tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2269357620569519122009-07-07T17:46:21.104-07:00Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02690075752143597922noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-226935762056951912.post-27412284554542961642009-01-30T10:00:00.000-08:002009-01-30T11:05:09.180-08:00

Wednesday was #empathyday on Twitter, not sure why. I always thought hump day was enough of a burden for one day to bear, but whatever. Someone posted a link to a New York Times article about a group of tragic women who were dating or married to bankers and stockbrokers. This gaggle of poor unfortunates even have their own blog where they share stories of pain and suffering like having credit

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There was an interesting article in the New York Times recently about a pastor, Rev. Ed Young suggesting his parishioners take a 7-day sex challenge to try to improve their marriages. I'm guessing among some evangelical churchgoers this is a shocking concept. But the article isn't what interests me, it was the reaction on Twitter. A single guy remarked angrily "single people have the same needs

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God it sounds like the title of a really bad movie in the $5 bin. I was tagged and then retagged for this Seven Things You Don't Know About Me meme. I promised myself I wouldn't make a tag-team joke right here so you'll just have to make up your own.Why am I dragging my feet? Because this is incredibly hard. Seven things? Are there even seven things about me in total? Criminy!So I wrote several,

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If you know me at all, you know I'm a sucker for memes. Anika of Faboo Mama fame posted on Twitter about this Flickr meme and, well, you can guess the rest. Here's what she said:“It works like this: if you use Flickr, go to the sixth page of your photostream and pick the sixth picture there, then post it to your blog.”Kinda bummed it stops at just 2 sixes because 1 more and I could have worked in

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There has been a lot of talk on Twitter about Qwitter. If you don't know what Twitter is, might I suggest something off the archived posts menu? Anyway, Qwitter which allows you to track who unfollows you and what your last tweet was. There are big problems with this concept. Personally, I don't unfollow based on a single tweet. It's more a buildup of annoyance until I just.can't.take.it.anymore

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I went to see Spring Awakening the other night at the Ahmanson. Lots of hype so I was pretty jazzed. Walking into the theater, I could feel the prickle of excitement and buzz in the air. There were scads of girls dressed as schoolboys in knickers and ties, looking like effete Angus Young impersonators. This show already had rabid fans dressing up like characters? Damn.Spring Awakening is about

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Draw a pig. Not just any pig, a magical pig that will reveal your personality. Who would possibly waste 5 minutes drawing a pig? I don't know either!Apparently this pig says I'm a realist and a crappy listener but at least I have an amazing sex life. How did he know?!

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Or so I hope. I just registered with Goodreads today, a site that allows you to log and track the books you're reading. Their tag line is "It's what your friends are reading!" Not sure about that, but hang on, it gets better. Like Twitter, you can start following other users. The bonus here is that you can get recommendations for books to read from them and share your favorites.I'm going to be

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I don't know when it started, probably in my junior high drafting class. Something about those drafting tables and T-squares and the wonderful smell of the saw dust from woodworking class. I'd sit down at that drafting table, take up my rectangular pencil, and just feel a wave of calm wash over me. The residual? I now suffer from a blueprint fetish. All those intricate, perfect intersections and

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Robert Wilson was back at LA Opera AGAIN, doing his same, tired, played-out pantomime Butterfly, AGAIN. Just a thought, if you don't give Butterfly any props and she kills herself with an invisible samurai sword, it leaves a lot to the imagination. Did she eat some bad sushi? Is she doing the worm?The highlight of the evening was the scrim getting stuck.Madame Butterfly: Death in Pantomime from

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Coming to a bookflap near you! Maybe. OK, probably not but I have a pic already ready already.Well today is November 1st: the day looming on my horizon, filling me with dread and panic. No, not 3 days until election day, it's NaNoWriMo kickoff day! NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. You basically sign up and attempt to write a 50,000-page (or more) novel in 30 days. It's like an

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moar funny picturesYes I'm using a LOLcat on this post. If you are a LOLcat snob, maybe this blog isn't the place for you anyway.First Daily Kos scared the crap out of me with this piece about touch screen voting machine errors.Then Gizmodo made me wish I had an iPhone so I could harrass everyone in my phonebook with this cool Obama app.Need to take a break from all the serious stuff? See Dress

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Today I had an epiphany. My goal is to post daily, or at least weekly but then this thing called life gets in the way. It's pesky that way. Between my husband, my children, my pets, and my Twitter addiction, things like bills, housework, and blog posts fall by the wayside. I was almost going to refer to myself as a "busy mom" but then I'd have to stick a fork in my eye, so I won't go there. I'm

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Confession time: I found a banana in the bottom of my purse today. A banana I apparently put in there several days ago. Okay, maybe a week. On the Top 1000 Great Things To Find In Your Purse list, bananas don't even make the cut. So why am I so ashamed of this? Well, I think it says a lot about me, all of it not good. Let's do a little Jungian handbag analysis here:my purse is rather clutteredmy

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Update: McKenzie has been FOUND, safe and sound.Today maybe Twitter can use it's power of immediacy and viral spreadage of information (from the French, spredage) to help find a 14-year-old girl, and the 17-year-old boy who probably took her. Word of this Amber Alert spread like wildfire and became some of the most popular words on Twitter, as everyone retweeted the cry for help. Sure we're

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I had a major Smurf obsession as a child. I wasn't too interested in the cartoon, that was just an added bonus. My main focus of concentration was on the little figurines. Making matters worse, much worse, was the fact that my best friend Yvonne had every single character known to man. You see, Yvonne was German. That was her rationale, not mine. She'd say it and shrug, as if it to say 'Silly

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So get this, there is a dude on Twitter PRETENDING to be a blonde girl and he has almost FIFTEEN-HUNDRED followers. While I, a REAL live blonde girl, only have 240! Do you see the injustice here?! Of course I was aware there were probably fake hotties on Twitter. Hell I even had my suspicions about iJustine until I saw her with my own eyes. I didn't throw water on her to see if she'd short out

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Well tonight is the big debate between Palin and Biden. So what's the catch? Tonight is Thursday! The night I watch the Tivo'd Project Runway from last night. Now what am I supposed to do? (Don't say "watch it tomorrow", it ruins the whole punchline, just hush).If I could somehow get the audio from Project Runway over the video of the debate, it would almost appear as if Heidi and Tim were

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It's almost October so you'd best get crackin on that super-original Halloween costume. Your choices are boundless and sometimes that much choice is painful and stultifying, so I've whipped up a handy chart to make things easier on you.Boys usually take Halloween less seriously and are more than happy to just slap a mask on their head and consider it done. Just as long as they get to carry a

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Last Friday was the first opera of the 2008/09 season for us, David Cronenberg's The Fly. Whenever a film director deigns to direct an opera, it's always a bit exciting. Especially here in Whoresville, we love to coo and clap for our movie directors. Mr. Cronenberg's 1986 film The Fly (originally done in 1958 w/Vincent Price) quickly became a cult classic and is a great piece of cinema. However (

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Oh David, who is going to rail now against:Postmodern irony, hip cynicism, a hatred that winks and nudges you and pretends it's just kidding. Warning: There are footnotes to this post. Those with short attention spans or an aversion to footnotes are not recommended to continue on. Reader discretion is advised. "David Foster Wallace, Dead at 46" was not a headline I was expecting to see

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Well it has been almost one whole month since the New Media Expo, so I should probably get around to writing that post about it, right? I mean, I bought business cards and everything!Going to Las Vegas for the NME was a crazy weird thing for me to do. I've only been blogging since about April, so it was a tad ... premature. But I rationalized it with "I'll learn so much!" Okay, I did actually

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Miu Miu is the nickname of famed Prada founder Miucci Prada and the chosen label for her fresh-faced, younger, more playful line (pssst: that means it is 'more affordable'). Miu Miu just opened it's Bevery Hills store on Rodeo and my husband was kind enough to capture the gorgeousness. Here is a peek inside. I know you've been tossing and turning because the suspense has been killing you.Bonus D&

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A few days ago, McCain elected or nominated or knighted or deputized (something!) Sarah Palin as his VP nominee. I was just minding my own business, letting Twitter filter my news for me so I could avoid watching the talking heads on TV. News coverage on television, particularly the political variety, makes me want to become a cutter and start doing heavy (ier) drugs so I try to avoid it. Okay,

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A few days ago on 12seconds, the daily challenge was to "tell someone you love them." At first, there were NO replies. This was rather odd. Just days before, on themes like:"What's your favorite Star Wars movie?" "What muppet do you most identify with?" "Sing your favorite song when you were 13."the replies they were aplenty.This seemed bizarre to me at first until I thought about making my own .

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