What Not to Wear: Baby-sitters Club Edition

I'm working on two real posts, so you'll be able to read something that is not drivel here soon, hopefully. But until then, some more drivel.

This Web site is amazing. It's called "What Claudia Wore," and it examines the ridiculous clothing that Claudia wore in The Baby-sitters Club series, which just so happens to be the stuff of my childhood. Last time I was home, I even found my Baby-sitters Club sleeping bag.

But the Web site is hilarious. I think when I was little I was so totally enamored by the babysitters--or so thoroughly brainwashed by the '80s--that I thought what they wore was normal, cool even. False. All their clothing is awful.

Sheitels for Palin

Ignoring the fact that this article is in the NY Post (for the record, I do not read said newspaper) and ignoring the awful, awful puns that come with the fact that it is in the NY Post, frum Jews are buying Sarah Palin sheitels? Um, what? Talk about wearing your political views.

Though The Times did write about Tina Fey's Palin wig. I wonder which wig is more expensive.

Breaking Scrabulous News Alert

You can now play Scrabulous Lexulous via e-mail. And it saved all the pending games from the Scrabulous Web site. 

Also, these are pretty amazing. My co-editors told me they wanted to buy me chocolate Scrabble as a good-bye gift but couldn't find a kosher one. (They settled for a Starbucks card, which was definitely appropriate as well.)

I Am Investing in Diet Coke

If you had purchased $1,000.00 of AIG stock one year ago you would have $44.34 left.

With Wachovia, you would have had $54.74 left of the original $1,000.00.

With Lehman, you would have had $0.00 left.

But, if you had purchased $1,000.00 worth of beer one year ago…drank all of the beer, then turned in the cans for the aluminum recycling REFUND, you would have $214.00 cash. Based on the above, the best current investment advice is to drink heavily and recycle. It's called the 401-keg.

It is unclear whether the beer math really works. It seems to assume beer is a lot cheaper than it actually is, not that I know what beer costs or can do math...

But since Diet Coke is cheaper than beer, one (and that one being me) would argue that it is an even better investment. (My father suggested diversifying with some Diet Pepsi.)

Excuse me while I go get caffeinated.

[I found the "401-keg" on a friend's away message. I can find it on a number of blogs but am not really sure where it originated.]

Deep Thoughts: The Two Weeks' Notice Edition

Co-editor: I'm really sad that you are leaving. What are we going to do without you?
Me: Don't be silly. Maybe they'll hire someone new and fabulous.
Co-editor: No.

• Giving notice is ... awkward. But a quick Google search told me how to do it. (This is also how I get my health information, which does not exactly please my mother, who is a nurse.)

• It is hard to work for the two weeks after you've given notice. Like senioritis but worse.
  

• Scrabulous is back! Sort of. It's called Lexulous and you can't play via e-mail yet. Also, the online version is timed, which is scary, but my co-editor and I tested it out at work today, and it's definitely better than nothing.
  

• Voice mail messages you might not enjoy: "Hi Eli7, this is Eema. Abba just told me what you're planning on doing with your job [the deed was already done by the time my mother placed the call]. Are you really sure you want to do that, especially in today's economy?"

• I am going to start telling people that I am banking on Obama winning the election so I can get health insurance.

• Yesterday, I canceled my New York Times subscription. My sister once said that she is the sort of person who would starve to death rather than give up her newspaper. I believe in journalism, but I canceled my subscription so that I can pursue a career in journalism.
  

Question of the Day: Job Advice

“Oh, you hate your job? Why didn't you say so? There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar.”

A job that merely puts food on the table is not enough for me. I want a job I love. But is a job that doesn't actually put food on the proverbial table a good idea?

Overheard in Shul

Little boy to brother: My yarmulka is not a Frisbee.