Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Karma is a bitch


I spent the past weekend being totally lame in Vegas. I was attempting to celebrate my 30th birthday but instead crashed out before 11pm....both nights...in Vegas. This is the city of debauchery and never sleeping and I was like freaking Rip Van Winkle. Sigh. The only thing I managed to do was to make it over to Toby Keith's "I love this bar and grill"....that was seriously the ONLY. THING. I. MANAGED. TO. DO. IN. VEGAS. How lame am I?!!?

Well, lets just say forcing your friends to patronize an establishment built around the musical works of Toby Keith comes at a high price. I am sick as a fucking dog. My entire face is chapped. Sneezing. Coughing. Fever. And I blame Toby Keith. Karma is a bitch and dragging my friends to that hell hole so that I could buy a beadazzled TK tank and partake of some Texas beer cost me my good health.

I'm sorry dear friends....so very sorry.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Chris Dane Owens: Making the Video

Thank you Lord, for this kind of awesome.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Happy Monday!

New Robot Blog Up!

Friday, November 13, 2009

Doc Ellis & The LSD No-No

This is amazing. Doc Ellis told this story to NPR, which is the audio on the clip.


story via: USATODAY

There Are No Words For This Level Of Awesome

Yeeeeeaaaah!



Thanks to Jamie and Mike for introducing me to this wondrous video.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

This is the best Twitter ever!


New Cheryl Theme: SASQUATCH ON BROADWAY


CHERYL (the dance party that will ruin your life) presents: SASQUATCH ON BROADWAY

The Abominable Snowman, the Sasquatch, the Loch Ness monster, and the Chupacabra. In your grill. On the marquee. Yes, you saw the Yeti at the M&M's store in Times Square. Deal with it. MYTHICAL CREATURES IN THE PUBLIC ARENA.

Unicorns! Mermaids! Leprechauns! Abdominal migraines! Tina Yothers! Furgela Fursbury! Hair! Big Hoot! R. Kelly! Obama! MAGICK!

Join us at South Brooklyn's #1 cat- and sasquatch-themed Broadway disco bloodbath.

Saturday December 12, 2009 10:30pm-4:00am,

at LITTLEFIELD
622 DeGraw St. (between 3rd and 4th Ave), Brooklyn
R Train to Union St., or any train to Atlantic-Pacific


$5 cover

You're Welcome

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Swoon Alert: Jeff Lynne Edition


Meow, Mr. Lynne. Meow!!!

Is it the white mans afro? The silken blouses? Or is it the amazing Xanadu soundtrack? Not sure - but whatever spell that frizzy haired moppet has bewitched me with is really, really powerful.

Ooh wee, the chills I get when he harmonizes with himself on such classics as Mr. Blue Sky, Sweet Talking Woman, All Over The World and my personal favorite Turn to Stone. And I'm not exaggerating - this music gets me GOING! In fact I listened to an ELO mix cd for the entire second day of my drive from Texas to LA. The ENTIRE drive. Overkill? Sure. Awesome? Hells fucking yes.

Jeff Lynne at the peak of ELO's awesome explosion resembled a young Lindsay Buckingham, who is the cats meow in my book. I wouldn't mind spending some quality time with those two dapper dans. I'd help them pick their fro's if you know what I mean and I think you do. Wink. Wink.

Jeff went on to be even more awesome when he and some other cool cats formed The Traveling Willburys. Jeff makes my heart flutter and knees go weak - therefore he is the SWOON ALERT OF THE DAY!

Happy Tuesday!

E. L. Motherfuckin'. O

I couldn't love a band more. True. Story.

Monday, November 9, 2009

A Few Thoughts On Creed: Or a survivors story


When I went into the great Creed Challenge of 09', I knew the odds were stacked against me. I was basically facing off against Darth Vader & The Emperor & A heard of Wampas - sans the force/lightsber/yoda...basically I was walking into a death trap.

Amazingly enough, I survived.

Sure the songs were beyond painful to say the least. Each song sounded alike and made me want to punch myself in the face. The lyrics, if you took a second to dissect them, made me even more irritated. It sounded like Corky from Life Goes On was trying to be the next Alfred Lord Tennyson. Epic Fail.

I was surprised how quickly the greatest hits cd came & went. I'm pretty sure I slipped into a Stapp-induced coma 3-4 songs into the album - but regardless it wasn't as bad as I had expect. What was TERRRRRIBLE was the accompanying music video dvd. HOLY. SHIT. Watching the music videos took YEARS off my life. Watching the "Arms Wide Open" video was the equivalent of when Evil Prince Humperdink had Wesley hooked up to the machine and pushed it all the way up and it started draining life out of him. Seriously. My friend CeCe was forced to find a Magic Man (IE- Hobo w/ low grade meth) in order to revive me. I'm still not right and I'm pretty certain I could qualify for an AARP discount w now. Woof.

But the point is - I survived Creed-a-thon 09'...by the skin of my teeth.

Look at this video .... seriously look at it. W.T.F.?!?!! I'm a smart girl - I studied symbolism and shit in school and this ain't making any shit. Like ZERO.

Enjoy!

Boats! Multiple Scott Stapps! Tigers! School Bus w/ Candles on it! Airplanes!

NEW BLOG! NEW BLOG!

A friend and I have started a side venture - a blog dedicated to exposing why robots are 100% evil.

Its called:

ROBOTS ARE ASSHOLES

HOT DOG!!!

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Creed-a-thon 09' is about to begin.


At 5pm PST, I'll be checking off one of the boxes on my "about to turn 30" bucket-list....that box would be "listen to an entire Creed album in one sitting". I upped the ante and brought home Creed's Greatest Hits....which in and of itself is a misleading title. Maybe Creed's Douchiest Hits. Anyway, the point of this post is to let you know, I may not make it out of this challenge alive. This is some Thunderdome shit. I may talk a big game, but 90min of Scott Stapp crooning is enough to make me want to pay a hobo to rip off my ears.

If I don't make it out of this - tell my mom I loved her.

* Stay tuned for my video review of the greatest hits album