I so dig this band right now:
They have a new album out next Tuesday. Although, honestly, it's all new to you, n'est-ce pas?
You know you wanna be their friends, so go ahead!
No touching the Poppy!!!!
I so dig this band right now:
They have a new album out next Tuesday. Although, honestly, it's all new to you, n'est-ce pas?
You know you wanna be their friends, so go ahead!
Are you aware that where I live in France we cannot obtain service for the iPhone? So, we have to go to another state country and start the service then permanently use roaming minutes. Like it wasn't expensive enough to buy the fucking phone and the service plan, ya know? Fuckers. FUCK YAH, LET'S DO IT!
(That last fuck was for Crys who's absent from my life right now and I am not sure I can stand that much longer. I just like saying "fuck" in all its variations. ;)
I was just able to make myself channa masala with basmati rice in 3.5 minutes, thanks to microwave technology.
I ate all 3 servings of it myself.
I am pretty sure I'm in that state of nirvana everyone's always talking about…
Not a rage, actually, but when B and I decided not to go to BlogHer in Chicago* I had no idea it meant I would miss a golden opportunity to MEET MY FAVORITEST CELEBRITY ON THE PLANET, AMY SEDARIS (one and two).
FUCK.
(Merci, Maman.)
*B and I decided not to go to BlogHer because:
a) We've never met in person before, we want our first time meeting to be all about us;
b) we would have skipped going to BlogHer and just hung out in Chicago anyway;
c) there are people at BlogHer that neither of us want to see, so why put ourselves through that?;
d) when I come to Texas to visit in October after my Orlando conference we are going to party at her house like it's 1999 and I get to meet all the kittos while we get drunk and smoke (actual) cigars and eat steak and run around the house in our underwear since her husband will be away at a festival. :D (Yes, we will make videos. No, not while in our underwear or naked.)
Mr. Fab is single-handedly responsible for Sculpey sweeping through the blogosphere. Many bloggers are now quietly crafting their own Sculpey scenes to show their praise of Fab. Except Heather, who is an Ohio State Buckeyes fan but received Florida Gators gear from Fab for her 25th 32nd birthday:
It makes me swoon when Heather flips us off, even if she's only directing it at Fab. Her retaliation was swift, just, in Sculpey form, and so hilarious I needed to share:
It's gator bites. Yaaah, girl. He won't mess with you from now on! (Which means he totally will. Bring on the Sculpey Wars!)
Trishelle Cannatella from Real World: Las Vegas is the star of Ninja Cheerleaders, coming this summer to a theater somewhere or other.
I love ninjas. I love cheerleaders. I love campy. I'm so gonna see this even if I have to wait to see it on Netflix.
(Not to be confused with the 2002 film Cheerleader Ninjas, mkay?)
Because, duh, he has mad talent.
More info at Now Magazine.
I'll post video when I find it. :)
Thanks again to RW who alerted me to Paul's existence and made me cry at work.
Update: RW left me a comment with a link to Paul's myspace page which links to the YouTube video of his winning performance. Here it is:
Also, a video of the announcement of his win:
Yip!
Yeeeeee! Office Tally reports that James Gunn reports that Jenna Fischer is home and walking around.
Go send her love at myspace.
My parents finally left for their home very early this morning after an entire week of totally invading my personal space. When Hay and I woke up I was excited to spend some quality time with him. He was excited to give me a wet Willie (my first one ever, so I guess that's a plus) and go play a zombie game.
Dawg keeps snacking on me like I'm awesome or something, when in fact he is the one who is awesome.
Okay, got your fleur set uploaded. Teaser:
Go see flickr for all 48 photos.
The best part of the day is to come: Hay and I are intentionally skipping a wedding. We're going to get all dressed up in our wedding gear (since we have it), go within a tenth of a mile of the wedding site and have coffee, then go home. CHEERS! B, it's the bird lady getting married and this is our ultimate vindication. If anyone thinks I'm kidding about any part of this you're sorely mistaken.
I don't game. I'm no good at it. I die a lot and swear like a sailor as I go down in flames. But I like looking at the world of gaming from afar. I'm totally into gamecakes and Heroine Sheik and now Sexy Videogameland which has a post about the theme bento community at LiveJournal, including a game character theme. My favorite kicking ass bird of all time, Chocobo, is posted there in bento box form:
Courtesy of Pikko from Adventures in Bentomaking who submitted to the Bento Challenge community.