Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens

I haven’t been in the best frame of mind lately. It’s been a rough year. At the behest of my roommate, Im trying to focus on the little things in life that make me happy right now. I thought I would compile a list of them right here.

Trailers.
Trailers are typically my favorite part of going to the movies. Even when it’s a movie I’ve waited months to see there is always a pang of sadness when the Dolby digital emblem appears, signaling the end of trailers. Watching a trailer is like watching a really hot guy from afar. You may meet him and descover that he’s dumb, or a douche, or just really wants kids. But from far away he can be anything you want him to be. Trailers are all about myster and expectation… the building of excitement.

There are numerous trailers out right now which I can spend hours watching, but I will spare you New Moon and post my very favorite. A movie based on one of my favorite books, whose screenplay is written by my favorite author, and is directed by an amazing director. There is no way this movie can live up to it’s hype and my expectations, but this trailer… this trailer is perfection.




Neil Gaimen.

I read Good Omens like 11 years ago – I bought it at the Good Will for $0.50. It was good, but I didn’t give Neil Gaimen much more thought until just recently.

It started with the Sandman comics. Then I read his picture book, There Are Wolves in the Walls and the novel American Gods. I just finished Neverwhere and am planning on reading Stardust next. Neil has a great way of pairing humor and fantasy… creating magical worlds completely removed from my own and yet so real.

Buffy, Season 8
There are few shows – or pop culture icons in general – that have had more affect on my as a person than Buffy the Vampire Slayer. So when Joss Whedon decided to produce an 8th season of the iconic show – in the form of comic books – I was super excited. And they have not disappointed.





Sushi.
Sushi with friends is the best. Sushi with friends and wine is even better. It’s light, it’s filling, it’s something I can validate eating with my hands. Sushi makes me happy.

#buffyvsxena

Its an argument for the ages; nature vs nurture, coke vs pepsi... Buffy vs Xena. I stumbled across this article this morning, via pop candy, and it incited a fierce debate between my roommate and I, including a failed attempt at a twitter trending topic - though that still could happen. I mean, Im 72 followers strong. Take that Ashton! #buffyvsxena all you twittertans out there.

But in all seriousness... Xena is bigger, yes, and she could probably snap Buff like a twig with those ape-like gams of hers. But what Xena lacks is ingenuity. She hasnt the ability to improve like Buffy does. While Xena mostly sticks to back flips over her horse and thigh strangulation, Buff is an anytime, anywhere type of girl. Yes she can back flip, and has strangled with her legs a time or two, but Buff is also able scheme in ways that Xena's primordial brain is unable to. And lets not forget Buffy's ability to punch with her words. Witticisms are often overlooked and undervalued on the battlefield, but Buffy's ability to keep up witty banter during an epic ass kicking not only entertains, but distracts as well, giving her the advantage.

And this isnt even taking into account backup. Who does Xena have? A sniveling little blond who tends mostly to get herself into trouble? Sometimes a smartass thief and a numskull? Buffy has an entire gang of smartasses, including an all powerful witch, 2 entirely whipped vampires, and a "criminal mastermind".

Im sorry Tim O'Leary at thetorchonline.com, but Xena would most def NOT be winning this fight.

In relating news, Im thinking of renaming this blog This Is Why Im Single... because... THIS IS WHY IM SINGLE.

The Bitch is Back!

Yes, yes… you are not dreaming, though I know this is the answer to your wildest dreams. Ties true, I am back. It’s been a rough year, I ain't gonna lie. I quit my job, started school, and started waiting tables to thus keep from starving and sleeping in a box (not that there is anything wrong with sleeping in a box… I once did so for two years). Working nights and weekends decimated my social life quicker than one can say avada kedavra. But like Harry, Im back from the dead. (Sorry for the spoiler one person alive who hasn’t read Deathly Hollows.) For I have realized something… without any of the things I once used to define or validate me… without the nice job, the flourishing social life, the theater involvement… Im still AWESOME!! And it would be a travesty to deprive my adoring public from said awesomeness. And thus, like backstreat, Im back (ALRIGHT!).

This is a test.

This is only a test. If this were a real blog I would bend these words and make them my bitch until they quivered beneath my fingers. But this is only a test.

If I

On the last drunken night of my vacation last month, we sat around the condo and watched comedy central - stumbling upon a rerun of some stand-up by a guy named Demetri Martin. It was one of the funniest things I had seen in a long time, but I was hesitant, after returning home, to look him up on youtube, as things are sometimes much funnier when inebriated, and I would hate to taint a precious vacation memory.

But to my delight, not only was he just as funny as I remembered, but I also descivered this...

A program he did for BBC, intitled If I. I guess it would be considered stand-up, though it's a not as funny as it is brilliant and insightfull. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you my new obsession: Demetri Martin.

You know it's bad when you honestly begin considering voting for Paris Hilton for President

See more Paris Hilton videos at Funny or Die

Because you cant make this shit up

Just got off the phone with my little sister Kymber.

“You know whats special…” she says.

“What?” I ask.

“You called me!"

"Also,” she adds, “I think I have scabies.”


That was all I got, cuz she was with someone and couldn’t talk…“that would be rude”.

No idea how she got it, but Im sure it doesnt have anything to do with her penchant for dining in dumpsters.

Because Josiah Bartlet has ruined me for any other president

There are these bumper stickers out right now – I’m seeing them everywhere ...

“Someone Else For President.”

I know just how they feel.

Generally I would consider myself a political agnostic, but as it is an election year, I realized I should probably pull my heard out of Battlestar Galactica and pay attention to the real world.

Someone told me recently that in order to run for president in this day and age, you have to be a complete egomaniac… and after diligent research of this years candidates, I have to say that I agree.

Now, after all of the caucuses and primaries, jeers and smears (and in Hillary's case tears), the upcoming election can be epitomized in a someecard.

I grew up in a home where politics were discussed at the breakfast table, over third and fourth shots of espresso, as Pappy jittered his way around the kitchen, quoting BBC News (“No American news channel can be trusted”) aspersed with snippets from Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72.

Given the political climate at home, it comes as no surprise that The West Wing was a show almost the entire Maulden family watched together, at least for the first few seasons. Josiah Bartlet, CJ Cregg, Toby Ziegler, Josh Lyman, and Sam Seaborn were more real to me then any actual White House staff members.

In the world of Aaron Sorkin, men are integerous and just. They function from a set of strong moral values, championing the little guy, always standing up for what is right despite the opposition. The problem in growing up with the West Wing is much the same as growing up reading Pride & Prejudice. You tend to wait around, expecting Mr. Darcy to show up at your door step.

Like Mr. Darcy, Josiah Bartlett doesn’t exist. And instead Im left to choose between Weathervane McCain or an Obamination.

Come election day, I may just sit at home, eating bon bons and watching the episode where Sam accidentally sleeps with a call girl.

While we're on the subject, can we change the subject now?

I heard this song on Lightning 100 about 8 months ago, and LOVED it.

My siblings have tried to get me into Modest Mouse for years, but I never really gave them much thought... until I heard this song.

It's fun and funky, and I loved the connotation I got from the song. But under closer scrutiny, lyrics often mean something entirely different then I first assume.(as Bec can tell you) Which is why I didnt google the lyrics until this morning.

Thankfully, Missed The Boat didnt dissapoint.I cant even remember why I looked it up, except that I was meant to see them. It's like, once I get a revolation about somehting, God starts sending me lots of little confirmations, lest I forget.

While we're on the subject
Could we change the subject now?
I was knocking on your ears
Don't worry, you were always out
Looking towards the future
We were begging for the past
Well, we know we had the good things
But those never seemed to last
Oh, please just last

Everyone's unhappy
Everyone's ashamed
Well we all just got caught looking
At somebody else's page
Well, nothing ever went
Quite exactly as we planned
Our ideas held no water
But we used them like a dam

Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell
Saying, "Yes, this is a fine promotion"
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell

Of course everyone goes crazy
Over such and such and such
We made ourselves a pillar
But we just used it as a crutch
We were certainly uncertain
At least I'm pretty sure I am
Well, we didn't need the water
But we just built that good goddamn

Oh, and I know this of myself
I'd assume as much for other people
Oh, and I know this of myself
We've listened more to life's end gong
Than the sound of life's sweet bells

Was it ever worth it?
Was there all that much to gain?
Well, we knew we'd missed the boat
And we'd already missed the plane
We didn't read the invite
We just danced at our own wake
All our favorites were playing
So we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Tiny curtains open and we heard the tiny clap of little hands
A tiny man would tell a little joke and get a tiny laugh from all the folks
Sitting, drifting around in bubbles and thinking it was us that carried them
When we finally got it figured out that we had truly missed the boat

Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves
But not the skills to make a shelf with
Oh, what useless tools ourselves

Test blog from my phone

I heart Neutral Milk Hotel - 2 Headed Boy is playing now on Pandora.