Wednesday, October 29, 2008


Is the best part how uncomfortable Amy Sedaris makes Chelsea Handler, or is it the fact that the prop picachoo is made by Todd Oldham?

Oh wait, it's the tacks.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Tellin' it straight

Senator Bernie Sanders of Vermont tellin' it like it is on Bill Maher's show.

The I stands for Independent, although you probably already knew that.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Don't put bacon in that?!

Oh, oh, I am tired. Three times as long to process your thoughts, get distracted easily, can't summon the energy to do laundry, tired.

Guess what? We went dancing. Surprised? Yeah, whatever, keep it to yourself. Violent Offender, The 26th and I went dancing in the city for Halterwhip's friend's birthday. Some Caribbean-type place. It was tiny. It was hot. But the music was good, and they had drinks made with tamarind. It was a riot watching Halterwhip dodge kisses from some dreadlocked guy. Her jawline received a lot of attention that night.

I danced for 3 hours. Straight. I seriously got tired and by the end my back was killing me. (Question: Can you still count it as exercise if you follow it with pizza at 2 am?).

By the time we finished the pizza, walked back to the car, drove back to Halterwhip's place, and got into bed, it was 4.

This morning we made bacon cinnamon rolls. Intrigued? You just roll up a piece of bacon in refrigerated tube cinnamon rolls and bake it up as normal.

The verdict? I hate to say it, oh god I hate to say it, but better separate. The bacon just doesn't get crispy enough.

I've got a lot of work to do this week. And I plan to impress myself and get a lot done. So now I've got to get to sleep. But I'll leave you with these pretty flowers from near Halterwhip's house.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Dance feeever

It seems Dance Night is multiplying like an infection. First it was Thursday nights, now Friday night too, oh and don't forget Saturdays! Yikes. Here's the deal though. If I go dancing enough, it could be my main form of exercise. How great is that? The ultimate multitasking. Fun + friends + drinks + exercise + music = I'm there.

Last night Scoobarella was in town so I met her, Ruhroh and other friends out for drinks. We ended up at Little Krakow and they had a DJ playing Latiney stuff. We finally ended up on the dance floor. This guy started dancing with me and it was fun cause he was a good dancer. Anyway, I was trying really hard to dance and have a good time without sending out any signals. That's a fine line to walk. After the last song we all went outside and he asked if we could go to coffee. To which Scoobarella replied, "How old are you?" Ha! He replied, "21", which threw me and Scoobarella into hysterics. So he says, "I turn 22 in 2 weeks". More hysterics. He did seem older. He asked my age, I told him, he said I looked much younger. This is either flattering or good game. So then he asked for my number and I told him I was dating someone. He didn't seem to believe me, and it's true, I've used that lie before, so he asked me what his name was. I told him. At which point he said, "It seems like you really like him". "Yes, yes I do. It was fun dancing with you."

The thing is, this guy knew what he was doing. At 21. Good for him.

Tonight is Top 40 night. I'm hoping for Katy Perry and Estelle.

Oh yes, and last night I dreamt about snowboarding.

Ahhh, come on snow!

Friday, October 3, 2008

Might as well face it...

For some reason this stuck in my head today.

I think this song gets better with time. Especially if you're finally actually old enough to understand the lyrics. Somehow as a six year old, I just didn't get it.

And Robert Palmer's falsetto is great.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

This is your life. Really?

For the travel grant to which I'm applying, I need to submit a transcript (shocker). So I'm looking at it online and I see this:

Advanced to Candidacy: Doctor of Philosophy

And I'm looking at it like, 'When did that happen?'. I'm this close being a D o' P? Whaaaaa? Sure, it was me who made all those decisions to get to this place, but for a moment there it was almost like 20 year old me was transported into 29 year old me and she was shocked. And kind of proud.

Has that ever happened to you?