Tuesday, May 06, 2008
I know, I know... I promised gore and open wounds. We'll get to that. Be patient. Just a reminder to those who can't take it: Look Out! I'm harboring photographs of the inside of my Very Own Personal Ankle!! With Exposed Tendon! And my Surgeon's FINGER TIP! Be afraid. In the meantime, the Democratic Campaign in 7 minutes:
Labels: headlines, medicine, personal urban drama, video
Monday, January 21, 2008
OK Foo just for you:
Because I know the overwhelming sexiness of James when he tilts his chin down and his head to the side, narrows his eyes, and purses his lips juuuuuust the tiniest bit means as much to you as it does to me. ;-)
Seriously folks, I warned you. I told you I was about to mainline Buffy. And oh boy are there needle scars on my arms. I always start out with this show thinking DAMNED that Angel and end it thinking Angel you're interrupting my lust of Spike, go away and brood somewhere else. And then he smiles and it all goes to hell.
But I'm up for a breath. The great news is that during this time I have had a birthday and my dearest cult member Lisa has gifted me with....wait for it.... the entire set of Angel disks. So pretty soon I'm going to have to start looking for veins in between my toes.
But quick - before you loose me again.
One day last week on the way home (yes I have had to leave the house a few times) I stopped at my local overpriced yuppie grocery store because, for all of their sins, they do indeed have the best darned hummus in a twelve state area (although Utah doesn't count because I don't think Mormans eat it).
While walking back out to my car (hummus in hand) I saw something that looked like it had come right out of a Mad Max movie:
This thing.... I guess it's homemade? Although it's not something I've ever thought about a motorcycle before. I know they can be "custom built" and "special design" or whatever but this doesn't bring any of those lofty ideas to mind. This makes me think of the professor in back to the future. I can picture him with those goggles on and that crazed white hair welding those tanks onto it. SEE THE TANKS??? Would you wrap your crotch around them?? Oh, and yes... this is the seat. I bet the farmer whose tractor it was stolen off of wants it back (or maybe not). I'm guessing... not too many road trips on this thing.
I'm just fascinated by this bike. You know it's got either a wildly fascinating story/character behind it or just some weird ass sleeps-in-a-closet so the Feebs can't get him with their sonic radar kinda guy.
I would have hung around to find out but, you know, I was in the middle of season five and Spike looks soooo good in that season. LOTS of eye narrowing and chin tipping.
Because I know the overwhelming sexiness of James when he tilts his chin down and his head to the side, narrows his eyes, and purses his lips juuuuuust the tiniest bit means as much to you as it does to me. ;-)
Seriously folks, I warned you. I told you I was about to mainline Buffy. And oh boy are there needle scars on my arms. I always start out with this show thinking DAMNED that Angel and end it thinking Angel you're interrupting my lust of Spike, go away and brood somewhere else. And then he smiles and it all goes to hell.
But I'm up for a breath. The great news is that during this time I have had a birthday and my dearest cult member Lisa has gifted me with....wait for it.... the entire set of Angel disks. So pretty soon I'm going to have to start looking for veins in between my toes.
But quick - before you loose me again.
One day last week on the way home (yes I have had to leave the house a few times) I stopped at my local overpriced yuppie grocery store because, for all of their sins, they do indeed have the best darned hummus in a twelve state area (although Utah doesn't count because I don't think Mormans eat it).
While walking back out to my car (hummus in hand) I saw something that looked like it had come right out of a Mad Max movie:
This thing.... I guess it's homemade? Although it's not something I've ever thought about a motorcycle before. I know they can be "custom built" and "special design" or whatever but this doesn't bring any of those lofty ideas to mind. This makes me think of the professor in back to the future. I can picture him with those goggles on and that crazed white hair welding those tanks onto it. SEE THE TANKS??? Would you wrap your crotch around them?? Oh, and yes... this is the seat. I bet the farmer whose tractor it was stolen off of wants it back (or maybe not). I'm guessing... not too many road trips on this thing.
I'm just fascinated by this bike. You know it's got either a wildly fascinating story/character behind it or just some weird ass sleeps-in-a-closet so the Feebs can't get him with their sonic radar kinda guy.
I would have hung around to find out but, you know, I was in the middle of season five and Spike looks soooo good in that season. LOTS of eye narrowing and chin tipping.
Labels: cult, personal urban drama, video
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Anyone who knows me might be very surprised to learn that I think this video is smile out loud delightful.
For many, many years I was blessed, in that I had a second row seat to virtually every ballet performance at Jones Hall, and then later at the Wortham. I grew up knowing that Carlos Acosta, Lauren Anderson, and Ben Stevens are Rock Stars. I've enjoyed the ABT and mourned that I was born generations too late to see Nijinsky fly. For all of these great experiences I was the guest of my Father and later, after he passed, my step-mother.
But there was one thing I always did that, while my Dad didn't care about it one way or the other, my step-mother was annoyed by. It really bugged her because she didn't understand, or because she refused to understand. She could be like that. If the answer wasn't what she wanted to hear she just refused to accept it as valid.
What I did was this - I declined any invitation for dance that was not classical. I have no interest in seeing ballet with dancers wearing lime green leotards, trailing disco balls from their Achilles heals. I do not want to listen to discordant but "meaningfully deep" music played on Aztec drums while dancers don't actually move, but only sway gently and twitch their toes occasionally. And blink with expression. I do not like green eggs and ham.
So this video? Not Carol. Not Carol at all. But damned if you can sit still while watching this you're not Carol! I am amazed at what this chick does on pointe! She is pure delight! How can you not laugh! How can you not be joyful watching her? Granted, she is not a great ballet dancer. The Earth loves her too much. But so does the Ballet, and that's why this works. Damned that good dance.
Labels: video
Monday, November 19, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Take the only tree that's left and stuff it up the hole in your culture.
Just 'cos if you've never heard it, you're damned well missing quality.
Just 'cos if you've never heard it, you're damned well missing quality.
Labels: video
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Laptop and YouTube Sunday lesson of the day. If you're going to watch video while you're eating cereal for breakfast, try to face away from the screen if your mouth is full of Kellogg's Special K Vanilla Almond* before you get to the end of the clip, or have a moist towelette handy to wipe off the screen before the milk dries on it.
Excuse My Beauty
*Quite possibly the best cereal in the world according to my latest cereal addiction. Although, for about 25 years it has been Kellogg's Raisin Bran. And ONLY Kellogg's. All others are wannabes. And yes, I have a special Kellogg's Raisin Bran bowl. And I've had it my whole life. My grandmother got it in a box of Dreft back in the 40's. It is the best bowl to eat Raisin Bran in bed in the middle of the night from while watching a movie. It is an old green depression glass bowl and it has a lip around the top rim that you can rest your thumb under so you don't spill the bowl when the serial killer comes out of the shadows, which you KNEW he would, because the girl was in her underwear wandering through a dark house saying "Hello? Is there anyone there?" Stupid girl.
Excuse My Beauty
*Quite possibly the best cereal in the world according to my latest cereal addiction. Although, for about 25 years it has been Kellogg's Raisin Bran. And ONLY Kellogg's. All others are wannabes. And yes, I have a special Kellogg's Raisin Bran bowl. And I've had it my whole life. My grandmother got it in a box of Dreft back in the 40's. It is the best bowl to eat Raisin Bran in bed in the middle of the night from while watching a movie. It is an old green depression glass bowl and it has a lip around the top rim that you can rest your thumb under so you don't spill the bowl when the serial killer comes out of the shadows, which you KNEW he would, because the girl was in her underwear wandering through a dark house saying "Hello? Is there anyone there?" Stupid girl.
Labels: personal urban drama, video
Saturday, July 28, 2007
As a general rule, I don't like to make fun of people unless they drive SUVs. Or eat dog biscuits of their OWN FREE WILL*. But. You know? The French? They just make it so easy.
*WOOF! foofoo WOOF!
*WOOF! foofoo WOOF!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
I know they say "Necessity is the mother of all invention", but....ewwww.
Or, to quote Medgadget, "just creeps us out from head to toe."
Or, to quote Medgadget, "just creeps us out from head to toe."
Labels: video
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
I showed this to my friend Mel last night. It caused her to observe that, even though she loves me, the stuff that makes me howl with laughter just doesn't do it for her. Then she said that my humor coincides best with another friend of hers, Mrs. VDH, and she doesn't understand why our humor isn't hers.
To which I started in with "Charlie! Hey, Charlie! Come to Candy Mountain, Charlie!" She clamped her hands over her ears and started moaning in pain.
Just watch it. Cow Tse Tung.
To get back at Mel for not having a sense of humor that doesn't perfectly coincide with mine and Mrs. VDH, I snuck over to her house this morning (AKA Damned That's A Big Oak Tree. Oh yeah, there is a house back there.) and spent three hours sweeping up the leaves on her driveway, sidewalks, and curb. I left two piles of leaves.
The one against her garage door is about 4 feet tall and about 5x7 feet square. I was going to make one BIG pile of leaves up against the garage door, just for the visual impact, but I realized about halfway through that if I did this I would not only block off the entrance to her house, I would also cover the entire east side of her driveway and that's where her roommate (who we all like and who has better looking hair than any of us, even when we brush ours) parks. So the second pile is down by the sidewalk. It is a little smaller, about 4x6, and only about 3 feet tall. While it does create sort of a slalom course for He Of The Better Hair to negotiate in order to park, it is better than nothing (AKA street parking).
Upon returning home I swallowed two hydrocodone before I even bothered to peel off my filthy clothes. I tore the curled up skin from the blister on the inside of my right thumb off (I was wearing leather gloves Mom, I swear!) and entrapped it in plastic and tape before I showered because the only thing worse than having every muscle in your body hurt is having every muscle in your body hurt and having Head and Shoulders wash over a freshly burst blister. Mel, you might not love Cows With Guns, and Candy Mountain may make you want to poke your ear drums out with a chop stick, but you damned well better love me.
To which I started in with "Charlie! Hey, Charlie! Come to Candy Mountain, Charlie!" She clamped her hands over her ears and started moaning in pain.
Just watch it. Cow Tse Tung.
To get back at Mel for not having a sense of humor that doesn't perfectly coincide with mine and Mrs. VDH, I snuck over to her house this morning (AKA Damned That's A Big Oak Tree. Oh yeah, there is a house back there.) and spent three hours sweeping up the leaves on her driveway, sidewalks, and curb. I left two piles of leaves.
The one against her garage door is about 4 feet tall and about 5x7 feet square. I was going to make one BIG pile of leaves up against the garage door, just for the visual impact, but I realized about halfway through that if I did this I would not only block off the entrance to her house, I would also cover the entire east side of her driveway and that's where her roommate (who we all like and who has better looking hair than any of us, even when we brush ours) parks. So the second pile is down by the sidewalk. It is a little smaller, about 4x6, and only about 3 feet tall. While it does create sort of a slalom course for He Of The Better Hair to negotiate in order to park, it is better than nothing (AKA street parking).
Upon returning home I swallowed two hydrocodone before I even bothered to peel off my filthy clothes. I tore the curled up skin from the blister on the inside of my right thumb off (I was wearing leather gloves Mom, I swear!) and entrapped it in plastic and tape before I showered because the only thing worse than having every muscle in your body hurt is having every muscle in your body hurt and having Head and Shoulders wash over a freshly burst blister. Mel, you might not love Cows With Guns, and Candy Mountain may make you want to poke your ear drums out with a chop stick, but you damned well better love me.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
For anyone who thinks a single payer system (AKA The US Government administering YOUR healthcare) would somehow be any better than what we have now.
Make your choice. Decide how you would want your healthcare dollars spent:
Cause you know, this system has worked so well in Canada, eh?
(Don't read Kevin MD unless you want to often end up ranting and raving in anger.)
Make your choice. Decide how you would want your healthcare dollars spent:
Rationing a theraputic medical procedure, thus leading to cutting out a sick bladder and stick a urine sack on a person's belly for life?
Slicing open and tucking in a healthy penis?
Cause you know, this system has worked so well in Canada, eh?
(Don't read Kevin MD unless you want to often end up ranting and raving in anger.)
Labels: medicine, opinion, video
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
My friend, KT, is a magician. He's also a total goof ball. The segment with him devestating himself is a few minutes in but you can fastforward to the 3:15 mark. But if you do, you'll miss the windshield wiper hack!
Although truthfully, I like the cow segment, too.
Although truthfully, I like the cow segment, too.
Labels: personal urban drama, video
Saturday, January 27, 2007
It doesn't matter what your politics are, but I think we can all agree that Hillary, if she ever decided to do American Idol, would leave in tears.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
I apologize right here and now for yet ANOTHER LOR posting. I'm actually not even that big of a fan. A girlfriend tried to get me to read the books back in junior high school. I thought they were crap* and went back to my Rolling Stone and Cream magazines. But. Since I'm married to a geek/nerd, I have actually seen all three movies and can enjoy the comedy people create around the freaking RING.
And so I bring to you, The Very Secret Diaries.
A couple of quotes to interest you:
*Ok, OK, Aragorn is most definately one seriously hot piece of man meat.
And so I bring to you, The Very Secret Diaries.
A couple of quotes to interest you:
The Very Secret Diary of Aragorn, Son of Arathorn
By: Cassandra Claire
Day One: Ringwraiths killed: 4. V. good. Met up with Hobbits. Walked forty miles. Skinned a squirrel and ate it. Still not King.
Day Six: Orcs killed: none. Disappointing. Stubble update: I look rugged and manly. Yes! Keep wanting to drop-kick Gimli. Holding myself back. Still not King.
The Very Secret Diary of Legolas, Son of Weenus
By: Cassandra Claire
Day Four: Boromir so irritating. Why must he wear big shield like dinner plate all the time? Climbed up Caradhras but wimpy humans who cannot walk on snow insisted we climb back down. Am definitely prettiest member of the Fellowship. Go me!
Day Six: Far too dark in Mines of Moria to brush hair properly. Am very afraid I am developing a tangle. Orcs so silly. Still the prettiest.
*Ok, OK, Aragorn is most definately one seriously hot piece of man meat.
Labels: video
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
OK you people don't seem overwhelmed by the Candy Mountain Candy Mountainnnnn video but I gotta tell you, I just watched it again and laughed myself silly. AGAIN.
Labels: video
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Saturday, March 13, 2004
Yes, there is lust in my heart. Yes, he's truly geeky and more than a little strange. But he comes to me faithfully at 10:30 p.m. central standard time every weekday night and makes me laugh and teaches me some new and interesting things a woman surely should know.
Alton Brown, you got some truly interestin' chemistry working for ya, boy!
Good eats, indeed!
Alton Brown, you got some truly interestin' chemistry working for ya, boy!
Good eats, indeed!
