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.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
so i got a number.
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.
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.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
how bad is cupid?
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.
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.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
while i should be unpacking...
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.
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.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
i'm officially wrong.
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.
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.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
some text message conversations.
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
a lion made me cry.
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.
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.
Monday, July 28, 2008
text speak.
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.
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.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
facebook etiquette.
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.
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.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
summer jams.
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.
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.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
jet-lag totally blows.
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.
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.
Monday, October 08, 2007
mission: failed!
Wow.
Not that anyone should really be shocked, but I guess it didn’t take too long for “
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
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
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 26th 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 23rd, or at least be ready to save my ass.
Monday, October 01, 2007
i quit!
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.
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.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
ipod roulette.
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!
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!
Saturday, September 29, 2007
mission: impossible. daily posts until i move.
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?
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?
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
the sad song.
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
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
Monday, May 21, 2007
sunday.
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
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
Sunday, May 13, 2007
my condolences, mrs. vonnegut.
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.
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.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
ding dong the witch is dead!
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!
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!
Thursday, May 10, 2007
ipod roulette.
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.
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.
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