tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72048492024-10-24T05:19:37.412-04:00enough about you, what do I think of me?alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144392169152931618noreply@blogger.comBlogger1223125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204849.post-29073986903839289302009-05-15T11:50:00.003-04:002009-05-15T11:54:43.162-04:00

I know you guys would rather see photos of the fictional skinny-dipping incident instead of the very real sticker attack however I can't seem to find them on my camera! My camera erased the fictional photos! Stupid piece of technology!

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Earlier tonight I saw my age written down somewhere and thought, "I'm sure as hell no spring chicken," because that's how I talk to myself and then I started wondering why you never tell anyone they're a spring chicken when they are in fact a spring chicken? You're never like, "You're just a spring chicken!" Instead you tell them they're whippersnappers or young'uns or babies or annoying

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Sometimes my body gets really ambitious and instead of adjusting back to New York time from California time my internal clock jumps ahead to Chinese time. How else to explain the way I stayed up all night and then threw myself off a bridge because I haven't given my husband any sons? How else to explain the way I stayed up all night and then ate fortune cookies? How else to explain the way I

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So I'm back in NY and I haven't unpacked yet but there's something I need to say before I do that and also I'll probably need to sit around for awhile and possibly I'll never unpack. I just don't like unpacking. I don't really like packing either. I've got a problem with things. I never quite know what to do with them and I have trouble getting rid of them. Over the vacation I was hanging out

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I came home tonight to 236 unread email messages which would be kind of overwhelming if I weren't so used to being important. "Holy crap, I haven't dealt with this many unread messages since I came back from the war and also since that time I had surgery," I fibbed to myself, having neither been in a war nor had surgery. I mean, occasionally I've engaged in mindgames so ferocious they almost

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Me: Can you believe I've been alive for this long?My mom: Can you believe I've been a mother for this long?Me: I can't believe any of this has been going on for this long.

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What have I been doing since we last talked? Allow me to regale you with a list because I've been doing so much that the English language is barely sufficient to capture it all and I may have to snargle blarg snarf gleen!1. Going to Balboa Island with my mom and Tobey and meeting all sorts of kids because Tobey is popular with children in a way that I never was, even when I was a child.2. Looking

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Hey you guys. I'm so remiss in posting and my head is swirling and my hair smells like chocolate. That's not figurative. It literally smells like chocolate because I got it straightened with actual chocolate. They just squirted chocolate syrup all over my head and then smushed it around. It's all the rage in Brazil apparently. The thing is that I asked them to leave the nuts off and then next

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Here's a little write up of the show I'm going to be performing at on Wednesday. Little do they know I'm going to dab vinegar and water behind my ears!

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I'm currently experiencing a dearth of pith which is a shame really, as I need to turn in some pithy one liners by tomorrow morning. If only I needed to turn in papers on a desk or board games, both of which I can see a lot of from my seat at my mom's computer.  I could go on about things I see but that would just be procrastinating and I'm if I'm going to procrastinate I'd rather do something I

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It seems to me I'm way overdue in terms of posting. Allow me to rectify that with a crapload of photos.In this one I made my friends pose for a photo with me and then I took it and this is what came out, thus proving I only have eyes for me. Sadly this isn't the first time something like this has happened.Here I am with my friend Yami.Here's me and Yami in the foreground and Matt in the

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Oh hey everyone. I'm writing this post from the back of a pig. As you've likely heard by now, swine flu doesn't come from having contact with actual swine, however no one really believes that and so the line for pig rides was super duper short. I'd be a fool not to take advantage of it!You're probably wondering a few things:1) Yes it smells.2) No, not like bacon.3) A saddle, duh!4) Bessie5) She's

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Hey blog readers. How's it going? Anyone tell you how great you look today? No really, you're glowing. There's a certain radiance about you. Also, you smell fantastic. Like lilacs and dryer sheets.Here's a link to my Mike and Juliet appearance. http://www.mandjshow.com/videos/its-the-monday-morning-mix-8/ Don't judge too harshly. Need I remind you that they called me at 8am and I was on TV at

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Hey bunions. Is that the first time I've addressed you by your chosen handle? I think it might be. Anyway, I'm in California where I'm feeling a little sorry for myself because it's my new favorite hobby right behind water yoga and archeology. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "Oh yeah, if you're so into archeology then how come you never talk about going on archaeological digs?" Well

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Here's where I said that I think ducklings are cute.And then here's where I said that I used to hate bell peppers but now I like them, can you believe it?And then here's where I said that I'm drinking coffee out of a new mug which is sort of low and wide and has polka dots on it and after I bought it I found out that it's not a coffee mug at all, it's an "ice cream mug." I'm using it for coffee

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Here on the blog, Friday is quiz day! I just decided that and I'll probably un-decide it by the time next Friday rolls around and by "next" I mean one week from today which some people would refer to as "this." Ok, quiz time! Put on your quiz hats. Mine looks like this:Ok wait, I lied. Sometimes it looks like this...I basically switch back and forth between the two. And to answer your question,

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Don't worry internet darlings! This morning I looked at my blog and saw that the last time I posted was Monday and I wondered how I'd fallen into this sorry state of non-posting. It's not like I don't have things to talk about. For one, I bought a lot of paper towels and toilet paper yesterday! That's exciting! Also, I have important things to discuss about milk! And I talked to a few comedy

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First of all I feel that weather.com didn't accurately emotionally prepare me for this onslaught of rain. "Showers"? It's more like, um, what are really strong showers? Hoses. It's hoses out there. Maybe even hoses with the spray attachment.Second of all, check this out! There's hope for the truly lazy! Some mornings I'll sit at my computer and wish I could click on things without having to use

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Okay fine, by "it" I just mean the camera. We turned a camera on in the backseat of the car after Red Eye. What a cheap tease that was. Anyway, look! A video featuring Anna and me! Yay! Also, I was looking at Anna's blog and do you guys want your own tags? Is that what I'm hearing? Is that the dealio? Is that the scuttlebutt? The news? The 411? The word on the street? The story? The guff? The, uh

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More photos you guys! It's truly a banner Saturday for you!Here I am on Red Eye being all smiley.Here I am being thoughtful.Here I am making this face.Yep, another face.Here I am on Red Eye the week before looking like I was suffering some kind of allergy attack although I don't think I was.Did I already post this photo?

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I'm overdue in posting photos so here I go. What a wonderful Saturday surprise for you, right?Here I am with Jeff Bakalar and Wilson Tang from CNET's The 404.Here's Jeff during the show.Here's me before the show.Here's Jeff, Justin and Wilson the night before at The 404 Meetup.Here's me looking achingly beautiful in the car on the way home from Tuesday's Red Eye appearance.I'm happy about the way

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I have lots of blog posts in me, kids. It's why I'm walking around holding my lower back and panting. Any minute now I expect my blog water to break and then I'll retire to my birthing hut where I'll give birth to a litter of bloglings. Anyway, today I was on The 404. Here's their post about it and you can listen there too. And below is a post-show video.

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Everyone go back to sleep! (but watch here at 1:30 ET www.watchbol.com)

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Go here at 11am ET http://www.watchbol.com/ and you can watch the live stream of the show.Perhaps you'll be surprised by what I look like? Except if you're reading this here on this blog, you probably know what I look like. But tonight I went to The 404 meetup and met a guy who was like "Alison? THE Alison? Alison Rosen?" which of course I'm beyond used to, and then he told me I looked so

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Being freelance affords you plenty of time to be sure you're going nuts. I devote a small portion of each day to said endeavor, but sometimes the realization creeps up on you unannounced, such as when you find yourself having an argument with an egg.AssholeSee, what happened is I was making my famous meringues which I've written about before. To make these you must separate the egg whites from

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