Got any?
Here are mine:
• Stop saying "biznatch" so much. It's not so uncool it's cool — it's just uncool. And there is no added irony because of my intense whiteness. Yet so much fun to say. To wit: Biznatches be all up in my biznatch. (See, it is sort of like business. But it's biznatch)
• Use the Sonicare brush 3x/day. Stop using the leopard print manual brush. It is dead and useless. But it's leopard print! Okay, I'll save it for travel. And always brush before bed.
• Get the AP style for "O.K." changed. What the devil is "O.K." supposed to stand for? It's not, it's a word on its own. Also, continue fighting the AP overlords on the style for "Internet" and "Web site." So dorky. We don't write, "There are a lot of programs on Television" or "Circulation is down for all Newspapers except one."
• Become a crime-fighting ninja. (Hey, I'm trying to fight the Associated Press style manual — this is far more achievable, considering you can get throwing stars and nunchucks in tobacco shops.)
Friday, December 29, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
more important information
Read "The Echo Maker" by Richard Powers.
John Hodgeman (Hodgman?) is overrated. But I'm glad he's making a living and all. Pretend pretention has a place in this world.
"Consider the Lobster" is a much better essay than it has any right to be. But some of the other essays in DFW's book are a hodgepodge of footnotes. I wish he'd find a way to work his digressions INTO his essays, because in spite of the fact that he's a damn good writer, I think he could be better if he'd get over the footnote thing. Also, in his portrait of a talkshow radio host, he could very well have let the guy hang himself with his own rope, the footnotes were a little too pushing of a "take" that all readers (i.e. me) were picking up on really early.
I managed to do laundry today AND dishes AND garbage. I am letting the itty bitty spider build its web between my TV and cable box. For now. It's almost Christmas, after all. And I'm working The Eve. How saintly am I?
John Hodgeman (Hodgman?) is overrated. But I'm glad he's making a living and all. Pretend pretention has a place in this world.
"Consider the Lobster" is a much better essay than it has any right to be. But some of the other essays in DFW's book are a hodgepodge of footnotes. I wish he'd find a way to work his digressions INTO his essays, because in spite of the fact that he's a damn good writer, I think he could be better if he'd get over the footnote thing. Also, in his portrait of a talkshow radio host, he could very well have let the guy hang himself with his own rope, the footnotes were a little too pushing of a "take" that all readers (i.e. me) were picking up on really early.
I managed to do laundry today AND dishes AND garbage. I am letting the itty bitty spider build its web between my TV and cable box. For now. It's almost Christmas, after all. And I'm working The Eve. How saintly am I?
300 posts so far, plus big ups for vermouth
What the heck is vermouth anyway? Even when you put it in a martini there are people who get upset that they aren't drinking straight gin/vodka. Well, last night I had some vermouth as an apertif (I was curious how horrible it was, considering all the bad PR it gets, so I poured out a little, which led to a little more, which led to, oh, why not have an itty bitty glass — hey, that glass was a little bigger than I thought) and although it was sweet vermouth (whoops, got the wrong one at the liquor store) it was kind of herbally and I'm pretty easy to please in the alcohol department, and I have to say, don't playa hate on the vermouth.
There has to be a reason d'etre for sweet vermouth, though. I am not much of an apertif person.
There has to be a reason d'etre for sweet vermouth, though. I am not much of an apertif person.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
I'm on the naughty list
Well, friends, it is Christmas of 2006 and once again I find myself on the naughty list. In hindsight, thinking back over the year gone by, I can understand why kindly old Mr. Kringle would choose to put me on his blacklist *again* but I thought I might as well explain why to people who only have seen me for brief spurts, where my image maintenance overdrive can compensate for my naturally malicious nature.
In retrospect, here are the things I shouldn’t have done this year, limited to what items I can remember.
• It was wrong of me to throw that annoying rich girl in the pool, stolen the insecure guy’s teddy bear, made out with that sleazy bike messenger and to have stolen the frat boy’s wallet. It was also wrong of me to cheat on the immunity challenges. But then, the greater wrong was going on that reality show in the first place.
• Knocked over that liquor store. Even though I never got caught. How was I to know that Santa doesn’t need charging papers or any other official evidence to prove my naughtiness? Apparently he just knows.
• Gotten in that fight with the window washer. Let’s be frank, he was a total ass. He totally deserved that shove I gave him and, really, the 15-story drop he would have had if he weren’t wearing that OSHA-mandated harness. Goody-effing-two shoes. You know he’s on the nice list.
• Peed on the mechanical bull. I was too drunk to be scared, and apparently too drunk to be continent, too.
• Broken up K-Fed and Britney. Yes, yes, you all thought I was doing you a favor until you saw where Brit started hanging out with Paris Hilton and not wearing panties. Those two walking venereal diseases deserved each other, and my machinations (producing and encouraging the K-Fed single “Popozao”) were apparently undertaken in a fit of misapprehension. And I inflicted “Popozao” on everyone in the U.S. for about a minute, which felt like an eternity, and for which I truly deserve punishment.
• My program encouraging trade protections for the national drug business. All I wanted to do was encourage the use of meth and pot manufactured by American farmers and chemists, who are suffering with all the cheap stuff flooding in from Mexico taking away their market share. Trying to get organic certification for American icky-icky was pretty silly, considering you smoke it anyway, and that's bad for you.
• Beating the "Yummo!" out of Racheal Ray. Frankly, I hope she got on the naughty list for cutting me with her sudoku knife. That finger reattached just fine, thank you.
• Encouraging those endangered humpback whales to beach. Who knew that you could use whalesong to get on the naughty list?
• Imported a couple of foreign ladies for unpaid brothel work. But they had free room and board and, hey, they are in America, best country in the mothertrucking world!!!
• Dismembering that hitchhiker. It’s not like I killed him and I figured this would go down as an anatomy lesson. But noooooo. Not in Santa’s book.
• Keeping that library book that the librarian didn't check out.
Look, Santa, things go back to zero come January, right?
In retrospect, here are the things I shouldn’t have done this year, limited to what items I can remember.
• It was wrong of me to throw that annoying rich girl in the pool, stolen the insecure guy’s teddy bear, made out with that sleazy bike messenger and to have stolen the frat boy’s wallet. It was also wrong of me to cheat on the immunity challenges. But then, the greater wrong was going on that reality show in the first place.
• Knocked over that liquor store. Even though I never got caught. How was I to know that Santa doesn’t need charging papers or any other official evidence to prove my naughtiness? Apparently he just knows.
• Gotten in that fight with the window washer. Let’s be frank, he was a total ass. He totally deserved that shove I gave him and, really, the 15-story drop he would have had if he weren’t wearing that OSHA-mandated harness. Goody-effing-two shoes. You know he’s on the nice list.
• Peed on the mechanical bull. I was too drunk to be scared, and apparently too drunk to be continent, too.
• Broken up K-Fed and Britney. Yes, yes, you all thought I was doing you a favor until you saw where Brit started hanging out with Paris Hilton and not wearing panties. Those two walking venereal diseases deserved each other, and my machinations (producing and encouraging the K-Fed single “Popozao”) were apparently undertaken in a fit of misapprehension. And I inflicted “Popozao” on everyone in the U.S. for about a minute, which felt like an eternity, and for which I truly deserve punishment.
• My program encouraging trade protections for the national drug business. All I wanted to do was encourage the use of meth and pot manufactured by American farmers and chemists, who are suffering with all the cheap stuff flooding in from Mexico taking away their market share. Trying to get organic certification for American icky-icky was pretty silly, considering you smoke it anyway, and that's bad for you.
• Beating the "Yummo!" out of Racheal Ray. Frankly, I hope she got on the naughty list for cutting me with her sudoku knife. That finger reattached just fine, thank you.
• Encouraging those endangered humpback whales to beach. Who knew that you could use whalesong to get on the naughty list?
• Imported a couple of foreign ladies for unpaid brothel work. But they had free room and board and, hey, they are in America, best country in the mothertrucking world!!!
• Dismembering that hitchhiker. It’s not like I killed him and I figured this would go down as an anatomy lesson. But noooooo. Not in Santa’s book.
• Keeping that library book that the librarian didn't check out.
Look, Santa, things go back to zero come January, right?
Saturday, December 02, 2006
You ever wonder ...
What ambient Christmas music would sound like? Or what protools layering and digital rejiggering might do to seasonal music?
Wonder no more.
So gross. This year I was actually wondering if techno+carols could = stuff that does not annoy at the mall/airport/grocery store. I guess I was wrong. Besides, it must be hard to create a new way of envisioning a holiday "mood" that does not have those specific referants to the season — the sleighbells, I suppose, is what I mean there.
We are all condemned to hear that "Wonderful Christmastime" song for the rest of our lives. Or "Greensleeves." Or whatever holiday novelty song you are doomed to hear in your own personal hell. Along with that "I'm a bitch!" "empowerment" song. How did a song with the title "Bitch" end up being appropriate for soft rock stations? I ask as I'm listening to it in a very cozy, homey cafe.
Speaking of bitches, I finished MoDo's "Are Men Necessary?" and was kind of surprised to have her ending the asking with a big thing about Hillary Clinton. I'm not exactly sure what that was all about, but with all the things that actually have a chance of disappearing in the world and all the things that really don't have anything to contribute to the world at large, here is a list of nouns that "Are _____ necessary?" might apply to better.
Frogs (they're disappearing at a rapid clip. Maybe we better not justify their existence before they go)
Holiday songs
Individually wrapped cheese slices
365 of Racheal Ray's recipes in one place
undeveloped beachfront properties
cafes sans free wifi access (no! they aren't!!!)
Thomas Kinkade paintings
Thomas Kinkade "illuminators"
Thomas Kinkade-inspired "novels."
payday loan centers
unwaxed floss.
Wonder no more.
So gross. This year I was actually wondering if techno+carols could = stuff that does not annoy at the mall/airport/grocery store. I guess I was wrong. Besides, it must be hard to create a new way of envisioning a holiday "mood" that does not have those specific referants to the season — the sleighbells, I suppose, is what I mean there.
We are all condemned to hear that "Wonderful Christmastime" song for the rest of our lives. Or "Greensleeves." Or whatever holiday novelty song you are doomed to hear in your own personal hell. Along with that "I'm a bitch!" "empowerment" song. How did a song with the title "Bitch" end up being appropriate for soft rock stations? I ask as I'm listening to it in a very cozy, homey cafe.
Speaking of bitches, I finished MoDo's "Are Men Necessary?" and was kind of surprised to have her ending the asking with a big thing about Hillary Clinton. I'm not exactly sure what that was all about, but with all the things that actually have a chance of disappearing in the world and all the things that really don't have anything to contribute to the world at large, here is a list of nouns that "Are _____ necessary?" might apply to better.
Frogs (they're disappearing at a rapid clip. Maybe we better not justify their existence before they go)
Holiday songs
Individually wrapped cheese slices
365 of Racheal Ray's recipes in one place
undeveloped beachfront properties
cafes sans free wifi access (no! they aren't!!!)
Thomas Kinkade paintings
Thomas Kinkade "illuminators"
Thomas Kinkade-inspired "novels."
payday loan centers
unwaxed floss.
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