tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70477390815481282602011-07-30T18:16:17.411-07:00"Everything's Comin' Up Jump Seat!"JSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668075728666057542noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047739081548128260.post-42748401427110648612011-01-17T15:15:00.000-08:002011-01-17T15:15:48.506-08:00

Are you ready for the lie? "Hello, my name is The Jump Seat Pixie, and I am a composed and dignified individual." That was the lie.  Now, here's the story... The Potholes Reservoir in eastern Washington is a 28,000 acre boiler pit of sand, water, and pointy shrubs. There is no natural shelter, the average temperature is in the ballpark of ninety to ninety-five degrees Fahrenheit, no

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I was born, raised, and will most likely die a Northwestern girl; this means the following things apply to me... 1. I have an embarrassingly uneven tan.  2. I CAN tell the difference between Starbucks' and Tully's roasts. 3. I don't drink enough water.  For some reason, us Northwestern types don't drink water. I'm not sure how we came to the assumption that water will naturally occur in our

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Hi,  I'm the Enchanting Wizard of Rhythm, it's 4am, the cats are staring, Saved by the Bell is on, clearly, conditions are perfect for guest blogging. The JSP has requested that I share my expert knowledge of standard and dope rhymes with you. She has provided me with five everyday situations to use as an example. So, borrow of cup of internet from the neighbors, cause we're gonna make

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It should be said before next week's blog that, I, the Jump Seat Pixie, and my good friend of many years, The Enchanting Wizard of Rhythm, are an unstoppable force of awkward. In fact, we're the astronomical equivalent of awkward. In her (the EWoR's) words, we are "Super-Awkward-Nova"... I can't exactly explain how our friendship came to fruition approximately eleven years ago. All I remember

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Hey! You! Yeah, you!  Little shrimpy kid! Are you too weak to hold your own in a fight? Are you so out of shape, you're considered a local anomaly?   Are you worried that when you step onto the high school campus, you're going to have it dealt to you at every turn? Are you concerned that you can't defend yourself? Maybe you've tried every other martial art with no resolve: No dice?

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I can't say I'm a fan of pomp and/or circumstance. I'm the kind of person who has redefined the word casual at least a dozen times... Time to go to a wedding? Well... Or perhaps I have to be the bearer of bad news?... So of course, I was bored out of my mind during the commencement of my graduating class.  It's not as though they really put much effort into making it interesting,

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I owe all ya'll a double-blog this Friday! In the meantime, I fixed it! Here ya go: Patrick Stewart Supplexing a Narwhal Truly the Heart and Soul of America

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My dear, faithful, and mortal readers, I'm afraid there is no blog this week.  I know, I know, it's a travesty and a despicable crime against the Internet-faithful, but before you start throwing jugs of five-X whiskey at your computer screens, you deserve to know what happened... Well, it all started when I was on one of the moons of Endor working diligently on my new blog... When

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And now, a picture-essay recounting the past two weeks in which I have entitled, "Senioritis: It's A Freakin' Real Thing, Man"... So close to graduation... So far from "well-adjusted adult individual"... That's the public school system for ya! ;) - The JSP P.S. Please excuse the tininess of some of the font in the pictures. Like you saw, it didn't format... P.P.S. Yes, I am aware the "

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It's too bad Facebook doesn't have an option with which to express your relationships with movies. Frankly, I'd find that to be a much more insightful window into the psyche of that person whose profile you're currently reading. They'll ask you about your relationship status (and give a few options to answer with) and then they'll separately ask you about your favorite movies. But if we could

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I am a female. This means that looking presentable for daily life is a constant uphill battle full of pain, drama, frustration, and the occasional nose bleed. For years, I have prided myself as a "minimalist" (most people call this "tomboy" or "just not caring"): I didn't wear make-up, I was good with jeans plus t-shirts for my regular circuit, and you'd NEVER catch me saying something like,

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For this next blog, I would like to employ the Morgan's speech method... General Purpose Statement: To persuade.  Specific Purpose Statement: To persuade my audience that the moral integrity of birds in the public eye is contrary to reality: instead of cute, innocent and comical critters, birds are malevolent and aggressive JERKS. Thesis: Birds are jerks.  ---------------------------------

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And now, a wordless recounting of the Jump Seat Pixie's Mother (last 18 years)... No one else could've handled this amount of awkward with such mastery! Thanks, Mom! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!! - The JSP

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Men rarely hold grudges. Have you noticed this? Growing up with three guys, I have seen every conceivable conflict arise within the fiery, caged, death-match ring of testosterone: everything from a misunderstood chess move to an out-and-out fist fight over something that currently escapes my memory (something to do with who got to be the Red Power Ranger).  However, no matter how severe the

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Everyone is on a quest for "awesome": I believe this to be a key insight into the human condition. "Awesome" has many names and many forms, and thanks to the Internet, "awesome" has become much more frequent and accessible.  Because, of course, let's imagine life in the late 19th Century America: electricity is either brand-spankin' new or TBD, people still die by being outdoors when it's wet,

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So here we go: a blog is born this very day! Enter The Jump Seat Pixie, a promising young lady with a tendency to gripe and to doodle... Looking around the Internet, I couldn't help but notice that if there is one thing we need more of, it's opinionated shut-ins complaining about their lives and pop-culture. What makes me different? Well...I have pictures... Now, the way I see it, the first

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