Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Rejected

A few days ago blogger was officially, completely blocked from my work. I used to be able to read and not comment. Now I can't even read. I can't get on blogger.com, I can't get on wordpress.com, I can't get on typepad.com, I can't get on dicks.com. I can't get on espn or cbs sportsline either. I basically have to fucking work all day long. Who do they think they are!?!?

Oh well. In less than 96 hours I'll be in Jamaica drinking beers, smoking joints, shooting up heroins, electrocuting pit bulls. I can say all that illegal stuff now that I'm not blogging at work, right?

Sunday, January 20, 2008

This is awesome



And could it be any more tailor made for Leezer? Michael Cera as Alexander Hamilton. I'm pretty sure she's had some sort of perverted sex dream about this exact situation.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Fraanch fries

The writer strike shortened season of Lost starts the night we get back from vacation. It's been so long I started renting all the dvd's from last season. I'm 12 episodes in and am I'm realizing I won't watch them all before we go away next weekend. So, I was just trying to steal the rest of them so I can watch them on my ipod on the plane and all I can find are French and Spanish versions. (Because I don't want to spend $35 on itunes unless the writers are getting their fair share. Uh huh, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.)

Speaking of the writer strike, does anyone REALLY give a shit that the Golden Globes weren't on? Do you really care if the Oscars are canceled??? Really?

Sunday, January 13, 2008

What Would You Do?

On Tuesday we have Kym's 20 week ultrasound. The one where you can find out if the baby is a boy or a girl or one of those things that has both male and female genitals. We didn't find out for Kenslee. Kym's dying to find out this time. I'm not so much. Our original plan was for them to write it in an envelope and we would open it when we're in Jamaica in two weeks. She's now trying to push finding out in the office. I'm thinking I don't want to know at all. What do we do???

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Never Trust a Big Brother who Smiles *

This overwhelmed with music thing has gotten me angry. I had shuffle on when The Macarena started playing. For some reason that made me crave some mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm by Crash Test Dummies. I was pissed when that wasn't on my ipod, so I looked for Every Rose has it's Thorn by Poision and I don't have that either. So, I then looked for one of the suggestions in the comments from the last post: Rock Me Amadeus by Wilco and I don't have that either*! Dammit!!


* When Poision by Bell Biv Devoe was big my dad bought the tape. He sang the wrong words to "Never trust a big butt and a smile"

** I know that was Falco, but my ipod doesn't have Wilco OR Falco

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, Start

Over the holidays I "aquired" a disk with 12,000 songs. Some recent, but largely older music.

Over the holidays I saw the movie Juno and immediately went home and downloaded the soundtrack from itunes. That's all I listen to.

So, as my ipod currently stands, I have 5700 songs loaded and I only listen to 19 of them.

I need motivation to expand. But, I'm overwhhelmed. I don't know where to start.

So, tell me who to listen to that's not too new and hip, but oldish and cool. You tell me Eddie Money is cool? Done, I'm listening to a little Take Me Home Tonight. Dropkick Murphy's? Done. You tell me to listen to The Lightnening Seeds, Lionel Richine, Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam, Lisa Loeb, London Symphony Orchestra? Done. Done. Done. Done. Done.

I just need some motivation.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Here's one to win over my readers...

I'm pretty sure I don't like dogs. There I said it. I don't like em. I think. We dog sat over the holidays. Our neighbors went to Israel for 12 days and we watched their dog. It was just about the most well behaved dog I've ever seen. It barked about 4 times over 12 days. It chased our cat the moment it walked in the door, then left her alone for the next 12 days. Since the cat was hanging on the 2nd floor, it just slept downstairs. We caged it the first day, then didn't need to for the rest of the stay. We basically forgot it was there except when we had to walk it or when Kenslee was torturing it. Kenslee loved to pretend to throw something at it. It would flinch and Kenslee would literally almost die laughing. She'd do this for about 20 straight minutes. Then she'd chase the dog. She'd chase it into one room laughing, then a few moments later she'd come out laughing with the dog chasing her. She really loved the dog. Me? Not so much. I don't really have a reason either. I think it was just a boring dog. He just sat on the sofa for 23 hours a day. He was like a cat. He looked like a cat too being that he was about 8 pounds. We've dogsat for a boxer and I liked that dog a lot even though it drooled all over the house. We've dogsat for a Jack Russell and I liked that dog even though I'm pretty sure he was on coke. But, this little, log haired shitzu just turned me off for dogs.