waking up

i am un-thusiastic about mondays. and, coming off a three day weekend...monday...well, it hurts my soul.

fortunately, for this particular monday, i'm not due into work until the afternoon; coffee was already made and hot when i padded into the kitchen; and bitta honey, my favorite song of all time, by my favorite band of all time, mingo fishtrap, was the song i awoke to. let's hear it for monday!

it was a lovely weekend, to be sure. not so long that i found myself bored. not so short that i dread going back to work. it was relaxing and, in many ways, enlightening. this is what i learned:

daniel craig might just possibly be the hottest james bond...ever.

thirteen-year-old morgan pozgar was crowned national texting champion after she typed "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" in 15 seconds. her family estimates she sends something like 8,000 text messages a month. i think morgan needs a hobby.

my cat fits perfectly atop my monitor and can fall asleep to the sound of my keyboard.

a fruity cocktail is not only fun to drink, it now counts as health food. seriously. researchers found that adding ethanol boosted the antioxidant nutrients in strawberries and blackberries. apparently any colored fruit might be made even more healthful with the addition of a splash of alcohol. (no word on whether the tiny umbrella has any additional effect.)

zach braff isn't just cute, the boy can act. sadly, keanu reeves still cannot.

while a kiss is just a kiss...when it comes to tongues, nothing compares with the effect of chocolate...did you know that people get more of a buzz from eating chocolate than from passionately kissing? apparently, at the point chocolate melts in your mouth, every area of the brain is stimulated far more intensely and far longer than from kissing. (i think it really must depend on who you're kissing.) this info. comes from british researchers, which might explain things. i dated a guy from england once. the accent? swoon-worthy. the kissing part? not so good.

i am a fool for april. the sun heating the pavement, the breeze, the green arriving in little bits after a sudden thunderstorm...i adore the unpredictability of it all. everything shaking off winter in its own way.

newt gingrich is still an idiot. after columbine, he laid the blame on liberals: 'i want to say to the elite of this country - the elite news media, the liberal academic elite, the liberal political elite: i accuse you…of being afraid to talk about the mess you have made, and being afraid to take responsibility for things you have done, and instead foisting upon the rest of us pathetic banalities because you don't have the courage to look at the world you have created.' george stephanopoulos asked newt if he would apply those same words to the virginia tech tragedy. "yes," said gingrich. (personally, i like to blame the liberals every time my car breaks down. my mechanic says i'm wrong. but what does he know? he's a liberal.)

no matter how hard i try, i cannot sleep past 8:55 a.m. dammit.

president bush really is, in fact, the stupidest man on earth. over the weekend, he said attorney general alberto gonzales' testimony before congress 'increased' his 'confidence' in his ability to lead the justice department. i don't even know what to say about this.

on second thought, after reading the above, i do know what to say...this country should feel a little ridiculous about the fact that al gore couldn't become president because he worked for a guy who got a blow job. he wasn't even the guy who got the blow job. he is, however, the guy trying to save the planet. but, who wants a guy like that leading the nation?

lastly, this weekend i learned - or rather, was reminded - the best rewards comes from within, given to yourself for a job well done. you know what's also good? a pedicure, some ice cream and a little bit of mingo fishtrap.ooh. ice cream and bitta honey...i think i'll have some of both before i leave for work.

happy monday!