Mandy Anne Murray


Textually Transmitted Disease
11 September, 2008, 3:15 pm
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From Urban Dictionary:

Textually Transmitted Disease

Addicting books that are spread from person to person. (Word of mouth or lent.)

Most commonly Twilight, the first textually transmitted disease ever.

HOW TO GET A TTD.
If you had Twilight, and you lent it to your friend, you gave your friend a TTD.

If you told your friend about Twilight and they bought it, you gave your friend a TTD.

If someone recommended Twilight to you, and you bought it (no matter how many months later), you have a TTD.

The only people who do not have TTDs are those who have not read the book yet, or those who saw it in the bookstore themselves and bought it without recommendation.

“Can I borrow New Moon? I just finished Twilight in three hours, it was that addicting…”
“Sorry, I lent it to Mike.”
“DAMN IT! You give me a textually transmitted disease and you don’t even give me a treatment?”
I do not have a TTD … but I’ve spread it, and gladly.


Oh Apple. :(
11 September, 2008, 2:10 pm
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Early Bits (50th post!)
11 September, 2008, 1:28 pm
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Tomorrow is WTR-Day.

Wisdom Teeth Removal.

I am not a happy camper.

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When I have a child, I will dress them like this on a regular basis:

Because I will be that sort of mom.

Has O RLY? really been around since 2003?

Because I recently have been reminded how AWESOME Newsies is:

(Yes, I have both the soundtrack and the DVD. I can sing along to all the songs … and I know parts of some of the dances.)

The Okapi=not a unicorn. An excerpt:

First of all, how could anyone call the stumpy horn dude a unicorn? For one thing, he’s tan and brown and EVERYONE knows that unicorns are white with rainbows painted on them. Also, the horn is very, very small, like the thing sneezed and blew a cheese doodle into its forehead. Unicorn horns are huge — so huge that you can’t even believe they can hold their heads up, like Charlie Brown or Christina Ricci. In fact, I’m convinced that real unicorns walk around like pageant contestants all day, trying not to topple over while muttering, “Oh shit, oh shit, my neck is totally going to break off, why does my horn have to be so magically huge? Why???” They spend the rest of the day avoiding ad reps from Cialis.

(I love The Park Bench.)

And to finish: A video that ties two of the extremely random things in this post together: I give you Charlie the Unicorn.*

*Can you name the two things?