Pick a Line

My Studly Hubby's next assignment is to find a ten second audio clip to animate his little dude to. He can pick it from anything (or even make one himself). So all week we've been quoting famous lines from our favorite movies, like:

"ONE POINT TWENTY ONE JIGAWATTS!!"
"Way to go Hamilton!"
"That's INCONCEIVABLE!"
"I'm a Dapper Dan man!"
"I know Kung Fu"

(can you guess all the movies?)

BUT those lines aren't so great because they are TOO famous, he really needs something a little less famous but still pretty good. So we get to watch some movies the next two weeks, which is one of my favorite things to do in general but especially when there's a mission to it. The mission changes my whole perspective and makes each movie seem like new to me (kind of like a rerun you've never seen before), plus I can brag to everyone about how busy I am helping my Studly Hubby with his homework.

Strength in Numbers

Our neighborhood is deteriorating but I refuse to stop going to the Y because of it, so I teamed up with some gals in my yoga class so we can walk out to our cars together (the most complicated part of the plan is strategically parking in the same area of the lot before class). Together we are the Gal-Pal Yoga Power Group, and we can kick anyone's ass with our stealthy downward dog and plank poses. I award myself a billion points for coming up with such a genius plan.

The Team Boggle Experience

We (or at least, my Uncle Smarty-Pants) discovered how to play Team Boggle. Oh! The Glory! It turns out all you have to do is type in Team _____ as your name and then you are playing as part of that team. So all your points combine into one set of points and you are elevated to a new level of boggliness. The trouble is, you never know who else is on your team or what words they are guessing, and you can't razz each other unless you also have a video conferencing thing going on. But it's still pretty boggly-cool.

Code Black?

My Studly Hubby and I settled in for a night of supertastic Superbowl watching (with chicken wangs and guacomole dip and everything) and were very intrigued by the constant Grey's Anatomy advertisements with the mysterious "Code Black." We came up with a list of things that might warrant a "Code Black" in the world of J & D:

1) If Chipotle ran out of carnitas
2) If Arby's ran out of curly fries
3) If Dairy Queen ran out of oreo blizzards (particularly in the summer)
4) If my Studly Hubby lost his pants at work

Thankfully, a J & D "Code Black" has never happened so we have yet to find out what the outcome is.

It was pretty fun watching the superbowl. My Studly Hubby of course somehow knows all the rules of football (part of the penis manual I think) and we had a party-for-two at our apartment while I recovered from some early-morning hot yoga and spin classes the last two days. I was excited about the halftime show - the Rolling Stones is the best concert I've ever been to I think, but I was disappointed in the lack of a wardrobe malfunction during their stellar performance (Mick's belt was pretty wicked awesome though).

proposals and poodles

My Studly Hubby is working on his latest and greatest animation; a guy proposes and mid-proposal discovers the ring is missing out of the ring box. It's a pretty good one, but indeed warrents some uninvited psycho-analysis. First, I wonder, is this every dude's greatest fear? Or at least was it my Studly Hubby's greatest fear? The little dude he's animating looks uncannily like my Studly Hubby and I have to laugh thinking of him worrying, of all things, about whether the ring is in the box (he does admit that at our wedding this was a major concern). Or does my Studly Hubby's animation instead reflect a deeper worry that something obvious is missing from his life? Like perhaps he has always wanted a cute little poodle that he can cuddle and kiss but his greater manly self has been denying him recognition of this desire. "No!" my Studly Hubby says to me over and over, "we will not a get a dog! But if we do, we're going to name it Funk-Train."

Yes, I believe that this animation my Studly Hubby is working on represents his life-long desire to get a fluffy cute little poodle (a miniature, not a toy - toy poodles are just nasty) to bring home and love. As he becomes more in touch with his subconscious desires he will come to terms with this and I will be fighting to talk reason with him about toy poodles vs miniature poodles and one poodles vs five or seven. The day is coming soon, I can sense it....

Punch!

Last night my Studly Hubby took me to City Pages' Best Pizza 2004 of the Twin Cities, located at the restaraunt Punch in Highland Park (St. Paul). It was indeed a very good restaraunt, but I'm blogging about it not because it was yummy but because I experienced a few new things at this place:

1) they serve so-called "neopolitan-style" pizza which is a "wet" pizza that really is soaking wet. You get it all over yourself when you eat it but it's yummy-delicious and well worth it. I think what makes it wet is extra olive oil and tomato sauce.

2) the place was the most packed restaraunt I've ever been to. We got there at 5:35 on Friday and got a table. By 5:45 (we hadn't even ordered yet) there was a line out the door. By 6:00 they had lit a fire outside and people were standing around in 15 degree weather waiting outside for tables.

3) the place has a brick oven for cooking the pizza that also contributed to the yummy flavor but we left the place reeking of campfire smoke. I've never had that happen to me at a restaraunt before.

I'm a Dentist!

I've been invited to talk at a dental conference in March. I'm nervous, partly because it's the first talk at a meeting I've ever given and partly because it's at a meeting full of dentists. I went a few years ago and gave a poster, and had a lot of fun picking up free samples from Crest and Listerine and all those tooth-y companies, but they spoke a language I didn't understand. Now I will be trying to speak that language (or speaking my own language and getting blank stares from the audience). Or maybe I should compromise and speak the universal language (in the US anyway), English. To make things worse, the title of the section I'm part of has nothing to do with anything I've ever had any knowledge of (Clinical Oral Microbiology). Fortunately the other people giving talks in my section seem to be in the same boat as me (I think they put all us foreigners together).

A guy in my lab gave me a refresher course in 12th grade math today. You know, the good stuff like finding the log of something or determining X when X is the power of 2 and the whole thing equals 10,000. I never had any need for that stuff until today and then WHOA it all came back to me like a jellyfish (that bit me on the ass on its way by). Fortunately this guy in my lab has a much better memory than me and got it all figured out right quick. Now I'm a GENIUS. You should all call me anytime you need to figure out X when X is the power of 2 and the whole thing equals 10,000. I'm not sure I can do much else but I got that one figured out. (it's around 14 by the way but I wouldn't expect you to know that).