i don't even know what that means

2009-07-26T23:50:00.001-04:00

New bloggy up.

2009-05-22T16:27:00.000-04:00

2008-12-18T08:41:00.018-05:00

Okay, I was trying not to write until the NEW YEAR. I wanted to leave this hackneyed* thing alone. Why? Because I wanted to leave on a good note and I'm thinking about starting a new/different blog. Hopefully, more geared toward art. The reason is because keeping up with this is a commitment, and if you've committed it's best to just go with it. Before it I was making fun of myself (that probably won't stop), posting half-assed entries no one could relate to, and well, not having any readers because I made the awful, awful mistake of only telling a few in 2006 (The 3 that read stop shaking those fists. I hear ya!) and then begging everyone I know to read by 2007. It'll be a fresh start and hopefully less stupid in my opinion. Also, everyone will feel included this time. Eitherway, YOU will know about the changes but if I don't know a thing about it yet, how can I tell anyone anything? I've been dwelling on it for a while. We'll get there.

Now, why I really came on here. When I walked into work this morning a co-worker/work buddy stopps me abruptly as I'm pacing quickly toward my desk.

She says in the most sincere tone, "This is kind of weird. I have something to tell you."

I respond a tired, "yeah?"

It's not even 8:30 yet, scarf still on.

co-worker/work buddy, "I was listening to the radio this morning and HOW BIZZARE BY OMC CAME ON.."

I'm smiling and smirking as excitement is elevating. Just waiting for it...

co-worker/work buddy exclaims, "AND I THOUGHT OF YOU!!!"

Okay, you have no idea how much this has made my morning and that somebody I've known for less than 2 years who doesn't really know me at all already associates me with this song. My life is complete.

Let me explain! This past summer I was nestled away from everyone in the HR room (I'm not even in Human Resources). We would bring our CD's in and blast them in the communal boombox. Naturally, I made everyone listen to my $3 copy of OMC (from Goodwill). But mostly, it was my summer anthem song between 1996/97. I'll leave that one for another day.

Now, that's a good note.

*hackneyed is also the dictionary word of the day! Yeah, I get those cool word of the day dictionary.com e-mails.

2008-12-09T21:15:00.002-05:00

buzelli.

Yeah, puuh-ritty good.

Christmas came a little early this year...

2008-12-07T12:54:00.001-05:00

This is why we can't have nice things.

Ugh, Monday.

2008-11-17T13:55:00.013-05:00

Don't worry. I didn't wipe out any of my posts. Still here, I'm here. Just check in the archives. I just wanted to

clear the page because I have this awful habit of signing in rereading previous posts and then never wanting to

write a new one because the old ones I've written have either crept into my brain or sorta bore me to tears.

Needlesstosay I've gotta stop that.

Be back soon.

2008-11-13T13:30:00.004-05:00

Sadly I missed this. I heard that the crane was having hoisting problems.

Danny & A Cattle of Drunkards

2008-10-31T10:35:00.010-04:00

I visited this little turd burglar at my parents during lunch the other day. He's still tired at noon! Naturally, I gave him a blanket.

A co-worker sent this to me. Funny, thing is I saw cops chasing a moving tree top through the crowd. I BET this was a different tree though. What a schmuck thing to do!?

Bedlam!!!!

2008-10-30T08:56:00.021-04:00

I could only hold my phone for so long before my hands went numb from the cold last night! It was alright though. I'll try to update later (possibly with captions) but I may just hold off. Since, I'm sure everyone will have heard the stories by then. I had to post some of these photos though! I have video too. Much excitement/unique terror went down in a celebratory, flaming, ruckus last night. To say the least it was something I had never seen before.

PS- I'll try to snag some more photos off of friends.

Drink it in Ladies and Gents!!!

2008-10-28T10:38:00.025-04:00

YOU SKIP SODA (EVEN DIET)
"I finally kicked my diet cola habit in my 20s, a good thing too, because scientists in Boston recently found that drinking one or more regular or diet sodas every day doubles your risk of metabolic syndrome-- combination of conditions that increase your chances of heart disease and diabetes. The exact culprit isn't completely understood, but it could be the caramel color added to colas and other dark sodas, which increased the risk for metabolic syndrome in animals. Experts also speculate that exposing your taste buds to the sweet fizzy flavor of soda conditions you to crave sugary foods, which can lead to weight gain. Whatever the reason, it's an easy enough habit to quit. Club soda (sodium free, of course) with a splash of juice satisfies the fizz craving with just enough sweetness. For a good alternative, try Sassy Water."

For an extremely long period, I'd say for about over a decade I've been hooked on Diet Pepsi. A direct result of belonging to a family that's been buying cases of it since 1994 and probably way before then. I could go on and on and ooooon about how much soda has effected my life. Some good came of it but mostly in negative ways. Sodium benzoate, anyone? This stuff is like crack to the ADHD brain. My parents were not advocates of coffee and as a kid neither was I. So we drank soda. Also, I can remember the one summer that my older brother spent entirely drinking nothing but Pepsi Kona's and Killer Shakes (he drank the shakes mostly). Both of these are so fucking gross! Though, It kept us up for hours playing Mario Kart. Anyway, for the life of me I couldn't understand why it took me so long to destroy this habit of drinking soda. Since I don't even like the taste of Pepsi. It just tastes like chemicals to me. What's even more baffling is that no one else in my family seems to have had this problem with soda but me.

My conclusion for always crawling back to these red-blue silver cans was always the craving for fizz. Carbonation!!!! Carbonation is what I crave. Before I read this article I've since switched to sodium free club soda, too. Good call. (whispers)Is this much better?

Anyway, this article is something I'd like to pass on, even though I think everyone already knows that drinking soda is bad. It's just a nice reminder. Here's the rest of the article.

Article Summary: Eat purple stuff and plop out babies by 25. Interesting? But no and no. Yes, to no more cola's.

I've come a loooong way.

Amy Winehouse Pooch!!

2008-10-27T13:16:00.007-04:00

This made me laugh. It's got to be the wig. Absolutely preposterous!Poor doggy.

INVOLUNTARY SPASMS ENJOY THE SHOW!!! additional sentences added

2008-10-22T08:56:00.017-04:00

First thing this morning I step on to my street and I see a woman cloaked in red walking her dog cloaked in red. The car starts and immediately Phillies victory cheering expels over the airwaves. All the while "Song 2" by Blur followed by Metallica's "Enter Sandman" is the choice of background noise for such celebration. The whole way into work I kept flipping through the stations to hear all of the enthusiasm.

It wasn't even 8am yet.

Anyway, this is coming from someone who knows nada about this season or the last 15 but it's going to be an incredible week as well as tiring. It's kind of a big deal. I admit I know nothing about sports. At one point in my life I knew a little. I'd check the papers for the scores (no really I did). I could differentiate the teams. I knew which teams were on the National and American Leagues but that was over a decade ago. I forget everything now. Remember starter jackets? Yeah, I wore one in 4th grade (mine was a basketball one though). I'm almost certain the only reason I followed sports for that brief period in my tiny life under and around the age of 10 was because I looked up to my brothers/Dad and well I played some sports too. That ship has since sailed and while I'm unbelievably excited (and surprisingly so) for these games it will not get me liking sports any more than the day before. I mean shit, just the other day I wore an LA Dodgers tee (just for the colors and cursive) unknowing that the Phillies had been playing them. This is how little I know about sports. I will continue to live my life in this fashion. It's just nice to see everyone so enthusiastic over the same event. Annnd there's seven games. This makes a difference in the height of crazy because it extends in over a period of time vs one night.

Also, my work cares a lot about sports. So much so that we get to dress down in t-shirts and sneakers as long as we wear red and/or Phillies shirts all week. Since I don't have any Phillies stuff at my place (maybe in my parents attic?) I've opted for a red t-shirt with a cheerleader jumping on it that says "up with spirit". Strangely, I thought this shirt would never serve a purpose.

Today a Phillies banner came through the regular mail. I just think it's funny that when the Fedex man walked through the office wearing a Red Sox cap everyone poked there heads out of their cubicles like a pack of confused apes. One guy actually got confrontational by standing up in the middle of his aisle furrowing his eye brows. He said, "did that guy just..." Another one said, "I think he did." This man has probably been a Red Sox fan for a good chunk of his life. He's got his reasons. Stay back! Also, another guy at work said he has his hang over cure already nestled in his fridge for tomorrow morning. He was also the same guy telling the whole corner of the office that he walked outside in nothing but pants and his Phillies t-shirt (in 50 degree weather) this morning sipping an iced coffee looking at everyone looking at him.

Get ready for the bonanza. Guns will be fired, people will be arrested, fire crackers will explode, pots and pans will be beat, out of shape painted shirtless men will piss in our streets, and trash from excitement well blow down the streets like tumble weeds. All in the name of sports and blind pride. Stock your fridges with bottles of water or grape Pedialyte. You're going to need them! 'Cuz those dehydrated calves are going to be hurting. Note: According to a co-worker Pedialyte is good for hang overs. He learned it from Metallica.

Whew.

Also, I will never. ever. Mention Metallica twice or even once in another post for the rest of my whole damned life.

It's glorious.

2008-10-20T13:42:00.002-04:00

At work out back around 9amish. This is glorious. I SHIT YOU NOT!!!

FUHWANGS!!

2008-10-20T13:38:00.002-04:00

A shadow in the work parking lot. Sorta resembled fangs or horns.

After this message I promise that I'm done with the topic of fangs.

What are those? Little snails??

2008-10-16T15:27:00.004-04:00

My internet time has been limited these past few days at work/home. Previously, I had started and stopped a bazillion different posts. Unfortunately, all these have been interrupted and I forget where I was going with most of them. Instead here's a photo of my sweet little fang necklace that everyone has been talkin' about.

I found it interesting that this necklace prompted so many questions.

"DO YOU LIKE VAMPIRES?" Um...

"Have you been watching True Blood?"
Actually, I saw the first episode. It wasn't that bad. Though, a bit pornographic for a series? Then again vampie's are pretty horny and it is showtime.

"What? What're those teeth? Cute."

My mom complements anything I wear but then asked "what is that?"

Lastly, most recently out to lunch with my department from work the waitress goes, "oooooh, I love your necklace!" Pauses "Are you a dentist?"

Anyway, I've only got about 5 minutes left.

Got to run!

I sorta over paid for this one.

2008-10-10T09:20:00.007-04:00

How appropriate is this necklace for October? Coincidental but still pretty damned appropriate.

Recently, I'm the proud owner of one (Thanks, Ebay!!!).

I had things under control

2008-10-02T08:48:00.001-04:00

Check out that lobster stencil.

It's amazing what people remember when they're not trying

2008-10-01T13:09:00.021-04:00

Since, we've been picking up other people's wireless Internet (ssshhh. we'll get our own soon. don't judge me.) it's been a tad discordant. Seemingly only when I want to use it. Bored and uninspired I wrote out a listicle* of trivial stuff I'm currently enjoying to the maxium.

Here the list of what kept me up last night (plus some more from today).

Fall 2008

all I could jangle:
-listening to rain in bed
-ordering club soda w/ a lime at a bar when not up for drinking (Good for quitting diet pepsi too).
-Avoiding television with the words "90210" in it. Really, just non-actively caring about all of the newish shows.
-Cleo Lane. Who the hell is she?
-Californication thanks to Lauren. No David Du is still not attractive to me despite his lovable fuck up character that I still sort of hate.
-Biking any chance I get. Yeah, I can now hold a drink and not ride into a ditch!
-Short sleeve hoodies. Is there a point? Hell, yes.
-Memorizing our world atlas shower curtain.
-The Bee's "Listening Man"
-Late 70's Cars.
-Drinking hot cocoa from our disgusting machine at work even though it's barely October.
-Burn After Reading
-Anything colored gold.
-Not getting past the notion that John McCain uses only his bottom lip to speak. Where are those top front teeth!?
-Figuring out the amount of rain now vs the summer's.
-Percy Sledge's Greatest Hits (on vinyl!!!!)
-Downtown Owl
-Making excuses not to go out every night especially Thursdays. I doubt I did that anyway.
-Using my 2.0 mega pixel camera phone as a regular camera.
-Not having an iPod anymore. Though that will change soon.
-cuarderno steno
-Thinking about painting an Obama portrait or at least drawing one. He's got such expressive features!
-Still watching but hating Entourage.
-Brushing up on my presidents. Quizzo needs me.
-Rethinking my future and honestly changing it for the better.
-New TVOTR track "Crying"
-Not giving a hoot about money.

Then I fell asleep to the rain last night. It was outstanding.

Yours truely,

-Sarah

*I stole the word listicle from Idolator.com

Give me time now I understand these lessons have meaning

2008-09-22T01:56:00.001-04:00

Been sitting here awhile hoping the caffeine will wear off. Instead, of writing like I wish I could I'm tapping my fingers to this song on loop which I happened to find extremely soothing at the moment.

Enjoy!

"Listening Man" -The Bees

"Don't ever lie to a man about a chocolate fountain"

2008-09-15T09:41:00.002-04:00

My brother got on the horn Saturday night to tell me he got this a bit early and you can too!!! Just go to Borders in King of Prussia mall.

Cat's out of the bag, suckas!

It's like thunda

2008-09-09T10:45:00.010-04:00

This was unreal. So much so since I was the only jackass at work running outside holding a cellpone to the sky photoing what seemed to be a mammoth storm cloud headed directly towards Newtown Square. I don't know about the rest of you but this sort of thing excites me. I can't just sit in the office and ignore it. Hell no I've got to be outside in the stew of it. Apparantly, I'm not the only one excited since everyone walking by the lobby seems to be commenting. That and someone just greeted me by excitedly banging on some card board boxes sitting next to my computer. This scared the crap out of me.

The last time I checked it is still 10am, right?

Wait until I get home

2008-08-30T19:05:00.023-04:00

This is a photo of shattered glass smattered around a parking meter. Despite the shotty cellphone

picture the glass glistened all the way down the street. It was absolutely beautiful. Though, I

wondered if it came from a broken car window? One of these days I'll fix my canon or buy a new one

and then you'll see what I'm talking about. It's been a while. I'll update more soon. For now listen to

this song snagged from one of the many, many music blogs posting Motel Motel.

"coffee" -Motel Motel

Enjoy.

Something is not right with me.

2008-07-24T23:00:00.004-04:00

I sold myself short. I've been running around like a drunken flamingo trying to wrangle it all. A 9 to 5, a commute, a social life, keeping up with these insane hours, getting no sleep at night, hoping from place to place. I'm about to move again tomorrow. And then I'm moving again in 2 months. Sometimes, I wonder if living in Philadelphia is worth it. I'm crippled with an unspeakable depression at the moment.

2008-07-08T22:01:00.010-04:00

My week long vacation is slowly screeching to a halt. While I got the chance to head up to New York City for a day and

my brother came to visit from Oregon or Georgia who the hell knows where he is flying from anymore. I'm a little

reluctant to hop back into work so soon. Sigh. In effort to cheer myself up and maybe some one else I was about

to post a funny dialogue I wrote at Barnes & Nobles about an ago hour concerning my social neurosis toward

positive thinkers but I'm almost certain it would only be funny to me.

Instead take at a look at this.

Been done before.

2008-06-01T21:29:00.003-04:00

I'm trying to get back up on the horse of productivity. This was all I could wrangle.

June

2008-05-26T21:32:00.016-04:00

Note: an extremely candid and emotional post that is both earnest and vulnerable. Try not make fun of me too much. Okay you can.

I wanted to cry as I drove home from Center City to Havertown tonight. All 9 miles of it. I couldn't though. I wanted to because I'm about to embark on a big decision that I thought would do me good. The truth is my decision to move to Philadelphia in June will still probably do me good. It's just I'm really downsizing and I know moving back home would be so much easier. It's a 15 minute drive to work. Now I will have a nightmarish commute which partly had to do with my urge to cry my eyes out. And I was just coming home (which is half the distance of going to work) on a breezy, holiday evening with zero traffic. This gloom was entirely unexpected. The reality hit me hard as I boxed up a bunch of stuff, took it to my parents, and visited the place in which I will be more or less living extremely lightly. I don't mind living minimally. I look forward to it. I strive to do so. I just hope I can get a hang of things in one piece.

As childish and insecure as this sounds I hope people are nice to me. I hope I make some new friends though as lucky as I already am having a few in the city. I worry that I'm making a lavish mistake and that I'll wind up going broke and having to forfeit independence. Sometimes I make impulsive choices AND I hope this isn't one of them. It's tough making living arrangements. It's a commitment. It's always easier doing these things in your head. At first it's exciting and you think about the fun stuff. I think about all the music I'll see or how I won't have to drive to get my groceries, the new people I might meet, the excitement of always having something going on, the diversity, the history, the culture, the walking, or that there's a barnes and nobles a block away. A repetitive Kevin Bacon commercial is coming mind but this shit is exciting. All of these glaring benefits erase any worry and doubt... at first. Now I can't get out of my head the tumultuous voyage into Newtown Square daily, the gas money, the familiar lonely feeling I felt that awful year and half I spent in art school, everyone running a muck making me feel claustrophobic, missing state parks, leaving behind some friends who say they'll visit but not too much because they hate the city, feeling food illiterate, the feeling that I'm uptight compared to the city natives, everything is expensive, learning how to use mace etc. Also, call me crazy but the 400 murdered people last year don't make too happy either. It terrifies me. I keep reminding myself you're doing something that doesn't entirely make you comfortable. Good. This means you're taking chances. I just have to learn how to let go. It's already happening.

I'd like to expand more on this but I'm feeling sluggish at the moment. Too much barbeque food for me. I plan on extending this post a bit later. I hope everyone's Holiday was spectacular.

Anyway, this song has nothing to do with Philadelphia other than the Diplo aspect. It's been on repeat this weekend.
"California Soul (Diplo / Mad Decent Remix) -Marlena Shaw & Diplo

Enjoy!

2008-05-25T23:38:00.009-04:00

I'd like to have a few words with the Philadelphia Parking Authority. I got a second notice today doubled in fines for a ticket I've already paid online. The best part about this is that I've got zero record to prove my payment because I'm completely irresponsible. Ladies and gents save those confirmation e-mails! I'm pretty certain phila.gov ppa fucked up royally on this one. My guess is that my payment never went through. We'll see PPA. I don't care what my bank statements say when I check them tomorrow. I paid whether you wanted to take my money or not. I hate you Philadelphia Parking Authority.

Sigh, it's so much easier to complain about this sort of thing. Instead I just paid. You win.

Anyway, this song totally cheered me.
"Cappuccino" -The Knux

Enjoy.

2008-05-09T17:21:00.002-04:00

This is what I like to call the final 3. What does that even mean? It means I've got 3 minutes left on the clock and I'm going to recap as much as I can for the next 3 minutes with typos, sentence fragments, ill-punctuation included. I'll just jump in:

Phone rings. I answer it. The voice yells Hello?(loud southern accent). I go, This is [insert company name here]. The voice screams back Hello? I repeat, This is [insert company name here]. How can I help you? [Long pause] What I assume to be drunken laughter but laughter nevertheless a man responds "yeah, um I've got a maaaaaasive erection.. Immediately CLICK. Fucking yikes. In hind sight I wish I would have stayed on the line and messed with this guy for a moment or at least dialed him back just so I could hang up on him twice.

This is just another thin slice of life in Newtown Square.

"In your dreams babe"

2008-05-07T08:41:00.006-04:00

Last night I fell asleep at 7 o'clock and woke up around 3-ish. No big deal. I went back to sleep around 5-ish. You'd think I'd be cranky. Truth is I needed that much sleep more than anybody. Yesterday, I was mentally off balance. I feel incredible this morning. I even made coffee. I never have time for that! Also, I'm feeling even more so fantastic because it's going to be above 80 today. Yeah, I'm trying to keep my composure. Anyway, try going the whole day with out having this song stuck in your head

"It's a Beautiful Morning"-Young Rascals

Lastly, since this news of my glorious morning may be a total bore to you (It really might be) check out Myron Macklin's artninjastudio. Tell me if you can't spot the portrait of Lyrics Born from a mile away?! It's great.

Enjoy.

Q: What would I have to do if I didn't have to do it perfectly?

2008-05-02T17:13:00.007-04:00

After an assault of telephone calls, impossible requests from bosses/co-workers, DHL being the disruptive bastard it wants to be on a Friday, printers refusing to print, a fallen pretzel leaving a gigantic mustard stain on my pants, a mild heat stroke causing me to nearly faint, ate a bad combo of muffin/pretzel/cola causing me violent stomach pains, elbowing the counter tops and smacking my fingers when carrying pretty much anything today, running from the office side to side doing more than one job (somebody was sick), and nearly falling down a flight of stairs pretending to air guitar.

IN SHORT THIS DAY WAS NOTHING BUT PERFECT.

Here's an interesting theory on perfectionism taken from the book a dear 65 year-old woman/pal/co-worker lent me called The Artist Way (it's a bit arty so bear with me) and probably soon will become my motto. It helped me feel less stressed I guess you could say.

Perfectionism

"Tillie Olsen correctly calls it the "knife of perfectionist attitude in art". You may call it something else. Getting it right, you may call it, or fixing it before I go further. You may call it having standards. What you should be calling it is perfectionism. Perfectionism has nothing to with getting it right. It has nothing to do with standards. Perfectionism is a refusal to let yourself move ahead. It is a loop--- an obsessive, debilitating closed system that causes you to get stuck in the details of what you are writing or painting or making and to lose sight of the whole. Instead of creating freely and allowing errors to reveal themselves later as insights, we often get mired in getting the details right. We correct our originality into a uniformity that lacks passion and spontaneity. "Do not fear mistakes," Miles Davis told us. "There are none."

Word.

Night Pages Pt.1: This certainly ain't a regular thing

2008-05-01T00:30:00.006-04:00

Every time spring rolls around I'm compelled to change something. This may take the form of being a more attentive friend, eating better, cutting my hair, catching up with an old friend, working on unfinished projects, busting out the sewing machine that hasn't hit daylight in a year etc. We've all got these to-do vows. Specifically, I'd like posting to be more of a regularity on here. This also means writing with less self-criticism. This will be tough and means letting it rip as much as possible. Though, the remains of "letting it rip" may just turn into a provocation of self-doubt and awkward confessions. It will feel unnatural at first. But isn't most change that way in the beginning? It's necessary. Anyway, I've warned you fairly.

Speaking of letting things rip. Nobody does it better than this guy.
Here's to cleaning up the stuff you meant to last year!
"I like it, I love it" -Lyrics Born
Snagged from insound.

Enjoy.

But, c'mon ttthhis guy?

2008-04-24T12:44:00.007-04:00

Just when you thought the internet got too soul-crushingly boring and kneeing yourself in the face seemed like a better option than going on google one more time. Behold! Teen Wolf in pug form! Thanks, Idolator. Thanks, thanks for nothing but you guys are usual great. So it's alright.

A way better version of "You ain't seen nothing yet" -Yo La Tengo

Enjoy!

'Nuff said

2008-04-12T23:17:00.010-04:00

Fell asleep to some rain and thunder last night it was nice. Soothing. Not to further derail from the important post I had promised a couple of nights ago but I've been having nothing but an un-soothing time concentrating on one thing. Understandibly, I hope these songs make up for it, they couldn't suit my state any more.
"Brain Laxative"-Baby Walrus
"Aint got no home" -Clarence "Frogman" Henry Hey, a Lost Boys theme?
"Old shit/New shit (live)-Eels Exceptional. Thanks, D!
"Osidius the Empathetic"-Pomegranates
"Too weak to fight" -Clarence Carter
Enjoy!

TODAY IS WARM!!!!

2008-04-10T13:13:00.007-04:00

If there's time I'm going to post something later tonight (of course after The Office.) I've got a lot of writing/figuring out to do. It's sort of a big deal. For the time being I'll leave you with this link below.

The last three google images searches have led me to this unstoppable shrine of hilarity.

2008-04-06T18:25:00.005-04:00

I have a month to figure out where to live (our place is being sold) and well I'm also looking for an art jobby (this is most likely impossible) on top of my regular job. Still, these are gigantic plans that must be figured out very soon. One MONTH!?! AHHHHHH!!!

Like you haven't already heard the jingle but still this always helps me out when I'm at a crossroad.
"Security" -Otis Redding
"Security"-Irma Thomas

Enjoy!

2008-04-01T12:46:00.002-04:00

I just may take this chic's advice. I'm pretty fed up with the internet and blogging and everything else for that matter.

It's Late

2008-03-30T02:07:00.019-04:00

Q: Why is it that sometimes in order to accomplish what scares us (cause we care) and matters most to us someone or a circumstance needs to be beating our brains out like a bongo in order to make a move forward (and by people I mean myself)?

A: Maybe it's that a we're afraid (I'm afraid) of failure and a person or situation helps us to see what's important and that there's really nothing to be afraid of. My advice in these situ's is to let it flow natural and go get 'em. It's time to start worrying less and doing more. I just wish sometimes these revelations didn't need such pushing in the first hand.

"Thunder Meadow"-Pomegranates FIXED!!!
Snagged from here

I don't know. It's late.

Say Whaaaa?

2008-03-28T13:41:00.007-04:00

Okay, I know I'm probably the last person to find out about The Lost Boys sequel. I still wouldn't have known about it If I hadn't watched Licensed to Drive on cable this Sunday resparking some interests in the lives of the Corey's. Sadly, I own the DVD as well and I STILL sat through it. Does any one else want to tromp on over to the theaters to see this with me come July? Also, I found it absolutely hilarious that neither Corey Feldman or Corey Haim had obtained their licenses while filming License to Drive.

"Cry Little Sister"-Gerard McMahon
Blast this as loud as you possible can. Make sure the whole world can hear as you mouth and or belt the chorus. I bet you will feel like an incredible asshole but in the best way possible.
Note: Upon download there's discrepancy between the artist's name on Mediafire and my blog. It's confusing.

GNR's Chinese Democracy

2008-03-26T17:17:00.003-04:00

The funniest part about this is that I remember hearing about this when I was in third grade (literally). Now, there's a blog about it.

Atomic Dog

2008-03-18T23:57:00.002-04:00

Don't you want one?

Holiday Short Circuit *Now edited one more time for your sanity

2008-03-17T20:23:00.020-04:00

Noon lunch hour: A work buddy and I are sitting in my car happily eating our packed lunches and listening to the oldies station. Well, seconds into my home made jell-o I threw down my spoon in a zealous rage. Of all day's to make lime jell-o ---Seriously, I think the last time I ate the stuff I was 13--- on St. Patrick's Day?? He said what's the big deal? Disenchanted I say nothing really. It's just the coincidence is a little off putting. His response, you're weird. No doubt that I am weird. It's just I'm always color coordinated on holiday (this isn't really a big deal) but it happens all the time. It's not a damned celebration! I'm just always uninetentionally festive. Long story short, who cares? Forget about the jell-o. No one gives a damn about the jell-o anymore. Should you? I already don't. It's just, it's not a about that anymore. I'm more concerned about these unexpected bouts of emotion that're starting to make me think that I may not be getting enough sleep at night AGAIN. Sure part of these fits are made for the comedy (of one). But is my office slowly driving me into the intense, detail-oriented kind of person that I hate, who freaks out over flavored jell-o in a parking lot at noon on a Monday? Doubt it. It's probably just boredom.

Also, Holy shit birds, if I have to endure one more night of the shouting and loud sex noises next door to me I may just spontaneously explode at the sound. Hold me.

PS- Edited since Tuesday 4pm. Believe it or not I had to edit my editing.

Late Night Quandary Pt.3: I speak the truth edition

2008-03-04T22:23:00.009-05:00

The hair dye box said medium brown. Yeah, well I could have predicted that the box would inevitably lie to me once the goo hit my scalp. And that yeah, well things that come in boxes generally don't live up to their photos on the front. I never seem to get it right. I've had countless "hair meltdowns" as friends nicely put it and for what? I've learned the hard way too, too many times. I claim to want "normal" hair. I think? It's kind of embarrassing that I am 100% certain of it being a mistake AND that somehow this thought process never seems to prevail prior. Why is that? It's not very adult of me is it? My motto since 12 has always been: it's just hair. This may hold true today but everyone around me knows that I absolutely hate this about myself and yet I'm constantly reliving the mistakes. I say I'll never mess with my hair again but there is laughter because my declarations to change are unconvincing. Time time and time again has proven that. No matter how many botched hair situations I've endured I know that hair is just hair. I can take the repercussions. This is probably because these choices are not permanent. Shit, I've championed hairstyles that most ladies wouldn't dare leave their house with. But why do I always put myself through the trouble? Sadly, in the past I've enjoyed the challenge of fixing what I've done. Again, these choices are also not permanent therefore it's really no big deal. Thankfully, this syndrome isn't completely self-destructive though it is not completely healthy or limited to hair. I'm resolutely working on curbing this habit. It's not about the hair anymore but being happy with out constantly changing everything. As for the time being I guess I can live with the notion that old habits don't die easily.

Moral? Don't dye your hair over and over again when you say you'll leave it be.

I never cared about this stuff until...

2008-02-29T08:54:00.004-05:00

And I still don't really but dude, VW is set to make a hybrid!? Take that Prius. Even though you never did anything to me and yeaah!!! You're gonna get yours. Umm..

It's 9am on a Friday. I feel splendid.

The Cat's Pajamas

2008-02-25T14:24:00.001-05:00

Check out The Weekend Tally! This week's is exceptional. I'm glad that I snagged one of these for a $1 vs Urban's lousy $8. Also, I've got to start expanding my topics on this thing. I'm entirely one-dimensional sometimes.

I make no excuse on a Monday.

Absolute Proof that I am not a morning person.

2008-02-14T23:20:00.006-05:00

Note:I'm not balding my hair is pulled back
I'm just checking for wrinkles and well, that my face hasn't broken off from exhaustion.
Good. God. Almighty.

2008-02-06T17:22:00.000-05:00

The truth is I will never be a morning person. I know this and it is mainly the reason most people think that I'm routinely high even though I've never touched the stuff in my entire life. Unless you include the times I pretend. This is a something I do for laughs or to convince a complete stranger that I am indeed completely the stoned person they percieve me as.

I also know that I will never be a morning person because it is approximately 5pm on a Wednesday and I am no less tired than the moment I woke up at 6:54am. I've been on the same 5-day rigorous work schedule since October (I lie. It's barely that). It is obvious that in the past 4 months I have not adjusted to this type of schedule. This is not to say I've never worked an early job before. The mal-adjustment could directly be related to my previous job of an entirely open work schedule with a Friday deadline. This seems ideal for a somebody like me especially when I decided to work two days a week. Listen, it sounds awesome but it wasn't.

Basically, I started going to bed at 5am every night and working ass backward hours. This only perpuated the natural cycle of insomnia I so easily fall into. Every moment was a question of whether or not I should work. The jobs tasks also got much easier as time went on. My hours went from regular to short. Some weeks I'd work 5 hours other 20 hours. This also meant if you work 5 hours, you get 5 hours worth of compensation. It's probably one of the only jobs that will pay you less the quicker and better you are.

These options leaving me with no choice. I prompted myself to take on a second job over the Summer and then the breezy 10 hour work weeks suddenly grew into a Godzilla of hellish 70 hour weeks.

Eventually, I found my bliss THANKFULLY by obtaining normal hours at my current job. Prior to October my schedule was far worse than now. Yet, somehow I had an easier time (no I didn't. It just feels that way today).

What's even crazier about this, is that now, I get 7 hours of sleep per night (8 if I'm super-lucky) vs the meager 3 or 4 hours I was surviving on through those smoldering months of Summer. To top it off, I have been doing some sleep research. I do what every sleep article will tell you to do if your having trouble: Go to bed every night at the same time/wake up at the same time. GET 8 HOURS OF SLEEP PER NIGHT. Take your vitamins, melatonin, exercise etc. Got it.

Regulating a sleep routine feels nearly impossible. Also, what's even harder to break is an awful habit of hitting the snooze for an 1 and half every morning. Waking up directly at the sound of a bell still makes every morning more tramatic than the day before. Somehow I keep to this by slipping out of bed daily. Still, I'm always falling into this slump. What can I do?

The morning is beautiful and is somehow my favorite time of day in the warm weather especially. It's a shame I'm asleep for most of it whether I'm awake or not. (Sigh)This is exactly the reason I will never excell at being an early bird.

Yawn.

Chuck Klosterman: Downtown Owl

2008-02-04T14:42:00.000-05:00

It's about time! Pre-order the crap out of this OR wait and buy it 7 months from now.

The cover!

I hate February

2008-02-03T21:09:00.000-05:00

Though, I'll tell you what I don't hate.

1- Friday morning I ran full throttle into the office building that I work at and fell flat on MY ASS due to the the icy pavement. YES!!!
2- I unexpectedly shook hands with Kyp Malone at bar in Philadelphia. KYP MALONE!!!! GUYS!? Kyp. Malone. TVOTR. C'mon? That's awesome. Expect an entire entry about this. I don't care, say what you will but I am still fucking star struck by this!

Lily, No!?!

2008-01-20T14:24:00.000-05:00

I read this unaware of the initial news to begin with. On a side note: This will not become a celebrity gossip blog. I repeat WILL not become a celebrity gossip blog. Still, tough break.

Why, that's the biggest ice cream cone I've ever seen?

2008-01-16T19:44:00.000-05:00

Don't ask how I wound up watching this goofy trailer . Blame it on my being ill. I'm still coming off of being sick/out of work for 2 solid days (seriously, I lost track of time). I just can't wrap my mind around how mind-blowingly stupid this trailer made me feel. I had to re-watch it to believe it. I thought I was hallucinating. IMDB's plot summary failed to help. I repeat failed to help. Seriously!?! Am I wrong --is this or is this not the most retarded (I should be scolded. I know.) mash-up of plot lines to be put in one trailer?

WTF is going on?

It's about time, JEEEEEZ

2008-01-13T19:14:00.000-05:00

I decided to edit my HTML as it looked askew on my new computer. As I was trying to remember how to edit the html, I hit shuffle blog colors (accidentally) and this shenanigan color scheme came on the screen. I give up.

Doot-Do-Doooooooooooooooooooooo

2008-01-03T13:40:00.000-05:00

This photo was originally intended to toast us into the New Year but at around 6pm December 31, 2007 my computer officially died. All year my computer had been in and out of rehab (ie everyone I know tried to repair its broken parts).Thankfully, it held up all year. It's been a good, no great 5 years DELL.

I have about 3 seconds to explain this...

2007-12-27T13:38:00.001-05:00

Okay, maybe ten minutes if I'm not interrupted by phone calls. If I have to tell one more person the correct number to the Hershey's Chocolate Factory (our number is very, veeery similar) I just might pretend that I actually work there. Anyway, I couldn't stop thinking about this train of thought. Here goes: The notion that outstanding sex lives make our relationships last. I was at the book store on my lunch break reading books about how to keep the lust alive. Why? Sure, why not? I have no idea since It's been awhile for me. Whatever. Maybe I'm subconsciously gearing up for one. One that will inevitably lose some of it's magic naturally and because well I read a book or two -- I'll know what to do? Or maybe I fear that the time has rendered me a little rusty around the edges. Who cares? It happens to everyone. Why should I be uptight about this kind of thing? Never mind, that's beside the point. This particular book that was written by a female author shall remain nameless because well I forget the title already. Books like these always wind up infuriating me because like many of this genre it tends to be one sided. If only great relationship/marriages thrived from these books that read like instruction Manuel's. C'MON. People can read all of these books, try out all the off the wall sexual shenanigans these books guarantee to be dynamite but what it boils down to is personality*. That's all I need to keep me going. Where's the sexual seminars coaching this aspect?! I'm sure there are and I know we all know this but do we? Sometimes I simply forget it. So, when you're feeling down and unsexy just know nothing matters just go with it. I'd love to stand tall on my soap box but I'm afraid I just broke it over the telephone that keeps ringing. This was just an idea to keep in mind but I'm afraid I've gotta go back to work...

Get back to me!

*Yes, I realize attraction still matters.

Sleeping Under Strange, Strange Skies

2007-12-27T00:20:00.000-05:00

Lately, I've been kind of scatterbrained. I haven't been able to finish a single thought let alone keep up with this thing. My excuse: I've been working too much? I'm not sure what it is exactly about my move to Havertown that has changed my schedule entirely; I just know that my days have slanted into a routine blur of work and sleep. Things will slow down. I'll stop neglecting fun... eventually. I promise. Also, I vow that this isn't as bleak as it sounds. It just comes across apathetic. I wish you could all see how dangerously funny I look as I lethargically smatter my fingers across my keyboard in attempt to explain this. Anyway, I'm about to fall flat on my desk so I'll wrap this up by saying I hope everyone wound up getting through Christmas alive. It was only yesterday but it somehow seems like days ago. I guess that's what happens when work starts at 8am the following day.

PS- Unrelated note: I wound up copywriting this and I have no idea how to change the placemnet or the color of text!? Infranview is stubborn. Anyway, I gave a 17x20 print to my brother for Christmas (with out the copy right) and he loved it. I'm glad I didn't chicken out. I was really excited to give this to him.

Honestly, I have no idea how to change the placement or color of the copyright or I would.

2007-12-09T23:28:00.000-05:00

Okay, things just got a little more weird.

They call me whiskers because I'm curious like a cat...

2007-12-06T21:55:00.001-05:00

I'm kind of embarrassed to delve into this particular story out of a. sounding self-indulgent b. noticing and taking the time to figure this out. Though, it is a necessary one to tell and at best you will see a bunch of neat costumes. You will understand what the f I mean in a few moments. Privacy of ourselves on the Internet is something that cannot always be controlled. What winds up all over the Internet is a force stronger than we may realize? Knowing that our privacy is valued... sometimes... alright, never. Over the past few days I had noticed some odd activity happening on my Flickr account. I shouldn't say odd but an increased flow of traffic particularly, on a certain Halloween photo. Within a few days the view count had quadrupled. Yes, I notice these things? Considering I'm Friends with 3 people on Flickr I found the popularity to be bizarre. Immediately, I concluded that this picture must have leaked somewhere. B-B-B-But isn't that crazy to assume?? Naturally, this made me a little nervous & paranoid. There was only one solution to this quagmire. A self-obsessed stronghold came over my conscience and I jokingly googled some simple tag words. Expecting to find a smattering of humorous content and maybe the warm feeling of narcissitic stupidity this was not the case. Moments go by and BAM!! I'm nicely tucked into the middle of this webpage. Brooklynvegan had posted this without my approval. Now this shocked and rocked me, too? Yes, indeed. Despite that I could care less, this worries me and serves as a reminder to be extremely careful posting content onto the Internet. Luckily, I've kept this in mind every post. And as for BV ask next time, jerk faces!

A word of advice: be careful before you post those snazzy party photo's of you and your friends. I would know.

Bent

2007-12-04T00:15:00.000-05:00

... a tree fell on our house and busted a hole in our laundry room ceiling. This is true. THIS REALLY HAPPENED. If my Canon weren't busted I'd be posting the photos. If I stuck my hand out of my bedroom window I could break off a twig. FANTASTIC!!! Luckily no one was harmed. None of us were here to witness the spectacle. I tend to hang out in the laundry room a lot more than I'd like to admit. Though this makes me happy, the tenacious tree trunk hanging lifelessly over our kitchen roof does not. Also, the 25 mile winds blowing against its lifeless limbs make me all the more uneasy. The winds tonight have been relentless. I'm positive they're to thank for this warming gift. I better not get crushed while eating my cereal tomorrow morning. When I was greeted with this, I decided to take a drive to the special place I go to at such shiftless times --It isn't really special-- I just wind up there a lot. As I drove to the book store in Delaware the sky started to flurry side ways (again, with the wind). While I enjoy hot weather mostly, there's something completely relaxing about the first snow fall (there was a dusting Sunday morning too). It makes me realize how much I actually don't mind the cold weather even though I really hate it most of the time. I'm also handling the weather much more gracefully this year.

Maybe I'm developing early menopause?

In short this is AWESOME

2007-11-26T22:21:00.000-05:00

This just in my brother WILL NOT be going to Afghanistan in January '08!!! I never mentioned it before (probably because its too hard to bring up in casual conversation) but he had been telling our family that he would be deployed after the New Year. Of course this made my heart sink into an awful pit of depression that had lasted as long as the day he told me this past May. He has always kept a positive attitude and I have not a clue as to what it has been like for him as well as those who have suffered greatly from this war. I'd just like to take a moment to say how sincerely lucky our family is to have had him come home in one piece the ~~first~~ second time around. Remember when your fighting with your sibling how important they are to you. Always keep that in mind. Oh, and that they are probably responsible for introducing you into the Wu-Tang Clan and teaching you
how to be cool.

All and all it's been an outstanding Thanksgiving.

It's Provactive. It get's the people going.

2007-11-26T13:21:00.000-05:00

The work situation: tuckered-out beyond comprehension. 4 hours of sleep per night just doesn't cut it. Current fear: accidentally farting with head phones on at the office. Hating the fact that I could reaaaallly go for some organic Chai. I'll write more tonight hopefully not on Organic Chai. I'm making promises to update this more, this was just to get the ball rolling.

Also, here's something to get excited about. The Strummer movie is on demand under IFC Theaters!!! After all of my bitching....

Could we keep it down?! Edited*

2007-11-12T13:52:00.000-05:00

I'm seriously considering picking up one of these bad larry's. What? It wooould be a Christmas present for somebody else. If anyone else is stumped on what to get people check out The Office'supdated merch section! I have a dundie picked out for someone already!

If this is it for me. Promise me you will host the Dundies.

2007-11-08T13:40:00.000-05:00

I stop reading this site for a week or two and HOLY SHIT this happens. There's a link to Jenna Fischer's Blog explaining it pretty clearly. On some more unfortunate news my computer is broken. I'm now broadcasting from work and goddamnit these phones are ringing off the hooks while I attempt to read, process & write this momentous shit storm(my job is to answer them sometimes when the receptionist is out).

Hold me.

The Future is Unwritten: Joe Strummer

2007-10-18T22:08:00.000-04:00

I've tried to buy this twice ; the UK will not deliver it to me for whatever reason. It may not transfer on my DVD player. Either way, it plays in select theaters on Nov. 2nd (ALSO MY BIRTHDAY! and well The Day of the Dead of course). However, I think I'm on the wrong coast. I won't get to see it. Needlesstosay, this is exciting & I anxiously await the DVD release.

I have listened to this repeatedly over the entire Summer; I have yet to get tired of it. Buy the soundtrack.
"Trash City" -Joe Strummer featuring The Latino Rockabilly War

PS- I promised some personal updates. What's new besides my botanical laundry detergent as mentioned in the previous entry that I will continually bring up and proudly brag about?! I've got nothing except that it's totally 80 degrees in October. I can't complain.

You Smoke too?!

2007-10-14T23:31:00.000-04:00

It's almost midnight on a Sunday night. While I'm waiting for my Simply Sleep to kick I'll update everyone. This weekend was the first time I could cut loose in what seems to be a very long time. Sadly, no one was around. Even though it made me realize how important an available* group of friends really are; it was the first chance I had to attend to some much needed domestics. I bought a curtain rod, curtains, fruit bowl, fabric softener, organic laundry detergent (this was honestly an impulse but it smelled fantastic), some work clothes (I was looking pretty unkempt), fake flowers, teapot, frames & DVD's etc. Pretty much everything I didn't think I needed or hadn't had the chance to pick up. I decided that my room must resemble nothing short of a palace, a relatively affordable palace and while some might say this is taking it too far, it's okay I'm crazy about this sort of thing. Even if it means traveling to Delaware back and forth 10 too many times to the World Market to buy that unnecessary wool shag rug. Whatevs, I'm worth the hassle. I'm a lucky lady to have had my friend, Sean allow me to move into his house tucked nicely into the neighborhoods of Havertown, Pa. Well, I gotta run because that Simply Sleep demands my presence. Before I go two things: a. I preemptively apologize for not returning any ones texts or phones calls. I have horrible reception and must stand very still or on the roof b. This entry could not be more of a boring read. I hope this helped anyone fall asleep.

Goodnight

*available meaning friends that haven't left the state or have time to hang out. i have many friends but the number of available friends keep on dwindling through time.

Shazzticles!

2007-10-10T20:19:00.000-04:00

Between moving, two jobs, & painting. I'm surprised I haven't been hospitalized for exhaustion or a nervous breakdown. I'll be back soon with some stories & updates. Also, before I go (I hope I still have readers. Did I ever?) I'm thinking about changing my url. This is of course only under the circumstance that I can have all of my old entries converted under the new url. Can you even do that?

I'll keep you posted.

Welcome to HELL

2007-10-02T02:23:00.000-04:00

No, seriously I've been painting for 3 days now.
"Strokin'"-Clarence Carter

There's a new sheriff here in these offices. And his name is me.

2007-09-23T23:46:00.000-04:00

Sure, we've all been hearing about Season 4 of 'The Office' but jeez can we wait any longer?!?! Officetally has been keeping me informed all Summer. Anyway, sit tight here's a clip from Season 4, compliments of officetally.com. I know it's too short but quit being depressed like this bear drawing! Also, this weeked I managed to snag two mugs, and about 9 other 'Office' supplies from Target's $1 bins!

John Krasinski's Humbled Beginning & My Recent Whereabouts!

2007-09-19T01:32:00.000-04:00

Preface: I've been combing the Internet dry of all its possible job resources.

Today when a seemingly wonderful opportunity presented itself through an e-mail I was kind of delighted. I received the e-mail at exactly 12:36pm to meet with a person on a Tuesday at 1pm. Whaaaa??? I can’t make that. Confused on whether this was today or next Tuesday (there was no date listed). I responded asking for further details. Of course it was for today. Oh, well. I thought you snooze, you lose. No big deal but to my surprise this art internship would like to meet with me tomorrow at 11am in Philadelphia.

Here’s my qualm of the century. They have zero samples of my work but only a resume and a cover letter. I'm also supposed to meet with a team of "Film Producer" types that I've never spoken to or met in my entire life to discuss promoting and possibly creating movie posters for a film I've also never seen? This is what I know about the film, it is an independent horror/comedy. I have no idea what I should do with this! It all seems logical until somebody gets hurt. What if they expect me to be a some sort of professional when I'm actually rudimentary at every Adobe program. What is they are not professionals? Not to be judgemental but they could be a bunch of crazed, lonely, bearded freaks --who lock themselves in basements at nights?! This smells like a scam and has every shade of wrong stamped all over it. Plus, it could be a porno. What if it's a PORNO!!! Dear, God! I'm getting ulcers thinking about this convoy leading toward disaster. I've biten off more than I can chew. Also, I'm totally hamming this up to be a big deal. I can just say no. Jeez, there is no need to be dramatic.

HELP ME?! I KNOW. I’ll help myself by sitting this one out.

Where. Do. I. Begin?

More importantly what if I only spoke in one word sentences? How bad would you want to slap me in the face?! There's too much to write about and goddamnit, I want to tell you all about it. Unfortunately, I just can't. It would be tough to cram it all into one entry.

First, I'M MOVING OUT October 1st!! It's official. My waiting to exhale moment has finally arrived (Hmpf, I'm amazed and terrified that I just typed that). After 3… no… possibly… 4 years the day has arrived. No more lazy nights at home groaning at my poor bastard self. I had school as an excuse & an anchor of self-doubt keeping me home but I'll save that 300 page story for another day. Many 23 year-olds would be excited. I, am but on the other hand am more scared than excited at the moment. I will say that once I'm settled the excitement will set in and I will probably drink way too much to sooth my homesick nerves. Just kidding. No, really I probably won't have enough money to afford a drink. Plus, that is crazy talk.

Speaking, of money about a month ago on vacation (retarded fun, BTW) I broke my beloved Canon. In my normal clumsy fashion I allowed my camera to fall from the couch cushions onto the rug dropping approx 2 feet. This makes no.2 on my busted camera list BOTH occurring in California. This will cost more than a brand new one to fix. Yikes, I have no idea when I'll be posting new photos. I have to cheer myself up by telling myself I can always dig into the archives for old ones.

Lastly, I got this wonderful photo here. I know, I can't wait for Season 4 either!

Good Night, Everybody.

PS-I planned on posting sooner. This post is dedicated to Robin. She left me a comment earlier today demanding a new post!! It not only cheered me up but I knew damn well that she meant business.

Swing Low My Sweet Chariots

2007-08-21T20:44:00.000-04:00

My brother called and urged me to join my Mom in the other room. Confused I ask, why? He shhh's me and says, just look this will be good. Oh, it was. I just spent the last fifteen minutes upstairs peering out of our guest room window at our new neighbor. What is he doing? karate on his van, while laughing manically at his own moves. From how it sounded the roof of his car took a mega beat down. His age has yet to be confirmed due to the distance and darkness. Okay, it gets better he jumps off the car and starts running back and forth vigorously. For those of you who need a visual. Inspired I googled Karate. I came across something, fantastic. Thiskarate chimp will accompany you with a similar helpful visual demonstration. Enjoy!

WOW.

Who the shit is Kingsley Zissou?

2007-08-21T14:15:00.000-04:00

I'm sort of too exhausted to write anything real so I schlepped together an assortment of photos from my trip to California.

Oh, there will be more.

Late Night Quandary Pt.2: The Perplex Yourself Edition

2007-08-07T01:33:00.000-04:00

He said to me, and I quote, "No body gives a shit about you." And that my friends came straight from my brother's mouth as we drove in search of some books to read. It was just one of the many, many lovely shards of advice he had for me on careers (ha, careers). And of course he gives a shit about me, no doubt (let's not take this out of context, like I just did). First, let's raise our fists and eat a samich to that! Hooray, for honesty. Yeah, that's me chomping on some triumphant croissant, don't you forget it! In all seriousness, let's dwell for a second?! These exact words had been roving around in my head for weeks!! The lack of care we receive on a daily basis is not limited to careers which to be quite frank bores the living piss out of me and I feel as though this is the one area where people so fairly give themselves the right not to give a damn (which is awful) but this goes beyond that. It filters into almost every aspect of our regular lives. It's true, how many times have you told a person a story about yourself? And they weren't listening, let alone cared. I mean really cared. Most of the time these conversations are interrupted by thoughts or less personal agendas. Any Communications course in College will hang on this to an aggravating extent. Why? It's annoying as FUCK and most need to free themselves of this habit. It is a communication error that has comfortably and lazily worked its way into our social interacting lives. Before I'm lampooned for said declarations -- I realize that this ALWAYS works both ways and expecting attention for every detailed sound to leave my throat would be crazy and just a taaad narcissistic too. Nor do I think that this includes immediate friends. Obviously, friends/loved ones are exempt from this category and sometimes not but for the most part they give a damn. This doesn't so much concern my immediate life either as does the fact: this is happening all around, to everyone. Barriers are built to avoid interaction. Egos thicken and suddenly the 'tude grows. It grows so large that you're screaming at a funeral procession for moving too slowly on a Thursday because you're late to work. Which by the way has never and hopefully will never be me first hand. WOW, how awful is that?! The sad part about this, is that it probably happens every time one passes through a busy street. RESPECT the dead fucktards. It's getting late, and I could go all night citing small examples. In fact, I'd honestly like to talk more about this because as always, thoughts move and go into "weird" directions. For the time being I've calmed myself of this thought. B-b-but Sarah, wait!? People are idiots?!? Yes, yes they're indeed idiots. While this couldn't be more true and we take comfort in knowing the fact that OTHER people's shit indeed stinks far more than our own. Here's the jingle: Everyone poops. A duece is still a duece no matter what, right? No asshole is safe including mine and the world isn't entirely comprised of just roving, walking, talking, idiots. I've got to split even though I've confused everyone -I'm pretty sure only half of what I just said actually made sense.

Still, Thanks and Goodnight!

You'll thank me for this later.
"Together In Pooping" -Triump The Insult Comic Dog

PS- I had different song to post as well a different entry to write but this will do for now. Still, who gives a shit, anyway. Oh, and start giving a shit will ya.

Under Construction

2007-08-06T00:12:00.000-04:00

NOTE: To anyone who just read the last entry (from 15 minutes ago) I took it down. My apologies, truth be told it needed editing*. Ahh, anyway I promise, promise some more updates soon!

G'Night Folks.

* I usually do this when I write something too quickly or if I have too many links that break up my writing. I find that when you get stuck between writing and researching at the same time the entry loses something.

a.m. doldrums

2007-08-02T22:56:00.000-04:00

I stare at this window everyday. Yeah..

PS- Updates coming soon!!! Also, the weather this past week has been phenomenal. So much so that everyone should celebrate lovingly.

You can never go home again, Oatman... but I guess you can shop there.

2007-07-17T23:41:00.000-04:00

Ei-yi-yiiiiiiii. These 12 hour+ days are rocking the shit out of me. Anyway, in efforts to save my brain from turning into total mush I tried to capture the subtle magic of summer earlier by photogizing a lightening bug. I do what I can? From what you can make out the little bugger is buzzing to your right. Though, blurry this suits my mental state. So. Tired.

This is perfect for a hot, lazy day in July and YEAH so what?! So what if this song played in Dirty Dancing. Yeah, 'The Swayze' pranced around on a log, in the woods in total man tights in effort to teach Baby the right moves. The song beats the shit out of that movie. It's fantastic, don't let that swaaaaaayze you. WOW. Wow, I just made you all not listen to this and quite possibly another single word from my mouth.

Hey Baby -Bruce Channel

Truce, still friends?!

TOS3DVD

2007-07-15T21:10:00.000-04:00

This hits stores Sept. 4th. I haven't decided whether or not to pre-order this from Amazon for $32.49 (eligable for free shipping!) and possible recieve it late, or take my chances with Best Buy on the day of and possibly pay more.

What should I do?!

Kinda crept up on you, didn't it? No, you drove us here.

2007-07-12T19:52:00.000-04:00

Today's weather has our pavement begging us for some doughnuts.
This made me laugh.

You better give it some, and play this while you do it
Tones on Tail -GO!

2007-07-09T21:38:00.000-04:00

As someone who couldn't be more obsessed with the idea that we do not live forever and that time is a precious stone. This couldn't be more outstanding to read. Nicely, done Tan.

When I find a place where I belong -The Slackers

I'm convinced that this song is a remake, but I have yet to find proof. I have to say that The Slackers are hit or miss with me but this song is entirely too sweet not to be slightly moved. Plus, I have no idea why but this song has been following me all week.

You're smart. I like you. I'll probably give you a nickname

2007-07-05T22:42:00.000-04:00

Why do we need another shopping center on Baltimore Pike? It's already over-crowded with a crapola of redundancy that further deteriorate land with stores, that only encourage all us not to go to Delaware to shop. Do we really need another Target, Acme, & Home Depot? When you can find all three of these within a 5 mile radius? Much land is being wasted at it's cost which of course infuriates the living shit out of me. Plus, if you're going to build such a mondo shopping center instead of sitting it across from Briton Lake, we all know that the Granite Run Mall could use a little revamping!?! To put it nicely that place is an unrestricted dump of generic stores that we've never heard of. This topic was long overdue, but as I drove past this site the other day I wanted to scream at its nod of future decadence. Not to mention Baltimore Pike is extending a lane to make room for this awful pit of commerce!?!? Awful.

Anyway, I've been meaning to post sooner but I've been tired, and busy. I've been writing in a spiral bound note book frequently during lunch hour mainly for the sake of sanity and also in the hopes to generate some new ideas for this blog. Unfortunately, my intentions fell short and none of which written on paper has made it onto this site. The reason? My guess is laziness? Or Maybe I have a hard time reiterating "the over-zealous bees cut through the air like machetes" -this urges some reconsideration. Okay, okay that was just a kewl line needless to say momentary writing is always questionable at a later date for me. Though, that's not to say its not valuable. Some of the best writing comes from unexpected moments. Speaking, of moments I've been reading Redemption Song every second I get. Its whooping 640 pages will be savored, and I almost want to take my time finishing it because it's that outstanding. Though, I've been reading it at a snails pace due to unrelenting workload. I've passed the first quarter of the book following his childhood and into early adult-hood. So far the book has chronicled Joe Strummer's earnest attempts at becoming a musician long before he hit a magnitude of success with The Clash. From what I've gathered Joe Strummer was quite the Casanova with the ladies (no surprise there), though he seemed to fall in love quickly he could truly be friends with women. Women seemed to trust his outgoing nature. Strummer had several close female friendships one of which included him marrying a friend solely so she could gain citizenship. This level of warmth blew mind and also saddened me to know that such a person no longer exists. Hands down, this book has been worth every penny. READ THIS, I don't care if I haven't finished it yet, that's just the nature of two jobs getting in the way. DO IT.

Also, check out these For more in podcasts: Redemption Song: The Ballad of Joe Stummer.

I must sleep.

I feel like chucking boulders.

2007-06-18T23:59:00.000-04:00

I've been nothing but busy lately. Eventually I'll work back into a regular writing rhythm. It's just I'm working two jobs and everyday my future suddenly changes. Particularly surrounding living situations. I hate this. My friend is ready to cut off our friendship because I decided not to move in with her. Could it get worse? Probably, but this really sucks.

PS- No seriously, this rock contains a speaker for music listening. Judas Priest! My parents are crraaazy for buying this.

"like putty in your clever, sexy little hands"

2007-06-04T11:29:00.000-04:00

I know, I know this is loooong overdue but the Beastie Boys are releasing a full-length instrumental album set to come out June 26Th!!! When SPIN was covering this in April and pretty all of the music blogs that diligently noted its release in May, I was too, too busy chasing lady pants as well as being captivated by the dreamy AD Rock and his loyal courtship with Kathleen to even notice!!!! As some may be underwhelmed by an instrumental release, or if you're disenchanted with the Beastie enterprise altogether DON'T BE!! Get ready to be perplexed with amazement because the Beasties are blowing off their monitor screens for instruments! Much of the album is filled with influences from the likes of Gang of Four, & The Slits.

Listen to it here. Or better yet watch & listen to it on their very own website.

Pre-order here.

PS- Like the Beastie Boys I'm taking a break from the glowing drone of computers this means I won't be posting. Miss me already? We'll don't be because expect some awesomeness when I get back from my much needed vacation roughly lasting 2 weeks.

FUCK!

2007-06-03T11:27:00.000-04:00

OKAY, this photo was inspired by Vampire Weekend. Although, I had the chandelier on my porch first, damnit. Nonetheless, these guy have rocked me into submission these past weeks. Also, I'm considering starting up a myspace account (again) strictly to generate more blog traffic on here. Though, I reaaally don't want to.

FUCK, THE CHOICES.

By the Power of Snails

2007-05-31T15:27:00.000-04:00

The weather as of lately is fit for wearing inappropriately tiny shorts like these bad larry's. In regard to the link. Wow, I know Henry, it's hot but throw on a damned shirt for christs sakes! You've got guests. Summer is around the corner and that's why I take solace in sticking my snaggle rocks (code for deranged toes) into cooler waters. Every year I compose a Summer 'to do' list. I haven't made mine yet this year (I still have time) but I already know that I've vowed to take more photos. Expect some frequent flickr updates, I'll try to keep 'em fresh by editing them. Speaking of Summer agendas, who wants to see Ocean's 13?!? The media destroyed the sequel including those who made the movie by deeming it unacceptable in comparison to the first & original. So why see the third? Well, aside from the fact that the second was not the heist film we all remember from the first that followed in the footsteps of the 1960's original it goes unnoticed that the sequel was filled with bits of humor & total demise that the first one in my opinion didn't have. Plus it was like watching an international thieve off between talented crooks backed with some seriously awesome hip-hop/garage induced freak beats. If that doesn't sell you in seeing the third? According to an article the directors believe this one to be the finale they intended to make in place of no.2's disaster(said article has since disappeared from my memory). So come on folks! See this movie with me even though most of the actors are tired of making these goddamn films! George Clooney believes he will be too old for the next one. If I understand correctly Ocean's 13 is intended to be the last of them. I'll drop it for now but seriously. For me?

I was a tad hesitant (as I always am) to post another song on here because I know ya'll don't download from this site. I see the numbers!?!!?! Honestly, that wasn't a target against anyone. Cross my heart. It's no big deal. Really, I understand the cornucopia of reasons not to plus attention spans tend to run wild on the Internet. I'm the first to admit to an occasional melt down when sites unexpectedly time out, partly because my computer runs on snails. Hey, lay off my ancient computer and those snails. They're diligently working to keep my computer alive. Back to the song I am about post; The last time I listened to Kings of Leon I was miserably beginning my sophomore year of College. The vocals on Youth & Young Manhood made me feel weirdly uncomfortable (I mean c'mon it was hard for me to decipher whether this shit was awesome or totally off the wagon of cheese) but the music jangled on making the songs more than listenable. Three years + pass & nothing really stuck. As always I just couldn't keep with the whirlwind of everything else being put out. As I sat in my car last night data entering work (my job actually gave my clumsy ass a laptop!?!?) and this gem of a song playd on 88.5. I'm glad I still listen to radio for these reasons! It was one of those moments when you stop working, gaze up and realize what is this? And why is my stomach toiling with absolute delighted excitement? First off, I hope these excited nipple-ly moments happen to everyone when their ears are over-powered by the goodness of sound. It was then that I realized a band I had not bothered to check up on had come out with something new
& judging by this song pretty fantastical.

Enjoy Kings of Leon -On Call. I don't mean to over use the term sexy but the bass line couldn't be more so.

Weekend Thoughts

2007-05-27T22:21:00.000-04:00

I have this supremely unavoidable trait of losing things. This has reoccurred through out my entire life. I know that I have to worry about losing goods (wallets specifically) whenever I go out to bars or parties. This drives me fucking nuts EVERY TIME for my wallet disappears quite often. This familiar fear is something I grab onto like a can of cola every time I head out the door. No possible preparation could avoid this. Believe me when I say that I've tried everything. B-b-Sarah didn't your Mother teach you the old stuffing your cash into your socks trick??? This is crazy and a terrible way to conduct going out. Several obvious problems pose with this 1. Forget about wearing heals or sandals!?!!? All you men could give a damn but in the summer time us ladies shall heavily dispute. I refuse to let my personal retardations dictate my choice of wardrobe 2. People get sincerely angry when you hand them hot, smelly cash drenched in the ripest of foot odors. I really don't have smelly feet but cash rubbing up against them for a few hours? I guarantee that they won't smell like soap either!?! Nothing good can come that. Also expect absolute disdain courtesy of your bartender and all your surrounding friends when you fork over these awfully pungent bills('Cause nobody like your stank ass). 3. Walking around with shit poking at your toes is far from comfortable. The magnitude of this shall cause nothing but anger for no real good reason. Furthering this I will then be savagely fixated on the fact that their is a hunk of paper irrating my foot. Nobody wants to witness a mid conversation lash-out over the junk in my shoe. Anyway, enough of this crazy talk. In conclusion to this endless supply of junk I've been pumping out onto this site, I've happily accepted this extremely irrating quality within myself.

Tomorrow I'll post something with links. This post was something to get the ball rolling.

Cheerio.

Cornucopia of Junk

2007-05-23T23:06:00.001-04:00

I've been unwaveringly critical about what gets posted on here lately. I had a gigantic post ready & up but took it down due to last minute editing. Who would think that being extra critical could cause such shotty posts. I'd also like to tighten up the content on here. Ideas? Anyone? To help jump start a cornucopia of ideas stare in the depths of my very own toilet shining in all of its glory (yuuuck) courtesy of my cannon cam, cam.

I'm sorry. That was just mean and gross.

Ode to missing my beloved tv show...

2007-05-16T18:04:00.000-04:00

Sadly, I will be missing The Office season finale tomorrow! OH NO THE SHOCK! Long Story. I'll let this one burn slowly.

Hamm Radio

2007-05-11T02:06:00.000-04:00

As I shuffled my way through traffic I managed to catch this on my way to work. It cheered me up as I sat hot, defenseless, & bored in I-95 traffic. Particularly, when Albert Hammond Jr. explains his childhood (burning things, Switzerland). During the interview I noticed that he's an extremely slow talker. His is almost to the point of hypnosis. Slow talking on the radio is the last thing people need to hear and have patience for especially when you're barrel assing 70mph down the highway (when traffic lets up of course). For some reason I found it rather endearing instead of inconvenient. Probably, because he's downright interesting & has every reason to be basking in stories including The Strokes or what about Fabrizio "the hot one" Moretti's romance with Drew Barrymore? No, he's just shooting the breeze about how having a famous musician in the family was no big deal. Albeit he may just bereally bored with fame which explains his painstakingly slow voice. Either it's okay with me Hammie your methodical tone is unintentional comedy in the sweetest manner possible. I was delighted to hear this while I rushed to work, it reminded of how inspired people can be and at the same time not be bursting their blood vessels to do something worth doing.

On second thought Albert Hammond jr., probably at one point or another in fit of uncontrolled rage threw his fists through a wall or plate of glass (possibly a shower door)while recording his latest album. He of course will have no recollection of this zombiefyed stouper. It's just he talks so effortlessly keewl.

Buy Yours To Keep here.

PS- Albert Hammond jr. may or may not be going on tour with Incubus this summer?! I'm not exactly sure how to react to this.

Q & A

2007-05-09T11:18:00.000-04:00

Numerous times I've griped about this in previous entries and I always come to the grand conclusion that it doesn't matter. It really shouldn't & I promise to let it go soon enough. It's just every now and then I get self-conscious about whether or not I should be posting with the little to no readers. NOTE: Those who do comment/read or even just read and don't comment are more than appreciated and I can't thank enough. Also, when I spread thehot poopto all of my friends I was surprised at how many friends reject blogs. Which to me is sort of funny, because the same friends who say, "blogs are lame" pretty much use and spend the time to be on myspace. Which is okay, but kind of confusing. I find sites like this much more interesting because they are about something slightly more specific. Still pondering this I decided to take it to the streets (by streets I mean discussion groups on blogspot) to bury it for once and for all. And I was surprised to get answered so quickly. Now, I understand that the content & creativity shouldn't parallel itself with the amount of readers. You can't manufacture blog popularity which isn't really why I ask or what I care about. Again,I tamper obessessively about these types of things. I've just been curious.

What can I say, can't I be curious??

Q&Aposted late last night.

Also Thank You, to those who responded on the discussion board. Your feedback was highly appreciated and helpful. I'll be sure to check out your blogs as well.

Midnight Dotage

2007-05-08T01:33:00.000-04:00

I've been running around the beautiful streets of PA (Delaware & Chester County to be precise)with the purpose of putting up product ads that serve me utterly no entertainment value. I'm also convinced that 95% of people do not see these ads which makes the work an entirely useless hustle. Maybe people subconsciously shut them out while walking down super-market isles. Which I'm more than okay with 'cuz who gives a damn about snappy adult diapers!?! I sure as fuck don't &NEITHER SHOULD YOU!. I'm not complaining, I'm just jazzed to be mobile on the clock. I must point out in advance that the content you're reading may be a little helter-skelter. Regardless, I'm making up for my two week vaca. Although, I've been writing up a storm these past couple of days and then abruptly throwing every entry into the draft natatorium. Self-Consciousness is a form of writer's block that I'm all to familiar with. Well, tonight I'm just going to let it rip, folks. Lettin' it rip like farting dotards. We just don't have time to be hung up on these matters.

It's pushing 3AM and I must sleep (despite what the clock tells you on this thing). There will be more in due time. But I'm going to close with a commercial that aired in the summer of 2003. A commercial that I looked for day & night on Google and Youtube in the previous weeks since it had fallen off regular TV rotation. After giving up long ago, tonight's unexpected restlessness gave me the courage to try Youtube once again despite its previous failures. Not tonight, Youtube gently spoke softly into my eardrums with this 15 second GEM!!!!! It's Willie!!!!

If that is not enough? And understandably so get involved in other commercial news and see what the Slow Party is up to. Or watch this.

And if that does not suffice, well jeez I just don't know.

Push It Slowsky!

2007-04-24T15:24:00.001-04:00

All day my level of focus has been wavering undecidedly to the point of utter mental exhaustion. Of course, this drives any sane human-being batshit. Although, I can't seem to get anything done the above commercial makes me poop my pants out of awe & laughter.

I was happy to find more than one. Here's a rather lengthy 3 minute one. My second favorite to the push it, would definitely be this! There was probably an easier way to post that. My bad folks.

Predictably, a Salt-N-Pepa song must be posted.

Twist & Shout ...Salt-N-Pepa
Buy it
here

Also, this has been re posted on several different blogs in the span of one day but I don't care this is arguably the cutest kitten I've ever seen! Thanks TAN & 2GAAG!

Weather that did not let us down!

2007-04-22T22:41:00.000-04:00

Photo taken in Philadelphia on Saturday. Ah, spring.

There's more!!

New England Clam Chowder Spongebath

2007-04-18T00:54:00.000-04:00

I just got home from a very "weird" situation. Weird doesn't even cut it. Note: This is a over-zealously lengthy story. Though, I must recount and make sense of what has happened here.

Prologue: Phone rings. Friend in urgent need. Tells me to come over. I do so.

Prior to coming over to this "urgency". My friend on the phone with me, immediately bursts into a fit of tears. "Wait, wait, what's going on buddy?" I say, in my usual naively enthusiastic tone of voice. The kind of tone you take when you think somebody is as at the end of their rope and you somehow don't want to make matters worse. So you keep it positive. Side note, this tactic doesn't always work. With Boyfriends especially. I have been yelled at profusely for doing such "patronizing" acts. Whatever, they were utter control freaks. JUST KIDDING. No, seriously your friends usually will not give you a lump of shit if you act this way when they're sad. They may yell at you for second and say "get fucking real" but they won't scream at you for trying to help (some do but still). All the while I'm thinking something monumentally tragic has gone on. She groans "I didn't get the job I wanted." I had no idea of this job. I was kind of relieved at this because nobody was hurt. Despite, it I come over to offer support. Her apartment was a tad confusing to find, I practically got lost (She just moved there & I've only been there once before this) but I make record time. Upon arrival I phone her again to ask where to park. She sighs, I have a date. Come the fuck on. You don't double book a friend. Not to mention she lives with her BOYFRIEND. Maniac. Her boyfriend who I am not particularly fond of for good reason is out for the night and has no idea of this. But this is wrong on so many levels. Except I've driven 25 minutes to see my damned friend who invited me. I'm going inside date or no date. She nonchalantly explains that she met her "date" off of the Internet on askcupid.com (I have an idea but I DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHAT SITE THIS IS!?). He's also in his mid 40's. And could be her father (young one at that). I'm thoroughly confused and annoyed by this. So much so that I break into a fit of laughter. I stay even though she is nearly 26 years old living with her boyfriend. This of the age where you know better, and shouldn't be succumbing to such juvenile urges when angry at boyfriends. However, I do not want my friend alone with this man. Her phone rings and she starts to explain to another clueless friend how she is angry that her boyfriend didn't come home to console her about the job she didn't get, and that she will fuck this guys brains out. She's pacing rapidly about the room. Repeatedly she is screaming into the phone "I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T KNOW. I'LL FUCK HIM. I'LL FUCK HIM!!" Now, It is paramount that I allow none of this to go down. Mainly, because I know that she truly doesn't mean this. And this is nothing more than an act of sheer desperation. I'm not judging, or talking shit on my friend. She is a joy to be around mostly all of the time. And I know she would laugh reading this (I'll probably send it to her later). I would never post this otherwise. All this madness aside she is one of the few friends that can whole-heartedly laugh about this kind of shit the next morning. Back to the story concerning my friend who with the anger-bangiest (I shuddered typing that)of intentions is about to make a gigantic mistake. The "date" calls again to firm up plans, and is informed that a friend (myself) is over. The "date" is now adamant in coming over. Why? The fact that I am still here is an anomaly. He pulls into the parking lot we are watching him from the window. Keep in mind the suspense! She has only seen one photograph (distantly shot of him sitting on a motorcycle wearing shades), and he has never seen a photo of her (that I know). He steps out of his posh car that reeks of golf-buddy air and I see his grey, bald shining head in the light of this parking lot. I'm already furious by this interaction?!?!?! You've got to be kidding me. He is well aware that he is traipsing into boyfriend territory. SHE IS AWARE OF THIS!? I'm not sure who I am more annoyed at the fact that a fully adult person has invited him or that he is ignoring these boundaries. I can't hold back. I'm so entirely rude to this man. Or so it feels because I'm making no effort to know him better. I'm idling during their entire 40 minute interaction (holding back my laughter which hits its peek when she politely asked him he if likes Ryan Adams and he responds who? Bryan Adams). which if you ask me is entirely too, too long to be chatting. My friend is obviously grossed out but I feel no sympathy for her. For she has gotten herself into this drunken quagmire and failed to inform me of it prior to our engagement. The room is filled with intense awkwardness. It's obvious no sexxing will occur not under my watch. I will not allow that. I forced myself to come up with an impromptu but believable reason for us to leave. It didn't take much coercing for him to go. It was hard not to yell at this man as he was tuning her boyfriends guitars and waxing intellectual about art & Florence, Italy. To put it nicely he was a tool shed. Anyway, this pretentious fart left and we stayed talking about the neurosis of relationships until her boyfriend showed up. I politely left, so they could be alone. I think she'll be okay. People have got to stop doing this to themselves!? Jobs will come! Thankfully, she realizes that she is all talk and was being ridiculous. And as far as the dates perspective: what was he thinking? I can schmooze my way into a young ladies pants half my age knowingly that she is living with her boyfriend?! In their apartment no less. Whack.

Friends. There's no stopping them sometimes.

My apology this was a chancy and irritating read. I assure you that the feeling was no different than writing it. I couldn't escape it. I shouldn't ever be allowed to write another entry. I'll make it up to you with not 1 song but two songs. So we're really even.

This song is dedicated particularly to my friend (in need of some serious relationship recovery). It is also one of the greats, I urge you to download this. Even if you never download from this site or if it is your last of downloads!
Strung Out- William Bell duet Mavis Staples

I can't seem to locate his actual site at the moment but Get a mildly cheap copy here.

And well that guy was plain a simple a sicko. Too easy. HIGH FIVE!! OH!!! These guys put out an EP 2 months ago. I just picked up my copy and upon this release I was happy to find a new version of sickos slightly different from last years demo. I enjoy this version to the max!

Sickos -The Harlem Shakes
Take a gander.

EDIT* the badongo site can be finicky. Wait 15 seconds and it will work. Oh for some reason the open option doesn't always work. So save it instead.

PS- This is completely off topic and well fits no where else but could somebody for the love of thonged Jerusalem cruisers buy me these! please?

Those look like lady pants

2007-04-06T15:09:00.000-04:00

I was excited to see The Office return from its 5 week vacation. The episodes have been getting so much better. There have been some crazed, uninhibited making out in the office in the best way possible. BUT, all social hullabaloo aside I'm losing faith with something here. Although, Jim/Pam owe it to themselves to be happy. I hate to say this I'm bored with Jim & Pam. I found an interesting Jenna Fischer article here concerning the fate of the two. It's 3 pages. I understand this gets timing consuming. So I cut to page two and if you scroll down to paragraph 6 you'll see the precise paragraph referencing the two. Anyway, I question whether or not the show has blown its fuse with that part of the story. I'm bitter, what can I say? I think it's getting further, and further away from its destiny. This could be a good thing? I like where Jan/Michael are taking it. Jan and her ever increasingly obvious sex addiction probably makes her one of the most surprising and funny cast members. So kudos to that.

Moving on. Above is a picture of Adam Horovitz (aka King ADRock, Beastie Boys) on the cover of Spin. Every time I glance at this picture I fall in love. And speaking of love his long-time relationship with Kathleen Hanna (Bikini Kill, Julie Ruin, LeTigre) has now been made official. They tied the knot over the summer of 2006! I am completely blown away that I didn't find out sooner. Had I not been living underneath a boulder. Or eating three meals a day in a cave -I would have noticed that two of my favorite artists (growing up) were making things right. I also think it's crazy that Adrock was previously married to this dame. Where the fuck was I?!?! I had known about Kathleen Hanna for the good part of the decade but the Say Anything priestess!?!

Oh, well.

Who gives a shit these days?

We Weren't Meant to be Angels

2007-04-02T15:21:00.000-04:00

This kind of weather makes me feel medicated. Medicated with happiness that is. I can't quite explain it but winter makes me feel like I'm in a coma for a few months. And so when that first set of warm days above 70 whip along, I feel drunk on the spring air.

I had a fuck of time uploading this 12 minute gem. So be kind and listen to it for it is one of the greatest songs of all time, no lie. So get reacquainted, and let it do all the talkin'!
Irma Thomas -Coming From Behind(Monologue)/Wish Someone Would Care
Check it out!

Dry The Rain

2007-03-28T02:15:00.000-04:00

Admittedly, my abominable mood hasn't left. But this picture makes up for it a little?

It's All Over Now, Computer Blue

2007-03-28T00:45:00.000-04:00

I'm taking a break from working on illustrator tonight. Sometimes, when I've been working too long, I lose total patience. I'm in a wretched mood. Writing, has always been something that calms these kinds of blues. I have no one else to talk to in the late hours of the night. And damnit, I need to vent. I'm under the gun to get t-shirt designs sent into different companies, so they be can judged and hopefully printed. I put this awful amount of pressure on myself for god knows whatever reason. And it sucks. I hate the way it makes me feel. It spews all of the fun out of what I do. I have to take a break or I'll happily punt my computer out of my window. I'm so miserable, and I wish I could give people an honest reason as to why. Which makes things all the more worse. I'm sure a million people can relate to feeling this kind of depression. And I'm sure tomorrow when I wake up I'll feel back to normal and slightly horrified at how negative this blog will wind up coming off. Despite that, I don't care because right now I feel unhinged with sadness. Today I gave my friend some money and took her out to get something that she desperately needed. And she told me to do something selfish for once because I'm so damn nice all of the time and she thinks I get fucked over repeatedly because of it. While, that was totally sweet of her to say. I don't mind being the way I am, it is no disguise for martyerdom. And while she thinks I get the short end of the stick most days. I actually don't feel that way. I will say that part of who I am is keeping in emotions for the sake of making others around me feel more comfortable. Which is a total unrealistic and totally crazy way to conduct my life 100% of the time. A lot of the time it is for the greater good of situations. But today I will let it hang out ugly, and bitchy. For It is making me clinically nuts to hold back. Maybe I'm just raging that I can't get my work done?

Ode to everyone listening...

2007-03-27T02:15:00.000-04:00

It has dawned on me that less people have been reading lately or at all. I DON'T BLAME YOU. For there are more important things to read about. Although, I've been spreading the hot poop (slang for information) like jam. My gift in return for doing so? Some tenaciously stinky fingers. Oh, and an ego sitting in the back seat. In the midst of knowing how small my audience has shrunk, I've realized something. I cannot stop writing, no matter what. That's the wonderful invention about these blogs. Which reminds me of my livejournal account* that I never told anyone about or the stacks of written journals I had carried loyally everywhere. Obviously, I wasn't concerned about how many people read them or an audience at all. In fact, if you picked up one of my written journals, I'd promptly smack it onto the floor. For good reason, and I have done that. To endure in great detail my at the time unrequited love interests and also how insanely, insanely horney (yet alone I might add) I was for most of College would be disastrous. Mainly because they were intended for private use and if read by a second party would be an ultimate en route to embaressment. It's license for friends to verbally knock the wind out of your already delaptated sails and lovingly so. No normal person would volunteer for that SHIT!?!!? Anyway, personal expression shouldn't be about audience whatsoever. Vitally, it is a creative outlet and a form of self documentation. These are valid reasons to keep people scribbling despite my previous groan about all of this.

I know I talk a lot of shit, and that I use this device as a harem for all that is unimportant/useless knowledge. The truth is I never expected anyone to take any form of interest in my writing. When I found out that people subsribed to my blog, and also commented (including my mypsace blog that has since banished into oblivion). I was floored, and utterly surprised. It was never about how many people I could get to read, and yet people read. There is nothing more true than these elements tremendously helped and inspired me to write more. And for that I say, THANK YOU. You have know idea how much I've appreciated this. I couldn't drop this self indulgent whine fest concerning my gaybo** writing without giving credit to those who do read daily/sometimes/or at all because it was honestly long over due. PRAISE!!!

Now, that I've unleashed that laundry-sized satchel of emotional bananas on to your unwilling hearts I'll muster up a transition. Processing... processing....

Currently, I'm reading Oh The Glory It All. Which is a book that caught my eye about a year ago. Excitedly, I snatched this hardback for $5.98 fresh from the bargains table at Barnes & Nobles. My interest in memoirs containing this particular subject matter are an anomaly to me. It is written from the perspective of a son who grows up with an over the top wealthy mother and father in SF, California. They predictably exhibit mondo douche baggy behavior toward each other which in turn shreds the family to pieces.

Good night!

*live journal is for fucking nerds

**a vocabulary word stolen from Cotton.

Mental Ruts Need Pushing...

2007-03-18T23:25:00.000-04:00

Yikes, I've been cleaning all day. SPRING CLEANING that is. I almost got a nose bleed from scrubbing the shower AND It took the rest of the day to get that smell off my palms. Try eating chinese food with that stink on your hands?!? GAAAAHHH! I went totally Danny Tanner on everyone today (with my cleaning), and I'm not even sure why? I think it's best to make over your surroundings in the summer. It probably has something to do with my inability to control my current state of fear that I will fail & forever be unemployed! More importantly the thought of giving up the will to do something creative with my life. Or maybe it was that my computer today has become about as useful to me as black leather pants in the desert (or at all). I'm fed up with the job search, I've been making lists to center some form of rational form of focus. Which helps. I guess. Whatever, probably not.

This blog is not meant to center around my job negativity. Please, please forgive me for its comes off that way. In fact, I'm writing out of inspiration and not defeat. And I need to give my self some rest. My biggest question of the moment is how does one truely become focused when we're distracted with so many seemingly useful inventions?

Oh, and BTW reading famous people's achievements before they even reach 23 is a definite mistake before you decide to breeze through the classifieds on a Sunday.

Here's a liste of links to since sometimes to get us through the days (I know I do)we need these types of distraction...

- I've been researching the movie Teen Wolf for a t-shirt design and I've stumbled upon some pretty crazy stuff one of which by an artist named Heiko Muller and the other a K-9 that haunts my dreams.

- Disclaimer: This link contains frontal nudity, HEY I warned you!!! It actually the least interesting portion. Anyway, "The Naked Guy" from the movie PCU is actually based on a real person named
Andrew Martinez. Weird? And yet a captivating read.

- She throws up on stage (So I've read)and has battled some depression. Snarky like the rest of them in her genre Amy Winehouse has some pipes! Although, I'm whole heartedly sure how I feel about her. To be honest my expectations were very, very low. For one reason or another she was a tad off putting in a way that annoyed me. When I finally listened. I was expecting shit on stick but I got a chocolate covered banana!

-Check out Heiko Muller page!

-Although, I haven't committed myself to finishing this it made me chuckle.

Good Night Everyone!

Meshugga Computer Problems

2007-02-28T02:52:00.000-05:00

My computer was on the fritz for sometime now. It went kapoot! Luckily, I've retrieved all of my files, but I have to put all of my programs back on. And my ipod will be wiped out again. Oh, It is good to be baaaack. By now it's 3am and I just got back from watching an awful, awful movie that I had compared to the movie Kids. To my surprise this film was directed by the same person as KIDS, and Wassup Rockers. Did I mention that I strongly dislike these kinds of movies?!?!? They simply aren't thought provoking but more of an opportunity to see in close detail teenagers in taboo action. You'll notice these movies and their bizarre penchant toward showing mildly pornographic situations that are supposed to make us feel like this is fucking life. And it's dirrrty and raw. I smell turds. Do you?? Ah, call me a panjandrum because I'll never get the importance of these cinematic disasters. And no, It's not because I think sex is dirty, or that I can't handle watching a mother get head from a teenage boy. It's just insulting to my tastes! And I imagine to many others. Did I mention it is also uninteresting to endure for an hour and half.

Moving on, I just finished reading Alternadad! Aside from its title I thoroughly enjoyed its sentiment toward parenting. Not that I'm looking into parenting, it's just a neat perspective on something that I'd most likely be terrible at. I recommend it if you're willing to put up with a 35 year-old hipster reflecting on the joys of fatherhood. To hear a man regale continuous about his sons uninhibited ability to cut loose and air guitar was an honest February delight. Don't ask why these things appeal to me!?!?!? I JUST DON'T KNOW!?!?!? It's winter time, it's cold, I stay inside, there's probably less oxygen getting to my brain. These things just make sense to me.

BTW, the picture above made me shriek with laughter. Move it and lose it.

HOLY SHIT THIS IS BORING.

2007-02-15T13:32:00.000-05:00

I took myself out for a drive yesterday and totally got stuck in the middle of the road. After giving up these nice teenagers helped me out by giving me a push out of the snow dune that I found myself helplessly stuck in. IT WAS AWESOME. Other than that I'm seriously impressed by the fact that my new car drives like champion in the snow. I'm definitely not a car person, but I've never had that advantage before. And up until a day ago I felt bizarrely guilty for making such a purchase. I'm over it now, because I will treat this car like royalty until its wheels fall off and I'll keep it until I'm roughly 43 years old. I'm looking for all kinds of excuses to take it places.

I also went to the city yesterday and took the train instead of driving due to all of the frosty carnage splattered upon the roads. People we're carrying roses, and a girl on the train had a Valentines Day balloon attached to her wrist and a whole bunch of candy and roses in her palms. It was kind of sweet even though I don't care for the holiday. To say the least Philadelphia was oozing with slushy love on every corner. I had a lot of fun.

Anyway, for anyone wondering about my trip. I was supposed to go to Charleston a week ago. That date is now being pushed back for several reasons.One is the weather, and the other is the gigantic purchase of a car I probably don't deserve which happened on the day I was supposed to leave. Plus funds are low. What can I say, I will wait until the weather is nicer. Although, at least I'm not living in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin.

Rabbits!

2007-02-11T23:23:00.000-05:00

I've been one busy bee lately. I've had almost 3 posts, but I kept putting them aside as drafts, none of which will ever unearth themselves. Why? Probably because upon reread they struck me as purportless. So, here's something fresh. I've been semi-working hard on the layout for AWSNAPSKIS. It is a demo of some things to come.

I'm not sure if this will post correctly!?!?
Raging Eyes -Nick Lowe

I'm trying guys. Plus this song was stuck in my head all day on the train.

Making Friends?

2007-01-16T18:50:00.000-05:00

I was touched to find this when I googled the phrase "making friends". No, no seriously are you not?

A couple of things to mention.

1- I'm convinced that this blog is a total waste of my time. Let's face it, I had my fame on Myspace. I am now a hasbeen on this site. However, this does not mean I find other peoples blogs a total waste of time to read (with the exception of many).

2- The process of buying a car sucks. I say to myself do I even want to do this? If so I've also opted to upgrade myself with a nicer car (If I attempt to buy one in tiny increments that is). My logic behind this is so that it won't break down or be a waste of my money when in a few years. That being said, do I really care about this shit. When I was 20 none of this mattered. I adored my tattered shitty ride that people referred to as the white stallion. FUCK CARS.

3- I'm probably going to stop writing on here, and focus on another creative outlet. Which probably means I'll just write sometimes.

4- If people are severely bored. I recommend picking up a book. I am just about to finish Chuck Klosterman's latest book that I put off reading since August. It is a lot like SD&CP due to its content. I've also just received my new book in the mail Love is a Mix Tape. Which may or may not be good. Eitherway it is an extremely emo sounding title.