Hey guys, you'll notice I put a little image in the left margin - it says January NaBloPoMo. NaBloPoMo stands for National Blog Posting Month. It started in November a few years ago as NaNoWriMo - National Novel Writing Month, wherein a bunch of fucking crazy people got together and tried to write a full-length novel by writing a certain number of words every day for just ONE MONTH omfg. I mean...crazy like a fox. I do want to try it sometime. Anyway. It's morphed into this thing where you can opt into any month you want and try to post every day during that month, not just November. I did this in 2007 and 2008 (it's actually really hard to believe it's been that long since I tried it again [TWO YEARS?] - apparently I really was traumatized by it, haha). You can find those posts by clicking on the pertinent tabs under this entry. So...that's what that's all about. Looks like posting will be another thing I leave till the next decade. In the meantime, I'll girding my loins (read: fortifying my underground bunker) for the inevitable clash of the amateurs that New Year's Eve will be. I suggest you do the same.
PS. I'm, like, compulsively trying to come up with a dirty joke for Girding My Loins = Fortifying My Underground Bunker...and still I got nothing. Help?!
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Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Sunday, November 30, 2008
How to Break a Fever
You guys, I'm totes sick today. So I'm going to use this, the last entry of NaBloPoMo 2008, to show you my fail-proof method for breaking a fever.
I know that everyone has a way to break a fever but my way doesn't involve swimming indoors for thirty laps, taking a hot shower, and drinking two shots of bourbon, or whatever it is your grandpa told you. My method has one easy step, it can be used on the first day that you feel sick, it's free, and it works every time. And there's absolutely no bourbon involved, which is great.
First, I have to tell you that I can always be sure I have a fever when I get chills - you know, when you feel strangely cold one minute, and horribly sweaty the next? A common mistake is to cover and uncover yourself as you feel too cold or too hot. I hate this feeling because it keeps me awake at night, it's annoying, and it makes me feel helpless. But no more!
The way to break a fever is to wear a sweatshirt and shorts (leaving the legs uncovered is mandatory), and pile two or three blankets on your bed. When you're cold, this will help you feel a little warmer. The important step is to NOT remove the coverings when you start sweating. LEAVE THE BLANKETS ON. I said that it was mandatory to leave the legs uncovered because at this point, you can stick your feet out from under the blanket and achieve some relief from the heat. However you absolutely must leave the coverings on and sweat. It's uncomfortable, but if you watch a couple of movies and eventually fall asleep out of pure sicky baby exhaustion, your fever will have broken by morning. Guaranteed.
The second, optional, step is to take a shower the next morning. You will feel at least 95% better than you did the night before, or your money back.
Now I'm going to go do my method and I'll let you know how it goes tomorrow.
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I know that everyone has a way to break a fever but my way doesn't involve swimming indoors for thirty laps, taking a hot shower, and drinking two shots of bourbon, or whatever it is your grandpa told you. My method has one easy step, it can be used on the first day that you feel sick, it's free, and it works every time. And there's absolutely no bourbon involved, which is great.
First, I have to tell you that I can always be sure I have a fever when I get chills - you know, when you feel strangely cold one minute, and horribly sweaty the next? A common mistake is to cover and uncover yourself as you feel too cold or too hot. I hate this feeling because it keeps me awake at night, it's annoying, and it makes me feel helpless. But no more!
The way to break a fever is to wear a sweatshirt and shorts (leaving the legs uncovered is mandatory), and pile two or three blankets on your bed. When you're cold, this will help you feel a little warmer. The important step is to NOT remove the coverings when you start sweating. LEAVE THE BLANKETS ON. I said that it was mandatory to leave the legs uncovered because at this point, you can stick your feet out from under the blanket and achieve some relief from the heat. However you absolutely must leave the coverings on and sweat. It's uncomfortable, but if you watch a couple of movies and eventually fall asleep out of pure sicky baby exhaustion, your fever will have broken by morning. Guaranteed.
The second, optional, step is to take a shower the next morning. You will feel at least 95% better than you did the night before, or your money back.
Now I'm going to go do my method and I'll let you know how it goes tomorrow.
I am a participant in NaBloPoMo 2008. Post every day in November. That's all you have to do.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Full Circus
So here's a video of Britney performing Womanizer on the French television show Star Academy. It's supposed to be a, like, harbinger of her comeback, but I think the performance is a little bland.
Given: this show would be considered a triumph beyond words for most of us, and this is a huge improvement over that ghastly VMA performance. But Britney was always a dancer, and she barely does anything in this and seems more tired than anything else. I wonder if it would be such a bad thing for her to take even more time off? She's not in any danger of losing the spotlight, so maybe she could just eat grilled chicken and work out and get therapy and everything and then come back and really show us what a comeback is. Instead of - yes, I'm saying it - this half-assed bullshit.
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Given: this show would be considered a triumph beyond words for most of us, and this is a huge improvement over that ghastly VMA performance. But Britney was always a dancer, and she barely does anything in this and seems more tired than anything else. I wonder if it would be such a bad thing for her to take even more time off? She's not in any danger of losing the spotlight, so maybe she could just eat grilled chicken and work out and get therapy and everything and then come back and really show us what a comeback is. Instead of - yes, I'm saying it - this half-assed bullshit.
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Friday, November 28, 2008
I'm Judging You: Holiday Edition!
When you take your kids out to eat at a fancy restaurant on Thanksgiving and insist on sitting outside in the cold so you can smoke...
I'm judging you.
When you take your young kids out to eat at a fancy restaurant on Thanksgiving and ignore them when they start to scream...
I'm judging you.
When your kid trips a waiter (on purpose) and you reprimand said waiter for spilling water on or near your shoes...
I'm judging you.
When you go out into the public sphere and generally act like a fucking douchebag in front of your kid...
I'm judging you.
When you see me staring at you, furrowing my brow, and mouthing the words "you're a tragic waste of space"...
Yeah, I'm judging you.
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I'm judging you.
When you take your young kids out to eat at a fancy restaurant on Thanksgiving and ignore them when they start to scream...
I'm judging you.
When your kid trips a waiter (on purpose) and you reprimand said waiter for spilling water on or near your shoes...
I'm judging you.
When you go out into the public sphere and generally act like a fucking douchebag in front of your kid...
I'm judging you.
When you see me staring at you, furrowing my brow, and mouthing the words "you're a tragic waste of space"...
Yeah, I'm judging you.
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Thursday, November 27, 2008
A Very Brown Thanksgiving
My family has always been exceedingly casual about celebrating Thanksgiving.
For many of my childhood years, my dad was working and my mom was using the break from being the schoolwork taskmaster to catch up on other stuff, so we usually had pizza or a regular meal for our Thanksgiving "feast". As a kid, this was really irritating because everyone else was seeing their grandparents or traveling or whatever, and it was just another boring day for me.
Now that I think about it, my parents' utter disregard for Thanksgiving Tradition probably also has to do with the fact that they were both raised in Canada, where Thanksgiving is much less of a bloated event than it is here in the States. I don't care that much anymore - having been to a couple of traditional Thanksgivings since moving in with Kyle, I can say with authority that I could take it or leave it. Thanksgiving prep seems like a lot of consternation for a meal that lasts only half an hour and literally gets turned into poop half an hour after that (not that I would know anything about that part).
So I was only slightly interested when my mom told me that today we'd be going to eat at an Indian restaurant for "Thanksgiving Brunch". I really wanted to tell her that there's no such thing as "Thanksgiving Brunch", but when you think about it, it's not like we're having the traditional meal, but just at the wrong time...we're eating INDIAN FOOD. The only thing that makes it Thanksgiving Indian Food is the fact that it falls on this particular Thursday - and really, once you've broken with the way things are done in such a major way, why not just take it on to home base?
This year I'm thankful for Kyle, who has always been my most ardent supporter, in all things...even going back to school, when it meant that I would be far, far away and selfish. I'm thankful for being able to go back to school. I'm thankful for my family. And I'm thankful for Indian food.
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For many of my childhood years, my dad was working and my mom was using the break from being the schoolwork taskmaster to catch up on other stuff, so we usually had pizza or a regular meal for our Thanksgiving "feast". As a kid, this was really irritating because everyone else was seeing their grandparents or traveling or whatever, and it was just another boring day for me.
Now that I think about it, my parents' utter disregard for Thanksgiving Tradition probably also has to do with the fact that they were both raised in Canada, where Thanksgiving is much less of a bloated event than it is here in the States. I don't care that much anymore - having been to a couple of traditional Thanksgivings since moving in with Kyle, I can say with authority that I could take it or leave it. Thanksgiving prep seems like a lot of consternation for a meal that lasts only half an hour and literally gets turned into poop half an hour after that (not that I would know anything about that part).
So I was only slightly interested when my mom told me that today we'd be going to eat at an Indian restaurant for "Thanksgiving Brunch". I really wanted to tell her that there's no such thing as "Thanksgiving Brunch", but when you think about it, it's not like we're having the traditional meal, but just at the wrong time...we're eating INDIAN FOOD. The only thing that makes it Thanksgiving Indian Food is the fact that it falls on this particular Thursday - and really, once you've broken with the way things are done in such a major way, why not just take it on to home base?
This year I'm thankful for Kyle, who has always been my most ardent supporter, in all things...even going back to school, when it meant that I would be far, far away and selfish. I'm thankful for being able to go back to school. I'm thankful for my family. And I'm thankful for Indian food.
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008
HOW DID I MANAGE THIS
If you go to my Twitter page (linkies over on the left) you'll see what I got up to last night. For those of you who are too lazy to click over there, I'll give you a short summary: I made some good decisions (went out with an old friend), and then I made some bad decisions (started with tequila, continued with vodka, ended with whiskey *shudder*). And now I'm hung over. Maybe I'll give you a better play-by-play later, but for now I'm going to lie back down and listen to my innards churn.
By the way, the title is in reference to the fact that I am still on the wagon with NaBloPoMo.
I am a participant in NaBloPoMo 2008. Post every day in November. That's all you have to do.
By the way, the title is in reference to the fact that I am still on the wagon with NaBloPoMo.
I am a participant in NaBloPoMo 2008. Post every day in November. That's all you have to do.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Sometimes I fall asleep...
...and wake up days later and don't know where I am or what I've been doing. Apparently, I've created an alter-ego for myself and posted hilarious Casual Encounters ads on Craigslist. Here's what I mean:
This will also explain the lifeless roars that have been haunting my dreams lately.
PS. I really did find this in the Best-Of category of Craigslist, and I have to say that I agree.
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I am a very career-focused, attractive, 5'9, 120lb woman who is seeking a man who is willing to fulfill my ultimate sexual fantasy. I am an executive with a very successful corporation that keeps me very busy and I sometimes have difficulty finding men who share similar interests to my own in the bedroom.
Nothing turns me on more then Jurassic Park themed role play. You must be the animatronic dinosaur, and I must be the helpless child (Tim or Lex) stuck in the park at your mercy.
You will growl mechanically into my ear and stare threateningly. I will feign panic and search for the flash light in the back seat of the visitor jeep. You will sniff at the window slowly and then release a robotic roar into the night air. I scream for Alan Grant, but your over sized robot jaws come crashing down through the overhead window, pinning me to the floor.
I cannot stress this enough however, you must play as a ROBOTIC dinosaur. This is very specific, my interest lie entirely in animatronic dinosaurs, not real ones. I thought I should mention this as there have been unfortunate miscommunications in the past, leading to performances that have left me without an orgasm.
Other situations could include you being the dilophasaurus and spitting in my face and then going for my jugular. Or you could be the ill and moaning triceratops, and I would be Ellie Sadler, digging through your stool to find the source of the ailment. More or less any scene from the film involving a mechanical dinosaur interacting with a human will do fine.
I don't like wasting my time, so make sure you do your homework and watch the film and make sure you can fully embrace the mindset of an animatronic dinosaur. I am an incredibly sexual person and I would make it a blockbuster night that you would never forget.
This will also explain the lifeless roars that have been haunting my dreams lately.
PS. I really did find this in the Best-Of category of Craigslist, and I have to say that I agree.
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Monday, November 24, 2008
Major Dragging
So...MONDAY. Today both of my classes were "freebies" - in Econ I just watched a couple of presentations about economies of the world, and in Theology I had a true/false quiz about Baptism: Painless. Tomorrow I have my English classes, which should be great - I'm supposed to have read an article for Lit Crit and up to chapter 10 in Lord Jim. God, it's going to pretty much be a Friday (since Thanksgiving break starts on Wednesday), though! What do they want from me!? Participation!? The horror.
I seriously believe that the only thing worse than having to read a Hardy novel is having to read a Conrad novel, and the only thing worse than a Conrad novel is a Pynchon novel. The next item (and epitome) of that list used to be James Joyce, but after reading those letters of his last week I've developed a soft spot for him. I know, it sounds weird, but I'm just going to assume that his unadulterated insanity has to have some origins in the heart. So from now on Joyce gets filed under "Lovable Crazies" with David Foster Wallace and Shel Silverstein. This probably makes me a poor candidate for graduate school in Literature, but there's always the Milton-Chaucer-Shakespeare route, right?
None of my 19th Century aggravation, however, means that I won't study them just to have something else to sound snobby about.
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I seriously believe that the only thing worse than having to read a Hardy novel is having to read a Conrad novel, and the only thing worse than a Conrad novel is a Pynchon novel. The next item (and epitome) of that list used to be James Joyce, but after reading those letters of his last week I've developed a soft spot for him. I know, it sounds weird, but I'm just going to assume that his unadulterated insanity has to have some origins in the heart. So from now on Joyce gets filed under "Lovable Crazies" with David Foster Wallace and Shel Silverstein. This probably makes me a poor candidate for graduate school in Literature, but there's always the Milton-Chaucer-Shakespeare route, right?
None of my 19th Century aggravation, however, means that I won't study them just to have something else to sound snobby about.
I am a participant in NaBloPoMo 2008. Post every day in November. That's all you have to do.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Rahmbo
Every day I see someone associated with Obama do something incredible. I'm so fucking refreshed it's like a Summer's Eve commercial up in this piece.
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Saturday, November 22, 2008
Weekend Update: Stupid Edition
Okay. I am officially out of things to talk about, so I'm just going to go over what I did this weekend, day by day, and that way I'm sure to fill up at least three paragraphs of material (boring though that material may be), and therefore fulfill my NaBloPoMo requirements. Ready? Let's go!
Thursday
Went to class (nothing special). Lauren and John were in town from Austin - house-sitting while Lauren's parents were gone somewhere - so Marion and I went and ate dinner with them at Mayuri, which was awesome as usual. Then I went home and fell asleep.
Friday
Went to class (still nothing special). Went home and lounged around. Marion and I went to Lauren's house and watched Black Sheep with her and John. Black Sheep is a horror movie about zombie sheep, and it was incredible. The production values were INSANE for a movie as crappy as that. It was recommended to us by the Hot Asshole waiter at Brazil, so we're going to go back there at some point and tell him we saw it and hopefully get him to talk to us some more. After Black Sheep we ate sushi, which was delicious, and went to Shadwell Wake, which I think I wrote about last night. It turned out to be an alright time. There was a band playing that was SUPER COOL but I didn't get the name, so I'll have to find out. Imagine Ryan Adams and the Cardinals, but drunk on moonshine in Louisiana in the 1900s, and you'll have this band. One of the guys played a solo on a fucking SAW with a BOW. That is some rock n' roll from the boonies, you guys. I drank two glasses of wine there, didn't see anyone I went there to see (namely some profs and a fun guy from both of my English classes), and went home to pass out by midnight.
Saturday
Marion and I woke up at 10 and went to play Cranium at Lauren's with her and John. John and Marion won, Lauren and I came in a close second (ha ha). Then we went to lunch and had Chinese food, and then we came home and played Little Big Planet, which was really fun until someone taught Marion how to slap - after which she just followed me around and knocked me over while I was trying to complete the missions. THEN I came home and got dressed for a birthday party, which I think I was invited to by mistake, drank two vodka gimlets, and now I'm here (at home). I felt like a fucking lush because people were like, "what are you drinking?" and when I told them they asked to have a taste (this happened about 4 times), and I obliged, and then they were all, like, "so you're a drinker then." WTF? Apparently they all thought my drink was insanely strong and were very impressed with me, which is beyond hilarious, and also kind of distressing because I was happy that the bartender had made my drink so weak. As I was driving home I was overcome with the urge to stop at McDonald's and eat like forty chicken mcnuggets but I resisted. So I'm starving. But drunk. And it's 11:15, so...I'm lame.
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Thursday
Went to class (nothing special). Lauren and John were in town from Austin - house-sitting while Lauren's parents were gone somewhere - so Marion and I went and ate dinner with them at Mayuri, which was awesome as usual. Then I went home and fell asleep.
Friday
Went to class (still nothing special). Went home and lounged around. Marion and I went to Lauren's house and watched Black Sheep with her and John. Black Sheep is a horror movie about zombie sheep, and it was incredible. The production values were INSANE for a movie as crappy as that. It was recommended to us by the Hot Asshole waiter at Brazil, so we're going to go back there at some point and tell him we saw it and hopefully get him to talk to us some more. After Black Sheep we ate sushi, which was delicious, and went to Shadwell Wake, which I think I wrote about last night. It turned out to be an alright time. There was a band playing that was SUPER COOL but I didn't get the name, so I'll have to find out. Imagine Ryan Adams and the Cardinals, but drunk on moonshine in Louisiana in the 1900s, and you'll have this band. One of the guys played a solo on a fucking SAW with a BOW. That is some rock n' roll from the boonies, you guys. I drank two glasses of wine there, didn't see anyone I went there to see (namely some profs and a fun guy from both of my English classes), and went home to pass out by midnight.
Saturday
Marion and I woke up at 10 and went to play Cranium at Lauren's with her and John. John and Marion won, Lauren and I came in a close second (ha ha). Then we went to lunch and had Chinese food, and then we came home and played Little Big Planet, which was really fun until someone taught Marion how to slap - after which she just followed me around and knocked me over while I was trying to complete the missions. THEN I came home and got dressed for a birthday party, which I think I was invited to by mistake, drank two vodka gimlets, and now I'm here (at home). I felt like a fucking lush because people were like, "what are you drinking?" and when I told them they asked to have a taste (this happened about 4 times), and I obliged, and then they were all, like, "so you're a drinker then." WTF? Apparently they all thought my drink was insanely strong and were very impressed with me, which is beyond hilarious, and also kind of distressing because I was happy that the bartender had made my drink so weak. As I was driving home I was overcome with the urge to stop at McDonald's and eat like forty chicken mcnuggets but I resisted. So I'm starving. But drunk. And it's 11:15, so...I'm lame.
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Friday, November 21, 2008
Friday
You guys, I am so sprung on Fridays lately that it's starting to be a little weird. It's like I'm back in middle school again and I'm going to sleep over at my best friend's house and talk about how hawt Mark McGrath is...well, these lyrics will help you understand:
I don't think the Aquabats know about YouTube yet, since I could not for the life of me find an official music video online. I chose this one instead because it is hilarious.
Later today, Marion, Lauren, John and I are going to be busy busy bees! We're going to watch Black Sheep (maybe), then go to dinner, and then we're going to this Shadwell Wake event at my school. It's a party thrown by the English Honors Society to celebrate the death of this poet, Thomas Shadwell. We're celebrating it because he was terrible and we're glad he's dead so he can't write poetry anymore!
Here is an example of how much he stinks:
People are going to dress up in funeral clothes, someone will do a reading of his poetry, and there'll be a procession and everything. Isn't that hilarious!? Everyone I've talked to about this has raised their eyebrows and called me a nerd, so I retreat and say something about how I was promised free drinks and underclassmen aren't allowed. But I'm going because it's funny. I'm not going to drink (much) because one of my professors is going and I don't want to say something (overly) stupid to him. I had a nightmare last night that I walked up to him and said, "I LIKE YOUR SHIRTS THAT YOU WEAR" in my best slurry drunk voice. There's nothing like waking up preemptively embarrassed to ensure good behavior.
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I don't think the Aquabats know about YouTube yet, since I could not for the life of me find an official music video online. I chose this one instead because it is hilarious.
Later today, Marion, Lauren, John and I are going to be busy busy bees! We're going to watch Black Sheep (maybe), then go to dinner, and then we're going to this Shadwell Wake event at my school. It's a party thrown by the English Honors Society to celebrate the death of this poet, Thomas Shadwell. We're celebrating it because he was terrible and we're glad he's dead so he can't write poetry anymore!
Here is an example of how much he stinks:
Love in their little veins inspires
Love in their little veins inspires
their cheerful notes, their soft desires.
While heat makes buds and blossoms spring,
those pretty couples love and sing.
But winter puts out their desire,
and half the year they want love's fire.
People are going to dress up in funeral clothes, someone will do a reading of his poetry, and there'll be a procession and everything. Isn't that hilarious!? Everyone I've talked to about this has raised their eyebrows and called me a nerd, so I retreat and say something about how I was promised free drinks and underclassmen aren't allowed. But I'm going because it's funny. I'm not going to drink (much) because one of my professors is going and I don't want to say something (overly) stupid to him. I had a nightmare last night that I walked up to him and said, "I LIKE YOUR SHIRTS THAT YOU WEAR" in my best slurry drunk voice. There's nothing like waking up preemptively embarrassed to ensure good behavior.
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Thursday, November 20, 2008
Block: The Name Drop Entry
It took me until today to get NaBloPoMo writer's block. That's impressive to me, as the month is - for all intents and purposes - pretty much over. Anyway, I can't think of any one topic that can command my attention for an entire entry, so prepare yourself for a disjointed, clip-show like read today. Besides, all I want to talk about right now is "sounding" and how it's horrible. But I won't (you're welcome, John).
Instead, I will talk about leggings. Leggings! I bought a couple of pairs this week, which means that I am about to embark on a magical, season-long journey in which I wear leggings as pants. People (namely, the Fug Girls) rail against this trend constantly, but I think it's only annoying when certain people (Lindsay Lohan) only wear leggings-as-pants and never any pants proper. I intend to continue wearing actual pants in addition to the occasional legging.
Here's one of the pairs that I bought.
And here is the other:
I just realized now that they're both navy. Umm...navy is supposedly the "new neutral" and now it's okay to wear it with black, so that's fantastic! I'll be fine. Besides, I have so fucking uncreative when it comes to colours and stuff that I stick to a pretty limited colour palette in my wardrobe so if all else fails I can throw random articles on and at least they'll be of complimentary hue. That's my secret. Well, I have two secrets. 1. All colours in the same colour palette so even if you try to get creative you can't fuck up too badly, and 2. Know your silhouette.
Speaking of leggings, I just found a pair that costs $700. That was not a typo: SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS. What the fuck!? I don't understand how anything (besides party dresses or very fancy shoes/handbags) could possibly justify a price tag like that. At some point you cease paying for craftsmanship and start paying for the privilege of saying that you paid $700 for a pair of leggings. LEGGINGS.
Okay, so now that I've thoroughly wasted your time talking about leggings for two paragraphs (I'm sorry!) I will do you a big favor and turn you on to James Joyce's dirty letters to Nora. I'm including a link under Favourite Links so you can just click right over and enjoy. These are NSFW, and (SPOILER!!) James Joyce is what they call an "ass man", so they're probably NSFHome either, but...it's literary, right? Enjoy.
I am a participant in NaBloPoMo 2008. Post every day in November. That's all you have to do.
Instead, I will talk about leggings. Leggings! I bought a couple of pairs this week, which means that I am about to embark on a magical, season-long journey in which I wear leggings as pants. People (namely, the Fug Girls) rail against this trend constantly, but I think it's only annoying when certain people (Lindsay Lohan) only wear leggings-as-pants and never any pants proper. I intend to continue wearing actual pants in addition to the occasional legging.
Here's one of the pairs that I bought.
And here is the other:
I just realized now that they're both navy. Umm...navy is supposedly the "new neutral" and now it's okay to wear it with black, so that's fantastic! I'll be fine. Besides, I have so fucking uncreative when it comes to colours and stuff that I stick to a pretty limited colour palette in my wardrobe so if all else fails I can throw random articles on and at least they'll be of complimentary hue. That's my secret. Well, I have two secrets. 1. All colours in the same colour palette so even if you try to get creative you can't fuck up too badly, and 2. Know your silhouette.
Speaking of leggings, I just found a pair that costs $700. That was not a typo: SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS. What the fuck!? I don't understand how anything (besides party dresses or very fancy shoes/handbags) could possibly justify a price tag like that. At some point you cease paying for craftsmanship and start paying for the privilege of saying that you paid $700 for a pair of leggings. LEGGINGS.
Okay, so now that I've thoroughly wasted your time talking about leggings for two paragraphs (I'm sorry!) I will do you a big favor and turn you on to James Joyce's dirty letters to Nora. I'm including a link under Favourite Links so you can just click right over and enjoy. These are NSFW, and (SPOILER!!) James Joyce is what they call an "ass man", so they're probably NSFHome either, but...it's literary, right? Enjoy.
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Chad Vader, the Day Shift Manager
Seeing Vader in such a pathetic position makes me cringe. Only a little though, since I watched the Star Wars films for the first time in the mid 90s and at that point I was way more terrified of E.T. Besides, I already knew that (SPOILER ALERT!!) he was Luke's father, and anyone who contributed to someone as cute as Mark Hamill couldn't be all bad, right? Yeah, I was just as shallow then as I am now.
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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Where the Wild Things Are (maybe test footage)
You guys,
Watch this.
Now look me in the eye and tell me you're not going to see the fuck out of this movie when it comes out. I liked this book a lot as a kid, and I am going to see this movie and probably cry my damn brains out. It looks beautiful.
Here is another shot that's rumored to come from the movie. Max's suit is different in this one, and it's a different Wild Thing sitting on the beach. I've heard some crazy rumors about this movie needing to be completely re-shot, some sequences taken out and redone in CG, release dates all scrambled...so that may have something to do with this being different.
I don't care. It all looks so great.
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Watch this.
Now look me in the eye and tell me you're not going to see the fuck out of this movie when it comes out. I liked this book a lot as a kid, and I am going to see this movie and probably cry my damn brains out. It looks beautiful.
Here is another shot that's rumored to come from the movie. Max's suit is different in this one, and it's a different Wild Thing sitting on the beach. I've heard some crazy rumors about this movie needing to be completely re-shot, some sequences taken out and redone in CG, release dates all scrambled...so that may have something to do with this being different.
I don't care. It all looks so great.
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Monday, November 17, 2008
So Gay
I haven't said anything about the passing of Prop 8 because I don't know how anyone could think it was a good idea. I can't even begin to understand it. And it makes me so angry that this is legal, in this day and age, as they say, that I can't speak or write rationally about it. How about this:
I don't want to be associated in any way with people who would deny gay people the right to marry.
People who are against gay marriage are afraid that the gays will destroy marriage. They are afraid that if we make it okay for one man to marry another, or for one woman to marry another, soon it will be allowed for one man to marry a cow, or one woman to marry a fencepost. I categorically reject this line of thinking and hereby announce that we can't be friends if you believe this. I am of the age now where I am not only responsible for my own actions, but how the actions of others reflect on me. If I hang out with people who are, by my definition, oppressive and cruel, I am complicit in their oppression and cruelty. I can't in good conscience be part of it.
In my view, it is the same law as the anti-miscegenation laws of the 1960s, which kept white people from marrying members of other races. That law would have made my love for Kyle and his for me a punishable offense. If you support Proposition 8, you are against my love; you are against me. And if you're against me, you should find some other friend.
See? Too angry. Obama says that hoping is okay, that it is, in some way, profitable. I want to talk about permanent, legally binding gay marriage like it's on the near horizon, but I can't right now. I'm too sad.
But I saw this picture (via Jezebel) from one of the Prop 8 protests and I think it says what I want to say.
Other bloggers are loath to influence their readers in any way, but on this front, I am not. If I can influence even one of you out there to do the right thing, then I hope this works.
Remember: when it comes to be your turn to decide whether or not gay people should be able to marry...you need to vote yes. You need to vote FOR gay marriage.
I promise - it's just love. And you may get to go to some really great receptions.
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I don't want to be associated in any way with people who would deny gay people the right to marry.
People who are against gay marriage are afraid that the gays will destroy marriage. They are afraid that if we make it okay for one man to marry another, or for one woman to marry another, soon it will be allowed for one man to marry a cow, or one woman to marry a fencepost. I categorically reject this line of thinking and hereby announce that we can't be friends if you believe this. I am of the age now where I am not only responsible for my own actions, but how the actions of others reflect on me. If I hang out with people who are, by my definition, oppressive and cruel, I am complicit in their oppression and cruelty. I can't in good conscience be part of it.
In my view, it is the same law as the anti-miscegenation laws of the 1960s, which kept white people from marrying members of other races. That law would have made my love for Kyle and his for me a punishable offense. If you support Proposition 8, you are against my love; you are against me. And if you're against me, you should find some other friend.
See? Too angry. Obama says that hoping is okay, that it is, in some way, profitable. I want to talk about permanent, legally binding gay marriage like it's on the near horizon, but I can't right now. I'm too sad.
But I saw this picture (via Jezebel) from one of the Prop 8 protests and I think it says what I want to say.
Other bloggers are loath to influence their readers in any way, but on this front, I am not. If I can influence even one of you out there to do the right thing, then I hope this works.
Remember: when it comes to be your turn to decide whether or not gay people should be able to marry...you need to vote yes. You need to vote FOR gay marriage.
I promise - it's just love. And you may get to go to some really great receptions.
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Sunday, November 16, 2008
America. Fuck yeah.
A picture says a thousand words, but can all 1000 words be the same? If so, that word would be "YES". As a matter of fact:
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES.
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Saturday, November 15, 2008
STOP CORRUPTING MY MEMORIES OF A HAPPIER TIME (an Open Letter to Hollywood)
"Evan Rachel Wood has "finally" found a guy her age: The 21-year-old was seen making out with Joseph Gordon Levitt, 27." (from Jezebel)
Here is a web I made in MS Paint to illustrate my point. This could go SO MUCH FARTHER but...I can't. I just can't. I started out laughing and now I have an incredible headache. ENJOY! Oh - you should click on it to make it bigger (that's what she said [yes, I went there]).
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Dear Hollywood,
What the hell? I understand that celebrities can only very rarely find someone they can trust outside of the spotlight - I'm sure it seems like everyone has an ulterior motive when you get famous - and this makes it sort of necessary for the manic inbreeding that goes on among the rich and famous. I may be speaking from a place of blissful ignorance, but it used to be that you couldn't draw a 6-degrees-from-Kevin-Bacon-esque web with actual celebrity couples (strangely enough, Kevin Bacon himself can only be linked to his wife, Kyra Sedgwick). AND NOW YOU CAN. Everyone either needs to stop being so completely slutty OR keep it under wraps for god's sake, have a little dignity!
Love,
-Priya
Here is a web I made in MS Paint to illustrate my point. This could go SO MUCH FARTHER but...I can't. I just can't. I started out laughing and now I have an incredible headache. ENJOY! Oh - you should click on it to make it bigger (that's what she said [yes, I went there]).
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Friday, November 14, 2008
Duck Tales Theme
Enjoy that song as it rattles around in your brain for the rest of your life. You're welcome.
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Thursday, November 13, 2008
Something
I don't know why, but there's something about this scene in Office Space that makes me so happy.
So happy, in fact, that immediately after watching it I formed a crush on all three men featured. These crushes live to this day, about 3 years after I first saw the movie. Now that I think about it, actually, this probably has something to do with EHS and the fucking infuriating, absolutely constant problems we all had with laptops there, and the fact that these guys are wearing ties. TIES. That's so hot.
MMMmmm...
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So happy, in fact, that immediately after watching it I formed a crush on all three men featured. These crushes live to this day, about 3 years after I first saw the movie. Now that I think about it, actually, this probably has something to do with EHS and the fucking infuriating, absolutely constant problems we all had with laptops there, and the fact that these guys are wearing ties. TIES. That's so hot.
MMMmmm...
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Motif
God. My parents are turning into my grandparents. It's not even funny. The other day the three of us were watching The Office and I said something about one of the older characters being "like, a hundred years old," when he was really only about 50. My mom looked over at me and jokingly said, "so your parents are a hundred years old?" And I said, "YEAH." My dad piped in and said, "we're 100 when you put our ages together." Mom laughed and said, "...Oh my god. We are. We're a hundred." It was hilarious how disturbing this news was to her.
Then, after we finished the episode, they started talking about how they had a picture of me at like 3 months old, sitting on a table during our first Diwali. They were reminiscing about how cute I was (I will concur with them on this point: I was a cute baby. WAY cuter than my brother ever was). And then my dad broke out the photo album and sat down next to me, and my mom sat on my other side, and we looked at naked baby pictures of me for half an hour.
So my question is: What the hell?
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Then, after we finished the episode, they started talking about how they had a picture of me at like 3 months old, sitting on a table during our first Diwali. They were reminiscing about how cute I was (I will concur with them on this point: I was a cute baby. WAY cuter than my brother ever was). And then my dad broke out the photo album and sat down next to me, and my mom sat on my other side, and we looked at naked baby pictures of me for half an hour.
So my question is: What the hell?
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