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There is absolutely nothing on tv. My interweb StumbleUpon has 281 favorite-d sites.
This is a sign that I should probably be, oh I don't know, SLEEPING! or at the very least, reading, drawing, doodling...some activity which doesn't involve me hunched over, incessantly clicking the trackpad or remote with my jaw dropped like some catatonic zombie. Maybe this is the peak of life for some people, but I sure hope I have more to accomplish. I shouldn't be too hard on myself given that it's spring break and next quarter will be challenging and busy.
Off to bed, lest I sleep through my haircut appointment! Snippety chop.
24 March 2009
a personal "project"
It's nothing substantial, just something I should've created a while ago given my borderline creepy passion for music and song. I have decided to create top 10 lists by genre, of the __'s, etc... Porque/Pourquoi? Why not?! Besides, I'm just beginning to get better from my flu-thingymabob and I need to get this break started. Traveling, psh. It's list-making time.
As for the good ol' tube, since the list of what I watch goes on for miles, I can tell you that I'm not watching:
-The Nora Roberts 2009 collection [but I'm all for any new gossip about LeAnn Rimes' supposed caught-on-tape affair with her steamy co-star. Poor hubby]
-Toddlers and Tiaras [and I will not be watching WE's new Little Miss Perfect either, for that matter]
-trash reality tv [temporarily during break, I think my parents would cry]
-LOST. I gave up on remembering or attempting to figure out every reference, symbol, clue, polar bear, dharma station, let alone trying to remember what happens over the course of a single episode and all its flash____s.
-In the infomercial department, I've finally grown sick of Sham Wow--once you bought it, the excitement of seeing and must-having it over the tv fades away. I would like the Egg Genie, though.
Had I not caught the plague, I'd be camping with good company in Malibu, but I did so I am not. I am trying to cut down on the bad/stupid decision making. Though they have immediate rewards, I tend to regret such decisions (like if I'd left for camping today when I am finally getting better) as the foolishness and suckiness of those choices eventually reveal themselves. In other words, I want less FMLs and more HMLs (hail my life?) or AMLs (applaud my life?), you get the picture.
I also watched episode 2 of KINGS last night. YES. Not quite as mind-blowingly suspenseful to me as DAMAGES, but it's getting gooood. To no point whatsoever, here is a completely gratuitous picture of Egan.
Your welcome and good day.
As for the good ol' tube, since the list of what I watch goes on for miles, I can tell you that I'm not watching:
-The Nora Roberts 2009 collection [but I'm all for any new gossip about LeAnn Rimes' supposed caught-on-tape affair with her steamy co-star. Poor hubby]
-Toddlers and Tiaras [and I will not be watching WE's new Little Miss Perfect either, for that matter]
-trash reality tv [temporarily during break, I think my parents would cry]
-LOST. I gave up on remembering or attempting to figure out every reference, symbol, clue, polar bear, dharma station, let alone trying to remember what happens over the course of a single episode and all its flash____s.
-In the infomercial department, I've finally grown sick of Sham Wow--once you bought it, the excitement of seeing and must-having it over the tv fades away. I would like the Egg Genie, though.
Had I not caught the plague, I'd be camping with good company in Malibu, but I did so I am not. I am trying to cut down on the bad/stupid decision making. Though they have immediate rewards, I tend to regret such decisions (like if I'd left for camping today when I am finally getting better) as the foolishness and suckiness of those choices eventually reveal themselves. In other words, I want less FMLs and more HMLs (hail my life?) or AMLs (applaud my life?), you get the picture.
I also watched episode 2 of KINGS last night. YES. Not quite as mind-blowingly suspenseful to me as DAMAGES, but it's getting gooood. To no point whatsoever, here is a completely gratuitous picture of Egan.
Your welcome and good day.
21 March 2009
the good that comes from being sick
Television. As regularly as I live like an immobile blob, this time I really haven't seen sunlight in four days.
I have no idea what I caught but this is one of the worst cases of the "sickies" I've had for a while. Actually, I would willingly wear those attractive medical masks (unintentional alliteration, how fun!) because I don't want my parents to catch what I have. Never before have I consumed such a large quantity of "over-the-counters" in such a short time span. Pill count: 16 Motrin, 10 Tylenol Sinus, 4 Sudafed, Completed 5/5 days of Azithromycin. I promise I'm not a fiend...
Now, a brain vomit about all the tv I've been watching this whole time...
Item 1. PRIMETIME ON DEMAND. Not only is there HBO, but also CBS, FX, USA and NBC: Chuck, Heroes, ER, FNL, 30 Rock, Office. Ahhhh
Item 2. Good genes. I believe I have figured out a most miraculous combination.
If Matt Damon, Brad Pitt, and Mark Valley magically had a baby...
You would get
Chris Egan! My new weekly dose of Aussie eye candy, compliments of
Item 2.5. NBC's new drama series, KINGS. Apparently, the premier received rather low ratings, but I assume it will quickly pick up a loyal cult fan base, myself included. The plot alone grabbed my attention because of it's premise as a Biblical allusion. I don't necessarily live my life by the book as a faith but I've always been intrigued by the Bible as a literary and historical text and am thus obsessed with the parallels they've already made. Egan's wholesome face and Ian McShane, whose face alone could tell a story, have good chemistry. Almost forgot! Sebastian Stan (Gossip Girl's Carter Baizen) is also on the show. This is important because I love Gossip Girl, perhaps also because he looks to be a promising villain. One last thing, Macaulay Culkin is supposed to be in the series at some point. I know, right?
Item 3. Token chick flick, THE HOLIDAY. Think what you will, but I found it positively charming and refreshing as a chick-flick/rom-com. Everything just worked. All the protagonists were troubled and complex enough that it wasn't overly cheesy. I was pleasantly surprised to see the great, now 93-year-old Eli Wallach, a true method actor who's been around since classic Hollywood (BABY DOLL; MAGNIFICENT SEVEN; THE GOOD, THE BAD, and THE UGLY). I've never been a huge fan of Jude Law, but he is surprisingly likeable in this film as all the protagonists are.
Item 4. The usual. Watching everything else that's on at any given time.
I have no idea what I caught but this is one of the worst cases of the "sickies" I've had for a while. Actually, I would willingly wear those attractive medical masks (unintentional alliteration, how fun!) because I don't want my parents to catch what I have. Never before have I consumed such a large quantity of "over-the-counters" in such a short time span. Pill count: 16 Motrin, 10 Tylenol Sinus, 4 Sudafed, Completed 5/5 days of Azithromycin. I promise I'm not a fiend...
Now, a brain vomit about all the tv I've been watching this whole time...
Item 1. PRIMETIME ON DEMAND. Not only is there HBO, but also CBS, FX, USA and NBC: Chuck, Heroes, ER, FNL, 30 Rock, Office. Ahhhh
Item 2. Good genes. I believe I have figured out a most miraculous combination.
If Matt Damon, Brad Pitt, and Mark Valley magically had a baby...
You would get
Chris Egan! My new weekly dose of Aussie eye candy, compliments of
Item 2.5. NBC's new drama series, KINGS. Apparently, the premier received rather low ratings, but I assume it will quickly pick up a loyal cult fan base, myself included. The plot alone grabbed my attention because of it's premise as a Biblical allusion. I don't necessarily live my life by the book as a faith but I've always been intrigued by the Bible as a literary and historical text and am thus obsessed with the parallels they've already made. Egan's wholesome face and Ian McShane, whose face alone could tell a story, have good chemistry. Almost forgot! Sebastian Stan (Gossip Girl's Carter Baizen) is also on the show. This is important because I love Gossip Girl, perhaps also because he looks to be a promising villain. One last thing, Macaulay Culkin is supposed to be in the series at some point. I know, right?
Item 3. Token chick flick, THE HOLIDAY. Think what you will, but I found it positively charming and refreshing as a chick-flick/rom-com. Everything just worked. All the protagonists were troubled and complex enough that it wasn't overly cheesy. I was pleasantly surprised to see the great, now 93-year-old Eli Wallach, a true method actor who's been around since classic Hollywood (BABY DOLL; MAGNIFICENT SEVEN; THE GOOD, THE BAD, and THE UGLY). I've never been a huge fan of Jude Law, but he is surprisingly likeable in this film as all the protagonists are.
Item 4. The usual. Watching everything else that's on at any given time.
17 March 2009
so good that it's no good
Home sweet home. Far too indulgent a place where the kitchen, bed, HBO On Demand and veg-out couch are all within a 20 foot vicinity of each other, not to mention my parents roaming about asking if I'm hungry again. You can probably deduce that I don't get much work done here but I ain't complainin', a full and happy camper I am, I am!
[The cute 'n' fuzzy version of me!]
At some point in the day you'll find mother, father, and daughter sitting in the family room, each with a mac lappy watching youtube videos. Dad's subscribed to the itunes podcasts of "The Best of Youtube" so that's definitely been a major source of time suck since I came home.
This was an academically dismal quarter, but I realized that we, on the West coast, do have something to be grateful for--we will never really understand the phrase (and variations of) "a cold, lonely winter." Mom and I were discussing this since she'd attended Hamilton in upstate NY and much of my family, including dad, has experienced the East coast for extended periods of time. I really can't imagine going through a true winter, one that's painfully cold, dark and gloomy, lonely...the suicide rate in Seattle made more sense to me now. Over here in sunny Cali, the winter is never that bleak and the relaxed L.A. atmosphere makes it more difficult to just sink into a depression. Given all this, I still want to experience life on the other end. I've only visited a few times, but I think I need to live and breathe the dynamic, four seasons of NY at some point in my life to 1. have a change of scenery and 2. out of fear that I have/will become too complacent and cozy with myself here.
Anywho, I am one Wednesday 11:30-2:30pm final away from freedom. I have one full day left to be a responsible student and study for it, so I'm gonna. I did find some brain food to chew on after I am free:
"Kurt Vonnegut's 8 Basics of Creative Writing
1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
4. Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action.
5. Start as close to the end as possible.
6. Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.
I'd encountered and been taught most of these in some form at some point, but Vonnegut lays it out conveniently in eight simple tips. I don't know exactly what I'll do with these pearls of wisdom, but hopefully I'll do something.
[The cute 'n' fuzzy version of me!]At some point in the day you'll find mother, father, and daughter sitting in the family room, each with a mac lappy watching youtube videos. Dad's subscribed to the itunes podcasts of "The Best of Youtube" so that's definitely been a major source of time suck since I came home.
This was an academically dismal quarter, but I realized that we, on the West coast, do have something to be grateful for--we will never really understand the phrase (and variations of) "a cold, lonely winter." Mom and I were discussing this since she'd attended Hamilton in upstate NY and much of my family, including dad, has experienced the East coast for extended periods of time. I really can't imagine going through a true winter, one that's painfully cold, dark and gloomy, lonely...the suicide rate in Seattle made more sense to me now. Over here in sunny Cali, the winter is never that bleak and the relaxed L.A. atmosphere makes it more difficult to just sink into a depression. Given all this, I still want to experience life on the other end. I've only visited a few times, but I think I need to live and breathe the dynamic, four seasons of NY at some point in my life to 1. have a change of scenery and 2. out of fear that I have/will become too complacent and cozy with myself here.
Anywho, I am one Wednesday 11:30-2:30pm final away from freedom. I have one full day left to be a responsible student and study for it, so I'm gonna. I did find some brain food to chew on after I am free:
"Kurt Vonnegut's 8 Basics of Creative Writing
1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
4. Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action.
5. Start as close to the end as possible.
6. Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.
The greatest American short story writer of my generation was Flannery O’Connor (1925-1964). She broke practically every one of my rules but the first. Great writers tend to do that."
I'd encountered and been taught most of these in some form at some point, but Vonnegut lays it out conveniently in eight simple tips. I don't know exactly what I'll do with these pearls of wisdom, but hopefully I'll do something.
14 March 2009
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This is true. I wake up knowing the day will unfold in an epic manner, either fail or win.
Another enlightening update soon after I sleep and eat away two days of intense dancing.
This is true. I wake up knowing the day will unfold in an epic manner, either fail or win.Another enlightening update soon after I sleep and eat away two days of intense dancing.
08 March 2009
FML: the extended version
Sick. Woke up with a day plan and a massive migraine, but knew that the plan was so not gonna happen and went back to sleep. Woke up next at 4:15 P.M. Been holed up in apt. like hermit ever since. Made another in smart decisions series to visit a "kickback" down the hall (at least close?). Waded it out there til' 2 A.M., at which point I realized that D.S.T. kicked in. Made the mood-crashing announcement that it was now 3 A.M. Back in my room wiiide awake. Nothing on t.v. except infomercials because regular people don't have a death wish and are sleeping peacefully. At the point in the early morning where I ask myself how I'm not dead from insomnia + disgusting food intake (probably because I haven't completed this sublime college lifestyle with drink and smoke). "Romancing the 70s" infomercial is on with Tony Orlando who sports a molestache and reminds me of a film professor I once had. That's not even the saddest part: It's that I happen to know every cheesy love ballad that has come on and have been subconsciously mouthing the lyrics. (Don't shake your head, I will not buy 10-disc collection. With my parents' cds and mine combined, I probably have most of them anyway. Sure, I'd love to send them all to you to add to your itunes library!) New infomercial. I want
Have sudden urge to do what monster 1200 can do. Will watch the sun rise in a couple, then supposed to go hike at 10:30 A.M. and take a practice GRE in the afternoon (not). It's dead week, I am behind on everything as usual and still sick. Just took a ten minute moment to cook frozen grilled chicken strips and mixed vegetables along with some tomato soup. How great that I choose to consume a healthy, balanced meal at 4:45 A.M. Just remembered that I also have a ginormous tub of Nestle cookie dough in the fridge, thus, a 99.9% chance I will bake after finishing this post and eat cookies 'til sunrise. Finally, the usual: grandma still asks about non-existent bf, still poor, jobless, future?, homesick, yadda yadda yadda. FML
[ ] I agree your life is eff-ed. [ ] you deserved that one. [ ] You're cool! be my friend?
p.s. oh hey, grandma...BAM
Have sudden urge to do what monster 1200 can do. Will watch the sun rise in a couple, then supposed to go hike at 10:30 A.M. and take a practice GRE in the afternoon (not). It's dead week, I am behind on everything as usual and still sick. Just took a ten minute moment to cook frozen grilled chicken strips and mixed vegetables along with some tomato soup. How great that I choose to consume a healthy, balanced meal at 4:45 A.M. Just remembered that I also have a ginormous tub of Nestle cookie dough in the fridge, thus, a 99.9% chance I will bake after finishing this post and eat cookies 'til sunrise. Finally, the usual: grandma still asks about non-existent bf, still poor, jobless, future?, homesick, yadda yadda yadda. FML[ ] I agree your life is eff-ed. [ ] you deserved that one. [ ] You're cool! be my friend?
p.s. oh hey, grandma...BAM
07 March 2009
rather insulting
It's 2009. Could they not pronounce Jai Ho correctly? Better yet, why not just play the original song. Ugh.
no Friday night plans? blog party's right here!
For some reason Friday night movies come in threes. Since I am such a cool cat, I've just spent my evening reading then channel surfing across stellar flicks: NACHO LIBRE, STEP UP, and HONEY. Quality x 3. I kept reminding myself that these constitute less of a hit to my IQ than trash, reality tv, right? But all great things come to an end and a new, exciting batch of three began immediately after: NATIONAL SECURITY, BRING IT ON, TRADING PLACES--I have to defend TP as a classic for Akroyd and Murphy (wow, trailers back then @_@). I think I've seen the movie about 15 times on TBS, a mommy and me favorite along with other oldie but goodies like OVERBOARD, CITY SLICKERS and DIRTY ROTTEN SCOUNDRELS. I'm also a fan of Steve Zahn and think it's about time he carries a comedy. Now, TEAM AMERICA, always a pleasure.
I hope to be far more productive tomor--oop, make that later this morning: help out with CEC marketing videos, do my darn laundry (clean supply runs dangerously low), Ralph's/Trader Joe's, reply to Craigslist internship postings (blah), hopefully catch one of the evening screenings of THE WATCHMEN--though I'd much rather just wait to buy the DVD and watch all however many hours of the uncut version plus bonus features.
In other news, Kogi has definitely taken off. I wasn't aware how huge this little Korean taco truck had actually gotten until I read my Newsweek:
Good thing I didn't leave Twitter for dead. If I'm ever at a point where I feel an entrepreneurial urge, I can launch my brand with a tweet tweet, here and a tweet, tweet there. Can I just say that I'm suddenly, extremely unsettled by how powerful the interweb has become? We're basically immersed in it all day long while it acts as the center of our world. I don't think it's too far-reaching to say that death of the internet would not only mean death of an internet salesman, but worse, apocalypse now, the beginning of the end! We'd be left running around like so in a world reminiscent of WALL-E or IDIOCRACY. Oh man, what would I eat in such a setting?
Hm, could this Circus signify the end of the world?
No, of course not. Britney is always good news and she's a far cry from nude in her dresses up there. Maybe she had her kids take out their goth sticker books and decorate her before showtime. I've been hearing mixed reviews about her tour thus far, which makes me feel a little less distraught about not buying tickets for LA. Don't get me wrong, though, because if she ever tours again (crosses fingers), I will be all up on those tickets in a blink. Plus, by then, she should be in even better shape and much more practiced.
Lastly, I've incorporated a new activity to my daily routine. By "routine" I mean classes, surfing the web, facestalking, reading, teeveeing, eating/munching, and sleeping. I lead a rich life that is unfortunately indulgent in junk habits rather than good ones. But! Every day I will complete the one word challenge. I find the exercise to be fun and a good quick break and/or stimulus for the brain. No matter how little I churn out, at least I'm still using the ol' noggin and writing something, anything.
I hope to be far more productive tomor--oop, make that later this morning: help out with CEC marketing videos, do my darn laundry (clean supply runs dangerously low), Ralph's/Trader Joe's, reply to Craigslist internship postings (blah), hopefully catch one of the evening screenings of THE WATCHMEN--though I'd much rather just wait to buy the DVD and watch all however many hours of the uncut version plus bonus features.
In other news, Kogi has definitely taken off. I wasn't aware how huge this little Korean taco truck had actually gotten until I read my Newsweek:
Good thing I didn't leave Twitter for dead. If I'm ever at a point where I feel an entrepreneurial urge, I can launch my brand with a tweet tweet, here and a tweet, tweet there. Can I just say that I'm suddenly, extremely unsettled by how powerful the interweb has become? We're basically immersed in it all day long while it acts as the center of our world. I don't think it's too far-reaching to say that death of the internet would not only mean death of an internet salesman, but worse, apocalypse now, the beginning of the end! We'd be left running around like so in a world reminiscent of WALL-E or IDIOCRACY. Oh man, what would I eat in such a setting?
Hm, could this Circus signify the end of the world?
No, of course not. Britney is always good news and she's a far cry from nude in her dresses up there. Maybe she had her kids take out their goth sticker books and decorate her before showtime. I've been hearing mixed reviews about her tour thus far, which makes me feel a little less distraught about not buying tickets for LA. Don't get me wrong, though, because if she ever tours again (crosses fingers), I will be all up on those tickets in a blink. Plus, by then, she should be in even better shape and much more practiced.
Lastly, I've incorporated a new activity to my daily routine. By "routine" I mean classes, surfing the web, facestalking, reading, teeveeing, eating/munching, and sleeping. I lead a rich life that is unfortunately indulgent in junk habits rather than good ones. But! Every day I will complete the one word challenge. I find the exercise to be fun and a good quick break and/or stimulus for the brain. No matter how little I churn out, at least I'm still using the ol' noggin and writing something, anything.
06 March 2009
It does a body good
Harvey Milk may recruit me anytime. I cried at the end (duh, what's new). Once the first tear rolls out, you cannot stop the flood and trying not to cry makes it worse. Seeing the real Milk & Co. with the credits was so endearing, as were all the performances from Penn, Hirsche, Franco (oggle), Brolin--good acting, sir! Really. Hell to the no, I hatechoo for what you did in the film but I still love you and Diane Lane in real life.
Oh, so remember that men's website I posted about a while ago? Yes, that one where I didn't realize it was catered to men despite the many obvious clues? Well, I'm still subscribed to the newsletter. Had I subscribed to some woman's digest, I'd be receiving "10 ways to use organic food in your kitchen to make healthy makeup!" "5 minute bun exercises to fit in those True Religion's you always wanted!" Exsqueeze me, screw that. With the Thrillist (for men!), I get tips on the best burger joints, cool humor tees, and urban home decor instead. Win.
It's past 5 A.M. and I've consumed pizza rolls and Boston Market mac & cheese. To be honest, I'm a bit puzzled at how I haven't im- or exploded. I should be cautious...more of my friends are threatening to just point and laugh at me the day my metabs decides it won't stand the abuse anymore. My foolproof plan is to have the hubby before this point so he'll already be committed to me and the marriage--the vows gotta mean something, right?
Megan's familial tidbit du jour: My dad sent a text today reminding me to google chat my mom this weekend. Cool. I think I'll introduce them to skype, perhaps some video chat in due time.
I've forgotten how magical it is to shuffle through an entire itunes library. Coro's "Fallen Angel" just came on. If you haven't a clue who or what, don't feel bad. Nobody should have Coro. I just do because I'm super cool and insist upon collecting music from one-three hit wonders who appeared on occasional episodes of Miami Vice. That could quite possibly be an answer to a Jeopardy question, should you ever be a contestant (no need to thank me, I do what I can).
You really get to see my random train of thought with this post, but is it just me, or is Bruce Springsteen sounding more and more like Bob Dylan? Slightly mumbling (I give him five or so more years to become as unintelligible as Dylan was), much more folk-y in music and lyric--have you ever seen a one-legged dog makin' its way down the street? By golly, I haven't! Not that I have a problem with his progression; just some food for thought if there happens to be an empty moment in your day. "The Wrestler" is a lovely song for the film.
Look, they could even have been brothers!
I know, sorry, but I found it absolutely enlightening.
What lies ahead: Acquiring my California teaching credentials, at least looking into the basic tests: CBEST etc. The question mark of a future is increasingly unsettling and I would really like to live in something sturdier than a brown box. I also have yet to take the free practice LSAT and GRE. Maybe things are looking better. Under Obama, over the course of his term, teacher salary is sure to go up as well as demand, while the journalism market dwindles away. Way to squash my hopes, interweb.
I'll leave you with the miserable, the miraculous, and the merry.
Oh, so remember that men's website I posted about a while ago? Yes, that one where I didn't realize it was catered to men despite the many obvious clues? Well, I'm still subscribed to the newsletter. Had I subscribed to some woman's digest, I'd be receiving "10 ways to use organic food in your kitchen to make healthy makeup!" "5 minute bun exercises to fit in those True Religion's you always wanted!" Exsqueeze me, screw that. With the Thrillist (for men!), I get tips on the best burger joints, cool humor tees, and urban home decor instead. Win.
It's past 5 A.M. and I've consumed pizza rolls and Boston Market mac & cheese. To be honest, I'm a bit puzzled at how I haven't im- or exploded. I should be cautious...more of my friends are threatening to just point and laugh at me the day my metabs decides it won't stand the abuse anymore. My foolproof plan is to have the hubby before this point so he'll already be committed to me and the marriage--the vows gotta mean something, right?
Megan's familial tidbit du jour: My dad sent a text today reminding me to google chat my mom this weekend. Cool. I think I'll introduce them to skype, perhaps some video chat in due time.
I've forgotten how magical it is to shuffle through an entire itunes library. Coro's "Fallen Angel" just came on. If you haven't a clue who or what, don't feel bad. Nobody should have Coro. I just do because I'm super cool and insist upon collecting music from one-three hit wonders who appeared on occasional episodes of Miami Vice. That could quite possibly be an answer to a Jeopardy question, should you ever be a contestant (no need to thank me, I do what I can).
You really get to see my random train of thought with this post, but is it just me, or is Bruce Springsteen sounding more and more like Bob Dylan? Slightly mumbling (I give him five or so more years to become as unintelligible as Dylan was), much more folk-y in music and lyric--have you ever seen a one-legged dog makin' its way down the street? By golly, I haven't! Not that I have a problem with his progression; just some food for thought if there happens to be an empty moment in your day. "The Wrestler" is a lovely song for the film.
Look, they could even have been brothers!
I know, sorry, but I found it absolutely enlightening.What lies ahead: Acquiring my California teaching credentials, at least looking into the basic tests: CBEST etc. The question mark of a future is increasingly unsettling and I would really like to live in something sturdier than a brown box. I also have yet to take the free practice LSAT and GRE. Maybe things are looking better. Under Obama, over the course of his term, teacher salary is sure to go up as well as demand, while the journalism market dwindles away. Way to squash my hopes, interweb.
I'll leave you with the miserable, the miraculous, and the merry.
02 March 2009
a blonde joke
A blonde calls her boyfriend and says, "Please come over and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle and I can't figure out how to get started!"
Her boyfriend asks, "What is it supposed to be when it's finished?"
The blonde says, "According to the picture on the box, a rooster."
Her boyfriend decides to go over and help her. She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table. He studies the pieces for a moment, looks at the box, then turns to her and says, "First of all, no matter what we do, we're not going to be able to assemble these pieces into a rooster."
He takes her hand and says, "Second, I want you to relax. Let's have a nice cup of tea and then" he said with a deep sigh,
"...let's put all the Corn Flakes back in the box."
[cue rim shot, hah! thanks Aunt A. for that :]
Her boyfriend asks, "What is it supposed to be when it's finished?"
The blonde says, "According to the picture on the box, a rooster."
Her boyfriend decides to go over and help her. She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table. He studies the pieces for a moment, looks at the box, then turns to her and says, "First of all, no matter what we do, we're not going to be able to assemble these pieces into a rooster."
He takes her hand and says, "Second, I want you to relax. Let's have a nice cup of tea and then" he said with a deep sigh,
"...let's put all the Corn Flakes back in the box."
[cue rim shot, hah! thanks Aunt A. for that :]
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