Sunday, November 30, 2008

How did I spend my Sunday?


Well I certainly wasn't productive and I did nothing to better myself or others...unless you count me watching the Lord Of The Rings trilogy followed by the X Men films back to back, productive. Yeah thats right - I watched a whole lotta dorky ass movies. In a row. All day long. Should I have been working on, oh I don't know, my radio show? Yeah, probably. But watching films about orcs, mutants and magical happenings seemed like more fun.

I'm pretty sure today's activities solidified my membership in the looser club.

Friday, November 28, 2008

I wanna nog your egg


Most amazing holiday song ever? Probably.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving, Jerkwads!

I hope everyone is having a very happy Thanksgiving and really embracing the spirit of the day by really thinking about what they are thankful for. I for one am thankful for my wonderful friends, my family, my smoking hot bod, my ability to brew meth undetected by federal agents, the morning after pill, the smooth tunes of Michael McDonald and the fact that people even read this stupid blog. So thanks a lot!


I just made a shit ton of candied yams and hope to be morbidly obese by 5 pm Pacific Standard Time. Wish me luck!!!

Seriously though, thank you for reading this stupid thing. It means a lot to this cold black heart of mine.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, TARDS!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Gingers of the Day/ Happy Wednesday

In honor of the rainy day that I am totally digging and the fact I needed to choose a Ginger of the day, The Judds are being honored in both categories. Not only does that dynamic mother/daughter duo share fiery red hair with sassy personalities to boot, but they also sing one of my all time fave country songs, "Rocking With The Rhythm of the Rain". Way to be double trouble Naomi and Wynonna!

Rocking With The Rhythm of The Rain

Half Day, Bitches!

Not only is it raining in LA (Hooray!!) but it is also a half day here at the sweatshop. Which means I get to do my favorite thing - drive up the PCH, blare some Loggins and possibly a little Paul Simon, and enjoy the rain and ocean.

I hope everyone is having an equally happy day before Thanksgiving.

xoxo-
Hobbit Girl

I Blame "The Box" ..... (thats what she said)

The summer of the "Willenium" which was better known to close friends and any student at UofO as the summer I spent wearing gray sweats shorts and watching Passions, was also the summer I was introduced to "The Box".

My housemate Jenny and I didn't have cable, only whatever the the rabbit ears could pick up, which was normally NBC (hence the Passions & Maury Povitch obsession I developed) and "The Box". If you aren't familiar with "The Box" it was some sort of station where people could pay to get the videos they wanted to see played. I am sure the record companies paid over and over again to get specific videos on the air. When you don't have much to choose from "The Box" was alright and gave you something to watch in between passions and more episodes of Maury where he sent the kids to boot camp. Side note, Maury ALWAYS sends people to boot camp. That's his MO.

Anyway, this particular summer all the five videos that seemed to be played over and over again were "Be With You" by Enrique Iglesias ,"The Real Slim Shady", "Discovery Channel" by the Bloodhound Gang and two gems from Brittney Spears " Oops I did it again" and "Lucky". I'm not going to lie, after viewing the Brittney videos seventy five times, I developed a love of them. A deep, deep love.

I'm choosing now to confess the Brittney love because I happened to catch a bit of her song, "Womanizer" on the radio the other day and I'll be damned if I didn't like it. In an instant her woman-child voice transported me back to 2000. Back to the house on 17th street, where Jenny and I chose to have no furniture in the living room save for the tv, a lawn chair and of course the necessity of all necessities - a treadmill. God, I love me some Brittney. Now I don't love all of her songs, but I do love "Womanizer". And "Slave For You". And "Lucky". And "Oops I did it again".

But if you think my love of shitty Brittney songs is pathetic - you won't believe how much I love Enrique Iglesias. If I ever have the guts to post about a fateful night with Enrique on repeat, get ready to have your mind blown. But that's a story for another day.

Until then I leave you with:

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Song Of The Night

"Reflex" by Duran Duran

I've seen Duran Duran three times in concert. I used to make ceramic cups and statues of Simon LeBon. I love Duran Duran. And this song is about totes bonin'.

BOO YAH!

If doesn't convince everyone I'm bizarre then I don't know what will

I got a portable cd walkman before most of my friends and I was totally excited. I vividly remember my mom taking me into Hastings, the local music/video store, in order to get some cds. I got to choose five cds, which was a pretty big deal since they were pricey - so I had to choose wisely. I needed cds that solidified myself as a badass since I was more technologically advanced than my friends - but I also needed cds that I loved and could listen to.

I poured over the cds - and that's back when they came in the long cardboard containers. I scoured the racks and came up with the five most phenomenal cds I could find. With this selection of cds I would be held in high esteem by my friends and would also be entertained for hours. What were the albums I chose?

The Simpsons Sing the Blues
George Michael "Listen Without Prejudice Volume 1"
The Party "The Party"
Whitney Houston "I'm Your Baby Tonight"
Carly Simon "Have You Seen Me Lately"

WTF?! Really? I mean Bartman was pretty rad and they said "damn" on the album so I guess that is ok. George Michael obviously rules and the song "Freedom" kicks serious ass. I still listen to it and it never fails to get me pumped up. Bonus? The video was amazing - all of the supermodels lip syncing to the song while his "Faith" era leather jacket went up in flames. The same leather jacket that he was wearing in the poster that DJ Tanner proudly had displayed on many seasons of Full House. And although that was not Whitney's finest hour, it was still pre-crack fiend Whitney and it and it had a few songs that rocked. The Party - look say what you will, but I fucking LOVED The Party. LOVED THEM. I wore that disc out!

What really bothers me is that I bought Carly Simon. Don't get me wrong I like Carly Simon. I've got many of her albums and listen to them on a regular basis. What bothers me is a) I was 9 years old and I am choosing a Carly Simon album and b) not just any Carly Simon album but the lamest of all, "Have You Seen Me Lately". I was obsessed with the song, "Better not tell her". Look, thats a decent song but it was meant to be listened to by ladies sipping on Bartles and James and watching 30 Something. Not to be enjoyed by a 9 year old hillbilly while she spritzs on the Navy perfume she convinced her mom to purchase for her. But I seriously loved that album. I remember my mom shaking her head when I handed it to her. She was trying to explain that it wasn't a greatest hits album - there would be no "You're So Vain", "Coming Around Again" or "You Belong To Me" on this album. I told her I knew that but it did have the jilted lover threatening to out her married ex anthem, "Better Not Tell Her". And what 9 year old can't relate to that ditty.

I wish I had outgrown the weirdness, but much like Herpes, its here to stay. The upside is that I still know all the lyrics to the Bartman Rap.


Girl Crushes: Bangles and Lauper

If I was in a girl band in the 80's and wanted to write a song for a boyfriend, well this probably wouldn't be the one I would write, but I still love it.


If I was dating someone in the mid-late 80's and had a thriving career as a singer and thought it might be romantic to write my long distance boyfriend that I liked to drive to in the middle of the night, break into his apartment and possibly date rape, a song, then this would be the one I would write.

Snack Cake Factory: Sweet Memories



When I moved back home after college it became very clear, very quickly that I needed a job and I needed one fast. Sure sitting in my room painting pictures of Simon LeBon while listening to Stevie Wonder's "Do I Do" on repeat while drinking your weight in Shiner Bock sounds like a good time - but take it from me the novelty wears off pretty quickly. Also my mom told me to "get a goddamn job, Morgan". So began my job hunting.

Now job hunting in my hometown is a little bit different than job hunting in your big city - especially if you are like me and had an ego. Said ego ruled out working in any type of customer service. I'd rather die than have to serve old classmates. Shallow and snotty? Hell yes. My Grandparents suggested Hallmark. But seeing I have a very strong opinion of Hallmark, that was ruled out immediately. My Grandparents suggested Wal Mart. This not only fell into customer service but also into the "I might as well go and blow my brains out now" category. So that was a no go. I decided to hit up the local staffing agency.

The head of the agency greeted me with, I kid you not, rocky mountain jeans and a hot pink tee-shirt reading "Bad Girls Love Cowboys". And every inch of fabric covering her had to have been spray painted on. But what really struck me was her hair - permed. Spiral permed. And in desperate need of some conditioning as it looked quite crisp. She lead me to a computer so that I could take some sort of placement test. I'm pretty sure I was hungover when I took the test and I still ended up scoring the highest out of anyone who had taken it before. I say this not to brag but to show the caliber of individuals I was up against for positions. She told me that due to my high placement she had the PERFECT job for me. A job that would utilize all of my intelligence. So she gave me a nondescript address out on the business loop.

I'm not sure what I expected, but this wasn't it. When I pulled up to the gate I really should have seen this coming a mile away - its just my luck. I had pulled up to the local snack cake factory. Sure I could have turned my car around, headed back to the house, cracked open a bottle of Crown Royal and watched "The Price is Right" - but this was not my first rodeo. Not by far.

The first thing that greeted you when you pulled through the gate was a sign reading "___ Days Without An Accident. ___ Days Until Free Sandwich Day". The blank area was for the amount of days that had gone by without injury. If they went 30 odd days without someone severing a hand or something, then the entire plant got free lunch. They took this VERY seriously. Then you got to pony up to the actual gate to get into the office. I was very bummed to learn that I wouldn't be getting to work on an actual production line. Making some pound cakes sounded like a kick in the pants. And it wasn't like I had a fear of hairnets. I had previously worked in a homeopathic pill factory where I donned a smock and hair net 90% of the day. Nope, just the plain old office for me. I was told that I would be going through personnel files and discerning what should be deemed confidential and what could remain in the main filing system. I'm a damn good collator but I had some issues with the position considering the woman at the staffing company said that it was a huge responsibility and would be utilizing all of my talents. Yeah. That is a real boost to the ole' ego. At the end of the first day I was presented with a pound cake as a welcome gift.

This place became hell faster than I had anticipated. The smell of cake batter that permeated everything in the office and wafted at least a 1/2 mile in any direction around the plant, which was so pleasant at first, had now become something that would trigger dry heaves without warning. Also, I found that being one of 12 people not forced to wear head to toe white jumpsuits that would be covered in flower and batter, made most of the plant resent you. They acted as if we walked around the plant with an air of superiority. If I walked into the break room, a hush would fall over the workers. They would sit there and stare at me until I left. I stopped going to the break room. Which was a bummer because I always wanted to take a photo of the mounds of free snack cakes that littered the tables. It was weird. And even weirder was the way the workers would plow into those things like they had never had a snack cake before. If there is anything positive that came out of my experiences there, it would be that I am forever ruined on any sort of snack cake or twinkie-esque product.

Another downside to the office was the presence of batter and flour. It was covering pretty much any document that was handed to me from the floor managers. These people would then try to run the documents through the printer, which would of course then jam when I tried to use it due to the batter that had gotten into its gears. And then you of course would smell more like cake. It was a vicious cycle that was made even worse by the secretary that sat next to the printer and who was in charge of office going ons as well as buzzing people in and out of the office. If you had to get past her no matter how much you didn't want to. And I really didn't want to.


Lets just go ahead and get this out there - I had been a classmate of this girl since elementary school. She was an extremely intelligent girl. However, she was also extremely "country". Living life like a shitty Big & Rich song impeded her social skills to the point that I would have rather eaten broken glass then interact with her. I know this sounds cruel, but you have no idea the torture this was. Gravely, booming voice screaming to you, "Hey, I was at the Subway and some bitch at the drive through got an attitude with me. I reached through the window and slapped that ho. No one gyps me on my meatball sub". All the heads would whip around and automatically assume I was in cahoots with her. Of course the second she started one of her stories - the copier would jam from a days worth of batter being run through. So I would have to sit there and pry out batter and flower and jammed papers as she continued regaling me with stories of her redneck lifestyle.

One of the better stories involved her coming home drunk from a bar and finding a possum in her house. She and her sister shooed it into the kitchen with a broom and eventually into the oven while screaming, "Git in tha oven. GIT IN THA OVEN MOTHERFUCKER". Once in the oven they decided they needed to kill it. So they turned on the oven and baked it alive. I wish I were making this up. I stood there - mouth gaping open, holding pudding covered health forms - for a good two minutes before I could respond. Of course I asked her all the questions you are probably thinking of now - like, "WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU JUST SHOO IT OUTSIDE?" or "WHY IN GODS NAME DIDN'T YOU CALL ANIMAL CONTROL" and "WHY DID YOU PUT IT IN THE OVEN IN THE FIRST PLACE" also "THAT'S THE CRUELEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD". Her response was that it seemed like a good idea at the time. The time being directly after they drank about a case and a half of beer each at the Elks Lodge. My main problem with that whole situation was the fact that the oven wasn't even preheated. Can you imagine how long it took for it to get hot enough to do some damage? It takes my oven about 30 minutes to reach optimum heat. Holy shit that must have been awful. So you can imagine why I stayed back in the little filing room most of the time.

Well, after about two months on the job, the impossible happened. They had made it 30 days without an injury and that meant free sandwich day. You could feel the excitement in the air. Everyone even embraced the unfortunate individuals that had to work on the "pan line" - which was the line that inevitably fucked up free sandwich day by getting themselves mauled by machinery every couple of days. My boss was adamant that I join everyone in the break room so I could partake in the celebration. I got there and it was the saddest thing I have ever seen. Herds of workers in creepy oompa loompa jumpsuits fawning over generic company made breads and meats. It wasn't even a good selection. I decided I would rather not eat anything but I would instead enjoy a coke. This was the wrong thing to do because the majority of the excitement in the cafeteria was regarding the coke machine. It was an automatic soda fountain that automatically stopped at a certain level. You paid 1.00 and it would fill it up to the top of the cup - no more - no less - EXCEPT on free sandwich day. Free sandwich day meant that they didn't make you pay for the soda and that meant you could go back for second or even third refills. People were going bat shit crazy over this. It scared me to death. I felt like I was in Solyent Green.

The only real perk to the job was that I got to read all of the confidential documents in the workers personnel files. Sweet Lord the amazingly horrid things I read in those cream filling covered folders. People getting reprimanded up to five times for sticking their hands in big troughs of bread dough and eating it & or slinging it. Fist fights where props were brought into play - pans, boxes of muffins, wads of dough, etc. It was a wealth of awesome. And I knew the majority of people I was reading about. If I didn't go to school at some point with the worker then it was a parent of one of my classmates. It was hard to look some of those kids I went to school with in the eye when I was recently back home for my reunion. I knew exactly what one dude did with some raisin bread dough and it wasn't eating it. You can only imagine. And yet I had read all about it in his folder.

When my tenure was over at the factory I can't say that I was sad to leave. I would of course miss hearing stories of animal cruelty and beating the shit out of subway employees, but I wouldn't miss much else. The upside was that I lost a ton of weight due to the nausea and hours of dry heaving that came from being surrounded by cake smells 24/7. And if I had to compare it to the other factory job that I had this would be ranked far behind it. Mainly because I got to wear a hairnet at the pill factory.

I really love to accessorize.

Happy Tuesday!

Monday, November 24, 2008

Happy Monday!

Twilight : Or How A Tween Romance Helped Me Fall Off The Wagon

Hold On Tight, Spider Monkey!!



I was really looking forward to seeing Twilight - I make no bones about it. I love me some tween vampire romance novels. What can I say? Maybe its the cougar in me. Maybe I just don't have the mental capacity to process books written for people with a fully functioning brain stem. Whatever the case may be - I was totally excited.

The books were the closest thing to a vacation I could muster up over the past couple of weeks. Sure instead of being transported to a tropical paradise I was instead taken to gloomy Western Washington. But that's ok, I'll save "How Stella Got Her Groove Back" for another day. The point being, I loved the books and I was super excited that the movie came out on my birthday.Look, I wasn't expecting Citizen Kane here. I was more worried it was going to be overly sappy or something. BOY WAS I WRONG.

You might need a little back story before I delve into the movie - it was my birthday and I had gone to visit some friends and we all were going go and see Twilight and in our minds we foresaw the evening going swimmingly!I mean, seriously awesome. Best birthday ever. Who doesn't want to see vampire movies with your close friends? Right! Well as we stood outside the theater, a friend of mine had some sort of premonition of what was in store for us. And thank God she did. The next thing I know I'm at a liquor store buying a 6 pack of Coors Lite and shoving them in any nook and cranny I could find in my purse. My friend was doing the same thing with Stella Longnecks. Classy? Indeed! Let me just say, that was by far the the smartest purchase I have made in years.

The movie started and within minutes all hell broke loose on the screen. It was so cheesy.It was like a Lifetime movie about vampires - only without any of the romance or high production values of a Lifetime movie. Seriously these are harlequin romances for tweens - and there was no lust. No heaving bosoms and wooing. No. You instead got some seriously bizarre vamps - who like to just stare at you. And not in like a sexy come hither way. More like "I might be mildly retarded & or a psychopath". Every time a vampire was on scream the audience erupted in fits of laughter. I mean like hysterics. We couldn't hold back.It was about the time when one of the vampires was standing up in an open topped jeep like some Hollister wearing douche face, that I cracked open the first beer.

The beers began getting sucked down at a rapid rate as they cut to any of the vampires. Pretty much every time a vampire was on screen there was laughter and the sound of five girls cracking open booze. And about the time the main vamp said to Bella, I shit you not, "Hold on Tight Spider Monkey" - I was about a second away from fashioning a beer bong. It was AWFUL. Oh Lord awful.

There is no greater disappointment than realizing that not only did the movie you wanted to see sucked some serious ass but that you had lost all sense of decorum and pride in the process of watching said movie. It hit me like a ton of bricks - oh sweet Lord we had become "those women". The ladies who are too old and drink too much and try to act younger than they are. I might as well have wearing something from Hot Topic and troweling for tail at the local High School. I'm going to end up like the ladies I saw in line at the Hall and Oates concert who smelled like Sutter Home Zinfandel. Goody!

Well, a least that's one obsession I can cross off the list. Thank goodness I still have Sci Fi to keep me company at night.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Happy Friday!

This Is It!


Today's the day - Twilight opens at the movies. Sure, I know that it is going to be a cheesefest. Sure I know the theater is going to be chocked full hot topic wearing teenagers who are sure to squeal when the hot vamp comes on. And sure I'm aware that I am way too old to be excited about this. But you know what? I DON'T CARE!

BOO YAH! Twilight!!

Kenny Chesney's Pukka Shell Necklaces: A Visual Journey

Per Eric Q's request - here is a repost of a Danger Zone classic:



How to Rock the Puka's: A Visual Journey with Kenny Chesney.


This is the HS glamor Puka Shot. He is lounging and working the chest hair. Casual, slighty precocious. And just the littlest peek of his masculine fur. Leave the ladies wanting more -thats his motto. I also assume this is from Halloween in the tropics. Orange tank, black stetson hat and some white puka shells? Ghoul-tastic!
Hells yes, the Caribbean Queen look. Notice how the shirt is unbuttoned just at junk level. That my friends is product placement if you get my drift. Also, the use of the white hat to compliment the puka shell necklace and the white sandy beaches really touches me. This must have been taken by Ansel Adams or something because it is so artistic and makes me feel one with nature.

It's the Wild Wild West meets The Rocking Rodeo. Once again Kenny is allowing us the slightest glimpse at his country and western junk. You can tell he is a rebel because he doesn't wear an undershirt - which is crazy. Then the hot Puka necklace. And you know he is a real man because out there on the ponderosa, with the sun beating down, I bet that those fucking shells really chafe your neck. This dude is a maniac.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Happy Thursday!!

My Dream Gift!

Oh man oh man oh man. You have less than 24 hours to pick this up for me and you had better move fast - I am betting that a gem like this doesn't last on the shelves for long.

I love pewter dragons with crystals in their claws.

My Trip To The Doctor: A Geriatric Paradise


I can't remember how I went about finding my current doctor, but I think I made a mistake. For the past four years every time I walk into his office it's like being on the set of Cocoon. Seriously. I'm always expecting Wilford Brimley to walk into the office to tell me all about his diabetes and for the Gute to run in and mistake me for the alien who is all pale and glowing and comes up out of the water. My point being, there are a shit ton of oldies in that office. And by a shit ton I mean that on every occasion I have gone to see this doctor I have been the youngest person in the office by decades. And it smells like my Great Grandma's house - a mix of powder and ointments.

I don't know why I didn't figure this out sooner - I am going to an elderly persons doctor - they just want my money too much so they won't tell me. Thats really freaking embarrassing you know. And all the elderly people sit there and judge me. I can see it in their cataract ridden eyes. You can't fool me with your knitting and sniffling - I can see the disapproval written all over their faces. Its like I am totally crashing the geriatric party. I tried to move my hands around a lot to show them how old and wrinkly they look. I thought maybe we could bond over them. But a lady just shot me a sideways glance and then flashed her liver spotted hand to one up me. Touche, blue hair. Touche.

I need to get a new doctor. The old people make fun of me. I can't win.

The Pina Colada Song: Or Lyrics That You Realize Are Really Fucked Up Once You Actually Listen To Them


Its no secret that I am a fan of some seriously mellow rock. The " Escape: The Pina Colada Song" is always a staple on any mellow mix I make. It is quite a catchy little number and has some jazzy keyboard work and a nice instrumental break in the middle. I dig the song, what can I say? But this morning, as I was getting ready and my ipod was playing some ridiculously mellow tunes to get this day started off on the right foot, I actually caught myself sitting there listening to the lyrics. And can I just say something? That is a seriously fucked up song.

No really - listen to it. One minute you're just sitting there tapping your feet to the smooth beats and putting in your contacts and the next thing you know your jaw drops open and you sit there scowling at your ipod. It's so easy just to get caught up in the fact that he likes pina coladas and getting caught in the rain. That he isn't into health food and that he has half a brain. Apparently he likes making love at midnight - on the dunes by the cape.

And who can argue with that, right? I'm down with a pina colada from time to time and although I think having sex on a sand dune sounds a bit perilous what with rouge grains of sand invading areas where you don't want grains of sand and the whole "getting arrested for lewd behavior" thing that could come with boning on a public beach, I can still support it. Who knows after a few pina coladas I might be down with no questions asked. But listen to the verses before and after the chorus...Listen. The guy is TOTALLY going to have an affair. Apparently he is tired of his "lady". And he even admits that it sounds "kinda mean".....REALLY? No! Why would that be construed as mean? The fact you look in the personal ads as she lays sleeping next to you? Hmm, I guess that could be considered a little mean. So thats fucked up enough - but more than that is the fact that once he goes to meet this mystery woman who in fact turns out to be the "lady" that he was so tired of - THEY BOTH JUST LAUGH. What the fuck?! You don't look at the other person and go, "You cock/bitch, you were going to CHEAT ON ME?!" Now I understand that maybe in their mind the fact that they were both going to cheat and ended up with one another could negate any sense of wrong doing...but really. Thats some messed up shit. I thought I've been in some weird relationships but that takes the cake. And even weirder is - how did they not know that the other one didn't share the same interests? They seem pretty into Pina Coladas considering the entire personal ad was about enjoying them - that never came up? Never?

I'll never listen to the song the same way again - now to me it is a song of lies and bizarre morals of the 70's. Its like when I realized Steely Dan wasn't referring to tequila and Colombian coffee in their hit "Hey 19". Sure it made more sense that they would be taking shots and snorting Colombian Cocaine...but still. Changed the whole tone of the song for me.

Rupert Holmes, you're a sick son of a bitch. And so's your "lady".

Saddest Song Ever? Its Up There.

I think it should be illegal to write songs like "Wildfire" by Michael Martin Murphy. Seriously, its terrible. Who thinks it would be a good idea to write a song about a pony that a girl loved getting caught in a snowstorm and the girl who dies looking for the pony? Its depressing. Both horse and girl die and the chorus is just this dude singing over and over that the girl was running screaming "Wildfire" and in his dreams she is going to ride up on the horse. But she can't in real life because she and the horse are DEAD. WHAT THE HELL? Gilbert O'Sullivan wrote a song about being a pathetic looser who was on the brink of suicide ("Alone Again. Naturally") that was more upbeat and happy than this tune.Way to write a downer of a song Michael Martin Murphy - you asshole.

Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down its stall
In a blizzard he was lost

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

My new boyfriend!!

I have two requirements in potential boyfriends:
1) They must be actual Boys
2) They need to be inappropriate.

This dude fills both of those criteria. I'm contacting him and foresee he and I totes being in love shortly.
Part 1:

Part 2:

Happy Wednesday, Jerkwads.


Website of the Afternoon: Passive-Aggressive Notes.com

This made my afternoon:

http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/

Bolo Ties

In case you wanted to get me something to go with the full length leather duster I've requested - I'm also looking into getting myself a nice Bolo Tie. I think a bolo tie could really compliment the duster - I would be very fashion forward. I've posted photos of two that I really enjoy.


I think the Duckie Bolo Tie could really be dressed up or dressed down. It could transition from work to a bar for a night cap with no problem - much like the Easy Spirit pumps I rock on a daily basis.


But if we are being honest, the Bolo tie I REALLY want is this little number - the mini pistol. Living out in LA can be tough - earthquakes, fires and thugs. Its like Armegeddon meets Boyz N The Hood 24/7 365. So with this snappy number I can be fashionable and also tell my rivals that I am packing heat. This one is the one I want for sure. I'll never end up like Trey if I wear a bolo-tie like this.

Eye Goo Makes My Dreams Come True! Woo-Hoo Ho Hoo!

My eye has taken to going all wonky once again. I've got a squint going on that makes me resemble a Pirate and coupled with my bad posture it looks as if I might break out into a sea shanty jig at any point. So basically I look ridiculously hot right now. In honor of my eye looking so awesome I've decided to dedicate a song to my eye on the request lines. What can I say, it's just a Hall & Oates type of afternoon.

Awesomeness of the Morning

I believe I've already posted about this website before - but its worth it to post again.

Last minute gift idea

I know my birthday is getting close so I thought I would give all you last minute shoppers an idea for a gift that I really, really want and need....a floor-length leather duster. I can't believe I've made it this long in LA without one! And make sure it comes complete with this dude who is modeling it. Meow!

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Reminder: Thursday Nov. 20th Shanks and Thanks - Cheryl's Thanksgiving Bash


Sexy Duo of the Late Afternoon


Gunner and Matthew Nelson!!! BOO YAH!

Why would you get rid of THIS?!


Seriously - look how he is kissing Doc?! ITS AMAZING. He is almost swallowing her face. He is like a freaking Dementor and is sucking the soul out of Marlena. It is pretty much the sexiest most romantic kiss I've ever seen.

SWOON!!!!



Big thanks to Darcy for the photo!

You need a little pick me up, do ya? Well here you go:

Nu Shooz "I can't wait"

True story - back in the 80's my sorority hired Nu Shooz to play a frat party. God I was born in the wrong decade. That would have been awesome.

Happy Tuesday

Okie-Dokie Dr Jones!


I was looking for some good pics of Short Round and I stumbled across the most genius thing:

How did I ever miss this?

http://www.spike.com/blog/short-round-alone/65048

Only 3 Days!


Newsflash! I'm pathetic. I'm verging ever closer to 30 and I've got an obsession with mellow rock, science fiction and now teenybopper vampire books! Awesome. I can literally hear the tumbleweeds rolling through my womb. I'm so going to be a crazy cat lady - only I'll be a cat lady who listens to Kenny Loggins and watches back episodes of "Quantum Leap" on mute as she sobs. My future is so bright I've got to wear shades.

Anyway, what am I looking to on Friday? Other than getting another year older it is also the opening day of "Twilight"....you had better believe we are going to see it, too. And I'll tell you what, if any of those teenage girls try to obscure my view of my future husband/cougar prey Robert "Edward Cullen" Pattinson, I will go seriously crazy on their asses. For reals. No one stands between me and my weird obsessions. Not even some Hot Topic wearing high school skank. I maybe almost 30 but I'm not afraid to rumble.

And if I am being honest, I might have purchased the Twilight soundtrack as well. So there's that.

Take Them Instead!

He calls her "Fancy Face"....need I say more?


Doc and John?! Say it ain't so!!!


Look, I'm not going to lie - I love soap operas - or as I call them, my "stories". And over the past decade the ratings of the Soaps have been slipping and due to that the shows have taken fairly drastic measures to bump up ratings and reduce costs. Days of Our Lives a few years back basically killed anyone over the age of 35 on the show only to have the fans throw a shit fit and then voila! It actually turns out that they (or most of them) were alive on an Island the whole time. It was a big relief to me to say the least. But now I get word via Soap Opera Digest Online (do not judge me for visiting the site regularly) tells me they gave the axe to the shows two biggest stars - Marlena and John Black.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

First half of Southern California burns down and now this?! Seriously. I can't take this kind of bad news. I got up this morning and read a study that shows men are attracted to ladies with nice hands - can you imagine the blow that was to me? I've got the hands of an 98 year old elfin' cotton picker - my hands are in no way dainty or sexy. So I'm totally fucked. And now I have to hear that Doc and John are gone from Days?!! WHY! WHY! WHY! Khan!!!!!!

Why can't the Days Gods take Fancy Face and Bo? They totally suck and all Fancy Face is good for is whining - even when she doubled as Princess Gina and had that skunk streak in her hair she sucked. Bo looks like a member of the country band Alabama and rides a motorcycle - enough said. Take them, just don't take Doc and John. Who is Stefano going to torture in his underground dungeon? Who is going to take over wearing the tight fitting tees and arching his eyebrows when John is gone?

It's only 8:30 in the morning. I really can't handle this right now.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Tune of the evening: Elton John and Kiki Dee's "Don't go Breaking My Heart"

Happy Monday!

Just the website I needed!

Thank you, Allison!
http://pics.yemii.com/swedish-dance-bands.html

I've been practicing

So, for my birthday I've decided to just really lay it all out there and have a karaoke get together. I figure seeing as I am approaching the twilight of my life, I might as well go out with a bang, right?

Here is the thing, I take my choice of songs very seriously. And it isn't because I can sing. It's because I like the showmanship of it all. I'm not the girl who is going to sing you're stereotypical girl song like "I Will Survive" or any of that bullshit. I'm not going to sing "I love Rock N' Roll". No. That's not how I roll. I choose to sing things like Metallica and Cher. but for this special occasion I've been working on some duets so that I can involve my friends in the debauchery. I mastered the James Ingram part of "Ya Mo Be There" and the Aretha part of "I Knew You Were Waiting". After driving in my car for about two hours on Saturday I mastered another gem. By the way, I had to drive in a circle since we are surrounded by fires and it hindered me going too far North, West or South. I can only imagine what the folks at the Carson Starbucks thought of me as I used the turnaround in front of their establishment every 30 minutes. Anyway, this song required me to sing my little elfin' heart out. I hit notes that aren't meant to be hit by people unless their last name is Loggins. Yes - I'm ready to duet on "Whenever I Call You Friend"...BOO YAH!

Now the issue is finding someone to actually sing the songs with me. I have a vision of me sitting alone on the stage, gulping down a long island iced tea, sobbing into the mic and singing the Peter Cetera AND Amy Grant parts in "Next Time I Fall".....God that would be pathetic.

Me!


I've decided to finally show an actual picture of myself on this site.I hope it doesn't let anyone down. LOL!!! I'm also posting a link to my "proper" website where you can learn all about me!

http://morgancline.com/

Um...



found via Best Week Ever.

No really, I don't think God likes Southern California


I wrote about God trying out new ways to smote us all last year when the San Diego fires were breaking out....and once again God's burning this mother down! Look, I don't blame him - this place is a shit hole. Really. If I needed to unleash some wrath I'd probably hit up SoCal as well - but I'm starting to think that I need to move. If the whole place isn't on fire then there are mudslides. And when that gets old, we have earthquakes. And as I sit under a skylight and look up at the bizarre glass overhang that dangles over my desk, I'm struck with one thought - I don't want to die. I haven't even met Kenny Loggins yet!

No seriously, although this shouldn't be something to just figure out now, I now realize I don't want to die. I want to LIVE! And as obsessed as I am with my own funeral, I have no desire to go out in the blaze of glory all Young Guns II style in some sort of So Cal Apocalypse. Take me out in a different way - just not with the rest of the chuckleheads down here. I need to move. Or at least invest in some sort of survival pack.

Birthday Wishlist


An Eric Estrada Black Velvet Painting. Holy crap, it's like heaven threw up on some velvet!

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Happy Sunday Evening

Cornnuts!!!

Gingernap of the Week


Courtney Gaines in "The Burbs" playing the young Klopeck!!!

True story, I went on a date with a dude back in Dallas who looked like a Klopeck - for reals. And I might have had too many drinks and accidentally said to him as he got up to go to the bathroom, "Where do you think you're going, Pinocchio" in my best Bruce Dern voice. Had he not been familiar with the film I might have been ok. But, I got the sense that not only had he seen the film but there was strong possibility that I was not the first to call him a Klopeck.

And that's why I'll be seeing you all in hell.

Sunday's Soundtrack: Astral Weeks

Van Morrison's Astral Weeks album is to me almost as perfect an album as you can find. He recently played the Hollywood bowl and I was so upset that I wasn't able to make it to the show. If you haven't listened to the album, you should download it now - won't regret it. The album is a mix of different tones and one of the few, much like Paul Simon's Graceland, that I can listen to all the way through and enjoy every song that comes on. There are upbeat songs and then ridiculously sweet and loving songs like "Sweet Thing". My personal favorite song from Astral Weeks is Ballerina. The song gives me chills - just one of those ones that connects to you for some reason. I'm posting a clip of Van Morrison performing it recently - I prefer the album version, but its still good.

Random Website

I was looking up pictures of LeVar Burton (don't ask) and stumbled across this website:

http://celebrityheadsonanimalbodies.blogspot.com/2008/04/levar-burtons-head-on-body-of-prairie.html
Happy Sunday.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Sexy Panther of the Evening: The Andy Kim Edition


Ooooooh, Andy Kim!!! You can rock me gently anytime, if you know what I mean and I think you do....you know, like bone me and stuff.

Here is Andy singing my personal favorite song of his:

The "Hey, Girl. Hey" Show

I've got a face for radio - and as some of you know I'm going to finally cash in on that.

I'm taking to the radio waves with an online talk radio show. What the hell makes me think I can pull this off? Nothing - I'm pretty sure this is going to be a train wreck of epic proportions. All the more reason to tune in, right?

So with that said, I'm going to need your help. If you have any topics you would like discussed, movies you want me to review, questions you want answered, futures you would like me to predict, then send me an email. I'll be checking it and I promise to answer any and all questions you throw my way.

Email questions or topic ideas to:

heygirlheyradio@gmail.com

This is Serious - My Cold Heart is Melting

OMG! Sweet Lord is this the cutest thing you have ever seen or what? I guess buried deep in my hobbity heart is a place that houses a special love for baby ducklings with speech impediments!!!

Set adrift with the timeless pleasures of Tubluar Bells

Oh man did this commercial used to drive me nuts. I've got this issue with memorizing music compilation commercials - it's a gift, really. I can't help myself - if the announcer starts naming off music, something inside me starts memorizing. If you want me to sing in order "Sounds of the 70's" from Time Life, all you gotta do is ask. Just be ready for the "Rock Me Gently" to "Night Chicago Died" transition. It always blew me away.

Of all the compilations though,Pure Moods was the ones that REALLY drove me nuts. There was something oddly creepy about the commercial to me. It reminded me of Fantasia in the Neverending Story. I always expected someone to come on between Enya and the X-Files songs and frantically whisper, "Bastian! Bastian!" while wearing a necklace on her head. The whole thing weirded me out. Nothing weirded me out more than the announcers voice when he said,"Set adrift with the timeless pleasures of tubular bells".

What the hell does that even mean? Timeless pleasures? I get no pleasure from tubluar bells. He's telling lies! What? You expect me to believe that since the beginning of time the tubular bells have been a pleasure to all? Like in the Garden of Eden when Eve and Adam needed to unwind they would listen to some tubluar bells? Eve's all like, "I bet these tubular bells will be a timeless classic". Yeah, I don't think so.

Anyway, look what I found on youtube. Now I've got this commercial stuck in my head once again.Goody.

It's a Markie Post Kinda Friday!

Markie Post has the sassiest name this side of the Mississippi!!! I'm really jealous. I also wish my hair could spike up like that. She's a human hedgehog. A hot hedgehog.



Disgusting Country Song of The Day

This honor falls on that lovable loser, Trace Adkins. Now, I've got some respect for Trace, he lost his pinkie and then had it reattached. His wife also shot him in the heart and lungs during an argument. That is one badass dude. He is like the 50 Cent of country music. With that said, no amount of awe I have over his reliance to injury can make me overlook the atrocity that is "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk".

Read these lyrics and judge for yourself - just be sure to have some sort of receptacle handy in case you need to barf.

Now Honey, you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her
For workin' that money-maker
Band shuts down at two
But we're hangin' out till three
We hate to see her go
But love to watch her leave
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how'd she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)


I really am in just shock and awe. Every time I hear the song the chunks well up in my throat and I am once again confused as to how anyone thought that song was a good idea. And to think there are some chicks out there who would find Trace's lyrics and overall attitude a turn on. Now that I think about it, his wife was justified in shooting him. I mean, maybe she was like the mom in Carrie and knew that the husband was an agent of evil? Maybe she was trying to spare the future the hell that would be Trace's music. Unfortunately like Rosemary's Baby, he survived....

And now look what he hath wrought!!!!

Hobbits Movie Picks For The Weekend


Want to spend the weekend vegging and watching movies? I bet you do, you losers! HA! Not me, I'm a social butterfly with many, many awesome things on my agenda. You know the usual Hollywood stuff - hitting up all the hippest clubs, snorting coke off of the bare asses of male models, being swarmed by paparazzi, and boning DiCaprio. But, if you aren't as fortunate to lead the life I do and would like some help figuring out what films you should watch over the weekend, let the Hobbit do the choosing for you.

Movie Theme for the Weekend?

COREY FELDMAN!!!

Laugh if you will, but the Feldster has been in many, many awesome movies. He is the supporting actor in some of the finest films the world has ever seen. So, grab your blockbuster card and jot down these titles so that you too can experience the wonder that is the Feldman.

GREMLINS:

Whats the draw to this film? The lead character Billy is totes hot - and for the dudes out there Phoebe Cates is a fox. Then we have Gizmo....oh my GOD is that little furball cute! And the other gremlins have charms as well - I like the bar scene when they get all drunk and rowdy. Its like a George Thorogood video but with gremlins instead of people. Did that make sense? Fuck it, I haven't had coffee yet. Oh yeah, and Feldman is in it as the kid next door.

LICENSE TO DRIVE
This is obviously a Corey Haim vehicle (pun intended), but since its a Feldman weekend, you get two Corey's for the price of one. Yuck it up as hilarity ensues when Haim and Feldman have to team up as they take Haim's grandpas Cadillac out for a joy ride with the unconscious Mercedes Lane. It's a real laugh riot...actually, it will sort of make you sad because it doesn't, under any circumstances, hold up over time. But fuck it, its the Coreys. Crack open a bottle of schnapps and you won't even notice.

GOONIES
Possibly Feldman's greatest work ever. His character "Mouth", aside from reminding me a lot of myself(IE - never shutting the fuck up and being awkward looking) is funny and consistent. His translation to the cleaning woman never fails to make me laugh. Hell, you even feel sorry for him when he has to kiss Plimpton. No offense Martha! Ahh, Goonies. This is a good one.

THE BURBS
I.FREAKING.LOVE.THIS.MOVIE. One of Hanks more underrated films and I think one of the funniest. The cast is awesome - the creepy guy from Laugh In, Carrie Fisher, Bruce Dern and of course Feldman. Who can forget the classic line Bruce Dern utters to the Klopeck boy, "Where do you think you're going, Pinocchio?"....COMEDY GOLD!Sure its no money pit, but it is funny. And the end scene alone, after Hanks gets blown to bits in the house and stumbles out and puts himself on the gurney, is well worth the watch.

And last but certainly not least...my favorite Feldman film, ever:

THE LOST BOYS!

Everyone knows my love of The Lost Boys. It includes many of my favorite things. Those of course being: Vampires, The Corey's, Keifer Suterland, Greased up Saxophone Players and Jason Patrick. Watch it, know it, love it.

So, stock up on the schnapps and get ready for a Feldman fuled weekend. I'll be too busy getting porked by Don Draper of Mad Men to partake in your film watching, but I'll be thinking of you.

May the Feldman be with you.

Happy Friday, Munchkins!

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Creepy Video of the Afternoon

I VIVIDLY remember this video from my youth - and it scared the shit out of me. Whoever came up with a surreal political acid trip complete with perspiring Ronald Regan is a man I would prefer not to ever meet. This video pretty much encapsulated all of my fears into a few minutes. If they had just added a tornado destroying something it would have been complete.

First off, I am highly paranoid about nuclear war and war in general. Secondly, those puppets are like, two steps away from being Robots - and that ain't cool. The Phil Collins one is particularly scary.

But, as true love sometimes does to you, I've overlooked how scary the video is and let this song burrow into my blackened heart. I let it in because I love Genesis. And I really love this song. And those two factors combined made me realize that if being scared of my true love Genesis is wrong...then I don't want to be right.

Gingernap of the Week


This weeks gingersnap is Steve Winwood. His hair isn't exactly Carrot Top red, but it has enough strawberry in it to qualify.

Most people remember Steve for his song "Higher Love". I prefer the song "Valarie" to "Higher Love", much to the dismay of my friend Squidy. The Squid once said that if she ever heard Winwood's "Higher Love" directly followed by "King of Wishful Thinking" her life would be complete and her head might explode. To Squid that would be the perfect music block. And thats the exact reason I love Squid. I mean in a platonic way, not in a "No on Prop 8" sort of way.

Please help me celebrate the gingersnap that is Steve, with Valarie.

You know what isn't funny?

Acting out the Kennedy assassination in front of the grassy knoll. Don't ask me how I know. I just do.

Sometimes being irreverent is funny. Sometimes being irreverent gets you called bad names and some serious yelling from your mother.

And now you know, and knowing is half the battle....GO JOE!

Hold Music

For the love of God - what the hell is up with the hold music establishments choose to torture us with? It isn't the soothing Muzak of the days of yore. No more can you hear "Rhythm of the Night" being softly played on a keyboard.

No, instead, I was treated to five minutes worth of Celtic fiddling. And don't think I don't like me some Celtic music - because I do. I like it a lot in fact. I went through a Celtic Mysticism phase that I'm not sure I ever fully recovered from. With that being said, it's 12 in the afternoon, I've got a boss on my back trying to track down some books and the fuckers at Barnes and Noble decide to put me on hold for five minutes with some sort of frantic fiddling. Its like instead of the Devil going down to Georgia, he instead chose to go to Northern Ireland and duke it out with the IRA - no guns, just fiddles. I think my head is melting.

And to top it off, I have to call a car service after this and book a ride. The awesome thing about this place is that they ONLY play Sade for hold music. And no, not like Sade's greatest hits. They play ONE Sade song. One. On repeat. And it's been that way for three years. I'm not exaggerating. Over and over I get to here, "Feels like. You're Mine. I'm Yours. So Fine. In paradise".....every time I book a car.

But, if I had to choose, I would much rather hear that Caribbean songstress croon "Paradise" over and over rather than the Celtic version of dueling banjos.

Fucking hell, I hate being on hold.

I Miss Him Already


Oh, Tucker. I thought I had lost touch with you forever. And then there you were - speaking to me through my television set.

Tucker,I knew you back in the days of yore. The days when I spent the majority of my time drinking "Oatmeal Cookie" shots at Taylors and avoiding class. The days when making an ass of yourself was overlooked.

The joy of your return was short lived. Apparently the days of people over looking you making an ass of yourself are far behind you. Far. Far behind. Back in the same place that houses the majority of my pride. Such a shame. I was just getting used to having you back in my life. Of course it was sans togas and beer bongs. But it was nice to have you back all the same. Hopefully we will see you again in 2012. I just hope by then you ditch the douchey hair.

xoxo-
Texas

Happy Thursday



The Lord loves long haul truckers. Fact.

Next stop on the Doodletrain? BAKER STREET!


It's been a doozie of a day so far. I'm tired, the latte isn't hitting the spot and that has me wishing for some of those Jesse Spanno pep pills. But you know what tends to pep me up better any sort of encapsulated stimulant? SAXOPHONE. And you know you can deliver the goods better than anyone? Gerry Rafferty, that's who!

Some of you might not be aware of how much I love the song, "BAKER STREET". I'll post a little video to show you how much. A video from a cruise I threw. A smooth cruise to be exact. And what does every mellow rocking, pina colada drinkin', smooth cruise need? A saxophone player. Live. So we rented a saxophone and our friend serenaded us with Baker street.

I challenge you to listen to that orgasmic saxophone cry and not loose your mind.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Chromeo, Chromeo, Where Forth Art Thou

Oh here you are, you lil' minx! I didn't see you there - ROCKING MY FREAKING SOCKS OFF!!!!!

Dapper Dan!!!

I got a dancing hamster like this one for a friend of mine back in college. He freaked me OUT!!!! Seriously freaked me out - he came on one time in the middle of the night unprompted.WTF?! I can't believe a video exists of this evil, evil creature!

Arbuckle Wilderness

Ok, so in central Oklahoma there is a place called "Arbuckle Wilderness" - and I used to be obsessed with it. I was obsessed mainly because of the commercials they played on our local radio station. I think the jingle went:"Come feed the animals at Arbuckle Wilderness.The Wilderness is waiting fer' yoooooooooooou".It was really twangy and catchy and it made me really, really want to take a trip to Arbuckle Wilderness. One spring break my mom finally caved and decided to take us to the famed wildlife refuge.

Looking back, that place was pretty much the most sad sack establishments I have ever seen, save for "The Enchanted Forrest" outside of Albany, Oregon. I mean, shit, if I was a freaking animal I would have rather been poached than end up in that hell. But, being a kid, I FUCKING loved the joint.

So you basically got in your car. Got a bucket of feed. And then you let the animals wander up to your card and eat the little buckets of food through your unrolled window. I know, exciting! Never failed that one of the ostriches or camels would freak out and start charging your car - but to me it added to the whole experience. It was like I was on safari...in central Oklahoma...at a white trash wildlife refuge/ fun park.

After your 1/2 mile drive where really unremarkable animals walked up to your car, it was off to the gift shop. The only highlight of the gift shop was the pet chimp that the owners had. They dressed it up in little outfits - like a little wild west gunslinger. They put more thought into the freaking chimps clothes than they did to the entire park. To their credit the chimp did look pretty dapper.

After the theme park, you could go to a go kart trek that was about the size of an inflatable swimming pool. I preferred it that way since I was terrified of go karts. Still am actually. I hate having the engine right at your back. Its a firetrap waiting to happen. And then after all of that excitement, my mom would peel out and drive us the two hours back home. I'd hum the theme song all the way back to Paris. I know she loved that.

It's places like Arbuckle Wilderness that make me NEVER want to procreate. I can see now what a depressing shit hole that was. What my mother must have thought when she saw my glee over being driven into a hillbillies idea of an African safari, I'll never know. I hazard to guess she saw my future flash before her eyes - me, barefoot and pregnant, standing outside a trailer. Swigging on a bottle of Boones and smoking a Kool while my husband was busy polishing his shotgun. I bet it put the fear of God in her!

Seeing where I actually ended up in my life, I wonder if my mother wouldn't rather me have ended up living life as a hillbilly? Maybe as the game warden at the Arbuckle Wilderness? It sure would have saved her a lot of money. Boones and Kool cigarettes are a shit load cheaper than film school.

I'm posting a video taken by some douches at Arbuckle Wilderness. The chuckleheads making this film are almost worse than the park....almost. Proof positive that Oklahoma sort of blows.

Have Mercy, what a morning!

And you know what the cure for a crazy morning is, right?

JESSE AND THE RIPPERS!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

It's A Kenny Kind Of Day

I stumbled across prime time Kenny Loggins videos and I could have sworn I got a case of the vapors. The depth and scope of my love for Loggins isn't natural. It's like it was imprinted in me from birth....a love that will blossom over time. And maybe the time is now. Kenny is single now. Maybe as Kenny himself THIS IS IT! So I'll heed his words and "keep the fire burning" for him....in my loins. A ZING.

Death Mix

When I die, those who love me have been given VERY strict instructions as to what songs shall be played at my funeral. If you knew my extended family's taste you would worry as well. Especially since they don't really get me or my sense of humor at all. When I told my grandparents I wanted to go to LA to get into the film industry they literally looked at me like I had said that I was going to magician school. They also think I'm gay. But that's a different story.

So, with all that confusion over who I am, you can imagine my worry as to what would be played in tribute to me. To remedy this concern, I came up with a "Death Mix". Sure it sounds morbid, but it beats the hell out of me rolling over in my grave as my family plays "Because You Loved Me" by Celine Dion or something. I've got some real doozies on the list - doozies that just scream ME! But there are some sentimental favorites on there as well.

Mr Loggins is making an appearance. Here is his tribute number:

Disturbing Song Title of the Day: "Can I Touch You There"

Baby, show me what you feel
Come to me, show me somethin' real
I need to know, I need you completely
(closer, baby, closer) Come on closer, baby (let's begin)
Love is takin' over, gotta let it in
Ooh and I need to feel the heart of you
I need to reach the very deepest part of you


I know Mr Bolton is actually referring to "touching her heart" - but his title sounds more like a Keith Sweat song than a Bolton song...which is sort of a turn on. Ooooh! What if Bolton and Sweat did a duet?! Or a mash-up!!! Anyway, the point is some of the lyrics could be QUITE scandalous if he wasn't in fact wanting to touch her heart but instead her,I dunno,Hot Pocket or Tender Vittles. Holy smokes that would be INSANE! I still like the song, I just feel sort of skeezie when I listen to it.


If anyone out there can provide me with a Twisted/Can I touch You There mash-up, I'll marry you!

Newsies: Or How I almost Broke my Body and Lost my Pride in one Leap

Newsies is a film that girls of a certain age love. Me being one of them. Look, this isn't Rogers and Hammerstein here - its a movie about a newsboys strike. But most importantly, its a movie with catchy songs and hot dudes. Don't believe me? Christian "Motherfucking Batman" Bale stars in it. Yeah, so there is that.

I love, love, loved this movie. Like a lot. I know all the words to all the songs. I memorized the dance moves. And I know the dialogue verbatim. While other girls were out making their first attempts at flirting with boys and going to dances, I was practicing my dialogue in the bathroom mirror, pretending I was the love interest of Christian Bale. Pathetic? Most certainly.

I can vividly remember the Saturday afternoon when I almost killed myself. It was a perfect Texas autumn day - crisp and sunny. My mother at some point that morning had cleaned and waxed our wood floors. While my mom was out running an errand, I decided it was time to get my Newsies fix. It was like a musical drug and I couldn't get enough. I went into the living room and popped in the VHS of Newsies. I may have been pathetic, but I also knew that having my Mom watch me prance around reciting lines and pretending to be in a movie would have been humiliating.

My first mistake was the fact I wasn't wearing shoes - only socks. My second mistake was being such an idiot. So the opening song, "Carrying the Banner" comes on. I make it through the first couple of verses and even through the pause in the song without dancing. And that's saying something because I really loved the dancing.I held back, letting the film soak in.

What I didn't make it through was the reprise. Something about the swell in the music just got me going. As did how cute Christian Bale was when he was doing his half assed dancing. Well, I sort of ran and leap into the air prepared to kick my leg out and spin and although the spin went pretty well and the amount air I got on the leap was impressive - it was the landing that sucked balls.

I had forgotten of course about the fresh wax on the floor and with me wearing socks, you can see where this is headed. My foot touched down and I ate shit. But not just fell to one side - my body was still contorted from the jump. I looked like someone who had been thrown off a building. And it hurt SO bad. You know when you've gotten hurt before and you just want to lay there and cry? That's exactly what I did. And thats about the same time my Mom found me. Body splayed against the floor. Crying. With "Carrying the Banner" blaring from the TV. My mom, instead of being worried that I was seriously injured, laughed. And walked out of the room.

I still love this freaking song. It makes me want to dance every time I hear it. Just not on wood floors while wearing socks. I did learn that lesson.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Sexy Beast of the Evening


Bo Pilgrim of Pilgrims Pride Chicken - which is a staple in East Texas.

Flashdance + Star Wars + Action Figure = AWESOME



This literally made my day. And that's saying something.

Slow Jam of the Afternoon

"One More Night" by Phil Collins

This was from the "Farewell Tour", which I attended in Dallas and it freaking blew my mind. God it was glorious. And this is a sexy song.

I Need Your Input

Folks, I wasn't joking on this whole "radio show" thing. Those bastards will let anyone buy some time and this bastard went and got herself a slot. I need input, ASAP!

Post your ideas for Topics! Movies I should review! Things you would like to hear me discuss! Questions you need answered!

COMMENTS APPRECIATED!!!!

My Mind Is Blown.

If you were a hot dog, would you eat yourself?


i would.

Happy Monday!

Forgotten Favorite from 87'

Today's forgotten favorite comes to us from the year 1987. Back in 87 I was rocking some seriously huge glasses and rocking out to this track from "The Breakfast Club".

I think this song still holds up almost 20 years later.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

If you are in NYC - New Cheryl Event!!!!!





Pump Up The Volume


I've decided to channel my inner "Hard Harry" and take to the radio waves - only I don't plan on hijacking airtime and having the FCC chasing me through Arizona suburbs. No, I'm going to do it up right and legal. So what I need is some help deciding some direction for my 50 minute show.

HELP:
1) Topics I will cover on the show? Should it be a mishmash of things like the blog or should I hone in on a specific genre?

2) What should I name my show?

Please post any ideas in the comment section!

XOXO-
Hobbit Girl

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Things that scare me : The Lawrence Welk Show


Look, its been a while since I've had television, but I am appalled at the things that they are allowing to be broadcast! The children - its like Whitney sang, they're the future and we are NOT teaching them well so that they can lead the way if we are allowing horrible things like I just witnessed to be shown on a television. What is this terrible show you might ask?

THE LAWRENCE WELK SHOW

What the FUCK is that about?! No really? Are we really allowing such terrifying shows to air at 7pm when anyone can watch? It is so scary yet so mesmerizing - I couldn't look away but I wanted to so badly. Much like the scene in Menace to Society, when they shoot the convenience store clerk in the head and you see a little bit of brain shoot out. Its like that - but worse.

Now, I looked up who and what this minion of the Devil Lawrence Welk is all about. Apparently he had a variety show from the 60's-early 80's, and now he can torture modern audiences, thanks to reruns. These new generations do not deserve this kind of evil.

I seriously called my mom it freaked me out so bad. And that's saying something because I had just been watching the Omen.

Petition the cable companies and get this smut off the airwaves. I have to go and take a Valium now so that I can calm down.

Are you ready to ROCK?!

Fire Woman by The Cult

Sweet Lord, how this song gets me going!!! Happy Saturday Morning!

Funniest Article I've Ever Read

This was from The Onion last year and I'll be damned if it doesn't make me cry from laughter every time I read it. To me, it is one of the funniest things I have ever read. Ever. True story.


30 Miserable Lives Lost In Greyhound Bus Crash

December 5, 2007 | Issue 43•49

ALBANY, NY—In one of the most merciful disasters in recent years, a Greyhound bus traveling from Rochester to Albany, NY skidded into a ditch Tuesday, killing a dozen deadbeat fathers and penniless addicts, and putting nearly 20 more hapless bastards out of their misery.
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Four of the degenerate sacks of shit who perished in the accident.

According to Greyhound officials, the fatal crash occurred less than an hour after passengers gathered their pathetic belongings and dragged what little hope they had left onto the despair-soaked bus. Emergency crews called to the scene described the remains of the victims as "slightly more lifeless than they were before the accident."

"This is by far the saddest thing I've ever witnessed," said head rescue worker Charles Rabnett, referring to the sea of fast-food wrappers, losing lottery tickets, and scorched corpses that littered the crash site. "We've done our best to contact family members and loved ones, but so far we've only been able to reach four parole officers and 10 AA sponsors."

Added Rabnett: "Dear God, what a terrible waste of my time."

While officials are still not sure what happened aboard the Albany-bound bus, a number of theories have been posited, including icy roads, low visibility due to fog, and the likelihood that the driver, Ron Jenkins, fell asleep at the wheel after spending a restless night consumed by his failures as a husband.

Police investigators also suspect that the cause of the accident may have been as simple as "these luckless bastards getting shit on by the world one last time."
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Rescue workers were visibly sickened by the number of hamburger wrappers and soda bottles strewn about the bus.

"Dental records have helped identify only two-thirds of the casualties, as the remaining 10 passengers were discovered to have none of their original teeth left," Albany police chief Henry Goodwin said. "Among those, one is believed to have been a recently disowned teenage mother, the other an elderly widow forced to pawn her favorite necklace in order to purchase a bus ticket, and what appears to be the hollow shells of several middle-aged men."

No survivors were reported following the accident. In addition, initial surveillance of the wreckage seems to indicate that those who managed to pull their world-weary bodies out of the overturned bus, gave up on their wretched existence within minutes. According to paramedics, it is likely that many of the casualties had suffered during the crash, and, if not then, for years earlier.

"Thank heavens nobody made it," said chief paramedic John Thurston, who described the "disturbing smell" at the scene as a combination of gasoline, body odor, Aqua Velva, and relentless disappointment. "For a second there, I was worried I'd actually have to interact with some of these people."

In response to the relative tragedy, Greyhound has agreed to donate $200 worth of rolled quarters and greasy, crumpled dollar bills they had collected as bus fare to a local charity. The casualties of the crash will also be memorialized with a small commemorative plaque that will hang at the Albany station, between an out-of-order vending machine and a set of bathrooms where customers can often be heard weeping.

"It's hard to believe that something like this could even happen," said Albany resident Carl Robinson, who, since losing his home to a fire earlier this month, has been sleeping in the city's dilapidated bus station. "To know that life, no matter how dreadful or hopeless, always has a chance of coming to an end—it's so inspiring."

As of press time, hundreds of men and women had gathered at the site of the fatal accident to mourn the loss of a perfectly good bus.

Phenomenal Photo of the Morn'



There is A LOT going on in this photo. I mean you got the hair and the expressions - but then you have the outfits. They all look like they belong in completely different photos. And then...well, check out the two gentleman on the left hand side of the picture.

We will start with the gentleman in powder blue. There is, um, well...lets just say that one should probably wear some sort of form fitting undergarment, like boxer-briefs (calvin klein and banana republic make some good ones, so I've heard) if you are planning on wearing skin tight blue satin britches. And, well, I'm just a little confused as to what exactly is happening in those pants. He's all outta, er, whack, ya know? Like there was a hurricane in his junk and it now looks sort of mangled - like how Baby Jessica looked when they pulled her from the well. His expression says it all - its almost as if he can feel the junk hurricane and is regretting not hitting up the mall for the right underwear. Satin man, it's not flattering.

Now on to the prankster on the far left - what a son of a bitch. You know he thought he was going to paint on those white Saturday Night Fever slacks and channel his inner Tom Jones. Oh he was so counting on the ladies being charmed by his massive asset. He was going to stick it to Steve Perry, all like "Screw you, Perry! Now who is the pussy magnet?!". Joke was on him. I bet he didn't take into account the higher inseam - because it looks like it is cutting off the circulation to his unit and thus causing some sort of terrible swelling. You know the second he pulled those on he was walking on sunshine, ready to beat the ladies off with a stick, and then after a couple of minutes all hell broke loose. That smile isn't a smile its a grimace. Its the same face I used to make when I was on dance team - they told me to smile but I sat there and grimaced through the high kicks and embarrassment. Poor dude. I hope no permanent damage was done.

God bless Journey for this picture - it totally made my morning.

Duckie Does Redding

I've already discussed my dislike of Duckie in Pretty in Pink previously on this blog. But as I began watching it this morning (one can never have enough Spader in the morning) I realized that this scene is one that makes me cringe for Duckie...what a douche. Thank goodness he didn't ruin me on some Otis Redding - or else I would have hunted down Jon Cryer and made him atone for his sins.

Happy Saturday Morning, Chuckleheads!

Sometimes you have to force yourself to wake up on the right side of the bed - or shitty Ikea futon in my case.

Here is a song that I loved back in the day and I love still.

Friday, November 7, 2008

A Song To Kick Start The Weekend



HAPPY FRIDAY

Happy Friday

Totally Radical Project by the Hobbit!

Sometimes when I am bored I like to strip the sound out of my favorite videos and replace it with my own.

I never claimed to be normal.

Fleetwood Mac Angel

I love Fleetwood Mac. Hell, I think everyone loves Fleetwood Mac - they seem to be one of those bands that everyone can agree upon and the inner turmoil of the band only adds to their appeal.

One of my favorite songs ever by them is "Angel" and its off the "Tusk" album. The raw emotion in Stevie's voice is just insane and then when you listen to the lyrics and realize how personal the song is it kind of blows you away. I don't think I could ever sit there and bare my heart and soul on stage like that, especially considering the topic of your song just happens to be singing the harmony and playing the guitar - all while the guy she is currently getting sexy with is playing the drums. Its pretty intense, even as soap operas go.

The line I love in the song is:
I still look up
When you walk in the room
I've the same wide eyes
They tell the story
Try not to reach out
When you turn 'round
You say hello
And we both pretend
No Great Pretender


Nightmare Material, Courtesy of Darcy!





I feel sick. Oh these doe-eyed porcelain devils - how I hate them!

Wham! + Rapping = Wads Being Blown!

(i might have gone too far with the title of this post, but what the hell, its friday and im living life like stella after she got her groove back)



I've posted the most poignant verse below:

Hey everybody take a look at me,
I've got street credibility,
I may not have a job,
But I have a good time,
With the boys that I meet "down on the line"

I DON'T NEED YOU
So you don't approve,
Well, who asked you to?
HEY, JERK YOU WORK
This guy's got better things to do
HELL
I ain't never gonna work, get down in the dirt
I choose, to cruise
Gonna live my life, sharp as a knife
I've found my groove and I just can't lose
I'm style from head to toe
Cool cat flash gonna let you know
I'm a soul boy - I'm a dole boy -
Take pleasure in leisure, I believe in joy!

OH. MY. GOD!!!!!!!


I am almost hyperventilating - whilst perusing the merchandise on HULU, I wondered if I could catch any of my "stories", aka soap operas, in their entirety online....the answer? No, but what I did find was SEASON 1 of MY SO CALLED LIFE online!

First, I'm just going to be honest and say that I'm not going to get ANY work done at the office today as I will be checking back in with Jordan Catalano, Rayanne, Ricky, Angela and Brian.

This show - the theme song - the doc martins - it all takes me back to a place and time when I could really, really understand what Angela Chase was going through. It wasn't that I wanted to hang out with the crazy-haired, alcoholic Rayanne or the sexually confused Ricky characters at my school. No, it was something else.

What I related to was the sort of longing she felt at all times. She longed for her parents to leave her alone. Yet she longed for their comfort when she was crushed. And the one longing I could TOTALLY understand,was the longing for the dreamboat that was out of your league. Now, to my credit, the dreamboats that I was infatuated with were not illiterate nor mildly retarded. They also weren't as smoking hot as Jordan Catalano either. But I really felt her pain. I wore doc martins and flannels and I pined after guys and was embarrassed by my parents just like she was. The only differences were that she actually got the hot guy, if only briefly, in the end, and that was something that I never achieved during those years. Also, I never dyed my hair red with manic panic hair dye - I did however have a nasty reaction to some sun-in I used one summer.

The funny thing is, looking back at these shows, is that I relate to the parents more than Angela. Sure I can remember those feelings of angst and yearning - but now they just sound so...so...whiny, ya know? I want to slap her and say, shut up! The boy you like might be totally hot, but wait about 10 years and he will be wearing skinny jeans, eyeliner and fronting an emo band - you don't want to end up with that! And the parents, God, I sort of kinda feel their pain. And that makes me depressed. I'm totally getting older and now I'm hitting that cusp where I can see things through my parents eyes. And oh Lord, do I feel sorry for my poor mother now. The brooding, the snippy attitudes, the horrible over sized flannel I chose to wear in sweltering NE Texas.

So is life I guess...so was My so called Life. Not that it isn't going to stop me from watching some episodes. Hot damn, Jordan was a fox!!!!

It's a DANCE THE SHIT OUT OF IT friday!

Seriously people - listen to what the teacher says - JUST DANCE THE SHIT OUT OF IT. Now apply that to your life. You don't need Oprah to tell you what you need to do to get what you want out of life, You just need "Center Stage". Watch the movie and the secrets and wonders of the Universe will be explained to you....

Today's Gingersnap !



Today's little Gingersnap is none other than Timothy Busfield. You may know him from the TV show 30 Something (a show my mother watched religiously). He also had bit parts in Quiz Show and Field of Dreams. And if any of you guys ever watched TBS, TNT or USA on Saturday afternoons, you may remember him from the made for TV movie, Strays, which was sort of like Arachnophobia but with stray cats. It sucked ass, but it didn't keep me from watching it every time it was on.

Cheers, Mr Busfield, my Friday is dedicated to you!

Joni Mitchell



In honor of Joni Mitchell's 65th birthday, I thought I would post one of my favorite songs of hers. First off, there is no comparing Joni's voice to anyone else - if I have to imagine an angel singing, hers is the voice that comes to mind. I never dug the "yellow taxi" joni mitchell but the rest of "Blue" is an amazing album as is "Court and Spark". "California" (the one I am posting),"Carey", "Help Me" and "You Turn Me On Like a Radio" are songs that I can listen to again and again.

My mom was a Joni Mitchell fan (this was pre- her Peal Jam fandom days) and would put on records for me when I was little - so those are my first memories of her songs. I just remember thinking she had a pretty voice. Then as I got older, I started listening more closely to her lyrics and the songs took on a whole new meaning. I can't listen to "California" without getting chills.

And, aside from the whole being a musical goddess thing, her life has been pretty interesting as well - she contracted polio, smoked like a chimy, had a secret baby and wrote a song bashing Jackson Browne. Pretty radical in my book - but that ain't saying much.

So, in honor of her birthday, here is "California":

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Happy Birthday, Ken!

I'd like to make a dedication on the request lines to Ken D - who not only is my friend but also a partner in crime.

The song I would like to dedicate is "Who Let The Dogs Out", which reminds me of a rehearsal dinner back home that Ken, his wife and I were attending a few years back. After copious amounts of wine were consumed we ended up at the bar that is attached to the Denny's. After more drinks were consumed Ken and I thought it would be REALLY funny to put a $10 bill in the jukebox and only select "Who Let The Dogs Out". We did leave song #10 to be "Dirty" by X-Tina. We really got a kick out of ourselves and that was a good thing since no one else seemed to think it was funny. Ken also got our backs when after the bar we stopped at a Whataburger for some much needed grub and a woman in front of us in the drive through line started talking smack. Ken's a good guy like that.

So Ken - Happy Birthday!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

There are no words...

Thanks to Jodi for opening my eyes to this gem. I don't know who that dashing ally cat is that is skulking about behind that songstress, but I love him. I love him something terrible.

This Photo Weirds Me Out

3pm Pick Me Up



If this doesn't make you smile, then you might need to check that you still have a soul.

C'MON!!!! Bunnies!

It's a Tie!

In my blog poll at least. 40% Want me to discuss my various jobs in factories and 40% want me to show you some of my current raps I am working on and my slam poetry. Hurry and cast your ballot!

It Seems Fitting

So much awesomeness in this video it almost makes your head explode. Willie Nelson to Al Jarreau to The Boss? Couple that with a healthy dose of Hall and Oates in the background and HOLY SHIT!

Just my Luck


I just received new license plates for my car in the mail...and at first glance it looks as though my first 3 letters are KKK. It isn't of course, it is KKX, but from a distance, I'm royally fucked. It's bad enough I have Texas plates let alone ones that make me look like David Duke supporter.

Sad Day for Sci Fi


RIP Michael Crichton

Cougar Alert


This dude better watch his back, I'm almost 29 and rip roaring and ready to embrace my cougarocity. I'm not kidding, this kid is in my targets and if he gets anywhere near Santa Monica, I will use my cougar senses and track his ass down! He is totes a dreamboat! Swoon.

Do you think it would be weird if I made him pretend he was the vampire from Twilight?



Top Products Sold At Hallmark That Make Me Want To Gouge My Peepers Out.


These little bastards are called "Cherished Teddies" and I hate them. I hate them mainly because of the name - as my friend Hannah put it, it sounds like a cheap negligee line. Secondly, speaking of cheap, that's what they look like. If you are going to craft a stupid teddy bear and put him in a straw hat and overalls, how about you don't make it look like you let a special needs child paint it. That would be great.

This is a lovely collectible made by a company called "Glass Baron". If you read my Hallmark post, you would know that I let a box of these fly down a conveyor belt and shatter rather than have to inventory and price these pieces of crap. The glass baron collectibles always seemed to be purchased by white trash teenage boys or socially awkward middle aged men who looked like they hadn't ever had the opportunity to get sexy with a lady which then lead you to believe that they were in fact buying these for their mother and that made you simultaneously disgusted and sad all at the same time. I'll give the craftsmen credit on the construction of them - it does seem to be difficult to blow glass and then wind thin strands of molten hot glass into little carriages, roses, dolphins and the like. But it still doesn't make them any less tacky.

The Michelle Kwan Snow globe. Yes, this isn't just about the stupid snow globe, it is more about all of the products like this that they try and shove on you if you buy 3 cards or more. Dude, no one needs two teddy bears that have magnets in their noses so it looks they are kissing for 12.95 after the purchase of some cards. It's tacky and it isn't helping anyone out. All that does is lure the ladies who wear Winnie The Pooh embroidered shirts out of their scrapbook stores and into the mall, where they mingle around people like me, who like to believe that they don't exist. And I blame snow globes and kissing bears on this.

And of course, The Precious Moments. Words really cannot express my disgust.

Balki's Favorite Song


When I awoke this morning, the sun was gleaming, birds were chirping, and I was proud to be an American! And more than that, I was humming some Neil Diamond - America!

True story about the song America: For my high school graduation my Mom got me tickets to Neil Diamond concert in the round and then to Tom Jones at a dinner theater - which was basically her making my wildest dreams come true.

The Neil concert was everything I hoped it would be. He sang it all - even Brother Loves Traveling Salvation show! Everyone in the audience was pumped up. I mean I can't explain the level of excitement that washed over the crowd when the opening "ba da da ba da da da" of Sweet Caroline came on. People were in hog heaven. But this one dude sitting directly to my right, who resembled Balki from Perfect Strangers due to his downtrodden Eastern European look, seemed utterly bored by the concert. He sat there stone faced through Forever in Blue Jeans. Is that even possible? I then became convinced he was some sort of assasin out to kill either Neil Diamond or myself.Like maybe he was a lurker, coming to concerts like this to pick off unsuspecting high school students like myself. He just gave off a really weird vibe.I couldn't figure him out. Who goes to a Neil Diamond concert if they don't like Neil Diamond? Was he a masochist? I had no clue.

Then out of nowhere an American flag drops from the center of the auditorium and red white and blue confetti falls. Then the intro to "America" comes on...and Balki to my right LOST HIS MIND! He literally went bat shit crazy. He threw himself up and was clapping so hard I thought he was going to break a hand. The sheer glee on his face was incredible - it's the way I looked when I realized you could buy the Buck Rogers Complete Series for a mere $50. He sang along to the entire song and pumped his fist in the air every time the chorus sang "TODAY!". I just stood there gaping at him. It was, at that point in my live, the most excited I have ever seen a fan at a concert, save for the NKOTB show I went to when I was in 5th grade. But even then those girls were more hysterical - this guy...this guy was emotional, like the song touched every fiber of his being. It truly was a sight to behold. The minute the song was over, he took a moment to let it all sink in, and he sat back down and went back to his stone faced demeanor.

I came up with a million scenarios on the drive back home after the concert about Balki. The only thing I could figure is that this man, searching for the American dream, traveled long and hard and faced many challenges to make it to this great country and Neil Diamond's "America" was the anthem that kept him going. At that moment it made me proud to be an American and a Neil Diamond fan.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

My Own Personal Hell


Everyone has their own personal hell. To some it is spending their life alone. Others it could be being forced to spend time with family members sans alcoholic beverages. My personal hell is Hallmark. Look, I get it - they have a large selection of cards - but after working there on two separate occasions, each being more gruesome than the next, I can honestly say, if I were to be sentenced to a lifetime in Hell - no doubt Satan would have a position for me at a Hallmark Gold Crown store in no time flat.

You're probably wondering what caused me to take a job at a Hallmark in the first place, considering my disposition doesn't necessarily lend itself to being "chipper" and "perky". Sarcasm and cursing? Yes. Helpful and Passionate about the latest Thomas Kincaid Christmas ornament? Not so much. Well, depression is a helluva thing and sometimes it causes you to move to a new city, and take the first job that is offered to you. I swear it was between working at Hallmark at the mall or getting trained to teach ballroom dancing at one of those chain studios. I figured Hallmark couldn't be all that bad, right? WRONG!!! I'm certain I am suffering from some sort of post traumatic stress from having worked at Hallmark. If I smell the "Midsummer Night" or "Harvest" scent of Yankee Candle, I literally have seizures.

So, the first Hallmark I worked at was in a mall and it was run by some really decent individuals. The perk of the job was that I was surrounded by Mormon coworkers (and I am pretty much obsessed with the Mormon religion) and the store had a two story stock room that had a pretty nifty and steep conveyor belt that we used to move shipments up and down with ease. Sure the coworkers were decent people - or at least I thought they were - but I found out all too soon the horror that is the Knickknack Collector Woman. These women are INSANE. They used to mark the dates that the new Beanie Babies would come out and stalk the store until we opened and then rummage through the piles like packs of hyenas. It was disgusting. What the fuck do grown women need with a mini- Cha Cha the monkey beanie baby? It was like three years after Princess Di's death and they were still blowing their wads over the "Candle in the Wind" commemorative beanie. Its sick.

So the Knickknack Collector Women - or assholes as I will now refer to them as, also had a soft spot for what is now, my least favorite thing to ever have been made out of porcelain.... you guessed it, the Precious Moment figurines. I can spot a collector a mile away. I can sniff em' out - they all have a certain look to them - wiht the Beanie ladies they are a little harder to detect and its only the stench of desperation that really gives them away. But the Precious Moments assholes, well they are a different breed. They always came in with an air of superiority - then they would sort of canvass the joint before going to the display case. Inevitably, the figurine they wanted was either in the back or out of stock all together. And they were fucking impatient. What the hell - where's the fucking fire? You HAVE to have the ironicly titled "Oh Lord Spare Me" figurien with the tear drop eyed douchebacg little boy bowling, RIGHT THIS SECOND? The world will not end if you have to wait for three minutes in order for me to rummage about and find the stupid thing. Then once you brought it out they would complain that it wasn't in its original packaging. I would tell them in my kindest voice that it was indeed a Precious Moments box, it just might not be the same one - but apparently the assholes saw a BIG problem with this. So then it was back upstairs for another five minutes rummaging. I hate Precious Moments. I hate their sad, down trodden tear drop eyes. I hate their pastel coloring. I hate their "birthday train" line, even if I think the sheep figurine is sort of cute. I just plain hate Precious Moments.

After a few months of working at Hallmark, my depression was subsiding and I realized I hated the fucking joint, I just needed to suck it up through the holidays so that I could get a clean break and start a new job in the Winter. So I stayed, begrudgingly and my attitude got to a point some people might call, "bad". But no matter how snippy I got with the asshole collectors or how little interest I showed in setting up the holiday collectible ornament display (which was apparently QUITE the honor), for some reason the management loved me and promoted me to Supervisor. Awesome. So I got to work more and had to pretend that I didn't mind selling middle aged women plush collectibles.

My breaking point came right before I quit - a coworker, who I assumed was the only cool one, basically kidnapped me and left me stranded by The New Copper Penny, which if any of you are familiar with the PDX, you know it is NOT the place you want to be stuck in front of. So I was already pissed at her and my breaking point came when she asked me to inventory and shelve a huge shipment of "Glass Baron" collectibles. Glass Baron makes those little glass knickknacks that sit on a tiny mirror. You knwo the ones, A glass blown mini-piano with a glass rose on top sitting on a mirror? A glass dragon with a crystal on its tail? That's Glass Baron, and as a side note, their purchasing demographic consisted of white trash teenage boys who always went for the glass long stemmed rose for their cholita girlfriend. Anyway, I had reach my wits end with her and I was pissed she passed the buck on the glass baron when she knew they were a close second to the Precious Moment figures in the whole "shit I loathe" category. So, I might have accidentally put the box a bit awkwardly on the conveyor belt and shot it down on full speed. You will never know the catharsis that came from a box full of glass kittens, roses, pianos, dragons, and God knows what else, flying off a conveyor belt and shattering. It's better than therapy I tell you.

I quit shortly after.

Then I had round two of Hallmark - what can I say? I'm a glutton for punishment. I was back in Eugene for school but the job I normally had at the library had been taken for the term so I was forced to look elsewhere for employment - and thats what lead me to Hallmark. I'm pretty sure I had repressed the bad memories, and I figured how bad could it be? Plus, despite my glass baron massacre, I had left on good terms and was Gold Crown Certified , which again is apparently an honor.

This new Hallmark was like being a character in one of those "Saw" movies - pure, fucking torture. The manager and her evil sidekick took their job VERY seriously. I was forced to wear a purple too big for me smock always accompanied by a smile to work. The star quarterback came in one day and I hid in the anniversary card section - there was no way in Hell I was going to be caught looking that much like a douchebag. And overall my antics were not appreciated - especially by the assistant manager. She hated me. After hearing me joking about how I was getting annoyed by the "Amy Grant Christmas Album" being played on repeat for like 3 weeks straight, she decided to force me to walk around the store for the rest of my three hour shift reminding people that with the purchase of three cards, they could get the Michelle Kwan snow globe for only 12.95. And when that didn't seem to punish me enough, the sadistic troll made me inventory and dust the ENTIRE Precious Moments section. I quit the next day.


When I moved back to Texas from school I was in need of a job and my Grandparents couldnt understand why on earth I wouldn't just take a job at Hallmark. I illustrated how badly I hated Hallmark by promptly becoming employed by Sara Lee - yes, the snackcake factory. True Story.

All Jazzed Up With No Place To Go


I was sort of expecting this whole "election night" business to last a wee bit longer than it did. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm excited about the outcome, but in years past I felt like we were up all night watching Tim Russert scribble on a dry erase board. So, I thought I would get myself prepared for a long night - by drinking a venti drip and a red bull....that was really stupid of me. Really stupid. I already have the most bizarre sleep patterns to begin with - I'll fall dead asleep at 7pm but be rip roaring to go at 3:30 in the morning. Basically I have turned into my grandparents. Which is awesome and only confirms "wii fit's" conclusion that I have a middle aged body - which does WONDERS for ones self esteem. I'm one step away from wearing Mom jeans and shopping for deals at Mervyns.

Now, normally I could figure out something to do with my free time tonight - paint, go on a nice long drive up the coast or even watch season 3 of Battlestar Galactica again (specifically the boxing scene, boo yah!)- but all of that is out the window since I got my little problem with my ojos. Without any form of spectacles I am pretty much blind. If you saw how close the screen was to my face when I was typing this you would laugh. It really is pathetic.

It looks like I will finish the Twilight series tonight, since I can at least stick my face inside a book to read. I'm hesitant to finish on two accounts - the first being because I really don't want the series to end and the second being that I am already a GIGANTIC nerd (please see Battlestar Galactica reference in prior paragraph) and I really shouldn't fuel that fire. Giving me sci fi or vampire books is the equivalent of dropping a heroin addict off over in my old neighborhood. Within minutes some Born on The 4th of July-esque hobo would roll on over and offer some goodies quicker than you can say Peppermint Schnapps. Its too easy for me to slip into the darkness, never to return. My roommate will find me, weeks from now, Buck Rogers DVDS, back issues of Soap Opera digest, Dippin' Dots and "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" strewn about my dead body. I'll have totally OD'd on nerdiness.

Oh well, what can you do? Darn you Obama for being so dang popular and not dragging out this process and thus leaving me all caffeinated with nothing to do but delve into a world of vampires and romance....God, I'm lame.

LETS GET THIS OBAMA PARTY STARTED

with one of the most bizarre and oddly mesmerizing videos i could find:

Great News!!!!!


General Hospital IS on this afternoon, despite the election coverage!! Awesome. And even though I haven't seen the show in about 3 years, the plot lines, characters and clothing choices have all remained the same. There is something oddly comforting about that. Luke and Laura are always in some sort of peril. Sonny is still the brooding mobster he used to be. The only difference is that there is a new intro - and I think there is a good chance it just gave me a seizure.

My favorite character on the show is Jasper Jax, the charming Australian businessman who woos the ladies and morally opposes Sonny Corinthos mobster ways. Well, it just so happens I ran into the actor who plays Jax at a bar in Venice Beach. It was the Sunday before Labor Day and I immediately spotted him up at the bar. I literally lost my shit - as in like, seriously acted like I was a 12 year old meeting Joey McIntyre. I'm around celebrities quite a bit, and normally it doesn't affect me like catching Jax's eye did. I've been a loyal subscriber to Soap Opera Digest, solely to keep up on his plot lines....yeah, I didn't watch the show due to lack of tv, I read Soap Opera Digest, and yes I understand how pathetic this makes me. Add it on the "sad things the Hobbit likes" list. It can rank right under the Twilight series but above the sheep knickknacks I collect.

Anyway, so he was noticeably drunk and I thought this would be the time for me to approach him, since no one else seemed to spot the diamond in the rough. Before I got my nerve up, my friends decided to leave the bar - but we had to pass by him in order to gain access to the exit. Now was the time. I pulled my shoulders back, hoping to conceal the elfin posture that takes over my body 99.9% of the time. I smiled. I strutted - yes strutted - and this little lady don't strut. We got closer and my confidence grew. Right when I was next to him, to my horror, I had inadvertently flashed him. Yeah. I flashed him. Classy. And while he smirked (which I don't blame him for), I hauled ass out of there faster than greased lighting.

I still love him though - even if he is tramping across the fictional town of Port Charles with that tramp Carly Corinthos.

I am seriously in love with Billy Dee Williams

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Crush of the Day


Today's crush is Jeffrey from The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. You would remember him as the faux-accented butler of sorts with a sassy attitude and an even sassier tux.

Cheers, Jeffrey!

Pump It UP!!!!

I need to get my eye unmatted and my energy pumping. I'm working on the eye part and Rihanna is working on the other part.

BOO YAH!





(ps, if you could see me dancing around, one eye matted shut and oozing, and me breaking it down in pajamas, it would change your life. true story)

This is for Timmy Capello

C'mon, Bed knobs and Broomsticks?! This is classic shit folks, classic!

Lets lighten the mood with some amazing Angela Fucking Lansburry!


Hobbits Movie Picks For Election Day

I bet you think I would recommend some Aaron Sorkin film, or something with Pilgrams or even The Patriot? Well, you all don't know me that well. Our office closed for the election, which is really awesome of them to do for us considering voting lines are supposed to be quite long. What am I going to do with my afternoon you might be wondering?
Well considering General Hospital will be preempted due to the election, that would leave me sitting here having panic attacks that this election would end up like the last...a republican elected and me clutching a bottle of belvedere and sobbing. There is no Tim Russert to break down the numbers with the dry erase board. No calming for my nerves as I sit here idly - So I've decided to take matters in my own hands and put on some films that never fail to calm me down. These are films that my family would put on before they had to take me to go get blood drawn or shots (which to say I freaked out over, would be an understatement) - I'm going to be watching Haley Mills movies.

And I'm talking Grade A Haley Mills films - Moonspinners, Summer Magic and The Trouble with Angels.

The Moonspinners:
Haley and her Aunt are on holiday in Greece, when she meets a dashing young Brit who is up to his neck in intrigue and danger involving the hotel owner, Uncle Stavros. Ooooh, its a good movie. Haley's pink dress in the dinner scene is gorgeous and the Brit, well lets just say when my Mom was younger she had a crush on him as well. But that's not saying much because she also thought the brother in Flipper was hot. My moms a weirdo! Anyway, back to Moonspinners - Haley and the Brit go on the lam, danger around every turn! There are Greeks! Windmills! Cute boys! Haley!!!! I highly recommend this film if you need to take your mind off the fact that this country could be making a GIGANTIC mistake.

Summer Magic:
This movie is fantastic. A destitute family moves into a home that they once saw while on vacation in a little town called Buehler - well, they move in with a little trickery from Haley's part. A uppity cousin comes in and seems to steal all the attention of guys - until the end. And Hubba Hubba, that dude is hot! Anyway, the real treat aside from Haley and the hot dude, is Burl Ives - I love me some Burl Ives. He sings a song called "The Ugly Bug Ball"...do yourself a favor - listen to it and challenge you not to smile.

The Trouble With Angels:

It's got Haley Mills, It's got God and it has the best catchphrase ever, "I have a scathingly brilliant idea"! Enough said!


I hope you can enjoy some relaxing Haley Mills movies while you wait for the results. It has to be healthier than swigging down a bottle of vodka....depending on how it goes, that's my back up plan.

Vote! Our Founding Fathers Want You To!!!

(and by founding fathers I mean Paul Giamatti)

It's A Patriotic Montage, Bitches!!!!

Election Day!!! The one day that I can play some of my personal favorite guilty pleasures without feeling slightly douchey. Enjoy this patriotic montage, bitches!

Happy Election Day - Please Go Out And Vote!


As much as I want everyone to vote for Obama, I really just want everyone to vote. We need change and we need it now!

Monday, November 3, 2008

Happy Monday, Officer!!



image via sexy people

I'm Going to have Nightmares About This:

When You're Day Doesn't Go As Planned?

Watch some Cher in her 80's cougar glory.

Happy Freaking Monday.


My Mom


Once someone meets my mother a lot of things start to make sense...a lot of things about me. You could say I was raised in a slightly whimsical way. She would humor me when I wanted to convert the living room into a bank drive through - complete with me taking off the screens so my friends could ride up on their bikes to do some transactions. She allowed me free reign to whip up my concoctions and spend my weekends wearing little house on the prairie-esque Laura Ashley dresses while i hung bacon on our clotheslines in an attempt to cure meat and make jerky like the pioneers used to. She would drive me from whatever hobby I had taken up at that given moment and didn't yell at me when I quit shortly after due to strange complaints on my part. For example I was convinced my guitar teacher was a molester because he always offered me orange juice....who offers you orange juice at a music studio?!?! Exactly. So, what I am saying is that she allowed me to embrace the weirdness that thrives inside of me.

It didn't take me too long to figure out why she let me wave my freak flag high - because she was just as weird as I was. She doesn't have television but she does listen to NPR and one of her favorite programs on the radio happens to be one about extraterrestrial life where people can call in and discuss their own close encounters of the third kind. Music wise? Sure she loves her Van Morrison, Fleetwood Mac, and the Band. But you want to know who really pumps her up? Eddie Vedder. Yeah, the woman who loves to rock out to Pearl Jam is the same woman that raised a daughter to love Poco. I don't get it either. She loves polishing rocks in her rock tumbler...for HOURS ON END. Do you know the torture of the rock tumbler? Well, let me just say that if they are looking for new torture devices down in Gitmo, I would recommend the rock tumbler. Cheap and it does the job. She also loves movies - The Jerk, The Commitments, The Wonder Boys and her personal favorite The Royal Tennenbaums. She quotes all those movies, but for some reason her recitation of Royal's lines gets me every time. Hearing her tell me to "Shag Ass" when we are ready to leave my Grandparents house brings a tear to my eye.

Please enjoy this clip in honor of the lady that, God bless her, raised me.


Just Sayin'


You know me, I'm never one to overlook the signs of the Rapture/Armageddon and I stumbled across some news that made me think God isn't very happy with my fellow Texans and Oklahomans....why? EARTHQUAKES!!! God LOVES to show SoCal his wrath (quakes, fires, mudslides, people who work the Coffee Bean drive through and don't speak English) but now he is directing it towards two states....two REPUBLICAN states. Now God loves everyone equally,but I seem to think he might be trying to tell them something...a little something regarding electing Obama, perchance? I'm no prophet, but I do watch enough televangelists to know a sign of punishment from him when I see it.....so, just keep yourself near something sturdy my compadres, the Lord is watching.

DALLAS, Texas (AP) -- Several minor earthquakes gave some Texas and Oklahoma residents an early Halloween scare, but no damage or injuries were reported.

A 2.5-magnitude quake at 11:25 p.m. Thursday near Grand Prairie was followed by a series of other small earthquakes in the Dallas suburb, then a 3.0-magnitude quake at 12:01 a.m. Friday in nearby Irving, according to the U.S. Geological Survey.

Irving police received 911 calls from about 25 people saying they had felt the quakes, but there were no reports of injuries or damage, Officer David Tull said Friday morning.

USGS geophysicist Randy Baldwin says aftershocks could last several days.

On Thursday, a 3.1 magnitude quake was reported about 11:30 a.m. near McCloud, Okla., some 180 miles north of the Dallas area, according to the USGS. There were no reports of damage or injury there, either.

The Oklahoma quake is considered a separate event from those in Texas, said USGS geophysicist Jessica Sigal

Mondays Crush


is Ben Vereen!!!! Ben gets crush status today because he not only starred on Broadway and in the hit film All That Jazz (which I love!) but also because he starred in season one of the best show ever, Silk Stalkings!!!

Oh Ben, you lil' thief, I do believe you stole my heart!!!!

Confusing Song Lyrics of the Day: Muskrat Love

Ok, so before I breakdown the bizare lyrics to Captain and Tenille's "Muskrat Love", let me first say, I did my research. And by research I of course mean I looked up muskrats on wikipedia - and let me tell you something, they're pretty much a Nutria - but less cute. Oh and they fight to the death over territory in the spring. And they steal Beavers food - which pisses me off because I love Beavers. Nowhere in the entry did it say anything about muskrats being romantic. Nowhere. Basically they are stinky rats who pilfer beavers hard earned food - they do not deserve the amazing Captain and Tenielle to sing a song about them. They should have called the song, "Beaver Love" but then people might have taken it a different way, and that would be sort of sick and awesome all at the same time.

Anyway, please enjoy these lyrics about stinky water-rat lovin':

Muskrat, muskrat candlelight
Doin the town and doin it right
In the evenin
Its pretty pleasin


GROSS - MUSKRAT CANDLE LIGHT? I'D RATHER STUMBLE AROUND IN THE DARK THEN DOING THE TOWN AND DOING IT RIGHT WHILE FOLLOWING MUSKRAT CANDLE LIGHT. UNLESS THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT CANDLES MADE FROM MUSKRAT BLUBBER LIKE THE INUITS DO - THEN I CAN SUPPORT IT...


Muskrat susie, muskrat sam
Do the jitterbug out in muskrat land
And they shimmy
And sammys so skinny

HOW THE HELL DO THEY SHIMMY? THEY'RE FREAKING RATS. I'VE SEEN RATS AND THEY SORT OF SKITTER BUT NOT SHIMMY AND THEY CERTAINLY CANNOT DO THE JITTERBUG THAT GEORGE MICHAEL SO PERKILY SANG OF. LIES!!!

And they whirled and they twirled and they tangoed
Singin and jingin the jango
Floatin like the heavens above
It looks like muskrat love

THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE THE DISGUST I HAVE AT IMAGINING MUSKRAT LOVIN'


Nibbling on bacon, chewin on cheese
Sammy says to susie honey, would you please be my missus?
And she say yes
With her kisses

ABOUT...TO...PUKE....NIBBLING ON BACON? OH LORD, HOW THE HELL WOULD A MUSKRAT GET THEIR GRUBBY MITS ON JIMMY DEAN?

And now hes ticklin her fancy
Rubbin her toes
Muzzle to muzzle, now anything goes
As they wriggle, and sue starts to giggle

OK, AT ABOUT THIS POINT MY TOLERANCE IS SHOT. I'M ALL FOR CRITTERS GETTING LOVIN'- BUT SMELLY RATS SHOULD NEVER HAVE A CREED OF "ANYTHING GOES". WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?! HOW KINKY CAN WATER RATS GET? HOLY SHIT!
And they whirled and they twirled and they tangoed
Singin and jingin the jango
Floatin like the heavens above
It looks like muskrat love

FUCK THIS, IF I SEE A MUSKRAT I'M GOING TO SHOOT IT - I DON'T CARE IF I HAVE TO STEAL A GUN TO DO SO, THIS IS DISGUSTING. THESE MUSKRATS MUST HAVE PERVERTED THE HEAVENLY MINDS OF THE CAPTAIN AND HIS BLUSHING BRIDE IN ORDER TO GET THEM TO CONCOCT SUCH A VULGAR SONG. YUCK YUCK YUCK.

I was going to have a BLT for lunch but now I think not - I don't want to have the lines "nibbling on bacon and chewing on cheese" stuck in my head while I try to nourish this hot bod.

My Future

Here's what I am aiming for once both my eyes go....of course i don't have any talent for the piano or singing. And I'm not a man. I don't have hair that is long enough for braiding and beading and I'm also not sure if I would look very good in a dashiki.


So I actually wouldn't look or sound anything like Stevie. In fact, I think a better representation of me would be more like this chick from The Dark Crystal:

One Eyed Willie



One would have thought my ocular issue would have been remedied with a few days off from contacts - one would have been wrong. Adding to the problem is that I snapped my glasses in two a few weeks back - so that leaves me struggling to see with one contact in - and while I can manage for a few hours, in the end it leaveS me looking like I have googlie eyes. Not so hot. My poor roommate has already been subjected to me helping her with an outfit choice sans contacts. I had to get right up in her grill in order to see anything she had on - I think it made her uncomfortable - and I have personal space issues, so you can imagine how fun that was for me.

If I were a pirate this wouldn't be an issue, I could bedazzle my patch and no one would think any different of me. I could also do dastardly things and swig rum all day long. Being a Pirate could have some advantages. Unfortunately, patches aren't real hip as of now and I doubt my boss would be too keen on me and my swashbuckling ways whilst drunk off rum. Not being a Pirate sort of sucks right now.

So, now I am at work, matted-hot-pink eye and all, hoping and praying that my other eye doesn't crap out on me or else I will be stuck sleeping under my desk for the evening, because Lord knows you don't want me on the roadways with no vision.

I guess if my eye doesn't get better I will just get a walking stick and learn to play the piano and sing funk songs. I'll totes channel 70's era Stevie Wonder and sing "Castles In The Sand" - my boss would support than more than me pretending to be a pirate.

VOTE! VOTE! VOTE!


Oh for the love of all that is good, please go out and vote. I can't handle those idiots on my hometown message board as is, let alone for them to be gloating and thus forcing me to spew off emails left and right about their ignorance, so please vote.

IT'S TIME FOR CHANGE!!!!

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Happy Sunday


Choo! Choo! All aboard....

See you guys in Hell,
xoxo
Hobbit

Saturday, November 1, 2008

First Dance Songs

When one of my friend's was getting married, we were discussing first dance songs. I pretty much want to get married solely for the first dance song. I really feel like I could blow peoples minds with the cheesiness I have up my sleeve - of course my non-existent husband would probably not care for that - which is why I am not married nor am I planning on being since I like to concoct bizarre music mixes just to see if people dig them. Anyway, we were trying to think of all the amazing songs one could have as their first dance song - where we are from, most first dance songs are either "It's Your Love" by Tim McGraw and Faith Hill or "From This Moment" by the incomparable Shania Twain. While those country crooners can do the trick for others, it wasn't going to cut it for this particular friend. So as we went through the list of songs, "Broken Arrow" by Rod Stewart was mentioned. We both confessed our undying love for this song - it is beautiful. I mean, it really is a gorgeous song but her only concern would be that it might fall into the "in inadvertently funny" category - which is the category my whole life falls into, by the way. They settled on a song that held a lot of sentimental value to them, "Tupelo Honey" by Van Morrison. It is a really beautiful song and it was perfect for their first dance.

Personally, I'm torn between "Glory of Love" by Peter Cetera (the wedding would of course be a Karate Kid II themed affair)"Love Lift Us Up Where We Belong" (this is only applicable if I marry someone in the Navy so that it can be in the vein of An Officer and a Gentleman - hopefully a Lou Gosset Jr look alike would be on hand to hurl insults and kickbox guests) or, and this is my favorite "Arthur's Theme" by Christopher Cross and the wedding would be a NY theme with butlers and the like - copious amounts of booze would be served and drunkenness is a must. I just need to find a groom that falls into one of those 3 categories in order for me to narrow it down : a karate kid (this could be an issue due to statutory rape laws, a Sailor whose friend hung himself, or a drunken millionaire with a kick ass butler. Do you think they have those criteria boxes on eharmony?

I'm not all Loggins all the time

Need something to perk up this dreary LA Saturday afternoon? How about my favorite song from the band, The Band - Chest Fever. I challenge you to not do some freaking air drumming on this number. I find myself BLARING this in the ole' Toyota while I go on my long drives up the coast. Nothing better to shake your head and sing along to. Robbie Robertson is a genius and the weird circus-esque breakdown at 2:40 and then the build up back to the organ solo is pretty much the most rock thing ever.

Hope this helps clear the gray away!

(Matted) Eye of the Tiger

Guess what ISN'T a good idea? Falling asleep with your contacts in when you suffer from a nasty case of dry eye. What you end up with is a gloriously oozing and weeping right eye that is matted shut and let me tell you it looks fucking HOT!!!! Nothing lures the boys in like a crusty eye that is swollen shut - well, nothing other than my matted eye and my 80 year old Osteoporosis sufferer posture that I rock on a daily basis. Those two things together get me some AMAZING tail. Like Kobe beef kind of meat - not the Ralph's brand of beef, if catch my drift.

I've employed this "matted" eye maneuver a few other times in my life - each with an equally awesome outcome. For example, I went to a cabin up in the mountains for a weekend with a frat - not me alone, mind you - other couples - I'm not looking to get gang banged or anything, jeez!- anyway, so while on this trip I decided to just leave my contacts in at night instead of sporting my not so attractive glasses in the evenings. Well, guess what is even more unattractive than glasses? Waking up with mucus blobs coming out of your hot pink eye. Looking like you have an STD of the eye is SUPER attractive to frat guys. I had to beat them off with a stick, I tell ya!

And here I am - matted again, naturally.

Join Me In My Misery

Last Saturday it was a Creed song that was stuck in my head - and ever since I got that song out of my head, Extreme's "Hole Hearted" has been stuck in its place. Look, I love me some Extreme - they rocked and had some really beautiful hair as well. But having "Hole Hearted" on repeat in ones noggin, can get a bit much. I hum it in the car, sing it in the shower, and find myself drumming out the beat with my fingers on my desk at work. Even worse? I've been finding myself trying to break down the lyrics... don't try and make sense of Extreme - it will only drive you even more nuts than you already were, if that's even possible.

Happy Saturday


I'm obsessed with Jackalopes. When I used to make the drive from Oregon to Texas, I would always be tempted into buying some sort of jackalope paraphernalia. Jackalope piggy banks, stuffed animals and the 90$ best purchase ever, mounted jackalope head. I love rabbits and I love antlers - so thats pretty much a match made in heaven for me.

Happy Saturday!