Thursday, December 30, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Los Pancakes
I once wanted to open a restaurant that only served different varieties of sweet and savory pancakes. After this morning's* carrot and butter buckwheat pancakes, that dream is alive again.
*By "morning", I mean noon.
*By "morning", I mean noon.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Lyrical Genius
For those who aren't R Kelly fans, you are missing out on what is quite possibly the most profound song about a break-up that has ever been recorded and then turned into a DIY video for Youtube.
I freaking love this video. Real talk.
I freaking love this video. Real talk.
Good Film, Bad Film...plus kitty
The other day, I noticed that a film I had worked on last year is now available to watch instantly on Netflix. cool.
So I watched it. It sucked. I was disappointed in Cary Elwes and Andie MacDowell, not because their performances were poor, far from it, but because the film hardly did them or the hard work of the equally talented crew much justice.
Note to self: writing and editing are extremely important, never take them for granted.
However, the silver lining to this ordeal is that a day or two later, I received a package in the mail containing a DVD copy of another film I worked on last year.
It was exceptional. Especially in comparison to the former. It made me happy to have participated in such a well-done example of good independent filmmaking. cool.
To sum up:
Also, I find this to be funny...
So I watched it. It sucked. I was disappointed in Cary Elwes and Andie MacDowell, not because their performances were poor, far from it, but because the film hardly did them or the hard work of the equally talented crew much justice.
Note to self: writing and editing are extremely important, never take them for granted.
However, the silver lining to this ordeal is that a day or two later, I received a package in the mail containing a DVD copy of another film I worked on last year.
It was exceptional. Especially in comparison to the former. It made me happy to have participated in such a well-done example of good independent filmmaking. cool.
To sum up:
= boo...
Also, I find this to be funny...
;)
Thursday, September 30, 2010
La la la la lava
I now posses a lava lamp, for the first time in, well, ever.
It's pretty fantastic I must say, but I have noticed some things:
A. Lava lamps are kinda like fish tanks: both contain liquid and moving parts (i.e., lava bubbles and fish) that people like to stare at for the pretty colors and the relaxing mood that they facilitate. Lava lamps, however, do not need to be fed. Bonus.
B. Lava lamps make it fun and easy to waste electricity and heat energy.
C. Lava lamps create a nice ambiance, but cannot actually function as lamps. Do not try to read by lava lamplight.
D. Lava lamps were apparently made in different colors and sizes, but if memory serves, I have only seen one kind: blue, regular size.
I would like to add that lava lamps are just as cool now as they were when I was a kid, or more accurately, when the lava lamp fad was reincarnated during the late 80's and early 90's, but I definitely think that when my friends see it, their responses will be
A. "Is that a lava lamp?"
B. "Why do you have a lava lamp!?"
C. "Okay, weird..."
D. "Well, whatever makes you happy."
Whatever. I'll do what I want. And I'll do it with the lava lamp on.
Peace.
It's pretty fantastic I must say, but I have noticed some things:
A. Lava lamps are kinda like fish tanks: both contain liquid and moving parts (i.e., lava bubbles and fish) that people like to stare at for the pretty colors and the relaxing mood that they facilitate. Lava lamps, however, do not need to be fed. Bonus.
B. Lava lamps make it fun and easy to waste electricity and heat energy.
C. Lava lamps create a nice ambiance, but cannot actually function as lamps. Do not try to read by lava lamplight.
D. Lava lamps were apparently made in different colors and sizes, but if memory serves, I have only seen one kind: blue, regular size.
I would like to add that lava lamps are just as cool now as they were when I was a kid, or more accurately, when the lava lamp fad was reincarnated during the late 80's and early 90's, but I definitely think that when my friends see it, their responses will be
A. "Is that a lava lamp?"
B. "Why do you have a lava lamp!?"
C. "Okay, weird..."
D. "Well, whatever makes you happy."
Whatever. I'll do what I want. And I'll do it with the lava lamp on.
Peace.
Pam Says:
(after imbibing a substantial amount of wine...)
"What? I'm just trying to stay warm."
*sip*
"What? I'm just trying to stay warm."
*sip*
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
ass chicken
Today, in front of the Food Emporium in Union Square, I heard someone say this:
"they've got some bangin'-ass chicken salad"
Yeah.
I don't know exactly what qualifies chicken salad as being of the "bangin'-ass" variety, but it does not seem like a healthy or appetizing achievement.
Neither does "frozen-ass" chicken, (see below) or any kind of chicken that could be described using the word ass.
Now, I don't eat poultry, (except at Renaissance Faires), but if I did, I would appreciate it if the world would kindly keep its ass off my chicken.
Right?
(artwork from www.nataliedee.com)
"they've got some bangin'-ass chicken salad"
Yeah.
I don't know exactly what qualifies chicken salad as being of the "bangin'-ass" variety, but it does not seem like a healthy or appetizing achievement.
Neither does "frozen-ass" chicken, (see below) or any kind of chicken that could be described using the word ass.
Now, I don't eat poultry, (except at Renaissance Faires), but if I did, I would appreciate it if the world would kindly keep its ass off my chicken.
Right?
(artwork from www.nataliedee.com)
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Between Birds and Pigs.
I would like to challenge the phrase "eats like a bird", and the reason it denotes a modest and light eater.
True, most smaller birds feed on little more than berries, seeds, and insects, and their larger, "of prey" counterparts probably don't make a habit of gorging themselves multiple times per day.
But still, birds feed themselves enough to induce a (seemingly) constant state of defecation, and their young greedily gobble-down the regurgitated contents of their parents' stomachs with vigor, which, when applied to the human world, sounds more like a serious health problem than a dainty dietary preference.
True, most smaller birds feed on little more than berries, seeds, and insects, and their larger, "of prey" counterparts probably don't make a habit of gorging themselves multiple times per day.
But still, birds feed themselves enough to induce a (seemingly) constant state of defecation, and their young greedily gobble-down the regurgitated contents of their parents' stomachs with vigor, which, when applied to the human world, sounds more like a serious health problem than a dainty dietary preference.
Baby Fat
Dear Cranky Fat Kid from the L train,
You almost tripped me when you stopped and wheeled around directly in my path in order to reach for a forgotten Metro card that was laying on the filth-encrusted subway ground.
You, Mr. Cranky Pants, can't be a day older than 5 and you could already stand to lose 100 pounds, and this makes me sad. Not because you are fat, not because your parents neglect you and pacify your fits with bags of Doritos, but because you are a victim of government subsidized agricultural surpluses that have spawned the barely-edible, non-nutritious, artificially-flavored, waist-band-expanding corporate monoliths that have a quick, cheap, and easy stranglehold on the eating habits of your family, your community's families, and families all over the country.
I am sorry that you have already, at your tender age, been cheated by the money-loving bastards who sit at the top of The Man's fast food empire.
How can Americans sit idly by, professing with the mouths that kiss their mothers that the United States is truly a Democracy, when the conglomerates of the rich and powerful control how the "less fortunate" will eat? How can we still view dripping burgers and fries as fond childhood memories when a growing number of 5-year-olds across the land are sweating in 20-degree weather because of their Happy Meal-induced girth?
I don't know.
But I am on your side, and I forgive your lack of etiquette, Little Discarded Metro Card Enthusiast, because the fates are set very heavily against you. No pun intended.
You almost tripped me when you stopped and wheeled around directly in my path in order to reach for a forgotten Metro card that was laying on the filth-encrusted subway ground.
You, Mr. Cranky Pants, can't be a day older than 5 and you could already stand to lose 100 pounds, and this makes me sad. Not because you are fat, not because your parents neglect you and pacify your fits with bags of Doritos, but because you are a victim of government subsidized agricultural surpluses that have spawned the barely-edible, non-nutritious, artificially-flavored, waist-band-expanding corporate monoliths that have a quick, cheap, and easy stranglehold on the eating habits of your family, your community's families, and families all over the country.
I am sorry that you have already, at your tender age, been cheated by the money-loving bastards who sit at the top of The Man's fast food empire.
How can Americans sit idly by, professing with the mouths that kiss their mothers that the United States is truly a Democracy, when the conglomerates of the rich and powerful control how the "less fortunate" will eat? How can we still view dripping burgers and fries as fond childhood memories when a growing number of 5-year-olds across the land are sweating in 20-degree weather because of their Happy Meal-induced girth?
I don't know.
But I am on your side, and I forgive your lack of etiquette, Little Discarded Metro Card Enthusiast, because the fates are set very heavily against you. No pun intended.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Oooo, pretty
Hookah smoke is quite a lovely thing to behold when manipulated by the breeze from a box fan.
I do believe I just wrote a poem. I astound me.
I do believe I just wrote a poem. I astound me.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
Mommy, where do larvae come from?
A pair of randy insects chose to mate partially in mid-flight, partially in Bethany's personal space last night.
It was amazing.
To quote: "aaAAHHHH, EW! BUGS!! MATING!!! IN MY LAP!!!!"
It was amazing.
To quote: "aaAAHHHH, EW! BUGS!! MATING!!! IN MY LAP!!!!"
Coach Robbins and Coach Dunne
This is an ode to one of my favorite shows....
Oh Sanctuary, how you entertain and inspire;
You are a cunning genius in the ways your characters weave morality and human emotion into the fabric of mystery, adventure, and amazing leather outfits.
Bad-assity level: 46.8
Sactuary; Where the ladies are gorgeous, powerful, and ahead of their time,
The dudes are equally as impressive on paper as they are in fitted V-neck T-shirts,
The hallways are full of monsters and mermaids and other wonders of evolutionary progress,
And every room looks exactly like my future dream home.
I
love
this
show.
And I love you, Dr. Will Zimmerman and Henry Foss, you dog you ;)
www.sanctuaryforall.com
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Nice hair, kid.
My cousin looks like Justin Bieber...and they both play the guitar...and are single, ladies.Gross.
Friday, June 11, 2010
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