Thursday, October 30, 2008

An amazing musician, Zach Condon (my future baby-daddy)

Zach Condon is a truly gifted musician. He began recording music at the age of 15 (under the band name The Real People). He dropped out of high school at the age of 16 and moved to France, where he lived with his brother and taught himself French. It is in France that he was first exposed to Balkan gypsy music, notably including the Boban Marković Orchestra (which is clearly reflected in his current work). Now 22, he is most known for his work in Beirut. His newest album, The Flying Club Cup, has captivated me and won't relinquish my soul. He is soulful, full of heart, and has a truly haunting voice.

The Flying Club Cup website has videos of all of the songs on this album, and I implore you to take some time to listen to some of the songs. He has a large band/group of friends that play virtually every instrument imaginable, including the ukulele, the accordion, several different horns, the violin, watermelons (!), trash cans, conch shells...and the list goes on and on.

Here are two of the videos you mustmustmust check out:


In The Mausoleum.

Two items to note - the watermelon (!) and the shirt "I listen to bands that don't even exist yet." Amazing.

Try to listen to these songs without falling in love with this man. You can't do it, can you?

Monday, October 27, 2008

Not quite sure what to think...

Really? This guy can get married, but I'm STILL single?*

At least I don't have to lose over 1,000 pounds like he does.

I guess I always have that.

*Oh, and a flatbed truck? REALLY? Really.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Friday, October 17, 2008

LMFAO. For reals.

I recently saw this video of Andy Samberg from SNL impersonating Mark Wahlberg. Pretty funny, no doubt.

But, then (!) I happened to stumble across the trailer for the movie "The Happening" (starring Mark Wahlberg), and could hardly contain myself from laughing. It makes Andy's impersonation that much better. Seriously. I dare you to watch this trailer after Andy's impersonation and try not to laugh. You can't do it, can you?

Nailed it!

It made my day so much more dawesomer!

Oh, and say hi to your mother for me, alright?

UPDATE: 10/21/08

And then (!) there was this:

Monday, October 13, 2008

There are no words...

...except "amazing."

-Thanks, Kim, for sending this my way. LOVED IT!

Friday, October 3, 2008


Just because I'm wearing a nametag, it does not mean that you are entitled to use my name. You don't know me.

That is all.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Any takers?

Really? I saw this today on the way to work and couldn't resist. Too obvious.

What a weird fucken day.

Do you ever have one of those days that just Long? Arduous? Humorous? Ridiculous? Today has been one of those days all wrapped into one.

It actually started last night with me reading the third book in the "Twilight" series immediately before heading to bed. Bad idea. I spent the night tossing and turning, having incredibly vivid dreams about my soul-mate (who happened to be a vampire) coming to rescue me from...not sure...a bathroom? It was weird and confusing and left me exhausted today. Of course. For, like, the one day a week I have to work. Perfect.

Work was...fucking work. 98% of the people I work with are assholes, and I was left to fry (both physically and mentally) for four straight hours with no break in purgatory aka the Rock 'n Roller Coaster Courtyard aka the surface of the sun. Holy shit, I'm used to hot, but that shit was HOT. And I have the charred knees to prove it...every time my knees touched the ground, another layer of skin would singe off. It's a pretty glorious thing to think about.

Funny story about work, though. Well, funny to me. I totally had a Michael Scott moment and should be institutionalized for my "that's what she said" addiction. I'm standing at the computer in the equipment room waiting for the clock to run out so that I could clock out and overhear something so amazing it takes every fiber of my being to keep myself composed. A photographer was having trouble with his camera and the coordinator was helping him troubleshoot. The coordinator and the equipment person both say, repeatedly, about the flash card in the camera, "Take it out and blow on it." I swear to God I almost had an aneurysm trying to keep myself composed. I could not blurt out "That's what she said" simply because I was at work, with a whole bunch of dudes, who don't know me like that, and, not to mention, it would be so inappropriate. And, yet, they continue to repeat this simple sentence, and I continue to freak out internally. Thankfully, I was able to remain composed long enough to save myself the embarrassment, but I totally wanted to pull a Michael Scott, as is demonstrated at 0:31 seconds of the video below:

I cannot get enough. But, I digress.

So, after work, I had a few errands to run. I went to Barnes & Noble and spent a full hour looking for the perfect planner. I'm only 65% sold on it. I may need to shop some more for theperfect planner. I'm a huge nerd.

After my exhausting shopping excursion, I went to Panera for some dinner to nosh on. Keep in mind, during all this time, shopping, eating, being in public, I'm wearing my work clothes aka my costume aka my fat pants aka the most unflattering shorts known to man. Whilst in Panera, I get hit on by two lesbians. That's right, read that one again. TWO. LESBIANS. I must've really looked like a lesbian today. Awesome. Fucken shorts and charred knees. Dead sexy.

Also, while I am sitting in Panera by a window overlooking the outside patio, there is a fairly young couple with a little boy that decide to feed the gross, huge, scary, hideous crows their leftovers. As soon as that one, single potato chip hit the ground and a mangled crow limped over to it, I shit you not, a dozen more of those fuckers came out of nowhere and started fighting the mangled one for the scraps. Needless to say, it lost. Now, there is a massive swarm of these bloated, black bodies flying around outside, inches from me (granted there was a window between us). Slightly freaking out. Then, the young couple's little boy starts running/waddling through the swarm of disease-infested birds, laughing and drooling. And the parents continue to feed the birds so that the little boy can keep running through them. So, it winds up being a disturbing musical of sorts: food is thrown to the ground, birds swarm, little boy runs through the birds, the birds disperse, food is thrown to the ground, birds swarm...Oh, my God. Way too much for me to handle. Why the FUCK do people feel compelled to feed wild animals? It's not fucking cute. There's a reason they have a show on TV called "When Animals Attack." I don't get it.

Anyway, my next stop is Walgreens. I'm looking for a knee brace to wear to work so that when I kneel down, my knee won't get scorched. It's a Walgreens I've never been in, so I'm immediately disoriented. While I'm walking down the aisles, I completely and totally forget where I in which Walgreens I'm in or what part of town I'm in. It took me about 3 minutes to remember that I was in Dr. Phillips. Scariest 3 minutes of my life.

Oh, and I got a new toothbrush. Score!

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

As most of you know, I have a horrible (or is it so horrible, really?) habit of carrying around a hot pink Nalgene water bottle with me practically everywhere that I go. And since I've been carrying around this beaten up, gross, old, smelly water bottle for the past 18+ months, I thought it was about time to upgrade to a new version.

I found out about in the September issue of Cosmo magazine on my way to Missy's wedding. Cosmo raved about these eco-friendly water bottles, and I was looking forward to coming home to order one.

Here are some of the specs:

More than just pretty, a SIGG water bottle is extrusion-pressed from a single piece of aluminum for seamless, leakproof construction!

Plus, a taste-neutral, food-compatible enamel is sprayed and baked to the interior surface

The result is a crack-resistant bottle impervious to the acidity of wine, juices and isotonic drinks

Interior coating will not leach into fluids; bottles can be refrigerated but should not be frozen

Mix and match for fun—colorful bottles and caps are completely interchangeable

Rugged aluminum bottles are completely recyclable at the end of their long lives

The image below is the bottle that I ordered, the description being "Earth." There are so many more should check them out at!!!