No comic today, folks.  It’s our fifth wedding anniversary (no foolin’) and I’ve got celebrating to do!  No really!  It has nothing to do with writer’s block.  Whatsoever.  Also nothing to do with the existential panic attack I’ve been having over my decision to finally change my last name to match my husband’s.  More on that another time, maybe.

Kinda cool discovery today:  I found out that Nick Mizgala over at Think Weasel! is celebrating his fifth anniversary, too!  Is there something about people who draw small talking animals that makes us feel it’s appropriate to wed on April Fool’s Day?  If we can find a common genetic marker, we can find a cure.  I’m sending in my DNA for analysis tomorrow.

But for now, I’m off to a nice anniversary dinner with hubby. 

-Lani

I’m trying out Project Wonderful ads for the site.  Please bear with my while I get it all set up and purdy looking.  Let me know if the ad placement is annoying, too.  I’m trying out a banner at the top, but I might switch to a tower on the left if it’s too distracting.  Thanks!

Like many of you out there, I love NBC’s 30 Rock.  But this Thursday’s episode freaked me out a little.  Someone on the writing staff has the bizarre fascination with storage containers that is so dangerous to pack rats.  I know, I know, they were poking fun, but there was a kernel of truth, a touch of the secret awe that I am all too familiar with when it comes to mass produced organizational tools.  The weirdly specific “decorganization” products Liz Lemon picked up were not only shiny and conveniently interlocking, but color-coordinated for either practical decorating, color coding, or dare I say it:  both.  I could almost smell the sickly plastic aroma of those translucent, lavender-pink stackable containers.  Ahh, that smell of hope, change, and mildly toxic plastic fumes.  Smells like the distant possibility of victory just over the next couple of hills if I’m reading this compass right.  Yes!  There is nothing like buying more stuff to contain your overflowing collection of stuff, especially when you know darn well you’ll never get around to the actual organizing phase.  And someone writing for that show knows it.  Who is it?  Tina Fey herself?  I knew I loved her for a reason.

Ooh, I just discovered this open letter to the Container Store that says it better than I can.

I was further freaked out when the episode touched on some other ideas I’d had for a PR Issues story arc, something I was considering for waaay down the line.  (I choose to remain mysterious here, but no, it’s not the Funcooker.)  LIZ LEMON, GET OUTTA MY HEAD!  Seriously, it’s really disorganized in there and you’ll never find your way around.  Though I would give you my compass if I could find it.

-L