Archive for November, 2007

“all i did was trade lunchables.”

sam sparro: black & gold

hellooooooo hello.

it’s friday, and man, have i got some faboo links for you guys. the internet could not CONTAIN itself today, and neither can i. especially cos i had a white chocolate peppermint mocha from starbucks. EEEEEEEEEEEE! p.s. please read to the end, cos i saved the best for last. you will NOT be sorry.

first, please watch this AMAZING news story about double dutch. yes, i mean jump roping. but when you think of jump roping, do you think of kids doing flips off of each other while a rope flies in their face? no. no you don’t. unless yr elementary school jump rope team repertoire consisted of more than jumping one hundred times in a row to a garth brooks song.

if you haven’t seen the newest snoop dogg video, um, you really, really should. especially if you’re into bed spaceships and 70s video effects –> aaaaaawesome. dear snoop, i think you just broke mtv.

thanks to hilary, i started reading a blog run by kirsten miller, who writes the kiki strike series. basically, it’s all about romantic mysteries, like cursed jewels and underground cities. check out this entry about the “connoisseurs of the parisian underworld,” who secretly restore architectural antiquities in the dead of night. my question: pardon moi, but are you guys accepting applications? CAN I PLEASE BE IN YR NOUVEAU HIP SECRET ART SOCIETY?

when BWE said this was the most terrifying PSA they had ever seen, i thought they were just being funny. and then i watched it. and then i screamed and almost died of a heart attack. which is really not good for my whole “act professional at work” thing. seriously, though. canadians do NOT mess around.

cuteness of the day: an endangered brazilian ocelot baby!!!!!!!

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOMGGGGGGGG

ok, you guys probably don’t watch the hills (i don’t either, really… ok does watching clips online count? it does, doesn’t it. SIGH OF SHAME), but this parody, featuring cutie mcgee james franco, is really really spot on. the way the girl widens her eyes is sooo audrina and… wow. i really have too much free time.

speaking of shame… um… so… i kind of like the new ashlee simpson song. I KNOW, I KNOW. YOU WILL NEVER TRUST MY TASTE IN MUSIC AGAIN. but seriously. it’s kinda good. it’s got this super 80s feel AND it was produced by timbaland. TIMBALAND. he’s got street cred, right? right? erm. well. just listen to the song, ok haters?

and finally, THE BEST VIDEO I HAVE SEEN IN FIFTY YEARS, a PSA about cooties. featuring kids. i would embed it, but i don’t know how (matt, heeeeeelp). please please please please just click on the link and watch it. because this is a serious health risk, and kids need to be informed. i’m talking especially to my doctor friends here. get the cooties shot… before… it’s… too… LAAAAAATE. p.s. the lunchables kid? TOTES ADORABLE.

girl scouts: it’s not just about the cookies (although the cookies are tasty)

although i’m feeling a little better, i decided to take the morning off, cos my couch is a lot more cozy than my desk chair. so i’m lying here (with blankets!), reading my blahgs, when i came upon this article about muslim girls in the US joining girl scouts. for them, it’s a way to be a part of american culture (and consequently be viewed as something other than “potential terrorist”) without necessarily cutting ties with their muslim heritage.

the article stirred up memories of my own involvement in girl scouts, which started when i got to be a daisy in kindergarten. when you’re a daisy, you wear a blue smock, like this:

it’s a good idea not to make the uniform too complicated, since five year olds will be wearing it. although if they ever decided to change the daisy “look,” i would recommend going for “fairy princess” or “pirate.”

and yes, my mother still has my blue daisy smock. i discovered it in her closet when i was back home, along with my entire junior girl scout uniform. i don’t know what happened to my brownie uniform (mom? where’s the love?!), but it looked something like this:

oh man! are those girls having fun or what?!!!

i have a lot of pictures like that– group shots of all of us decked out in our uniforms, smiling outrageously and involved in some sort of craft/camp activity. i loved girl scouts, not just cos i got to hang out with my friends, but because we actually *did* stuff.

i think the highlight of my girl scout career was when my friend kimberly’s dad took over as our troop leader. we had NEVER had a male leader before, and i was a little nervous. would we still get to bake muffins and make jewelry? our former leader, mrs. dunbar, was a large woman whose claim to fame (in my memory) was falling down at her daughter’s roller skating birthday party and breaking her arm. it was a compound fracture, so the bone was actually STICKING OUT of her skin. this information flooded the girl scout gossip mill for at least two weeks.

anyway, it turns out that kimberly’s dad was the COOLEST MAN IN THE UNIVERSE (ok, besides my dad). looking back, i realize that phil (i had never called a grown-up by his/her first name before) was actually a huge, huge hippie. and i think you can see why that would make him a totally awesome troop leader. we learned how to make all kinds of crazy things and roasted fish using holes in the dirt and wove friendship bracelets with beads and yarn and camped like dirty urchins with bandanas and basically recreated haight-ashbury, 1967 (SANS the drugs, people. sans the drugs). it totally ruled.

then i got a little older and had to move up to the junior level. i was relieved about the wardrobe change (i look SO much better in green), but i soon discovered that being a junior scout was, well, a lot more INTENSE. badges were *serious* and selling cookies was Big Business.

whoah.

i think i only lasted about two or three years as a junior scout. and it wasn’t just cos of the knee socks. my friends started quitting to pursue careers in band, choir and horseback-riding. suddenly, being a girl scout wasn’t cool. in fact, it was downright lame. so i shed my sash and vest and set out for hipper territory (the fact that i landed in theatre reveals a lot about my ability to navigate cool).

but you know, if i ever have a little girl, i’m totally going to force her to join girl scouts. it seems like the organization really teaches girls about important skills, not just basket-weaving and cookie selling. i mean, kiki strike directly recruited from the girl scouts for a reason! so i decided to take a look at some of the badges a junior girl scout can earn, and i was actually pretty impressed! here are some of my faves:

art to wear

cybergirl scout (hopefully, this badge teaches girls about how the internet is actually a public place, and so if you post sexy pictures of yrself on myspace, PEOPLE WILL SEE THEM)

CyberGirl Scout Badge. © GSUSA. All rights reserved.

car care

food power (AWESOME)

frosty fun (i don’t know what this is, but it sounds tasty)

global awareness

making music

math whiz

healthy relationships

ms. fix-it (i could really, really use this badge)

there were also a few that were pretty cringe-worthy:

high on life (seriously?)

highway to health (holla, tom cochrane)

rocks rock (um)

walking for fitness (what about dancing? or running? or even jump rope?)

i decided to offer a few suggestions, in case the girl scouts are looking for some fresh ideas:

cupcake power (obvs. plus you could learn to not only bake these, but give them as gifts AND sell them)

ms. anti-britney (how to avoid becoming like britney spears)

i spy (cos who doesn’t want to learn about espionage?)

fight for yr rights (every girl should know where she stands, legally)

glitter (the many, many uses of glitter)

boys 101 (why boys can suck and how you can avoid the stupid ones)

real world (it’s good to know in advance that college won’t answer all of yr questions, that you may not ever really know what you want to do, and that sometimes, yr car will get towed for absolutely no good reason)

eating out (it’s v. v. important to develop a fine-tuned culinary appreciation)

killing cockroaches (this is much needed and SERIOUS skill)

hmm. now i kinda want to start my own girl scout troup, but for twenty-somethings. it’ll be like troop beverly hills, except poorer. who’s in?

LINKS

meredith sent me a link to an LOL cat bible. i know. this is out of hand.

dolly parton has a new music video! with amy sedaris! the fact that they know each other is AWESOME. and also fills me with deep, dark jealousy.

video of the day: radiohead + the nature doc, microcosmos = sa-weet.

and finally, one thing i totally forgot (and i can’t believe it) that i love to do when it’s cold: look at little children who are all bundled up!!!!! caitlin sent me a link to remind me, and here are some examples of the cuteness:

Mail order Russian camera?

As you may have read, I’m in Europe for an extended amount of time dodging immigration (hint for traveling to London, always have your return ticket itinerary printed, a U.K. address, and some directions to famous tourist spots; then you can go there and work illegally!!!). I lived in Europe about four years ago and I bought an Ipod and a digital camera. Well in 2008 (yea, I’m in ‘08 already) the ipod has been replaced with the iphone and the digital camera has been replaced by the iphone.    I firmly believe that any product that people end up waiting in a line outside for isn’t worth it (even though I will probably get the 3G iPhone when it comes out) so instead of getting a new digital camera for my trip, I got this: This is HOLGA. She is russian and from the 60s, back when Russia was dangerous and sexy (not just dangerous, but pretty).  HOLGA is very simple. She uses film and only electricity for the flash (which comes in four colors by the way). When you put the film in you can see all her parts and understand them. She is made of plastic but feels more real than digital. She makes things like this:     This may be a bit urbanoutfitters of me, but trust me, I am way to snobby for urbanout fitters. It was my first time inside of an urbanoutfitters in years, at least 3 years. So that proves my creditability of finding quirky things from non-pay-extra-to-do-the-quirky-research-for-you.My first roll of film is being developed now. So we will see what the results will be.  Everyone wish Sarah a get well. I do! 

whoa-whoa-woozy pants

you guys.

you will not believe this.

i am sick. AGAIN. I CANNOT BELIEVE I AM SICK AGAIN.

i tried doing that thing where you pretend like you’re not sick, and maybe you can trick yr immune system, but it didn’t work. my immune system is both clever and WEAK. awesome.

i have to go to class now, to turn in a paper and watch some presentations.

i’ll probably space out. or be fascinated by everything. isn’t it weird, when you’re woozy, how amazing everything seems? earlier today, i sat on the bench at the bus stop and marveled at the world… the shiny silver sneakers of a hipster passing by, a girl smiling on her bike, music from a truck stereo, the heavy panting of a beagle on a leash.

that was nice but… yeah. i don’t want to be sick.

p.s. maybe when i go home, i can do some of those winter things you all commented about! those ideas made me all squee and cozy inside. i wish you could all come over and we could do them together!!!!! but then i would give you germs. and that’s not nice. ok maybe next time.

things i like to do when it’s cold

squirrel nut zippers: winter weather

read under an electric blanket

ride my bike until i can’t feel my face

drink hot beverages

bake cookies in my oven so that my entire kitchen is warm AND smells good

think about how much easier life is when it’s hot

attend a winter ball/soiree

watch my breath poof out of my mouth

try to make rings out of my breath, even though i’ve tried this every year since i was five and it’s never worked

stay in bed

light lots of smelly candles

wonder about what the first sign of frostbite is

look outside through my window and then congratulate myself on being inside

sit by a roaring fire and feel ski-lodgey and medieval at the same time

cuddle

pet a baby polar bear

listen to my old winter mixes

marvel at how icicles happen

curse thomas for not having seat warmers (sorry thomas!)

wonder how the eskimos deal with this shizz

what do you guys like to do? besides read my blog. which can be done year-round but may be enhanced by frigid temperatures.

LINKS

ok, i know i’m a supernerd, but does anyone want to start a real quidditch team in austin? i’ll be the snitch! (thanks, jessica g., for the link).

wow. wonder woman just got her first “ongoing” female writer ever. like, this has never happened before in the history of the comic. which makes me really excited and also a little depressed at the same time.

these “gotcha” boxes, courtesy of the onion, are even funnier then when my dad would wrap a pair of socks in a HUGE box and when i saw it, i thought, “OMG! I FINALLY GOT THE BARBIE DREAM HOUSE!” and then i would unwrap the package and HAR HAR HAR SOCKS! so hilarious.

the gulabi gang in india is the new version of the pink ladies. except they’re more interested in women’s rights rather than, you know, greased lightning.

courtney martin’s got a guest column where she’s defining feminism.

video for the day: these are my kind of cats.

the posh deluxe thanksgiving dictionary

first of all, many thanks to all of you who sent me extremely PANICKED emails and texts regarding the absence of my blog. and by that i mean, it sorta disappeared for a while. but never fear! my technical guru pants, matt (working from a secret location in the czech republic), was merely moving my blog to a different server so that it can be even bigger and better, now with scratch ‘n’ sniff!

well, no scratch ‘n’ sniff yet (SIGH). but i think you’ll start to notice a few small changes that will hopefully improve yr Overall Blog Reading Experience. in the meantime, though, things might look a little cray. like, say, all of the comments may appear in pink. please stay calm.

anyway, thanksgiving is over, and i’m always a little sad when that happens. mostly cos food is no longer so plentiful and free. but anyway, i had a wonderful holiday, which i will now attempt to explain in the form of a dictionary. because dictionaries are fun AND informative!

A is for Al

Al = my dad. we hung out, and it was pretty great. as usual, he gave me advice on my future career and also on insurance. he is really good at this.

B is for Brie Pie

talena had a little “anti-housewarming” party (she moved into a new apartment), and you wanna know the best part about it? she took a wheel of brie, wrapped it in croissant dough, and baked it. and then she LET ME EAT SOME.

btw, this picture is from talena’s camera phone. you will notice a suspicious lack of photos on this entry, and that’s because i left my camera at my parent’s neighbors house and didn’t get it back until right before i left. i felt like a criminal, having so much fun and not taking pictures.

C is for Cy-Creek Cougars

since everyone was back in houston for the holidays, i got to catch up with a few of my high school friends. some of them are married and have dogs and stuff, but amazingly enough, they are still cool.

D is for Deviled Egg

it’s seriously been AGES OF TIME since i had a deviled egg. which is why i got really excited when i saw them on the thanksgiving dinner table. i feel like deviled eggs get ignored in favor of the new fancy apps, like mini quiches (which, don’t get me wrong, i love), and honestly, people, that’s a big mistake. do NOT underestimate the deviled egg.

E is for Enchanted

it’s a family tradition to hit up the movie theater as much as possible during the holidays. on friday, we saw “enchanted,” which was actually pretty fun but not necessarily amazing.

the best part of the whole movie was the little girl sitting behind my dad. she could NOT stop giggling at EVERYTHING. plus she wore white tights with black patent leather mary janes, which should seriously be the official uniform of little girls everywhere. i really, really wish she had invited me to a slumber party.
F is for Family

i actually like hanging out with my family, except for when they give me a hard time about coming home late at night (AHEM, mom and dad, i know you read this blog!).

G is for (the) Guild

on saturday, my aunt reminded me of this awesome thrift store in the heart of montrose called the guild. we used to go there all of the time, and i had *completely* forgotten about it. i can’t decide if i hate the fact that i’m forgetting stuff about houston or i love the fact that i get to rediscover it every time i go back. anyway, the guild is awesome, and i bought a lavender velvet jacket for $6! cha-ching.

H is for Houston

speaking of! guys, i know i’m weird, but i miss houston. i really honestly seriously do.

I is for Icy

dude! it got so cold! and it was rainy! and i guess there wasn’t actually “ice” on the ground, but when you can’t feel yr feet, does it matter? no. it doesn’t.

J is for Jessica

jessica is one of my high school friends (she was the hottie in the red dress at the reunion). i love jessica because she says things like this (actual line from this weekend) : “well, he IS a yankee, but… i still like him.”

(this is an old picture. sorry)

K is for Komodo’s

on friday night, my friend dominick took talena and me to this bar in midtown called komodo’s. I ADMIT, i was skeptical. also, i don’t really trust dominick’s taste. BUT… this place was not that bad. it was an old house, and it was super hyper decorated for xmas, sort of like lala’s except less creepy. and although some of the guys had their collars up, overall the atmosphere was rather enjoyable. so, if you find yrself in midtown and need to escape a roaming group of Young Professionals, make yr way there as soon as possible.

L is for Leftovers

except GUESS WHAT. we didn’t HAVE ANY! this is what happens when you go to someone else’s house to eat thanksgiving dinner. NEVER AGAIN. i could just hear the turkey & cranberry sandwiches crying to me as they wandered, lost and orphaned in other people’s tummies.

M is for Mexican Train Dominoes

we ate thanksgiving dinner at my parent’s neighbor’s house, and afterwards everyone decided to play this game. at first, given the name, i was *really* worried about a potentially divisive conversation on immigration law. but actually, it’s just a simple domino game that involves little plastic trains and a centerpiece that makes “choo choo” sounds.

it’s pretty fun! although i wish i got to use my train more. i really like moving pieces in games. that’s why “life” was always the best, cos you got a car AND people to drive around.

N is for New Neighborhood

my parents sold their house and now live temporarily in a nice apartment/townhouse in west houston. it’s weird to drive around a place where i actually get lost. in houston. and also, i hate I-1o.

O is for Old Neighborhood

oh MAN my old neighborhood just keeps getting better and better. whenever i go back, it’s like, “hey sarah! FACE HARD!” so now, not only is there a jenni’s noodle house *literally* around the corner from my old house (which i already knew, and yes i have been, and yes you should go there), but NOW, you will NEVER BELIEVE what is just down the street: a CUPCAKE BOUTIQUE. it’s called sugarbaby’s, and it looks absolutely perfect and whimsical and amazing and ARGGGGG.

yes, that is what it looks like inside, and yes, i am dying.

P is for Polaroid

this one is kind of a stretch, but my family and i hit up my old stomping grounds (get it? grounds? HAR) empire cafe, and ellen!!! our “customer of the week” (and it was really more of a month) polaroid picture is still up on the bulletin board!! oh man that made me happy. then i realized that no one there recognized me, and i now know what drives tara reid to drink.

Q is for Quiet

escaping the busyness of my life in austin for a few days was super, super great. plus, one of my favorite things about being home is when i wake up in the morning… and it’s quiet… and the only thing i can hear are the muted voices of my parents. in that moment, i feel safe, like everything will be ok. yeah, it’s pretty nice.

R is for Randy

i love randy. he’s a cy-creek cougar, a junior high youth pastor and a republican. randy is actually the funniest republican i know, PLUS he comments on this blog. that’s pretty much the recipe for lifelong friendship, if you ask me.

S is Sarah

hey! that’s me! yay!

T is for Talena

i saw talena a lot over the weekend, and even though she did actually bring a coat when she came over on friday (my parents used to give her a hard time about not wearing jackets in junior high, and then my dad would give her a coat to wear), she FORGOT IT IN THE CAR when we got to midtown. talena, i’m sorry, but i can’t lie to my parents. also, talena has a hyper hypo dog named macy, who incessantly tried to lick my fingers during the anti-housewarming party. this is pretty much the worst thing a dog can do to me, except maybe poop on my feet.

U is for Ugly Betty

whenever i’m home, i watch my parent’s shows with them. this is always entertaining for me, cos they watch shows that are popular but are completely foreign to me. like CSI and ugly betty. my dad once swore off ugly betty, saying the fashion industry was just a dirty business, but apparently he is back on the UB train.

V is for Vendetta

according to alan moore.

W is for Washing Machine

two words: FREE LAUNDRY!!!

XYZ is for everything else i did over the weekend but am forgetting because now i’m back at work and thinking about papers i have to write and also xmas decorations are gonna be all upons my apartment tonight!!! squee!

LINKS

jancee dunn wrote a highly amusing article on retro fabulous living books in the times. mark it as reason #39 that i want to jackie collins to adopt me.

need some gift ideas? how about some moonshoes? or a fantasy knife set? fingerhut has it ALL.

if you’ve ever read kiki strike, you know she used to live in a hidden house in NYC. well, guess what? you can, too! for only a couple million dollars.

hilary just sent me this picture, by marc johns, which is will probably print and frame on my wall:

and now, for the video of the day, this guy takes the whole “mom on the phone” thing to the NEXT LEVEL. and he does it only wearing a wig, sunglasses and a purple housecoat.

happy pantsgiving!

it is thanksgiving!

which means i am full of two kinds of pie (and one slice of cake).

it also means that i am thinking about all of the wonderful and beautiful and funny and lovely and solidly good things in my life.

i try to do this every day, but it’s easier on thanksgiving, cos the world is telling me to.

thanks for the thanking reminder, world!

thank you, internet, for hosting my blog.

thank you, readers, for finding something likeable about my blog and giving me feedback and making me feel like we have our own little home in this world wide wilderness.

thank you, family, for being so great.

thank you, friends, for sending me texts that make me feel like you might just be making a turkey sandwich in the other room when in actuality you are super far away.

thank you, person who invented texts, for inventing texts.

thank you, love, for never running out.

thank you, pie, for tasting so good.

p.s. home for the holidays and in need of some safe conversation starters with the fam? check out this extremely helpful and non-controversial guide. “bees are good! what is happening to the bees?”

favorite things: oprah vs. posh d.

the other day, oprah broadcast her “favorite things” episode, which means she gets to pick out stuff she loves and then give it to every member of the audience (this year, it was residents of macon, georgia).

now, i don’t watch oprah’s show, but i think this is pretty much THE BEST IDEA I HAVE EVER HEARD. plus, i admire oprah, cos she’s smart and business-savvy and seems like a genuinely nice person (although does anyone else think it’s weird that she’s always the cover of her own magazine? i mean, does that get old for anyone?).

the best part (so i’ve heard) is the audience reaction, which looks like this (care of jezebel):

honestly, the funnest part of gift-giving is watching people respond (hopefully positively) after they’ve torn off all of the ribbons and wrapping paper. SQUEEE i’m getting excited just THINKING about it! so i can imagine how *awesome* oprah must feel when she tells the audience that, GUESS WHAT?! you guys are getting some SUPER SWEET…

RACHEL PALLEY CLOTHES!!!!!

erm. what are these, like the new disco version of “units”? oprah, are you serious? this is yr favorite item of clothing from 2007?!! not, say, this?

or this?

OBVIOUSLY, oprah and i have some differences in taste. consequently, i’d like to offer up my own “favorite things” list in response to her selections, which are… well, they’re kinda lame, guys.

[i also want to take the time to credit carrie brownstein, of sleater-kinney fame!!!!, for giving me the basic idea for this entry, courtesy of her badass NPR blog. note: when you have a blog on npr.com, you know you are hip 4 LIFE!]

so yeah, instead of giving out the “i’m a retired modern dancer who now teaches insolent, fat children” outfit, i would choose this glorious valentino ensemble:

this dress can be used for a variety of functions: charity gala, evening soiree, winter ball. AND the satin pink robe is PERFECT for just lounging around ye olde chateau.

next!

oprah is CRAY CRAY about these ugg (more like UGGly! HAR!) crochet boots:

that’s right. not only are they uggs, but they’re CROCHETED! it’s like the ghost of christmas fug was feeling even more festive than usual.

if anyone from oprah’s audience is reading this right now, be prepared to cry some real tears, cos i would’ve given you a pair of THESE!

this shoe is sassy, it’s hott, and it’s pink. this shoe could strut through a party, stabb an ugg and hit the dance floor within a 30 minute span and never lose its cool. this shoe has got bette davis eyes.

moving on

oprah’s favorite book is apparently “the pillars of the earth” by ken follett:

now, i have nothing against ken follett, and this book actually sounds pretty good. but i think we all know what the audience was *secretly* hoping for:

dude! oprah! if you’ve ever had slash on yr show, you know that he is basically the Coolest Rock Star on the Planet. and if you haven’t had him on yr show, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? what could possibly be more fascinating, more compelling and more emotional than a half hour discussion with slash, followed by a soul burning guitar solo? who wants to read about pillars or cathedrals or whatever when you could be INSIDE slash’s brain? reliving drug overdoses and groupie sex? i bet slash got the perfect score the first time he ever played “guitar hero.” that’s just the kind of guy he is.

speaking of music, oprah’s favorite CD, of the entire year, was josh groban’s christmas album, “noel.”

no, i am not kidding.

people keep talking about josh groban, but i have no idea where he came from or how he got into our mainstream consciousness. was he on american idol? is he the new john mayer? i have no idea.

but i’m PRETTY. DARN. SURE. that josh groban isn’t radiohead. and therefore, i’m pretty darn sure that josh groban did not make one of the best albums of the year, “in rainbows.”

i actually have a couple of favorite albums of 2007, but since i’m pretending to be a superrich talk show host, i’ve decided to give every member of my audience the new radiohead “discbox”:

SWEET MOTHER this boxed set is GORGEOUS. i want to buy it and hang it up on my wall, maybe under one of those fancy pants museum lights. and no one can touch it without putting on a pair of white silk gloves. with pearl buttons. because they would be fun to wear.

fair citizens of macon, georgia, please don’t hate on oprah for not giving you the radiohead discbox. she’s still a really good person, and she started a school in africa and stuff, which i think probably balances out her bad taste in music. or maybe i’m being too generous.

the big bling $$$$ thing this year was an LG HDTV refrigerator:

this is like sharper image on crack. this fridge has a DVD player, an HDTV and a computer that stores yr recipes. oh yeah, and you can put yr beer, er, soda or yogurt in here. anything you want to keep cold, tommy boy.

honestly, i think this is a little bit of overkill. i mean, who needs a dvd player in their fridge?!!! why can’t you just have a little TV on the counter like normal americans?

oprah should’ve gone for something a little more useful, don’t you think? like, say, an R2-D2 DIGITAL VIDEO PROJECTOR?!!!

ok, i’m gonna let all of my nerdy hang out here and say THIS IS WHY SCIENCE EXISTS.  the description on the website alone is simply incredible:

The half size replica of R2D2 comes complete with DVD and CD player as well as a complete array of video and audio ports allowing you to hook up your MP3 to its internal 20W surround sound speaks – and if your MP3 device happens to be an iPOD then you even get your own iPOD docking station concealed within the droid’s body. And, as if this were not enough, this particular R2D2 also comes with SD, MMC, Memory Stick and Smart Media ports (something the original R2D2 would probably dismiss as being positively archaic) facilitating the viewing of digital photos and video from portable memory cards.

and just when you thought it couldn’t get any better (or dorkier):

Still not enough? What if we told you that this also comes with a remote control unit shaped like the Millennium Falcon which will allow you to move R2 into the required position and even tilt his back to allow for ceiling projection of films or even, if your iPOD is docked, you MP3 player’s menu.

a remote shaped like the millennium falcon?!!!!!!!!!!

ok, oprah, that’s it. i’m taking over yr show. hollywood has obviously blinded you to the fact that people don’t want a fridge with a dvd player, they want a freaking R2D2 projector/entertainment system!! it’s not rocket science!! ok, well, it *is* star wars. but still.

i’m kind of crying inside when i think about how the people of macon, georgia were deprived by oprah. she puts on this “do-gooder” image and then turns around and gives people CROCHETED UGGS. if that’s not a crime against humanity, i don’t know what is.

in spite of this “favorite things” travesty, there’s still hope for oprah, and it’s found in the only item on her list that we agree on:

perfect endings cupcakes from williams and sonoma

you did good on this one, oprah. you did good.

next year, before you formulate yr list, give me a call, ok? i’ve got some ideas on how to improve yr choices, mostly along the lines of “giant living room ball pit.”

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attention friends with babies: you can all look forward to receiving this from me. cos i’m classy.

i don’t know anything about football, so i really appreciated this guide on “how to watch football with yr uncles.”

video of the day: stevie wonder. on sesame street. with dancing children. remember when tv was awesome?

pants on parade

podington bear: elephants on parade

today i was doing my usual thang, drinkin’ my coffee, readin’ my blahgs, when i stumbled across a jezebel entry about parade magazine.

i’m posting part of it here, because a) it’s hilarious b) it’s double true c) it will provide exposition for the rest of this entry.

parade.jpgPARADE
‘Parade’ is always fun mainly for its reader-generated content, which is to say, the awesome questions posed to Walter Scott’s “Personality Parade” and Marilyn Vos Savant’s “Ask Marilyn.” (Examples: “Dear PARADE, I’ve been a fan of ER’s Mekhi Phifer for over a decade — ever since his breakout role in Spike Lee’s Clockers. Is he married?” Dear Stephanie H. of Milwaukee: If you’ve been such a devoted fan for so long, why had you never Googled this information before? Do they not have Google in Milwaukee? Because if you had maybe Googled this information, say, seven years into your fandom, you might have found out before his relationship status became “engaged.” Or “Dear PARADE, As I was studying one evening, I began to wonder how they get the graphite into a pencil.” Dear Jennifer R. of Minneapolis, might we suggest Ritalin for that problem? Dear PARADE, John Travolta has spoken out about global warming. How does he reconcile that with the fact that he owns and flies two jets? Dear Michelle Levick of Ventnor N.J., the fact that you know that John Travolta not only owns and flies two jets but has also “spoken out” on global warming leads me to believe you might have also happened upon the fact that John Travolta also believes that an evil god named Xenu once ruled over a Galactic Confederacy that he decided to nuke 75 million years ago, and the radioactive spiritual residue is why they need Scientology to make them “clear.” So like, “reconciling”… are you still following?

thank you, jezebel, for providing such excellent commentary and reminding me why i don’t get paid for blogging.

after i shook my head and mentally said, “I KNOW, RIGHT?” i thought about the first time i was published in a major publication, which GUESS WHAT was, in fact, PARADE FRICKIN’ MAGAZINE. and YES, it just so happened to be in walter scott’s “personality parade”!! basically, i was one of those readers they’re talking about. but to give myself some credit, it was 1995, and i don’t think google was even around then. heck, i don’t know if i was on AOL at that point, which is weird to think about in rainbow of ways (like, “what did i do before AOL?” and “how is it possible that i ever used AOL?”). seriously, what did i DO before the internet? how did nerds like me actually survive? oh, that’s right. we watched “x-files.”

anyhoo

in 1995, i went to see “casper” with my dad.

although the movie wasn’t horrible, it was totally a kid’s movie, and hello, i was fifteen. i was pretty much Way Too Old For This Baby Stuff. until the end, when something cray cray happened. casper became a boy… and SWEET FANCY MOSES he was HOTT!!!! holy shizz! if you don’t believe me, check out this scene, which i rewound in my mind almost as much as the scene from “little women” when laurie (christian bale, holla!!) professes his love for jo (sigh).

so… yeah, now i feel kinda pervy. cos he’s like twelve, probably! gah! but ok, at the time, i was fifteen, so that’s not too far from… twelve. right. anyway.

ANYWAY, when i was FIFTEEN, i pretty much fell in love with devon sawa, the kid playing casper (i swear, i’m not a perv). but unlike today, when i can simply google someone’s name (oh, say, mark ruffalo) and see their entire career and pictures and satiate my desire with youtube clips, i had NOTHING! NADA! i knew zip about this guy.

so i turned to the only source i could trust: walter scott.

i sat down at our kitchen table and wrote walter scott a heartfelt letter, which went something like this:

dear walter scott,

while watching the new “casper” movie, i was extremely impressed with devon sawa, who appeared as casper in human form at the end of the film. can you tell me more about this exciting new actor?

sincerely,

sarah pitre, houston, tx

i licked the envelope, slapped on a stamp and then proceeded to pine away for my enigmatic prince for what seemed like an eternity. would walter scott deem my letter fit to print? would he answer what my heart was DYING to know? would he tell me that, in fact, devon had recently moved to northwest houston and would be attending cy-creek high school in the hopes of wooing a certain strawberry blond known for wearing baggy t-shirts?

WALTER SCOTT, ANSWER ME!

and guess what? he did.

one sunday morning, my mom woke me up excitedly (with the help of my dog, biscuit, who always pretended to jump on my bed to wake me up but was in fact simply planning on falling asleep once she got there… she was totally my partner in crime on school mornings) by waving the new parade magazine in my face. “sarah!!! i think there’s something in parade magazine that you’re going to want to seeeeeee!!!”

i snatched the paper out of her hand and frantically flipped to the “personality parade” on the first page. and THERE IT WAS. MY LETTER. WITH MY NAME. and, the best part, A NEW PIC OF DEVON!

honestly, you would’ve thought i’d been published in the new york times or something. my mom and i could NOT stop squealing about it, and my relatives started sending me *clippings* of my letter. like, to the point where i had five copies of it. clippings from parade!! YES!

not only did i get published (college resume booster!!!), but walter had good news for me. devon was making a TV movie called “robin of locksley” and would most certainly be moving up in the hollywood world. suddenly, my future seemed just a little bit brighter.

as usual, mr. scott wasn’t wrong. devon appeared in “now and then,” and christina ricci got to kiss him AGAIN!! GAH!!! it was soooo unfair.

you don’t even want to know the number of “tiger beat” and “bop” magazines i bought just to get a poster of devon’s face. and i was in HIGH SCHOOL, you guys. high school [insert sound of any remaining respect you may have for me crashing to the ground].

after that, though, devon kinda dropped out of sight… unless you count “idle hands” in 1999, which i *might* count cos seth green is in it, but then again, seth green is wearing gross “dead” make-up for most of it, so i don’t know.

devon finally hit box office gold with “final destination” in 2000, but dude, that’s a horror movie. i don’t do horror, even with cute boys. plus by that time, i’m sorry to say, devon had lost his luster.

whoah. like, what happened to casper? the one with the sweet face and yearning blue eyes?

i honestly haven’t thought about devon in a while, which is kinda sad. like, i’ve grown up! i actually don’t buy tiger beat anymore (cos, duh, i have the internet). therefore, while writing this post, i decided to check in on my former heartthrob to see what he’s been up to. looks like… lotsa crap.

here’s his latest film:

DEVON. DUDE. WHAT HAPPENED TO YR FACE?!!!!!

the fact that i don’t know who kelly hu is, and she’s listed before you, is also not a good sign.

i do have to say, though, that tagline rules.

even though walter scott may actually have been wrong about his predictions for devon (oh! face hard!), i still love parade magazine. i love to hate marilyn vos savant for thinking she’s such a friggin’ genius. i love the cartoons with the big dog who is always getting himself into *hilarious* situations. cos he’s a big dog! get it?!! i love the “in step with…” profile on the last page, where i learn absolutely nothing about the celebrity interviewed. i mean, who is that brady guy, anyway? and why are his “bits” so pointless (example: from lucy liu’s profile: “When I was young, I tried violin and accordion for two weeks each,” Lucy said. “I was really horrible at the violin. And I wasn’t good at the accordion, but I liked it.” WHY DO WE NEED TO KNOW THIS?!)?

while “hot” hollywood actors come and go, parade, you will always be my #1.

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check out the subtitles on a pirated dvd of “arrested development.” this is totally the kind of thing that gob would sell to george michael.

the next harry potter film has been cast!!! EXCITEMENT. thanks to meredith, my fellow HP pants, for the link.

after reading this top ten list, i’ve decided that i need to add a pointless rivalry to my life. i’ve got YEARS of quips and comebacks and never had a use for them…

and now, the video of the day (which i can’t imbed, cos it’s not youtube, but trust me, you need to watch it). “which do you think is cooler: an orca whale fighting a great white shark… or a vampire having sex? we’ll never knooow.”

the magical winery tour is coming to take you awaaaaay

the cardigans: i need some fine wine

on saturday, at exactly twelve noon, this 13 passenger Executive Shuttle showed up outside of henri’s house.

no, it was not searching for the local marriot. nor was it full of senior citizens on a tour of austin (”next up! drafthouse henri’s house!!! if we’re lucky, we’ll see him outside, dumping diet coke cans in the recycling bin!”).

do you know why it came?

to take pants world on a magical mystical winery tour!!!!!!

I KNOW!!!! it was the coolest thing EVER!!!!!

eleven of my favorite people climbed on board with me for a day of vineyards, wine and the enjoyment of each other’s most pleasurable company.

there’s meredith and matt, the houston superstars, with the backseat hooligans: josh, dustin and john.

here’s a picture i took at the end of the day of meredith with our most ADORABLE driver, jerry. I LOVE JERRY. he was totally chill and let us play our music loud and also happened to be a SPEED DEMON of a driver.

i told jerry that it would be great if he could just be my personal driver and then all of my friends could hang out with me all of the time, sort of like “entourage” but without the actual hollywood parts (although i would SO do a movie with mandy moore). i said that my life would improve by at least 80% if he were an every day part of it. he just smiled.

on the ride up, i introduced everyone by saying their full name and telling a little story about them. eric told me that he was surprised i didn’t make everyone nametags… but believe me, I THOUGHT ABOUT IT. i also considered making everyone play some sort of road trip game, but everyone hit it off so well that party games weren’t necessary. it made me SO HAPPY to see people i adore discovering the awesomeness in each other. friend match-making is an extremely gratifying profession, let me tell you.

after about an hour and a half of driving, we arrived at our first winery, becker vineyards, just outside of fredericksburg. here is the group shot that i made everyone take:

look how excited we are!!!! we are ready to get upons some wine!! it’s like a freaking christmas card!!! happy holidays from pants world!!

i have to say, it feels pretty cool to descend from an Executive Shuttle into a tasting room with eleven of the coolest people you know. i could just tell that all of the old people hanging out on the porch totally wanted to be us. at least, i think that’s what they were feeling.

anyway, i elected to take the tour, which only lasted about ten minutes and consisted of walking past a LOT of barrels.

when i came back, i told meredith what i had learned, including the fact that, after the winery has used a barrel for about ten years, they will sell it to the public for $50. meredith’s eyes widened as she replied, “$50?! awesome!! wait… are they full?”

meredith’s always got her eyes on the prize.

out on the porch, we tried all kinds of wine, and by kinds i mean colors. that is how i classify wine (besides my favorite kind, which is “inexpensive”). here is part of the becker spread:

i know those little crackers look like goldfish, but they’re not. unfortunately.

it’s easy to feel classy when you’re standing on a porch, sipping wine and engaging in scintillating conversation. just ask erica and amber:

even though it was a cloudy day, i really enjoyed the weather. it looked like a fall day, even though it felt, oh, a bit summery (hey! seasons! i’m really sorry about the whole global warming thing. PLEASE COME BACK!).

while we sipped on our wine, jerry sat under a tree with a paper.

HOW PRECIOUS IS HE?!!

when we had tried pretty much everything becker had to offer, we hopped back on the bus and indulged in a little snacking.

FYI, josh hates dumb food.

here’s the group shot from our second stop, grape creek vineyards. we were supposed to do a boy band pose. i mean, i thought we were.

and yes, that IS my boy band pose. a fist and a jazz hand. i think it represents both the masculine and fru-fru dimensions of boy bandness, and i stand by that decision.

the best part of the day wasn’t the wine or the lovely vineyards– it was the chance to goof off for a whole afternoon with people who are incredibly good at goofing off. like meredith and erica.

grape creek just opened a brand new facility, and it is really nice inside. the main room has that “new home” smell of paint and wood, which i really wish they would market as the next home fragrance spray. if i could walk into that smell at my apartment every day, i honestly would believe that it was suddenly new again. which would be exciting!

anyway, here’s the tasting counter.

apparently, the taster guy was quite a CHARACTER. jodi came over to report to me the following statement made by the taster guy, after a lady quickly finished off her sample: “well now! how’d you get yr tongue down there so fast?”

here is jodi, immediately after telling me of said quote:

she also tagged it as “extremely blog-worthy,” and thus, you are reading about it.

then i had to stop and think about whether or not i use my tongue when i’m drinking wine. i mean, sure, i *taste* it, but does it aid me in sippage? hmm. maybe wikipedia will know.

we got back on the shuttle for a quick ride to our last winery of the day, torre di pietra. i like this vineyard cos it sort of sounds like my last name! and also they feature super fun labels on their bottles.

here’s owen, doing a celebrity exit from the shuttle:

brit and linds, take note! it is, in fact, possible to exit a vehicle without flashing yr lady parts to the world.

as eric demonstrates, it’s like, duh.

torre di pietra features a fantastic patio area, which we planned to make great, great use of:

you can tell that after two and a half hours of drinking wine, we have become connoisseurs. i mean, just LOOK at the serious expression on john’s face and matt’s studious approach to the tasting menu. these guys mean business pants!

after carefully selecting our wines, we settled into the aforementioned patio to soak in the last hour of our afternoon. honestly, is there any better way to spend a saturday in the fall?

henri bought a tasty (!) bottle of port. it rocked a fancy tango headdress.

of course by the end, things got a little silly.

our well-groomed, respectable demeanor that you saw in our first group photo was now reduced to this:

actually, i was trying to get a shot of everyone jumping, but obviously it didn’t work out. then i decided to do a series of pictures of owen demonstrating the various stages of the act of jumping:

step one: prepare for lift-off

step two: reach for the stars!

step three: try… just… a… little… bit… HARDER

step four: SUCCESS!

does anyone know how to make animated gifs?

anyway

the picture bandit (aka henri) made a surprise appearance as i attempted to capture the elegance of josh and dustin:

fortunately, the picture bandit was baniSHED before he could interrupt some sweet, sweet sassiness:

back on the shuttle and headed home, things got a little cray cray.

here’s josh, threatening me with a square of swiss cheese. or perhaps he’s touting its qualities while speaking in a gangster voice. “you think you wanna piece of dis cheese? huh? do ya, kid?” either way, i love cheese.

at some point, the reclining leather chairs gave birth to henri’s head. DISTURB, MUCH?

and you knew it had to happen… there was even a little pole dancing, courtesy of matt:

i really hope jerry kept his eyes on the road.

i also like this picture that meredith took… it’s like i’m reaching out to my mirror friend and pleading with her to go back to the vineyard, where life is eternally beautiful and full of tasty beverages and lovely people.

when you get back from a day full of wine, there’s only one thing to do.

and that one thing, of course, is beowulf in 3-D.

(talena joined us for the movie)

apparently, john had to turn up his collar in order to fully experience the AWESOMENESS that is this movie. in fact, it’s so spectacular that i might write about it later this week.

suffice it to say, this was pretty much the best day ever.*

*i know i say that a lot, but i mean it every time. just like how i say “i love you guys!” during group events. on saturday, i said it after the first vineyard, leading matt to totally score in the betting pool. but yeah, I MEAN IT.

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CUTEST THING EVER! kids made up their own laptop interfaces. uh, could i get the “rily werd games” button on my work computer? kthanx!

children laptop interfaces rily werd games

r. kelly’s publicist quit, and BWE gave her the ode she deserves.

disney is now aggressively marketing their princess image to grown women, including wedding dresses inspired by cinderella, belle, etc. etc. but guess what, disney? i don’t need yr products for validation of my special preciousness, cos my freaking NAME means princess. so there.

mindy kaling finally wrote about the writer’s strike on her blog. i will now take this opportunity to indulge in an “office” quote: “hey hey! you you! i don’t like yr boyfriend! cos cos! he he! really sucks at ping pong!”

i KNEW there was a reason why i didn’t want to see the bee movie.
oooh oooh ooh the trailer for “the other boleyn girl” is finally up!! i cannot WAIT to watch scarjo and natalie portman try to out-dazzle, out-back-stab and out-maneuver each other.

and now for the clip of the day, care of BWE:

CC Insider points us towards this Orangina commercial, which we’re guessing only runs in Europe for a few reasons: 1. It’s almost two minutes long; 2. Octopus Boobs; 3. Zebra Strippers; 4. A bear who might also be a rapist; 5. It’s for Orangina (delicious, certainly, but when do you ever see a commercial for that “not quite juice, not quite soda” in the States?; and 6. It makes absolutely no f**king sense at all whatsoever. Thank you, Europe, for CGI-ing boobs to the gentle creatures of the forest.