a angry soul classic just played on 10 @ 10

they smile in your face
all the time they wanna take your place
the backstabbers

heaven forbid you'd have to think

"Sundance is weird. The movies are weird — you actually have to think about them when you watch them."

— Britney Spears, on the Park City, Utah, film festival

grab a beer and turn on cnn!

state of the union drinking game

union of the state

so tonight we will listen to the state of the union address on npr (since we don't have a cable connection any longer). that's okay because if i had to actually listen to gw's voice and look at his face, i'm not sure i would make it through the whole speech. as it is, his voice, inflection, and down-home delivery sometimes make me want to throw up. i still may not make it all the way through, but i'll probably last a little longer.

but i'm curious to listen to what what he says about the impending war in/on iraq. i mean-tons of people (and countries) are against it, but i'm convinced he will have his war one way or another. i'm very curious to listen to what he says try to to justify it.

interestingly enough, i was reading an article in a new yorker mag about how this guy did this huge internet survey to find the funniest joke. previously, the same man did a research project to figure out in what instance can people most detect that someone is lying-in person, tv or radio. radio won. after i read that, i couldn't WAIT to listen to the shrub on the radio again. HA!

sometimes, my disgust with our president amazes even me. i've never felt this way about other republicans. i mean, yeah, they bug me, and their pontificating about family values, reducing taxes for the wealthy, right to life, etc., makes me want to hurl, but they don't make me nearly as angry as gw does occaisionally.

people with lots of disposable income

what i wanna know is, who is actually going to buy one of these? and where will they ride it?

blame it on the new york times

sorry, but the first link below requires registration...

two links, and then i have got to get to work...

could this be the beginning of the end of frivilous lawsuits? i really hope so but unfortunately, i think not.

mark your calendars kids! the colossal colon replica is a comin' to town!

yao vs. mini me

have you seen this?

r.i.p

another genius passes into the great beyond...

kitchikitchikitchi

feliz cumpleanos charo!

bus b.o. banned in bend

you should be dancin' yeah

rory and i did a little disco dancing to the saturday night fever soundtrack this weekend in honor of maurice gibb. she did the little bouncing up and down thing that toddlers do to resemble dancin, i did some of the moves i remember from jordan middle school dances...

just venting here

we just found out some disappointing news about a couple of our friends. i just don't get sometimes why people do such hurtful things to one another.

acronymania

wanna know what PRN stands for?
or VHS?
or maybe TARDIS? (yes, showing my geek roots)

this is so damn cool.

mark morford is god

these choice commentraries from yesterday's sfgate morning fix:

Note To Self: More Lavender On The Drug Money
Two women accused of growing marijuana in their homes made so much money they bought three neighboring houses so they could grow more plants. Prosecutors contend Kathleen Jenny and Virginia Erickson were the brains behind the $1 million pot growing operation that began in 1994 in their basements in Spokane, Washington. The women, both 59, agreed last week to plead guilty to money laundering and being the coolest goddamn moms on the planet anywhere, except for maybe those moms who give their daughters their own Hitachis when they turn 16 or the ones who still chill with some 420 and some Thievery Corporation whilst soaking in the hot tub and letting the well-adjusted kids use the car to go to the rave. The business was so successful that the women eventually involved their husbands and bought the three other neighborhood homes in which to grow more pot. Investigators learned of their activities last summer when a bank teller called police to say that the women's cash deposits smelled like marijuana, because bank tellers in Spokane are just that sneaky and uptight and in desperate need of a smack upside the head and/or a few ounces of premium reefer theirownselves, I mean Christ, what sort of world is it where the bank teller is sniffing your money and calling the cops and narcing on everyone and what's next, sniffing my deposit slips for traces of opium and illegal truffles? Back off, Becky.

That's Lavigne As In, Duh OK Whatever
Ground control to Avril Lavigne: It's David Bowie, like doughy -- not Bowie, like Howie. That's how the 18-year-old Canadian singer pronounced the veteran rock star's name when the Grammy nominations were announced Tuesday. Lavigne was helping announce the nominees for best male rock vocal performance at Madison Square Garden when she made the gaffe, pronouncing Bowie's name like "Howie." When an AP reporter told her afterward that she'd flubbed Bowie's name, Lavigne said: "Oops! I knew that was going to happen, I knew I was going to pronounce someone's name wrong." She was forgiven the gaffe, however, as her own last name has proven difficult for some, who mispronounce "Lavigne" as "Annoying overrated faux-punky sorta undereducated skater chick who is admittedly a helluva lot cooler than Britany but who will still probably be obsolete in year if she's not careful and by the way Iman could snap you like a twig so show a little respect, yo, word."

and let me tell you, if you aren't subscribed to the morning fix newsletter, well, damnit, you really should be.

let me entertain you

so over the winter break from work, i got back into reading. yes, i have been diligently trying to catch up in my new yorker magazine pile, and yes, that does involve reading, but i'm talking about books. i got a few as christmas presents, and that started me off! first i read the lovely bones by alice sebold. don't be put off by the fact that it's from the perspective of a 14 year old girl who is raped and murdered. that part of the story is (mercifully) brief, and not too descriptive. it was a really good read, and hard to put down. i also read the girl with the pearl earring by tracey chevalier-also a good story that was well written. it's a very cool concept to take a painting and make up a story about its subject. plus, it provides a little historical background to holland at the time of vemeer. now i vow to read a new yorker, then a book, then a new yorker, and so on.

i also saw two movies while brian was off playing hockey (hockey nights are my nights to rent videos of movies that brian would never want to see). i saw lovely and amazing-a sweet little slice of life film. nothing earth shattering, just the story of four women from the same family who problems just like the rest of us. it's got catherine keener and brenda blethyn in it, plus jake gyllanhaal (or however you spell it). he's a little hottie for sure. then i rented kissing jessica stein-a great flick about the single life in new york and trying to meet people and going outside yourself to try different things. plus the leads wear some FANTASTIC clothes/outfits in it. made me want to go shopping for some leather pants and cute dresses. if only i had long legs....and a place to wear stuff like that. as you might imagine, you don't see many leather pants wearing folks in the upper valley.

on one of the tapes, i saw a preview of secretary, which i had heard a lot of good critical info about, but not really seen anything of what the story was. now i can't wait for it to come out on video!

southern style

this is a good read, made even more impressive by the fact that the writer is a former republican from tennesee. keep hope alive!

stop! in the name of an extreme DUI

okay okay, so i know this is all over the internet by now, but the police report on diana ross' DUI is too funny...

run lola run

also, i signed up for the half marathon again this year...hoping i have enough time to train properly and that other things don't get in the way of doing the run in june.

back to life...

it's been a wild couple of days. last night i went to sleep around 9, after 2 days of just getting into bed around 1 AM. after MONTHS of going to sleep no later than 10 pm, that can really slow you down. not to mention drinking more than a few glasses of wine along the way. but hey, i was smart, i had at least one glass of water (sometimes 2) with every glass of wine. i have had my fair share of new-years-day-never-leave-the-couch hangovers and don't care to have any more, thank you very much.

we went out to simon pearce for a wonderful dinner on monday night. i have to say i was looking mighty fetching in my new skirt and retro sweater i got for christmas. plus, at the new year's party, i got to wear my betsey johnson red sweater with ostrich feather neck for the first time since i got it about a year ago. hooray for dressing up and not having to wear a nursing bra with your party clothing!!