Thursday, June 28, 2007

I finally got the pictures off my camera that have been sitting in there, ungettable, for several months.








(We're not actually that short, I think erin and I must have been sitting or something. And also, brit is eight feet tall, no joke. NO JOKE.)


please ignore my face in this picture.







My camera's been on the fritz for awhile now, which is why I couldn't take any pictures in San Diego or Atlanta. Do you guys like my Rhoda Morgenstern scarf?

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

You know what makes me feel better on some days? A heapin' helpin' of The Daily Puppy: Click here, it's a link to the site!

Here are some of my favorite pictures, just because I suddenly feel like turning this blog into a puppy-centric blog. Just for the time being.











I would like to have a mini dachshund named Waffles, like in the movie Manhattan.

Monday, June 25, 2007

PLANET UNICORN, HEYYY

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Does anyone else think it's funny that "orange mocha frappucino" is actually on the Starbucks menu now? I'm drinking the iced orange mocha and it smacks of the tavist d liquid medication that I used to take when I was a kid. Here's something that I had a dream about last night:


apartments feature: hardwood floors, granite countertops, zombies.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

If you had asked me before I left the house tonight what I was going to be doing, hanging out at with De La Soul was definitely not one of the answers I would have given. But hey, that's what I did.

OPM? Hilarious. I'm exhausted. A good rule of thumb is to leave when the lap dancing starts.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

My mom has this annoying habit of pointing out exactly what's in the kitchen that I can maybe eat for breakfast or for lunch, and she does it to the nth detail- because god knows I'm incapable of going into the kitchen and maybe finding out for myself. That in itself is not so annoying as the fact that she talks over whatever I am trying to watch on television. I have a minimum amount of crap cable programming to catch whilst I am on vacation, learning about cereal varities on the side is not helping me achieve said minimum. Here's an idea- why don't you just tell me what to avoid eating such as hey don't touch the cinnamon rolls they are made with a thin level of arsenic. And also: love.
Oh man, Atlanta was pretty nice. I keep saying next time I'm going to get a hotel room and a rental car, thereby freeing up my need to be in constant nomad-mode. But I never seem to have enough money for such swank digs as...the highland inn. I guess. I had my first mjq-related hangover in over a year, missed Battles (even though I heard it sold out), watched Decatur dump a stupid amount of sand onto the street in what was either the set-up for the beach party or the beginning of an absurdist performance art piece, went bike riding with the moms at callaway, and lots of other stuff including a lovely bookstore opening and a field trip across the tracks (no, literally) to procure cigarettes. Now I'm back at my office, in my office, in Las Vegas and let me tell you. I've been flitting (A flying with lightness and celerity; a fluttering) from creative director to creative director all day trying to tie up loose vacation ends and whoring myself out to other projects.
My camera is broken so I didn't take any pictures. Oh, frown.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

"Little Miss Sunshine"? Seriously, people? Do we really not expect that much from our quirky dark comedies anymore?

I'm really tired of every movie I see being just "ok".

Friday, June 08, 2007

How much do I love rump posse? Answer: a lot. I miss being able to see them perform on a semi-regular basis. Anyways, here's a video. You're going to want to watch it, if you are at all interested in getting in shape and/or living the dream.



Tuesday, June 05, 2007

How much do I love the new London Olympics logo:

Monday, June 04, 2007

Hey, my archives are back. Finally. What does this mean to you, the reader? It means if you were wondering what was on my mind in say, July of 2004 you can go to the drop-down menu to your right that reads "past versions" and see just what that thing was that was on my mind.

ONE OF THE THINGS THAT WAS ON MY MIND JULY OF 2004:

I think a lot of people operate in that space between. It's a big space, so beyond big as we measure scale, universes are born and give way to gravity's temper tantrums in the space between knowing nothing and knowing everything. The tiny tiny chaos we marvel even works day to day has to align itself so that the one two three four and so on but exactly right until god knows when before one day we just know. And it has to be perfect, even though nothing is perfect so they say once this happens we can look back and say "ok that was perfect. that is the standard from now on."
The biggest catch of them all is that we won't see it coming until the very end, and who knows when it starts or when it ends or if it's already started or if it's ending in the next five seconds. If we are lucky (and it really is pure luck, none of this karma nonsense) some of our used subatomic mess ends up looking down on this planet wearing a goddamn smirk. Just knowing when and where.
But mostly it becomes waste.
I see the future as me and you and the others I hear knowing knowing everything in the same moment we are vaporized to bits. Split the right atom chain and its humanity all at once my god what a long line at the pearly gates if that's what you think of when I mention of splitting atoms. And yes I honestly think that these exponential years of evolution leading up to man what we consider modern, what we call intelligence was all for one moment of understanding for the lucky pools of radiation. Grab a snack you're gonna want to watch this.


Man, I used to be a pretentious little fuck.

This weekend I: road tripped it to San Diego with Erin, went to the zoo and saw a hippo swimmin' in OCD circles and also a baby gorilla playing in the grass, ate some really good mexican food, got really fucking drunk because I did not have to drive, discovered yet another city filled with hotter guys than the ones in Las Vegas. Sorry Vegas, you lose. Again.
There is really a bunch of nothing between Las Vegas and LA/San Diego. Especially between Las Vegas and Barstow- creepy deserted buildings and also what appears to be a creepy deserted water park. Death Valley, indeed. I've been eating a lot of yellow curry lately.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Ten movies starring Christopher Walken that I have not seen:

1. Click
2. Excess Baggage
3. Last Man Standing
4. Wedding Crashers
5. Pennies from Heaven
6. Hairspray (2007)
7. The Prophesy
8. The Prophesy 2
9. The Prophesy 3: The Ascent
10. The Country Bears



freakin' adorable.