Jenn Martinelli Blogging in Boston

"This is America, and in America when something sucks you're supposed to be able to get your money back!" - Stan Marsh

We are finishing our dinner at Au Bon Pain at the Copley Place mall. It's nice if we can meet somewhere in the city and have some cheap food for dinner before we go home... Then we can just get to doing whatever chores we have, etc. Without having to mess with cooking and dishes, etc. Of course back in our etravagent days in Brighton, we'd regularly get take-out from Bugaboo Creek and The Stockyard and just generally be ridiculous. I wish I had all that steak dinner money back right now! Oh, well. Live and learn I guess.

I cannot heap enough insults on this organization, so I won't even really try. Please watch the ridiculous video they have up on their site. It's ludicrous.

I can't help it, I'm not rational in the face of this stupidity. I hope all these people have horrible lives full of suffering. Maybe they will do us all a favor and not contribute to the gene pool, though based on their obsession with marriage producing children that's probably unlikely.

Isn't the sad thing that people who are awful and stupid seem to not only have kids but to have too many kids, while people who know better choose to have few or none? In a few generations this planet will be a total loss. Glad I won't be here to see it.

People are disgusting. I, for one, do not pee on the toilet seat when I go to the bathroom in a public restroom (or at home either, just for the record). Apparently many women do. And even better, they leave it behind for the next person to find, perhaps by sitting in it. Now I don't know about all you other women out there - maybe you DO like to sit in other people's pee. I would guess that this is not the case, however. So why do you think anybody wants to sit in yours? I cannot comprehend what people are thinking when they do this. I guess they're not thinking, and that's my answer.

Hey, maybe I'm missing something. Maybe 90% of the women in the world grew up with some kind of toilet maid that came in and hosed down the whole bathroom every time they used it, I don't know. But I for one did not grow up this way, and therefore, have learned to go to the bathroom without peeing on the seat. (Hint: it's pretty easy since girls can sit down to pee.)

Until the rest of the world can learn this great skill, I advocate that every public restroom should institute some version of a self-cleaning toilet. Either like the public coin-operated kind put up by Wall in Boston, or the kind with the plastic seat cover that is destroyed and replaced every time someone uses it like I saw in an airport somewhere... maybe Cincinnati... maybe Knoxville... or else hey, maybe someone wants to invent a disposable toilet. Or lastly, maybe Americans should learn to use the bathroom the Japanese way.

Update:

By the way, I recently learned on a random show in Showtime that most people's asses are cleaner than their faces or hands, and that urine is sterile and there are no living germs in it. But I still don't want to sit in someone else's pee, thank you very much.

Hey, want to take a little unofficial test from Mensa? I decided that regardless of whether I was Mensa material I wouldn't join because I don't feel the need to sit around discussing how intelligent I am with other people who are also self-important. But I took this anyway. Unfortunately, I took it at work during lunch and was very distracted and didn't do very well. Oh, well! I still know I'm a super genius.

Or, let's be realistic, even a condo. I just want to own something and make an investment instead of renting. I want not to have to worry about moving every year, and not to have to worry about whether landlords will take tenants with pets. I want to be able to paint and replace fixtures if I want to. I even want a fixer upper. Well, these people (a division of Countrywide) claim they want to help me. Not that I've spoken to anyone there, I'm just looking at their website. Let's hope so, folks. We'll see.

I really need to rejoin the Museum of Fine Arts. I love Gaugin. In fact, I once dressed up as a "Gaugin island girl" or something ridiculous like that for Halloween in college because I had no better costume ideas and happened to own a sarong.

Apparently, I picked the wrong job.

This is a hat I made for a friend's 2-year-old. It's the first cabled thing I made.

This is a hat I made out of leftover yarn from another project. It's crocheted.

This is a cute multi-colored hat I made with a mohair-blend boucle yarn. It's also crocheted.

This is a pink hat made out of this super soft yarn with the tagline, "touch it, feel it, love it". It feels like microfleece.

By the way, sorry for the pretty bad quality of some of these. Our good camera was being fixed when I took them and they've been resized using not the greatest software. I'll replace them all with better images once I have them.

Just a word to the wise: nobody wants to hear your asanine conversation. Oh yes, I am talking to you. I know that you must be having a great time talking to your stupid friends with the Beatles hair and the stupid bangs and the ridiculous hipster clothes. I know that you think that all of you are very interesting. However, I guarantee that nobody else on the entire train wants to hear your ideas about socialism or why everyone should subscribe to the raw-vegetables-only diet, so you should really keep it to yourself.