Sarah Bellum's Tales of Wit and Charm

I’m offically addicted to the Words with Friends app on iPhone. I spent an entire evening eating peanut butter straight from the jar while playing the game with friends. I had pants on AND used a spoon, so it’s not yet pathetic. Give me time.

At first I wasn’t sure I would like the game. It wouldn’t let me play the word clit, which is completely stupid. Sure it’s slang, but it’s still a real word; I checked both a hard copy and online dictionary.

I was, however, allowed to use profanity, and it was worth a whopping 40 points!

As soon as I beat Jen in this game, I’m going to write an email to the game developers and school them on female sexual organs. Without a collectors edition of a vagina action figure, it’s easy to understand why they would miss that.

“Sarah, I have good and bad news about your computer issue.”

“What’s the good news?”

“I was easily able to log into the account you weren’t able to access.”

“So I’m stupid?”

“Well, you see, that’s the bad news.”

And I am one of those suckers.

Yesterday was the Christmas for nerds. My office nerds stayed close to their desks the entire day. Not only because they had to watch every moment of the Apple World Wide Developers Conference, but also because they needed to hide their raging boners under their desks.

I wish I were kidding. My nerds LOVE new Apple products.

I didn’t watch the conference online with them because I don’t live in my mother’s basement and I don’t play Dungeons & Dragons. Though I was interested in the new products released because, really, who isn’t?  Luckily I was just able to get the nerd recap.

“Did they talk about the new iPhone?”

“Yes.”

“Does it look any different?”

“No, Sarah, but it has a 3 megapixel camera that can tap to focus. It has video now. And you can even on the phone. Plus voice control and a much better battery life. It’s amazing.”

“Ugg… now I need a new iPhone and it’s not even different!”

Curse you Apple! I am convinced I need a new phone, which I don’t. And it doesn’t even come in pink or with a glitter option. Ridiculous. Every new product should come with the promises of glitter.

While I was in D.C. over spring break I spent an afternoon at the Newseum. Total news boner! However, I was a little peeved they didn’t really discuss blogging as a news medium, but then I saw this:

Twitter!! All it takes is one technology boner and everything is instantly forgiven. Well that and seeing this:

Is Jesus being a stoner news? I didn’t read a lot of Bible stories so I’m not positive, but that long unwashed hippie hair sort of gives it away.

I have officially turned into a cat lady, except I don’t have cats. Instead I have a dog with a Twitter account. Yup, Daisy is online.

She’s a naughty little puggy with far too much free time. If you’re on Twitter follow her. If you’re not on Twitter I promise you that it’s worth signing up for. Where else are you going to hear about a pug violating a Bill Clinton doll?

I TOLD YOU SHE WAS NAUGHTY.

Now let’s pray she doesn’t write about all that farting she does.

Am I the only one who thinks tween speak is the most annoying thing ever? I hate acronym speak and I don’t like my words abbreviated. While I caved for a moment, I don’t care how cute your wet kitten is I’m still going to hate the “lolcats” phenomenon.

I wish it ended there, but when I logged into Flickr yesterday I saw this:

Flickr, why have you forsaken me? I don’t want to learn lolspeak. I want to avoid it at all cost!

And then I logged into the website for my new media class and found that part of my assignment was to use emoticons in my paper. I give up. Tween speak is taking over not just the Internet, but the world.

P.S. Because there was so much concern over my pajamas in the comments and emails yesterday, here is a picture of them:

SEE, sometimes I do wear pants at home. The rules of my apartment clearly state they must be comfy, pink and covered in pugs.