maybe this is what boston is afeared of:

From now on, every time I talk to someone I am going to bring a boombox* and play that Peter Gabriel song "Solsbury Hill" in the background so as to make the moment more heartwarming.



*also for breakdancing.

"you exploit everyone you put in front of a camera. it's neither here nor there."

I'm watching a movie again just for the directors' commentary.
In other things-coming-through-the-television news, Wario is the most insane video game I have ever played. And I mean that in the best possible way.
I'm eating a complicated quesadilla, the recipe for which I found online. It's highly regarded by the recipe authors' husband. He apparently gets so excited about it, I think it's just ok. Neat. It's neat.

Oh and also we went to Revolution, the Beatles-themed lounge last night. (see what i did right there.) The music was much less Beatles-themed than we hoped, last I heard Ringo Starr never had his sights set on bringing sexyback. Entry wrapup. Clever sentence goes here.

We were sent home from work today because the entire third floor smelled like a giant permanent marker. It was supposedly toxic, not an entirely unpleasant smell but it was making other people bleed and vomit. It takes a lot of chemicals to knock me over, but any excuse to work from home, ya know. It's been awhile since I've watched my MTM dvds so I am watching season one disc by disc which is the way I prefer to watch television shows. I know that I am the only person on earth who actually owns these dvds so you'll just have to trust me on this mildly interesting observation: mary richards was kind of slutty. I mean, she seriously had a different guy in every episode, none of whom lasted more than one episode. I could write essays on this show, so I will just stop here. Oh the fine lines between geekery and esoterica. Esoterotica?
I'm stopping to check myspace.
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Nothing and nothing. People don't post about shit going on here like they do in Atlanta. If anyone wants to know what's going on in Atlanta just ask me because what the hell else am I going to do with this information. I feel like I should go out tonight because my hair is behaving ridiculously well today- it's like pantene hair, addison-from-grey's anatomy-hair. Oh my god, this entry. What am I going to do about this entry. Here are some visual aids:

apparently some "killer mussels" have been let loose into lake mead. we're all in for it now.

I know a lot of you grew up in the south, and I can only assume that one of the trademarks of such a childhood is frequent visits to Panama City Beach. Personally, I never went for the whole spring break thing, I lost all interest in the beach around age 12. Ok, the point of this entry? Shipwreck Island Waterpark. Does anyone else remember this place? I was just peeping the website and apparently it hasn't changed one bit. I was totally expecting it to be filled with high-tech, corporate-sponsored rides (i.e. the fate of my beloved epcot), but this does not appear to be the case. Even the logo is the same:

how did i not sustain any head and/or neck injuries on this thing


and don't even get me started on the crapfest that was waterworld in dothan, alabama.

Pan's Labyrinth is a really good movie you guys. Unfortunately, this is my most vivid memory from the film:

DO NOT WANT

it's photo time! i haven't uploaded in forever, therefore these are really random.

(super close-up-ness)


wii! i need a larger television.


banjo asleep on an orange peel


why is there a dinosaur at the atlanta airport.

It's thirty seven degrees today. The windchill makes it feel like twenty five, the desert does not fuck around with windchill. It's blanket-cold and my eye hurts, we're supposed to meet at the post-op for an agency meeting but I don't want to drive my car. Oh, did I mention I am once again having saab issues. Taking it in on monday. Leaving it alone until then.
Did you hear me? I said we are supposed to meet at "The Post-Op", which is the bar across from the hospital that no doubt is filled with surgeons. I don't know if I am going to make it. I really wish I lived in a city with decent public transportation, I want to be able to walk to a party. Why does my eye hurt, it's not like the old bacteria- it feels like someone poked at it. It's not red but it hurts to blink. It feels like a stye but there's no stye visible. I probably wear too much eye makeup. I'll probably be blind within the decade, for some reason every viral or bacterial agent on the attack prefers to focus on my ocular.
Am I complaining? I don't mean to, I've been ooto for several weeks. On the alert. Ready at a phone call. Becoming entirely too familiar with daytime television.

I think we have an early nominee for douchebag of the year: Chris Daughtry.

Wow you named your band and your album after yourself? Not even bono tries to get away with shit like that. And he's, um...bono.

takes cues from scott stapp

I got a Wii!

it's magical, like the future.

what I just added to my netflix queue, v. 2245698:

"The Tomorrow People"

who, if i'm not mistaken, also appeared in animatronic form inside epcot's spaceship earth:



which is one of my favorite things, ever.

bonus epcot!






holy fuck, imagination land. we have to go there you guys.

I like how half most of Amy Sedaris's jokes are going right over Martha Stewart's head. This may be a rerun, I am hardly ever home for this sort of daytime television.

working from home rocks, absolutely.

Quote of the week: "When I control the server, I control everything."

In other news, paid work at home week because we can't plug anything in at the new office. And there's no internet. And more importantly, no doors on the bathroom stalls. I am watching daytime television and hanging out with The Banj.

Atlanta was lots and lots of roads and rain. Sorry I couldn't call anyone, I was at the mercy of other people's transportation. I'm not one to rent a car, not when I am SAVING UP FOR A NINTENDO Wii. Plus I've given up on recreating atlanta circa three years ago.
I didn't get to go to the aquarium because apparently you need reservations, which kind of blows my mind. But not as much as the tacqeria's impossible whose schedule are you on hours.

I think my favorite local atlanta commercial is "title max has got your money your money your money". And also, I should never again leave las vegas, because apparently it causes celebrities to die.