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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

"The Continuing Saga of Blackbeard" by me.

Based on true accounts. Like Blair Witch.

You want more. Admit it.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

LOST and busting out my inner Party of Five emotions.

So my heart is breaking at break fast speeds because the final ever EVER episode of LOST is a mere hours away.

And that logo will swoop over the screen for the very last time and that swoosh will swoosh for the very last time and I'll sob. I know I'll sob.

Someone, somewhere asked the question - If you could have a MILLION dollars but could never know that outcome of LOST, would you take it? and at the time I was like "eff that!" but now-now I want the money because if I never see the ending then it never ends, right?

Oh my goodness, I'm clearly not thinking clearly.

I feel like Jack Shephard in the Season 3 finale.

Oh, thanks for reminding me, Jack. Here's what I'm gonna need. A drink and an old cell phone. And a beard. And a band-aid. I'm all hooked up on the stained wife-beater and the sweaty face.

Okay, because I can't let go, here's some random LOST I've pulled off the internet. Because that's what you do when you've been broken up with-- you act like an obsessive idiot.

Here we go! Feel free to cry with me and add along. Or write a blog yourself but you have promise to share with me.

I stole this from here.

Will the end of LOST kill me as much as this did?! Because I don't think I can take it. "But let's face it Charlie. You're gonna die"

Oh, Charlie Pace. You were my FAVE!!!!

And AW, Desmond!

Which brings me to Daniel Faraday - I hated you, Dude and then I loved you. And then you died, but then came back and I'm so scared that I will never see you again!

Oh silly LOST.

And now I just found out that once Dodger pitcher Jose Lima has just died. My heart aches!

Being crazy at LAX - The late, the hilarious Lima Time!

Today is too much.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Here. I made you a mixed tape.

School dances, mixed tapes and awkward smiles.

ANGST!

Angstiness is next to godliness and I should be in a John Hughes movie. I mean, for realzzzzzz.

So, because I like livin' on the awkward edge and angst is my favorite thing to watch- I've made you a mixed tape. It contains my feelings. Not in real life, but in imaginary life anyway.

Side A

-Patsy Cline - She's Got You

-The Zombies - She's Not There

-Bobby Vee - Take Good Care of my Baby

-Elvis Presley - Baby, Let's Play House

-The Supremes - The Happening

-Paul McCartney - Maybe I'm Amazed

Side B

-Simon & Garfunkle - Cecilia

-The Beatles - I Will

-Buddy Holly & The Crickets - Maybe Baby

-Elvis Presley - She's Not You

-The Shangri-Las - Remember Walkin' in the Sand

-Otis Redding - Try a Little Tenderness

So here's to wishes, yes? Angst just makes the heart beat stronger.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

I Want to Believe....but not be considered crazy and stuff.

Due to my huge mind-crush on Neil deGrasse Tyson and my thoughts that I could've been an astrophysicist if I'd put more effort into smarts and goals and less into collecting Beatles knowledge and posters, I came across this video.

It's about aliens, if they're out there and if we can hear their radio signals and all that. At first I was like, "Alright crazies. Go sleep on your loveseats and eat sunflower seeds and drink ice-tea, SETI, you Fox Mulder wannabes."

That's right, you heard me.

But! They're totally way cooler than my judgmental stink-eye gave them a minute to prove. Here's a link about the SETI Institute if you want to know more about them. You should click on it. Interesting stuff. In brief, they are looking into life outside our universe. Because really, it's INSANE to think that we are alone. It's naive, it's egotistical and just plain ridiculous. In my mind, anyway. And having said that, you now view me as this.

But I don't even worry about that though because, that dude Galileo? They laughed at his crap too, so- whatevs.

Now let me use this small window of your forgiveness to come clean. I've seen a UFO.

I'll deny it later.

It looked like this.

But it wasn't in Santa Monica, and it wasn't on the ground, you sneaks. It was up in the sky and it hovered and then it flipped the way you imagine a UFO to be and then it shot off faster than fast. And then I went inside my house, tucked my head under my pillow and cried and taped my butt closed. I thought they were coming back for me.

How old was I, you ask? Like 20. What's it to ya?! I know what I saw.

So, where in my silly tale was I? Oh yeah, despite all of this, I don't believe in the whole AREA 51 crap.

(Did that just get me put on an FBI list?)

I don't believe in that whole Independence Day, MIB, ALF stuff.

At least I don't think I do. I mean, if it were true, and the government knew about it, wouldn't they put more money into space research? Because I think that's not happening. And wouldn't there be a lot more interest in wormholes and all that?

And if they do live among us, these aliens, why aren't they immediately exploded or crushed or killed by the atmosphere/ gravity/ bacteria of Earth? It doesn't make any sense. And how- in this sky that is so heavily guarded by everyone looking for a war fight, how do we as a human race not see one of these metal beasts coming?

So if I don't believe aliens have visited us, how do I explain the UFO that I saw? Because I did see it. There's not a doubt in my soul that it was a UFO. And I'm not the only one. (Badum bum)

“On August 23^rd, at 9 o’clock, I saw a U.F.O. – J.L.”

And if wormholes and all that jazz do exist, I'm using you as my constant. (Silly LOST reference. Pardon my fangirl moment.)

When that SETI business actually pans into something real, what then? Or if that UFO I saw really turns out to be real, what then? Because none of us knows.

But what then? Because even if we do figure out that those shiny things in the sky were made by Greg Brady in his kicky, attic bedroom and that the tugging on the edges of the universe is just some grandmother somewhere working on her knitting, what does it really matter? Does it change us? I mean, I guess it changed for all those flat-world believers, right?

And maybe the idea that the universe is a flat plane with edges to tug doesn't make sense. Maybe it's a round thing. And maybe it's just bouncing. And maybe it's just an atom in a cell in a plant under the ocean.

Okay, that's enough for my little brain for now. It hurts. How's about some Kids in the Hall?

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Where is that special someone to stop me when I'm about to post something like this.

Hunk. YES!!! This is exactly my life story! I don't even need to write it anymore because it was already written for me in 1987. Or maybe earlier, probably. Hot!!!

I cannot be the only one to have ever seen this movie. It's on imdb for goodness sakes. (And it has a wiki and an AllMovie overview. So there. Pssh.)

Although, when you look at the imdb, there's only one memorable quote.

Hunk Golden: I finally meet a beautiful woman and she wants me to bomb Pearl Harbor. Talk about romantic.

Whatever, that's deep.

Anyway, this awesome film is about some nerd dude who strikes a deal with the devil and becomes HUNK hot. Hunk Golden, actually.

Mayhem goes down. Mayhem ALWAYS goes down when you strike deals with the devil. He wants your soul and who can fight the devil? He bought it, dude. Say "hasta luega, soul and also devil who has my soul" 'cause that thing is an Eternal Flame.

Trailor, anyone? Yeah, well, I can't find it. Word of warning though- when looking for it on youtube (as I know you want to do) prepare yourself for porn, 'cause... well, porn pops up. If that's your gig, you're welcome. My devil work is done.

I told you this was my life story!

So in leu of a Hunk trailer, here's Eternal Flame.

Again, you're welcome.

Is the "HUNK" license plate available yet?

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Wait, oh yes wait a minute Mr. Postman - otherwise known as The Postcard Project.

It all started innocently enough. I was Beatle surfing. I do this from time to time, and I came across this Ringo book called Postcards From the Boys (which lolz).

And so I started thinking about when I used to send postcards to my roommates. From my apartment. And how much that made me laugh. I don't think anyone else laughed.

Sending postcards is a lost art. Mail is a lost art. It's all Earth-Friendly and green and electronic and BORING now. So in honor of Earth Day, let's start the Postcard Project! (I'm gong to H-E-double hockey sticks maybe, also).

So here's what I'm thinking. And please chime in with ideas. I'm going to start up a new blog where anyone who wants to play is invited and can upload the postcards they get to the blog. You can hide your address of course. Like an art project!

Awesome, right?

So now, what to call it?

-The Postcard Project?

-SWAK (Sealed with a Kiss)?

-Pen Pals?

-Something else?

Look. Here's one from Paul McCartney to Ringo. You know this is a cool idea!

The floor is yours. Where do we begin?

UPDATE!!! We have lift-off. A tumbly --> http://postcardsproject.tumblr.com/ I have no idea what I'm doing and I may have to invite you via email to post things to it. No idea. So, yeah, if you have knowledge in the tumblr arena, that would be totally rockstar.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Rock and Roll at the Hollywood Bowl

I know I know I know I know I know. I owe you all a Paul McCartney story. Even those of you who don't want to know, I owe you espesh, because I'm like that.

I have been muted by Paul's amazingness. It's been a week and a half since the Hollywood Bowl show and I have nothing to say of any smarts.

HE WAS AMAZING.

HE WAS CHARMING.

HE WAS HILARIOUS.

....he was a Beatle!...!...

So, the thing of it was, I was cool, calm collect when I was just seeing the dude from Wings. He rocked it. He was all kinds of rock star.

Then he sang "All my Loving" and I lost my mind!

I went from seeing "the dude from Wings" to seeing an friggin', honest to god Beatle.

SWOON.

How do I talk about that? How do I put that into words?

There was a woman on the tram sitting next to me on the way there that had seen McCartney five times. And as she told me this she began to cry. I'm sitting there ready to throw-up or faint and she's crying. We bonded over our stupidness. I know lady. I know!! Hugs!! Then she tried to hook me up with her son. Thanks no.

Helter Skelter sounded as hard core as it did on record in 1968. Paul is 67 years old.

I guess just some pictures I took right? Okay. They suck, but okay.

The bus ride to the show.

I'm a bad picture taker.

Too bad I had the shaky fist, this picture would've been sweet.

"I'll take a bottle of wine, please. Can you put that in a bum's cup. I don't want to look too classy."

Said bum's cup.

Is that Slash?!

Me chilly and freezin' and representin' Wings! with wine!

You can see the Hollywood sign up there in the left-handish corner.

Lights!

If you could see it, you would know that there is a rad photo-collage of Paul's life going on. Since you can't see it, I'll tell you that our Cabo picture was in there. Thanks Paul!