Happy Mother’s Day

I love this. I found these skits through Bob and David.

 

‘Ancient Chinese Secret, huh?’

Sorry, Ted, is it?
Did Ted make an appointment?
You get the hell out!

 

Dance overload!

So yesterday was awful, blah, blah, blah.

But last night’s Colbert Report and the much-anticipated meeting of Stephen and Rain was absolutely wonderful.

Whenever I visit my Mom and Grandparents, Rain is always on the Korean channels they get! I knew he was a big deal, but never thought I’d see him on Comedy Central.

But that’s why Stephen Colbert is so incredibly cool. And, also a very respectable dancer.

 

‘I had to drive because she had a little bit of a buzz on.’

Arrested Movie Developing: Maeby

My entire life is to make David Cross proud of me, though.

 

‘Uh, you ordered a Memories of Thanksgiving basket?’

I know I’m getting a little ridiculous with the AD references, but deal, because this post is about memories. More specifically, a box full of them, which I rummaged through today.

See, when I moved into my new apartment I received all my furniture and boxes one morning and then went out of town within a few hours. When I came back, I did very little unpacking, and when I got out all my necessary items, my dining room became a storage area.

In an effort to minimize my belongings this afternoon, I decided to start with the tower of boxes I have neglected the past 5 months. The first one I opened just happened to contain a sampling of random high school and college souvenirs that distracted me for a good 2 hours.

Among my findings:

• My high school planner from senior year containing all my IB course work due dates, dance practices, performances, my social schedule, scribbled lyrics by bands I loved in the margins and sketchings of what I wanted my prom dress to look like. Wow. Pretty lame.
• Cards from former co-workers in Seattle filled with inside jokes about tea, spices, coffee and a man named David Rio.
• Three Tootsie Roll pops with a note and a CD sleeve all still in an envelope. Apparently I was only concerned about the actually CD.
• My high school binder with a custom-made cover featuring Jason Schwartzman, Jack Black, Weezer, The Muppets, The Boss, Hayden Christensen, Jimmy Eat World and No Doubt.
• A scoreboard I made in biology class that kept track of a “where is this quote from” game between myself and 3 others. I won, by the way. Barely.
• Dozens of ticket stubs, including, Jamie Cullum, Mitch Hedberg/Lewis Black, and Dave Chappelle.
• Poems and drawings from a boy I liked.
• A discman.
• My handwritten packing checklist for CU.
• Old AP style quizzes and countless cover letters from CP applicants.
• Many reporter notebooks, all of which are only about 75 percent full.
• Copies of financial disclosure reports from a project.
• All my media law essays.
• Job fair contacts.
• A study abroad brochure.
• My five mountain ski pass and old ID cards.

Although I will never need any of these things again (except for those job fair contacts), and rarely think about them, I can’t possibly bring myself to throw any away. I packed all the listed items back up neatly into the box and set it aside.

 

‘Who’s Ann?’

Screw Sitwell! Telling
us how to build our houses,
how to raise our kids!

 

 

‘Identity politics are in this year’

The Democratic Race in Seven Minutes

Aragorn gets pissed

 

Blah

One year away and two staples of my university memories are changing:

1. Trilogy (and I’m guessing the amazing $10-for-two-hours-of-wine deal may no longer exist).

2. CP.

I have the urge to sadly look through photos of being with CP people at Trilogy while the church across my street plays organ music. Sigh.

 

A confession

I wasn’t ever going to admit this, but when Ashlee Simpson’s song “Outta My Head” came out, I kind of liked it. And I mean that in a way where if I were out dancing, or if it came on while in someone else’s car, I’d be OK with it playing.

So why admit that now? Because I just found out Santogold wrote the song. This explains everything!

And that’s the only time I will compliment someone who shares a wardrobe with her boyfriend. Zing?

OK, I’m going to regret this post and need to redeem myself … here’s creative video/fun song from Architecture in Helsinki:

 

Oh my mi my

I didn’t think it was possible to sum up why I dislike most country music in only 2 minutes, but then saw an ad run at 1 a.m. this morning:

Toby Keith always tells it like it is, with smash hits like “Whiskey Girl,” “American Soldier,” “Who’s Your Daddy?,” “I Wanna Talk About Me” and so many more.

I can not relate.