I can't believe it's not butter

Quite possibly the funniest minute and a half in all of television ever:

Kleenex fruit

I awoke with the sniffles...again. Allergies? A sinus cold? I have no idea; I'm tired of trying to figure it out. But I did need more tissues.

Which is the entire point of this post. How, pray tell, do you not smile when you see these Kleenex boxes, no matter how craptastic you feel?



Nicely done, Kleenex brand. My little orange wedge makes me smile every time my nose runs. And that's no small feat!

Address Unknown

Powerful little bugger, I tell ya. This tiny book took me only 40 minutes to read cover-to-cover, but wow. It packs a punch.

It's a simple series of letters between two German expatriates between 1932 and 1933. The first is Jewish, living in the United States, concerned of what he hears going on back home. The second has recently returned to Germany from the US with his family during the rise of a powerful new leader and a rebirth of national pride.

There are two things about this story that are profound. The first is the fact that it was written and first published in the US in 1938. Think about that; 1938. How much of Europe still stood proudly in 1938? How many people were still alive in 1938? The Blitz hadn't even begun. There were still seven more horrendous years left of that despicable war, nightmarish revelations long yet to be uncovered. And still the truth was crystal clear as early as 1938. That realization alone shakes me to my core.

My second accolade is for the writing itself. Not many books out there put the ugliness in such in-your-face straightforwardness; why any human being would even begin to entertain such monstrous ideas let alone justify them. And what's more, how powerfully apropos it is for today, as well.

New Kinsella book

The cheesy girl in me is all a-twitter.

A new Sophie Kinsella novel will be released on 21 July (US).

Just the perfect kind of mind-candy I would like right about now!

Laundry Day

Doing massive loads of laundry today,
so I thought this might be appropriate.



PS - Seriously, NPH...one word: duet. Call me.

4 years later

This is awesome.