I'm sorry I haven't been around. I haven't forgotten about you, my internet friends. I have so much to say, so much to show you. But no time to do it.
I'm sure you noticed that I didn't post the WWII yesterday. And if you didn't notice? Not cool bro, not cool. Anyway, I was totally off yesterday, I thought it was Tuesday (and for those of you in the states, it was). I only realized it was Wednesday when SharShine tweeted about the WWII. I will post the WWII next Wednesday.
Also, let me apologize in advance if there are any glitches with this blog over the next few days. I'm going to make a back-end change; hopefully it won't affect your side of this blog, but who knows, right? I'm getting older, I'm moving into that age group of people who can't figure out new technologies.
Peace out, yo!
February 26, 2009
February 18, 2009
Supersonic is a word....
For 5 random points, name the group and tell me what the S- U- P-E- and R- stand for...
Don't look it up!
UPDATE:
No one got it. Should I give myself 5 points and then go buy an ice cream?
"The S is for super, the U is for unique, the P is for perfection and you know that we are freaks, the E is for exotic, and the R is for raps!" ~Supersonic by J.J. Fad (80's female rap group)
Don't look it up!
UPDATE:
No one got it. Should I give myself 5 points and then go buy an ice cream?
"The S is for super, the U is for unique, the P is for perfection and you know that we are freaks, the E is for exotic, and the R is for raps!" ~Supersonic by J.J. Fad (80's female rap group)
Wednesday What Is It? Results
The result's of last weeks Wenesday What Is It?
A pen!
2 points each to Maggie, Plumeria Girl, Honey, SharShine, and Bon.
I loved the super specific answers. Thanks for playing.
February 17, 2009
Just inject the molten chocolate directly into my veins, would ya?
When I have a lot on my mind and a lot on my plate, it affects my ability to blog. Blogging becomes one more thing to worry about, one more item on my overflowing to-do list which is unmethodically written on various little note pads, which are haphazardly thrown into my purse and camera bag.
Sometimes, when I have so much to do, I don't do anything at all.
Last night while my family slept, I watched the George Lopez show and totally pigged out on Ruffles and cheese dip. Afterward, I watched ballroom dancing and it made me feel like a big fat loser.
Last night while my family slept, I watched the George Lopez show and totally pigged out on Ruffles and cheese dip. Afterward, I watched ballroom dancing and it made me feel like a big fat loser.
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Nick and Nora's Infinite Play List - It was cute and funny. Although James was bored of it early on. But then, he's not into teenage stories as much as I am. I really like Michael Cera. He plays those awkward teenage characters so well.
Traitor - Wow! Watch it.
Swing Vote - Both James and I fell asleep during this one.
The Rocker - Funny! I disagree with the reviewer that Fish could have been played by Jack Black....not entirely true....Jack Black could have played Fish, but I think I would still prefer Rainn Wilson.
RocknRolla - I liked it. That Leonidas is always hot!
Pineapple Express - Total stoner movie.
Traitor - Wow! Watch it.
Swing Vote - Both James and I fell asleep during this one.
The Rocker - Funny! I disagree with the reviewer that Fish could have been played by Jack Black....not entirely true....Jack Black could have played Fish, but I think I would still prefer Rainn Wilson.
RocknRolla - I liked it. That Leonidas is always hot!
Pineapple Express - Total stoner movie.
February 14, 2009
Mango pollen...I mean, love is in the air.
Jenni and I were bordering obnoxious as we skipped up and down the hall yelling our sing-songy chant, "Happy Valentine's Day! Happy Valentine's Day!"
We may or may not have been throwing candy into people's rooms.
Happy Valentine's Day, my internet friends. Go tell someone you love them, you could be hit by a bus tomorrow. Or perhaps a falling coconut.
February 11, 2009
Wednesday What Is It? Results
The results of last week's Wednesday What Is It?
Glass Bottle!
5 points to Bon!
Don't get mad everyone, but remember the rules....
"Every Wednesday I will post a small part of a picture of some object. You tell me what you think the object is." Don't tell me what the portion of the picture is - tell me what the entire picture is.
Don't boycott me, keep on playing!
February 06, 2009
At least in part...
(written on a whim)
Deece waited in the LAX baggage claim, practically alone now, save for a few airport workers and cars that occasionally drove past just outside the heavy automatic sliding double doors. She wondered if Kev forgot to pick her up. She wondered if he partied a little too hard on New Year's Eve last night and was asleep on a couch somewhere in the greater LA area. It was now 6:15 a.m. and still dark outside as she sat uncomfortably on the cold metal edge of the still baggage conveyor belt. She turned off her discman and stood her bass guitar in its black soft case between her legs.
It had been a long night. It began on the other side of the Pacific, at home, on Saipan. After a great new year's celebration, as only college students on vacation could have, her friend Jen dropped her off at the airport, where she met up with Em for the second time that night. They said goodbye to their friends, checked in at the gate, and waited for their boarding call. Deece and Em had always been friends, although never as close as they had become over the past few years. They both had their own best friends, but there were some things shared only between the two of them.
Their first flight took them to Guam. The best thing about flying through Guam was the airport Burger King - the onion rings were great after a long night of drinking.
Their second and final flight together took them to Honolulu. The problem with flying through Honolulu, at least the problem for Deece, was having to recheck her baggage. As if wearing her bass guitar, discman carrying case, and blue Roxy messenger bag didn't cause enough traveling difficulty, now Deece had to claim her large clunky suitcase and the cooler of fish and pickled fruits that Kev's mom sent with her and recheck them after first clearing them through customs. She saw the dogs sniffing at the other end of the baggage claim and she wondered if she'd get busted for bringing frozen fish across the ocean.
Seven hours in the air and the thought of starting classes only one day after Deece and Em would arrive on the mainland found the friends quickly looking for a spot to smoke. They had their cigarettes and then some food. Then the friends walked down a second story corridor with walls that stood only halfway. They found a spot to sit along the wall. It overlooked a garden area, beautiful yet dim. It was still new year's eve in Hawaii.
Deece and Em, if only for that night, felt cool - sitting on the ledge, sharing smokes and laughs while Deece's bass guitar leaned against the wall between them. They had never been as close friends as they were then, and sadly, they would never be that close again.
The friends walked back down the partially open corridor, feeling the island air against their skin for the last time before returning to fast life on the mainland. At the "Departures" sign, they hugged and said goodbye, full with friendship only girlfriends can share. Em went one way and Deece another. It had been a great winter break.
Deece boarded her plane and settled into her seat. Just before take-off it turned midnight. Wishes for the new year were spoken throughout the taxying plane. It was her second new year's celebration. Another chance to welcome in 2001. This time, on the plane, this time she was sober. What a great preview of what would come in her life.
It was January 1st in Los Angeles when the plane landed. January 1st, a day that would hold significance for the rest of her life, she just didn't know it yet.
And there Deece sat. Waiting. With her green suitcase and white cooler, whose contents she could now smell. She grasped her bass guitar and felt for her discman while her messenger bag hung across her body. She wanted a cigarette but she wouldn't know what to do if she got stuck outside those thick double doors.
Just when she thought she'd have to call a cab, Kev pulled up. Smiling in his white Corolla.
Deece waited in the LAX baggage claim, practically alone now, save for a few airport workers and cars that occasionally drove past just outside the heavy automatic sliding double doors. She wondered if Kev forgot to pick her up. She wondered if he partied a little too hard on New Year's Eve last night and was asleep on a couch somewhere in the greater LA area. It was now 6:15 a.m. and still dark outside as she sat uncomfortably on the cold metal edge of the still baggage conveyor belt. She turned off her discman and stood her bass guitar in its black soft case between her legs.
It had been a long night. It began on the other side of the Pacific, at home, on Saipan. After a great new year's celebration, as only college students on vacation could have, her friend Jen dropped her off at the airport, where she met up with Em for the second time that night. They said goodbye to their friends, checked in at the gate, and waited for their boarding call. Deece and Em had always been friends, although never as close as they had become over the past few years. They both had their own best friends, but there were some things shared only between the two of them.
Their first flight took them to Guam. The best thing about flying through Guam was the airport Burger King - the onion rings were great after a long night of drinking.
Their second and final flight together took them to Honolulu. The problem with flying through Honolulu, at least the problem for Deece, was having to recheck her baggage. As if wearing her bass guitar, discman carrying case, and blue Roxy messenger bag didn't cause enough traveling difficulty, now Deece had to claim her large clunky suitcase and the cooler of fish and pickled fruits that Kev's mom sent with her and recheck them after first clearing them through customs. She saw the dogs sniffing at the other end of the baggage claim and she wondered if she'd get busted for bringing frozen fish across the ocean.
Seven hours in the air and the thought of starting classes only one day after Deece and Em would arrive on the mainland found the friends quickly looking for a spot to smoke. They had their cigarettes and then some food. Then the friends walked down a second story corridor with walls that stood only halfway. They found a spot to sit along the wall. It overlooked a garden area, beautiful yet dim. It was still new year's eve in Hawaii.
Deece and Em, if only for that night, felt cool - sitting on the ledge, sharing smokes and laughs while Deece's bass guitar leaned against the wall between them. They had never been as close friends as they were then, and sadly, they would never be that close again.
The friends walked back down the partially open corridor, feeling the island air against their skin for the last time before returning to fast life on the mainland. At the "Departures" sign, they hugged and said goodbye, full with friendship only girlfriends can share. Em went one way and Deece another. It had been a great winter break.
Deece boarded her plane and settled into her seat. Just before take-off it turned midnight. Wishes for the new year were spoken throughout the taxying plane. It was her second new year's celebration. Another chance to welcome in 2001. This time, on the plane, this time she was sober. What a great preview of what would come in her life.
It was January 1st in Los Angeles when the plane landed. January 1st, a day that would hold significance for the rest of her life, she just didn't know it yet.
And there Deece sat. Waiting. With her green suitcase and white cooler, whose contents she could now smell. She grasped her bass guitar and felt for her discman while her messenger bag hung across her body. She wanted a cigarette but she wouldn't know what to do if she got stuck outside those thick double doors.
Just when she thought she'd have to call a cab, Kev pulled up. Smiling in his white Corolla.
February 05, 2009
Who can I thank for this?
Who decided that the 80's are cool again? Who was it that decided that the 80's are back? Please tell me. I need to thank this person. Psyche!
I was going to write to you about how I'm not happy about the 80's comeback. About how I'm seeing pictures of 80's themed parties thrown and attended by people younger than me. And quite frankly, if you're younger than me? You didn't grow up in the 80's.
But then as I was listening to music on jango, I heard Michael Jackson's Thriller, and I decided that I don't dislike the 80's as much as I thought I did.
"...this is thriller! Thriller night! Girl I can thrill you more than any ghost would ever dare try."
Yeah, you know it makes you want to dance.
In your Knight Rider jacket.
And jams.
With your high tops.
Or your off-the-shoulder cut-off tee shirt if you're a girl.
With your teased bangs.
And huge plastic shades. The ones that change color in the sun.
Or at the prom in your white Miami Vice blazer.
And your perm.
Or a light pink strapless dress with asymmetrical layers of lace if you're a girl.
With your blue eyeshadow.
Aw yeah, it was totally rad!
I was going to write to you about how I'm not happy about the 80's comeback. About how I'm seeing pictures of 80's themed parties thrown and attended by people younger than me. And quite frankly, if you're younger than me? You didn't grow up in the 80's.
But then as I was listening to music on jango, I heard Michael Jackson's Thriller, and I decided that I don't dislike the 80's as much as I thought I did.
"...this is thriller! Thriller night! Girl I can thrill you more than any ghost would ever dare try."
Yeah, you know it makes you want to dance.
In your Knight Rider jacket.
And jams.
With your high tops.
Or your off-the-shoulder cut-off tee shirt if you're a girl.
With your teased bangs.
And huge plastic shades. The ones that change color in the sun.
Or at the prom in your white Miami Vice blazer.
And your perm.
Or a light pink strapless dress with asymmetrical layers of lace if you're a girl.
With your blue eyeshadow.
Aw yeah, it was totally rad!
February 04, 2009
Wednesday What Is It? Results
The results of last week's Wednesday What Is It?
Pink Plumeria!
Also acceptible: plumeria
5 points to Bon for plumeria!
4 points to Polly for the first answer of pink plumeria!
2 points to Shar.
1 point to Erdene and Mark because I can understand knowing what a flower looks like, but not knowing specific flowers.
February 01, 2009
Before...
Three years ago in February I did not post anything.
Two years ago I watched the neighbors dog take a dump every day and I almost purchased a spot on the sign above MVA.
One year ago Mele smelled Mikey's ax. Yeah, it's that funny. Click on it.
That's me, before.
(Yes, it's a picture of a picture. What?)
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