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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 :]
28 February 2009
Galactic Greetings Space Ranger
a thousand words...
That's my focused face. Apparently when I shoot galactic guns, I look like I'm eating. Ryan's disgust seems to come from the fact that I won! Trust me, I still can't tell whether or not the laser is coming from my gun. I just wave it around and shoot. (In all my years of experiment and experience with these types of games, I've come to the conclusion that my "just push all/the button(s) as quickly as you can" method works. This is just as applicable to games like Wii boxing, where you "just wave your arms around as fast and in as many directions as you can".)
Took us about an hour and forty to get there, traversed the long and winding road from the 405S, 10E, through the downtown, Grand Ave cluster of joy, then the final 23 mile stretch on the 5S which is STILL under construction. Our mission: four hours to soak up as much happy magic as possible. Ryan turned on the speed walk with power arm pumps while I switched gears to super crane speed. Lines were beautifully short--for Thursday at 4pm in February, they'd better have been! Most of the crowd consisted of baby-toddlers (cute!), the tween-teen group, then me and Ryan, the probably-too-old-to-be-enjoying-Disneyland-this-happily-but-whatevs group. Ryan's birthday pin not only prompted a "Happy Birthday, Ryan!" from every worker, but also got us into the fastpass line at Space Mountain. This magic pin is the equivalent of being a hot girl and getting into the club fo' free.
I admit that the toddlers became decreasingly cute by the end of our four-hour marathon. Hadn't slept a wink the night before, driven, then basically exercised around Disneyland. We were dying of exhaustion and hunger on the tram, having held out on eating inside the park to avoid wasting precious ride time. Hi-five to us for conquering seven rides! We found a perfectly sketchy Red Robin located off the 5 inside a Holiday Inn, bathrooms being those of the hotel lobby. Actually, it was one of the nicer Red Robins I have come across. We tried and failed and had many leftovers--just too exhausted to enjoy all the food.
Discovery of the night award goes to B.E.P.'s new single. Ryan and I were kind of freaking out in the car because of how amazing it is--grew on us halfway through and we had the lyrics down. Download here, now because you will realize how much you love it when they drop the beat at 1:55 after Fergie's Aretha soul moment, yessss. I anxiously await their new album, filled with enough vocoder/auto-tuning to put a smile on your face and a groove in your shoes. Even if you can't stand mainstream club "noise", be be patient and don't hate 'cause they "3008", simply ahead of their time.
That's my focused face. Apparently when I shoot galactic guns, I look like I'm eating. Ryan's disgust seems to come from the fact that I won! Trust me, I still can't tell whether or not the laser is coming from my gun. I just wave it around and shoot. (In all my years of experiment and experience with these types of games, I've come to the conclusion that my "just push all/the button(s) as quickly as you can" method works. This is just as applicable to games like Wii boxing, where you "just wave your arms around as fast and in as many directions as you can".)Took us about an hour and forty to get there, traversed the long and winding road from the 405S, 10E, through the downtown, Grand Ave cluster of joy, then the final 23 mile stretch on the 5S which is STILL under construction. Our mission: four hours to soak up as much happy magic as possible. Ryan turned on the speed walk with power arm pumps while I switched gears to super crane speed. Lines were beautifully short--for Thursday at 4pm in February, they'd better have been! Most of the crowd consisted of baby-toddlers (cute!), the tween-teen group, then me and Ryan, the probably-too-old-to-be-enjoying-Disneyland-this-happily-but-whatevs group. Ryan's birthday pin not only prompted a "Happy Birthday, Ryan!" from every worker, but also got us into the fastpass line at Space Mountain. This magic pin is the equivalent of being a hot girl and getting into the club fo' free.
I admit that the toddlers became decreasingly cute by the end of our four-hour marathon. Hadn't slept a wink the night before, driven, then basically exercised around Disneyland. We were dying of exhaustion and hunger on the tram, having held out on eating inside the park to avoid wasting precious ride time. Hi-five to us for conquering seven rides! We found a perfectly sketchy Red Robin located off the 5 inside a Holiday Inn, bathrooms being those of the hotel lobby. Actually, it was one of the nicer Red Robins I have come across. We tried and failed and had many leftovers--just too exhausted to enjoy all the food.
Discovery of the night award goes to B.E.P.'s new single. Ryan and I were kind of freaking out in the car because of how amazing it is--grew on us halfway through and we had the lyrics down. Download here, now because you will realize how much you love it when they drop the beat at 1:55 after Fergie's Aretha soul moment, yessss. I anxiously await their new album, filled with enough vocoder/auto-tuning to put a smile on your face and a groove in your shoes. Even if you can't stand mainstream club "noise", be be patient and don't hate 'cause they "3008", simply ahead of their time.
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