After this scintilating week of content
I'm heading out of town again! For me, the 4th of July means Stone Harbor. Have a great long weekend people.
Oh, and go see Superman Returns -- I saw it on Wednesday night, and it was pretty awesome.
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I'm heading out of town again! For me, the 4th of July means Stone Harbor. Have a great long weekend people.
The always entertaining Best Week Ever blog has a roundup of 90210 characters/actors. It was a lot of fun to read, and kicked me back in time to the simpler days of loving Dylan McKay with all my heart, and believing in blonde power above all else (as I always always chose Kelly over Brenda). But the piece irked me, as it kept getting one thing majorly wrong. One thing that is very important, at least in my eyes. Kelly & Brandon did not end up together! He left the show before it even ended! Kelly and Dylan were together in the final scene! What's wrong with you people?? Also, the Kelly/Dylan relationship went on for years and years, in the background of every other relationship both of them ever had, whereas Kelly/Brandon was a comparative blip. I mean hullo, anybody else remember the previous life flashbacks of Kelly and Dylan in the Wild Wild West? Soul mates! So, uh, stop it guys. Kelly & Dylan 4 Eva!
And tan, and relaxed, and embarassingly blonde. The Radeckerts are happily married and enjoying their honeymoon in Aruba, and the vacationers are back to the real world. It was a great vacation on Sanibel Island. Note I said "vacation," not trip -- it was the first real one of those I've had in I don't know how long! Six whole days of relaxing on the beach, you can't beat that! You can check out my pics here for a taste of our tropical adventure. I saw lots and lots of cool animals, including dolphins, sea falcons, lizards, pelicans, and a gopher tortoise named Darwin.
I mean, unless you are. But my point is, I'm on vacation in celebration of Rosie's nuptuals until next Wednesday, so have lovely weekends and look forward to the bloggy musings of a much tanner blogs t r e t c h next week.
Who came over to my house while I was at work today and cleaned my bathroom?
OK. The rational part of my brain isn't so much "believing" that this is real, but regardless, it's creepy as all hell. Super, duper, mega, ultra creepy. For those of you who haven't clicked away yet, I'm referring to Genepets. What's a Genepet?
Now, go to their site and look at the picture.
The Genpets™ are Pre-Packaged, Bioengineered pets implemented today!
That’s right, Genpets are not toys or robots. They are living, breathing genetic animals.
Out of the packages,They explain that Genepets aren't yet approved for resale, so, duh! That's why you can't get one yet. Not because they're not real! Because they are! Real, creepy, plastic-packaged, living, breathing results of DNA "modification." (Just like dolls, puppies and human babies!) *Double Shudder* If XMen 3 taught us not to remove third arms, shouldn't Jurassic Park have taught us not to f**k with DNA for recreational purposes? Go explore the "information" about Genepets and let me know what you think. I'll be showering and reconsidering my involvement in organized religion in the mean time.
Genpets™ have limited mobility. Like dolls, puppies or human babies, they must be looked after and cared for. Upon waking from its dormant state the Genpet™ will immediatly bond or imprint to your child.
Places I want to be right now: A boat. Preferably, Double Eagle.
Or is dubbing something you've just created "viral" overstepping things a bit? Something has to first spread virally before being classified as viral. Right? Or has this term become like "pop" music, where it doesn't actually mean popular, but a genre? If I recorded myself dancing around my bedroom and never put it online, would that be a viral video, just by virtue of being? Much like helmet laws, this is deeply philosophical. I hope you enjoyed this popular famous viral blog post.
The issue of helmet laws for motorcycles is a "deeply philosophical one." He said it twice on the radio this morning. I'm sure that if Socrates, Descartes, Voltaire or Kant were alive today, they'd all sit around pondering the finite meanings of Helmet Liberty.
Last night Jenna and I went to see Love's Labor Lost at The Shakespeare Theater Company. I was a bit warry at first when I realized that this was one of those let's put the play in a crazy different setting and hope it works! type deals. I generally find that approach to be all affect with little relavence, and that they often add nothing to the story. When I realized that the particular brand of re-imagining here included setting the play in 1960s India, where the courtiers in search of englightenment were a rock band, the fool a burn out, the French royalty a Vespa-riding gang of gogo femmebots... I was even more worried. But the production took itself with a grain of salt and was just silly enough to be awesome and hilarious (though, and times, the costumes were a little too wacky -- an animal print pimp coat was repurposed as a Spanish military one). Oh, did I mention that they kind of turned it into a musical? Yeah. It could have potentially been a ridiculous piece of crap, but it was genius. Loved it! If someone happens to offer you a free ticket to this show, as happened to me, take it! Or, ya know, pay for one. It was great.
Seeking: Individual with expendable time in the Northern VA area on June 29th. Individual must posess baby skills, for the care of babies, and the sitting of babies. Babies! Actually, just baby, singular. Name: Rebecca. Cuteness: Off the charts. If you know someone who meets these criteria, please contact the management.
Thank you, Becky, for sharing the wonder that is Stump the Band with me. If you want to see the most hilariously awful movie trailer of all time, follow that link. In case you're curious, here's the movie's description:
Four hot chicks in a punk rock band, while on tour, get lost in the wilds of Wisconsin. There's a guy out there with a very serious foot fetish. He likes to collect them like baseball cards. It's a rock and roll horror adventure with a little bit of comedy mixed in.Enjoy.
Thank you, Best Week Ever Blog, for reminding me of the glorious hilarity that is Passions. How in the world has this schtick been on the air for years now, and yet Veronica Mars has to fight for renewal. *Sigh.
Or at least, that's what I've learned from VH1's series, The Drug Years. The series, running all this week, is actually pretty good. It replaces the omnipresent Ironic VH1 Cast of Comedians with a panel of people who actually did drugs growing up, and have a lot to say about it. Monday night's episode taught me that Peter Coyote loves drugs, especially acid. And that acid is totally awesome and only good things come from it. Last night's episode, however -- about the commercialization of the psychadelic movement and counter culture -- taught me that once things go main stream, people die and things stop being cool. And Woodstock and the Summer of Love? Totally for amateurs and wannabes. I've seen some great footage and heard some good commentary, but the overarching message of this series, at least so far, is that sell outs and posers totally kill everyone's buzz. And LBJ was a douche. So like, I totally did acid way before you did, so don't go acting like you're a real acid user, man. Cause I know about acid, when it was pure. I can't wait to hear what they have to say about coke, or Death Cab.
John Updike was on the Today show this morning, discussing his new book, Terrorist. It sounds like a good read. It was a charming interview, which I suppose is bound to happen when interviewing a man often touted as the best living American author. Then I realized -- wait a second, I don't think I've ever read any Updike. I think when this interview started, I thought he was John Irving. Weird. Maybe I've read an Updike short story here or there, but I'm really not sure. So, my question to you, fellow bookish types, what Updike should I read?
Despite appearances, I was not getting proposed to. The ring removal from pocket, box opening, look of happiness, and overly dramatic tear-wipe-off-with-napkin were not an invitation to matrimony. Not for me at least.My friend was showing me the ring intended for his lovely girlfriend. No names will be named, as for elements of surprise and all that, but, congratulations, mystery friend!
If they'd left Dawn off of this list, I would have broken up with the internet.
I exhaled a big, relief-laden breath Sunday night as I exited the Black Cat and saw that the "Black Cat Black Cat!" guy was back on his usual perch. I hadn't seen him since the colder months set in and had began (begun?) to worry. But he's back, and all is well on 14th Street.
Anybody else catch Matt Lauer's zing on Tom Cruise this morning? They were plugging a segment on how short men should dress, and Matt made a comment about Tom Cruise being 4'10". A moment later, Campbell Brown said that Cruise was actually 5'7", to which Lauer replied with something along the lines of (I'm paraphrasing, this happened right after I woke up), "Is he really only 5'7"? If I'd have known that before that interview I'd have really torn him apart." SAUCY! You don't usually get stuff that spicy on the today show. Al then made a comment about how he's never coming back to Today now, and Matt brushed it off with "Eh, he probably wasn't already." I still haven't had my coffee, so this may not be as funny as I think it is, but it's been sending me into fits of giggles all morning. Let's hear it for Team Lauer!
I decided to check technorati this afternoon, and what to my wondering eyes should appear but a Mottram, all up in that piece. You know you're taking the blogging world by storm when you're name and face are up on the Technorati home page. Peruse Jamie's favorites, and take a minute to appreciate all of the quality bloggers Vienna, VA has turned out.
mads t r e t c h: wow, the jolie-pitt baby really is as beautiful as it should be
No, not The Office. Not my office. But a band called Office. They're the free download of the week on iTunes -- or rather, their song "Wound Up" is. I'm really enjoying it. How can you not enjoy a song with the lyrics, "let's go to the beach tonight, with a bottle of wine." Don't mind if I do! Moral of the story: get on over to iTunes and take advantage of this free ditty before it's replaced.
My coffee tastes weird today. I didn't do anything differently... maybe my taste buds are still recovering from last night, when Sarah pinked my drink. Gross.
Alex: In a recurring sketch, Conan O'Brien predicts the future "In the year" this
To preface, my interactions with Stohlman (the dealership where I bought my beloved 2004 Passat, my first new car) have been great. Their staff is very helpful and responsive, and because my car's new, I haven't needed much maintenance. I've gone the Jiffy Lube route for all but my first oil changes (after realizing it was cheaper and more convenient), so the service department and I haven't spent a lot of time together. I've heard horrific things about them from my fellow VW-owning friends, but hadn't had the pleasure.
I now know that me and the president -- totally as famous as each other.
Writing me messages with subject lines like "Hey Shorty" do not intice me. Neither does telling me you "wanna kick it sometime," or that you like my page and want to get to know me. Pictures of you with your shirt off don't make me want to get to know you. (Same can be said for pictures of you posing with your motorcycle/muscle car/tattoo artist.) Neither does a comment in the favorite books section of your page about how reading is lame. Or if all of your friends displayed on your page are 19 year old girls in bikinis with boob jobs and bleached hair. In fact, unless you are the genetic meld of Jake Gyllenhaal and Matthew McCaunaughey, and your message to me is a transcript of the dream I had last night, I'm not going to be at all interested in anything you have to say. I appreciate the gumption it takes for a guy to approach an unknown girl, but one sentence about how I seem cool, or like a "down ass white girl" isn't gonna do the trick.
"Amanda, you're getting a little red."
Does anyone else think that Thom Yorke bears a striking resemblance to Clay Aiken in this picture?
I think that I'm doing something today that I've never done before. I'm not wearing any makeup. To work. None! The combination of oversleeping and heavy humidity inspired me to do nothing but throw the mane in a knot and make it a glasses-wearing kind of day. So yeah, I'm forging uncharted waters here. So far no one in the office has run from me, shrieking and covering their eyes, so I'll take that as a positive sign.
I don't know how many amongst my friends are as nerdy as I am, but one of the little spots of happiness in my days is the Dictionary.com Word of the Day email. Recently it's taught me two words that I didn't know and that are both high on the awesome scale, and will be folded into regular useage.
pleonasm \PLEE-uh-naz-uhm\, noun:
1. The use of more words than are necessary to express an idea; as, "I saw it with my own eyes."
2. An instance or example of pleonasm.
3. A superfluous word or expression.
neoteric \nee-uh-TER-ik\, adjective:
Recent in origin; modern; new.