Kitschy Will Be the Death of Me

The Catalog Favorites magazine came in yesterday, and while quickly skimming through the pages it made me stop to contemplate. This genre of magazine has for awhile now been gnawing at me, slowly chipping away at my spirit and hopes for my future as a kick-ass 40 year old woman. It's that magazine that sells all of that middle aged crap like "Sleep Is The New Sex" or "Time Flies When You Are Having Rum!" t-shirts that only come in XXL, the tacky turquoise coral and shell caftan that they actually have the balls to describe as sensual, or the Fanny Bank where it makes "amusing sounds" when coins are deposited in the rear end. I know there are people out there that do order from these magazines because they've been mailing those suckers for a long time now. I just need to know this: Does your brain turn to dull and unfunny mush when you hit the age of 40 and on? What compels a woman, who was at one time 20 years old and would never ever have purchased any of this junk, to buy a Fartmaster Key Chain that comes with six realistic flatulent sounds? I fear for what will become of me, and that is why I have made a pact with Sean. I will provide the loaded shotgun and he will pull the trigger to end any potential embarrassment and/or misery that would directly stem from buying a "Sometimes I Pee When I Laugh" t-shirt.

Ryan Adams - "I Taught Myself To Grow Old"


The New Pornographers - "Challengers"

College Days - Annoyance Abounds

Today's observations. Joy.

(The Reno 911 clip)

Paul Simon - Me & Julio Down By The Schoolyard

College Days

I'm currently in the last semester of my undergraduate career and I have to say that the past 4 years of college have been... a mixed bag. There definitely have been many positive moments, but what fun is there in talking about that, really? So moving to the other side of that spectrum: I always seem to be alert of all the crazies, goofs and idiots while I'm at school, and I tend to have an adverse reaction to most of them. My mind fills quickly with dagger comments at them and that's my way of defusing the annoyance. Or I just have the most random thoughts come to me that make perfect sense at the time. Then later when trying to figure it out, I frustratingly lose most of my original reasoning and purpose behind those observations. So I wised up today and started bringing a notebook to all of my classes. I love that I can jot down what new thing or event has left me all in a heap or has put a pep in my step. I think some of those thoughts are worth posting, and there are some that aren't as they can get either really dumb or really mean.

So today's notebook page was filled up in a matter of 3 classes. Too much to retype so I'm just scanning it up and you can read it from the source. Excuse grammar and funky sentences as these were all written as quickly as my left hand could muster.

*The notebook I use is seriously one of the coolest notebooks as it came from Ex Libris Anonymous. The one I've used here is the Hop On Pop by Dr. Seuss. I've gotten so many notebooks from there and I have a nice little stash going. If you're nice, I might send you one. :)

Relient K - "Bite My Tongue"

Ramble Rumble

My two thoughts this weekend:

1. Nicole and I were at The Grove, and more specifically Sur La Table Saturday night browsing through cooking materials galore, and just being in awe of all the glorious products. I mentioned to her how at that moment I really wanted to find my dude and get married just so I would have a good excuse to buy two cart-loads of these wonderful things. And then I tossed in that I also wanted a kid for the themed plate and serving sets. I am a terrible person.

2. Say you're eating with friends/family at a restaurant that specializes and is known for their seafood, and I'll use the restaurant Providence in Los Angeles as an example. Why do people give you grief for ordering something from the menu that isn't their specialty item? "Oh, you're ordering steak? [Pause] From a place that is known for their seafood? Okaayy..." Which is then followed by the ubiquitous eye roll. My thinking on this is: if it's being offered on the menu, I can freaking order it. (Nicole didn't do this. It came to me randomly and I am in no way implicating her on this. Thank you.)

The Shins - Sea Legs

Dance, Monkey, Dance!

I'm not a dancer, anyone who knows me can attest to this truth. I've never really wanted to learn or be good at it either as I detest clubs, bars or whatever other hellhole the whole 20s age group choose as their hangout spot (I feel old just saying that).

But while watching my daily dose of VH1 Classics and more specifically an old Janet Jackson video, a thought came to me: Someone should put these dance moves into a choreography teaching DVD because I would so learn how to do these 80s video dances in a heartbeat. How great would it be if the situation arose where I was called out or challenged to a dance-off and I just busted out those moves? Pretty freaking great, I say.

UPDATE: The video(s) that started it all.

Chromeo - Fancy Footwork