Archive for February, 2006

happy mardi gras pants!!!!

Published by
Sarah
February 28, 2006 in culturelux and tasty business. 1 Comment

[this track brought to you by josh's summer mix]

i wish i was eating king cake right now.

if you don’t know what king cake is, i am v. v. sorry. but here is a picture of a particularly good-looking one:

holy crap i’m hungry.

so, somewhere in that king cake, there is a tiny pink plastic baby that
you may or may not accidentally swallow. if you don’t swallow it, it
means that you win!!!

what do you win?

the responsibility of bringing the next king cake. awesome, i know.

at least, that’s how it worked when i was a little kid in lafayette,
louisiana. i specifically remember one day at lunch in kindergarten. i
had been wanting to get the baby for soooo long, but it always went to
someone like colin borden, who wouldn’t appreciate it AT ALL and would
probably do something v. gross and inappropriate with the baby. but on
that glorious day, i was cutting into my piece of delicious cake and–
lo and behold!!!– i saw a tiny pink arm sticking out!!!! hurrah!!!!!!
victory, at last!!

of course then my mom had to go buy a king cake for our whole kindergarten class the next week. but you know, them’s the rules.

you may be surprised to learn that i actually remember this, given the
fact that i can’t remember my own middle name (wait… that’s a trick
question, isn’t it?!). but when it comes to FOOD, fabulous food, my
memory is sharp as a tack.

and tacks are sharp!!!

and here’s something i just tacked on to this post:

“happiness isn’t normal.”

i have to admit, i was super interested in reading this article (just watch the ad and you can read it for free w/o salon premium) about a new book by psychologist steven hayes, get out of your mind and into your life.

but… um… yeah. it’s disappointing.

has anyone read this book?

at any rate, i think i’m ready for lent. which is cray cray.

a transcontinental drunk dial

Published by
Sarah
February 24, 2006 in pantship. 0 Comments

i just received my first transcontinental drunk dial, so i had to post about it. obvs.

the ever-fabulous amber and ever-marvelous lizzie are currently keeping themselves warm
with lotsa wine in a restaurant in paris… and they wanted me to know
that they love and miss me.

and also they wanted to tell me about how amber’s door got filed down
by her landlord so now rapists can get in. and that the party tomorrow
night is gonna be cray cray with an 8 hour ipod playlist. and that
amber was really good at being sober when the waitress came by so as
not to be thrown out. and that lizzie got lost in a cemetary. and that
amber used a certain word that she now denies. and that amber really
wants…

well, some drunk dialing information must remain private.

all i can say is that i was suddenly transported from my bo-ring desk
in austin to an intimate (if loud) table in paris by the bubbling
voices of two girls i adore.

yeah, my friday is made.

drunk dialing across time zones rules. xoxo to my lovely, life-loving (and wine-loving) parisan ladies!

BREAKING NEWS!!!!!!!!

Published by
Sarah
February 21, 2006 in tasty business. 0 Comments

the subject of this post makes me want to shake my ass. a lot. so this song is helpful.

ok, well, it’s not really breaking. but i would be a bad, bad person if
i didn’t let all of you know this V. V. important piece of
life-changing information:

YOU CAN BUY CADBURY EGGS NOW!!!!!!

i know!!!!!!!!! this is so exciting!!!

some of you may recall my post last year re: easter candy (including
the photo of the super awesome cadbury eggmobile, or whatever it’s
called).

this year, i went straight to the source for some fascinating information about my MOST FAVORITE holiday candy OF ALL TIME.

fyi, it helps to read this post while eating a cadbury egg (for full effect).

and if you are a busy pants, just skip down to the “positioning” segment. cos it rules.

here we go!!

Image of The Eggmeister Returns PosterImage of The Eggmeister Returns PosterImage of The Eggmeister Returns Poster

(ok, that slogan is terrible. but maybe the british think it’s funny. those cray cray brits!)

Image of boxes of Cadbury Creme Egg

holy crap, i can’t stop salivating! seriously, this is gross.

History

Cadbury Creme Egg was introduced by Cadbury
brothers in the early 1920’s�and was first available in 1923, but the
Creme Egg as we know it today was not made until 1971.

[god bless the cadbury brothers]

Positioning

Dip in the goo to unleash your naughty, playful side!

[um, WHOAH!!!! although i cannot deny that cadbury eggs do have a powerful effect]

Advertising

There have been several major Cadbury Creme Egg campaigns.
“Shopkeeper” campaign of the 70’s in which a boy asks for 6000 Cadbury Creme Eggs.
“Irresistibly” campaign showing characters prepared to do something unusual for a Cadbury Creme Egg.
1985: The “How Do You Eat Yours?” campaign begins.
1990-1993: The first TV Advertising campaign to feature the “How Do You
Eat Yours?” theme. This was achieved through the zodiac signs.
1994-1996: Spitting Image characters continued “How Do You Eat Yours?”
1997-1999: George Dawes from Reeves & Mortimer Shooting Stars.
2000-2003: The “Pointing Finger” campaign.
2005: ‘The Eggmeister Returns’ campaign

[i want to see the "how do you eat yours?" campaigns... forget about the eggmeister crap].

Did you know?

If you laid all the eggs made on the Creme Egg plant end to end,
they would stretch all the way from the Bournville factory in
Birmingham UK to Sydney in Australia - that’s 12,000 miles.

[I DID NOT KNOW THAT!]

The Cadbury Creme Egg plant at Bournville can produce more than 1.5
million eggs per day. It is the best selling confectionery item between
January 1st and Easter; over 200 million are sold annually, 3 for every
person in the UK.

[um, duh. except for only 3 per person? hmm. that number seems waaaay too low]

so, yay!!! happy cadbury egg time!!

the usage of ridiculously cute pictures to communicate actual and v. deep feelings: an experiment by posh d.

Published by
Sarah
February 17, 2006 in this post will conform to no category!. 1 Comment

this song reminds me of neil diamond. maybe it’s all the ba ba ba’s.
p.s. you may recall this track from le road trip mix.
p.p.s. you may also see mr. benson making an appearance on the upcoming winter mix…

oh friday, it’s nice to see you.

for the past two weeks, i’ve been sickly. and i say sickly cos it fluctuates. but really, what i mean is, THIS IS GETTING OLD.

ma, i think i’ve got the… (tiny, pitiful gasp for breath)… consumption.

here’s me:

hemehhhhh.

but internally, i am feeling an improvement. slight, fragile, but trying.

also thinking a lot about this week’s free will horoscope:

In his book And They All Sang, Studs Terkel interviewed jazz
trumpeter Dizzy Gillespie. “When people say, ‘I don’t understand your
music,’” reported Gillespie, “I say, ‘Don’t try to understand it, just
try to feel it.’” That’s excellent advice to keep in mind as
you weave your way through the complicated, uncanny, revelatory weeks
ahead. Full comprehension of the meaning of this era may not be
available until later. But that won’t be a problem if you live your
life as if it were a song you love.

yeah… it’s cheesy. but so am i.

and this idea, i don’t think it’s an easy one. in fact, right now i’m
hungry, and i’m tired of being sick, and the idea of trying to live my
life like some freaking song makes me feel like this:

seriously. throw me a bone here.

BUT

but but but

the internal optimist in me imagines that, some day, hopefully soonish, i might feel something like this:

i’m ready to roll around in some green, green grass.

spring? are you coming or what?

yay yay valentine pants!

Published by
Sarah
February 14, 2006 in culturelux and pantship. 1 Comment

lovely petra cover of a classic love song


i luuuuurve valentine’s day. it could be cos of the sugar. it could be
cos people feel more ok about saying the word “love.” or it could be
that it gives me the excuse to be AS CHEESY AS I WANT and no one can
stop me.

you may not know this, but i am extremely cheesy. hilary tells me that i have my own float in the pride parade.

i’m so cheesy that i post pictures like this

and feel no shame.

lots of SQUEEEEEEEEEEE, but no shame.

at any rate, the linked song at the top is purrrrfect for v-day, cos
it’s not necessarily about romantic love. it’s about realizing that you
have people in yr life that rule, that have supported you and laughed
with you and laughed at you and eaten pie at 3 AM with you and thrown
spontaneous dance parties with you and sent you a postcard just when
you needed it and texted you a billion times in one day and sent you
mix cds that make you cry and called you from across the ocean just to
talk about what clothes to wear… well, you get the picture.

you people, you know who you are. and today i celebrate you.

ok i’ll stop before i get all teary.

ANYWAY

i also celebrate totally AWESOME love notes. especially this one, sent to me today by found magazine (found in portland, maine):

Listen, I’m writing you ’cause we are in a public place, you’re so pretty it makes me shy, and hopefully it will mean more.

1. �I’ve been heartbroken/celibate for a year
2. �Tired of being lonely at times
3. �I want a girlfriend, lover, best friend, someday wife.

So if you’re not in love or married, let me win your heart.

I promise to give you lots lots x lots lots of orgasms.
I promise to give you lots lots x lots lots of caring.
I promise to give you lots lots x lots lots of loyalty.
I promise to give you lots lots x lots lots of good-heartd fun.

If you’re interested call me [phone number], email me [email]

Don’t think I’m some nut. �NOT.

I just don’t know pick up lines nor would I use them if I did.

I’m a good person. �I have good Christian love.

And I am worthy.

- Blaine

oooh blaine. i have good christian love, too.

and if you’re feeling extra sassy pants, try out these hip new v-day words from daily candy:

amoraphobia
n. an irrational fear of Valentine’s Day.

blue bawls
n. an emotional, romantic version of flirting that leaves you feeling sad and crying.

bud light
n. the blatantly cheap flower selection from a guy who needs to be dumped ASAP. (How was your V-Day? Bud light.)

carniwhore
n. a girl who puts out for carnations.

do-or-diamond
adj. as in, if I don’t see a ring today, he’s dead to me.

long-stem posers
n. people who send themselves flowers from a “secret admirer.”

lote
v. to walk the thin line between love and hate. (I lote Johnny. One day he’s a dollface; the next he’s a total wanker.)

ménage�à flaws
n. when you crash your friend’s Valentine’s Day date only to talk about all your relationships gone wrong.

PDR
n. public display of rejection: when your valentine takes you somewhere lovely only to break your heart in front of strangers.

Valentiny Tim
n.�a man whose masculinity is put in question by his overenthusiasm for V-Day. (I mean, I don’t expect him to be a Valentiny Tim, but he could at least try to hide his total amoraphobia.)
happy valentine’s day pants to you, xangaland! stay sweet.

confessions from the gym

Published by
Sarah
February 8, 2006 in culturelux. 0 Comments

gorgeous massive attack cover


ok, so:

the plethora of televisions in front of the elliptical machines allow
me to watch things like CNN and local news while i’m working out. so i
can be all upons current events.

but what do i choose to get addicted to?

thanks to TNfuckingT, i’m hooked on “judging amy.”

i swear to god, i hate this show.

but i CAN’T HELP MYSELF. it’s on, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, every freaking
day. with closed captioning, so i can read all of the
heartwrenching/warming dialogue.

so what’s even worse than being addicted to this show?

the fact that TNT chooses to show the episodes COMPLETELY OUT OF ORDER.

so yesterday, i was all swept up in gillian’s crisis over whether or
not to take ned (the adopted baby) back, and i couldn’t WAIT to get to
the gym today to find out if she made the right choice (and i had no
idea what that was, cos it was so gutwrenching).

so i’m on the machine, the show comes on… and it’s lou diamond
philips (actually, it wasn’t. i thought it was for a minute, but then
realized it was another native american guy, and then i felt extremely
racist and increased my rate of speed to sweat the guilt out) playing a
lawyer defending some kid who apparently stole a gun, scaled the wall
of a local zoo, and shot an 18 year-old yak fondly named “zak” by the
zoo staff.

no, i’m not making that up. i read it with my own eyes (although i
admit i was momentarily distracted by a red lobster ad on one of the
other screens).

WAIT!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO NED? what if he’s crying his little baby eyes
out in foster care? or what if he’s back with his deadbeat mom? what if
he’s been adopted by brad pitt and angelina jolie?!!

GAH. i couldn’t take the suspense. so i waited to hopefully catch a glimpse of ned in one of the scenes… to no avail.

then i realized that i was lengthening my workout just to see more of the show.

and that made me feel v. v. sad.

until i saw this picture on the internet.

YAAAAAAY!!!! ned! family! love! smiling! and a teddy bear!!!!

i feel so much better.

completely ashamed of myself, but better.

startling discovery a.k.a. khaki riches & cookie dreams!

Published by
Sarah
February 7, 2006 in culturelux. 1 Comment

fantastic cover also feat. ben gibbard (and maybe connor? eh?)

so, the other night, hilary
and i were indulging in a little “troop beverly hills” action. now, for
those of you with a penis, you may not be aware of this INCREDIBLE GEM
of a film. for those of you who watched it about a billion times at
various slumber parties but have forgotten about it due to too many
games of “light as a feather, stiff as a board,” here’s a little
reminder:

I KNOW, RIGHT?!!!!

remember that awesome tina turner-esque song called “cookie time”?!!!!

remember when shelley throws her hat down in front of the broken bridge
and screams, “JUST ONCE… I WOULD LIKE TO GO THE DISTANCE!!”

remember how much you hated those fucking red feathers?

remember jenny lewis?!!!!!!!!

yeah, i didn’t either. as the film begins and the credits roll, hilary
says, “hey look, jenny lewis… why does that name sound familiar?”

at this point i TOTALLY START FREAKING OUT. because HELLO, jenny lewis
as in RILO KILEY! as in, one of my new favorite albums!! as in, jenny
lewis who i will see in concert v. v. soon!!!

now, i may be the last person on the planet to figure this out.
probably cos i don’t read music magazines or weird child star websites
(of which they are plenty, as i’ve just discovered). but hello?!!
that’s crazy!!

i mean, look. here’s the sweet hannah neffler, mature and wise beyond
her years as she patiently waits for her ridiculous parents to finally
get back together while learning the values of friendship and jewelry
appraisal:

and here is jenny lewis with the fabbity fab watson twins (and a very delicious looking sundae! gah. talk about distracting):

and now i feel like jenny lewis is the connecting thread between my
childhood and “adult” life… from cheesy 80’s movies to indie rock…
jenny lewis, thanks for connecting my dots, even when i didn’t know it.

WILDERNESS GIRLS RULE!

[i'm thinking about shouting that at the show... i'll let you know what happens. i hope there are cookies involved]

p.s. for some reason, i feel like i must make it clear that i’m *not* a
huge rilo kiley fan. i mean, they’re ok. but what i’m *really* into is
jenny’s new solo album. just to be, you know, crystal.

nearly nekkid

Published by
Sarah
February 3, 2006 in this post will conform to no category!. 0 Comments

my favorite track, so far.

love casts out fear. do you believe this? i do. i’m trying. and my friends remind me.

but hey, it’s friday, not a time for serious post pantsing!!!

instead i will direct you to a super fun website about ALMOST naked animals. and no, it’s not porn. grrroooossss. please. it’s more like this:

tee hee.

the octopus is my faaaaaavorite!!! but i can’t post an image of him, cos it’s flash. stupid flash.

you can join their fanclub and get a super secret name!! i did. but i can’t tell you my name. sorry.

no, really. I CAN’T TELL YOU MY SUPER SECRET NAME. STOP BEGGING ME! gah.

a v. special episode of “full house”

Published by
Sarah
February 1, 2006 in cray. 2 Comments

ok, i’m sorry, i can’t help myself. i have to post this article about little stephanie from “full house” overcoming her meth addiction:

“The tabloid press reported a three-day bender as well as an
intervention staged by her Full House castmates — including the
Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen, John Stamos and Bob Saget. “

josh’s awesome response:

“Finally, the Full House reunion we have all been clamoring for.�
Bonus:� it would be a ‘very special episode’ of Full House in which
steffie beats her crystal meth addiction.� Saved by the Bell only had
the courage to give Jesse a pep pill addiction.”double true, josh.

 

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