An entertaining 3 hours

Yesterday I had my once a month, 3 hour long council meeting--I'd say the name, but I don't want this blog to come up as a Google hit. Let's just say its a Council at my federal agency related to education. Ok. Usually these meetings are insanely boring, but I feel some obligation to go since its somewhat high-level, and good for networking. I usually find the inner fortitude to make it through with only minor doodling in my notebook.

But yesterday I was able to fully enjoy (as much as 3hr policy meeting can be) this affair. As I was looking around the room I noticed some striking similarities between council members and famous people. As they spoke I just replaced their faces with those of their celebrity twins. The first, and most obvious one was someone I work closely with, and have always noticed this similarity:

"I hated her... so... much, It--it..the f--, it--flame...flames...flames on the side of my face, breathing, breath... heaving, breaths... heaving... " OMG, I die every time I see her, the resemblance is so uncanny--even has the same hair, just auburn instead of brunette.

The next is the person who staffs the council meeting--John. I never noticed before yesterday, but he looks just like Monty Burns.


I used to think he was somewhat good looking--could've been the British accent. But yesterday as I stared at his profile, I noticed the resemblance. The same large forehead, hooked nose, tall lankiness, and penchant for holding his hands together.

Lastly, there was an invited speaker. She wasn't a real person, per se, just a stereotype. In this case, it was the most annoying type of stereotype for a true Aries--the cheerleader

With blonde hair and perky boobs, her bubbly personality made me want to leave the meeting an hour early. Its bad that I discriminate, but you can tell she's just not all there. To make things worse, she was all "Yay, awesome" and "Fabulous!" at a somewhat formal council meeting. I'm sure the straight guys, like Mr Burns, were more than enthralled with her presentation. I just gritted my teeth, and kept repeating, "Flames...flames on the side of my face."