Jenn Martinelli Blogging in Boston

Yes, you read that right.

I have to agree with him, and also it makes me laugh.

• This quote from Stephen Colbert:

"Equations are the devil's sentences."

• I ran out a little while ago to get coffee and bagels and on my way back I saw a random old man walking down the sidewalk by himself carrying a water balloon. Who knows what was happening there, but it made me smile because it was just so strange and funny.

• The Simpsons Movie

• It's Friday! What's more fun than that?

Ladies, ladies, ladies.

When will you finally understand that white undergarments under white clothing = everyone can clearly see your underwear? I won't even address the even harder to understand choice of brightly colored undies under white things.

Jenn, you may say, is the subject of underwear color really this important to you? Why are you so concerned about my underwear showing through my clothes?

Well ladies, because, I don't want to repeat what I was subjected to this morning, which was walking behind a woman in a white skirt wearing white panties (I hate that word, panties, but I'm using it to make my point) underneath. I feel like I'm walking behind someone who forgot to put on bottoms. I mean, why not just stroll out and walk to work in your actual skivvies?

I simply do not understand.

So let me review for everyone: if you don't want your undies to show through your white clothes, please do your best to match your undies to your skin tone. Then, do you understand how this will work better? If you can't understand this basic concept then just take my word for it please.

I beg you.

At least he will if the T gets their way.

Hey genius, maybe next time you should just cough up the $2. That's a lot less of a ripoff (though a ripoff still) than $1,300.

This might be mean but I can't hold it in, I have to say it. Besides, I never promised not to be mean.

This girl thinks she looks like Scarlett Johansson

Note: this keeps moving around as they add new photos.... so if you care, do a little searching... it's Jessica Krantz from San Diego.

Not unless you mean Scarlett Johansson after she gets hit in the face with a tire iron. Seriously, are the people who supposedly tell her this trying to play a big joke on her?

I'm sorry lady, but you put yourself out there.

Not that you do of course. No.

Anyway, this guy had some funny succinct stuff to say about why going to work sucks recently, and came to a sad realization.

Thanks to The Boomer Chronicles for pointing him out to me.

My way of joking is to tell the truth. It is the funniest joke in the world. - George Bernard Shaw

Remember sweet Cleo? Well she may be sweet, but not so smart.

Last night Heather came into her room to find Cleo chomping away happily on a razor which she pulled out of Heather's bag. She luckily limited herself mostly to the handle, but also chomped on the razor blades themselves a bit. Yes, her mouth was bleeding. But luckily she didn't do too much damage or swallow any part of a blade. Heather was scared to check her mouth.

This was not your best moment, Cleo, I'm afraid.

I keep telling Rob I need more pretty pretty dresses. And here are some on sale! Coincidence? I don't think so. I think it's fate.

See Heather's post about this. A dog got hit broadside by a bike in the Tour de France today and managed to destroy the front wheel of the bike and send the rider flying, before calmly getting up and strolling off.

Billy seems to be saying, "Are you done yet? Is that enough pictures?"

It's never enough, puppy!

You cannot make a man by standing a sheep on its hind legs. But by standing a flock of sheep in that position you can make a crowd of men. - Max Beerbohm

Hi, I'm sorry but Hester Willa is so freaking cute.

Here she is showing me her feet on the day Clementine and I had our birthday picnic with her.

Also, she's 6 months old as of yesterday! Happy 6-month birthday Hester!

I hope you had a great day!

Don't believe me? Check it out:

This is me at 6am back in May when we were taking Rob's mom to the bus station for her trip home after a visit.

Nice, right?

But just a quick update. Last week was wicked crazy at work, and this week I'm officially on vacation, so while at the moment we're still in The Hub we might do a small trip or two before I'm back at work next Tuesday.

Needless to say I'm at the computer less right now. But I'll try to post some updates anyway. Maybe we'll get some more photos organized and I can share some of those with you.

Here is Cleo sitting sweetly. I had to try out our new camera. (Yes, we sold our camera. You know us. We can't keep anything for more than 8 months.)

Hi, I live in a city. In a city lots of people live very close to each other. In many areas there are not large open areas. Therefore, it might be a good idea not to do things like shoot off illegal fireworks in a tiny park in said city.

In related news, someone at work just told me about an idiot in her neighborhood (also in the city) blowing a giant hole in the street with a firework. Genius.

But here's my story:

I took my dog out sometime between 9 and 10 I think, I'm not sure precisely when it was but it was before the fireworks at the Esplanade.

We were just across the street from the Phillips Street Park when I saw a big group of kids come running out of there fast. I was pretty sure I knew what was about to follow and lo and behold, fireworks! Tons of them, very loud, very big - not little firecrackers, the big kind. You know, the kind that will blow your hands off. Bad enough already, I'm thinking nice adults in these kids lives and where are the cops? but worst of all, poor Billy is just about having a literal heart attack.

Here's a tip: dogs don't like very loud scary noises that sound like, oh, I don't know, bombs, guns, grenades... basically the end of the world.

I didn't have a very sane reaction. I was trying to comfort Billy but there was no comforting him. He was basically panicking, trying to drag me in every which direction, none of which of course made the sound any scarier since we can't run at 50 mph. I felt so so bad for him and I was so angry at the stupid kids.

I steered Billy toward home which was also the same direction the kids were running in, so I was yelling things like, "Thanks a lot you fucking shitty kids!" and "Fucking dickheads!" and "Where the fuck are the cops?" and God knows what else. Every sane person around was looking at me like I was a nutcase except for another woman who was also out with her dogs who were also scared to death. She had a cell phone and was calling the cops. I think she saw where the kids went so I hope some of them got caught.

Besides being so so angry I just kept thinking what is wrong with these kids? Even if I had access to fireworks as a kid I never would have set them off for the following reasons:

1. Fear of blowing myself up
2. Fear of blowing someone else up
3. Fear of blowing someone's house or car up
4. Fear of my parents fucking killing me
5. I'm not a goddamn asshole

Hey, I'm not an idiot, I know people get illegal fireworks. When I was a kid my neighbors would always set them off in their yard. But guess what? My neighbors had 2 acres of land and behind them was a giant cornfield. Also the ADULTS set them off, not the kids. Also, the adults set them off about 300 yards from any other living thing.

Obviously there's some awesome parenting going on in this situation last night.

I got back inside with poor Billy and Heather was there saying, "Cleo is never going to go outside again." Apparently she had just been stepping out the door with Cleo when the fireworks went off and needless to say, Cleo bolted back inside. She was shaking on the floor in the apartment.

Happy Fourth! Thanks for being assholes, kids! My dog thanks you! I wish I had been crazy enough to grab one of you. Maybe you would have liked a dog bite as thanks.

Can anyone guess what I have to say about this guy?

Something along the lines of, I'm sorry someone shredded your flag but if you're so patriotic can you please follow the rules that I would think someone who loves the flag so much would be well aware of?

Add this to my list of pet peeves (I know, the list from yesterday disappeared. I'll get it back up, technical difficulties, sorry.):

1. People who love to show their patriotism by defacing the American flag

It's fairly clear the flag is not supposed to be draped over a house or, when torn, repaired with duct tape. Even temporarily. Maybe you could take it down until you can get it properly repaired. I know that would ruin your Fourth of July tradition but I think the vandals already did that unfortunately.

See what else I've said about this.

Here is a photo from OfficeMax of my dream pack of Sharpies! Don't accuse me of needing therapy. It's normal. Hey, I was an art major. This was first posted April 17, 2007.