A Hodgepodge of Things

The pictures that follow are things on etsy.com I wish I had bought before someone else did. These are some shallow regrets:

In other news, I was reading an article this morning about a man who impersonated his mother for 6 years, using her identity to collect over $100,000 in social security and disability benefits (which, over a span of six years, I don’t think that surmounts to more than 17K a year). Anyway, what I thought was particularly funny about this story is that the man agreed to meet with authorities, but also dressed up in his ‘mother’ get-up. This is what he had to say later on about the whole situation:
"I held my mother when she was dying and breathed in her last breath, so I am my mother". Sounds like a serious case of a Psycho fan. You can read the full article here: http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/06/17/ny.mother.impersonation/index.html

In other other news, I finished reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath last week and am currently writing a mini review on that. Not that I have anything astounding to say about it, but just some thoughts I had while reading it. Currently, I’m reading Brave New World by Aldous Huxley, which I must say, is pretty amazing so far.

And, if anyone reads this at all, please leave me an “I do” in my comments. And then I can live happily ever after until death do me part.

A Point of Singularity

According to the theory of general relativity, the universe was a point of singularity before the big bang occurred. However, this doesn't necessarily mean that this is a start because it can very well be an end also.
I’ve always associated blogs with the year 2001-2002. Some really lame years (sorry if you were born during that time span, but it was a really boring time) where everyone had a blog on geocities or angelfire or whatever and reading about other peoples’ lives or opinions was generally humdrum. So, abstaining from that internet subgroup I did other things like learn archaic computer languages and play on neopets (yes, I said it, and I’m finally liberated from my shame!). I couldn’t tell you which was the better choice, but foraging ahead; here I am, blogging at work, hating everyone, and wishing I had more kitten stickers to put up around my cubicle.
So it goes.