Friday, August 31, 2007

I totally forgot how funny the Ben Stiller show was.

Tonight is critical mass in Vegas. It's critical mass ON THE VEGAS STRIP. Oh my god, can you imagine the angry drunken hummer driving idiots? It would probably be a sight to see, were I actually going to see it. First of all I don't have a bike, and second of all it's pretty stupid to go to critical mass without a bike. Anyone wanna critical mass rollersk8? Anyone? Vegas?
I just got off the phone with the department of education, trying to get my student loans out of default, which will happen after nine months of on time payments. The guy I was talking to was the most chill loan officer I have ever encountered. It was kind of amazing. I'm in a much better mood now. You have a good weekend too, surfer loan phone man.
The other morning I heard some talking news heads debating whether or not all these republican scandals are going to hurt the party, and it made me laugh a little bit in my half-sleep. Because, you know. The war.

This weekend I have big plans to sit around and ponder the mysteries of the universe.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

I did some remodeling. Some re-fonting. Some re-wallpapering. IN CASE YOU AREN'T PAYING ATTENTION AT ALL. I'm tired.

Monday, August 27, 2007

the hipster olympics. are you ready for the competish?

It was storming last night, the thunder kept waking me up over and over. Usually I like sleeping in thunderstorms but it's something different when there's giant timpanis strapped to the side of your house and someone's playing the rhythm section of "zarathustra" very slowly and for seven hours. What I'm trying to say is that desert thunder is very loud. And I could use a nap. And it's only ten thirty!
Last night I watched a show called "extreme makeover home edition" and I have some questions. Does someone in your family have to die in order for you to qualify for an XTREEM makeover? Or maybe do you have to have a terminal illness? What if your family is just part of the vanishing middle-class, overwhelmed by rising healthcare costs and the current mortgage crisis? Do you qualify then? BECAUSE I COULD SURE USE SOME THEME-ROOMS, WORLD. I got problems. I have a livejournal! I must have problems if I have a whinejournal.

They better not drag out some country music sensation in order to facilitate the building of the theme rooms.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Am I think only one who thinks that if you name your store the "West Wing Boutique" that you should be selling, like, lamps with martin sheen's face on it? Probably so, since I'm the only one working on this particular naming assignment and the fact that there is a west wing boutique at mgm grand with nary a bradley whitford ashtray in sight is tangental to the project, at best.

What I would like right now is a bike that I could pedal away from here to places unknown, or maybe just to the thrift store to look at awful jewelry. It's 112 degrees right now and I'm filled with curry, so I would probably fall over after a few blocks. And also, there's a giant interstate between here and anywhere I'd want to be. I haven't been doing too much lately that's worth writing about. Or maybe it's because I write all day and don't feel like doing it on the side. Either way it can't be good for my health.

It turns out that when you actually pay your credit card bills, the creditors don't care to talk to you so much. Exciting conclusions!

Monday, August 20, 2007

Good prog-metal band name: "Cone of Uncertainty"

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Oh man! Look at this piece of goodness from neighborhoodies!

It's a shirt referencing Infinite Jest! I kind of want it. Red with grey logo, for authenticity: Here is how to don red and gray E.T.A. sweats and squad-jog a weekly 40 km. up and down urban Commonwealth Avenue even though you would rather set your hair on fire than jog in a pack. Jogging is painful and pointless, but you are not in charge. Your brother gets to ride shotgun while a senile German blows BBs at your legs both of them laughing and screaming Schnell. Enfield is due east of the Marathon's Hills of Heartbreak, which are just up Commonwealth past the Reservoir in Newton. Urban jogging in a sweaty pack is tedious. Have Himself hunch down to put a long pale arm around your shoulders and tell you that his own father had told him that talent is a sort of a dark gift, that talent is its own expectation : it is there from the start and either lived up to or lost.

Someone finally made suits for your chicken, and here's the link.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

This entry is called "jill pops into frame".


Monday, August 13, 2007

Things I can talk about, if you're into it:

-the first six episodes of six feet under
-any episode of the west wing
-writing an employee handbook
-tina fey on sesame street this morning
-baron von karl rove resigning
-how alcohol can sometimes have the opposite effect
-what was that band, the one wearing the star trek shirts

Just ask!

Friday, August 10, 2007

this is currently hanging in our office:

Thursday, August 09, 2007

So apparently, the dude who discovered Pluto has discovered a new planet. Really, guy who discovered Pluto? Do you really think we're buying it after what happened to Pluto? New planet, huh. There is probably not a really firm surface anywhere on the planet. You would sink into it.Yeah, not so much.

Anyways, last night I was thinking about how there's not really one thing that I know a whole lot about. I'm not an expert in any one area at all. It's because I'm required to know a little bit about everything. I'm decent at Jeopardy, better at Trivial Pursuit, and best of all at looking random shit up on Wikipedia because it's required that I know a little bit about everything and because that encompasses so much - sometimes I need a little help from the editing masses. Here are some things I had to research in the last couple of months:

alzheimer's, airport terminology, autodidacticism, architecture, british streets, bees, charlie horse, chernobyl, cult of personality, custo barcelona, doctor robert, diane keaton, exploding whale, frank lloyd wright, gitmo, gremlins, golgi body, hazmat, kids say the darndest things, life coach, lollipop guild, macrobiotics, mechagodzilla, maniac mansion, nanuphobia, noid, OWL TV (DOES ANYONE ELSE REMEMBER THIS), parkinson's, powerpop, quest for fire, rotelfalke, salmonella, shame day, spontaneous combustion, superbowl shuffle, tone loc, time travel, texas hold-em, up with people, warren harding, wkrp in cincinnati, zombies

this is how my life is.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

stephen colbert on law and order


david cross on law and order

These are both cases of unintentional hilarity. But which is funnier? I think the second one.

Monday, August 06, 2007

I've been watching a lot of movie trailers on the apple site recently.
Recently, on the apple site, I've been watching a lot of movie trailers.
I'm on the apple site watching movie trailers, or at least I have been doing so lately.
Anyways, here's one that I liked:

It's Noah Baumbach, so I guess I'm predisposed. I promise not to write every sentence three different ways. What can I say about this weekend? Apart from Saturday night, it mostly involved being at work, thinking about work and generally clocking in overtime (except for the extra pay, of course). I've been watching that show Mad Men and realizing that advertising - mostly I am referring to the male mentality of the creative set - hasn't really changed all that much since the 1950's. It's a good show, you should watch it. If nothing else for the fantastic set design.
And also, I tried really really hard to like that movie "Interiors". That's another thing I did this weekend. I tried, but I couldn't help thinking about that MST3K reference: "Interiors. Persona. Same diff." Chicks staring into the distance with a self-involved look in their eyes. But again, good set design.
I went into this entry with something to say, and I think that something is "I could drink raspberry mojitos until the end of time".

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Here are eight random facts about me! It's because I was tagged by Jessica! Hooray for tags! I'm hungry!

one. I have a minor in film studies, which only comes in handy on my netflix queue and writing things like "establishing shot" in commercial scripts.

two. I like peanut butter more than chocolate.

three. I have a passport but have never traveled out of the country. (long story)

four. I hate it when people talk excessively about their hair, unless they are at a hairdresser.

five. I can't figure tip in my head.

six. One time I read a study that redheads feel less pain than others, and then I read a study that they feel more pain. HEY SCIENCE FIGURE IT OUT OK.

seven. I'm working on a book, I've been stuck on page five for two years. I'm not kidding.

eight. Something is beeping really loudly about seven feet from my desk.

maybe it's more of a short story, come to think of it. i tag the tree, it's home base!

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Ok, ok, ok. I finally took a very blurry, outdoors-polaroid-camera-used-indoors picture of my wrist tattoo:

it's making a statement, and that statement is "i need a new digital camera asap"

The rain is evaporating off the concrete and drainpools, faster than it's evaporating from my pant legs. My clothes are defying basic meteorological laws. Right now I'm trying to both update and concept at the same time, and it's hard, so I'm going to stop. Remember when this journal was filled with angsty diatribes? That was pretty. That was a pretty time. I'm going to play in sentiments from now on, it's like a trampoline you can't get off. Wait, what.