Archive for September, 2007

friday mishmash

FRIDAY! FINALLY! you’re HERE! what took so long?

has this week lasted for AGES OF TIME or what?

a few things that make today’s friday even better:

1) meredith sent me a package of “the office” office stuff!!! my work space is now more efficient with the addition of: 1) office magnets with quotes such as “i (red heart) jim,” “waazuup” and “that’s what she said.” 2) a dunder mifflin notepad, which i have ALREADY used today (obvs, i really needed it). 3) a DWIGHT SCHRUTE HEAD STRESS BALL. this is the most amazing thing EVER! when i experience a high level of anxiety, exasperation or frustration, i can squeeze dwight’s head until i feel better. FACT: this is the best way to relieve stress that has ever been invented. FACT: meredith rules.

2) so, they just opened a starbucks in the student union. i know, i know, corporate coffee kills local business, blah blah blah. but seriously, the local place across the street? they are CLOSED during the summer. and they only take cash. so, i’m sorry, but i really have no other choice than to go to starbucks. obviously. anyway! the union is RIGHT by my building. which means i’m about to lose, oh, about $100 a month due to my drug habit. so far, i’ve only been twice (APPLAUD MY SELF RESTRAINT). today, i decided to time how long it takes me to walk over there, get a latte, and walk back.

guess how long it took.

guessguessguess!!!!! Continue reading ‘friday mishmash’

how to defeat the forces of evil inside yr printer

today’s post came to fruition due to two factors:

1) while i tried to print name tags for an upcoming work event, my printer decided to PLAY THE DEVIL’S GAMES WITH ME by repeatedly printing the same page over and over again for no other reason than PURE EVIL and then, sensing that i still maintained one final shred of sanity, decided to eat the name tag paper so that not only would i not have enough to actually produce the correct amount of tags but i would also have to spend an hour trying to dig a scrap of paper out of the printer’s FLESH BURNING region until my fingers were scorched and i felt like dropping the printer over the nearest overpass so i could destroy it before my entire soul was consumed by HATRED.

2) erik sent me an email that made me go SQUEE and forget all about my encounter with satan’s office toy.

therefore, i am simply copying the pictures from this email and adding my own comments to hopefully ward off any Influences From the Dark Lord that you may have experienced in yr own office space.

From Caterpillar to Butterfly: A Squee Transformation

or

A Glimmering Ray of Hope for Fugly Teenagers

i’ve actually posted a picture of this animal as a newborn on the blog before, because yeah, it’s really gross. so that may spoil the surprise for some of you. regardless, it’s pretty amazing to watch something go from a freaky squishy alien thing to a super cute ball of cuddles!!!! hey thanks, mother nature!

here we go!

yeah, i know. weird. it’s nose is, like, huge. in fact, if you put wire-rimmed spectacles on it, it would look like a little old man! hee hee!

ok, yeah, gross. STOP BEING SO PINK AND EYE-LESS! Continue reading ‘how to defeat the forces of evil inside yr printer’

fantastic fest reviews, part 2

you know, fantastic fest turned out to be a lot better than i thought it would. i figured, to be perfectly honest, that there would be one or two movies that i liked squeezed between a ton of torture porn, but i actually enjoyed every movie i saw (with the exception of spiral, as indicated earlier). the closest i came to peeing in my pants was out of EXCITEMENT, not sheer terror. so that’s good, except for the fact that i really don’t ever want to pee my pants, even if it’s out of pure joy and love and harmony with the earth.

princess

even though this film is animated, it is so INTENSE. and yet, it’s quietly intense, like a cigarette smoldering in a mattress until suddenly, the whole thing explodes. that’s exactly what happens in this movie.

check out the trailer here.

the basic premise: august, a missionary priest, returns home after his sister, christina, dies and leaves behind five year old mia. the hook is that christina was a porn star. like, a super famous, bigger (ha!) than jenna jameson porn star. august struggles to earn little mia’s trust while his hatred mounts towards the porn industry that ruined his sister. did i mention that mia had been abused? and did i mention that august may have been silently complicit in allowing christina to start doing porn in the first place? all of this pain and destruction and sadness is carefully balanced against mia’s sweet innocence (in spite of everything) and august’s earnest love for her.

my favorite character is mia’s stuffed yellow rabbit, multe (sp?). after august and mia finally learn to trust each other, multe comes alive! he doesn’t talk, but he bounces around a lot and makes funny expressions. I WANT HIM!

the coolest thing about this film might be the interspersed use of live action. august has a huge collection of video tapes of his sister and him, back in younger, more carefree days. whenever one of these tapes is put into the tv, the audience sees all of the characters in live action, “real” form. it’s extremely arresting to go from the beautifully colored animation to the grainy, coarse video tape, and back again.

there’s no way this movie won’t affect you. i saw it on a saturday afternoon, and it was tough to exit the theater into the sunshine of the day after beholding such a masterpiece of beauty, bleakness and human misery. the light seemed garish, somehow.

sex and death 101

ok, so i was reeeeeally excited about this movie. here is why:

1) patton oswalt is in it! and he was gonna be at the theater!

2) it was directed by daniel waters, who wrote “heathers”!! for serious!!

the basic premise: roderick blank (played by simon baker, who i actually hated in “the devil wears prada” but everyone seems to think is majorly handsome and is actually pretty charming in this movie) is days away from getting married when he receives an anonymous email with a list of every woman he’s ever slept with… and WILL sleep with. at first, he thinks it’s a hoax, but after the next two names on the list turn up in his life (and in his bed), he’s convinced that somehow, he’s been handed his destiny. he then ends up in this white room with three guys (patton, a dude from the wire and some other guy) who kind of oversee humanity. there’s some part about this machine thing computing destiny, which i didn’t really get, but this machine sent roderick the email, and now the three overseer guys are upset that destiny is being effed with. they tell roderick to forget the list, but of course, he can’t! meanwhile, winona ryder, as “death knell,” is preying on womanizing men (frat guys, porn industry types, etc.) by going on dates with them and then slipping them a drug that puts them in a coma.

yeah, it’s kind of a cray cray plot. but i actually think it works! i really enjoyed this movie– it was funny, it was weird, it was definitely a little twisted (although not as dark as “heathers”). plus, patton is HILARIOUS, as always. and attention fans of “felicity”: RICHARD IS IN THIS MOVIE!!!! I KNOW!!!! he only has a brief role, but it’s *perfect* for him.

before the movie, henri and i ran into patton in the hallway, where he told us that he and the other people from the movie (including simon baker, who got hammered and peppered the Q&A with questions about where he could watch the rugby game on tv) had just dined at wink, which, as you may know, is one of my favorite restaurants. and guess what? i’m the person who told patton about wink!!!! ok, maybe me and a few other people. but yeah! last year, when he was here to record his show, he wrote a myspace blog asking about posh austin restaurants, and i wrote back and told him to go to uchi and wink! cos i know my tasty business.

henri, being the nice boyfriend that he is, told patton that i was the one responsible for his meal at wink. so then patton thanked me! personally! i think i managed to say, “you’re welcome” or something equally as witty in return.

anyway

if you see this movie, i think you’ll like it. but it’s also confusing and convoluted and a little too impressed with itself. so i’m giving it three and a half pants instead of four.

postal

i can’t really review this movie, cos i fell asleep. but it had dave foley from news radio (and kids in the hall) and osama bin laden and trailer trash and religious cults and… yeah. i think this only proves that i have the unparalleled power of falling asleep under any circumstances (which i inherited it from my grandmother, who fell asleep during “star wars”).

son of rambow

FINALLY! we have reached my FAVORITE MOVIE FROM THE WHOLE FRICKIN’ FESTIVAL! I LOVE THIS MOVIE SO MUCH!!!!! in fact, just looking at the pictures from the movie makes my fingers seize up with SQUEE.

ok, but seriously, this movie is amazing. it’s not “cute,” even though the boys are adorable. it’s actually extremely compelling and imaginative and hilarious and just absolutely charming.

the basic premise: will, the lead character, has an incredible imagination, which is probably the byproduct of being raised in an ultra-conservative, sort of amish type community (he has to leave the classroom whenever they show anything on a TV).

ISN’T HE ADORABLE?!!!

anyway

will spends his days making colorful, fantastical drawings and mourning the death of his father… that is, until he meets lee carter. lee is definitely the boy who is ALWAYS getting in trouble. in fact, the film opens with him cycling through the town and making mischief, like throwing a volleyball at a guy trying to trim his tree (hilarious). through a series of events, lee blackmails will into being the stunt man for the movie he’s making for a youth film contest. will agrees, and while at lee’s house, sees “first blood” starring, of course, rambo. keep in mind that will has NEVER seen a movie before. ever. naturally, he thinks “first blood” is BRILLIANT and immediately starts drawing a story about the son of rambow (that’s how he spells it), which is basically him in search of his father. lee sees the book, thinks it’s great, and together they begin filling “the son of rambow.” eventually, other kids want in on the game, especially didier, a super cool metrosexual french exchange student.

there are so many great things about this film. here’s the short list:

1) there are no “annoying child actors.” i don’t know how the british do it, but it seems like all of the kids in U.K. films are always genuine and real and endearing. seriously, what is their SECRET? how come they get freddie highmore, while we’re stuck with hannah montana? doesn’t this constitute some sort of trade deficit?

2) in several sequences, will’s drawings come to life in a playful, sort of seussical way. i wish i could get that kid to come over and just draw on my walls. that would be awesome.

3) the movie is set in the 80s, so you’ve got plenty of great new wave music in the soundtrack. there’s one scene in particular when the boys finally get to enter the upperclassmen common room, and it’s packed to the gills with mohawks, eyeliner and patterned tights. it’s like john hughes on crack.

4) watching two young boys try to make a rambo-style movie is just really, really funny. and now i’m wondering, are there stunt children in the film industry? or did they just find really small people to fall off trees and fly into pits of tar?

this film is supposed to be released in the states early next year, which means YOU HAVE TO GO SEE IT.

you will thank me later, preferably with cookies.

!!!!!!!!!

kiltro

most of what i can say about the amazing marko zaror i already wrote in my review of “mirageman,” but i’ll go ahead and repeat myself: marko zaror is the most ass kickingist dude, ever.

“kiltro” is the first movie that marko and ernesto made together, and although it’s not quite as good as “mirageman,” it’s still pretty freaking amazing. plus, marko sports this sort of mullet punk haircut that is just… well, it’s awesome.

the basic premise: marko plays zamir, a street punk and gang member who is obsessed with kim, this super hot half-korean girl he once saved from two rape-hungry thugs. side note: the actress who plays kim has, literally, the coolest eyebrows i have ever seen. kim’s dad is a famous martial arts instructor, and one day this scary looking guy, max kalba (he looks like the evil prince in every cartoon ever) shows up to kill kim’s dad. through max’s apperance, zamir discovers that his dead father was once in a kung fu club with kim’s dad and a few other fighters. in order to save kim and her father, zamir undergoes intense training with two former members of the club, one of which is extremely yoda-esque.

the important thing to know about this movie is that you get to see marko kick major, major ass.

this man is a machine. and yet, he’s graceful. he’s like, a gazelle robot. or something.

anyway, i liked the blend of street fighting and “ancient kung fu” traditions in this movie. and seriously, that girl’s eyebrows! wow!


thus ends my review of fantastic fest 2007.

note: i made it through the whole festival without watching a full length horror movie. I WIN!

LINKS

this is the BEST THING YOU WILL SEE ALL DAY (besides this blog, of course). meet mick, the white koala! SQUEE! cue: mitch hedburg joke, re: infestation of koalas.

more amazing discoveries from scientists: men are happier than women. which obvs does NOT make sense. i mean, men can’t have periods! they can’t get pregnant and deliver a baby through a tiny hole! they don’t get to obsess as much about body image! honestly, i feel bad for them.

not only does this website have the best URL ever, but OMG ANIMATED GIFS!!! i haven’t seen those since i tried to build my own site on geocities.

so, the office premiere is only two days away. I CAN BARELY HANDLE IT! anyway, if you’re like me, you’re looking for any office fix you can get. even if it’s in a dark, dirty alley way.
google is sooo gonna de-friend facebook.

how to make a hard decision and feel good about it

club 8: whatever you want 

i know i said i would write more reviews today, but i’ve decided i’ll postpone more fantastic fest stuff until tomorrow.

instead, i want to talk about decision-making.

one of the reasons being a grown-up sucks is that you’re constantly faced with a variety of options, and you have to make a choice as an independent, well-informed adult. yr mom and yr dad aren’t there to tell you which laptop to buy or which person to go out with or where to move. and yeah, there’s definitely a positive side to that freedom, but still. it’s scary! it’s hard! sometimes, even at the age of 28, i want to come home and find my clothes laid out for me by my mom and my evening planned by my dad (on an excel spreadsheet, of course).

i’m not trying to be a baby here, i’m just saying that decisions can be a major pain in the boo-tay.

when faced with a choice, i usually spend *at least* several days fixating on it. and when it comes to Big Life Decisions, we’re talking, oh, years of overanalytical neurosis. even after i FINALLY reach a conclusion and act on it, i spend the next few days/weeks/years wondering if i made the right choice. but what if i done this instead? or what if i had taken this path? ROBERT FROST, CAN YOU HEAR ME? what happened at the end of yr road not taken? TELL ME.

the reason i’m going off on this tangent is because today, i made a decision. and it was a good decision. and i knew, within a minute of making it, that it was no doubt, hands down, one hundred percent the RIGHT decision.

and that NEVER HAPPENS!

so i’m going to tell you about it.

i went to a work meeting this afternoon about changes to the TOEFL test, which, as you may know, is a test for evaluating english proficiency. since i do admissions, i see scores from this test all of the time, so i figured it would be a good idea to go to the meeting.

this was the first good decision i made. but it wasn’t the absolute best, cos the meeting was boring and i kept doing that half-falling forward asleep thing and i left (early!) after an HOUR. zzzzz.

in spite of the craptastic nature of the meeting, i was v. pleased with myself for choosing to attend, cos guess what? there were cookies!!!!!! a big ole silver platter of baked delights!!!!

i eagerly approached the refreshments and noticed, with awe, that there were several choices.

folks, this is when things got ugly.

on this platter, there were:

oatmeal raisin cookies

chocolate chip cookies

white chocolate & macadamia nut cookies

lemon bars

brownies

i know, it was insane. like, HOW IS A NORMAL PERSON SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE BETWEEN SO MANY AVENUES OF DELICIOUSNESS?

this is when i had to make what was probably one of the biggest decisions of my life: which baked good should i select?!!!!

since there was a line behind me, i had to be quick (that kind of pressure can kill you). furiously, i performed a mental diagnostic of each item.

oatmeal raisin: no need to waste time on this! raisins are gross! NEXT!

chocolate chip cookie: chocolate would be GREAT right now. and if it’s soft and chewy? perfection. but what if it’s crispy? or worse, burned?!

white chocolate and macadamia nut cookie: that is a killer combo, no question. but am i in the mood for white or milk chocolate? my heart is saying MILK!

lemon bars: wow, these are pretty rare outside of church functions and bake sales. i really shouldn’t pass up this opportunity, but at the same time, am i feeling the lemon?

brownies: hellooooo chocolate! they look pretty fudgey, but maybe they might be overkill to my senses?

after evaluating all of my options, there still wasn’t a clear-cut winner. i would have to make a leap of faith. i would have to rely on my gut instinct and believe in myself!  inner voice of my tummy, i trust you!

and so…  i picked the chocolate chip.

it was a bold move, considering the fact that i had no chance to test its level of chewiness before selecting it. i then walked back to my seat, wondering if maybe i should’ve gotten the lemon bar. DANG IT!

finally, the moment of truth. i took a bite of the cookie… AND IT WAS AMAZING!!! it was soft and chewy and chocolately and ABSOLUTELY SATISFYING!

i knew, from my taste buds all the way to my tippy toes, that i had made the best decision. i felt so happy with myself that i wanted to send a text to the world: “OMG! WORLD! I PICKED THE RIGHT COOKIE!!!!!!”

ya’ll, there is no better feeling than basking in the sublime glow of a good decision.

so next time, when you’re faced with a dizzying array of choices, when you don’t know what to do, when you can’t fathom ever making up yr mind, remember to go with yr gut. trust yrself, because yr heart (or tummy) doesn’t lie.

i took the cookie less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

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i finally watched the first episode of gossip girl. yet another good decision.

apparently, exercise doesn’t make you skinny, it just makes you hungry. THANKS FOR NOTHING, SCIENCE!

this week’s modern love column, about an ex-boyfriend into body suspension, was surprisingly poignant for a story featuring the words “blood,” “hooks” and “stretched skin.”

fantastic fest reviews, part 1

mobius band: hallie

i spent most of my weekend at the alamo, watching random movies and looking for celebrities (ok, basically i was just waiting for patton oswalt to show up). even though fantastic fest is advertised as a sort of horror-based festival, there’s a surprising amount of movies for people like me, who would rather laugh or cry during a movie than pee in my pants out of sheer terror.

as yr friendly neighborhood blogger (i originally typed “blooger,” which reminded me of booger, which made me laugh. because i am nine years old), i thought i’d write up little reviews of all of the films i attended. obvs i am not a film critic, seeing as my favorite movie is “you’ve got mail,” which automatically disqualifies me from joining the Official Professional Film Critic Association. still, there are a few movies that i think you guys really need to see, whether they appear in theaters in the future or in yr netflix queue.

here we go!

finishing the game

this mocumentary takes place in 1973, shortly after bruce lee dies while filming “the game of death.” the producers decide to finish the movie (which they did in real life, too) and send out a casting call for “the next bruce lee.” the film follows several hopefuls as they prepare for and endure the audition. i have to say, this movie tickled my goofy bone. maybe it was the whole 70s thing, which the filmmakers really exploit (in a good way). example: one of the characters was on a buddy cop tv show, which looks a lot like the beastie boys “sabotage” video and features a cameo by james franco (swoon)! there’s also a white guy who claims to be half-chinese but has blue eyes and blonde hair (his slam poetry performance at some asian poetry night is a true highlight). and then there’s breeze loo (i know. har har), a Chinese celebrity who considers himself an actor rather than a martial artist (he doesn’t actually know any kung fu). Continue reading ‘fantastic fest reviews, part 1′

fantastic fest: launched by a gore cannon

last night, the alamo launched fantastic fest, officially described as “a week-long festival featuring the best in new science-fiction, fantasy, horror, animation, crime, Asian, and all around badass cinema.”

or, in pants language: a festival of horror movies, which sound utterly terrifying and i really don’t want to go to them but henri made me promise to see one in exchange for my badge and now i’m wondering if that was such a good deal, fantasy (MAYBE I WILL SEE A SNEAK PREVIEW OF GOLDEN COMPASS!! THAT WOULD BE AWESOME!) and random stuff that will probably constitute some pretty good blog posts.

last year, i only saw one movie at fantastic fest, but it was a doozy– the sneak preview of “pan’s labyrinth” (and since there weren’t any trailers out yet, i didn’t know about the baby eating eyeball hand guy! um, SURPRISE!). this year, i vowed to spend more time at the theater so i could fully experience the festival.

and by fully experience, i mean, watch a guy get splattered with blood and guts.

yes folks, that innocent-looking pair of white tubes is known as the Gore Cannon, and it can shoot entrails at targets up to 50 feet away. don’t believe me? watch this:

in case you can’t access youtube at work, or maybe you were too squeamish to hit play, here’s the effect of the gore cannon:

I KNOW!! G TO THE ROOOOSSSSS!!! sorry squeamish people. you didn’t hit play, but you had to look at this picture anyway. Continue reading ‘fantastic fest: launched by a gore cannon’

last day in upstate new york = five stars

what, just cos the wedding happened, you thought my new york entries were over? i’ve still got a full day to cover! and although there’s no margarita machine, we managed to make our last day in new york preeeetty awesome.

henri and i pulled out of piseco around noon and headed back toward syracuse. i was glad we had plenty of time before our flight, cos there’s nothing i love more (ok, well, besides pie and babies and a few other things) than driving through unfamiliar landscape and stopping whenever i feel like taking a picture or getting a closer look. i mean, that sort of serendipity is the secret ingredient to any successful road trip, although the other ingredient is a companion willing to let you pull over every 2.3 minutes (props to henri and my previous partner, meredith, the two best road trippers money can’t buy).

driving up and down route 8 feels like a bent-up postcard, or maybe an old country song on a scratchy AM station. the landscape stretches for miles without any sign of habitation, and then all of a sudden, you’re in the middle of a “village” or a “hamlet,” which i guess makes them too small to qualify as actual cities or towns. sometimes it’s only two houses and a trailer, other times it’s several houses in a row with lawn ornaments and a few ATVS parked out front. as we sped by on the road, i tried to sneak a glimpse through the ruffled curtains as i wondered what it feels like to live here, in the middle of nowhere, and have it be somewhere, just for you and yr family.

for example, if i lived near this place, i would soooo be a regular.

here at the bear path inn, we only sell LEGAL beverages. so if you come in lookin’ for absinthe, forget about it!

if i was a local, i’d come down for a (legal) beer, then take my chair outside to the backyard:

yeah, THAT is what’s hiding behind the bear path inn. and THAT is exactly why i like to get out of the car and explore. Continue reading ‘last day in upstate new york = five stars’

adirondacks, part 3: leaking canoes & margarita fountains

finally! the wedding!

on saturday morning, the air was cool and crisp. i stood on the porch, cleaning out my lungs and watching the guests take their seats:

a beautiful spot for a wedding, isn’t it?

wishing i could wear my long underwear under my dress (hey! leggings are in, right?), i huddled with henri, carol and mo for warmth. but then the wedding started, and i forgot all about my potential hypothermia.

amanda, bear’s sister, walked down the aisle with their father. doesn’t she look gorgeous?

i loved the orange and brown combination, especially against the green backdrop of the trees.

plus, in my opinion, you can do no wrong in flip flops.

and then, the bride! with her dad!

note: white flip flops. waaaay better than the decorated tennis shoes in “father of the bride.”

my attention was momentarily captured by a certain person sitting in front of me.

hi sophie!! hi hi hiiii!

ok, right, the wedding! people are getting married here! yes! Continue reading ‘adirondacks, part 3: leaking canoes & margarita fountains’

adirondacks, part 2: team lights!

saturday morning, i walked down to breakfast in my pink polka dot jim jams.

see, if you’re staying at a B&B, you have to make the most out of the fact that you can roll out of bed, pad down the stairs and sit down to a sumptuous feast of pancakes, waffles, bacon, coffee– all without lifting a finger or getting behind the wheel. i dream of a day when this happens every morning (clarification: without me having to move back in with my parents). i know it’s a stretch, but i believe in myself. i can take my passion and make it happen!

in the meantime, i packed my cutest pajamas cos i knew i’d been Seen In Public. thanks again to marc jacobs, cos i didn’t give a second thought to my awesome bedhead!

friday was the Day of Preparation. first on the list: fill lots of buckets with jelly beans.

next on the list: dump out all buckets and start over, cos we forgot the tissue paper.

don’t they look nice and festive?!

in case you were wondering (who wouldn’t?!), the flavors included: root beer (mm!), strawberry jam, latte, tangerine, grape and, tragically, roasted marshmellow, which is almost as disgusting as buttered popcorn.

i have to say, there’s something really fun about dropping jelly beans in buckets. maybe it was the whole camp atmosphere that was quickly developing, or maybe it was my life-long dream of being an oompa loompa, but i could’ve dropped jelly beans all day (ok, ok, maybe it was the sampling).

next task: string 2,400 lights up in the tent! Continue reading ‘adirondacks, part 2: team lights!’

adirondacks, part 1: remember me at liquor square

m. ward: to go home

guys, i’m back!

and i missed you!

i know, i’m such a nerd. but i really did!

first, let me just say that our weekend in the adirondacks was spectacular. the scenery was marvelous, the air was bracing, and we made a LOT of new friends. i can’t wait to introduce you to them!

early thursday morning (i mean, super duper butt crack of dawn early), henri and i caught a flight to syracuse, then rented a car to drive to peseco, a tiny little town in the adirondacks where his old college friend, bear, was getting married. i’ve never been to that part of the state, and i still can’t pronounce it without a bit of hesitation (”the ad… adra… ad…ir…ondacks?”), but needless to say, i was excited.

henri rented the car from alamo, cos he thought he was being funny. but the joke was on us, cos alamo gave us a burnt orange car. eh… hook ‘em?

you may be saying to yrself, “oh MY! look at that incredibly life-like mural behind henri! i feel as though he could simply walk down that quaint italian street at any moment!”

if he did, he’d have to watch out for this saucy little minx!

i love how the girl in the middle is visibly pissed off. like, “woman, take yr wine and yr slutty velvet dress and go back to ‘dynasty,’ where you came from!” Continue reading ‘adirondacks, part 1: remember me at liquor square’