November 30th, 2002
November 29th, 2002
November 27th, 2002
View out my window.
November 26th, 2002
Recent stuff:
Went to the 2nd Annual Boston Cure Party.
Took pictures of the Dansko/Wheelworks/Independent Fabrications bike team.
Last Friday night:
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November 25th, 2002
I was walking down the street with Liz and Anne on Friday and when there was a prolonged silence I piped up with "Holla!". My plan was to randomly interject this phrase at innappropriate times. Why? Why not? But instead of just going over smoothly, there was more silence and then Liz said "Why did you just say 'Allah'?" and I was like "What?...I said Holla! you know like as in a verb." and she goes "What?" and I go "oh! you must have thought I meant Challah, like as in Challah bread" and now she's like "What?! I thought you said Allah! Like in a Muslim-god way"." OH! Right! like A Salam Alaikum? That would have been funny too" "Uh...yeah." If I have to offer this much of an explanation every time, I may not be saying it all the time.
Holla!
Osbournes back on tomorrow night (Tuesday) 10:30. Don't miss it. In the meantime you can read this interview with Jack Osbourne to get all psyched.
Or read about Kevin Bacon's dad. The old guy is obviously super cool, but the pictures are just unintentionally hilarious.
Saturday Night Frat Boy Liquor Luging...can't beat the luge!
November 20, 2002
When I said I liked big hair (see yesterday) I was referring to that messy teased-out look from the eighties. The kind of hair that went well with lace and crucifixes. Know what I'm sayin? Like Bananarama, yo!
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There is an off-shoot of this hairstyle -sometimes referred to as "Mall Hair" and its owners sometimes called "Hair Farmers" - that involved creating a "wall of bangs" also known as "the claw". The differences are subtle, yet real. When I say I miss big hair, I'm not talking about "the claw". Sorry Jen.
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November 20, 2002
Let me see
if I can tell this story and make it funny. It is probably too convoluted
to be understandable, much less amusing, but here goes. In a nutshelll...there
is a boy named "Ruffio" that both Jersey and Lucy know. Lucy
was telling a story about Ruffio's family and brings up the fact that
Ruffio's ethnic background is a mix of Japanese and Jewish. And Lucy's
talking and talking while Jersey's looking confused. Jersey interupts,
"Japanese?"
"Yeah its funny cos he's like the second Japanese/Jewish person I
met recently and so he's like -"
"But his name is Ruffio?"
"Yeah. Anyway the grandparents were in the house and -"
"Wait, Ruffio is Japanese?"
"Um...Yeah?"
"But Ruffio...that's Italian!"
"No..its the guy from the lost boys... Like Peter Pan's lost boys?
You know that movie? And there's that character Ruffio? Its just a nickname."
"So he's not Italian."
"Nope"
Ok, so apparently Jersey thought this guy "Ruffio" was Italian
and thus discussed all things Italian when in his presense, and of course,
deferred to him as the Italian expert. I dont' know what the exchanges
were comprised of but I like to imagine Jersey saying things like "yeah,
its a new shirt...so how do you say "shirt" in Italian?"
"Wow, I heard about that flood in Italy, that really sucks dude"
and of course, "What do you think of their pizza?" Or upon seeing
Ruffio, yelling out "Itza spicy meatball!!"
November 19, 2002
Shipmates is the only one of the dating-genre shows that I watch (ie, Elimidate, Blind Date, et al) because it ROCKS. It used to be on Fox here every night at 11pm and then Fox changed it's schedule and put it on at 11am. Totally lame. I complained to the station to no avail. I have now been shipmates-less for over two months. How do you get on one of these shows?
Big
hair is back. I am going to say this once:
Hair =
Good
More Hair = Better
I am a child of the eighties and as a result will always err on the side
of bigger being better.
November 17, 2002
Don't have time to go over the weekend's festivities at themoment. I will leave you with two things, a tease if you will:
And this. More later freaks.
November 16, 2002
I was cleaning out files on my computer this morning and realized that I had not used these two pictures in the halloween book, even though I had set them aside to do so.
A few years ago, Jim went out one night to hang with the guys and drink beer and play video games. I stayed in reading or some such benign activity. I saw him the next morning covered in what looked like strange black hieroglyphic symbols all over this chest neck and face. On closer inspection it was ink. Evidently, Jim had gotten very drunk and decided he should write "I love Noreen" across his chest in sharpie marker. Instead he wrote "N heart H" which we still have no reasoning for. By morning, the "N heart H"ink had transferred from his chest into a mirror reading on his arms, neck and face. Every once in a while I will find Jim drunk on the couch with "N heart H" scrawled across his stomach. Last night was one of those occassions.
November 14, 2002
There was
this friend of mine in college that once said she liked "plain food"
meaning...I don't know, devoid of any flavor? or without spice? But I
thought she meant "plane food" like what one would be served
on a plane. Which of course ENTHRALLED me. I kept talking about it, going
on and on about how strange it was that she actually enjoyed plane food
(or plain food as she heard it) and did she like a particular kind of
plane food? "Wow, most people hate plane food!" Yeah, it took
me a while to figure it out. Here
are some other people’s opinions on plane food.
Other funniness:
Packin’ Potty—The
Ultimate Portable Toilet
And for all y’all
bearing a bitter grudge.
Yet another reason to make fun of Williamsburg: In an attempt to add more
authenticity to their reenactment of the 80’s the kids
are turning back to good old crack.
Why do I find crack so goddamn funny? I don’t think there will ever
be an answer to that one. Be a friend.
Send some crack.
I was reading the Village Voice today and really enjoyed this
review of Christina Aguilera’s new album. Yeah, I said Christina
Aguilera…not because I like her, her album, whatever (ok, ok, that
"genie in a bottle" is a catchy tune but that's as much as I
will admit to)…I just love reviews when they’re not all like
"The cacophonous sounds of so-and-so’s guitar work coupled with
the brilliant virtuosity of the lyricist... blah blah boring blah. Instead
the writer referenced all kinds of other fun things and had me singing
"To Sir with Love" for the rest of the day.
"...who
had taken me from crayons to perfume..."
Speaking of stilted language…I read some article in the New York Times a few weeks back that actually used the word "limn" not once but TWICE. I do not like using a dictionary to read the newspaper, but in this case it was a neccessity.
"Limn"
for all you other illiterates out there means:
1. To draw or paint; especially, to represent in an artistic way with
pencil or brush.
2. To illumine, as books or parchments, with ornamental figures, letters,
or borders.
Then in a moment of pure serendipity I went to take a practice GRE test
that evening and there it was in the antonyms section: LIMN
But wait, there’s more. This week New York Magazine published a piece
on the word
Limn. Even Wordy McWords-a-lot himself, William Safire, weighed
in on the subject.
Bizarre no?
Speaking of words there was a good
article on new additions to the Oxford Dictionary in the SF Gate.
It's official -"Klingons" and "Jedi knights" have
made it in.
Masterbators
in Paris trigger terror alert.
Finally, while I detest the idea of being reduced to a marketing demographic,
and resent the hell out of advertisers trying to "speak" to
me and my peers, I can’t help feeling a little ripped off by this:
"On
projection screens behind him, a chart appeared with three bars. A tall
blue bar on the right side represented the baby boomers — from 38
to 57 years old and 82 million strong, by Chrysler's calculation. Boomers,
Mr. Zetsche's chart said, are motivated by comfort, luxury and safety
when they buy a car.
On the chart's left side was a bright orange bar representing millennials,
also known as Generation Y, the offspring of the boomers. From 6 to 25
years old, Generation Y numbers about 78 million. They want technological
gadgets in their cars and an ability to connect to the Internet on the
road, and they are loyal to brands.
In the middle of the chart was a faded gray bar, a short shadow that represented
the 38 million members of Generation X, from 26 to 37 years old in Chrysler's
analysis. The company hadn't bothered to forecast their tastes at all."
The
article is pretty interesting if you care about this stuff.
November 7, 2002
First off - I fixed Kung Fu Fighting so it opens in its own itty bitty window ...At least I think I fixed it. I was also gonna hook up an audio file to it but I couldn't find a .wav (or even a midi) of kung fu fighting...I could only find the mp3. I do not know how to write code so that when you open a browser window an Mp3 starts up. I don't even know if it is possible...c'mon all you coders, school me. In the meantime here's the mp3. You can just play it on your own while you watch them dance. This is only fun if you are on drugs.
Next - I am SHOCKED, SHOCKED I say, that I could miss such an important MTV related news story. I'm surprised they haven't been playing Road Rules Europe around the clock in homage.
The election..what to say...what to say....
Q. How many
Republican advisors does it take to change a lightbulb.?
A. One. But the bulb has to be White, American Made and turn to the right.
Ok, that's not funny. I know that. I'm just trying to find any way to make light of such a tragic situation. Oh, and to add insult to injury, my man Cooter, everyone's favorite Dukes character lost in his run for congress. What is this world coming to?
My friend Alex sent me a picture of her extra-cute son Felix at Halloween. My question is exactly what is he? Take for granted that he is adorable...but why? WHY? What is a disco octopus?!
Jersey sent me this picture:
How does Johnny Knoxville look hot wearing fresh fish? One of the mysteries of the universe.
Guerilla marketing/advertising - it pisses me off. Like those MSN butterflies. I don't know if you have seen them - people running around in groups of five, dressed in blue spandex with hoods and colored wings - but they look like morons. And while part of me feels bad for them - ie. its twenty degrees out and they are next to naked - I just think to myself , "how low do you have to get to think that being a human advertisement is a good idea?" And what about those stickers they put up in NY earlier in the week? Other wack markeing plans: Red Bull hired people to put empty Red Bull cans around hip clubs in London to get people to try it, or those actors posing as tourists for some cell phone company who are asking people to take their pictures with theirphones so that the innocent consumers can go "WOW! this is unbelievable! I need me one of these phones!"If you would like to join the game, are female and have a dog respond to this ad on craigslist. Oh but "NO PITTS OR ROTTIES SORRY"
"lose
yourself in the music, the moment, you own it
you better never let it go
you only get one shot
do not miss your chance to blow
cuz this opportunity comes once in a life-time, yo"
Oh! busted! with the Eminem! Nobody listens to techno...
November 4, 2002
Boy oh boy am I good.
Halloween Scary Book all done. Enjoy suckas.
Not everybody was Kung Fu Fighting - but these two definitely were.
November 3, 2002
I swear to God, I took a hundred pictures last night. They are of the same people over and over and over again. Now it is my job to sort through the rubish and put up a few select images that should sum up the entire Halloween festivities. God knows when I will get around to doing this so in the meantime watch the lamest Evil Kneivel jump ever from last night. Sorry Evil, it was pretty anticlimatic.
I would also like to point out that I am indeed covered in bruises as I fell last night not once, not twice.....actually I don't know how many times it was. It felt like all I did was stand up jump around and fall back down all night. I was wearing these super sexy high heeled boots that only make me look sexy when I am sitting. I tend to look like a clumsy lumberjack while walking in them. Or in the case of last night, slam dancing in them. Bad choice of footwear I must say.
Want more? Read October's archive.
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