jumping jehosaphat (dear god, hope you got the letter)

while bored out of my mind last week, i started a read-through of the bible. and by "read-through" i mean that i've been flicking it open at random and reading a passage or two. it's funny how, in my rash youth (two months ago) i might've found this to be unbearably boring. strangely enough it's now pretty interesting reading. perhaps Operation: Read Instead is working?

i mention this, as you might have guessed, to explain today's title. today's random biblical passage came from 2 Chronicles, specifically the parts detailing that lovely creature jehoshaphat and his dealings with the moabs and the ammonites and then all the tedious bits about him sending forth the messengers and what have you to splainy the law to people. having just come off a weekend-long sherlock holmes bender which encompassed a reread of a study in scarlet, the sign of four, a scandal in bohemia, and the red-headed league i'm afraid that i wasn't able to take much moral or intellectual improvement from 2 Chronicles, beyond observing that jehosaphat must have been one Swell Dude.

however, my literary and biblical adventures did manage to bring the phrase 'jumping jehosaphat' to the forefront of my mind (oh, to live in doyle's london, and have irritable constables uttering such phrases all the time) and, when combined with the fact that my latest musical find has been a collection of sarah mclachlan's b-sides and rarities - including the wonderful 'dear god', which comprises the parenthetical half of this post's title - at least gave me something to snicker at. perhaps i'll improve my mind tomorrow.

correction, i will definitely have to put off any hopes of intellectual improvement. i've used up all of today's allotment of Thinky Thoughts on laughing at this video:

and being blown away by this one. it's tik tok! with a ukulele! and a decent singer! who's an australian japanese/irish person! my mind is so blown all i can do is use exclamation points! like this! !!!

oh, and i have come to a decision. most of you know that i'm fourteen songs away from having thirteen thousand. actually, i hit the thirteen thousand song mark after lunch with s-la, but then i had to go through and cut the songs i didn't like anymore, so...12,986 it is.

anyway, i've been thinking of instituting some sort of posting format to this blog. i'm not sure how i'd do it, though. i'm torn between having a designated day for everything - like a Music Monday and a There's Nothing Alliterative About Today, Let's Just Post Random Facts Tuesday and a What Is Your Life? Wednesday and so on - or just having a specific format of post and having them alternate for whenever the topic comes up. like when i really want to obsess over an album or artist, then i could do a music post (and only a music post, with none of the random asides that i normally include) or when something really weird happens, i could do a OMG I HATE MY LIFE post or...well. you get the idea. or, you know, i could just keep on posting the way i normally do stream-of-consciousness at its less-than-finest. thoughts? i am a creature of indecision, i need advice.

oh, look. pictures!

somewhat relevant pictures, even!

robert downey jr.'s awful pretty:

anyway, i'm officially No Longer Sick. well, except for the burn but that's an entirely different matter which i'll talk about later. right now i'm just going to revel in the fact that i can run and jump and play and eat in public and without feeling like i'm dying a slow death due to bubonic plague.

gee, that was an oddly specific description, wasn't it?

anyway, i headed out with the momster to the reston town center yesterday. after all, i need shorts. we ended up having lunch at la madeleine, where i had the great misfortune of encountering someone who both hates lettuce and wanted to order a salad without the offending vegetable in it.

i know.

i then had the even greater misfortune of receiving this horrible series of text messages from someone whose latent sense of shame has caused them to ask to remain anonymous. i still hate you.

Note: Text messages transcribed verbatim, except that I wrote out the words for characters since it would've been more than my nerves could handle to seriously type "b4" in place of 'before'.

The Devil: Can I call you strumpet?

Me: BITCH I WILL CUT YOU.

The Devil: :( It's a compliment of your hooker/strumpet legs. 

Me: Hooker legs are not happy things!

The Devil: I'm sure you'd fetch $2000 more in a human trafficking auction. See, they wouldn't want me so then I could sneak in and bust you out after we get the money but before you're raped. 

isn't that just the most awful thing you've ever heard? i was beside myself with :O face. no, really, i cloned myself just so me and my clone-self could make horrified faces at each other and fully convey our horror. (oh, and just in case you didn't get it from my oh-so-convoluted explanation above, under new blog format #1, this, and related events would all have to wait to be posted until What Is Your Life? Wednesday, and in new blog format #2, the texts and other weird things would be one post and a little bit later there would be another post for the pictures and youtube videos, so you'd be looking at multiple - but shorter - posts a day, i guess)

today i had another mini-adventure when having lunch with s-la, travis, jason, and patrick. we had a nazi waitress and played apples-to-apples, but if you want details you're going to have to harass s-la since i'm all blogged out.

anyway, i'll leave you with one last video. s, in case you couldn't tell, this is one you should watch. it's vampire weekend's song ottoman (aka the song currently playing on my itunes):