babies having babies.....

and Thursday's the new black hole

That's what my new blog name should be. I'm sitting here, in this uncomfortable, posture destroying red chair in this half decorated cube full of useless paperwork on Thursday, December 20th at 10:55am having an extremely difficult time believing that it's not in fact Friday.

This week has been crawling at the pace of a baby who just learned to roll over on it's back...so basically not really moving at all, except for what feels like back and forth. I'm assuming it's because after tomorrow I don't have to return to the clickity clack, shuffly paper cut workday until January 2nd. I think Z put it best when she said "2007 is trying to see how much we can take before we really lose it." I'm completely worn out from this year, it's taken a lot out of my will to live and unfortunately it's showing it's ugly face here at work. I have no motivation to do anything the rest of this work week and it's taking every ounce of energy I have left not to go apeshit and start flipping over tables and chairs out of frustration.

There was one plus to this stagnant week, and that was the Holiday lobby party yesterday where we did in fact get a much larger bonus than anticipated. Though it's a little bittersweet being that we have to be out of here by February 15th, and like a responsible human being will be putting the majority of that cash in my savings. Obviously I can't complain, because either way I could use the money - but I long for the day when my bonus can be spent on something for me instead of being socked away for bills and other items necessary for just existing. Among the annoyances of this job situation is the fact that my 3rd anniversary is February 14th, which means at the start of this new year I was supposed to get my 3rd week of vacation and in early fall I booked my trip to Germany for 2 weeks to visit family. More than likely I will have to take 2 weeks unpaid vacation for that trip because I'm guessing I won't have that much paid vacation at the start of my new job, wherever that may be. Bah Humbug.

So I'm still sitting here, in this uncomfortable, posture destroying red chair in this half decorated cube full of useless paperwork on Thursday, December 20th at 11:38am having an extremely difficult time believing that it's not in fact Friday.

Wellsy Wellsy....

Lookie here! Another video....

This is amazing.

One Step Closer...

I feel like all I'm doing lately is posting videos, but this one I promised! In my Commercials I Heart post I mentioned that a good friend of mine was going to appear in an episode of Law & Order: Criminal Intent. So here it is! I did not make this video, a friend of his did.



LOVE!

R.I.P Dan Fogelberg

DH to DF for life!!!

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream

Once again, if you know me - you also know that I am a HUGE fan of Led Zeppelin so you can imagine my excitement about their reunion concert in London yesterday AND the possible reunion tour. May I just say that my man Robert still has a luscious head of hair and can still rock these songs like you wouldn't believe. Here's a clip from the show, one of the very first Zep songs I remember hearing and obsessing over as a young lass, growing up with a very musically inclined father in a classic rock household. KASHMIR!



I'm not sure how long these videos will be up on youtube, or if they will be taken down. So enjoy it while it's available!!! Long live Led Zep!!!!

These are soft hits...love taps if you will

Oh, and also - if anyone would like to buy me this for Christmas - that would be awesome.

I heart...well, Heart!

Those of you that know me, know that I am a huge, HUGE, GARGANTUAN fan of Heart. I was even fortunate enough to see them at Summerfest here in Milwaukee and was standing front row (and if you know me you also know that I took like 300 pictures of the show). The Wilson sisters are definitely high on the list of my girl crushes, yes even Ann. Ok now I've gone off on a tangent...guess that just proves my opening sentence.

Anyway, here's yet another great example of mixing genres...Alice In Chains and Gretchen Wilson (a country singer) paying tribute to Heart - she does an excellent job if I do say so myself! Nancy even comes to rock out with them too.

Don't bother, I'm not a catch...

I think I've had it backwards all this time. Always thinking to myself, 'I've got a lot going for me, so what's the deal?'. Then today I had an epiphany, I'm not a catch! Because the definition of 'catch' has changed. An ex of mine, who once upon a time I thought was the end of my companion search, turned out to be an unfaithful ass who has now been with the same girl since shortly after we broke up - about 3 years. I learned through mutual sources that both of them have the tendency to stray - so maybe they're made for each other. In quoting another male I've had the (dis)pleasure of being around the last couple years, he "likes to have to take care of somebody, be able to pick up the pieces", of her broken, shallow, dependant, selfish, pathetic life I'm assuming. And another friend of mine made the decision to move in with his girlfriend, who also has a hobby of putting another notch in the bedpost.

As much as guys gripe, and complain about their significant others - I think deep down they must enjoy it. Because I can't even count on my fingers and toes how many times I've looked at a relationship objectively and wondered why they'd rather settle with SO much needless dysfunction. Women who are materialistic, controlling, unfaithful messes who have not one ounce of self respect and dignity and are as shallow as the salt flats in Utah.

Me? I'm none of these things, though I may not always have 100% confidence in myself - I know I am smart woman who is warm and caring and probably more loyal than 90% of the population. I like to enjoy life and the people I'm with, I'm very open minded and feel happiness in doing things that make the person I love happy.

Maybe there's some level of comfort in the fact they have a valid excuse to bail when their fear of commitment settles in. Or perhaps they're just afraid of the razzing they'll get when all the guys are bitching about their women and a buddy asks them about their love life and they can actually say "You know what? I love my girlfriend/wife - she's an amazing person".

So men, quit being (for lack of a better word) pussies, man up and give a real women a chance, a woman of substance, someone who can give you a run for your money - it'll make life a lot more interesting and you'll feel much more fulfilled, take my word for it.

Commercials I Heart

and this one just because my friend Dan is in it :) He's the one sitting at the computer (:47) who doesn't talk, just looks excited about something, haha. He'll also be in a Verizon commercial AND an episode of Law and Order CI - so whenever I see those I'll post them as well!


And my most recent one is a t-mobile commercial that I can't find anywhere! It's a guy who calls a girl he's dating and keeps re-recording his message because he always messes it up. It's hilarious dammit! Once I find it, I'll post it.

ho-down with Beyonce

I'm a little late on this - but better late than never right!

Sugarland and Beyonce performed together at the AMA's this year - and it got one of two responses, people either loved it or hated it. Once I got over the initial shock of this country arrangement of a pop/r&b song - I really liked it. It's really different and suprisingly goes really well together. Though, I'm a lover of all genres of music, including country. Old, new, rock influenced and ridiculously twangy - I like it. So that's probably part of it, however I think people who can appreciate music for what it is can also enjoy this little ditty.



In talking with the girls at work I said how all the mix-n-match of music these days makes me really happy. It not only shows how truly talented musicians are, but that they are also appreciative of other genres of music besides their own!

It's as close to world peace as we're going to get......

ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chaaaanges

There comes a time when life needs a little fluffing....so to speak. Like fluffing up the toys in a claw machine so you get the chance for something new. Stupid analogy....but that time is now.

Last week we found out that our department is under some serious re-orgs and come February, half of us won't have jobs. However, unlike most - I wasn't devastated, or angry, or confused and distraught. I take this as a sign that I truly am ready to move on, and am destined for something better - something I deserve. The search has already begun! I'm excited about this new endeavor and I am confident that my experience and talent will be an asset to any company!

Now that I got all that said - Thanksgiving is in T minus TWO days! It's going to be wonderful relaxing for 4.5 days and even more wonderful shoving my fat face with all the stuffing and taters I can eat. Then topping it all off with a gargantuan wedge of pumpkin pie and whip cream. I already know what I'm going to feel like afterwards, suicidal - and maybe wish a little bit that throwing up after eating isn't so looked down upon...but it comes once a year people, I'll deal! I don't eat enough of the turkey to fall into a deep triptophan induced coma, but I'm sure my stomach ballooning to the size of a basketball and suffocating every other organ in the area will block enough oxygen from getting to my brain and I'll pass out anyway.

CORNUCOPIA!

A few things I need to mention:

The 19th was yesterday so i guess it's ok for me to get into the Holiday spirit. I haven't immediately shut off The Mix these days when coming across it on the radio - and have allowed myself to indulge in a few tunes, namely "Last Christmas" by Wham, "All I Want For Christmas" by Mariah Carey and "Please Come Home for Christmas" by The Eagles....I can never pass those up. Even if it was June. And I have to admit I cheated and changed my ringtone on Saturday to "Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays" by none other than *NSYNC. Seeing the decorations down Wisconsin Ave downtown doesn't make me throw up in my mouth a little anymore - and seeing the cheesy candy canes, wreaths and christmas tree decorations on the light poles in Oak Creek actually puts a bit of a smile on my face. I think I'm ready.

Also, this past Saturday I was introduced to the most wonderful thing I ever put in my mouth (no, not that!). A pumpkin spice martini folks. Sounds a little odd, I know - but it was absolutely delicious. I'm telling you it's pumpkin pie in a martini glass. They even made it with pumpkin vodka and put whip cream on top! It probably helps that it was served by the best bartender I know, my friend Jesse :) - but I'm a little sad it's a seasonal thing! So if you're ever at place where they serve specialty martinis and you notice this one, do NOT pass it up.

And last but definitely not least - if you haven't already heard of Sara Bareilles, you need to check her out. Her music is amazing - and her album 'Little Voice' is only $7.99! Best $8 I ever spent - I would have spent $20. Her voice has a wonderful tone to it and I could listen to it for days - at times it's a little reminiscent of Fiona Apple (but better IMO) and sometimes maybe even Bonnie Raitt. If anything, at least check out 'Love On the Rocks' and 'Morningside'.

With that, I bid you adieu. Hope you all have a wonderful thanksgiving filled with delicious food, family and maybe only one or two stomach aches.

So....gobble gobble....with yo big ass forks....

25 years OLD...not young...OLD

Ok so really I've got about six months until I hit a quarter century - but lately I've been feeling about a half century old. Last year around spring or fall (I can't remember which, see, my mind's even going!) I started having problems with my right knee. It would begin to hurt for what seemed like no reason - I wasn't running, or doing anything strenuous - my knee had just turned into a bowl of rice krispies, it would crack and pop when I would bend it. Sometimes it felt like there was a lot off pressure in it, maybe fluid build-up - but then it would crack and relieve it somewhat. If I were to to squat (say to get laundry out of the dryer) I would fall over to my left side because it felt like my knee was going to 'splode off my body. It didn't hurt to touch it, and by just looking at it you couldn't really tell. So I let it go on for a bit thinking it would just go away. After about a month I'd had enough and decided to make an appointment to get an x-ray. I went in and explained to the doctor all of my issues, even explained that it didn't hurt to touch it, or press on it, or slap and even punch it. But when I bent it, it hurt - or put any sort of strain on it, it hurt. She proceeded to start poking at my knee and continuously repeat "Does this hurt?" - of course I kept saying no, because I just got done telling her that was not an issue. So then she began to look at me like I was crazy, and wasting her time - but ordered an x-ray anyway. So I went down to the big scary, cold, dark room with the huge loud machine that looked like Optimus Prime and laid on the table while they x-rayed my knee from 3 angles. So then they said they'd call with the results and I left.

I kid you not - 2 days later it was gone, back to normal! And about a week later I got something in the mail from the clinic, looked like a report card from 3rd grade with a bunch of scribbles on it but all I could make out was the word 'OK'. So, I paid almost $60 to go in and be treated like some sort of asshole for everything to be 'OK'? I just sucked it up, paid my bill and went on my merry way with 2 happy knees....until this last weekend. Whatever it was is back - with a vengeance. Snap, crackle and pop have returned along with their best friends knee fluid and OOWWWWWW. If I have it bent a certain way for a period of time - like when I'm in bed - and then move to a position where I straighten it - it begins to hurt. Not like a sharp, shooting pain - but more of a 'Hulk has a grip on the tendons and cartilage beneath my kneecap' ache. What is this!?!? Apparently Christmas music beginning on November first has stuffed me into the DeLorean, rocketed me to 88 mph hour and spewed me into the year 2033.

I've decided to forgo the doctor's visit this time around and take it upon myself to come back to 2007. So, more milk for moi in the coming days and I'm finally joining a gym this Saturday. Also, upon discussing my ailments with my mother - I learned that my dad also had knee problems for some time and recommended that I take glucosamine chondroitin - as it seems I could very well have a little problem with osteoarthritis. Arthritis people!!!!!!!! I was under the impression that in this day and age, 30 was the new 20....well apparently 25 is the new 60.

If I could only figure out what can cure that crack in my hip every time I go up the stairs...now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my knitting.

Have you ever harmonized with your vacuum?

Someone asked me that once - for the life of me I can't remember who. It could be because it was at least 10 years ago, maybe longer - but I'll always remember it because it's one of the oddest questions I've ever been asked. And I'll really remember it because I actually tried it. I know I've brought up that same question several times in the last decade to various people, and they all gave me the same look. I'm sure you can picture what that look is.

But then I saw this back when Friends was still on the air - and I didn't feel so alone anymore. Friends has always made me feel warm and fuzzy inside and scenes like this are exactly why. It makes the weird people feel right at home. I do realize I'm coming off as a complete lame-ass, but I don't care.

So here's to all you freaks who harmonize with your vacuums, bagpipes and run though Central Park like you've just discovered your limbs.



CHEERS!

It's beginning to look a lot like...wait, what the hell month is it?

No sooner than the last trick or treater dumping out his/her bag of candy, pennies and Jesus pamphlets (people give out some weird shit), did the Christmas (Holiday?) welcome wagon come barreling down the street striking any remaining children left in costume, blasting Burl Ives and shoving fancy ornaments and candy canes up our asses. IT'S THE VERY BEGINNING OF NOVEMBER! Somehow every year I forget that corporate America loves to shove 'Happy Holidays' down our throats so early and in mass quantities that by the time the season actually hits we're throwing it up.

I love Christmas, don't get me wrong - the food, the family, the giving and even the music - but can we have Thanksgiving first!? Thanksgiving is like the red headed step child of Holidays and it's so unfortunate. Where are the turkey and cornucopia decorations? Instead, I'm tripping over a 7ft pre-lit tree with a Rudolph tree skirt 12 hours after I just finished watching Michael Myers gut a helpless nurse. Children will no longer sit wide-eyed in front of the television during the Macy's parade waiting patiently for Santa Claus to come at the end because they've already seen him 394867 times the last month at the mall, Wal-Mart and the gas station! The world's on warp speed people, before I know it I'll be planning my 50th birthday party and it's all because of Christmas music on November 1st!

I refuse to partake in any christmas/holiday cheer until November 19th, for I would like to actually be in the Holiday spirit during the Holidays - not gagging every time I hear Frosty the Snowman while wanting to take his corn cob pipe and shove it up his frosty ass.

LONG LIVE THANKSGIVING!!


I mean really....what would the pilgrims and indians say?

soulja boy makes the cut for Kidz Bop......

If these children's parents knew what "superman dat ho" actually meant - I'm not so sure they'd be happy about their preteen children gyrating to it.....



man I'm getting old.....

Raindrops on roses, and whiskers on Kittens.....

bright falling leaves, pumpkin spice lattes, scarves, and warm woolen mittens....these are a few of my favorite things!

I haven't felt much like blogging lately...I think I go through peaks and valleys when it comes to blabbing about nothing. It's nearing the end of my favorite time of year and that kinda bums me out. Well really I've got November yet, but the leaves have pretty much reached their peak and have started saying their goodbyes. I've only had one PSL so far this season - with the kickoff being just last week! GET ON THE NET!

Tina and Tim's annual Halloween party was this past Saturday - which was a blast as always. Though I think my best friend (Jack Daniels) and I bonded a little too much. But all is well, I still love him. I haven't uploaded my pictures of the affair yet, but here's a little taste from Julie's point of view....me and Mattie (T's brother), who went as Corey Hart from the Brew Crew.



Some highlights of the evening were:
- Of course Jack D <3
- Jagerbombs a plenty with Spenc and Mattie
- Tim's can of whoopass costume with a vagina back (I'll have to upload the picture....)
- the fog machine!
- Spenc secretly changing into another costume and pissing off Tim
- and finally - O'Donnell walking in on me dropping the kids off at the pool...TWICE, because he thought I was kidding the first time - Johnson's you need a lock on your bathroom door!

All in all, a great success.

I'm pretty stoked for this week since Halloween (my second favorite Holiday) is Wednesday and our work lobby party starts at 3...in which I get to play somebody else again. Plus, it's also taco night which always guarantees a good time. AND, I can't forget that AMC will be playing movies from the Halloween series for 24 hours that day. It can't get much better than that, as I want to have Michael Myers' love child. Horror genre....how I love thee.



Merry Halloween everyone! Don't forget to check your children's candy for razors and small animals!

Pet Peeves

Pet peeve
n. Informal.
Something about which one frequently complains; a particular personal vexation.

Reiterated on my journey from home to desk this morning.....

1. Bad drivers have always been a huge pet peeve of mine - and this morning I was reminded of one such example. When a person is driving in one lane, and wishing to change lanes, TURN ON YOUR FUCKING BLINKER. People (well most people) on the road can't read minds! I can't tell you how many times I've seen a car in front of me slow down and look in the adjacent lane trying to move over - OR when I'm even in the car with someone who gets frustrated and says "no one's letting me in!" - HELLO! Turn on your blinker so people know you want to move over, wtf!

Dos. Elevators - first of all, I don't like them. They make me feel clausterphobic and I'm always stuck on them with weird Stare-y McBugeyes and people who don't know personal hygiene. But I realized something else this morning....I recognize people from my company and most of the time which floors they're on (3,4 or 5), so if I'm getting on the elevator I often press my floor, along with theirs. Why then, do these people feel the need to get on the elevator - obviously see that their floor is lit, and press it again? And it's even MORE annoying when these people are on your floor! Either these people are so self involved that they have no idea who you are (even though you share the same kitchen on a low populated floor) or they have an OCD with pushing buttons. I realize this may sound so very minute to some of you, but when it's a daily occurance - you just have to wonder.

and three. Hypocrites and people who like to hold everyone responsible but themselves for their own stupid actions. Case in point, if you're talked to in private about a situation in which your ethic is being questioned - obviously it's your problem and the powers that be decided that it was issue that needed to be discussed. Don't air your dirty laundry and send an email to everyone whining about being called out, especially when you went running to mommy 3 months prior with some false bullshit. AND THEN the very next day, repeat exactly what you were just talked to about. Are you really that thick??!!? People amaze me.....

Come Together...heee heeeeeeeee!

This is amazing...I miss the old black pretty Michael....Phylicia Rashad haircut and all....



This version needs to be on iTunes!

blue eyes blue

It's Wednesday....and I remembered this time.

I've kinda had a rough past week so I don't have much to post about at the moment...but it is did-you-know Wednesday!

SO, Did you know that the prisoners of Alcatraz had the luxury of hot showers to condition them against the cold waters of the San Francisco bay?

Hot showers made the water just that much colder and threatening. It was known around the prison that if you were to get as far as the shoreline, the swim would kill you. Between the temperature and the currents, making it to San Francisco proper was said to be impossible.

I tried to find a picture of a shirt I bought from Hollister long ago that was green and just said "Alcatraz Rocks!" - but no such luck. It was funny though......

“There's nothing you can know that isn't known.”

Happy 67th Birthday John.....

what the french, toast!!

I suck at life, and forgot to do a did-you-know Wednesday post!

So - Did you know crayons were invented in New York in 1903?

Edwin Binney and Harold Smith created the first wax crayons. Binney's wife named the company Crayola to come from the French for oily chalk. For a couple of friends who just like to color, the crayon craze caught on over night. Their pigment powder, hardening powder and paraffin wax mixture tickled everyone's fancy and is still kicking today. Crayons seem to have no end in sight, as long as we are using paper. The first pack of 8 went for 5 cents.

No wonder I love NY!



Today is Thursday, which = Friday for me! I'm using my last vacation day of the year tomorrow before James' sister's wedding. I figured it's a good time to use it as we are going to Rudy's tonight...Mexican Restaurant....Margarita's....tequila = not a fun next day, but an amazingly fun night. Plus I still need to go get a dress for the occasion and tomorrow night's the rehearsal dinner so I need time during the day.

Also, nothing happens in October - well, except Halloween - but we don't get off for that. November we have Thanksgiving and this year for Christmas we've got over a week off through work. So, this way I won't have to go too many consecutive weeks with 5 full days.

OH YES, and before I forget - I went to the Maroon 5 concert on Tuesday with James and Ale - it was amazing. Sara Bareilles and The Hives opened up and both put on great shows. My camera died 2 pictures into the show so I ended up taking some pictures with my phone. They're not the best but they work - once I get them onto my computer I'll post them. But for now I'll leave you with this....


The lovely Adam....or as James kept calling him for some reason, Jason.

I have to go poop now.

busy as a bee-otch

My my my! This week is going to be one crazy week! However, it's looking to be a good time :)

It's Monday, so of course I have bowling tonight. Wednesday is taco night, then I have a hair appointment at 7 so I don't look like a complete crapbag this weekend, Thursday night is Gina's birthday celebration at Rudy's, Friday I'm off and that night is the rehearsal dinner and Saturday is her wedding! I love weddings, for so many reasons. And they're especially fun when the group of people and families attending are always a good time! Plus, it's fun to get all gussied up - since we all know my day to day attire.

October's always nutso for me! Last year I had even more going on. My friend Beth's wedding was the second week of October, then I went to visit my friend Jesse in New York the following weekend, THEN I was in my best friend Tina's wedding the weekend after that - all the while trying to pack up my apartment to move the last weekend. Nuts! No wonder I caught a cold :( No rest!

So, I bid you adieu and I will be back with much to report, and perhaps some pictures after the festivities have ceased!

I got a fever!

Awake. 12:45am. Bright idea. Drink Coffee at 9pm. 9348567 cups. Watching old SNL. Laugh. Will Ferrel = love.



Or maybe I can't sleep because someone's hosting a game show in the apartment next to mine. Come on down!!!! You're the next contestant on SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M TRYING TO SLEEP I DON'T CARE THAT IT'S SATURDAY!!!

Robert GOOUUULLEETTTTTT.

zwei blogs im eine tage!?!?!?

Ok so I don't know the German word for 'blog' and I probably didn't even construct that sentence correctly - but - 2 blogs in one day!?!!? Sometimes it happens, and really, this blog is about absolutely nothing.

I'm a little loopy at 8:14pm on Wednesday evening. You see Wednesday is taco night at the knights of columbus in South Milwaukee. 75 cent soft tacos, $1.50 hard shell tacos and BOGO drinks, it's been a family thing for the past 2 months or so and in short - our final bill for the entire group is about $5....excluding drinks, and that's for 4 of us. If J comes it's about $7. Dirt cheap! And the tacos are delicious, you'd be stupid to pass it up. A woman we bowl with on our couples league is a bartender there and already knows our drink order when we arrive shortly after work - long island, long beach and a rum and coke. And since she's a friend of ours, feels obligated to make it as strong as possible. No complaints, but a long island even stronger than it already is!?? Buzzed after 3 sucks from the straw. So usually I head home with mom a bit in the bag and feeling good. Tonight I arrive home, flip on the boob tube and discover one of my all time favorite movies is on - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, circa 1990. I dont know what it is about this movie, it's probably just the nostalgia of it all and bringing me back in time to the days as a carefree kid - but it makes me feel good. And as I'm sitting here, enjoying the rubbery turtle costumes, April O' Neil's fluffy permed 80's hairdo and Corey Feldman's voice as Donatello - I can't help but think something's missing. Right, it's my Jack Daniels. Now - I don't normally drink alone, on my fucked up lopsided couch, on a Wednesday night - but this is a special occasion! TMNT is on TV! Plus, the Gods must have had it in store because usually I'd have nothing to mix with the precious last few ounces of my JD - I'm not a soda drinker, but it just so happens that J is. I've got a 18 pack of diet coke in the fridge with his name on it (ugh, the poison I keep in my home for him ;-)). Perfect! The last swig of Jack to celebrate Michaelangelo, Raphael, Donatello and Leonardo in all their glory. J despises Mr. Daniels anyway - it's only fitting to suck down the remaining drops in his absence, right? RIGHT!?!?!?

This is the dumbest blog I've ever written.

It's Did-You-Know Wednesday!

Well, the first one anyway - I've decided that we need a little pick-me-up every week after two Mondays in a row - hence the birth of Did-You-Know Wednesday. Onward!

In my previous post about Taft's tubby bitchass, I mentioned as a young child around the age of 10 or so I had a book about all the Presidents. Well in my recent weekend visit to my parent's house to steal some food while they were at the Packer game, I found that little lost treasure! Sure enough, the first paragraph in Taft's section mentions the bathtub. But enough about that - I bring you today's fun fact.

Did you know, that James Buchanan (the fifteenth President) started the faux hawk trend? See for yourself.



The Pony Express was also formed during his presidency to deliver mail to the west coast. We also found out last year that The Pony Express was also used to deliver black toner to C-K for our printer on the 5th floor (it seriously took weeks!). Rock on Jimmy B!

This post made possible by Our American Presidents: From Washington through Clinton by Joan Bumann and John Patterson, and the ahead-of-his-time stylings of James "JB" Buchanan.


(Please note: this is the shitty version through Bush, I have the better version through Clinton - it was 5 cents more)

Hugh love me! Hugh really love me!!!

Happy new Monday!



Not only has the glorious fall begun, but fresh new seasons of my favorite shows are taking over my DVR. HOUSE STARTS TONIGHT! I'm rather excited, as if you couldn't tell. Not only is the show totally captivating, with the wide variety of interesting diseases, infections, symptoms and patients - but Hugh Laurie is a thing of beauty. The man can be the most narcissistic asshat to ever exist all the while putting patient's lives in danger and I would still shove him into a stairwell and have my way with him.

Another reason I have a soft spot in my heart for him, is that he made an appearance on Friends, my favorite show of all time. And even then, was a total asshole! Love.



In other news (and totally validating my blog name) - I had a very interesting morning. I did some wash last night and put my jeans in the dryer before I went to bed - so this morning I went to the dryer after my shower to get a pair. Well, I picked out a pair I bought from Aeropostale about a year ago and in putting them on, realized there was about a quarter size rip/hole in the ass - right by the corner of the back pocket. So, I threw them into my room to deal with them later - because I'm going to fix them.

I then go back to the dryer to get another pair and pick out a pair of Mossimo jeans I got from Target over a year ago. Well these pants have always been a little tighter and shrink more than my other jeans in the dryer so when I put them on I have to do a series of twists and bends to loosen them up a bit. So I begin to put them on in my room and do a squat of sorts and hear a loud, cartoonlike rrrriiiiiiippppppppppppppp, and feel a bit of a draft as my right asscheek explodes out the back of my pants. WHAT. THE. FUCK. I literally said this out loud as I furiously kicked them off and proceeded to grab said rip and pull as hard as I could basically taking off the whole right leg in a fit of frustration. Then I started to laugh and made yet another trip to the dryer to get one more pair of jeans and carefully inspect them so they don't explode off my body when I get to work. But this is now the third pair of jeans that have ripped in the ass! I had a pair of my favorite AE jeans rip right across the ass last winter, and those weren't even tight! And actually as I'm typing this - I'm realizing all three pairs have ripped along the right side. Is my right asscheek substantially larger than the left?!?!!? Just call me L.A. from now on, for LOPSIDED ASS. Now I'm gonna have to have my jeans specially made on the internet for size 4 with the right side a size 6. Stupid body.

ah well, lesson learned

So I'm not even sure how many people saw my last post - about my photo on the popphoto website, but I banished it to cyberspace. Apparently the whole critique-ing section of that blog is a joke - I say joke, as in these 'contributing bloggers' probably have no more credentials than I to be offering advice in the world of photography. I guess I was just too caught up in the fact that I had a good review - but after finding out it basically means next to nothing, there's no point in sharing it with the world.

Photography is subjective, not objective - and while some of the reviewers practiced that, most did not (and neither did a lot of the people taking the time to make their comments). And upon finding out there was a comments section below the posts (which I did not know until KT pointed it out, because I can't read) I checked them out. Brought the glee down a notch...or 10. I couldn't tell if these people just really disliked my photo, or had been ripped apart themselves by one of the blogger's critiques and couldn't understand why a "pretty picture of an ugly flower" got any praise. While I did agree with some of the comment-ers points on either the photo itself (the tip of the petal cut off at the bottom) or the blogger's critique (I also felt she lightened it a little too much), I thought it was a pretty good capture. It's a macro shot of a flower, it is what it is, it's not some picture of some starving children in Africa getting their first meal after 3 months. But again, going back to my earlier statement - unless you're talking about technical fixes like shutter speed, aperture, DOF etc - all you're going to have is a bunch of opinions...so...take it with a grain of salt?

I was just interested to see what more experienced people would have to say about a photo I snapped on vacation - it's not like it was hand-picked for the cover of National Geographic. And in looking at the comments of the other photos picked for a critique it seems pretty similar across the board - if the photo was given a high rating, people questioned why - if the photo was given a low rating, people questioned why. So thanks to those for thinking it was a 'nice' photo and offering some constructive criticism - and no, I do not know the person who critiqued my photo personally as according to one person, there's no other reason there'd be "such praise for such an ordinary photo" - maybe she just likes flowers? But I did agree with his/her last statement - "Your critiques are no more than your opinion and your opinion is no better than mine."

In conclusion, only you can decide if your photo is worthy of a desktop background. In the meantime, I'm going to keep on taking pictures of ordinary things.

Pewpies

Anyone who knows me, knows that I love the word poop. It's just funny to me and no matter how much that makes me seem forever immature - I don't care. It's a great word, as is any derivative of the word poop, like poopies. I find it cute when men or women of any age say it. Of course, almost any words that come out of a two or three year olds mouth is going to be cute - but I almost find it endearing when an adult man says 'poopies'.

It could also be the only reason I like the movie On Golden Pond - YOU OLD POOP!

All that ridiculousness being said - I need this.

Oh, Hair....O'Hare?

Such a lovely foggy Thursday it is - lovely because I get to escape my cube cell at noon.

J's brother is coming home today from his stint in Alaska so I'm tagging along for the ride to Chicago to pick him up. While we're not walking the city streets of Chitown, or gazing up at the glorious Hancock Building (ok maybe only I do that, it's one of my fave's) - we ARE going to a massive international airport, perfect for people watching - one of my hobbies. We may not even be there long enough to get a good session in - but even a brisk walk through the airport will give you enough to write a book.

I'm off to plug my meter - the joys of parking in dtown Milwaukee.

'Calm down, it's never the first one!'

This is amazing. That's all I have to say.

www.collegehumor.com/video:1770138

Oh, Taft - you and your big ass

Happy Monday....again.

So, a new director started in here in PR yesterday - the powers that be decided it would be fun for him to fill out a get-to-know-him survey of sorts and one of the questions was: What was your favorite president? His answer? LBJ - which I was proud to know stood for Lyndon Baines (Ok I didn't know his middle name was Baines, but I did know that it was B...obviously) Johnson, I even knew the approximate term he served! Hey, I'm an old lady no longer in school so past president information kinda slips to the dusty crevices of my brain...but I digress. Upon knowing LBJ, I started to remember a couple random facts about some presidents, i.e Nixon and "I am not a crook", Reagan and....well I just like Reagan because he's so cute, and was in term when yours truly entered this world. But then I remembered something about some president being really fat and not fitting into the bathtub and having a special tub made and what have you. You see around age 11 I was into Presidents and had this book on all Presidents up until the current one (which was Clinton) and it had 2 or 3 pages of info about each one - their term, fun facts - and apparently how fat they were. I knew that it started with a 'T', and I kept thinking Truman - but knew that wasn't it. So then I googled "fat president tub", exactly in that order, and it all came screaming back, it was Taft. Good ol' 400 pounds of fun William Howard Taft. THEN, the Heavens opened up and sent me this little nugget.



Which immediately put Z and I into a fit of laughter. It's perfect - I've even printed it out and hung it in my cubicle. And then it came to me - this would be the perfect skit on Conan, much like In The Year 2000, where "FAT PRESIDENT" would be repeated like "in the year 2000" is in the aforementioned skit - however - in that low, movie trailer-esque voice, and the image above would flash on screen.

For example

Conan: Because President Taft was so ginormous, he had to have a special tub made for him installed in the White House.
(movie trailer-esque voice): FAT PRESIDENT ::show picture above::

Then continue with another fact, and so on and so forth.

Ok so it's not as funny on paper as it is my head, but I'm not a writer for Conan and I'm sure they'd be able to make it more sarcastic, and witty, and just overall completely ridiculous. It could work, I'm telling you!

On that note, I leave you with this - It's a replica of Taft's tub because the original cracked "while it was being removed from the White House".....yeah, sure it was.



I can't believe I just wrote an entire blog about William Taft. Raise your hand if you remembered that Taft was a President! Two points if you remembered that he was fat.

And lastly....if you rearrange the letters is Taft you get Fatt....with two T's. That's how fat he was.

(Take a drink for every time the word 'fat' appears in this blog)

Come 'ere once.....or twice.....

I have nothing particularly exciting to share, just wanted to make note of a few interesting things I've come across the past few days or so, things one should check out.

First, Kanye West's new album Graduation, namely track 5, 'Good Life'. I also hope all you folks out there in TV viewing land watched the Emmy's on Sunday and caught the hilarity of Rainn Wilson (Dwight on The Office) doing a little head to head with Mr West himself in a rendition of Don't Forget the Lyrics. Singing what you ask? Why, the songs of Kanye West.



Second, a Scottish singer the wonderful Ale introduced me to, whose voice is reminiscent of Gavin Degraw or maybe Ray LaMontagne-ish - who goes by the name of Paolo Nutini. He's fantastic, I would suggest giving "Last Request" a listen first.

Thrice, Prison Break starts again tonight. While the show may be a little far fetched - it does have some good cliffhangers and exciting twists and turns. Even if it's not really your thing - just watch it for Wentworth Miller, no straight woman or gay man will be disappointed.

Quad - www.michaelgoddard.com. The man's art is amazing - I want every piece of it in my rec room whenever I have a house.

and Funf - The Brave One starring Jodie Foster and Terrence Howard. The movie is plain amazing and anything that I say about it will not do it justice. If anything - how can you not want to see any movie Terrence Howard is in?



Ok I s'pose I better finish a few things before I leave this hole. Happy Monday! Tomorrow's another one.......

It's Friday, I'm in love (plug The Cure)

With Zooey Deschanel. Her comedic timing is perfect and she is quite hilarious. Failure to Launch would have been the exact same movie as The Wedding Planner or How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, if it weren't for Ms. Zooey.

Peep these.





They're a little long, but totally worth it. Especially the shotgun scene(s) in part two.

She's also my favorite part of The Good Girl.

In other news, we've been watching Tim Gunn's Guide To Style and upon seeing Episode 1 with Rebecca, I realized that maybe I need this show. Her every day attire was incredibly similar to mine. It doesn't help that I don't have to dress up one bit for work, so I don't own many dress clothes these days. But then as I thought about it more I realized that she didn't necessarily dress bad, or was stuck in some previous decade of horrible fashion - she just wore jeans and tshirts with the occasional pumps, and dressy-ish top now and then. She just needed Tim's list of essential items he believes every woman should have in her closet. It's something like - a white shirt, black pants, alternative sweatsuit, blazer, vibrator....I don't know - its 11 or so standard items. Maybe I should get that list....

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Well, it's not 1999 or 2000

I wanted to write a detailed blog about the atrocity that was the VMA's 2007 - but I'm tired and don't feel like using the brain energy required. But I will say a few things....

First of all - it was announced Britney would be making her big comeback and opening the show. I was actually pulling for the girl - yeah she's gone a little nuts, but I still feel bad for her. And while she isn't the greatest singer - I've always thought of her as a pretty damn good performer. Part of me thought she was going to knock it out of the park...instead she bunted, and then tripped and fell on her way to first. I was disappointed. The whole performance was lackluster, she looked totally un-enthused - and really nervous. That does seem a little understandable considering her present position with the media and all that's going on in her life - but she's been doing this for how many years? If she wasn't ready, she should have waited. I did like the song though, a good dance tune. And though she doesn't have the body circa VMA's 2000, I thought she looked good - she did have two kids, which Sarah Silverman distastefully made fun of afterwards. I think Sarah's funny, I'm usually a fan - but they're innocent kids, they have nothing to do with anything and it was just rude - but I guess that's expected.

Moving on, they changed the entire format of the show - and I don't think it worked. Instead of your normal venue, like Radio City, they held the awards at the Palms in Vegas and had a smaller venue plus different 'parties' going on in several of the suites. They'd cut from suite to suite, then back to the main stage all the while showing parts of performances. There were a lot of performances cut off that I would have liked to watch - but I guess the point of that was to cut the show down to two hours (which they still went over) and put all the performances on MTV Overdrive. All in all, performance wise the only things worth checking out are Britney (just because it's Britney, and you have to see what I mean), Chris Brown and JT, Timbaland and Nelly at the very end. What also struck me as odd was the fact that it's the Video Music Awards, and I think they presented like 5 awards. They need to revisit the VMA's 1999, 2000 and figure out where they went wrong. Yeah the music industry was flooded with a lot of pop, but at least the show and performances were entertaining and they actually gave away awards.



Oh pop music.

They could have done so much with this years show - music is in a really good place right now and there are so many good artists. They blew it!

Go hear to check out Kanye, JT, Timbaland, Rihanna w/ Fall Out Boy, etc.

www.mtv.com/overdrive

11:59:59

"It's not just the 11th hour, it's 11:59:59"



I went with J and Ale last night to see this film at the Oriental, and it was really good. It really made you think. Unfortunately I was never an environmentalist, or paid any mind to how much harm the human race is actually causing this planet. I do have an aunt that was/is always about greenpeace, having a compost pile, and bringing your own canvas bags for grocery shopping instead of using 'paper or plastic' - but I just didn't really care. And obviously that was the thought of most of the population, seeing the state we're in today. The facts were incredibly eye-opening, and it really is up to this generation to start 'giving a shit' and do something to improve the quality of our environment. One of the points that really struck me as amazing came towards the end of the film when David Suzuki was talking about nature, and the environment - and all that it does for us, for free. He mentioned at one time they did a study to try and calculate how much it would cost to replace all that it does with man-made structures and machines; Bees pollenating flowers, trees and plants putting oxygen back into the air, etc. It would cost 35 TRILLION dollars to do what nature does for us, for free. Maybe it's just me, but that's amazing. They obviously talked about global warming how the earth in general is a few degrees warmer - most people think 2, 3 degrees isn't much, and isn't enough to make a difference - but a few degrees is what brought us out of the last ice age. They also had a few creative directors and architects like Bruce Mau and William McDonough speaking in the film about designing buildings and devices that use solar power, and mimick nature to cut down on fossil fuels and other things that are wearing the earth's resources down so quickly.

If you've got the chance, go see this film - or at least look into what it's about. I'm at the stage in my life where I start thinking about raising a family at some point - and need to have an interest in doing something to preserve quality of life. I may not be around anymore by time it's too late to go back and the human race will die off because of it, but I don't want to bring children into a world that's no longer livable.

There are so many more interesting facts and information that I obviously can't cover - so I really do encourage you to see it.

The 11th Hour Trailer

I'm eating my own words

And those words are "I have an amazing immune system."

Yes, just because I said that - I got sick with the death. J was swallowing razor blades early last week and I foolishly said "teehee, I have an amazing immune system, I probably won't get it." Only I forgot to knock on wood while daring to make such a statement. Besides, his never turned into much anyway - but noooo, come Monday morning I had this weezy feeling in my throat and thought nothing of it for awhile. Then it started to hurt, finally around 8pm while watching Mystery and his gang I was slammed with the full on It's-90-degrees-in-my-house-but-im-freezing syndrome, complete with head-to-toe body aches and sore skin. That's right, MY SKIN HURT! I downed Nyquil and hit the sack by 9:30 - didn't help all that much since I was out of commission all day yesterday. However, today it doesn't hurt to have clothes on, my temperature is back down to a solid 98.6 degrees, and I'm here at work (although I am coughing all over my keyboard). I'm hoping I don't get much more phlegmy (there was an unfortunate incident in the shower this morning) and that this sore throat decides to go back wherever it came from SOON.

Have no fear, this is not going to hinder the weekly tradition of Taco Night every Wednesday at the KOC. Usually this meal comes complete with a long island, but I think I will skip that for some water this time 'round.

Wish me luck in that a shard of taco shell will not scrape my gullet on the way down.

Ba de ya - Say do you remember....

Ba de ya - Dancin' in September


Great song, great month. It's finally September. While it is a tad bittersweet since the quickly approaching fall means winter's just around the corner - I LOVE fall, it's my favorite time of year. The comfortable temperatures, wearing scarves, specialty drinks at starbucks (pumpkin spice lattes!), Halloween, the smell of the crisp air, the changing leaves - perfect for taking pictures :-)

And may I say September started off with a bang! A good friend of mine from high school got married yesterday and it was a great time. J and I were pretty excited upon finding out the reception was open bar - full open bar! Apparently money grows on trees on the groom's side and they like to share. But I guess the curse that comes with a full open bar is that no matter how hard you try to take advantage of it, you cannot get drunk! It was insanity - we each had like 8 spotted cows and 3 shots in a matter of 2 hours or so and we couldn't even catch a buzz! In the long run I guess that was a pretty good thing since then we didn't have to take a cab home - AND it's better to be unable to get drunk off 938547 free drinks than ones you paid for - no wasted money! But we still danced the night away and got to see some of my friends I rarely get to see anymore. Though, they didn't play the one song I requested :( But all in all a great success. I'll post some pictures when I get some.

Also, my weather widget didn't lie and this weekend has been beautiful - perfect weather for a four day weekend! Ah yes, another reason I love the coming of fall - Labor Day - a mini vacation!

TaTa for now - I'm off to eat a bratwurst....and drink a beer....or 7.

Who are you, Ansel Adams?!?

As if you couldn't tell by my links, or some of the info in my profile (if you even read it) - I'm quite wrapped up in the world of photography. It's always been something I was interested in, but within the last couple years it's really become a focal point in my artsy fartsy ways.

I was lucky enough to have a brother who purchased a digital SLR camera not too long ago to try out on his BMX endeavors - but decided he wouldn't be able to use it to it's potential for the price he paid, and sold it to me. I'm no Annie Leibovitz, but I've come pretty far in teaching myself the basics of shutter speed, aperture, white balance - so on and so forth - and I'm pretty pleased with some of my results! I monkey around daily with my camera and hope to one day maybe shoot some weddings, or put together a good shoot with family, or my friend's kids.

Here are a few shots - I'm not a fan of planting flowers, or keeping a garden - but apparently I do like to take pictures of them!







Chicago




Ethan!

Sun, Sun, Sun, Here it comes.....

Let me just express my gratitude towards the amazing George Harrison for writing this fabulous Beatles tune.


(This is obviously not GH, but it is me, pops and Louise Harrison - George's older sister....soooo, close enough)

And what a WONDERFUL sunny day it is! This is probably the best weather you can get in Wisconsin and for that I'm thrilled. It really doesn't get much better than this - sunny, no humidity and in the 60s/70s. Take a look at my widget!



It's glorious!!!! Glorious for 3/4 days straight! I'm stoked for the weekend, especially since after today I'm off until next Tuesday and I get to fully enjoy it.

My smile surely is returning to my face.

Why is the cost of living never on sale?

I'd like to see my life on the 50% off rack - or the Clearance shelf. "Attention Wal-Mart shoppers, we have a special on life today, it's 50% off the red sticker sale price". That would be wonderful.

If you can't tell, I'm having issues with how much it costs just to live. I admit, I'm not the greatest with money - and I'm working on finally having some sort of budget to follow. I mean I have a budget, it's just sort of all in my head and not the most stable. But I've been doing pretty good with not excessively spending money on useless things, even moved out of my glorious apartment and in with my uncle for quite some time to pay off debt. But really what that left me with now in my new apartment is broke with good credit. I suppose that IS better than broke with horrible credit - but still frustrating nonetheless.

I think the root of the problem, and what is hurting my dolla situation the most is having to pay bills solo. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE living alone, having my own space and that independence - but it's hard paying rent, cable, electric by yourself. Would I sacrifice my independence to save some money for awhile until I either make more money or enter a double income situation? Sure, that would definitely be the smart thing to do - here's the problem - I literally have 0 options for a roommate at this point. 5 of my friends are either married/married w kids/live with their S/O - one is in her last year of college, living at home and can't afford to move out and another already lives with her sister. Plus, I just moved back out into another apartment with a year lease - so even if something were to come up, I'm stuck in this situation for at least a year.

But nobody really makes bank in their 20's, right? Well except for several of my friends who actually do....it's so my luck to have found my talent and interest in a field where it takes yeeeaaars to actually make what you're worth. Why couldn't I have liked numbers and become an accountant? Or just said screw college, I'm gonna become an AA for some corporation and make more money than my friends that have a degree. Because yes, those people do exist in my life...what a slap in the face that is.

So, now that I'm done whining I'm going to get back to eating the rest of my buddig's turkey lunchmeat and golden delicious apple I have for lunch and contemplate moving to the carribean, living in a straw shack and wearing the same clothes everyday. Or robbing a bank.

What doesn't kill us is making us stronger.....

We're going to last longer, Than the greatest wall in China, Or that rabbit with the druuuuum...

Oh Roseanne, how I love thee. No I did not write this, but I believe it's one of the greatest pieces of literature ever written. ESPECIALLY, 'Darlene's dead guy baklava' - what a great episode. Oh 1989......

"The Conner Menu-ette"

Generous spoons of cream-$tyle corn,
Spaghetti in a can.
Four-star chili, sort of bland,
Made by Dan (the Dan Man).

Mark's rigatoni; pudding with Candy bars.
Heavily cerealed meatloaf
And pickled eggs in jars.

Spaghetti Bucket leftovers;
Fried cluck from Chicken Divine.
Wash it down with Canoga,
Or a gulp of Beverly's wine.

Loose meat sandwiches;
Peanut butter and Frito.
Darlene's dead guy baklava
makes for good eat-o.

DJ's pocketful of ice cream;
A popsicle of grape flavor.
These are just a few yums
The Conners like to savor!

It truly is a 'Mystery'......

Recently a show has come into my TV viewing life that the entire world should be privy to - and that show is The Pick-Up Artist. This deserves it's own entry, which is why I'm posting .4958 seconds after the first blog.

I am normally not always a fan of reality shows - oh who am I kidding, yes I am. But this one takes the cake, or maybe in this case, the virginity? J and I anxiously wait all week for 8pm Monday nights to sit down, relax and experience the sheer joy that VH1 has put forth.

'Mystery' (I dont even remember his real name) is a man who calls himself a Master Pick-up Artist - which we've come to discover is more along the lines of Master Player of Unneccessary Games. I don't really know the entire backstory of why or when this man decided that this was his calling, or why VH1 thought it would be a good idea to develop an entire tv series around Mystery and his 'method'. Actually I take that back, I do know why - they somehow knew that people would watch, if not for the ridiculous entertainment of it all - for the men out there who for some reason think there's some sort of guidebook and trickery to meeting women. Nonetheless, it got J and my asses hooked - so much so that it has made my list of shows worth DVR-ing.

Mystery comes complete with two wingmen, J-Dog(g?) and Matador. Why they feel these outrageous nicknames are necessary is beyond me, maybe they think they're fulfilling some sort of childhood fantasy. The fact that these 'students' believe this man can give them some sort of tools required to meet women is disappointing. First of all, our friend Mystery looks like a tool himself. Honey you need to quit raiding Pam Anderson's wardrobe, with your big froofy hat (just because yours is black doesn't make it any more masculine) and pleather/cheetah prints.





You also need to stay out of her make-up drawer, with that thick-ass eyeliner. And I don't know who you're fooling with that lip smack tattoo on your neck - we all know you have a lifetime supply of that stick on tattoo in your dressing room, or purse, or whatever it is you carry. He also has a vast array of other hats and bandanas along with 394 pairs of goggles to accompany them. He even has wooden ones with little slits in the eye area...were you on a dutch version of Star Trek at some point in your life?

Aside from his atrocious choice of wardrobe, we've also noticed a pretty wicked lithp, I'm sorry - lisp - that shows it's ugly face more and more as the season progresses - and his obvious attempt to disguise it. Now, I'm not making fun of people who have lisps, or other speech impediments - shit happens. But my man's opened pandora's box with all this mess - so it's necessary to mention.

Now these students of his aren't ugly by any means, and with the exception of a couple truly socially inept wackos - just seem like genuinely nice, shy guys - going after the wrong women. In watching the show, I've learned a few things.

Apparently....
1. You need to make yourself seem like a completely self-involved asshole to get a women to 'chase you'
2. You need to have an understanding of a really weird collection of terms such as gambit, keno, two-set, etc. (watch the show, you'll know what I mean)
3. You have to have a script memorized before approaching any woman, because normal conversation is so last week
and 4. as a man, the only response you need to anything a woman says to you is "you'll have to buy me a drink first". Whatever happened to a gentlemen buying a lady a drink?

I realize I'm totally dogging the show (and rightfully so) all the while plugging it - but in my opinion (coming from a woman!) this show needs to be watched for two reasons. Pure entertainment, and to learn what NOT to do. Because if any man came at me with the mess he sends these men into bars with, you can guarantee I, or any other woman in their right mind, would see right through it. The only women who fall for scripted nonsense are either drunk and want nothing to do with you, just what's in your pants - or are completely insecure with themselves and fawn all over any man who gives them attention, and that just has bad news written all over it.

Disclaimer - if all you're looking for is T & A, then disregard this entire post. But the men on this show seem to be looking for something more.

Watch this and you'll get the gist of the wonder that is The Pick-Up Artist.


A few last words - women are really not that scary. A genuine conversation with somebody is always the best policy and games will get you nowhere. You don't need clever gimmicks and pick-up lines and crazy vocabulary terms to define steps in getting closer to a woman. And anyone who DOES need that sort of nonsense, is not a woman you want to be associated with anyway.

But seriously, watch it.

Edit: I totally forgot to add the link of his website, where I assume all this tom foolery began and how he got his show in the first place. Personally, I like the fact that he says it's not about "sleazy lounge lizards with too much jewelry and cologne" yet in the next breath "there are very few women who cannot be put under your spell" - spell? Are you kidding? That has creep written all over it. Why don't you just slip a date rape drug into my drink while you're at it.

www.themysterymethod.com

And check out his 'products' and those prices!!!! This dude is making BANK off poor guys with low self esteem - DOUCHEY!

If everyone jumped off a bridge?

Apparently I would follow - since I too have decided to (re)join the world of blogging. This isn't such a new venture for me as once upon a time I had a blog, whose hosting site and title will remain nameless for it basically was a venting blog during a very unfortunate time in my life 2 or so years ago. It's rather embarrassing to look back on, seeing as how it basically portrays me as a pathetic, co-dependant freak on paper - which I definitely am not. But everyone goes through rough periods...right? RIGHT!? It is good for a chuckle though - I just wish I would have written about something more interesting.

I've also made many pointless blogs in the world of myspace, but I've grown tired of m'space blogging so here I am. We'll see how long this one lasts.

It will inevitably be a blog about absolutely nothing (hence the tagline), just a bunch of ramblings. I'm not clever enough to author a blog on one particular subject such as fashion, politics, or the 80s. Even though I do love the 80s - c'mon! The Brat Pack, The music - the movies!!! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!! Ok so that was '90, but close enough.

So I leave you with this.