About

My name is Lindsey. I’m an introverted compulsive oversharer and this is my blog.

I live in Memphis, Tenn., with my two cats, Jack and Sally, and my boyfriend, Ray. I grew up on a farm in rural West Tennessee. I cuss a lot. My mother does not know that and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell her. I’m a little too fond of wine. My mother does know that. I have a job I am lucky enough to really like (graphic designer), even though it’s in an industry I worry a lot about (newspapers). Sometimes when I try to talk I sound like a non-native English speaker or maybe someone who is mentally impaired, but I assure you, I am fine. I just tend to have mini-strokes when trying to express myself verbally. There is no “save draft” button in real life and believe you me, I’ve got a real chip on my shoulder about that.

Sometimes I get lucky and have lucid dreams. I tend to snore. I talk to myself and my cats in complete sentences. I always go for the pun. I like the traces of Southern drawl in my accent. My French press/coffee grinder setup pleases me greatly. Taking pictures makes me happier than just about anything in the world. I love to travel, and would do it almost nonstop if I had the money and the time off work. I am addicted to newspapering, although I hate the hours. Flower gardening has brought a whole new source of joy into my life recently. I want a puppy. I will not allow myself to get a puppy. It makes my day when I make my boyfriend laugh. Sometimes I think in song lyrics. I believe in and fight for love.

We’ve got a baby on the way who’s scheduled to drop in on Nov. 10, 2011. I can’t wait to meet him.

I have no idea why I routinely send my brain droppings into the internet ether, but I’ve been doing it since 2003 and it’s a hard habit to break. So, well, there you go. Anything else you’d like to know, just shoot me an e-mail: theogeo at gmail dot com.

About the blog name

The summer of my junior year of college, I blitzed (that’s not a drug reference, you hippies) an English course on comedic literature, and we read A Confederacy of Dunces and it instantly became one of my favorite books. It’s hilarious. Permit me to use a cliché just this once so I can say IT’S LAUGH-OUT-LOUD FUNNY. I ripped “theology and geometry” from this passage:

A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head. The green earflaps, full of large ears and uncut hair and the fine bristles that grew in the ears themselves, stuck out on either side like turn signals indicating two directions at once. Full, pursed lips protruded beneath the bushy black moustache and, at their corners, sank into little folds filled with disapproval and potato chip crumbs. In the shadow under the green visor of the cap Ignatius J. Reilly’s supercilious blue and yellow eyes looked down upon the other people waiting under the clock at the D.H. Holmes department store, studying the crowd of people for signs of bad taste in dress. Several of the outfits, Ignatius noticed, were new enough and expensive enough to be properly considered offenses against taste and decency. Possession of anything new or expensive only reflected a person’s lack of theology and geometry; it could even cast doubts upon one’s soul.

Oh, lordy, that is good stuff. And it just happens to be the first damn paragraph, so I didn’t have to go searching through the book for something cool to name my blog. It was right there.

Obligatory I-would-like-to-stay-employed disclaimer: Everything uttered here is my opinion and most likely completely stupid, and should not be taken as representative of the views of the company I work for.

Mission statement: I just want to make you laugh. That’s it, really.

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