Thursday, November 29, 2007

Here are some of my upcoming travels:

This weekend: LA with Erin (just for the hell of it, I guess).
In Two weeks: Lake Charles for a commercial shoot.
In Three weeks: Atlanta for Xmas and New Years.
In January: I would like to either go to SF or Portland one of the weekends. Maybe both, if Virgin Airlines is still running those awesome specials.
In February: Birmingham for a wedding. This is just for one weekend, I'm not planning on spending all of February in Birmingham.


Wednesday, November 28, 2007

I really really want Melanie Griffith (this is a link) and Stevie Nicks to collaborate on something. My friend sent me a myspace message about that possibility after I posted about wanting this majestic tambourine (this is also a link) for my birthday. Imagine the magic! Imagine the flowing velvet dresses!
Anyways, my attempt to reply to said message made my internet crash n burn, which was probably just a kink in the myspace system, but I prefer to interpret it as thus (via ichat transcript):

me: If only melanie griffith and stevie nicks would collaborate on something.
could you imagine the magic?
erin: wow that would open a new door for melanie
erin: literally
me: oh shit replying to that made my internet shut down
erin: internet said, simply, NO.
me: it sure did

It sure did.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

I'm constantly amazed by how good the writing is on musical blog Said the Gramophone. I know the "writing on an mp3 blog" bar isn't very high, and of course poetry misses the entire point of the mp3 blog (which is to get a something without paying for that a something), but the following passage tells me more about a song than an entire back catalog or biographical diagram ever could:

Whatever you're doing, or watching, become suddenly expanded, it grows to the size of the room, and you can see all the empty space, all the little hairs you didn't know were there, and all the little scabs, the healing, the flesh. In terms of a "single" or a "hit", it isn't that, but this song isn't interested in that, it wants to walk around, anonymous and dark orange, looking for God.

p.s. the song in point is boring as hell, unless you really enjoy jamming out to hymns. not the point! not the point at all! There was something else, oh yes! I'm also impressed by these movie titles:

"Before the Devil Knows You're Dead"
"Diving Bell and the Butterfly"

Monday, November 26, 2007

I'm not sure when I developed such a fear of flying. Or maybe it's just a hatred of flying. It's probably a little of both, wrapped up neat in a headache-shaped package. It never used to bother me. I used to take pictures out of my window seat of americana from thousands of feet above, I used to catch up on all of my reading and writing, I used to dare the plane to crash because that would really be something wouldn't it.
Nowadays I can't get the phrase "flying death-tube" out of my head. I can't have a drink because more and more airlines are demanding exact change and really who has exact change anymore. I can't wrap my head around the physics of taking off and turbulance patterns, and how turbulance isn't actually just someone walking heavy down the center aisle. Reading gives me a headache, I'm not allowed to turn on my ipod during takeoff even though I could really use the music as means of relaxing (my ipod has nothing to do with your flight transmitters thankyouverymuch), and the people are getting wider and meaner.
I still like the idea of flying, I love everything encompassing a vacation, it's the mechanics that are becoming troubling. The routine. The more settled my life becomes, the more I need valium. Why the panic, well why not.

Anyways, here are some pictures of puppies:





bonus picture of elsa and dad, because I like the picture.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

This is pretty great:

Rap Represented in Mathematical Charts and Graphs

My favorite, which is huge and is going to mess up my blogflow I just know it:

Whatever, so completely worth it. Everyday I'm hustlin'!

Monday, November 12, 2007

I'm sure most of you already watch it, but "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" is now one of my favorite shows thanks to last weekend's dvd-a-thon. Here's one thing that made me Laugh Out Loud (as the kids are saying):

We have a Trader Vic's now. Unfortunately they decided to Vegas douche-fy it. Because god forbid you open a bar on the strip that's not ultraloungey. Here's a little taste:

Yeah, you can still get a Menehune juice but you have to drink it at one of those stupid light bars. AND. It's right in front of the Bellagio fountains. You can't go anywhere here without being reminded of where you are, and how awful it truly is. I give this town another nine months at the most. I give this town an entire gestation period before moving to the Pacific Northwest, or Pittsburgh.
So I watched a lot of television while lazing on Sunday, I watched three kids movies: Pippi Longstocking (the original, hilariously dubbed Swedish version), Space Jam!, and Dinosaur. Here's some of a cupcake, one with dinosaur sprinkles:

I don't know what else? I really don't want to buy a ticket home for Christmas. Airfare is going up and up. Every time I get a paycheck there's always something big waiting to take a giant chunk out of it. And they are taking their sweet time on the paperwork for my raise, because god forbid anyone operate in a timely manner.
This is neither here nor there:

I'm going to try to start writing in this thing more than once a week.

Monday, November 05, 2007

I don't like it when the sun goes down at four-thirty, it makes me think I'm working even later and even harder than I actually am. Which is grumpify-inducing. Yeah, I'm churnin' everyone's goddamned copy today. This weekend I saw some movies, three movies to be exact:
"Factory Girl" (WARNING THIS MOVIE HAS JIMMY FALLON IN IT I DID NOT KNOW THAT BEFORE PRESSING PLAY) which I don't really have much to say about save the parenthetical warning. It was exactly what I expected it to be, which wasn't that much.
"The Darjeeling Limited"- my favorite part was the peacock feather thing. Oh, Wes Anderson let's get married.
"The Deerhunter"- not the band, the movie starring meryl streep. I had never seen it before. It made me want to rock back and forth in the corner.

Those are my astute movie reviews, thanks film studies minor!
I would like for ad writers to go on strike with the television writers except here are my demands: no more assholes in the ad industry. Let's put a cap on the hiring of opportunistic assholes. And also I have several scripts involving giant talking triangles I would like produced.

Thank you and goodnight. Oh wait, it's only five? Right, it's only five.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Here are some random pictures that have nothing to do with Halloween.

This is just to show how messy my house is right now. I've been living off the coffee table. My desk here isn't in much better shape. I'm so busy!

I dunno, I was just playing around with my camera settings.

Banjo, as emo as ever.

Ok, carry on.

Here are some Halloween pictures:

costume one

erin and jack the ripper! jack the ripper!

costume two

Nevernude Tobias!

Look, it's the Beauty Bar. Look at all those scenesters.

Ok, that's all.