causes rats in laboratory cancer: You cannot be sarcastic about being sarcastic.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

You cannot be sarcastic about being sarcastic.

You can't. Because being sarcastic about being sarcastic would mean you are not sarcastic. Except that you were just being sarcastic. So therefore you are sarcastic. But you just said you were not sarcastic, but you said it sarcastically. Which means you are sarcastic...

You cannot be sarcastic about being sarcastic.

These are the kind of conversations you have when you name your kid Thor and encourage his weirdness.

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Donna10:58 PM
and what drugs did they give you on your trip to the hospital? :)
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Jientje1:17 AM
That is SOME kind of weird conversation!!
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Anonymous4:48 AM
Were you being sarcastic? Or was Thor being sarcastic? Was it well placed sarcasm or just accidental sarcasm?
Or was it just plain old narkiness?

mmmm... the mind boggles.
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Julie11:39 AM
Actually, Donna, they gave me boring drugs -- an anti-inflammatory for my intestines and Prilosec -- and they said no alcohol. I don't drink a lot, but I like a glass of wine or beer sometimes with dinner. And it's good for your cholesterol. But not for me.

Thor is good at the sarcasm. We are all good at sarcasm. And Thor and Tess have been discussing conundrums lately, so a sarcastic conundrum seems inevitable.
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Or maybe you just find me horribly annoying and are about to let me know. Go ahead, I can deal.

So, whatever, you know, leave a message. Thanks!!!

Okay -- updating my profile because I never removed the guinea pigs from it, even though they have been elsewhere for months.

Um...new obsession (HA) the elliptical trainer in the garage. I hate the thing, but today I burned 395 calories. I know. I so wanted to burn 5 more to make it an even 400, but then I would be at 50 minutes and 19 seconds, so I would have to make that round out to an even 51 minutes, and then the mileage could be rounded up to a more even number, and then the calories would be just a few away from 450, but then I could do just a few more seconds, then another few hundredths of a mile, and so on until finally I would fall off, hit my head, end up in the hospital with another nasty concussion, and gain weight because I am bedridden. It was so much easier to just burn the 395 calories.

We moved from the Sonoran desert of southern Arizona to the almost Arctic of Anchorage. I like the winters of Anchorage better than the summers of Tucson, so far.

Still have three kids, the oldest one is a freshman at the U of Arizona (dang it, now I will have to edit this again in a few months), the other two live on Fort Richardson with me and the dogs and the husband.

Other obsessions...my camera, my IPod Touch, my sewing machine. Fabric. Definitely fabric. Dishes. It's a thing females in my family have, an obsession with dishes. Pottery, and earthenware. Silver, definitely. Not crystal and china though. I am not a big fan of the fussy and overly ornate, and both crystal and china tend to fall into those categories, to me. Plus if I have delicate dishware, then I can't have the kids wash the dishes or put it in the dishwasher.

Other than that, I weigh too much, sleep too little, am very liberal, rabidly pro-choice, find it insane this country does not have universal health care, and think the world may be a better place with Obama at the helm. Oh, yeah, and chocolate. Much much chocolate.