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nph, your pants are so shiny!

2009-06-07T22:25:00.002-04:00

Seriously, NPH (Neil Patrick Harris for those not in the know, or Barney on HIMYM, or for the even less knowledgeable, Dr. Doogie Howser himself) - your pants/suit is so bloody shiny, and might be the gayest thing about you.

I love NPH, and have loved you for years, but what the fuck were you thinking hosting the Tony (or is it TONY?) awards in a suit that could serve as a mirror to everyone you talk to for the rest of the night? Or perhaps you wanted to be the shiniest object in the room, and the Tonys are probably the gliziest awards show?

I gave you the benefit of doubt. I actually though that the pants were going to be ripped off and you were going to join one of the performances. But alas. I've been watching for two and a half hours (shockingly. I'm always surprised how if I turn on the show from the start that I can't stop watching it. It's weird. I can't quite explain it, especially considering I've not seen any of the shows that are nominated this year.) and..you're still in the suit.

Why NPH? Whhyy? I love you to death, you seem like the most charming person in the world and like you'd be awesome to go out and get a drink with (it seems that you wouldn't drink beer), and you'd sing and tell stories and do magic tricks and generally charm the pants off of me. I'd only hope that maybe I could be one of your fag hag girls. Yet...your boyfriend, your friends, and I'm assuming the producers etc. actually let you out on stage in that suit. Yet. You're so cute that I laughed at all of your jokes tonight. Even the ones that fell flat. Sigh. I have such a huge girl crush on you. I still remember having an even bigger actual crush on you after reading the article in People sophmore year in college where you had that show with the guy from Monk. And I thought you were so hot and had totally grown-up since Doogie Howser that I watched that show. A) I should have known right then. And B) Clearly this is a trend I have continued since I started watching the show this evening because you were hosting.

Granted the start power of the evening didn't hurt (Hello Rizzo! You're my favourite C.J. Craigg! [Seriously. I'm in love with Allison Janney. For "Drop Dead Gorgeous" alone, and then of course, the "West Wing."], Kristin Chenowith charmed the pants off me in "Pushing Daisies" so she can do no wrong...and pretty much everyone.)

Staying on the channel is pretty impressive considering the really good NBA Finals game going on as well. I think it has to do with my obsession with the music. And I'm always charmed to see people win and get overwhelmed by the honor. The girl Karen Orveida (sp?) who won best supporting actress essentially for her role in "West Side Story" was so shocked that she was crying the whole time and had to be led off stage because she couldn't speak anymore. Which is so funny and touching because you could tell when she gave the "wassup" kind of reaction to the camera was on her that you could tel she was sure there was no way in hell that she was winning. I totally love that completely flabbergasted, speechless reaction.

Sigh. Why don't I see more Broadway shows? I fucking love musicals and plays. Oh. That's right. $$$.

Though after watching the cutest boys ever do "Billy Elliott" - his dancing was fucking out-of-control - I might need to sell a kidney so I can purchase a nose-bleed ticket. It's amazing how talented these boys are (all 3 of them won for best actor). So cute. Just wante to squeeze their cheeks. And their reaction to winning was just adorable.

Plus! Chandra Wilson is going to be in Chicago? Good Lord Sweet Jesus. Maybe, just maybe, this is what God invented credit for.

Why don't they pay for blood anymore? Seriously. No. Seriously.

so i got a number.

2009-05-17T18:17:00.002-04:00

Granted, it was a gay boy and his boyfriend. Though, 'boy' is probably the wrong term, but still....

Listen, it's Spring. You know. Just in case you were wondering. So, essentially, what I'm saying, in very short form is, "Mama's horny."

So...I've succumbed to some society pressures that I previously mocked. That might essentially be speed dating for one. And emailing a Republican.

Let me explain. I had no idea he was Republican until I googled him after we met at a party and he was all, "get in touch with me." So I decided to stalk him. And found out that at least he was a fan of McCain. Which? WTF? Seriously. I know you're cute and we connected, and you're from Indiana, but still? So yes. I emailed him.

And went speed dating. Which deserves a post of its' own. But yet. Didn't do fantastically.

My problem is that I did the AIDS Walk today in NY and I got a number. A gay man's number. Because per usual I can pull the gays like no other. It's...embarrassing. I do better than gay men. But..yet...can't score the straight man.

Sigh.

"Mama horny Michael." - Lucille Bluth, Arrested Development. I love you Arrested Development.

Just in case that wasn't clear.

P.S. My legs do fucking hurt after the walk.

how bad is cupid?

2009-05-12T22:21:00.002-04:00

So bad that with only about 5 channels to choose from - I'm choosing not to watch it. And let me just say that the competition is not fierce (sorry Tyra, I'm not bogarting your word. I promise) at all.

Let's take a look shall we?

CBS (Or should I say the network for those collecting their SS): "Without a Trace."

NBC: "The Biggest Loser." Which? Okay. If it was a "Death is Not an Option" kind of situation, I would in fact choose "Cupid." Sadly, my mother would not.

FOX: The local Fox News. So you know, it's fair and balanced and classy. Because, yes. They're now talking to people on the street about glad they are that Carrie Prejean (sp?) did not lose her crown. Like, really? This is news. But yes. More interesting that "Cupid."

ION (Yes. It's really a channel. With programming. With actual shows [that have all been canceled by other networks, but still.]):

C-SPAN: Rep. John Boccieri supposedly speaking live. Like, where Ohio boy? Do you think anyone is still paying attention at 10:28 East Coast time?

Telemundo: I can't understand a damn word. But I know it's more interesting.

My9: Evening News. I'm assuming a touch classier than Fox - though they are talking about auctioning off Yankee stadium items. Yankees suck.

NY1: News as usual.

PIX11: News. Probably as classy as Fox. Shockingly, I'm getting to now see about Carrie Prejean again. Awesome. Because I was so enthralled the first time.

PBS1: A documentary about the Bloods and Crips. This is actually really interesting. Who knew this blog post would be helpful.

MNN (Didn't know this was a channel): A woman is seemingly singing in gibberish at a performance playing a cello and from this angle it looks like she's naked. Oh wait. She's not. Weird dress. Awful acoustics. And supposedly this is "Erin and her Cello." O-kay. I still can't tell if she's singing gibberish or in English.

PBS2: I don't know. But it's British programming. (So, by the accents, automatically more interesting.) [Ed note: Flipped back during commerical for "My Boys" and there were two women kissing now. Defintely better by merit now.]

TBS: "My Boys." Automatic win. Even when I first started this blog and it was an "Office" repeat.

When watching something in another language that I have no hope of understanding is more interesting - you have got a problem.

There are just so many tragic things about this.

The first being that "Cupid" version 1.0 was actually kind of awesome. It had Jeremy Piven before he douched out. Though...he's always been close friends with my high-school famous boyfriend (John Cusack) who I tragically found out (and I'm still semi-pretending isn't true) was a complete and utter douchebag. Like, supposedly in "A Thin Line" he shat his pants, stepped out of them and let some poor PA deal with the after effects. Like, really? Ew. So...perhaps they've been friends for so many years because they're both d-bags? Anyway. He was absolutely charming in the role. And it featured Paula Marshall, before she was a show killer, and before she was cast as the stereotypical stroppish female character on a poorly written CBS. Thanks CBS. Paula must hate herself. Any. Way. I liked both of them, and the both had some serious chemistry. Though...I might have been the only person watching the show since it was canceled rather promptly.

The second that I first fell in love with Rob Thomas (the writer/director - not the Matchbox 20 singer) was season 1 of "Veronica Mars." I...there are no words. The show had me at "Hello." It was brilliantly acted, brilliantly written, and the story-arc was insanely good. When I started researching one of my new favourite shows ever, I found out Rob Thomas had created "Cupid," and thought, "Huh. This man makes television I like." Plus, not only is he incredibly talented, from the interviews I've read he also seems like a nice and likeable. Something that you always like to see in people who you respect. Hating this remake sullies my love a little. Granted, you always forgive people for their transgression, I get the feeling that getting the taste of this show out of my mouth (and I've actually tried watching. Quite. A. Few. Times. So it's right up in there.) is going to take quite some time. Thanks. Rob. Thanks...

Another, is that I really like the stars of the new "Cupid." Bobby Canavale and Sarah Paulson are very likeable people. Sarah Paulson is usually one of the best things about everything that she is in, such as "Down with Love," (funny side story: she played the love interest of David Hyde Pierce in that movie [which came out in when? Like 1995?] - when both of them were still in the closet. Which? Kind of funny. Right?] and "Studio 60." Bobby is hot. And I've heard that he can some some range. But unfortunately there is no chemistry whatsoever between the two. Which is sad, because sometimes awesome chemistry can leap past bad writing, bad plotting, and bad story-telling. Essentially everything that is wrong with "Cupid." I'm actually a touch flummoxed as to how it is possible for "Cupid" to suck as much as it does. Because, seriously? It seemed as if everything Rob touched turned to gold. Clearly, this is not the case.

And I guess lastly (because I love Rob, and it hurts me to hate on Rob a little), it limits my viewing options. I have so few channels (because half those channels don't even count) and there are very few that come in with decent sound quality. And by very few, I mean two. And they're TBS and ABC. The other have that shitty, no cable fuzz sound to them. So you can imagine it can often make watching those channels intensely annoying. Though, I'm an addicted (to TV), desperate bitch, so I still will watch. So to have something be so shitty with good sound quality thereby forcing me to change the channel pisses me off.

Why Rob? Why? And I really do think, "how"? I just...am flummoxed. I like shitty TV. So it's almost as if bad TV doesn't exist for me (except for most of the shows on CBS [except of course HIMYM (a show I've loved since the first episode aired. Secret: I watched from the very first episode because Cobie Smulders was on "the L word" and...I watch anything that anyone who was cute on "the L word" does. I mean I watched "Teachers" or whatever the fuck it was called for Sarah Shahi. Granted, I would go through fire for her, because everything she touches does turn to gold. Case in point: "Life."), "The Big Bang," "The New Adventures of the Old Christine," and I'll always watch "Cold Case" and "Two and Half Men" (a show that can shockingly be pretty funny. Shut it.)] So...it takes a lot for me to stop watching a show halfway through.

So, yeah. It's that bad.

So as to clear any bad taste in my mouth, let's talk about good things. My daily music obsession: the unsigned and awesomely named "Dance Yourself to Death." Immediately going in, you're thinking, "This is going to be a great band." And you won't be wrong.

I have undying love for 80's music. Granted, it dates me, but I will always love 80's music, and not just because it's nostalgic for me. Tell me "Careless Whisper" isn't awesome. Or try telling me that you can't get Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" out of your head with of the "Glee" commercials running non-stop on Fox. Wait. What's that? You don't need to watch commercials? Fuck you. I firmly believe that some of the best, timeless music has come from that era. So any music that will somehow evoke an 80's tone will always draw me in. Which is definitely in part why I love the Babasonicos song, "Microdancing," even though I can't understand a word.

Anyway, DYTD is a Canadian queer-pop-rock (or is that rock-pop) band that has some of the catchiest tunes that I've heard in a really long time - and definitely evokes an 80's feel. Go to their myspace page to check out some of their music from their first album "Ready for Love." They're first 'single' if you will (as much as they can have one considering they have self-released their album. Definitely why I'm not posting any of their songs for free download. They actually need the support), "We Are All Made of Stone," is ridiculously catchy.

I can't endorse them enough.

Download and discover them, so that when they're all over the radio later this year (or next) you can be all, "Ooooh, I've been listening to them forever. Where have you been?" In a perfectly pretenious tone. It'll be fun. I promise.

while i should be unpacking...

2009-04-23T21:09:00.004-04:00

Commercials are unfortunately back in my life.

That bliss of fast-forwarding? Fucking gone. I've been unceremoniously spoiled. Well, you know, when it comes to TV watching. I had an awesome flat screen 40 inch TV...I had high-def...I had cable on-demand...I had movies channels. Cue chirping birds, harps and generic grass field filled with daisies and me running slo-mo into the light.

Granted though that all of this came with probably the worst roommate in history.

[HOLY CRAP!!!! Rant interrupted bitches. I just watched the BEST. COMMERCIAL. EVER. Okay. That's a lie. But it was awesome. It was a Heineken commercial featuring Biz Markie's "Just a Friend." A song that will FOREVER be in my nostalgia graces because of college. Sigh. Good time. Good times. Also? Supposedly I love Greg Grunberg for his Prius commercial. What the eff is happening here people? And Beyonce (I refuse to add the fucking indulgent accent, because you know what? You're no where close to being authentically French bitch.) is going for the Poor Man's Fatal Attraction...even though I think that is giving it even too much merit. Because, seriously?]

Also? It's now time for 30 Rock. A show I love with out boundaries. Supposedly. Here's the thing. Tina Fey is awesome. And awesomely funny. But here's also the thing. This past awards season it was like she couldn't stop talking about how awesome, and funny, and hot she is. And...it got a little tiresome. I feel like the reason more people haven't revolted is because she's probably the funniest fucking person in the world right now. Which? She's totally indentured herself to me due to this. But...it's like, "Yes. You're hot Tina. Yes, you're effing funny. Yes YOU JUST BOUGHT A FUCKING MANSION IN NY." Seriously. A mansion. Another step towards not being the bestest person ever. Which I think she thinks she is. I feel awful feeling this. I wish I could be in a coma. Coupled with the fact that her character has been turning more and more into an asshole. Why Tina, why? Though at the same time I feel like I should say, "Fuck it." Because she's hired Jane Krasinski for the show (I have a weird love for her) and there are a few episodes of 30 Rock that are more brilliant that the brilliance of the show, and she might have soothed the irritated nerves of election season with her impersination of "Sarah Palin." Yeah. I put her in quotes. So essentially? Here's the thing. She's the fucking funniest person ever. But I'd rather not have her going on about HOW awesome she is and HOW hot she is. Granted she'll tell me to "suck it." And she might be right...But I can't just love her because she's a woman in a man's unfortunate world of comedy. We're funnier, but often not recognized for it. Still. And I love her. But it can't be the reason why I remain faithful. I guess for me, a little humility goes a fucking long way.

So.

Back to the roomie situation.

I had a fucked up situation. Granted I have no idea when the last I blogged actually was, but I moved in with a douchey McDouche. So let's set the stage. I move in, in May. I moved in on a Saturday. Stayed with Cute Gay Boy for that night, but then moved in. So...a week. That Friday (after move) I hung out and had a few drinks with CGB and went home. And...roomie was wasted and semi-sexually harrasing me. And then he had his fuck buddy come by. So I thought it would be fine. But he then came back to the room and essentiall sexually harrassed me. It was...awkward.

Anyway, whenever he drinks he hits on me. AND essentially everyone I know in NY (I do miss you DC) says I should move. Until I moved. So for a YEAR people said I should move for dodginess.

You see? DVR and CABLE are not worth living by myself.

Granted each night by the time I hit the 4th floor I'm all, "What? This isn't the sixth yet?" but the fact that I'm living in Manhattan [if you're wondering? Just moved to a 6th floor walk-up in an awesome neighbourhood] and I have basic and a cat who semi loves me.

By the way, possibly best quote: "How are you so quiet, when your parades are so loud?"

Fine. Fuck you you rick bitch. But you make me love you. You're fucking hilarious. Unfortunately, more so than me. Hard, because funny is all I have.

i'm officially wrong.

2008-10-26T23:07:00.002-04:00

So I believe that I might have mentioned quite some time back (clearly seeing as it has been quite some time since I last posted) that Killer suggested an artist by the name of Bon Iver, and I might have dismissed said suggestion.

Okay. Dismissed is a strong word - but essentially I wasn't blown away in any form or fashion. I listened to a few songs on his myspace page and moved on...because sometimes I start to think that I need to have a somewhat more distinguishing palate when it comes to music because I hate finding myself listening to my iPod and having to skip every other song because my reaction to said song is, "Meh." Clearly my affection for the song doesn't relate past two weeks.

It's not often I need to admit that I'm wrong - but I feel like I owe Killer one here. I recently discovered Bon Iver's song "Skinny Love" and I'm completely and totally in love with it and his voice. In my first swing with Bon Iver I couldn't quite tell if I loved his voice or hated it. Again, I acted too rashly and decided that I hated it. I'm now thinking of all of the time that I wasted on not listening to Bon Iver.

In a show of trying to make things right with Killer, I will openly admit where I discovered the song: an episode of "Chuck." No. I know. It's actually my newest find. It's rather entertaining television. Plus, I've had a mini-crush on Zachary Levi since he was on "Less Than Perfect." Don't ask. There are those hours sometimes where a show comes on and you just watch...or it may be that you have lingering love for an actor/actress from another show (coughPretendercough) and you try and like the show...and it's middling, and you feel sorry for all involved. Any. Way.

"Chuck" is an entertaining little show. Are there other shows that are on that I would prefer watching at the same time? Absolutely. I actually watch it on Hulu (even though it isn't as awesome as last year I do watch watch "Sarah Connor" and I've been in love with "How I Met Your Mother" since go. Killer can vouch that I introduced her to the show...so Hulu it is). It seems like Josh Schwartz does a fantastic bang-up job of creating 'nerds'/'geeks' that are ridiculously adorable, charming, and cute. See: Seth Cohen on "The O.C." (I lost like a year to my obsession with Adam Brody. It was a bad scene. Well him and the show in general in the first year.) Chuck even looks a touch like a grown up Adam Brody and of course a touch like Josh Schwartz.

What magic Josh Schwartz brings to my TV (see also: Gossip Girl) is in part really only possible with his music/producing partner Alex Patsavas. I'm not sure if I've blogged about her and her awesomeness in the many years past of this blog (and I'm too lazy to search) but any emotion and moment in a show is either heightened (or I guess with a bad choice killed) with good music. I remember an article in the "Washington Express" in DC that I might have cut out (Fine. It had a picture of Adam Brody) that was expressly (pun intended!) about Alex and her music choices on the program and the fact that she was breaking a lot of bands on the program. Something about how after their appearance record sales of Rooney went drastically up (that was a choice I do not endorse). Not only is Alex amazing in her song choices - introducing me to a bevy of artists that I've since become obsessed with - but there is just something really awesome about how she is the music supervisor for so many programs and is a woman. She's totally my hero - if I could have a dream job, her's is totally one of mine. And what's pretty awesome is that after the OC, she became a producer on the JS programs as well. Not bad at all for a woman.

So thank you Alex Patsavas (scary fact: I know her name by heart and I know if it's a Schwartz show she's going to be the music supervisor. Good choice Schwartz!) for introducing so many artists to me and I'm officially blaming you for also making me lose hours of my time looking for the songs online, and listening to some songs over and over again.

So...short apology really long story: discover Bon Iver because he's awesome. Though not as awesome as Alex Patsavas.

some text message conversations.

2008-07-31T23:30:00.003-04:00

This is why I love Killer. This is why I miss Killer.

Because really? I think we're pretty fucking funny - and are more than capable of keeping each other entertained.

Last night as I'm trying to fall asleep as I've been fucking exhausted all day - and Killer has just read my last blog post. PLUS she knows this since I already told her I was going to sleep as I had a killer (hee!) day.

00:51:45: Killer: Dude, freshman year out of college is my term! Stop stealing my awesome lingo.

00:53:08: karen: Whaaat? I think we ALL called it that. What else have I pilfered? [AN: A statement I totally stand by - and I will just mention now that Killer doesn't mention any of these 'other' lingo words...so? I'm calling her bullshit.]

00:54:05: karen: Also? Tell me that's not the greatest video ever?

00:55:34: Killer: Sometimes I worry about you.

00:56:32: karen: Dude - have you watched it?

00:56:48: Killer: Dude, you are fucking awesome for that video. [AN: I know.]

00:57:06: Killer: Yeah, and I didn't cry. [AN: Because she has no heart and soul and uses kitten fur for a blanket, because how can you not?]

00:58:56: karen: B/c you're a monster. Don't you totally want a pet lion now?

00:59:14: Killer: Love the resurge in blogging, by the way.

01:01:25: karen: I figure if I'm not saving the world one [x] article at a time - I should at least be flexing my blogging muscles. Let's see how long it lasts.

01:02:25: Killer: Nice, I dig it...and now am caught up in the archives. Holy fuck, 2005 was a long as time ago.

01:06:08: karen: No fucking kidding, right? Eons ago. Aight - I have to sleep for reals. Good luck w/work! [I don't know - maybe I regress to ghetto with lack of sleep?]

01:06:32: Killer: Night.

So I think the above hasn't been edited in any way (I did add a little punctuation to Killer's texts - only a period here, capitalization there or apostrophe behind an 'n' [her keyboard is fucked right now]) - so I think we prove that it is possible to carry on a conversation without having to reduce it to a bunch of letters instead of actual words.

We do have funnier posts - but to save both our dignities - I'll just leave it be for the moment.

Though I did love Killer's text they other day: "I luv ur blog post"

Priceless.

So somone is reading.

a lion made me cry.

2008-07-30T23:14:00.003-04:00

I repeat.

A lion made me cry.

I have always always always been a soft touch for animals. I mean excessively so. To the point that my roommates freshman year out of college (did anyone else call it that? You know where you're out essentially every night? I think I might be doing that again but just New York style.) used to joke that I didn't have a heart as it took quite a bit for me to cry. You know where we would all be hanging out watching TV and they would all be crying and I would be laughing. Or cackling often. Don't get me wrong - there are certain things that will always make me cry: the eding of Titanic if I've watched it start to finish where the old broad dies/sees Jack and everyone else welcoming her back (no fucking clue why); pretty much any Season 1 episode of "Everwood"; "The Notebook" - again if I've watched it the whole way through...and stuff I can't think of right now. What sets me apart though is that there was the show that year called "The Pet Psychic."

I adored "The Pet Psychic," much to my roomies chagrin. The worst part though was that the psychic would have a segment each episode where she would talk to owners of dead pets where she would be the medium between the people and their dead pets. Each. Fucking. Episode I would cry. I can't really explain it. Animals make me cry each time. I was recently watching "I am Legend" on a flight (didn't suck as much as I thought it would) and the saddest part was that the dog died. I'm always more concerned about the animals in those doomsday movies than the owners.

I'm kind of an animal person - if you haven't been able to pick that up.

Anyway, I do have to admit that I am kind of bogarting this video. I was reading the fashion blog of one of my jounos (it is kind of an addictive read - she's really pretty funny & witty) and she posted it with the funny title of...well, nevermind, I'm a touch too paranoid about connecting the dots and somehow pissing someone off or getting fired.

Anyway - I watched it twice in a row and teared up each time. It is the most touching thing I have seen in weeks. And I like my journo - totally want a tiger now. And who knew they give the best hugs ever?

Also? I promise that this will be the cheesiest/schmaltziest I get for awhile yet.

Oh - and I'm going on a possible date tomorrow night with a co-worker. I just don't know if it's a date or not. I'm completely and utterly flummoxed.

text speak.

2008-07-28T21:48:00.004-04:00

If I have one pet peeve at the moment that is above many others on the annoyance scale it would be one thing: text speak. You know, the norm now seemingly in communication where it is suddenly okay to bypass any and all punctuation and make it easier by ONE LETTER to write a word such as '2morrow' or a few so you can write 'c u 2morrow.' Like really fuckhead? You want me to meet up with you tomorrow when you can't properly compose a sentence nor use punctuation?

GAAAHHHHH.

I can't even describe what antipathy I have towards people who compose their texts and nowadays even EMAILS with all text words - foregoing any and ALL punctuation. Fuck you if you do that. Because really? How much time is it really saving you? Is it infinitely more than how much of a fucking illiterate loser you come off looking like?

Okay. I know. I need to officially simmer down.

I think the reason why I have such a visceral reaction to text speak is that I find it is becoming more and more frequent - it is being used beyond text to conversations where you might be iming with someone or emailing with them. And ultimately I'm afraid that it is dumbing down the youth of America and most likely the countries around the world that speak English. I can't properly speak about other languages where people text, but I'm sure the same thing is happening.

As soon as it becomes okay to forgo something as important as punctuation or even spelling or proper sentence composition I worry about the intelligence and communication capabilities of any culture. It seriously, seriously, seriously worries me. Especially the youth in this country, who might actually think that you spell come as 'cum' or see as 'c.' Sigh.

It reminds me of the story of one of my friends in college who was mentoring the city kids in an after school program and one kid was all, "How do you spell fabulous?" And granted, English isn't her first language but she had to think for a second and one of the kids shouted out "F -A - B - A - L - O- U - S!" He was so proud as well. (I'm blanking on what refrain that song is from now - but it was really popular in 2001/2002). Sad/funny end to the story: my friend couldn't figure out the typo to that spelling. Sigh.

Granted that story has more to do with a song influencing the grammar skills of the youth than anything else - but it was part of popular culture just as text speak is becoming the norm. I received an email from a co-worker (where English is definitely not their first language) and they said: "I'll send it to you 2morrow." My first reaction was cackling with laughter because where in the world did he pick this up - especially since he doesn't even live in an English language world, and why would he think it is okay to write the word like that?

So recently I've started emailing/iming with a co-worker. Who ever since I started my job I've had a bit of a crush on. He is cute - but it's also the fact that there isn't a dearth of cute, straight, younger men in my workplace (per usual) - making him infinitely cuter to me. The thing is is that he essentially uses in both chat speak AND emails the term "LOL" in lieu of punctuation. Seriously. I can't even tell you how many times he will use "LOL" in a 10 word email...Probably something around at least four times. I was with a friend on Thursday night when I realized how horrible it was. She said that she was in the middle of reading some book that said we shouldn't disregard boys who use words such as "Brava" or even "LOL" just because they use them. Though afer reading a few of his emails you could tell she wasn't sure how much even she at that point believed it.

Today I was chatting with him and he asked if I wanted to go to dinner with him for restaurant week and I couldn't figure out if he meant it in a romantic way. Though I couldn't tell if I wanted him to anymore because really? Like fucking REALLY!!! You're not a 14 year old boy buddy. You're 28 and professionally employed. Not only does he love to use LOL like it's going out of style, BUT he also used lmao. Which? I had to have other people tell me what it was. Also, and this is part of my pet peeve, he doesn't actually use any punctuation, nor any does he capitalize. I've gotten a little better about the capitalization thing as long as you use proper punctuation. If you can't form complete sentences though with punctuation, please don't talk to me.

So I was essentially asking everyone today if asking me out to dinner was a datey kind of thing, or a buddies thing. (Sidebar: I since talked to someone I work with who is also friends with him, and she was like, "Definitely no. He has a girlfriend" So kind of phew. Kind of bummer, since for awhile I did have a pretty decent crush on him.) Anyway, I emailed one of my friends who is also a journo (I know, right?!) and I loved her response:

"I've learned in my ripe old age [she's not old at all] that we must be a tiny bit forgiving with emails. Boys are, above all, retards."

That pretty much says it succinctly - though that doesn't mean it isn't a pet peeve. Just perhaps something I have to learn to be more forgiving with.

facebook etiquette.

2008-07-27T14:06:00.003-04:00

Here's the thing that essentially everyone in the world knows: Facebook isn't just for your younger sibling in college nor is it not for your mother anymore. Facebook has become this massive social networking giant in the world that really has EVERYONE in the world on it. Literally, I've seen people whose parents are on FB, to which I say, really? Like, do you really really want your parents to see you tagged in drunken photos and reading a message on your wall about how you were a drunken slut? And not just people. I have friends who have created FB pages for their pets.

I could essentially rant for hours about the weirdness that is Facebook. But that will probably be Facebook rant part 2. The first question is, because everyone and their mother is on Facebook, how do you go about accepting and rejecting friend requests?

No matter how impersonal you might try and make your page - the long story short is that someone created a fanastically brilliant stalking tool when they invented FB. I mean, even if you didn't have ANY interest at all in stalking, you inadvertently stalk all your friends just by signing in. It's essentially the devil in friendship clothing. If you have any inclination to find out what is going on in people's and even eventually strangers lives - you will spend your lifetime on Facebook.

So even if you have been good and kept your homepage to a skeletal version, before long someone is going to tag you in a photo that all of your 'friends' can see and eventually they can even then scroll through your friends photos so that they can see how the entire evening went or how your trip was. When you really stop and think about it - it's pretty scary. I choose not to think about it too long. I'm not usually one for doing anything online at all. From Friendster in the good 'ole days to MySpace. I have Killer as my witness that she had to badger me into joining - and the only reason I did was so that I could play Scrabble online with her and Smiles during the day. What else was there to do all day at my old job? I have to say that I have weaned off the FB - when I first joined it was a crack that I just couldn't kick. Suddenly I found all my friends from high school who I could never find through googling - and now I could see how they looked now, what they might have been up to recently from their photo albums. It was AWESOME. I have since weaned off - but I have to admit in the past two weeks to getting right back into the Facebook wagon. I have no idea what brought me back in.

I digress.

The Facebook etiquette I'm most concerned about is the accepting friend requests. Clearly, when you see a person and they've requested you and you really have no idea who they are - then fuck em. I either ignore or reject the friend request. But then what about the peripheral friends - the ones that you slightly remember knowing from way back in your past life. Do you say yes just to say yes? Do I think that there isn't really anything too incriminating about my photos that I might as well say yes despite the fact that I might not be able to pick them out of a line-up even with pictures? I have to admit that I have for the most part. If I see that they're friends with a group of my friends and I can slightly remember them, I'll accept. I just feel awful if I don't.

The questions I've been struggling with lately - and have been getting mixed advice about - is whether to accept 'work' requests. I mean, clearly there is a difference between work friends and then the people that you meet professionally. Essentially I work with PR reps now and journalists - and these are people that you chit-chat/schmooze with - and essentially make them believe that you're their best friend. Unfortunately - sometimes you can do your job too well. There's that fine line of bullshit where people will say "Oh, I'll totally add you as a friend on Facebook!" and you say, "Totally! Yes! We'll be Facebook friends! It'll be awesome!" But in the beginning is the mutual understanding that they won't request you and you won't request them. Though I didn't understand that at first and was seriously concerned about them asking me to be their friend and thinking just how many incriminating photos I can really have on Facebook and just how many entries on my wall might have people calling be a bitch or twat or slore. Essentially things that you wouldn't want for people that you are trying to impress and take you seriously should be seeing.

Luckily this dilemma wasn't really popping up as a dilemma - and I started to realize that as disgenuine as I was being - so were they. Until recently. The first was a sweet PR girl who was clearly still young and not jaded and she added me. I went back and forth - consulting my British counterpart (mostly because she's awesome and I stalk her because I still have a wicked friend/girl crush on her) and she essentially said: "No. Don't add them. Ignore it." Which? I felt like I could have done had I not said, go ahead and add me. If they had on their own volition just decided to add me, I would have felt better saying no. Plus? I'm a total soft touch and would feel horrible about essentially rejecting this girl. Odd considering I can be a raging bitch sometimes. Anyway. I decided to add her - hoping that maybe it would be an add without anything. Alas that wasn't the case. She wrote on my wall immediately - but I figured. How bad could it be? I don't have too much that would incriminate me. Unless the person went looking in all my albums - and I was hoping she just wouldn't have the time. Then of course started the requests from journos that I liked - but it is that fine line of you're both on opposite ends of the spectrum. You're PRing them and catering to their every whim - whilst being nice to them. It's a hard thing to do. British counterpart recently said: "You're much too nice to these journos - making them think you're actually their friend." To which I was said "Well of course. I'm nothing if not charming." She laughed. Yet I accepted another request from a journo I got this morning.

So far I've accepted most of the requests - but my concern is for the ones I don't actually like that much and wouldn't really want seeing my pictures or my status updates or just more information about me. I'm sure I can change the privacy on my account, but I don't think you can change it for just one person and I would rather not spend hours changing the settings on each person on my friend list. The question is really just: how can I not accept a friend request and not come off as a douche - or do I always have to accept friend requests and take down everything that might even be deemed personal? Which? I mean my true purpose still to FB is to play scrabble - so I guess it shouldn't be too too horrible.

Dilemma, dilemma, dilemma.

Which? I realize isn't a life changing dilemma in any way. But it's Sunday assholes. No one wants to have a horrible dilemma the day before they go back to work.

Music Suggestion for Sunday: Neil Halstead.
He's fucking brilliant. He used to be part of Mojave 3 - another brilliant band. Their song "Bluebird of Happiness" is a beautiful song that I discovered from "The O.C." (Shut it!) and made me fall in love with them. Neil's voice though is wonderfully evocative and his quiet, relaxed music is perfect for a calm Sunday in the Summer.

summer jams.

2008-07-22T21:32:00.002-04:00

I'm a total self-confessed music snob. I openly admit this fact to everyone I know. Somehow I wear it as a banner. Rather impressive considering you're essentially telling that person: "I'm a douche. I am more pretentious than you when it comes to taste in music. I will most likely look down on your taste in music - and possibly mock you for said taste in music." Total ass behaviour. I will also often ask people to tell me what music they - and tell them that I judge people based on their taste in music. All of this is true.

It's amazing that I still have friends.

Despite all of these things - it doesn't mean that I can't appreciate a good summer jam. You know the ones: they are usually constantly played, they're fun, they're peppy and have about as much substance as cotton candy. Though at the same time, they're just as sticky sweet. Whenever you hear the song again - you'll immediately flash back to your summer where everywhere you went the song was being played. Granted this does have to be like, 5 months late, because usually by the end of the summer you hate the song because it is being played every five minutes and in every store you go into and it's just much too soon and you want to punch someone in the face when you hear it.

I'm still deep in the love affair with my summer jam. I hate myself for it, but I can't help but love Chris Brown's "Forever." I mean I had an immediate reaction to the song - I want to have a deep, hot secret love affair with it. Never really acknowledging to anyone that I knew said song and was essentially fucking it all day long. Because really? It's rather embarrassing - there's not much substance to the song but rather it has catchy hooks and beats - and it has just enough of a techno background to it that I love it like a fat kid loves cake. It's fucking awesome.

I hate myself even more - because the snob in me essentially hates liking a song that everyone and even their fucking grandmother know and love. Seriously. As soon as a song I like is introduced to pop culture it fucking pisses me off. I have to stop liking the song because then people will think I discovered the song from a commercial. Thank you Apple! Fuckers ruining perfectly good musicians like Feist. So, I have to say that I'm not a total stickler for rules. I'll still listen to Feist and some of my other faves on the total down low.

This is what pains me about a band I discovered this summer - and like two weeks later they were being mentioned everywhere - including as to what Elton John was listening to. Really Elton? Really. Way to take away their total Brooklyn cool. Anyway, there is a group called Hercules & Love Affair that I have totally fallen in love with. Especially their song "Blind." I own all the mixes. It takes much of what I love - electronic, cheesy 80s songs (I know. No. I know.), interesting voice, great repetitive drumming beat - and more and fuses it together. I'm seriously not doing a good job describing the song. Even better it has the requisite queer factor with the two members being gay. It's like they got together and said: "We're going to make music that karen thinks is awesome. How are going to achieve that? What does she love? Can we put it all together and make it sound awesome?" Of course the answer is a resounding yes.

Killer's summer suggestion is Bon Iver. I haven't been won over yet - I'll give it another go, but I don't feel a love affair beginning. See? Rocking awesome band name to have "Love Affair" included in the name of the band. You can't go wrong.

jet-lag totally blows.

2008-07-15T19:58:00.002-04:00

Perk of the new job: international travel.

Sucky part of the new job: no time to recover from international travel before being back and the job.

Suddenly you find yourself sitting at your desk at about 3 pm thinking about what you can do to keep yourself awake. Possibly convincing yourself that literally punching yourself in the face will make you feel better. Or at least more alert.

That lack of actual cognitive ability makes me wonder what use I am as a member of the team. Or you know, running my own little section.

You're probably thinking. Wait? She's employed. And not dead? WTF?

It's been essentially a year. Or at least practically. I haven't blogged since moving to NY - and I essentially have already become an obnoxious New York City resident. Or I should actually mention obnoxious Manhattan resident.

It makes you wonder about whether or not a site will expire if you do nothing with it. Or if in 40 years this site will still be up and my words will still be here. The thought of that permanence kind of freaks me out. Not quite sure if that's just a symptom of my commitment issues though.

I'm just impressed I still remember the address to this site.

mission: failed!

2007-10-08T13:12:00.000-04:00

Wow.

Not that anyone should really be shocked, but I guess it didn’t take too long for “MISSION: FAILED!” I kind of expect a huge red stamp of that vibrantly splashed across the page.

Does it even matter that I had the best of intentions? No. Seriously. But then I had to rush out of town on Tuesday to go up for a quick second round interview in New York and rush back and then suddenly exhausted, and wait? Are you still listening? Do you even care?

Initially I was going to do two posts for two days. To, you know, make up those ‘lost’ posts and continue and I would still count it as accomplishing the impossible. I think the blog speaks for itself in suggesting how well that went. The blog: “Shut your face bitch. We’re on a break!”

For Killer though, and I think myself, I’m going to persevere and see how often I can post until I leave. I might start an incestuous relationship once I move to New York though. No work? No cable? What does that leave? Procrastination from job searching – and so that means more blog stories.

You might still be caught on that ‘
no cable’ part of the last paragraph though. I know. No cable. Or even local TV channels actually. No, no. Put the phone down. There’s no need to be calling a medical alert on my ass for suicide watch. I think it’s going to be okay. Or it won’t. But there’s nothing I can do about it. Plus Killer just introduced me to a site where they post episodes of video shows where you can watch them online. Clearly it isn’t the same thing, but it will have to do. Karen without TV. Can you even imagine the travesty? I can’t.

In terms of describing the depths of my obsession with my TV and fauxvo, I was shut off last week, or I should say on the 26^th of September, because I hadn’t paid my antenna person (because satellite/cable is a money hungry motherfucker of an industry, I have to pay some company $5 a month to get access to the dish on the roof. It’s fucking ludicrous.). Granted, my bad about being about a month late in paying, but I kept on meaning to call them and say it would only be a few months instead of the 6 you pay at a time. So the fuckers shut me off. When I called to be re-hooked up, they explained it would cost $60 to re-connect me. I thought this ludicrous so said, ‘no thank you’ and said it in a tone that really said: ‘go fuck yourself!’ Even though at this point I’m practically hyperventilating because I won’t have cable for a month, I call DirecTV to cancel my service. The woman politely informs me that since I have a fauxvo I signed up for a two year agreement that hasn’t run up yet (What. The. Fuck? I don’t remember that when I said I would sign up for the FauxVo. That wasn’t explained to me fuckers), so I would have to pay a cancellation fee and mail my FauxVo back. My FauxVo with hours of service. Sigh. I think I should preface the following information with the fact that it had been a hard morning and I was already going through withdrawal of not having ANY tv. So…I crumbled to the fucking man and paid my re-connect fee for a month of television access.

I know.

No. I. Know.

I like to rationalize it with the fact that I’ve been staying in mostly and so essentially that’s only really like one night out.

I think I’m really just deluding myself. Pick up that phone on the 23^rd, or at least be ready to save my ass.

i quit!

2007-10-01T22:46:00.000-04:00

Today was the day where the girl who cried quit (me) finally gave in her resignation letter.

It was...a little anti-climatic.

I've been hemming and hawing for weeks (since the middle of August) about when I would actually leave and when I would give my letter in. Due to the fact that it isn't due to a necessity (a rocking new job opportunity) I've been able to vacillate between dates. Plus? Do you give your job that you hate 2 weeks, or are you nice and give them a few weeks so they can find your replacement? Are they going to become even douchier once they know? Is that even fucking possible? All good questions I was asking myself.

I do have to say though that this Spring slash Summer I was totally inspired by those Sharpie commercials. You know the ones where the whole slogan is "Say it loud!" And one of the commercials showed a person starting their resignation letter and they ultimately take a Sharpie and violently scrawl "I QUIT!" on the pad. Brilliant. I wanted to date and kind of walk out the door giving the finger.

Unfortunately, paperwork being able to follow you where it may, and that unfortunately I need them for a reference...my true feelings couldn't be voiced.

I also have to admit I was a little nervous about handing it in; both for my boss' reaction and that it really, truly means that I'm leaving. A tidge scary. And? I've never quit before.

I went into my co-workers office and asked if she had ever handed in a resignation letter before and she said she hadn't. And the best part? She said she just stopped showing up for work! Ha! Albeit, she did follow-up that behavior with explaining that those were usually waitressing jobs. She did say mostly though...

But the letter was handed in, the Boss promised a reference, and I guess I'm really leaving. ..

Anti-climatic.

ipod roulette.

2007-09-30T20:29:00.000-04:00

So, in order to complete the mission, I'm doing a bit of a free pass post.

It's iPod roulette time bitches!! Where, with no cheating we see how embarrassing or awesome my music library is.

So let's roll!

1) Playground Love (Vibrapone Version) - Air
And I'm off to a not at all embarrassing first song. I love Air. I refuse to call them 'French band Air' because they have a large enough repertoire and they make awesome enough music.

2) So Flute - St. Germain
Annnd it seems that my iPod is loving all of my French artists. And I have no problem with that. What I do have a problem with? That this song was licensed for some stupid period medication of some sort. I only watch the commercial (that airs seemingly on loop on Lifetime) to hear the music.

3) Around the World Remix - Daft Punk vs. Snoop Dogg
French artists again! Seriously though, my love for Daft Punk knows no bounds. I still regret not going to their concert in high school because I had the SATs the next morning. Like seriously, it still pains me. Ironically this song was my first introduction to the group. Love, love, love it. So much so, I'll take any remix of it.

4) Falling - Jamiroquai
We're finally out of France! I used to love Jamiroquai in high school and there are still some songs I like and keep on my computer. This is one of them.

5) I'm Me, I'm Yours - Jim Noir
This song is either from "The OC" or "Grey's Anatomy," and it reminds me a little of folk music from the late 70s. It's a nice little ditty.

6) Besame Mucho (Senor Coconut's Chachacha Remix) - Cesaria Evora
This is due to my love of all lounge music, especially Latin. It's a nice remix.

7) Take me Tonight - Alexander
I guess you can't get away without being embarrassed. This is the first winner of Germany's version of "American Idol." And it is pure cheesy goodness that I love, but usually would not admit to totally loving.

8) Find My Baby - Moby
There was a period of time where Moby was licensed all over the place. You couldn't watch a movie, tv show, or commercial without hearing a Moby song. It got a little old. Now that he's somewhat off the Top 40 table, it's nice to be able to go back and appreciate his music again. He's still a solid artist.

9) BMFA - Martha Wainwright.
In case you're wondering, BMFA stands for Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole. I know, right? Fucking sweet. I really like Martha, more so than her more famous brother Rufus. And it totally pisses me off that she has to be featured in his music as opposed to headlining her own stuff. I highly recommend her work. She's got a great voice.

10) Senorita - Justin Timberlake.
Ugh. I should delete this song. I am so over Justin Timberlake's music and attitude. He's just such a douche who thinks he's God's gift to music, especially R&B. And that he's innovative, which? Your last album douche? That sound was playing in the clubs like three years beforehand, and wasn't featuring trite lyrics. Double ugh.

Love the iPod roulette. Everyone should play!

mission: impossible. daily posts until i move.

2007-09-29T16:05:00.000-04:00

Shut the front door!!!!!!!!

I have ignored this blog for a really, really, really long time. Like, if we were friends, my blog would pass me by on the street, do a double take, and ask the person next to her, "Dude, was that Karen that just walked by?" And clearly, this person, the blog's best friend, would really have no idea because I've been gone so long, they didn't even know I existed. Which? Fair enough blog's best friend.

Of course I've been wanting to come back, but I've been busy and totally stressed out, and potentially a little uninspired. Killer though has been heckling me, making me promise to start again, and continue once I move. What's that? Oh yes. I've decided to completely sack-up and move to New York and temp and (fingers crossed) finally get a job that uses my skills more than the one I'm currently at. So I think starting this blogging thing up again might be in part a procrastination tool in regards to packing up my apartment. The move date is impending, and I do what I do: procrastinate better than anyone else possibly could.

So I was coming back to the blog with no real idea of what to comment, and shut the front door! FREDO VIOLA COMMENTED ON MY BLOG POST ABOUT HIS SONG. Seriously? The fucking coolest thing to happen to me in, well, I can't even think. Mind. Blown! I'm absolutely speechless about the fact that he commented on my blog and totally updated me on his music. You guys? My letters actually reached him. Totally my hero.

Yes. This is me totally geeking out. I have to say I was totally jealous, and a little awed when Killer finally commented on the book "Finn" that I bought her for her birthday on her blog and how bloody well it was written, yadda, yadda, recommend, yadda. (Like six months later! Way to get to your birthday present dude!) Well, I was reading the comments on the post (I think to bask in awesomeness of my present to her) and saw the author had commented. Thanking her for her interest and mentioning he found the post via a google alert. I was totally impressed and was all, "How cool is that that he read your post and commented?" She was pretty cool about the entire thing. I feel I can safely say that in cool points I totally fucking win. The Fredo Viola posted on my blog.

I'm still totally obsessed with "The Sad Song," and still have regularly checked his site for updates. Clearly I should have been reading my own blog and not been such a douche. So Fredo? In case google has sent you back over here? Thank you. You rock and I'm really looking forward to your music and future videos - especially since you're concerned with maintaining quality and heart in your work. Keep on keeping on.

Talk about totally making my day. I guess this means I have to get back to wrestling with my apartment. I mean how much stuff can a person own?

the sad song.

2007-05-22T01:49:00.000-04:00

I am an absolute whore. And, no. Unfortunately I'm not talking sexually. Well, that's a different post. I digress. I will utterly become a song's bitch so easily. Resulting in me playing said song over and over again - notching up the play count on my iTunes to an obnoxious amount.

Usually though, after listening to the song on repeat for a few weeks, I'll be able to tear myself away. Often this is after discovering my absolute, consuming love of another song. Extolling the awesomeness of said song to really whoever will listen.

A few months ago I discovered "The Sad Song" by Fredo Viola on my iPod. It was played in an episode of "The OC" and I always download the songs featured in an OC episode for the most part. (What? The show went to crap - that doesn't mean the music did! I've again lost street cred, haven't I?) I would download the songs even if I hadn't watched the episode. If you kept up with the OC you know how difficult it was to place it really high on your TV watching schedule. So I listened to "The Sad Song" briefly and moved on. Fast forward a few weeks and I was watching a show I refuse to admit to watching and heard the song again, and had the immediate reaction of "I know that song. I love that song. What is that song?" So imagine my joy upon figuring out what song it was, and to boot that I did indeed already have it on my iPod. Sweet!

"The Sad Song" has pretty much all the components that I like in a song that I will play on repeat. It has an achingly emotional melody with, well, I have to admit I'm not sure if I could really say their are lyrics. But you can hear the pain in Fredo's voice - it truly is a hauntingly beautiful song. I fucking LOVE it. So of course I went on a googling adventure of finding more Fredo Viola songs. iTunes? Nothing. My indie blog check? Nothing. Google? Well, there's his myspace page but you can't download or buy his few other songs. Seriously. Nothing more annoying when you're at the height of your obsession and willing to spend money to feed the addiction, and you just can't.

Anyway, this weekend as I was watching TV (shocking!!!) I finally watched The OC episode where the song was featured. My immediate reaction was, "truly great song for the scene," and "oooh, I haven't heard that song in fucking weeks. I love that song!" In summation: obsession totally relit.

So, of course I try again to figure out if I can perhaps now buy more of his music on iTunes. I mean I was just sent an email from Apple. They're worried. I have store credits that are unused. Why haven't I used them? Do I know how to log into my account? Am I having problems? Would I like to talk to somebody about them? If so, here's a number. Really? Why aren't you this attentive to my computer and iPod problems?

Clearly though, no dice. What the fuck Fredo? I've got money and I'm willing to spend. Granted it's currently the only kind of money I have to spend. Maybe I should learn from Winona Ryder in "Reality Bites" and I should buy people songs and they can give me cash. Poverty is a huge bitch, but that's neither here nor there.

Anyway, it seems his website is currently under construction (You best be hard at work on providing for the consumers Fredo!), but the page does show the fucking awesome music video he made for the song.

It seems that Fredo originally went to school (NYU) to become a film director, so you know he's not being completely self-indulgent by making the video himself. I truly enjoyed the video and thought it fit the song pretty well. What I still can't wrap around my head though is that he made the video completely with his Nikon Coolpix camera. So by filming 15 second videos with his camera. As a non-professional eye, I say you would never even guess that it was taken with a digital camera in 15 second jpegs. Fucking sweet!

I highly recommend you check it out! Plus, you get to hear the song.

I do have one request though: Fredo, please make some of your music available for the consuming public. You know. Something I can put on my iPod so I don't have to just listen to it on Myspace. I'll even pay for it. I know!

Thanks a bunch!

karen

sunday.

2007-05-21T02:08:00.000-04:00

As I was working off my Saturday night on my couch - potentially only two steps away from cro-magnon - I pretty much thought "Woof!" and "thank god nobody has to see me looking like this."

Let me say - some people can wake up looking rather presentable after rolling out of bed. For me this is an impossibility. My hair always looks like a mane. It's usually worse after a night out where I've used product to keep it in place for the hours that I'm out. Somehow that product is only effective whilst you're out having a good time. As soon as you lie down - all bets are off. As if it wants you to look like a cracked out whore. Seriously - I don't think anyone should have to look at this mug in the morning.

Actually CBF is the only person I regularly allow to see me in the morning. Clearly unavoidable when you're sleeping a few feet away from the person. It's pretty much a running joke about the hair and other lingering effects if it's been a long night out. You know, that pale pallor you might rocking, the bloodshot eyes, that darned eyeliner that takes 18 washes to fully get off.

Anyway, I always think, "Wow. That is true love if anyone isn't entirely repulsed the next morning."

I think it's no secret that I'm a little obsessed with Bloc Party - even if I'm a little sad how mainstream they've become. But Kele's voice will always do things to me - seriously he could sing about rubbish and I'd be okay with that.

Anyway, on their latest album - one that's a little mellower and little more emotional - he sings just about the perfect love song to me. Of course it doesn't hurt that it's set to great music. It's shockingly called "Sunday" and if he sang the chorus to me, I'd think he was the most perfect man ever, because I don't think I've ever heard anything more romantic. I really wish I knew an easy way to post songs...so here are the lyrics.

Sunday

Heavy night, it was a heavy night
Feels like we've just, come back from the dead
Heavy night, it was a heavy night
I cannot remember what I said to anyone
If we get up now, we can catch the afternoon
Watch the under15's playing football in the park
Let’s sit in St Leonard's on this alcoholic day
We're doing the best, with what we've got

I love you in the morning
When you're still hung over
I love you in the morning
When you're still strung out

I work hard all week and so do you
We deserve to let off some steam
Less orthodox creeping,
We need to rage through all of this life
There might be ones who are smarter than you
That have the right answers that wear better shoes
Forget about those melting ice caps
We're doing the best, with what we've got

I love you in the morning
When you're still hung over
I love you in the morning
When you're still strung out

When I'm with you, I am calm
A pearl in your oyster
Head on my chest a silent smile
A private kind of happiness
You see giant proclamations
Are all very well
But our love is louder than words

I love you in the morning

my condolences, mrs. vonnegut.

2007-05-13T11:30:00.000-04:00

Last night, after a broad variety of television shows already under the belt, Killer and I were watching an episode of "Frasier" at about 3:30 in the morning. I know. As you can imagine, it took us quite some time to get through the bitching about our friends and annoying co-workers. It had been quite some time since we had so much serious time on the couch.

As those familiar will know, the show will place a quote or phrase on a black screen before each new scene. These words, sentences, or quotes will have something to do with the following scene, no matter how small. Kind of elite in the subtle humor, but I enjoy it. So clearly I was a little flummoxed when my aunt mentioned during an episode we were watching that she didn't understand what these interspersing black screens meant. I generally informed her that there would be a reference in the following scene. She didn't get it - and I didn't have the energy to fully explain. Though with the amount of "Frasier" she watches I would think she would have picked up on it by now ["Frasier" has become somewhat of a family obsession, for which I blame my aunt and her DVDs. The early seasons - the really funny seasons you forget because the finale season of suckitude has left a nasty residual taste on your palate and you can remember nothing else. The early seasons remind you what a smart, funny, well-acted show it is. Too bad you're a scary raging Republican Kelsey. Hats off to all the other players. So now I FauxVo all the episodes on Lifetime (Thanks Lifetime! Still eternally grateful for the Golden Girls repeats!) and my aunt was just telling me she converted my sister on her recent visit and all she wanted to do was watch the DVDs - even when it was just my dad and my sister. Converted! Back to regularly scheduled programming...] Granted: not a college graduate - but still very smart. She's officially gone into early retirement (thanks German policies! Don't let the door kick you on the way out when your economy self-implodes!) and is in the entirely new career of head-hunting and making a load of money doing it. So, smart, but I just don't think she's able to pick up on the subtlety.

In last night's episode I believe the card read: "My condolences, Mr. Vonnegut." Both Killer and I turned to each other and said pretty much simultaneously, "Awwwwwwww." Though what she said next scared me, "You know what? Of our friends, you, Actress and I are the only ones who would get that." My immediate eloquent response? "Wait. What?" Killer subsequently went through our list of friends mentioning who would get the Vonnegut reference.

That is pure travesty. I was saddened beyond belief on the day I read Mr. Kurt Vonnegut had passed away. I even had "R.I.P. Mr. Vonnegut" as my status message in Gmail. Hey, I never said it was eloquent, but I needed to acknowledge it in some manner. The man is a literary hero. One of my literary heroes. It completely flummoxes me that someone would a) not have already read at least one of his books, and b) not know who he is by even just his last name.

During one of my better summers during college, I pretty much spent the summer voraciously reading through Vonnegut's books. One after the other. I loved his humour, I loved his characters, and I really loved what he was actually talking about. I love his re-curring themes and thoughts. Much more easily picked up when you're consuming them one after the other. So, you know, Kevin Smith didn't invent that idea when he has the mention of Julie Dwyer dying in the YMCA swimming pool in all of his movies. I kind of love it though.

Kurt Vonnegut was an amazingly talented writer. Not only was he a good story-teller, and ridiculously funny, he was able to write. Not something is very good at. Yes, I'm looking at you Mr. Grisham. Put your fucking laptop down and please retire. You're a disservice to the publishing industry. Kurt Vonnegut was one of the few remaining literary heroes.

Killer and I discussed this as well. Studs Terkel, turning 95 on the 16th my man! Hangin in there!, is one of the few living literary legends. Well, I feel that way. I love him. I found out one of the MDs that works in my department knows him, and I geeked the fuck out on Friday. Completely gushing about how Studs was my hero, and it was sooooooooo cool that he knew Studs and had Studs write the new intro for the MDs recently reprinted book. And how now? I was only like 3 degrees from knowing Studs!!! Put that in a fangirl voice and I believe you'll understand why MD had a mixture of incredulity with what the fuck is this girl on and a dash of why the hell isn't she geeking out over me mixed on his face (MD is a tidge of an ego-maniac. Or at least thinks he's the shit, which he kind of is, but why the 'tude dude?).

Killer and i couldn't drum up any names. Yes. There are really good authors, but an author that you could call a hero that's still alive? Nope. Very, very sad. Hang in there Studs!

Oh, and just in case you were wondering, about the card. Niles bought his father a meat gift basket to placate his father's ire over his putting Eddie in a kennel as opposed to taking care of Eddie himself as promised. The gift basket contains five different meats, and so when Niles was dropping hints of what it was, Martin excitedly asks, "The slaughterhouse five?" and Niles responds with a, "Well they don't make a slaughterhouse three."

I refuse to explain the reference. You should all know. Mr. Vonnegut you will be missed, but at least you have left us your oeuvre to enjoy in readings and re-readings for years to come. Thank you for your work. My condolences to your wife and family.

ding dong the witch is dead!

2007-05-12T18:59:00.000-04:00

Yesterday, if I had ever actually learned how to do cartwheels I would have been rolling down the aisles at work.

At about 4:25 yesterday the world at work became a somewhat brighter place to be. And no, it wasn't because I had the fluorescent above my cubicle replaced. I've actually been holding out on asking them to do that. I'm a little torn because it isn't very bright, and coupled with the dark walls of the cubicle and walls, but at the same time, I believe it's safe to say everyone agrees the fewer fluorescent bulbs the better. Well, maybe not surgery rooms and whatnot, but that's a necessity. Originally I had a lamp - still a very nice desk lamp - but it doesn't give off that much light. I keep on hoping it won't be my problem for much longer. Back to the lightness though: the fucking bitch who was formerly my friend has left the building that is my office for good. Even better? She's moving 3,000 miles away for her new job. I wish her much unhappiness in her future endeavors. Well, I kind of expect that is going to happen.

She's moving to the rainiest city in the world. She has perhaps one friend in the city (damnit!), and she's never lived further west than Michigan. She's not very good with the friendly. I believe she'll kill her own happiness, and I'm happy about that.

I've discovered in the past week or so that people just don't understand how ugly she made my life at work, nor do they fully understand the mind-numbing rage.

Let me summarize. Unfortunately, you spend more time at work with people than you do with anyone else in your life. This is a depressing fact I think most people often forget. So she was constantly there, for hours a day, in this cubicle hole where we work. I had to listen to her fucking shuffle with the shoes. On the phone, talking to people around me to try and make it more noticeable we weren't talking. As a bonus, she has a completely annoying voice.

I can go on and on about the petty shit she did to me, but I won't. I've got to try and really just purge that anger and pain from my life without becoming enraged on a perhaps daily basis. Especially since I was doing so well until she did the shittiest thing to me last week. MUST. RELEASE. ANGER.

The reason why things miraculously became better at work though is because I know she will no longer be there. As long as she was in the pit area, I would feel the tension. While she would constantly walk back and forth with her fucking noisy shoes, or that feeling that I knew she was potentially spying on me, looking at what non-work related documents were up on my screen, potentially spying [totally wouldn't put it past her - and I'm sure she said stuff to my supervisor], and just feeling that weight of our mutual animosity in the air.

That negativity is now gone. I believe it will be a brand new day. Because life on the job hunt is shitty enough as it is - there is no need for exacerbation.

Good riddance you negative whore! Can't wait for karma to kick you in the ass for your asinine behavior - not to mention your fondness for sleeping with married men. Take care!

Now it's time to celebrate! And thankfully I have my trusty partner in crime to help me tonight - thanks Killer!!!

What I have to look forward to?

Bitching with Killer; Alcohol; and probably most importantly - a viewing of "The Big Lebowski."

Heal me the Dude. Heal me now!

ipod roulette.

2007-05-10T02:58:00.000-04:00

I know. No. I know. Gone so long, and I'm just playing a game I've already played? I know.

I figure it might get me back on my writing schedule - must practice if I'm going to try and supplement the measly income with freelancing.

Also? I kinda wish I had a blog I wouldn't be embarrassed when job listings ask for blog writing experience. Start a whole new blog perhaps? That'd be way too much effort - and probably really boring. Not that this blog is a gripping, laugh-a-minute read, but I digress.

Onwards to assured embarrassment. Everyone has their dirty little music collection they would never admit to, right?

1) Deborah Cox - Play Your Part [Gabriel & Dresden Modjolation Vocal Remix}
Um...great start to proving I'm a semi-retired clubber and fag hag? And the semi-retired in no way refers to the latter.

2) Red Hot Chili Peppers - My Friends
Solid. Not my favourite of the Chili Peppers - still a great song.

3) Adam Merrin - Still Alright
Not much to say. I just added the song to the collection - it's probably embarrassing that I totally downloaded it because it was on a TV show. But still - Indie!

4) Glenn Miller Orchestra - Moonlight Serenade
Fine. It was bound to happen sometime. It could be worse. Granted, I still have six songs to go - but this is rather embarrassing. Even CBF didn't quite know what to say when I told him I downloaded the song. Let me just say it was purely because the song is consistently played throughout the Golden Girls series - and at some point you just buy that it is a great song. Or at least I did. I know - more solid proof of me being a fag hag.

5) Stereophonics - Dakota
Solid band. Solid song. My favourite by them is "Maybe Tomorrow" though.

6) Justin Trantner - Fear of Frailty
Not sure where I picked him up. Most likely from my compulsive MP3 blog reading - but I enjoy the downtempo - though I haven't figured out if it's a guest female singer or Justin singing. I also have to admit my iPod loves this song - especially in the morning - and it's much too quiet for that time of day so I'm always skipping.

7) Busta Rhymes - Turn it Up/Fire it Up
Don't lie. You know you loved this song circa 1998 when it came out. Personally takes me straight back to freshman year in college. I refuse to think about how old that makes me. I have also decided that any song that samples the KIT theme is solid in my book. Mundian Te Bach Ke's "Beware of the Boys" is also a solid in my book. I used to dream that I owned KIT, or would get a KIT. I can't describe how obsessed I was with the car.

8) Jennifer Lopez - Jenny from the Block
Um. I believe the less said, the better.

9) Neko Case - Hold On, Hold On
Good band. Pretty much saves me from being a complete and fucking loser - and gives me somewhat of a leg to stand on by being a bit of a self-professed 'music snob.'

Alright, fingers crossed...
10) Junior Boys - First time
Love. Love. Love the Junior Boys. I was really upset when they recently swung into town but I couldn't see them because my grandmother was here. And it was even at a location that would have been affordable. Oh well. They're totally friggen awesome though.

That was surprisingly painless considering I know I have much, much more horrid gems on my computer.

doubting my mental sanity.

2007-03-07T01:42:00.000-05:00

I hold myself in generally high regard when it comes to actual violence.

Not a huge fan of actual violence. I love a good action movie, love a good mob movie. I loved, loved, loved "The Departed." Though I am not sure if that's because I was stuck on a plane crossing the ocean, I really wanted to see it beforehand, and they didn't edit it for the plane. You know how you can see Zach Braff saying the word 'ass' but the voice over says bump or rump or whatever? Oh, and on that note? Zach Braff, you lost all goodwill to me that you earned with "Scrubs" and the first third of your pretentious, self-indulgent movie for the awful wreck that was "Last Kiss." As did you Paul Haggis. "Crash" was over-rated and pretty broad with the brush strokes, and you've done nothing of real quality since. I was hoping for better with the Black Donnellys. I was willing to go one more for you, and, well, you're dead to me.

Granted my sister and I were rather rough and tumble with me usually kicking her ass, but that was years ago.

CCH who will from henceforth just be referred to fucking immature life-ruining bitch, or just filb, had me doubting my mental sanity because leading up to my peak annoyance and anger at her, I wanted bad things to happen to her. I wanted to trip her. I wanted her awful match.com boyfriend to get her pregnant. Or obviously state he was just using her for sex. Which he totally is fyi. I wanted her to suffer severe severe amounts of pain. These thoughts made me doubt my mental sanity.

Granted with the thus far unsuccessful job search coupled with awful awful work atmosphere, poverty and frustration over other personal situations it wasn't exactly the fucking rope that carried the Giant, Inogo Montoya, the Princess and funny little dude up the cliffs of insanity in Princess Bride. But still.

Brief background. filb was previously a friend. As I do, I would listen to filb's constant stupid problems as if they were all the end of the world. "Yes filb, I'm sorry that you're still unhappy with your 20% increase in pay at your annual review compared to my 2. Yes, you're going to make life-altering decisions. No, you're not slutty or desperate for looking up your married ex-boyfriend, who was married at the time even, to call him up and try and arrange a weekend of sex. Yes, I know. Totally shocking that he didn't meet you in Florida!!! What a scum! Never would have seen that coming! I know, that'll be awesome when you get the job and move to Oregon. That will solve ALL your problems. Wait, you're still here 3 months later because you can't commit to that kind of situation? Wow, I won't judge you at all for starting an affair at all with a married man. I mean we all have needs, right? Yes you're pretty. Yes, you're awesome! Yes, BBM doesn't pay you enough [nice raise though!], he's just generally cheap. I know. You're the greatest thing since sliced bread!" I mean that might generally be summarized version of our conversations. Or I should say how I respond to her talking, because she didn't ever really ask what was going on with me.

Anywho. So back in September our office building switched DataWatch card systems, and in order to get a new one we had to hand in our old one. Seems simple enough, right? Well she didn't have hers on the day the CFO was coming around and kept on 'forgetting.' Fast-forward to the beginning of February on a Friday afternoon. filb asks to borrow my card again, and it's kind of getting annoying as she's borrowing it every few days at this point and then sometimes forgetting to give it back to me. She's getting a ride home with my direct supervisor, who has turned into a serious dickhead, so I'm going to call him tiny dick. So i asked if she could ask tiny dick to borrow his and she's all, alright.

I listen to music going home and so never hear my cell phone. As soon as I get home, filb calls all flustered and annoyed saying little dick didn't give her his card because he too said he might be going in over the weekend, and she's sure both of us aren't going to go in and she's screwed because she needs to do work. Never offering that she's desperate enough to actually come pick it up, and she's got so much attitude I'm like, alright, see ya, whatevs. I see afterwards I had missed a call. Just to be fair to her side. I figure she'll be annoyed.

Come Monday, I realize she's ignoring me. Not talking to me at all. Even though we work together and our cubes are together. I thought she might do this as she's said it's one of her non-confrontational tactics. Because she's fucking five.

I was a little annoyed by this. It was when I found out she was bitching to another co-worker about me. And that I was really loud and constantly talking on the phone. I'm not. When I had my office I conducted more personal phone calls, but I keep them to a bare minimum now. So this makes me livid. Even more so when I realize she's been bitching about me to EVERYONE including little dick and the CFO because she constantly needs attention and reinforcement. This THIS is what makes me angry. Especially since little dick's attitude changes towards me in an aggressive manner. And it makes me look like a dick and doing things I'm not, and is unprofessional on so many levels that I can't even explain. That coupled with when I realized how stupid it was when we would walk down the hall and she wouldn't acknowledge me, but put her head down. Like, wow.

Maybe if you know, I had been spreading rumours about her. Kicked her puppy. Cut her. Something really awful. I just didn't lend her my card. And she was in turn putting my job in peril, and essentially making things extraordinarily more uncomfortable at work. Like when the dude who I used to have a crush on comes to talk to me about American Idol, I know, I ashamed of me, he'll always look over the cubicle thingy to see if she's there so we aren't being too loud. Another chick we work with, doesn't stop by to say hi anymore. What a fucking cow filb is. Can't stand her.

So yeah. At the end of last week and over the weekend things were awful. Because I do work in the hell of a cube, I constantly see her walk by, and I would think thoughts of tripping her, kicking her. you know, things that made me want to kill her. I think it kind of peaked on Sunday and I still dislike her, and I am never, ever, going to forgive her. But I am not physically shaking in anger and hatred. It feels good.

I still think, die filb, die. But no more fantasies. Phew.

I am angry that she made me doubt my mental sanity though.

Bitch.

ann coulter needs to die a slow death.

2007-03-03T01:14:00.000-05:00

Granted I've been seemingly releasing violent tendencies lately - not a good sign - and Ann Coulter always always always will say something completely ignorant and hateful, but it absolutely ridiculous that she gets away with it.

I was going to write about how much more I respect Arcade Fire for rebuffing Paul Haggis, but that will be a later time, because I am absolutely flummoxed at the spiteful words Ann Coulter passes as worthy of being listened to.

Why? Why? WHY!?? The woman breeds hate, and I think the only reason she is able to get away with it is that she's a somewhat attractive individual. Though she truly does seem to have an adam's apple. In the same way that I work with an older gay man, who is sweet but a tidge bonkers, who will say completely inappropriate shit for the workplace, but thinks he can get away with it because he's gay. Which is not okay. I think people see and listen to Ann and are all, "Oh it's just that pretty, slightly crazy lady. She's young and harmless." To which I say, don't fucking kid yourself.

I have no fucking words about her behavior today, or perhaps I should say officially yesterday.

Read about it here...(on a lighter side note, I love reading this site and visit on a regular basis - plus the blogger is super cute).

I truly wouldn't be surprised if she's the devil in a human form.

wow. blogger is too hip for me now.

2007-03-01T00:13:00.000-05:00

I feel like one of those stereotypical grannies, or you know, grandpas I guess, that everyone said were all, "I don't know what to do with this contraption. What do you do with it son? What in the world is this thing called internet? You what? Free porn?" There are so many functions available now with blogger that I don't even know what to do with myself. Label this post? Uh, Mr. Blogger, I think that would assume there is a rhyme or reason to this post. I mean. Hello. I don't fucking think so. Sweet jesus I've turned into a cranky 80-year old somehow.

Granted this could have to do with life circumstances.

One of my cube mates innocently asked me today if post-graduate life was all it was made out to be. "Uh, I don't think so." Unless you mean abyss of despair and frustration. No, it's not greener, happier, stress free pastures that you think it's going to be. Unless of course I had made the time to line up a job for right after graduation.

Ahhh, those days of being really excited about embarking on the job hunt where everything was possible, and yes siree it was going to be exciting looking for these job opportunities that I would finally, finally love.

Instead I now find myself in the pit of despair and dating my faux-vo and iPod. More so the faux-vo, though I in no way want to contemplate losing my iPod. I don't think I have the emotional capacity now right now to lose the pod.

What it wouldn't be nice to be that naive and energetic again. Granted that was only two months ago, but still. The sweet days of applying to jobs that I thought sounded interesting. I was going to the damn the man and NOT apply for jobs I thought would be selling out.

Yeah. Those days are gone.

What is most frustrating is that I think I have applied for every job out there, and it seems that my resume and cover letter is just going out there and...nothing. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. Even those soul-sucking jobs. It is as if my current employers have black balled me and I don't even know about.

I was excited today because I receive a response to a job I applied for - one I'm not even interested in, and that has only a little to do with communications - and the email response was essentially all, "We're in the early stages, and it's a group decision, and you'd actually be perfect for our communications team, but we don't have any open positions. Keep checking!" I was comforted by this platitude, because some lackey said they thought I'd be perfect for their communications team! This search is so soul-sucking, because I now think I'm only qualified for entry-level positions. Despite the fact that I would think almost 5 years of work, coupled with a Master's would be mid-level. Who. The. Fuck. Knows.

What is so terribly embarrassing is the more I escape to my TV from dealing with my sucky sucky SUCKY job, is that I watch even crappier, mindless television shows. Granted that shit is like rock candy normally - often totally fun and easy to enjoy, but you don't really gain anything from it in any way whatsoever. It's there, and a short period later it's not and there is no discernible difference. Unfortunately, these shows are now my staple diet. So that means I have sold my soul to shows like fucking "American Idol" and other shows I'm too embarassed to mentioncsimiamistillstandingtheclassgoldengirlsrebafrasierltheviewivingsingleI mean I really have no soul left. So the shows that I'm obsessed with and are totally worth my attention are just sitting in my tivo. I love love love "Friday Night Lights." The quality is up to par of a movie every week, but you need to pay attention. You need to become emotionally involved and that's just not happening after work right now. I'm terribly sorry. I know I'll make it back to you FNL!!! You deserve it! Another show I'm obsessed with, but is a little soapier and so I'm able to watch it in bursts is "Brothers & Sisters." I'm almost a little embarrassed to say it, especially since Calista Flockhart grates like no other; but as each episode ends I wish it wouldn't.

As I'm on the TV path, I guess it's time to announce something truly shocking. Brace yourself.

In order to cut down on the cable bill I canceled my Showtime subscription. This means I haven't watched any of the episodes of the L word this season, nor do I have any fucking idea of what is going on. I know.

I know!!

It's like it isn't even me. Though it is a little sad as I have heard that it is finally funnier again and there is less annoying Jenny Schechter and other annoying characters. Granted I'll believe that when I see it, but I can't, so I guess I never will. Too bad.

It is a whole new Karen. Albeit I'm not sure if it's necessarily an improved Karen. Just a different one. Hopefully not one that is phoning it in to life. I believe the verdict is still out.

We'll just have to wait...

two years too late to the party.

2006-09-17T00:35:00.000-04:00

I would just like to first off mention that September 29th is the new August 1st. I almost don't fucking care that the Fray lied to me and the video for "How to Save a Life" is nowhere to be found. The issue is dead to me because the season premiere's of my latest two obsessions "Degrassi: TNG [that's short for The Next Generation]" and "South of Nowhere" are premiering on September 29th. They keep on showing snippet's and I can't even fucking wait.

On Friday I stayed home, because I'm totally pre-aging my liver and I can't bounce back like I used to. I started watching the movie "Friday Night Lights" because I remembered when it first came out and was getting generally positive reviews. Plus Kyle Chandler, who I had a mini-crush on in high school, gets his own show this season on the movie. Or I should say a tv show based on a movie based on a book based on a true story. Mouthful.

While I was watching the movie though I kept on being brought out of the story because I kept on thinking how great the music being played was, and wondering if I knew who it was.

So of course I googled it up and found out I didn't know. Though all the music had been done by a group called Explosions in the Sky.

Of course I had to go to my reliable source to download some songs - including their own website.

They are totally my new crack. And I was a little ashamed that they have become pretty known since the movie came out in 2004. Shame on me. What kind of music snob am I?

Well, I'll be making up for it by listening rather exclusively to them over the next week or so I'm sure.

Something else to get me through the next semester.

Verizon already has my soul. And I have to admit that I'm kind of okay with that considering that once I finally fucking got my phone, and had to immediately go to a Verizon store and get another battery that I have been getting consistent coverage. Everywhere except for my bathroom, and no one wants to talk in there really.

Seriously though. Check out Explosions in the Sky. They're an awesome band.

i sold my soul to verizon.

2006-09-05T23:55:00.000-04:00

I have taken a huge leap into adulthood.

Wait for it. Slowly. Quietly. Okay, so the subject title is a dead give-away, but today I sold my soul to Verizon. I'm still not sure if this was the best thing to do, nor am I not sure that I won't be going through buyers remorse.

Until this point my mother has been paying my T-Mobile cell phone bill. Because the phone is in her name, and the bill gets sent to her. I know. Spoiled.

It was definitely one of those things where I was supposed to send her a monthly check - but seeing as I'm incapable of mailing jackshit, it rarely happened.

When I was visiting at the end of August, she got it into her head thinking about switching to Verizon. And earlier this summer when I had, like, a week of reception, I became spoiled. So then I'm of course thinking about how now, I'm going to have to start paying my own bill. So I looked up and found out that I have a staff discount, and then my mom of course started wavering.

I bit the bullet though and switched. In part because I really need reception, and it's time I become an adult, and because with this final, bloody crawl to the finish line of my grad school and job, I'm going to need constant contact and support from CBF. Waiting until 9 can sometimes be a pain in the ass. Especially when one of us passes the fuck out from fatigue sometimes at like 8.

I'm still not sure how I feel about this, or if I can even afford it, but I think it is for the best. Granted I wanted to switch to Cingular, but CBF just renewed his plan, and seriously, other than a few key people in my life, everyone and their fucking mother has Verizon. It's going to be totally weird trying to keep track of minutes!

seriously? that kind of day?

2006-08-02T12:07:00.000-04:00

Let me just start off with a disclaimer: This post is being written by a person who is having a kind of bad day already and is grumpy and there is probably going to be a profundity of swearing in the post. If you don't like it - fuck off.

I think The fucking Fray lied to me on their website. August first has come and gone, and I've wasted fucking hours looking for the video. I mean we're talking right around midnight on Monday (just in case it came out early), yesterday during the day, and finally past midnight tonight. Wait - let's not forget right now. The Fray are currently dead to me. What's even more fucking annoying is that I can't even find on their website anymore where they mentioned that it was going to be on Vh1 on the 1st. So now? The hate because I'm now being forced to question my own sanity - something that is never a good idea.

So fine, I guess a long awaited video not showing up isn't exactly the end of the world. But lack of sleep is making me grumpy. Along with the fact that I can't seem to wake up on time this week, constantly forcing me to get ready in a rush - and look like I've gotten ready in a rush. I'm just surprised CHC hasn't been all, "So it's humid out, huh?" concerning the hair. I also have a headache and then spilled boiling hot crappy free office coffee all over my hand and the floor. Cleaning that up is never fun.

See, and I was totally going to post about Killer's awesome return to an annual art show and the subsequent debauchery that included me in a levitating stripper cage as well as a stripper kissing me.

Fucking headache and stupid fucking Fray making it worse. I'm also assuming that since the area has been deemed hotter than Hades, that it may be exacerbating the bad mood.

Good news though: New Project Runway tonight!

it's amazing what sleep can do.

2006-07-27T10:34:00.000-04:00

I never really do get enough sleep. Mostly that has to do with grad school and then going out on the weekends and staying out until the wee hours of the morning. Or, you know, staying up until the wee hours of the morning watching shit on my FauxVo.

I've been particularly struggling these past few days. It might have to do with the fact that I didn't get much sleep in Atlanta, nor did I get very good sleep when I did sleep. You know how you never really feel rested with that alcohol sleep? You know, you wake up, still feel groggy. It doesn't help when both days you also have to wake up at like 10 in the morning after staying up well past midnight.

In class on Monday night my head was doing that inadvertent head bob thing. You know where you're sitting up and it just kind of snaps down a little? Yeah. That one. I was sitting there physically trying to keep my eyes open with my hands and my head would still do the snap bob. Unfortunately I didn't have anyone sitting in front of me either to sort of shield my behaviour. And because my professor was once a spy for the CIA I figure he's probably more observant than the normal professor. It took the dude sitting next to me to mention first being a missionary, and then elaborating and mentioning being a Mormon missionary. Really? Like, really? Where the hell did that come from? Could explain the very gauche white tube socks with black shoes and black slacks. Though that can't necessarily be forgiven.

Anywho, so I didn't really have the chance to catch up on sleep because of a paper due last night, either on Monday or Tuesday. So last night after class and watching a little TV I went to bed at 10:30. I mean it was totally bizarre. It did take a little while to fall asleep and then I was wide awake first at 2 in the morning and then 5 in the morning. And then I woke up before my alarm clock. But shit, I've finally got energy today.

I'm also the only peppy person in my cubicle space right now. I think I might be a touch annoying right now, but I'm just pumped that I've got energy. Hopefully I can actually achieve work work today!

i want to marry gavin newsom!

2006-07-18T00:41:00.000-04:00

Okay, so I mentioned this to a co-worker over lunch today and she was all, "Who?" and I was all, "Really? The Mayor of San Francisco!!"

Not only is Gavin Newsom available, (sorry about the divorce) but he's smokin' hot (okay, I'm a smidge ashamed I just used such an outdated and lame phrase), seemingly an awesome and laid-back person, the Mayor of one of the best cities in the world (and I'm not just saying that because I was born there), but he's also a Democrat who has done much for the LGBT rights movement and sticks to his guns.

In a recent interview with Rolling Stone magazine (I mean, really, what other magazine, right?) he spoke frankly about the gay marriage issue and most of the pussy-footing Democrats who refuse to stick by their beliefs for fear of their voting demographic.

As a taste of the interview:

Newsom had strong words for his fellow Democrats: Stop lying to the American people. Newsom claims, based on first hand knowledge, that the “vast majority” of congressional Dems favor gay marriage, but they lack the “moral courage” to say so.

The entire Q & A is here. It's a necessary read, and Gavin Newsom should be celebrated for his courage, and of course, let's not forget his hotness!

Seriously. I want to marry this man.

Oh, and just in case anyone is interested, my cheesy feel good song of the moment in an attempt to power me through my work is "Always" by Erasure.

august first can't come soon enough.

2006-07-17T22:39:00.000-04:00

So one of the coolest songs right now, despite the fact that everyone and their mother is using it in their TV show, though I do believe Grey's Anatomy was the coolest one to use it first, is The Fray's "How to Save a Life." It's a really good song, and was used really well in an awesome episode of "Scrubs" though calling it awesome is pretty much a given.

I digress though. I think we've, or really I've, discussed how sad and pathetic and a bitch I am to 'the N' network now. Anyway, you know you've reached low levels when you're listening to podcasts of two of the people who kind of run the website. Granted they sometimes talk to cast members of their shows (Hello! Interviews with Degrassi cast members! And I'm just waiting for them to talk to someone from South of Nowhere) but sometimes it's just the guy and girl talk media. What's nice though is that they are older and they make media references I know I get, but I'm sure it's lost on half the population.

The greatest thing EVER is that I heard in the podcast that two actors from "South of Nowhere" are going to be in the Fray's video for "How to Save a Life!" Most importantly, one of the two actors is Matt Cohen. Pretty much the hottest man on earth. I don't want to know that he's dumb as bricks, or potentially not that great of an actor, he's fucking beautiful.

So after I stop breathing for a few minutes I immediately search for the video. Unfortunately it's not coming out until August 1st.

Seriously? In this hot hot summer it's something to totally look forward to. Great song, hopefully hot video!

cheesy often means nostalgia.

2006-07-16T19:13:00.000-04:00

Wow, I'm actually posting again. Clearly this must mean I'm procrastinating! Though this time it has gone to extreme lengths as I've actually cleaned as well! Crazy crazy crazy!

Even crazier? I'm going to visit Mrs. B in a hotter more humid place for my summer vacation? Though in all fairness, with the impending heat wave about to linger for th upcoming week, it'll probably be less humid and cooler. Who'da thought that, huh?

So as I should currently be writing two articles for my internship and reading for class tomorrow night and starting a rough draft of my paper for this class because I will be out of town next weekend, I've naturally become sucked into the vortex that is Vh1's "I love the ___" In this case it's the 70s take 2. I don't know why I can NEVER fucking stop watching them. Clearly it has a lot to do with some of the funnier people like Michael Ian Black and Rachel Harris. Interestingly enough there was a total slut that I went to college with that shared her name, but I digress. Then of course there is the inclusion of Genevieve Gorder in this one, and if I were to have a girl crush on anyone it would be her. She seems like she'd be the coolest person to hang out with and I love the rooms she designed on Trading Spaces. I mean, is that show even still on?

Okay, fine. It is. And the only reason I know that is because I watched an episode last night in my procrastination. So instead of going out and supporting the fucking awesome Lauren Hoffman at a local bar, you know, instead of travelling like 300 miles round trip in one night to do so, I stay at home under the pretense of studying. Or reading. Or writing. Clearly watch TV instead and download a bunch of songs.

My most favourite one right now? Foreigner's "I Want to Know What Love is." I can't even describe how much I love this song, and I know 50% stems from the nostalgia factors. My dad would pretty much listen to those easy listening stations in the Bay Area when I was a kid, and you could not listen to the radio for five minutes without listening to this song. Ergo, fucking love this song. Yes, it's totally cheesy, but I love it. Plus, it totally busts out in the end. I mean if you're in your car by yourself, you are totally lying if you don't totally sing along in the end.

Saddest part of this story? The reason I was reminded of this song was because a 'funny' promo for the upcoming season for "Flava of Love" used it. Stupid commercial, despite the inronic attempt, but great song.

I'm hoping to seriously get started on something, anything, before the sun sets. I'm such a fucking procrastinator.

because killer had more luck with hers.

2006-06-27T23:06:00.000-04:00

Seriously. I feel like I can do this for hours - and it's always fun to see what other people have for music as well. And granted I am a tidge jealous that Killer's turned out better her second time around.

So let's do this!

Opening Credits: Make Someone Happy by Jimmy Durante

Waking Up: Undertow by Ivy (Seriously?! Come on!)

Average Day: Faith I Do Believe by Rusted Root (Clearly my iTunes loves Rusted Root - I wish I did as much as it did!)

First Date: No Alternative by DJ Sinister (maybe if I was still a raver...)

Falling in Love: It's a Sin by The Pet Shop Boys (Okay - kind of funny - plus total 80s synth beat I can never deny)

Fight Scene: Short Circuit by Daft Punk (like the song - especially when it breaks down halfway through - but only if we were robot fighting would this work!)

Breaking Up: The Way That You Love Me by Paula Abdul

Getting Back Together: Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve

Secret Love: You Don't Like Me Anyway by Joe Purdy [this is slowly getting better]

Life's Okay: C-C (You Set The Fire in Me) by Tom Vek

Mental Breakdown: Hands Up by Black Eyed Peas

Driving: Sweet Music by Kylie Minogue

Deep Thought: Don't Be Cruel by Elvis Presley

Flashback: Tropics of Love by Black Heart Procession

Partying: Freed From Desire by Gala (YES!!!!)

Happy Dance: Leave by JoJo (I'm mortified)

Regretting: All I Want is You by U2

Long Night Alone: Everything is Everything by Phoenix

Death Scene: Black, White, Tan by Nicole C. Mullen (heh)

Clearly totally doing this again tomorrow - perhaps twice!

Now the conundrum is whether to kitty sit for a friend who lives in the boonies. It's like, I'm a fucking loser because all my plans fell through for this weekend and I could always do with more money - but I don't know if I want to be a stranded loser. It'd be nice to think I could always do something if I wanted - even if all of my friends are out of town. Quite the conundrum...

let's do this at work.

2006-06-27T12:18:00.000-04:00

See how it changes up with my iTunes at work...

Opening Credits: Looking Out For Number One by Unknown

Waking Up: Turn Off/Turn On by Mascott

Average Day: Hello, I Love You by The Cure

First Date: Fantasy by Black Box

Falling in Love: Which Will by Nick Drake

Fight Scene: Rising Falling Rising by SJD

Breaking Up: When the Roses Bloom Again by Laura Cantrell

Getting Back Together: Say Hello Wave Goodbye by David Gray

Secret Love: Crazy Train by The Waifs

Life's Okay: 1 in the Morning by The Waifs

Mental Breakdown: St. Augustine's Road by Mt. Egypt

Driving: We Looked Like Giants by Death Cab for Cutie (Awesome song that fits finally!)

Deep Thought: Back at One by Brian McKnight

Flashback: Gold Lion (Nick Zimmer Remix) by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Partying: 2 Times by Ann Lee

Happy Dance: Scorchio (Full Length Version) by Sasha & Emerson

Regretting: Stay Where You Are by Ambulance Ltd

Long Night Alone: Theme for a Wordless Moment by Blamstrain

Death Scene: On and On by Co Co Beaux

So...not much better. I'm totally addicted to this!

your ex-lover is dead.

2006-06-27T02:16:00.000-04:00

So...you know how sometimes you'll discover a song that you're obsessed with, and you're all, 'shit son, I've got to download that song for 99 cents!' and then you realize you actually have the song and it's like the coolest thing - especially when you got the download off of one of the sites you read daily? Yeah, it's like finding a five dollar bill.

Watching the Degrassi finale I was like, this is a great song, and I finally got around to looking up what song it was - and realized that it was a song I had that I kept on skipping on my iPod because I was unfamiliar with the song and usually in the morning, the most important time I'm listening to my iPod I need something to pump me up. It was even a song I kept on saying to myself I should delete, I mean "my ex-lover's dead," really? Really?

Turns out I'm like obsessed with the song now and I'm annoyed that my cursory searches haven't found me a band website run by the the band (Stars). Seems the word is just a tidge too common - and granted I haven't put that much effort into it yet, but I want it to be like one of the top five when I put 'Stars' into google. I digress though. Despite the fact it's an awesome fucking song - so now I have to think about buying the album. And figuring out still where and when I downloaded the song.

It's time to take two with that awesome fun little game though!

Especially because it's the best procrastination and my final paper is due on Friday. I know, already!

Opening Credits: Big Pimpin'/Papercut by Jay-Z and Linkin Park

Waking Up: I Only Have Eyes for You by Billie Holliday

Average Day: Miss World by Flunk

First Date: Your Body is My Body by Ellien Allen

Falling in Love: Radio by Robbie Williams

Fight Scene: (Such An) Easy Question by Elvis Presley

Breaking Up: Breaking the Girl by The Red Hot Chili Peppers

Getting Back Together: Moonlight Shadow by Dj Mystik

Secret Love: The Concept by The Cranberries

Life's Okay: Blood on Our Hands (Justice Remix) by Death from Above 1979

Mental Breakdown: Mid-March Blues by Kate Maki

Driving: Falling by Jamiroquai

Deept Thought: Stick to the Status Quo by The High School Musical Cast

Flashback: Tides (Carl Craig Remix) by Beanfield featuring Bajka

Partying: Go to Hell, Miss Rydell by Pelle Carlberg

Happy Dance: Scorchio (Edit) by Sasha & Emerson

Regretting: Waiting on an Angel by Ben Harper

Long Night Alone: Just What I Needed by Damone

Death Scene: King of My Castle by Wamdue Project

Dude. I'm so going to have to do this every day until I get like 50% right.

something silly.

2006-06-24T18:03:00.000-04:00

Now, I rarely if ever do this type of shit - but this one has to do with music and I started just doing it, and it was kind of fun so I decided to do it and I'm essentially cribbing it from another website, but I figure it's all good. Especially since no one really reads this blog - but that starts to get into ethics and blah dee fucking blah I've already spent a whole day talking about them for class and I'm just pumped to be out.

So! Here are the instructions: Open your choice of music player [iTunes, Limewire, Kazaa, Windows Media Player etc] and put it on shuffle. Press play. For every question type the song that’s on. And when you go to a new question press the next button. DONT CHEAT or it won’t be fun.

Opening Credits: One Evening by Feist.

Waking Up: Fill Me With Your Light by Clem Snide.

Average Day: Dead Souls by Nine Inch Nails.

First Date: Getting Hit on at the Bank by The Briefs (okay - that's kind of funny).

Falling in Love: Be My Angel by Mazzy Star

Fight Scene: Cruel Sun by Rusted Root (sucky! fight song).

Breaking Up: Drinking in L.A. by Bran Van 3000.

Getting Back Together: Believe by Voodoo Warriors of Love (um...the name of the band is much more fitting than the actual song).

Secret Love: Don't Panic by Coldplay (Love this song though - I believe it's been played over 600 times on my iTunes player at work).

Life's Okay: How to Save a Life by The Fray (good song! and somewhat fitting!).

Mental Breakdown: Breakaway by Kelly Clarckson (ha!).

Driving: Photobooth by Death Cab for Cutie (this is becoming less fun as this goes on...I want better songs coming up).

Deep Thought: Sweet Jane by The Velvet Underground.

Flashback: Swing My Way (Remix) by K.P. & Envyi

Partying: All I Need (Radio Edit) by Morgan Page

Happy Dance: Take Me Tonight by Alexander (yeah. That's the first winner of Germany's version of American Idol, or I should say Pop Idol since the Brits were first).

Regretting: Let's Get it On by Marvin Gaye

Long Night Alone: Everything I Said by The Cranberries

Death Scene: Who Needs Sleep by The Barenaked Ladies (okay that's pretty awesome).

I'm so doing this again tomorrow.

Oh - Germany fucking won today! WoooooooooooT!!!!

TooooooooRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!

deep dark confession time.

2006-06-23T23:05:00.000-04:00

I have become totally, inappropriately obsessed with another show.

I'm not sure if it's because it's summer time and all my favourite shows are on repeat or just not fucking on right now.

Or if it's because repeats of the show - that I have yet to see - are on repeat, like, all. the. time.

Or, perhaps that I'm another network's bitch. Goodbye Showtime! Hello The n.

I'm a little ashamed. Scratch that, I'm a little embarassed. I mean it is a channel targeted at teens, but I actually don't give a fuck right now. It's home to like my favourite shows right now. South of Nowhere? Check! Summerland repeats? Check! (Though I do have to say that I don't enjoy re-watching them as much as I thought. I'm not even fauxvo-ing them). Most importantly right now? Degrassi: The Next Generation? Check! Check! Check!

I don't even know how it happened. I know I started watching The n for South of Nowhere (hottest guy on TV hands down - plus fun storyline. You can't go wrong), and then there were these other guilty pleasures, and it was a small Degrassi episode here when you're hung over and using the remote from the bed and don't have the energy to angle the remote just right - hello studio life! - and another procrastinating episode there, and a cute gay boy character and BAM! I'm sucked right in.

I mean obsessed. Oh and don't forget to add in the peppiest theme song like ever! and you have the greatest guilty pleasure fo the summer. I mean I fucking heart Canadians right now. Thank you for providing me with this entertainmnet.

Granted, with my job job, school work, internship I don't necessarily have the time - but I'm LOVING it! This might have to do with the fact that I don't have the time to be watching it, so it's a little like stealing out of the cookie jar - but seriously? A high school show that deals with among other things: abortion, gay bashing, awful hair cuts and fashions, school shootings, bullying, eating disorders, inter-affairs, mental disorders, cutting...you can imagine it's pretty fucking awesome. Thanks Canucks!

Loving a high school show this much is really my deep dark secret for the summer. It's fucking good stuff though. As Killer said, "Good thing you can't download this on iTunes!"

Damn straight. I'm poor enough as it is. It is next Friday yet?

couldn't resist!

2006-06-09T14:33:00.000-04:00

This is for Stretch!

And I think the funniest line is the mention that sales went down from 2004 to 2005. It's like Stretch left town and suddenly their sales dropped!

tor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-06-09T14:11:00.000-04:00

Germany has won the first match against Costa Rica 4 to 2!!!!

It's killing me that I can't watch the games! Luckily I was able to watch part of the first half when I happened upon a game playing in one of the buildings where I had to drop off a form.

Thank goodness it went to half time otherwise I think I might have stayed until the end of the game. Which? Wouldn't look so good at the job!

I fucking LOVE this time of the year. It gets so exciting!

I did a little victory loop around the office with fists raised!

It also kills me, sitting and looking at the page, waiting for the update!

People. It doesn't get better than this!

the final countdown!!!

2006-06-06T23:10:00.000-04:00

It's that time again. What time is that you ask? Now a good guess would be to assume something about school work - but more importanly you'd be wrong.

It's that fucking amazing time again - World Cup Time Bitches!!!!

It's only a few days away and I can't even stand it!

It does make me sad though that there are so few here that are excited about it. Growing up time would stop during the World Cup. Your social life would revolve around the World Cup. Everyone would meet up downtown to watch the games together - or even with your family members and really was the only thing worth talking about.

The sheer energy was what made it so much more fun - and I still miss it to this day - just not the same here. Though it's been pretty cool meeting at least two other people recently that are really into it.

Only a few days away - and it makes me terribly sad that I won't be in Germany for any of games, much less attending the games, but at least I have my team Germany shirt that will be getting lots of use during the two weeks. People will be all, um, you're kind of rocking that shirt too much!

On a side note, how fucking cute is the Brangelina baby. Teeny tiny adorable. Good on you! No one has seen Suri yet - does she really exist?

imdb pro gives me bad ideas.

2006-05-08T00:06:00.000-04:00

Clearly in my obsession for all things entertainment, I will hit imdb at least once a day. I mean, ever since high school it's been one of my favourite sites, and I think that you say when it becomes both a verb and noun in everyone's vocabulary and a tool to solve childish debates between friends: "No way. I'm going to totally imdb that shit!" Then you can safely say that it's an awesome place.

Of course there isn't just imdb but IMDB Pro. A paid monthly or annual site where you can find out the extra stuff - such as stars and pretty much everyone's contact information. Clearly not like their home address but their publicist's, talent managers...pretty much anyone surrounding them as a buffer. Clearly us civilians really have no need to be paying for that information. I mean, really.

Except for an assignment I had for a class this semester where I had to do tons of calling to these people to try and secure an interview or a quote. You get a free two week period that I've clearly passed now, and I 'm not even quite sure how to quit the service.

With the extra time on my hands, scratch that, replace with my procrastination time, idle time, time I spend on imdb I start to wonder specifically which publicist might be Reese Witherspoon's or more specifically my celebrity obsession at the moment: Matt Cohen. I mean we're talking past words how fucking hot he is. Not necessarily the best actor, but it's hard to tell with some of the lines he's given, but then I saw him as a small role on The OC and it actually might be him. Any-way. I digress.

I was curious about who his contact agents were and I saw that it was a smaller firm (quelle fucking suprise on that one), and it gave me ideas. Spedifically that I could totally call his agent to request an interview for a bogus paper for this class. Not good.

IMDB pro is defiitely not giving me any good ideas.

Most importantly: not helping me get my work done.

check that off my list!

2006-05-05T00:09:00.000-04:00

Just in case the puppy pictures were beguiling and making you think this blog has changed to a family friendly (I kind of hate those two words together) little place with no debauchery. You would be wrong. I mean, this is still the place where I've pretty much written an ode to strippers.

I know, I know. On with the debauchery.

So, one of the last times I hung out with Killer & Drummer, Drummer mentioned how she had been at the most recent Drag King show and blah dee fucking blah. I realized I hadn't been to a King show in a really fucking long time. Mostly because they're at an inopportune time (Wednesday nights? Really? Really?) and you know, finding willing participants. No one wants to go to a King show by themselves, and the fact that they only occur monthly at this particular location. I mean an event that never starts punctually, so it really starts closer to 11 and in the middle of the fucking week? As a grad student this pretty much means the event is out during the semester. Luckily it's the end of the semester.

Clearly this would normally mean it would have been out of the fucking question you fucking jackhole! but luckily I've dug my head in the sand and think that with one assignment left, and due on Tuesday that all is good. Especially when my professor, who at the beginning of the semester said he was 'fucking petty' (twice. And whilst looking directly at me essentially both times. Winning this man over, to ambivalence, was a feat of itself. I mean, really, you complain about the reading you need to do for your introductory class in front of the professor because you don't know he's the professor because they've had to hire outside the department, and suddenly you're the bad student. Reading. For. The. Introductory. Class. In five words explains my outrage.) was just like, make edits to the rough versions you've done and staple it. Yeah. Thanks for that motivational speech bub. Since I've finished the work for my other class I've essentially been gliding since that final. Fuck. Me. Well, that might be a poor choice of words. But. That'd be jumping ahead.

So in my extreme procrastination point last week, I was all, 'Hey. I bet there is a King show coming up soon.' (Okay, I knew there was one. I mean they're on the first Wednesday of each month. Kind of hard to miss that. But we're talking procrastination tactics and I need to even try and convince myself.) So, long story short(er), I mention the big ole fundraising theme and kind of convince them to go. Despite my not officially being done. But then? Who knew I'd be feeling like death warmed over the next day. Or at least, that wasn't in the plan.

Fast-forward a week later and we're meeting up to go the event. This includes some drinking of course, and so we go to the bar where when you order a rail alcohol drink it's essentially a cup of liquor and a teeny tiny soda bottle on the side. Fucking, love. it. Love even more? Our waiter. Who was fucking adorable and only charged me for two drinks, in lieu of four, and Drummer, one instead of two. Officially: Awesome!

So of course I'm banking on my bankable and having the bourbon. I love the bourbon and the bourbon loves me. Due to of course, drama, because really? Somehow it tends to follow Killer, especially when Killer and Drummer are together, because it's the cheap date that never leaves them, but we get to the event a little bit late. And I am totally cruising a big happy bourbon buzz. It's fucking magic, telling you, magic!!

So, we enter the event and I am all smiles and when I'm waiting for Killer and Drummer to pass through security I am looking in to the event and notice a cute girl kind of checking me out and smiling at me, so of course I smile back. And I think I should take this moment to digress and say that ever since the L word (dead to me. Fuck you Fucking Ilene Chaiken), first season of course, I've kind of wanted to have a hot chick hit on me. It's a thing. Anywho.

So the show is in full swing and per usual, it's pretty fucking fun. The crowd is always really into it and though some performers are not as good as others, because some are fucking outstanding, it's fun to watch and watch the crowd interact with the performer. Plus? Who doesn't love giving the dollar bills? I think that I might have a problem with that, because love giving the dollars to performers. Anyway. So we get there and I see some people from my internship last summer and it's one of those, do you not say hi or do you? type of things, where the answer essentially is, you do. So I'm chit-chatting, catching up, fun times. So I'm standing in one part watching and I see the girl I noticed before sidle up next to me. By herself. Then I notice from the periphery of my vision that she keeps on looking at met. And then? This really might be awesome-est part of the story. Plus, the memory is still clear.

So, (and this totally deserves a new paragraph) she has her hair in this cute ponytail, and she reaches back and takes her hair tie out and does this hair shake. You know that one they show in the hair pimpomercials on TV? I was all, woah, and kind of got nervous and walked away. But totally check that hot girl flirting with me off the list. Oh, and the next time I saw her? She totally had her hair up again. And when she would pass me by she was all 'hey' with smile. So, clearly the next time in order for a total check off my list I'm going to have to have the gumption to engage in flirty conversation.

So...the show ends and like, people must get a memo because I noticed the last time as well that right when the show was ending tons more people, read: gay boys and straight boys and girls, stream into the club. This is also I believe the point where I first officially lose Killer and Drummer, where I wander. And interestingly enough, I do kind of wander but am still having a good time because people were like the friendliest people ever! Like a very, 'dance with me' kind of vibe.

And this is where the night turns awesome, is that usually with that much liquor in me, and fun music playing, I am all about the dancing and I was a dancing fool. Fool! I tell you. Plus? I love me so cute gay boys, and they're always the best dancers too! Killer said that at one point she and Drummer looked over at me and I was surrounded by gay boys and they were all, 'yeah. Karen's in heaven.' Check check!

I do have to admit that this is the point where things get a tidge fuzzy-ish. You know, where it's like moments, rather than an entire knowledge of where everything fits into a sequential timeline? And you're remembering more details the next day as it progresses? I continued drinking at the club and I partly blame that on Killer and Drummer, because what do you do when you don't have anyone to talk to? Drink!

Anyway, I remember a conversation with Drummer's friend (who is a King) and I have no idea how we started conversing...I believe it entailed her calling me over as she saw me wandering looking for the two (notice the theme people) and me, in my exuberance (because what's that other thing you do with the drinking? Like make everything the most extreme version of something. Like, I like me some puppies. Well, okay, I fucking love puppies, but in the drunk version, it's all puppies are the greatest thing to happen to humankind. Puppies are awesome! Puppies cure diseases! Anyway, I decide for some reason to confess (I must be feeling Madonna's new album) that I was the person behind Drummer asking her if this other girl had a girlfriend or not last summer. Confusing, right? So, my semi girl-crush on this girl (and really? It was more like I wanted to woo her. Kind of fucked up. But in a funny way. Last summer was a tidge slower than I was used to. So, this little crush turns into me saying I'm obessed with her. The crush, not the King I was talking to. Due to the fact that it's a fundraiser it's a give a dollar get a kiss from a King and this other King stops by and I give her a dollar, but am all, uh yeah no, I'm good. And so the Drummer King, not the cup King, was then all, 'Wait. But you're not gay, right?' I was like, well...no. Kind of kills the story and kind of made her look at me quizzically. Sweet!

And I also do a pretty good job of kind of proving that point when I somehow start talking to 'Jared' (because I didn't ever get his name or I totally forgot) and I believe some friends. There might have been dancing with him. I like to stress the might part, because at the end of the night, fuzzier.

And because we're all rockstars. On a Fucking. Wednesday. Night. We close the club down and we all mill out, and I'm still with Jared. And this is where I become a slore. We just start like making out on the street. I do have to say that I was good enough to actually not go off with him to his apartment. Though he tried really really hard. I swear Jared was about ready to club me over the head and drag me off - though he literally almost did try dragging. Granted, mixed signals of yeah, I have to stay with my friends, but let's just molest each other on the street in public!

After I rejoin Killer and Drummer and King and the actual Drama Bringer we take our walk back to the car that included a recap of the evening's events. laughter, and kind of made Killer think it was like one of those 80s movies. You know where you're all like walking in the street and there's been drama, there's been fun, it's ENTERTAINMENT people! And nobody got pregnant either! Score! Or check check check!

Perhaps the most shocking thing should really be that I found a at least somewhat straight guy to make-out with at a gay club. This no actual knowing of names but 'let's make out in public' thing might just be my new schtick.

I should totally work it out this summer.

cutest. puppy. ever. take 2!

2006-04-27T20:29:00.000-04:00

So, because I'm in such a good mood because I feel like it's the end of the semester. Despite the fact that I still have one big project left - I decided to bring on some more cuteness.

Also, because, you know, Dakota really is the cutest puppy ever.

So I convinced my mom to send some more pictures. Granted the one with the cat doesn't represent the cuteness, but it does show how tiny he is.

So I'll bring the cuteness and then go to sleep. I can't even wait! Sleep! SLEEP!!!

a new view.

2006-04-27T14:09:00.000-04:00

I clearly have to credit Killer with making photography and other art more interesting for me. Or, you know, piquing my interest in it past, say - Annie Liebovitz - or Ansel Adams. Not to say I don't enjoy their work. It's just. Easy. If that makes sense.

Which, did you know Annie and Susan Sontag were lovers until Susan died? Who knew? The things you find out. It kind of makes Annie seem cooler. I digress.

When I was a kid I really liked art, and I especially liked to draw. Markers, watercolor, pencil, charcoal, oil paint - didn't really matter. But, as I got older (read: started drinking, smoking, and hanging out with friends in the latter years of high school) I was more interested in hanging out and I essentially thought my stuff wasn't that great. And? It wasn't. But I still loved it.

I have to admit though that I wasn't that drawn to photography as art. Or at least I didn't really think about it - and I wasn't exposed to it as thus very much.

Killer - with her preference for the photography - really opened my eyes to thinking more about photography and now I am totally digging photography and she's even teaching me to be a snob about it too.

Though...I do have to say that I still like a lot of the more mainstream stuff than she ever would.

Okay, long post short. I discovered this photography blog - I'd say around the time I was still reading every -ist created. Man, those were good times. Anyway, this guy is a photographer in the UK and I fucking love his photos. I save them for work screensaver. Sometimes you're like, really? That's a photograph? And I have no idea how he takes some of them, but I think one of the reasons I love them so much is because of the coloring. Either very vivid or blue-ish. Anyway, it's nothing shocking or earth-shattering but I love going.

Plus? I think anything that can provide a new viewpoint of something seen everyday can be enjoyable. So this was procrastination tool for the day. I guess I really should try and finish my paper for class tonight.

one down...

2006-04-26T22:19:00.000-04:00

And. Well. Lots to go.

I can't even believe that I still have to try and do reading tonight and write another paper.

Fuuucckkk....

I can't believe my professor kept us the full time tonight when our 'finals' were due AND didn't even give us a break!!! I was fried and was essentially like, you've really got to be fucking kidding me.

Though I am more excited for Friday now, since we'll be doing a bit of a belated birthday celebration for Killer since half the team was out of town on her birthday.

Yay, fun for Killer's birthday!!

crawling to the bloody finish line.

2006-04-25T19:28:00.000-04:00

I don't know why this semester has seemed both particularly rough and busy as well as flying by rather quickly. Like, I can't believe that I'm already crawling to the end of the fucking finish line.

Like, serious hands and knees and bloody stumps crawling, but still another semester under the belt. Though I guess the official end is still off and this fucking ridiculously time consuming journalism course is throwing me off because my final is due tomorrow.

Just in case you're wondering. Ugly has set up in my apartment and isn't planning on leaving for quite some time.

So of course that means it's time for me to procrastinate blog.

I guess it's turning into a ritual.

All I can think about though - and I know it's because I'm totally fucking stressed out - is the end of next month in NYC and seeing Shortie's play and seeing CBF and celebrating and having an awesome time.

Of course I'm not thinking about the fact that I'll have started summer classes by then, plus my internship, and of course work. Clearly Ugly will be fucking me all summer long.

Crap.

cutest. puppy. ever.

2006-04-22T15:34:00.000-04:00

So in mid-fall last year, my favourite dog, the best dog ever, Cody, was really old and sick and my mom had to put him down. It was a very rough time for me, as he had been my friend through many a hard things and when I still think about him too much I'll get teary, BUT he was an awesome welsh corgis.

Because of Cody's awesome personality and just because how cute they are, Welsh Corgis are the greatest. I totally want to have one when I'm more of a grown-up.

Unfortunately about two weeks ago my mom's other dog had to be put down as well. Clearly, this post doesn't seem to be the happiest one. But please refrain from slitting the wrists quite yet.

So my mom by luck found this lady with Welsh Corgi puppies (yes, the Queen's dogs) and so she found one with the greatest personality.

And I would like to introduce you to Dakota. The newest member of the family and someone I can't wait to meet!

new obsessions are expensive.

2006-04-19T23:53:00.000-04:00

iTunes is essentially the work of the devil. Especially when they seem to expand upon their library introducing awesome music that you had searched for before, but then couldn't find. Especially when you can't find them on Amazon or on half.com for cheaper than 20 bucks because they're an import CD.

Plus? They totally know what they're doing with their whole just click 'buy' and don't you worry about actually adding in your credit card information so you can change your mind.

Killing me. Financially, of course. Because in reality? I totally fucking love the expanding library they have that isn't just whatever 'Joe I'm Playing it On the Radio and VH1 and it's going to be a hit dammit' is pimping for the week. I especially love it when their free songs of the week are music I've been thinking about getting, or an artist I love.

I digress. This morning on the way to work my iPod tripped upon a song I hadn't heard in a few months, reminding me how much I did indeed love the song. Like, listening to it on repeat, but I couldn't find the album on iTunes or on Amazon, and I didn't love it enough to purchase from one of the Amazon stores abroad. So I decided to check again today and they don't have the newest album by the group, or the the entire one, so you have to buy per song, but now I want to buy the album.

In a fucking fierce kind of way.

Must. Hold. Back. Especially since I haven't checked my bank account because of fear lately.

New obsessions can sometimes be painful.

betty sucks!

2006-04-12T00:31:00.000-04:00

So after a rumour about there being a Betty Sucks! t-shirt, Killer and I decided this could very well actually be a possibility. Especially during one bourbon session where I described exactly what I was envisioning.

So this is partly what we were envisioning, but I think it'd fucking rock on a t-shirt. But likeness blah blah whatever isn't allowed at Cafe Press.

This would be the best t-shirt ever though. Maybe a sticker?

i feel like fucking paris hilton!

2006-04-10T23:31:00.000-04:00

I'm currently house slash dog sitting. I think dog would be a strong word for this animal. It's like the tiniest little poodle ever.

The tiniest little poodle that could bark.

Seriously, I know small dogs are yappy but this is pretty fucking ridiculous. I arrived at the house today all ready to take a power nap and could barely get any rest because she kept on barking. I kept on trying to call out to her or get her to lie with me or you know, anything to keep her quiet. I mean I started to worry about the neighbours.

So now, the only way that I can keep her quiet is to have her physically sitting at my lap. So I'm sitting here with a tiny dog in my lap while I type at my computer. I mean I do realize I'm doing this as well because the constant barking now that it's dark is freaking me out.

Could a person buy some more curtains? Seriously. Big house and lots of windows do not make a person feel safe. Especially with a constantly yapping dog making me peek past the front door every two minutes.

Who knew accessory dogs were so high maintenace? I love dogs, and my absolute favourite dog I've had so far was a smaller dog, but this almost doesn't count as a dog. My cats have been heavier than this dog.

My cat could kick this dogs ass, so I'm not exactly thrilled with the barking and freaking out because this dog offers no extra protection. It would like, lick the burgar after barking at him.

And here I am trying to get work done. Oh well.

lauren. lauren. lauren.

2006-04-05T01:57:00.000-04:00

Lauren Hoffman seemingly inexplicably will just cause me to constantly geek out.

Her current free song available from her website is a cover version of Helena and it's pretty awesome. I've been chomping at the bit for her to announce her US tour dates so I can go see her wherever she may be performing. I think she must be amazing live.

Granted, geeking out on my part lately doesn't seem to be that big of a deal. I was telling Killer over the phone tonight - due to a very convulted commonly knowing somone - and how this person provided me with The X-Files in high school. A fact I was very thankful for. I tried telling Killer how geeked out I really was and she was all, "uh. Yeah, you fucking loser. I was scared shitless of that version of you. Don't tell me more you weird weird person.' The last bit when I was trying to tell her how obsessed with the show I was. Didn't want to hear it.

Looking back on it - I'm glad there probably isn't much photographic evidence. I mean, we're not talking like flashlights, bad hair, and alien solving kits - but closer to posters of hottie David Duchovny (along with at the time smokin' Gillian Anderson, which on an even further tangent, I recently heard a bigwig type say that she was the worst interview experience they had had in their career...sad! And, seriously? Ruins an image you have of a beloved persona. Digression!) and I'm not going to overshare, but I'm sure there are people out there with dolls!

Anyway, you should listen to Lauren Hoffman do My Chemical Romance better than My Chemical Romance. And even download it for free. Even though Killer seems to be totally clueless and was ranting about how it should be free and downloadable blah, blah blah. I think this is my way of getting back at her for her lack of geek sympathy - but she's still helping to save my ass, so she rocks.

woah.

2006-03-30T03:02:00.000-05:00

And I don't mean that in Joey from Blossom way.

How in the hell is it 3 in the morning and I haven't started my paper yet?

Fuck me hard.

Thank goodness I'm taking Friday off.

Rough week.

cover me cobra

2006-03-27T20:22:00.000-05:00

It's still too early to talk about the suckitude that the L word has become. I need to organize my rant, and currently I'm just tidge, scratch that, totally fucked. Again, I think I have a very strong genetic disposition for self-destruction. I mean, who needs enemies with just my own damnable behaviour?

I digress.

I'm a bitch for the 80s - mostly the good old music. I love it. Big hair bands. Ballads. Iconic songs with my favourite Brat Pack. Fucking love it all. I have to say I'm especially a sucker for those 80s love songs that were so fucking brilliant.

I believe I might hold them in higher regard due to the nostalgia attached to them, but again, I digress.

Last night, when I was supposed to be doing my work - catching up, or you know actually just fucking getting to it - I decided to play catch-up with The OC. Here's another show that was brilliant in it's first season and since then has never had the same glory. BUT! I do have to say that they are out of their second season slump - there have been some rather enjoyable episodes this season, more so than last - and most importantly Josh Schwartz gives a fuck what his audience wants. He's seemingly trying to give people a good storyline that they will enjoy. He's not giving them the big old bird all season because he can. Fuck you Ilene. I guess I had to get that out.

A big props for The OC is that, as I've mentioned before, their music is solid. So in an episode from two weeks ago they had a Foreigner cover band, that was supposed to be a Journey cover band, all of which doesn't matter except for the fact that they had a band covering "Waiting for a Girl Like You." A song I did indeed love in the day, and the cover is brilliant.

I believe this is the second cover I've posted. Fine, I know this is the second cover I've posted. Granted it's not too different, but I loved it enough that I bought it last night from iTunes and have been listening to it ever since. Kind of makes me feel better as I feel like I'm pissing my future down the drain by not doing the work I should.

Anyway, you can buy the song here. Enjoy!

would be the best t-shirt ever!

2006-03-23T02:33:00.000-05:00

There was a rumour that one site had t-shirts declaring "Betty Sucks." Unfortunately? Just a rumour.

Seriously though. They're like worse than your long-lost relatives that just won't leave you alone. They're like vermin in New York - they just won't fucking go away and they won't fucking die.

I primarily blame Elizabeth Ziff...who I guess is like one of the faces for fucking Gibson guitars.

Seriously? Seriously?

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

geeking out about lauren hoffman.

2006-03-21T19:39:00.000-05:00

The CD I ordered arrived promptly from CD Baby, a site I can now fully recommend, plus? When they send you a confirmation email it's pretty fucking hilarious. I digress.

The problem that I have with buying CDs for the most part is that unless it's a compilation CD I'm often somewhat blah about quite a few of the songs. And then I'm all, "really, I just really paid X amount of dollars for this CD?" The reason why I tend to buy singles off of iTunes or try and buy the CDs used at half.com.

The Lauren Hoffman CD is so much better than just my obsession with Broken. Don't get me wrong, I still fucking love that song and can listen to it on repeat, but the rest of her CD is awesome as well. The span of genres that she straddles with her different songs astound me. I mean I'm fucking geeking out about her right now. It amazes me that she isn't signed yet in the US. I mean, even by Sub Pop or something?

Anyway, I love her voice, I love her different styles in songs, I love the instruments in her music. I mean, I'm even contemplating sending her a fan email - something I have held off of for years. Plus the fact that she's unsigned and likely to actually read the email makes me want to kind of do it. I mean, because, like some other up and coming indie band like Death Cab really needs another fan letter. Especially now. I mean I still like their new album, but I feel like they've sold out when they don't play at the 9:30 club anymore, but the DAR. I mean the Daughters of the American Revolution? Really??? I digress again.

I can't recommend buying her CD anymore. If I knew what I was doing, I'd put up sound bytes to show you how awesome the entire album is. I mean I LOVE the fact that her last song on the CD is somewhat jazzy somewhat Fiona Apple-y from her first CD, and I mean that in the Shadow Boxer version, not the Calvin Klein porn video she did.

Plus her origins in the industry are pretty fucking cool that you can see at her website, and then of course there's her myspace page (because what musician doesn't have a myspace page nowadays), though she has a more diverse jukebox to listen to her music on her homepage, and if you're in the US, you can always buy her CD for $12.25 with shipping included at CD Baby. That totally has her bio as well.

So I guess this is me geeking out, and we'll just have to see if I'll be that person by writing a letter.

ETA: She also has a weekly song available for download here, so yay!

gay porn. who doesn't love it?

2006-03-19T22:34:00.000-05:00

I have been watching a multitude of old Will & Grace episodes because I have lots of space on my new DVR that I can. Repeats on Lifetime! The first gay programming channel! Screw you Logo and Out TV. Though I guess with the whole cancelling thing going on at Out that they've already been screwed. I digress though.

I've always remembered this one line between Jack and Grace where he pretty much states, you like gay porn, don't you? And Grace is all, "Who doesn't?" I do have to admit that I found that line immediately funny despite the fact that I hadn't seen gay porn yet by that time. I now understand that line completely, and also find it funnier.

Because really? Who doesn't love gay porn. Hot guys making out is, well, hot!

I bring this up because I was about turn off my DVR tonight, and it switched channels early to record Grey's Anatomy, and it was that stupid Mary Alice voice-over at the end. That, as annoying as it was, sucked me in. It was talking about the different kisses, and what they say, and they panned to Andrew and his hottie boyfriend making out. My first reaction was: "Holy shit, I can't believe they went there! That's awsome!" to, "Oooh. Let me rewind and watch that again, that was hot!"

It seems to be an obvious fact, that I don't quite understand, but hot guys getting it on equals hot!

my new musical obsession.

2006-03-17T01:02:00.000-05:00

I have to say that I often will find songs and become obsessed with them through television programs. I'm not talking about the broad, let me attempt as a music supervisor to draw you in by using a current hit, but the songs where the artist is unsigned and you're watching the scene and you're all, "woah. This is an awesome song. Who sings this?" To the point of distraction.

Often I'm assuming this isn't what a music supervisor is going for, but, you know. I take what I can. From the beginning I've found the music on the OC to be awesome, and from a rocky second season to a slightly better third, the music selection quality is essentially the only thing to remain consistent.

Another solid performer is Grey's Anatomy. Interesting tidbit? Same music supervisor. Alexandra Pat...(long Polish or something or rather than I just can't be fucked to google the spelling of right now).

On a show, that I will not even admit under duress to being totally geeked out about loving featured this song in the season finale that I immediately noticed when I was watching the season finale. That I downloaded off of iTunes. Yeah. So, recently I was able to watch the premiere, because the channel is repeating the season and I noticed the song was used again, so I decided to try and track down this little awesome song from iTunes.

Foolish, foolish was I. Firstly, it took some time. Secondly, the artist is unsigned, so she only has her myspace page, and I guess a website. You can download her stuff from iTunes Europe but not locally. Curses!

So I started listening to all of her songs on her myspace jukebox. Again, curses! that you can't download them. The craziest thing though is that as much as I love her song from the unamed show, her song "Broken" is even more awesome. So after listening to it multiple times, I decided, hey, I'll buy her CD from CDBaby. Especially since Killer is constantly harassing me about how important it is to support indie artists. This was her explanation for buring SOME Ray LaMontagne but not the entire album.

So I splurged, and really? The CD is only 10 bucks, and shipping is less than 3. Steal. Especially since I like all of her songs, but at the moment, the musical obsession is "Broken" by Lauren Hoffman.

As a side note, I'm going to be pissed if much music or whatever has her stuff because I have 100 free songs for switching to DirecTV, and totally didn't think of this fact until now...

Oh well. I suggest you check out her myspace website to listen to her stuff, and then her personal website. Perk alert! She's from the local DC area!

so maybe ilene misheard me?

2006-03-15T00:51:00.000-05:00

I said the show was probably dead to me. Not Dana.

It seems even the New York Times weighed in on the death of main characters in television shows.

The L word is pretty much dead to me. Except for the fact that I keep on recording it, and want to know what happens in each episode - just in case it reclaims the brilliance of season 1.

I think this is what it is like being in a relationship with an addict or where a loved person is an abuser. You keep on waiting for that person to get better because you remember how awesome that person once was. How you loved them. How funny they were. How entertaining and you see in that shell of a person the original person they were. Except unfortunately they're not.

Except this time? The virus is a creative team being led by Fucking Ilene Chaiken! (yup, that's her full name) and Fucking ezgirl! (I don't even really blame the rest of Betty anymore, but if thy're indeed feeling left out, Fuck You Betty! You too might be in a co-dependent relationship where you allow that untalented, delusional Elizabeth Ziff to run your creative products...I don't give a fuck if you made your start in DC. You all fucking suck).

So, you know, Dana was killed last night. I had known this would happen from the beginning, and I was pissed, but I was even more pissed that Erin Daniels supposedly wanted out. I thought, 'twat.' Granted, the show was going downhill, but the rumours were that she wanted out. She didn't like playing a lesbian anymore. She wanted more money. She was tired of the show. Blah dee fucking blah.

Fucking Ilene Chaiken killed off the funniest character. Well. She was during season one - and a good part during season two. Granted it would piss me off that Erin Daniels couldn't finish a match much less a set because she became too fucking skinny. But? Understandable.

Fucking Ilene Chaiken fucking fired Erin Daniels. Poor Erin Daniels. It was probably because she was the straightest cast member who was 'unknown' before starting the show.

Perhaps what makes killing off a main character is that it was done so poorly. I didn't cry. And despite the fact that a few short years ago it took an animal psychic talking to a dead animal to make me cry, lately it's been the opposite. The change coming early? Who the hell knows - but shit pulls at the heart strings easily now.

I had nothing - and from what I've read elsewhere, I'm not the only one.

Most are ranting about how they hated the storyline, they hate Ilene Chaiken, and the producers. Which? Yes. And not just for the Dana storyline. I understand wanting to address breast cancer. It's an absolutely important issue. I hate them for making my once favourite show unrecognizable. A shell of its former self. For taking something brilliant and making it perhaps one of the worst shows on television.

Just because you like to have your shit rile everyone up Fucking Ilene Chaiken doesn't mean it doesn't stink.

You. And your fucking team. Fucking Suck. You're proving nothing creatively. Gah. Too much anger right now.

happy international women's day!

2006-03-09T10:28:00.000-05:00

Go here to get good links and info!

undergrads suck.

2006-03-09T02:48:00.000-05:00

I was in the bathroom during the break in seminar tonight and three undergrad girls were talking discussing whether they really were going to be let out of class early.

One essentially said, I hope we're out by nine because I can't get ahold of anyone and I need to go the liquor store.

Bitch.

Wednesdays always pretty much suck for me.

And, today is no exception, though Sam Beam is currently helping me through the rough period. And no. That's not a typo about Jim Beam. That'd be AWE-SOME though. Who doesn't love a little bourbon.

I don't know why it seems to be a countdown to Fridays this semester. Burn-out already?

On another note, in a complete surprise, Chloe won Project Runway, my new guilty pleasure. I was positive it was going to be Daniel V. or Santino. In no way did I expect Chloe to even be in the running. Especially since her clothes kind of looked like crap, or as Santino said, "Like a couch was coming at ya."

I love Chloe because she's this cute, little tiny package who seemed like a pretty awesome person and generally pretty talented, but her final show was rather crap, and so I'm not sure how I feel about her winning. I did have to love though how she's like, what?, 4 feet tall, or could at least qualify for disability benefits because of her height and she picked the tallest model. So everytime they're standing next to each other she looks like a fucking hobbit. I don't know, maybe I keep on expecting her to start going on about her 'precious' patterns.

I do have to say, after Daniel's seemingly sudden transformation into an arrogant jackass last week, I guess I should just be happy with him not winning. Especially since his smug fucking interviews would seem that much worse considering I'm sure they taped their segments afterwards.

Oh the fuck well. It's 3 to 3. I guess I should be trying to finish my paper.

self-destructive behaviour.

2006-03-08T00:49:00.000-05:00

Seriously, who needs enemies when you have yourself?

I was talking to CBF tonight and mentioned how I was positive that I had a pattern of self-destructive behaviour. And I mean, really!!! This is above and beyond procrastination and if I'm not fucking working at this hour then I should at least be sleeping.

A waste of fucking flesh is what I am right now.

I should be drunk.

I wish I could be drunk.

That'd be fucking awesome!

I think what makes it worse too is the knowledge that Killer is going to an opening at one of my favourite art spaces and is drinking different Irish beers tomorrow.

For free.

What a twat.

Someone else who is a twat? Stretch.

Promises, promises, promises.

She's become the girl who has cried wolf, except, she should be on her, like tenth visit if she ever came when she was supposed to. And suddenly, this is a dirty post. Okay. Never wanted to go there.

Happy thoughts. That include my new DVR. And space for 100 hours of programming. And the capability of recording two different things at the same time. I fucking love you!

I wonder if there is therapy for self-destructive behaviour? Would it even make a difference?

wine bar, attempt #2.

2006-02-22T12:05:00.000-05:00

There is this awesome, awesome, awesome wine bar that I love to go to that is essentially in my neighbourhood. Pretty much discovered it when Stretch was still living in the city and went as often as possible. Which? Not so frequent.

There are some minuses in the column for the wine bar.

A tidge pricey. But come on (Sorry. I've been watching quite of a bit of Arrested Development lately. Love me some GOB, even though I seem to be the only one). It's a wine bar. You're going to be paying more than the local honky tonk.

It's difficult to access for those that don't live in my neighbourhood.

Closes at midnight.

So...hard to convince people to come 'all the way' to my neighbourhood to go to. Plus? I think Stretch is one of the few who loves it as much as I do.

Let's pass past the negatives.

Positives?

Awesome ambiance. Awesome music. Awesome waitstaff (really it's just the same dude. I feel bad for him. Like, try and get a new job buddy!). Awesome drink menu.

And the total plus? Whenever people do venture there, we have always had an awesome time. Just ask PMF.

Anyway.

Since CBF's visits are always so brief, there is never the opportunity to swing by because it's not really the place you pop into before going out for the night.

Because that would be expensive.

Anyway, one of the things I've been really excited about is introducing CBF to the wine bar.

The game plan had been that we would go Tuesday night because we'd have a lot of time, and we wouldn't be going out out for the evening.

Plan? Failed.

We started off so well. Meal planned accordingly. Roasted garlic and baked brie for those interested. Started off with the wine. 2 bottles of red for those interested.

It kind of went south when we were talking, drinking, and watching American Idol and after finishing the two bottles decided to have a tidge of margarita.

CBF was all, I don't think I can go back to wine. I realized we were too stuffed and probably too tipsy to be making our way to the bar anyway.

So now?

We're planning on meeting there after my class tonight. Hopefully it'll happen.

Damn those addictive margaritas.

why i hate CBF a little.

2006-02-21T14:43:00.000-05:00

It's been rather distracting and difficult being at work today knowing the CBF is at home. Doing nothing. More so that he's here, and at my apartment just hanging out, because I wish that I could be hanging out with him.

It's a little more annoying when I call him for the second time in the morning at about 11:30 and he admits that he's having some of the awesome, perfect margarita. In a cereal bowl.

Before noon.

Hate.

Then? When I call back at 2:30 and he admits that he just woke up from a nap, which he believes was induced by the margarita.

Hate.

I want to be home having margs.

They really are that awesome.

Oh. And I want to see CBF of course as well.

addicted to a bucket of margarita.

2006-02-18T00:07:00.000-05:00

I'm so excited I can't even stand it.

CBF is going to be here in 7 hours.

I feel like it's been for-fucking-ever since I've seen him.

So my stomach was having a party tonight - due to the fact that I had a variety of different things to eat. Some of which included 2 to 3 year-old peanut butter on a piece of toast...

Yeah. I know.

So my stomach was NOT doing well...and as I was on the phone with CBF and mentioned that I thought the frozen margarita's would be really good for my stomach.

So. I started.

And then just kept on going because I forgot how fucking awesome they are.

I can't even begin to say how tasty and awesome they are.

Addicted.

CBF is ocming!!!!

Mimosa's at 7 tomorrow morning!

if you cut me...

2006-02-16T15:46:00.000-05:00

I will bleed caffeinated soda.

Mountain Dew specifically.

In the past 48 hours I've essentially consumed 8 liters of the stuff. Which? I just figured that out - and it makes me feel ill.

Especially since I didn't add in to that equation about a liter of Coke Zero.

What must my liver be like?

Why must I even ask that question?

Surprisingly? I'm still blinking.

breaking news!

2006-02-16T01:53:00.000-05:00

Stop the presses. Cheney takes blame for shooting his friend!

Well..yeah. You actually pulled the trigger Mr. Vice-President! I mean you're supposed to be careful and responsible when, you know, brandishing a weapon in the name of sport. He was wearing a bright orange jersey. You're supposed to know where the two other people are when you're hunting.

This totally reminds me of one of my favourite "Friends" episodes from the second season where Rachel is upset with Monica who she believes has gone behind her back and says the awesomest line: "I'm sorry. Did my back hurt your knife?"

Ha!

"I'm sorry, did my face get in the way of your gun?"

crappy commentators.

2006-02-16T01:01:00.000-05:00

So...still procrrastinating.

I love the Olympics. I especially love the Winter Olympics. Especially the ice skating. In high school my sister and I taped the ice skating so we could re-watch.

Yeah...so I might have been a tidge of a dork. But the Olympics effing rock.

So I've been sad that I haven't been able to watch them yet because of my fucking schedule so far. So, of course I'm sitting on my couch now with my computer 'working' on my paper.

Something I've re-discovered already is how incredibly fucking crappy the commentators always are at the Olympics. I mean, really, where the fuck do they hire these people from? Though the best was how awful Katie Couric was at the winter Olympics four years ago at the opening ceremony. I mean acting surprised that Brazil was participating and mentioning frozen bananas? Before Arressted Development even started? Totally culturally insensitive.

So the only event on right now is of course fucking ski jumping. I mean when I'm procrastinating I'd like to see my favourite event. That's right. Ice skating. Anywho.

The commentator just said that watching the Austrians was like watching paint dry. What???? Who the fuck says that about a sport? Just because they're reliable?

Can I be a commentator? It sounds like I'm qualified - I'm breathing.

i must be procrastinating.

2006-02-16T00:25:00.000-05:00

So, even though each week so far this semester, other than the first of course...or make that the second since I was still figuring my classes out the first and fighting off jet-lag, has seemed to be the worst, I officially declare this the worst. Though two weeks ago was pretty fucking horrible. This week though I had to prepare an oral presentation and assignment for class tonight and now I'm supposedly working on a paper due tomorrow - along with a book.

Fuck. Me.

Though it's one of those things where I'm still pretty giddy because CBF is coming this weekend (sweeettt!!!!) and I'm going to my favourite bar on Friday where hopefully CBC will be working.

These things, coupled with the fact that I was able to find the. best. margarita mix ever! that I had at my Aunt's over Christmas for CBF makes it all the sweeter.

Wait? What's that you say? Alcoholic? I'm sorry. I can't hear you.

So yesterday I was about to pop-off from work. Or I should say run off to try and get a start on my school work when my phone rang - it was a flower delivery woman who wanted me to come downstairs to pick up a flower delivery. But I should wait 10 minutes because she was stuck in traffic.

What type of fucking ghetto flower delivery service is this!

Didn't matter though because it still was pretty awesome to get flowers, though it was late in the day, and they were pretty fucking awesome too. CBF rocks. As he said on the phone last night, "Everyone should get flowers for Valentine's Day." Awww. He melts my cold, jaded, sarcastic heart.

Here they are!

how is it past nine already?

2006-02-12T21:24:00.000-05:00

You know, you organize, you procrastinate, and suddenly it's already after fucking nine at night.

My grandmother called today to ask if I was snowed in.

I wish.

CBF said that New York broke some sort of record for snowfall. Unfortunately nothing is cancelled for him. Sucky for him because of course, even though all the streets are fine, schools are either closed or starting late.

I was hoping my work would be cancelled, but really? That hasn't happened since the big storm of Valentine's in oh-three. It's a 'lost' weekend if you will. A weekend that dare not be spoken of. Stretch starts to tic a little when it's mentioned. Though it was also the weekend I was introduced to the fact that "I Can't Believe it's Not Butter!" actually had a spray model.

That someone was eating.

On pancakes.

Really? Really!!! I mean if you're eating pancakes, just have the fucking butter or margarine. You don't need to pick up your pancake and spray it with the fake butter. I guess the company wasn't really thinking about the fact that nozzle sprays don't really work at an extreme angle.

I mean I've accomplished some things today: finally! found the margarita mix in a bucket that's fucking awesome, bought margarita glasses, bought a real trash can, bought groceries for the week.

The problem is that I didn't actually use any of the time to be doing my school work, which is the actual necessary part. And I know I'm shortly going to be watching Grey's Anatomy because I've been waiting all week for the episode.

I should not only be doing my schoolwork, of which I have two written assignments, an oral presentation and reading (!), but for some reason I'm not really that stressed out.

This is a bad thing.

That, of course coupled with the fact that I'm spending money both like it's my job and like it's going out of style. "Wait, so you're saying for just double the price I can have a stainless steel garbage instead of a plastic one? Perfect!" Margarita glasses because that will obviously make them taste better? Pur-fect!

I have GOT to get to work.

the return of my true love.

2006-02-09T13:38:00.000-05:00

BBC America is like crack.

I've always loved BBC America. The programming, the british accents. I mean, really, you can't go wrong. Plus the nostalgia effect where it has programs that I watched on the BBC in high school, because it was one of the few channels that had programming in English.

When I was living at home with my mom the summer after college graduation and I was totally unemployed and upset about the whole matter, I would spend hours watching BBC America. Half of them, determined to pick up a British accent a la Madonna, but totally better.

CBF can confirm that I totally suck at accents, and I might have mentioned this already, but always end up sound Indian or Pakistani after, like, two words.

It's really rather humiliating.

Still, hours of programming that include "Coupling," which, in its first few seasons rocked. The US version should never have aired, but the British version rocked. I caught up on a few episodes at my sister's over Thanksgiving, and with one key character replaced it isn't as funny. But there are still some joyful episodes and moments.

I should add as a disclaimer here that I'm totally procrastinating again before my evening class. Trend!

When I first moved to DC with Stretch and Killer included and into a seemingly lovely house, with just one very large catch of having two Spanish speaking ladies living in the hovel of a basement, we still had BBC America. This, of course was because we didn't forsee that having to have more packages with Spanish programming that we were paying for definitely did not make up for saving $100 in rent. No fucking way. Plus the extra that we paid in utlities? We were fucking fleeced by our landlord. I'm still bitter and angry.

Any. Fucking. Way.

We had BBC America - though it was overall less enjoyable because it was one of those requirements and we didn't get any local channels because (Fuck you Dish Network!) it cost more for local and our package was the basest option with no cool extra channels because we were already paying through the nose for a Spanish package as well that was like every Spanish language channel that is broadcasting in the fucking world.

Which is how I ended up spending so much time watching the fucking Disney channel. And of course BBC America. Which? Sometimes doesn't play your favourite shows as often as you would like.

Then I could only get cable through Comcast in my apartment. Which? I've been now paying through the nose for. Fuck you Comcast!

I've been contemplating for awhile, especially since prices went up again...I mean really basic cable here people with HBO and it's like $75 each month. And it kills me.

So I decided today to switch to Direct TV because it's much cheaper and I'm not going to lie, because it has more channels that include BBC America!!!!

BBC America is coming back!!

I can't even contain how excited I am. Not to mention the 21.99 for first three months with 'packages' of HBO, Showtime, and Starz (just enough time to finish up the L word...if I ever watch again) and even if I kept them, it'd still be the same price I'm paying now!

And? Free installation. And? Free DVR! And???? A free portable DVD player.

I love me some Direct TV!

I LOOOVE me so BBC America. Especially now that they're playing Footballer's Wives and this new show I want to watch called Mile High, and there's this other awesome show called My Family that I watched over Christmas that was hilarious and was suddenly on all the time in Germany too!

Giddy bitches. GIDD-fucking-Y!

stretch is awesome.

2006-02-08T23:53:00.000-05:00

Stretch is my hero!

Stretch rocks!!

I was on my 'death bed' the past few days; rocking a 103.7 fever at one point and general light headedness and coughing and illness. As CBF said when we were on the phone and I was telling him about the fever and that I just lying in bed doing nothing. No reading. No listening to music. No TV on in the background. And I was fine. CBF was all, "Call 911!"

Anyway, somehow Stretch (I'm guessing through Killer) found out I was sick and she sent me a free e-card that was awesome, hoping I would get better.

When I finally got my mail today for the first time in days there was a get-better card. Like an actual card that required a stamp.

That my friends is an awesome friend.

nur ein wort.

2006-02-02T16:14:00.000-05:00

Okay, so the title? Like a double meaning.

It means 'just one word' in German.

Stretch has been harassing me about not having posted in like...for-fucking-ever. So whilst we were on the phone last night and I thought my hand was freezing to my phone in the claw position (thanks! weather.com for miscalculating how cold it was going to be assholes), I decided to try and please her, to motivate her to visit I would post.

SO! Here we are. Here I am. Procrastinating before class that starts in 40 minutes. So...it might not be all about Stretch.

It has to be brief (catching the theme yet??), but I'm obsessed with this German pop band called Wir Sind Helden. I think they've always had catchy tunes, but over Christmas there was this one tune called "Nur Ein Wort," that is like the catchiest tune ever!

Now that my office mate is gone, I've been busting out singing along to it. Here's the video (just pick what type of player you have...it's a fun video), and you can also buy it on iTunes US Edition.

Awesome!

See? That was one word!

it's a numbers thing.

2005-12-14T03:04:00.000-05:00

Time I have left to finish my final paper?

5 hours.

Time I have left to sleep if I take 5 hours?

None.

Number of hours where I'll either be in training or meetings at work today, and so should be cognitive?

At least 3.

Pages I have left in my paper?

Who knows. At this point I have to finish making my point. I thought an hour ago that it would only be an hour.

Edit.

Add citations. This last part being my least favourite.

Oh? And I have a social dinner this evening, where, you know, I should be social. That I'm looking forward to, even if I might come off sounding like a pure idiot. Because? I'll be fucking done for the semester. Hallelujah!!

worst timing ever!

2005-12-08T21:36:00.000-05:00

Due to obsession with coffee, and multiple purchases of said coffee (and it all just started with the love of the Blueberry compliments of Stretch), I've been drinking quite some coffee lately.

Granted, I love the coffee, and buying it really is an attempt to save money, plus it's so much better than the the free coffee available at work. Plus? It's awesome.

With the semester coming towards an end though, I find myself once again, not only drinking coffee in the morning but at night as well.

I might have, most definitely, gone overboard with my last order from Green Mountain. It was becauase I had to save from the month before and buy the coffee later - and there was pumpkin, pumpkin!, being offered. I mean I love anything pumpkin. Plus other holiday awesome sounding coffee. So of course ordered the pumpkin, and gingerbread. And eggnog. And caramel vanilla cream swirl. And cinnamon cream swirl (it was supposed to pretty much be akin to tasting a cinnamon bun).

Most of the flavours were pretty disappointing. Especially the pumpkin. Like, it's fine, but it's not great, or awesome, or amazing, or anything akin to having a pumpkin spice latte. Which really? Totally a happy ending in a cup. I mean, buying all these bags of coffee is really an attempt to save money by not going to Starbucks. I mean, really, really? Five fucking dollars for a latte? It's robbery. Plus the fact that as an establishment I don't like Starbucks either.

Despite my not liking Starbucks, I have to admit they make a mean fucking holiday latte. Pumpkin spice? Check. Gingerbread? Check. Peppermint (though this year it's a mocha - but still)? Check. Eggnog? Check. They're awesome and every single time I see a huge bus poster for them, I want to rob the person in front of me and hightail it to Starbucks.

I was kind of overly optimistic I guess because the Blueberry was so awesome. The only flavours that were really good out of the new batch were Eggnog and Caramel Vanilla Cream Swirl. Especially the latter, which is kind of a happy ending. As much as you'll get one that doesn't cost $5. I mean pumpkin was okay, but the Gingerbread and Cinnamon one...well. I had to power through. It was really, really disappointing. Still not done with the pumpkin, bought two bags, and I've been saving the last of Eggnog and Caramel.

So today, I decided, maybe if I buy it today it won't be in this month's AmEx bill. And? I wanted more of the good stuff - I was tired of powering through. That might be because I've been drinking so much and am so utterly fucking stressed out.

Anyway, ordered more Eggnog and stocked up (at least I know this time that it won't become available all year like Blueberry did), and a few others. Essentially, just over the $50 line.

Got an email a couple of minutes ago that said all purchases over $50 for a short period of time will have free shipping.

Like four hours later! Instead I'm paying like eight fucking dollars for shipping.

Fuck. You. Again! Green Mountain. I mean really. Each time.

Last time you said Blueberry was seasonal so I stocked up on that shit because we were about to switch seasons, and then suddenly it's Pumpkin and Blueberry is available all year. So I have to wait to order the other awesome sounding coffee.

Fuckers.

whoops!

2005-12-07T20:48:00.000-05:00

It's um, a little bad that I just opened my birthday card from my mother really, really early.

But then? It didn't say "Happy Birthday" and maybe it was just supposed to a hang in there, with a cat and everything man, because I've been sick and stressed out.

Plus? Two things I'm waiting for in the mail haven't arrived yet.

So I know of, slit it open to see if the card seemed to be birthday themed. Unfortunately? Nothing to give it away. So I ended up opening the entire thing and looking at the cover, which still doesn't really allude to birthday, but I'm pretty sure that's the card.

Since this will be the only physical mail I'll be opening on my birthday, I shoved it back into the envelope as quickly as possible and retaped it up.

That should be the same, right?

World AIDS Day.

2005-12-01T14:14:00.000-05:00

AIDS is nothing to be forgotten - something society seems to be doing.

Today is World AIDS Day, something my high school was always very consciencious about. It could have been the fact that WHO headquarters were there, but I always felt a little bit better by doing something that day.

Donating something towards the cause, and what I think is most important is maintaing visibility of the disease.

Bristol-Meyer Squibb is donating $1 for every candle lit today HERE.

GO.

Help the cause.

It takes two seconds.

Hopefully, we'll soon have a cure.

i like your wig.

2005-11-30T23:42:00.000-05:00

What???

I'm going slightly deaf. Or am totally on my joyous way to having a little device put in my ear to aid in my hearing.

Perhaps it's my impending birthday making me feel old.

At least I feel less like a mid, or shall I say a quarter century crisis.

I digress.

Deaf? Check!

In a meeting today about fiscal responsibility. Fucking. Boring. And a waste of my time because I'm never going to be in a position at my job where the information will matter.

Whatever.

Anyway, I was sitting next to my co-worker and he said something quietly that I couldn't here, so I made the universally recognized grunt noise of, "huh?" You know, something akin to Tim Allen, but eons less annoying and is roughly translated the same in every fucking language?

Yup, that's the one.

Anyway, he said it again, and I'm usually too embarassed at this point to ask people to say it again, so I again do that universal gesture thing, and do a weird chuckle, and a low slash mumbled, 'oh. yeah.'

This will sometime work, though sometimes it doesn't and people keep on looking at me.

Waiting for a response.

Because they've actually asked me a question, and so clearly are waiting for an answer.

Sometimes? That awkward pause will continue forever, and I'll have to go through the whole long deaf story and ask them to say it again.

Today in the meeting I think my co-worker was expecting a response, but it was a meeting...and I couldn't ask him to speak loud enough for me to hear because of the, you know, meeting level of speaking.

Isn't half faking a conversation something people do when they're 60 and like pretending they're not losing their hearing???

I digress.

I was at the store again trying to exchange this shampoo I bought because I actually thought it was the conditioner and it was taking like 40 hours for the girl to figure it out.

It's an exchange. Oh the fuck well. Anyway, so this other chick comes along and says something and all I can make out a bit is the word 'curls.'

Maybe.

So of course, I'm all, 'what?'

And I swear I thought I heard her say, "I like your wig."

So normally at this point I would let it go and be all, 'uh, yeah, thanks' because I don't want to sound like a jackass, and that I think it's you're fault that I can't understand you. When? I'm the deaf one.

But a fucking wig??? Are you fucking kidding me?

So more clearly,and with emphasis this time: "What?"

And the chick who's helping me is all, "She likes your curls."

And I'm somewhat chagrined and, if this is possible, still skeptical. And mumble a "thanks." A bit drawn out though, because I still think that she thinks that I have a fucking wig on. Or you know curled extensions, which? No fucking way.

I've got to get that hearing checked at some point.

it's snowing bitches!

2005-11-23T14:34:00.000-05:00

Woot!!!!

The first snow of the year, and I'm so excited because I'm at my sister's sitting in her warm bed 'studying.'

Or you know, doing my damndest to do that in a good way.

I love me some snow and am excited about the flurries outside my window.

Sweet!

Happy Thanksgiving!

like four square miles, right?

2005-11-21T23:33:00.000-05:00

DC is a small fucking city. Granted, it's not four square miles, but it's pretty itty bitty teeny tiny. Especially if you consider how small it is to most major metropolitan cities. Plus? The area that most people usually traverse is usually more condensed. Like, yes, I already know Killer, you travel all around the district, but this is a rare fact.

This makes the not running into people thing a major surprise. Granted, most people do say how they are always running into someone they kind of know, or don't really want to see, or you know something along those awkward kind of run-ins. For the most part, this isn't true for me.

I'm usually the one all, 'yeah, that'd be cool to run into so and so...' Doesn't happen.

I believe what makes me more upset though, is when I know that a celebrity has been in town or is in town. Someone I wouldn't mind seeing, but obviously don't really give a damn enough about stalking. Or, sometimes I'm just that inefficient.

Most painful? George Clooney.

Who I guess was here rather often when filming "K Street," yes...the blink and you'll miss it series on HBO. Pretty tough to be cancelled that quickly, eh Georgie?

And I guess randomly here also. Doin who knows what, and who really cares. I think he'd be the only one I'd be interested in stalking. I mean we're not New York, we're not LA. Our celebrities are politicians, so when the 'real' celebrities are here and I miss them, I kind of am all, 'aw, that's too bad.'

So it seems that Angelina was in town again - which? With her UN stuff not that rare, but rare enough. But it's usually a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of visit without being in DC.

It seems she took her son to one of the Smithsonians this weekend.

And? Was seen house hunting with Brad Pitt.

Not only that, the photo snapped? Totally on one my bus routes.

It's the so close I could probably smell your after-shave if I wasn't at home trying to either do my homework or shake-off the alcohol and much stronger than needed cigarette the night before.

Hey, maybe if they move here I'll finally see her.

Because Angelina Jolie? Hot.

hanes: the new ground for washed up celebrities

2005-11-19T20:41:00.000-05:00

How little money does Hanes have? Or I guess it would make more sense to say 'not have.'

I'm doing some serious unprecedented amounts of procrastinating right now. I'm this is pretty impressive - even for me.

So I'm watching live TV - Live! With commercials! That you can't fast-forward! The novelty!

So I'm watching Chicago on Bravo - which? Awful editing in commercials, like the just fucking cut it off in the middle of Queen Latifah's awesome 'Mama' number. If Bravo isn't careful, Queen's girlfriend is going to knock someone out! There's no disrespecting Queen! I actually have no bounds for my love for Queen. Like, I totally believe that she's probably really cool in real life. Which? The likelihood of a celebrity being cool and not a spoiled jackass is pretty minimal.

I digress.

So, whilst watching I noticed a new Hanes ad. I was all, that's not Michael Jordan! Dude, Damon Wayans how did you get here from "In Living Color?" I realize your show was cancelled from ABC - but I mean really, what did you expect? Not so good. I was already asking that sell-out question then. But a Hanes ad? Hanes?

Then in the next commercial break there's another ad.

This time? Marisa Tomei. Marisa Tomei?

There are rumours that she won the Oscar because Mr. McOldy misread the prompter - but let's not dwell on that. Though it would make her win make more sense. But Oscar might the only thing she has to hold on to now. I mean that would make her schilling for the ads make more sense. Plus? Does anyone under the age of 20 even know who she is?

Hanes asks, "Look who we've got our Hanes on now?"

Or I do that reading from the statement, because who?

the l word. again.

2005-11-17T20:50:00.000-05:00

I think I've clearly established in the past that I'm a tidge obsessed with the L word. I say a tidge. And I think that may also be the wrong tense because I think I might actually not be obsessed with the L word anymore.

Thanks Ilene Chaiken! With work and school, and school and work I could actually really do with those extra hours in the day.

First season? Brilliant - I mean really? Why else would I be obsessed. Also how else I was I able to get everyone else obsessed with the show as well? I mean after PMF was here for the weekend visiting, and we ended up watching until 5 in the morning, she both wanted to do Shane and be Shane. Or. You know. A lesbian in L.A.

Second season? Meh. I've ranted enough about how it went down the crapper. And how Betty essentially single-handedly ruined it as well. I mean I was hoping to start a petition for them to get the fuck rid of her.

Signs for Season 3? New theme song. Still Betty. Not only is she more involved in the music this season. For some reason, and it can't be experience, she was allowed to write episode 8 of season 3. Fuck. You. Ilene. Chaiken.

And? Fuck. You. Elizabeth. Ziff.

I understand you, yes you Ilene, like to be edgy and don't want to be seen as a lesbian series, nor as representing lesbians. Fine. I. Get. IT. That's no reason to kill the show. Oh? And Dana.

Whilst waiting for my discussion section to be begin I noticed the three girls to my left were talking about the L word and how cool it was. They were obviously talking about the first season, and this one chick was like, ooh, they're all really glamourous (yes) and I guess that's what it's like in L.A.

I tried, but couldn't resist, so kind of busted into the conversation. Briefly.

But then they were all, what Tina do again before she quit her job?, and of course I again had to bust in and say the answer.

Sad. Sad. Sad.

Fuck you Ilene for now making me look semi-pathetic.

mother. fucker.

2005-11-17T02:05:00.000-05:00

The title of my post was actually going to be "Come back Sam Beam" who, for those uninformed, is Iron & Wine.

I've been checking semi-regularly on his webpage about tour dates. Granted it's been a few weeks, but I've been busy with life.

I just checked and he's back at the 9:30 club on the 30th of this month. Touring with Calexico, who I recently discovered and bought music from. Seemingly a perfect concert. Though I did enjoy seeing him at Iota Cafe.

When I saw it was so close and he was now 'big' enough to be playing at the 9:30 club. Seems I had reason to worry.

Tickets are sold out!

Mother. Fucker!

it must be pretty bad...

2005-11-15T23:35:00.000-05:00

When I my browser didn't even remember my address when I was typing it in.

I guess I really do post that sporadically. Things have been both busy and rough - but you can't keep a good bitch down. Or? Twat.

Twat is my new favourite word. I shout it out like I have Tourette's Syndrome - which? I think that would potentially be an awesome disease to have because it would totally explain my foul mouth.

It's a fact, I seriously enjoy swearing. I believe that I've even posted about that in the fact, and despite the fact that fuck will always be the go-to swear word. I mean really it can totally convey so much emotion.

In the same way that that awful movie with the boys from South Park, "Baseketball" had them saying "Dude" to each other with massive different intonations. I only know this becuase it's the beginning ad on one of my favourite tapes - I believe it must be "Out of Sight." Probably one of the last movies where I respected Jennifer Lopez as an actor, and the chemistry between her and George Clooney is off the charts. Though? I think George Clooney and a wall could have chemistry. It's illegal for someone to be that handsome.

Back to the twat though. I love the word. I have no idea why. So I'm currently shouting it out at all times, and in fact the other day when I was going from my shared office to Curly's office, I was all, "Whattup TWAT!" and Curly was like, um, you being talked to if you say the word twat any louder? Well, at least something similar to that.

I was in NY a couple of weeks ago. Okay, quite some time now, which? Makes me sad. I'm planning a December trip for my birthday though, so it's all good, but my mom, as per usual called. She of course was asking about my sister, and of course telling a story about how she didn't pick up the phone or wasn't returning her phone call, or something along the lines of what happens when my mother tries to contact her. In both of their defenses' my sister should be better about calling back later, and my mother should be better about not being a stalker in her calling habits. Anyway, to empathize with my mother and diffuse the situations somewhat, as I have to do all the time, I said my sister was just being her normal twat self. This was all fine and good, and ultimately by the end of the conversation my mother was more calm.

What surprised me though was that as my mother was saying goodbye to me, she was all, "Bye, you twat you!" with genuine affection in her voice.

I think my mother clearly does not understand the meaning of the word twat.

m day confirmed.

2005-10-23T19:48:00.000-04:00

I found out at a happy hour event the actual day when I am going to be moving offices - and joining in a shared office.

This is sad, sad day that will not get me any sympathy except from other people in the office because no one else has to share an office.

Otherwise?

People have no sympathy. Killer? "Yeah, I have a big open space with three other people and sometimes this intern." No sympathy there. Though she does understand.

On Friday I was talking to people at my internship that I was having to share an office, and the guy gave me this, "girl, please!" look. Granted he shares the small office space with four other people.

Despite all this, my office was awesome because of it's centeral location, and I might have a crappy desk now. Next Friday will be a dark day. The one shining fact being that it will begin the Halloween Festivities.

Probably the only thing that could make me feel better.

best. holiday. ever. coming!

2005-10-20T22:21:00.000-04:00

Okay, so there are certain holidays that we always look forward to.

Scratch that, now that we're adults - or I'm i the working world - any time that I get a day I'm fucking pumped. But there are those holidays that might not get you a day off of work that are awesome.

Now I do have to preface this and say that of course I like Christmas. I mean, who doesn't right? I mean, clearly, other than the Jews, and others that believe in a religion that specifically doesn't believe in Jesus. Or God.

How did this transition into a horribly un-PC post?

I digress. I love Christmas - but almost more for the fact that you get so many days, and there is a guarantee of presents. But there are points that I don't like. Fighting with family because you're sick of them. The eventual disappointment of it 'all' being over. Very anti-climatic. Plus? Sad when you think of family members that are no longer with you celebrating because they've passed on or unable to make it.

My favourite holiday? Easter.

Weird. I know. But it's my favourite holiday when I celebrate it with Mrs. B. and her family. They make it an extravaganza. There are traditions, there is awesome food, there is camraderie, and there is her loud, but highly entertaining family. And the best? The glory of being the winners of the egg toss - especially the over the house egg toss.

That my friends takes skill.

My second favourite holiday? And it's a very, very close second. It should more be a tie. And is the first when I can't join Mrs. B. for Easter?

Fucking Halloween.

How can you not love Halloween. When you're a kid you get to dress up to your heart's content and get oodles of candy. Oodles. Of. Candy. Plus? Any holiday that has themed candy! Awe. Some. And despite the fact that there is the very astute description of candy corn as 'ear wax,' it's still fucking awesome candy.

When I was a kid I fucking ROCKED the vampire outfits. For like three years in a row actually. I had a thing for vampires - my last year being the best. I remember I returned to class and people were all, um who are you, and why are you taking this stuff?, because I was picking my show & tell shit up from earlier in the day. Sigh. Loved those days.

Now as an adult, there are other things to look forward to. Mostly, the fun of finding an awesome outfit and preparing for the evening, and instead of candy you get drunk and have an awesome time. Or, you know, get a different type of candy. From strangers - where it doesn't matter that they're strangers anymore.

Anyway, my outfit? Is set. It's awesome. I've tried it on multiple times.

Plans were finalized with CBF tonight about where we're going. He's coming down - and it's going to be fucking awe. Some!

And in order to not burn out quickly, I'm going to try and post funny memories and stories leading up to the extravaganza of next weekend.

Halloween, here we come!

longest. week. ever.

2005-10-05T23:07:00.000-04:00

My job job. Is. Well...awful. I don't want to go into too many details, but the task that I'm doing out of my office is pretty fucking awful.

I actually think that's putting it mildly.

I'm knackered beyond belief. With tedious work work all day. Class assignments, and I'm fairly positive I handed in something that was crap on Monday, and my internshp.

Internship. I love ye, but you're fucking. killing. me.

Plus? I think I might be getting sick. Or sick.

I still have loads of work to do, and sleep is just...not near.

And? I'm not sure when this off-site assignment is going to end. It's seriously the worst thing ever.

Though I did have to laugh today when I went to go get a soda at 2 (in the afternoon, just to be clear) to try and stay awake, despite the fact that the caffeine count for the day was already pretty fucking high, and the 'lunch room' was fucking bursting with people. I had to dodge and weave my way to the machine.

Half of them? Watching a soap really loud.

The other half? Sleeping.

Heads on the table, nap time, sleeping.

This my friends is why jack shit ever gets done.

My question is, how the fuck are the sleeping with that really loud TV on in the background, along with this really loud fan because the room's so fucking hot because there are so many people in it, and, just with that many people around?

so i know i'm obsessed.

2005-09-28T00:15:00.000-04:00

I get obsessive about things. Songs. Shows. Pretty much anything.

But then, who doesn't? Right?

I may be worse than the average person, but I like to think it's just a version of my passion.

I realized that I currently totally working an obsession on my CBC (Cute Bartender Crush, just for an update) when I was watching "Casablanca" tonight for a class and as I was watching Humphrey Bogart I kept on thinking, "who the hell does he remind me of."

My ultimate decision? Kind of CBC. Like if CBC was that age.

I think I have it bad.

I know the only reason for this is because I saw him last Friday for the first time in a couple of months. Granted it would help if I actually frequented the bar more than once a couple of months, but that would just be too easy.

Anyway.

I totally forgot just how cute and adorable he actually was.

That said, I don't think he actually is anything like the Bogart.

Thank goodness.

humour in a time of darkness.

2005-09-23T14:46:00.000-04:00

CBF has been having real issues with his new job, in that it's just a very, very, very difficult and tiring job. He expected the worst, and somehow, it was even worse.

We've been talking regularly, as usual, though not daily and I think him talking slash venting about it does seem to help. And really? From the stories he tells, I'm fucking amazed.

One of the reasons that I love him so dearly is that we are able to make our worst pain really funny. He's even better than me; because somehow after of course serious "Shit, that's awful. I'm sorries," he will always tell an anecdotal story that has us ending up laughing really hard.

We've both been going through some stress lately, and one of the things we share right now is the fact that we're both fucking poor. I mean I budgeted the next week down to the dime. I have no room for error. I looked up the cost of toilet paper online at CVS so I could geusstimate how much it was going to cost with my Drano and two other essential items.

I digress. But I guess that's an update on the last post of not taking toilet paper from my office.

Anyway, we were both lamenting our poverty, and he was saying how was in Virgin Megastore and he really wanted the new Tracy Chapman CD, but then he was all, "I'm not a lesbian. I don't need her new CD!!" to convince himself. I don't know if it was his delivery or just the joke itself, but we both fucking died laughing.

Then I had to laugh again today, because I went to one of my favourite daily sites, Afterellen.com, a lebian/bi media viewed site that is pretty interesting and funny, along with its' younger brother Afterelton.com, and the lead story is a review of the new Tracey Chapman CD.

I had to bust out laughing.

It's funny because it's true.

how poor are you?

2005-09-22T17:45:00.000-04:00

So poor that I'm contemplating toilet paper from work until my next paycheck.

The even sadder part?

If I do indeed decide to take some, I'd be unrolling a shit-load (pardon the pun) from the roll because they're locked in.

How poor is everyone else?

Updated to add: So poor that I was really excited when I got a $5 bill in the mail with some stupid article from my mom. That's just pathetic.

it's that damn accent.

2005-09-20T01:23:00.000-04:00

I, like pretty much everyone else I'm sure, have a total thing for accents. Especially Irish and British ones. I mean you become exponentially more attractive with an accent. I mean teeth are a big thing for me. You need to have good teeth, and so if you don't have good teeth that's a turn-off.

If you have an accent? Suddenly those teeth might just not be that horrible. Granted, not all accents have that effect on me, and I have to generally say that I do enjoy the Australian accent sometimes, though I often find it sounds like they're complaining, and the Scottish one doesn't do that much for me, but it still helps.

I have a total fangirl crush on Craig Ferguson.

Yes.

That Craig Ferguson.

The one that was on the Drew Carey show after it had already jumped the ship.

The one who didn't really stand out that much on the show anyway; which? Granted it's a little difficult with the likes of Mimi, but I just didn't really notice him.

It's probably because his accent was Scottish, and I would most likely have to say his true personality didn't come out. He was the chosen successor of Craig Kilborn, and really? Does anyone even remember that he began the Daily Show compared the shining brilliance of Jon Stewart, and does anyone think he isn't a complete fucking jackass, because I sure don't. He has always grated on my nerves like no other. Whenever I saw him hosting his late show, and I was watching for the guest, I invariably found myself shouting profanities at the screen.

I don't really watch late night programs anymore. I don't have the time. Jay Leno's turned into a complete wanker. David Letterman is pretty funny but not enough so that I should be punking my homework for him, and he bugs sometimes as well. I think I just have less patience at the particular hour. Though I can always watch Conan and have since the beginning. It was one of the few programs that aired in English in high school. I digress.

I've since caught the Late Show with Craig Ferguson and each time I find myself giggling at his skits like some schoolgirl crushee and just generally thinking, he's so fucking funny and adorable. And isn't that accent the cutest? Though I again, just generally don't watch late night television.

I just plopped on his program again, and it was hilarious and he was just fucking hot, and he's even rocking the gently graying hair.

I would totally fuck that.

shock and aww

2005-09-18T23:46:00.000-04:00

It's interesting. Every year with each awards show, I pretend that I'm not going to watch. And I also pretend to not care who wins because I'm upset with half the people that are nominated and shocked by those that aren't.

This year was especially horrible.

Patricia Arquette, who seemingly is incapable of expressing an emotion because she lost that emotive capability when born I'm assuming, won for best actress in a drama. What the fuck? She was the last person I thought who would win. I was wondering if the other actresses in the category were all, "really?" I mean she had some typical competition. The ones that the Emmy voters enjoy nominating and whatnot, but it was so bizarre.

I thought I was going to be most upset by the fact that Arrested Development was going to be robbed of a Best Comedy award by Desperate Housewives which is over-rated drivel in comparison, and not really a comedy. Wrong. I was okay with Everybody [Hates] Raymond winning because that wasn't unexpected and it wasn't DH.

Though how can a series that is nominated three times in the best writing for a comedy and wins! in that category not win for actual best comedy? I think I was okay with it because at least AD won for best writing in a comedy series.

Are Emmy voters actually watching the shows they're being sent? I mean Patricia Arquette? I mean most winners were to be expected, but really?!?!

And Ellen. I love you. I love your show. I think you're awesome, and I'm surprised that they were able to make you un-funny. You were the best thing about the Grammy's two years ago with the rotating hosts. I've watched your specials. You're hilarious. I was saddened by your hosting. Yet? Couldn't look away despite the pile of reading I need to do.

The best part might have been with Kristin Bell sang Fame. Stupidest gimmick ever, but Kristin rocked the song and reminded me why I was excited about watching Veronica Mars again. It's been too long and I hope you don't suffer a soph slump like every other show on the planet.

Except for Arrested Development, whose second season might have been better than the first, which is pretty impressive. I can't say enough about it. Thank goodness Fox hasn't cancelled it yet, and everyone in the world should watch it tomorrow at 8 on Fox. Do it. It'll be the best half-hour of your day.

Funny, how the reading is still there. Hours ahead of me. Awesome. And I'm sitting here posting about the trite Emmys.

I guess the semester really has begun again.

crappy mondays.

2005-09-12T23:59:00.000-04:00

It seems the general feeling of Mondays this week is a resounding: crappy.

CBF left me a message about how today was one of those day's where you want to quit your job and then kill yourself. Which? I can totally understand. He sounded exhausted and I believe sleeping or too tired to talk when I called.

Stretch called and left a long message on my answering machine while I was out with the kids in my program to the point where she was cut off from the machine. Something I'm familiar with, but that's because I can never shut the fuck up when I'm leaving a message.

Stretch's day? Long and crappy. Including an unfortunate incidence of a fender bender.

On a new car.

Crappy.

In high school, and well, it started when I was in middle and elementary school, I always loved "Garfield." Couldn't get enough of the cartoon and as a youngster (before 3rd grade. Trust me on this) I had a night t-shirt with Garfield and my horoscope on it. Or at least what my sign supposedly represented. I digress.

One thing I really came to appreciate in high school was Garfield's constant hatred of Mondays. I hated going to school again on Mondays. Wishing it was the weekend already.

It's weird. I haven't really had that strong of a reaction to Monday's in quite some time, but right now, all I want to do is go back to sleep and wake up and have it be Tuesday.

Maybe it's time to embrace the inner Garfield, and maybe it was just a really bad Monday for a lot of people out there.

new york! new york!

2005-08-26T17:00:00.000-04:00

I'm off again, hoping that the China town express (and really? More of a hamlet than a town. A street.) will bring me safely and on time. That they don't try and fix the engine with a hammer this time. I mean really. I've never fixed a car, but I don't think hammering it will help!

I'm off for my last weekend before the semester begins. Instead of staying home as I should, I'm traveling for 5 hours each way for a merry time. Or so I hope.

Actually? I fucking love the city. I'm sure it'll be fun. I almost love the city as much as CBF, or in 50's immortal words, "like a fat kid loves cake." I don't know why that has always been my favourite line by him.

What am I expecting to do this weekend? Relax. Get a pedicure. (Because seriously? The place in CBF's neighbourhood is fucking a-mazing! The last time when the guy was giving me a serious massage, not that slap-slap with some lotion and you're done type of shit, I swear I almost had a happy ending in the chair!) Potentially have my eyebrows threaded. Relax. Walk around the city. Relax. Buy accessories I have no business buying and in no way need. Relax. *

I hope everyone has a fabulous weekend, and I would just like to take this time to blame Stretch for me taking a cab yesterday to jury duty and wasting money. I'll extrapolate on that later.

*Drinking should be added after each activity.

taking bets.

2005-08-25T23:26:00.000-04:00

It seems that Stretch and Killer were making bets about whether I would update my blog or call Stretch.

Sigh.

It seems I failed on both accounts. Or they would have somehow made money on both.

I do have to say though that my mother's internet is frustratingly slow. I mean glaciers move faster. The Titanic sunk faster than it does to load a page with any graphics on it.

Plus? We were constantly running around with appointments and whatnot, and let me tell you, a 3 hour time difference is a very large wall to leap. In fact, I didn't talk to anyone whilst I was at home. Not even CBF. If that makes Stretch feel any better.

So, I guess this is my 'sorry' post.

That? And I'm fucking crazy because I forgot I'm going to New York this weekend.

Just as i got back.

preparing for dry heat.

2005-08-17T12:24:00.000-04:00

Not to be confused with dry heaving.

Okay.

It must be time to take a break because that was just fucking atrocious.

I've been away this week due to my business with work and internship, but I'm about to jet off to dry heat with a layover in the city of sin, so I'll be posting more.

My music suggestion for the day though is "Blood Bleeds" by The Helio Sequence. It's one of those songs you can just listen to for hours and it kind of sounds like you're floating. I know that sounds weird, but at the moment with stress from work and whatnot, that's the best I can come up with.

Stretch? I'll be calling because I'll have reception and time.

where everybody knows your name.

2005-08-12T12:05:00.000-04:00

So who doesn't wish that they had a bar where you were considered a regular and got free drinks.

That has always sort of been my wish. I think it's the free drinks part that I would really love. Plus? Totally cool with the wait staff. I think the closest that this has ever happened since moving to DC is Nanny O'Brian's, and even then, it's only when I'm with Killer because she knows them. Plus? Cute bartender.

Note to self (and Killer) it's time to hit Nanny's again. Must see if CBC is still working there.

What I think is truly sad is that the front desk chick at my tanning salon doesn't ask for my name anymore when I go in.

So I haven't achieved that name thing yet with a bar, but I have with a tanning salon.

What is wrong with me?

stoned white guy dance.

2005-08-11T11:52:00.000-04:00

As Shortie said when we were discussing it, "You're body just isn't supposed to bend like that."

Shortie is a huge fan of Jerry Garcia. And I do mean Jerry Garcia, not just Grateful Dead, though that may be her main love. She's loved them for ages, and I guess, who can really blame her. I went through a bit of a Dead phase in high school, but it was mainly their Skeleton's in the Closet CD.

I remember having a discussion junior year in college, with a bunch of pretty preppy girls, and they were discussing how everyone goes through a hippie or punk stage. I mean, this one girl was talking about her hippie phase in high school, and I couldn't even fucking imagine it.

I still think she was lying.

Perhaps a hippie phase is a rite of passage that everyone does take and some people just don't grow out of.

I now know, for certain, that some just don't.

Due to the fact that Shortie was nice enough to accompany me to Iota for the Joseph Arthur concert, I agreed to go with her for the Jerry Garcia tribute concert on Tuesday.

And if anything, it was not all for naught considering I found out that August 9th is big because it was also the same day that Nixon resigned. Trivia fact I won't forget for at least a week.

I have never been to a Dead show, nor have I been to a Phish concert so I wasn't quite sure what kind of crowd to expect at the tribute concert, but I would have to say that Shortie and I were well below the mean age. Now there were some 'younger' people our age, some that were hot, but not that many. It seems that those preppy boys in New England travel down south too.

The place was fucking packed to the gills. I was surprised to say the least. Most of all when there was a person who traveled from California. California. For the concert. Like, dude, the man is dead and the person singing there on the stage 'sn't him. Not only that, but you're like at least mid-thirties and you've got a mouthful of fucking metal. I'm totally not standing next to you during a summer storm. When she was on stage for accepting her prize for traveling the furthest and she smiled, I thought I was going to be blinded by the reflection bouncing from her gaping maw. I know. It's a framed photo. It's cool. But try and not catch too many bugs.

As Shortie and I arrived early )she was taking pictures of the band for the band, so needed to be there early for a good spot), we found a space by the bar to order our drinks. Unfortunately it was next to one of the 'different' patrons who were excited about hearing Jerry's music. He immediately started blathering on to us about something, I can't even remember fucking what. I just remember thinking, a) where the fuck did the bartender go? and b) dude. Buy yourself some teeth. Everyone past the age of 40 does it. When there is nothing stopping any foreign object from getting into your mouth when it's in a closed position, it's time to look into some fucking options. There was also, of course, the last thought of, shut your fucking trap fuckwit.

I was a little tired and cranky.

I remember that Vh1 earlier this year was running a spcial on like high school fads or something. Or my high school years or something, and then had stars talking about them. One of them was a hippie one, and it had people talking about getting stoned and going to the different concerts. One of them, I believe it was Jim Breuer (good choice Vh1!), talking about the stoner hippie dance that everyone would do but was atrocious.

I had never seen it before Tuesday night.

It only took one song before some dude with his tie-dyed shirt with the Dead and long stringy hippy hair with no shoes busted to the front and started doing the dance. I mean. I think you could scare away people with the dance. It doesn't go along with the music. It looks a-tro-cious and ridiculous, wrapped in a 'what the fuck are you doing still dancing like this in your mid-40's' all wrapped into one. I was standing there thinking, Are you fucking kidding me? Then the mobs started joining in.

I can't even quite describe it. It's sorts of like, you know where if you were walking in a sheet and pretending to be a ghost with your arms out and walking in a weird way? It's kind of like that with a vicious bopping added to it. And this one dude, who should totally be sore, was doing this aggravated bopping back and forth. I'm surprised he didn't actually hurt someone.

Then of course there was the corporate sell-out trying to dance with his girlfriend. If you're wearing an ironed white short-sleeved button down shirt and front pleated khakis looking like any other geek drone, you're not allowed to try and rock out to Jerry's music. Or block my fucking view of the band, or almost step on me because you're trying to 'dance.' Fucker.

Then there was the other guy, clearly old, I mean count the number of hairs left on your head to tell your age, who replaced the annoying metronome dancer and starting doing a weird fucking fusion of the shake with a stoner movement. And get in my personal space and step on me. I was here first and you're just being obnoxious. Shake that flabby old ass away from me and towards the stage!

When not infringing on my personal space it was really funny, and the band did a really good of covering the songs and sending a good vibe to the crowd. They had this one musician with them, who played with Jerry at a concert and was fucking awesome. He had more soul in his tambourine than the entire band combined with the audience. He fucking rocked, especially when he got the lead on some songs. The voice and harmonica playing was almost what really made it for me.

What was interesting as well, was the size of the band. They had all the instruments, and as I told Shortie in the beginning, which? To make this easier for me from now on, I'm reverting to her nickname Stretch gave her in college. Sorry Killer. Hope you're not confused. Plus? I got bored with Shortie. I digress. So, I was telling Killer that I was excited someone was going to be playing the fiddle, because I really do love me some good, live fiddle playing in a band. And the girl was really good at it too.

I think stoners might single-handedly be the reason why there is the stigma that white men can't dance.

Or maybe they should really restrict that to, white straight men can't dance.

fucking cocksucker wanker

2005-08-04T15:30:00.000-04:00

I found this advert during my initial obsession with The OC last year.

Yes. Previous to the L Word.

And it's sad really, because I think that's pretty much gone now too. Well, we'll clearly have to wait and see about that, but for the moment I'm doing pretty good.

I digress though.

I fucking love to swear. I have a mouth like a sailor, and I know sometimes it does get me into a little trouble when there are times where I shouldn't swear, but I just love to do it. Plus, it can be funny or it can really help you vent when you're pissed.

I don't understand people that don't like to swear.

Anyway, an advert in Britain, because yeah, when we were all up in arms with a nipple people, has famous actors, mostly American and of the TV variety, including a gaggle of West Wingers and all of the Scrubs cast saying their favourite swear words.

It's fucking brilliant and hilarious. The original link I had died awhile ago and I've been dying to watch it again, and with a little sleuthing I found it.

Fucking hilarious. There are some weird web ads on the top but scroll down and it should start.

I think one of the fucking brilliant parts is actually watching the actor's expressions when they are saying them - ranging to slightly embarassed to ebullient.

Zach Braff bugs lately, though I did used to have a might crush on him, but he's one of the best. As is Rachel Bilson's reaction.

Anyway, Fuck is my favourite swear word. Just for the record. Though I do love them all.

ETA: If that link doesn't work, I personally was having some problems using it again, I found it again on another person's blog...which? Totally makes me seem like I'm copying, but whatever.

rain man of queer entertainment.

2005-08-02T08:22:00.000-04:00

Well.

I guess this shouldn't be a surprise.

I took a 'gay entertainment quiz' on planetout.com and this was what they wrote afterwards:

Wow -- you're the rain man of queer entertainment trivia! Either that, or you're
spending a little too much time studying that People magazine -- unless you're
getting ready to go on "Gay Jeopardy" or something.

Yeah.

Maybe they were right to send me 'Options.'

you fuck one goat...

2005-08-01T22:11:00.000-04:00

I went to go check my mail yesterday; mostly looking forward to getting my Entertainment Weekly, when instead I have a junk mail and a letter from something called 'Options."

It turns out that 'Options' is a gay dating service. It's bad enough when I get letters in the mail being all, 'Single? Join us!' I remember when Stretch would get really upset when she would get those letters, and i would laugh because I hadn't received them yet.

You know it's bad when you're getting gay dating service propostions. You make one donation to HRC and all the gay solicitations come out of the woodwork.

But at least I have 'options,' right?

what's your count?

2005-07-27T15:21:00.000-04:00

It's too hot, and I've been too tired to post anything of interest this week.

I'm still recovering from my visit to the city, and I can't shake the fatigue that I've had associated with the visit. Or it could be that I might be slightly sick, but trying not to succumb to that either. I choose to blame it on the heat right now.

Why again did our forefathers build on a swamp? Were they fucking crazy or stupid? I mean I realize it wasn't supposed to be inhabited by 'commoners,' but still.

One of the many fun things about an iTunes player is that it automatically creates a playlist with your most 25 played songs. This doesn't include songs that you skip. Only ones that are actually fully played. Along with the fact that you can always see the playcount of each song in your collection.

Clearly if you have a limited number of songs, your playcount for each should be high. Or if you like to listen to songs on repeat, like I do sometimes. It's interesting to look at the list though, to see what songs you have listened to the most, without inadvertently skipping them over.

My top played song? "Don't Panic," by Coldplay coming in way ahead of the game at 587 plays. Granted it's two and a half minutes long. Second is "In the Waiting Line" by Zero 7 at 451.

I have a hard time fathoming that I've listened to both of those songs so many times.

What's your #1 played song?

the smell of laundry turns me on.

2005-07-21T15:44:00.000-04:00

Before you judge, let me explain.

Smell is my strongest sense. Seriously. It's as if I didn't have one of my five senses and so my sense of smell was heightened. I can recognize perfumes with people walking by, often when others wouldn't even notice the perfume or cologne. Earlier this week as I was asking my boss about my time off to go to visit my mom, I noticed she was wearing a new scent, and asked if it was "Chance" by Chanel. She didn't know because it was a sample, and so went looking. It was one of those moments, where I was like, um, I was asking and now it's weird because you're digging through your gym bag. Turns out I was right. She was duly impressed. I was duly embarassed for inadvertently making it this huge thing.

My heightened olfactory sensitivity is most likely the reason why I am so obsessed with perfumes, and yes, I know. I sometimes will spray too much in the beginning, but it's fine by the time I get to work or wherever I am. I mean it's the reason I get compliments on how I smell, right? Just as I do when I'm not wearing a watch, I feel naked without perfume on. One time in college we were all going out to dinner and someone forgot something, as I realized I forgot to spray perfume, or we were looping around or something, but I remember that I made my friend pull over so I could run back in the dorm and spritz on perfume. My friend was nice enough to indulge me, but I know she thought I was crazy and slightly annoyed. I didn't care, I just felt better when I put it on.

When I find a scent of something that I really, really like I can't get enough of it. I'll practically shove my face in it and take massive sniffs. I went on a trip for my rehearsal dinner outfit with annoying girl and she made me stop by Neiman's to see about getting her Reef's for the summer. I realized that I hadn't sprayed perfume and so I was trying to find a scent to quickly spritz on. The sales people were overzealous. Neiman's. And so I grabbed the nearest bottle, did a quick check to make sure it wasn't obnoxious and sprayed it on. I found out like 30 minutes later as we were in the car how much I loved the scent. I kept on putting my wrist up to my nose and taking a deep whiff. I went home and looked online at Neiman's for like 2 hours, because I at least remembered the shape of the bottle. I thought I may have found it, but was all, I should definitely go to Neiman's and make sure. I made it back a few weeks later with CBF and the we were unable to find the correct bottle or scent. I was crushed.

The scent of Aqua di Gio for men drives me wild. I would crush a teddy bear if it was wearing the scent. I've found guys more attractive just for wearing it. I mean, people I wouldn't necessarily find attractive at all. Just because they're wearing it. Sometimes I will smell the trail of it in my hallway or of the person in front of me. I know, my olfactory skillz are freakishly strong.

So as I was on my way to Giant on Sunday to pick up my bus pass, I could smell the laundry along the route. Sunday being the natural laundry day, and apartments cluttering my walk to Giant. The wind being expelled by the dryers was fucking awesome. I mean it's clearly mostly softener that makes that smell, but I love it. I kept on taking big whiffs, and being all, man that fucking smells good. Cologne is a big turn on, but if they smelled like fresh laundry that would also for me be a big turn on. As a side note though, I think actually doing laundry is a total pain in the ass and hate doing it. I believe I would feel differently if I had laundry in my apartment rather than traipsing up and down two flights of stairs and down a long hallway. I always love briefly shoving my face in the pile of clothes that come out my laundry bag, that are still warm, and taking a big whiff.

I know. It's fucking bizarre.

Just on Monday, the day after I was walking along the street and having the realization that this fresh laundry smell kind of turns me on, in a reaction way of, "God this smells good," and let's take another whiff, two of my internship co-workers randomly brought up laundry. We all agreed that we didn't like to do it, but the other two were all, "It's my most hated chore!" One going on to say that she will do all the chores such as dishes and whatnot so that her partner would do the laundry. I was like, "Fuck no! Are you crazy?! Dishes and everything else is so much worse!" Well, I actually just said, "Really?" But that's because I want to keep my internship.

Fast-forward to today and I'm in CVS going to choose out new shoe inserts for my sneakers. Cheap-ass Diesel sneakers where the inserts came out promptly upon purchasing them. Okay, like 2 weeks. But. Still. And I've had the same inserts since then, which was like ages ago. It's the first time I've worn them this season, and felt it was time to get new ones. So yes. I'm gellin'. Thanks, Dr. Scholl. Anyway, so I'm swinging around and down another aisle when I stop in my tracks because I smell that awesome smell of fresh laundry slash dryer sheets. I pause briefly by the boxes and take another brief smell and am about to walk on, when I'm all, should I buy this brand considering I really enjoy it? More seemingly than others? Plus, it's CVS brand and it's a buy one get one free. I start to walk away, because really. I have both liquid softener and dryer sheets at home. But then, I start to backpedal. Maybe I can leave them in my office, leaving it smelling good? And really, can you beat a buy one, get one free? Come on Karen. Just get it.

I'm now sitting here with two boxes of CVS fabric softener, and they smell pretty good.

I know. I'm fucking strange.