Saving the Earth?

Fact: Reading Bitter Amanda is good for the planet.

How do I know that? Check this out: black or dark (like my soul) webpages save energy. So really, just by being here right now...you're doing Earth (and clearly, yourself) a favor.

Overheard.

By unidentified parents at Salsarita's tonight:

"What'd I do wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just surprised you drank salsa."

Happy Friday!

Does Not Compute

First of all, let me just clear something up. My mother likes to watch ballroom dancing, and I adore both PBS and my mother. So when there was a celebrity-free competition on PBS and my mother asked me to leave it, I did.

We watched a few couples and it was alright. Some nice music, various Russian women wearing odd dresses. And then. Ohhhh, then. A couple came on the dance floor dressed like robots. The announcer said of them, "They certainly are transformers!" Please tell me this is a joke. Any second she'll rip off her unflattering metallic black and silver outfit and reveal the usual ballroom dress. Right?

Right??

Wrong. So very, very wrong. This couple actually got out there and danced ballroom dancing like goddamn robots! It was as if they were talking one day and he said, "You know what I hate? When judges tell you that your dancing is mechanical." And her eyes lit up and she had a brilliant plan! "Nooooo...we can work with that! You know how robots are like, the least sexy thing since gangrene? NOT ANYMORE, MY FRIEND!"

And you know the worst part? THEY WON FIRST PRIZE AND GOT A STANDING OVATION.

I'm not ashamed to tell you that I did, in fact, do The Robot around the living room while telling my mother I was destined for ballroom stardom. (She disagrees. She'll be sorry!)

An ode.

If you like beer, art, or talent, you should probably check out the following website: Uncorporated Art. She made me a painting of my fave. It's excellent!

Close Friends.

I spent my day yesterday in first aid and CPR training. And in case anyone is contemplating that, here's a tip: go with a friend.

Not 30 minutes into the 7 hour day, we were paired off to practice moving a victim. Picture this: I've flipped my partner from being face-down on the floor to face-up. I'm bent over her face, listening for signs of life, holding on to her chin and forehead. (Note: she pulled through!) My ear is an inch from her mouth. I sit up to move her into a recovery position.

"So I'm Sarah."
"I'm Amanda."
"Well it's nice to meet you."

A nice, quick way to make new friends? Perhaps.


In other news, Fridays are Spirit Days at work. Most recently, we had Mismatch Day. How would you take it if someone told you, "You did a REALLY good job." on that sort of day? Compliment? A masked way of saying you look ugly? Both? Not sure.