November 24. 2003

Wait, I found another possible x-mas present for me. Or if you are feeling really ambitious you can make me a gift.

Someone sent me this quiz. I am posting it in the hopes that Liz is feeling better and it will make her happy (quizes always make the girl happy).

Salon's recent series on marriage produced these cute stories and this discussion of who is changing their last names now-a-days and why. I am married and I did keep my "maiden" name, mainly because that's who I had been for the previous thirty years and it seemed really bizarre to suddenly pick up and become Mrs Blankety Blank. (No my husband's last name is not Blankety Blank - if it were I would have taken his name in a NY minute.) I can't say it was a particularly political decision and I wasn't conficted or confused as to what my choice would be. The strange thing was while I was engaged I was asked by more than one guy if I was changing my name and then derided for "seventies style feminism" when I said I wasn't. Like "we're so beyond that...why do you gotta be making a statement with that shit?" And me being like "The fact that you are arguing with me about it means that its not a dead issue." Touche Beyotch!

"Thanks to the examples of Love (and her rival/collaborator Kat Bjelland of Babes in Toyland), I could embrace feminist theory and tarty outfits--and finally feel like myself. What's more, my trucker's mouth and conflicting morals about sex, drugs, and punk idealism were reflected right back at me in Love's fucked-upness."

The Courtney Love issue of the Stranger.

(I heart) Margaret Cho weighs in on the issue.

Reality tv, how I love thee.

Ok, I'm sick, I'm tired and I gotta pack up my shit and get my ass to Boston tomorrow.

Happy Thanksgiving.

November 22, 2003

Well I have to say congratulations to Alex and John on their new little freeloader, Greta. I do have to say one thing though: How is it that did I not even know that Alex was pregnant?! I know I have talked (or at least emailed) with her in the past 9 months...how is it possible that someone would leave out the fact that they are carrying another person in their stomach?! Yeesh.

Pretty babies, Felix and Greta:

So I know everyone is scratching their heads over what to get me for Christmas this year. Well, your search is over, here it is. I'm leaning towards the Original P.I.M.P style. Customize as you please.

November 17, 2003

"Buddy the Elf! What's your favorite color?"

Yeah, Elf was funny.

I finally caught Arrested Development last night. I like it and it's on Fox so I assume it will be cancelled next week (Action anyone?) So test it out for yourself and give them some much needed ratings.

I also caught the Paris Hilton XXX video that has since been removed from the site I found it on (sorry kids). So I'll give you a quick run through: Both participants are fully conscious and are vying to get the best camera angle. Paris' cell phone goes off at one point and she goes to answer it - yeah, the sex is that good - and it is shot completely in night vision so it kinda looks like footage of your dogs/cats doing it...the glowing yellow eyes, y'know? I'm officially giving it a thumbs down.

Friday night Anne and I sat alone at a table at Daddy's. A large toothless older Polish man felt very, very strongly about buying us both a drink. We declined repeatedly but due to his drunken-bordering-on-incoherent-and-already-doesn't-speak-English state he just didn't get it. Like forty five minutes straight of the bartenders running interference between us and the strange man. The guy was pretty pathetic, not really threatening, but so very annoying. It was one of those situations that easily could have escalated to fisticuffs and general ugliness, but those boys handled it like gentlemen. The guy working the door even busted out some rudimentary Polish on the dude, to no avail. So kudos to Daddy's bartenders. I'll probably never go back there again.

"Joey Ramone is to be officially honored by the city on Nov. 30, when the corner of East Second Street and the Bowery is renamed in memory of the late singer."

Joey Ramone Place. It's about time.

Nick, Nick...has it really come to this?

Nick's house on Saturday - an impromptu get-together hosted by a man who eats pills off girls sneakers. More.

We just reinstalled our operating system and I lost all my bookmarks as a result...Meaning I have no funny stuff to share today. Well this one is kinda funny:

Mom finds blog.

Over and out.

November 9, 2003

Jim dressed up like Hank from Turbo Negro for Halloween. Then last week on Viva La Bam (which really seems to blow by the way), Bam Margera was dressed as Hank.

My husband wins. Other people trying to look like Turbo Negro.

I've been in all weekend trying to get some web-work done, and thus have been doing anything and everything besides that project. I did six loads of laundry, cleaned the bathroom,, reorganized my underwear drawer (not joking), went grocery shopping, read that new Aaron Cometbus book "Double Duce" and spent a bunch of time trolling the web. I even registered to vote on line. I am also shamefully admitting that I did not vote last week as I had forgotten to change my voting address. Bad girl.

So last Wednesday night Mary came in from Minneappolis. I knew she was coming sometime soon on a business trip, but I was unsure if she was going to be here for long, if she would be working the whole time or if she was even going out. After getting home from work that night, soaking wet from being in a rain storm sans umbrella I get a call from Wisely like "Mary will be at the Acme Bar & Grill in twenty minutes." Under ordinary circumstances I would not be going anywhere at that moment, but I'm psyched cos its MARY so I dry my hair and call a car service and head back to Manhattan. At the same time I had tentative plans to go to Galapagos, a place down the street from me, with my brother to hear a reading...about, of all things...Brookline...the town we both went to high school in. The title of the evening was:

Brookline: The Town That Has Everything (And At the Same Time Has Nothing)

You better believe it. My husband filled in for me with Kevin and called me from Galapagos while I was at the restaurant to say they were the last two people let in the door and that the place was psycho-packed. However, due to the fact that Jim didn't go to Brookline and that Kevin can't see very well (he described fuzzy people within a five foot radius of himself and said he might have known them)...I have no sightings of ex-classmates to report. They said the funniest part of the evening was an audio tape of Conan O'Brien talking about his memories of Brookline High. Must. Hear. Tape.

Speaking of writers, Pam Anderson got a book deal. Painful. And yes, I will be reading it.

"Drug use, some might say, is destroying this country. And we have laws against selling drugs, pushing drugs, using drugs, importing drugs. ... And so if people are violating the law by doing drugs, they ought to be accused and they ought to be convicted and they ought to be sent up," --Rush Limbaugh

Obviously one of the more ironic situations of the day. And I mean real irony, not trucker-hat irony. The fact that Courtney Love, who Rush may well consider the antithesis of his being, is being charged for possession of the very same substance that Rush is on...well the mind spins from the fun that can be had with that one. Read all about it.

But what will all the hipsters drink?

Guide to interpretting Friendster photos.

Very upsetting - Elimidate...NOT REAL!

Bling bling as explained by the English.

Terrorizing monkeys.

Will Ferrell, comic genius.

Bert is evil.

Group Hug: The place to confess your sins annonymously.

Britney Spears interview in Newsweek. Highlight:

When Spears talks about the South Asian musical influences on "In the Zone," she says she’s "been into a lot of Indian spiritual religions." When asked if one of them is Hinduism, she says, "What’s that? Is it like kabbalah?"

The Expoited are still together?!

Naked Protestors.

The advent of cell phones mean people are being less punctual. Like anybody needs more reason for not being somewhere on time. I have to say, I used to be one of those people that was chronically late for everything. Then somewhere along the line I decided it was rude and am now a very punctual person. So I have no time for those who ride the same subway line or bike or walk daily, but don't seem to be able to compute how long their trip will take when it comes to meeting you in the same spot you met them the week before.

Ps. I love the new Strokes album and I don't care who knows.

November 3, 2003

I just stole some pictures off of Lisa Wisely's photo page...because I'm a thief. Also because:

This picture cracked me up. I am not even sure why, although it has something to do with Jim M. looking like a stuffed mummy mannequin. Like he's part of the decor or something.

I thought this one was just too sweet.

I didn't recognize this as Chase until the fourth time I saw it. Hey hey he's the monkeys...

And I had like, no joke, ten photos of Chad from that night that were all unpostable due to the fact that the people posing with him all looked like they suddenly had some sort of infectious disease, eye irritants, or facial palsy. So here's Chad! (And Darren and Paul of course.)

Thanks Lisa.

November 2, 2003

Highlights from Halloween:

Jennie and Lisa did an AMAZING job of decorating, including a large plastic cauldron they somehow obtained for some wicked-pissah punch they invented themselves. I did not partake as I was deeply afraid that the punch might have triggered a series of events that could only result in bloodshed and destruction. But it had really cute skeleton face ice cubes floating in it that I was informed were made with Martha Stewart ice cube trays. Next - Ralph Lauren Bongs.

Check it out - It's Jennie and her parents!

I ran into people at that party that I hadn't seen in five seven ten years. There's nothing like a party to remind you of how old you really are.

So there were many scary monsters in da hizzouse- some that were scary with or without their costumes on. I didn't observe any real mayhem, but I did witness random people making out, a lot of puking, slam dancing (ok I started that one), minor slips and falls and prodigious drinking.

As you can see, St. Marks Place was still hopping when we left sometime in the wee early morning hours. You can't really tell how early it is from this shot...so here is us getting out of the cab in Brooklyn:

That's serious daytime man! We also figured out later that we had paid that cab driver twice and tipped him well both times. Jim was sitting in the front so he paid when the car was pulling up. We couldn't figure out what was taking Lisa so long to get out of the back seat but it was because she was paying the asshole too. If only I had gotten his license number in this shot.

As usual, I took pictures. Enjoy:

Scary night 1

Scary night 2

Scary night 3

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