Last Friday was my birthday. I had better things to blog about than my weekly
Bitchy Resting Face - it's a very real problem, and there is no cure. If I had a dollar for everyone who has ever told me to smile, or assumed I was angry or a snob, I would have so many dollars. But all those dollars would not make my default facial expression any less bitchy! And what's even worse is that I apparently have no control over my other facial expressions. When I'm disgusted by something, or judging someone, or embarrassed or uncomfortable, my face puts it out there for the whole world to see. I'm so sorry everyone. It's not that I'm tactless. I'd love to spare your feelings by maintaining a neutral facial expression when you feed me disgusting food or share very awkwardly personal information with me. But I just can't. control. my face. At all. Sorry.
If Andy and I could trade lives with anyone for a day, I might insist that we pick this couple, Mr. and Mrs. Globetrot. Their adventures look amazing, and I'd love to pick up some of their incredible photography skills.
Portland's Naked Bike Ride. I'm pretty comfortable with my body, but I still feel like some forms of physical activity are not compatible with nudity. Naked yoga? Sure. Some poses would get a lot more intimate, but sure. Naked hiking? With enough sun screen and bug spray, why not? Naked swmming, yes please. But naked biking or running just sound like forms of torture. I need a fabric barrier to keep that bike seat out of my crack, pleaseandthankyou. And I need, nay, demand some heavy duty support for the ol' boobies in any bounce-inducing situation. TMI, all the time.
I'm intrigued...You Don't Know Me but You Don't Like Me: Phish, Insane Clown Posse, and My Misadventures with Two of Music's Most Maligned Tribes by Nathan Rabin.
I might have enjoyed science more if WuTang had been involved. Found this on a blog I follow for work, of all things.
And finally, in honor of this week's Supreme Court decisions:
Sexual Orientation vs. Sexual Preference
Being raised by a gay dad in the 1970s
With that, I command you to go forth and seize the weekend. Godspeed.