Two more things for my to-do list

Apparently, I said something mean:

Otto:  damnnnnn
why not, you be nice
be nice
as patrick swayze says in roadhouse
be nice
until its time to not be nice

me: i don’t know that reference

Otto:  THEN YOU DONT KNOW LIFE
stephanie
the life of a bouncer at a country rock bar is perilous indeed
if one cannot embrace such proverbial advice
one will easily perish
watch Roadhouse
then you will understand
and with that
i leave you
farewell

 

That Captain Oats mention is gonna cost you

Thoughts from a long weekend:

• Trilogy may be gone, but b-less wine — the greatest happy hour concept — is still around, and it’s possibly even better than before. The walk home remains a difficult task, but the unlimited chardonnay and delicious pierogies make it worth it.
• Not how I wanted my Fourth of July to start: 1) Guys driving a giant SUV in circles in my neighborhood; 2) with an American flag trailing their vehicle; 3) while wearing T-shirts with cutoff sleeves; 4) blasting terribly outdated and borderline-racist Toby Kieth songs. I mean, I love America and their right to listen to whatever they consider “good music,” but it ruined my breakfast.
• Wine all over one’s face, dress and kitchen is only hilarious in the context of two roommates desperately trying to pry open a bottle in order to continue “The O.C.” drinking game in a timely manner.
• How can you call yourself Bank Of America, yet not have a single branch in the state of Colorado. How?!
• Fireworks are even more enjoyable when accompanied by “Frisky Dingo”/Ronnie-inspired commentary on a rooftop.
• Words can’t describe the awkwardness of browsing a public online forum, out of innocent curiosity, only to stumble across an incredibly defaming acrostic poem on someone you used to know. ’Yikes’ may just have to do.
• I want this hat.
• You’ve worn me down.
• Another reason I wish I had more money: The Cherry Creek Arts Festival introduced me to the work of Cali Hobgood-Lemme, Rebecca Rebouche and Will Corr.
• New York Times’ David Carr has a very interesting column this week.
• I cannot effing wait.
• And lastly, I kind of love Ed Asner/Lou Grant even more after reading this.

 

Q: What do you think about today’s journalism?
A: It sucks.

Q: What would Lou Grant say about it?
A: ‘Where are the basics: who what, when, where, why, how and how important is it?’ The papers always lead off on page one with the little old lady beating off a robber with a golf club rather than the lady who was on welfare and shot to death being buried on page 30.

 

Well, that was a freebie

 

 

 

Laugh ’till we cried

I forgot how much I love this song until my iPod shuffled it to me this morning on the bus.

It’s been in my head all day. And I’m not going to feel guilty about it, because after some research, I found that the boys wrote the songs for this album. Booosh

 

Is this some sort of ironic doom?! Is the wink implied?!

This past week has been quite amazing, if I may say so. The following is a listicle of things that are currently causing much happiness:

• “Frisky Dingo” and its Strunk and White reference.
• Porch sitting with C-Mo and Klaus. And pomosas. And veggie trays.
• Not having to fuel up my ’stang thanks to efficient public transit and great walking weather.
• A Greek restaurant named Pete’s, and the waiter/possible owner who made many one-liners about this particular beer while giving it to us for free:

• Finally buying a floppy hat!
• Seeing Jamie Lidell and his funky, funky ways in concert:
• Thinking about the many concerts to come.
• The sales room at a new, very large Anthropologie.
• Coffee shop meetings.
• The fact that this trailer exists, meaning the opportunity to see this movie will soon follow:
• Reaching new haircut stage: The idea.

What’s currently upsetting me:

• Nose bleeds. Damn this dry heat/my nerdiness!
• Allergies.

   

 

Driving is about confidence. Jam on it!

I can’t believe I did it, but I did. I drove 2 long days from New York to Colorado and am still recovering from the solitude. The trip is a big blur, but here are the fuzzy details:

• Begin drive after a wonderful and relaxing weekend in Philly/New York with the fam (scored original “Doug” sketches!).
• Tolls are outrageous in New York.
• No traffic until Cleveland’s genius 35mph curve on the interstate.
• Brain is numbing after hour 7.
• If I’m forced to eat McDonald’s, I’ll have a grilled snack wrap, please.
• Stop at a Holiday Inn outside of Chicago.
• “You’re too pretty to be alone” is the line that helps me decide to order room service and avoid all possible conversation.
• Wake up to tornado watch.
• Drive nervously through thunderstorms and pull off the road due to no visibility.
• Sat in an old gas station with other sad drivers, watching the Weather Channel on a 10-inch screen.
• Rain slows down.
• Iowa is big.
• Nebraska is bigger and has a construction project every 30 miles.
• Crossing the Colorado border = instant beauty. It helps that the sun is setting.
• Call my new roomie, C-Mose, as I go over the hill viewing Boulder.
• See our beautiful home.
• Sleeps.

I’m pretty proud of myself and my Mustang, but I think he and I need a break.

 

A blog linking to an article on blogging by a blogger

Blogs blogosphere blogging blog.

Exposed:

I think most people who maintain blogs are doing it for some of the same reasons I do: they like the idea that there’s a place where a record of their existence is kept — a house with an always-open door where people who are looking for you can check on you, compare notes with you and tell you what they think of you. Sometimes that house is messy, sometimes horrifyingly so. In real life, we wouldn’t invite any passing stranger into these situations, but the remove of the Internet makes it seem O.K.

I think Emily Gould is a great writer, and it was nice to finally hear her side of the story. However, the 10-page article has made me want to step away from my site and instant messenger for the night. Of course, not until I blog about it. Conundrum!

 

Worse that can happen is I can spill some on my $3,000 suit.

s: what’s worse than packing?

j: that’s hard … as far as a long, sustaining process … its hard to beat

s: gilmore girls

j: marathon

s: only interrupted by varicose vein removal commercials

j: and levitra ads

j: with extra narration by Spencer

s: so there are worse things than packing

j: yea … but really only hypothetical things

s: true … so i’m back to being miserable.

j: haha, hey, just think where you’ll be in two weeks

s: yay!

 

More on: Ironic commercial song choices

After watching the Preakness yesterday at work (Big Brown is amazing!), an ad for Michelob ULTRA came on TV featuring the Kooks’ “Shine On.”

I have to admit, I was pretty surprised, though not as much as when I heard Saul Williams’ “List of Demands (Reparations)” in a Nike ad.

Again, it was the meaning of the song that made this all seem weird, since the lyrics tell a girl she’s beautiful despite the media’s image of beauty.

I still love the Kooks, so whatever, but I have to wonder: Do companies just hope no one will listen to the lyrics of these songs? Is the catchy, carefree melody all that matters? Or was there some really cool employee who tried to sneak his/her favorite band into an ad?

 

Happy Mother’s Day

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