gideon's bible

this space for rent

2008-04-01T09:50:00.000-06:00

i've been playing a lot over on tumblr lately, and though blogger is still written into my will (they stand to inherit all of my html for dummies books), it's easier for me to set up camp in one spot.

join me in my reign of terror.

he said i could leave the glasses part showing

2008-03-12T11:54:00.002-06:00

that annoying lawyer guy called last week to tell me he'd be in philly for business (which is code for "i'm coming out to visit you because you don't call you don't write and you probably owe me $$ [which means he was actually in town for business]).

we went to dinner at a hollywood version of an east coast city's attempt at los angeles atmosphere with mexican cuisine. we knew it was going to be a fun night when the lawyer asked the hostess what "el vez" meant, and she said that " el vez is the name of a singer performer; he's like a mexican elvis..."

and it was funny, because neither of us had to blink before we started in with "well, i didn't know he had his own restaurant!" and " who knew that el vez was good buds with stephen starr!" and the lawyer said "well i'm sure according to the lawsuit he won't be!" and we both laughed it up, and the hostess had no idea what was going on, but i might guess she won't last very long there.

or that stephen starr might need to review his training policies.

reasons i do not like dave grohl, in a five-paragraph essay.

2008-03-03T07:19:00.004-07:00

many people enjoy the music of the foo fighters. these music fans may also believe that foo fighters lead singer dave grohl is really cool or funny. in this essay i will explain why i think dave grohl is neither.

first, dave grohl takes it upon himself to self-absorbedly direct the foo fighters music videos. these music videos often have a tone of parody or comical context. evidenced in productions like "learn to fly," "bigme," and "monkey wrench," grohl is persistent in wanting to be percieved as very funny or likable. unfortunately, he often casts himself as the protagonist in these videos ¹, and lacks the humility and/or confidence that often attracts people to main characters. i say this because the typical protagonist has an implied struggle (man vs. beast, man vs. man, man vs. technology, etc.), and in all of the foo fighters videos starring dave grohl, dave grohl is always the saving grace with all the answers, and that's just a little bit pompous. protagonists are often pompous², but dave grohl is a real life person and real life pompous people are annoying.

second, dave grohl is supposed to be a serious, introspective, prolific song writer with lots of "tats" and big leather wristbands. this classification of performing artist is usually found with evidence of depression, substance abuse, or general personal struggle³ that attributes to their artistic development. this is somewhat negated by the fact that the large majority of foo fighter songs are written in a major key. a simple yet logical understanding of major keys vs. minor keys is that major keys sound happy, and minor keys sound sad. one could conclude, then, that dave grohl lacks the depth or spectrum of emotion that produces music or any other artform that can be considered introspective or prolific.

a final point in my argument is that since the well-publicized suicide of his former band's lead singer (a band in which grohl was much better suited as the mysterious, talented drummer), grohl has become unabashed as a celebrity opportunist, consistently one-upping the celebrity and public persona alike. for example, did you, the reader, listen to led zepplin in your younger years? well, grohl not only listened to them, but he was obsessed with them and has been since he was a teenager. or perhaps you were one of the millions who enjoyed molly ringwald and her movies when you were younger? well, dave grohl would have given his left nut to be with her. did YOU proclaim that? no. no you didn't. but dave grohl did. further, grohl is known to pull public stunts to keep himself in the media. case in point: he recently announced his run for president. whether or not the article is serious, it is interesting that a rock star would choose to publish an article during a highly-anticipated presidential nomination, wherein election campaign results are often at the top of media headlines.

in conclusion, i reinforce my evidence that dave grohl is pompous, lacks artistic depth, and is an opportunist. while i do actually enjoy one foo fighters song⁴, the unattractive personality of their very intentional frontman renders him, and therefore the band, decidedly uncool and/or unfunny.

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_{1. While it is not uncommon for lead singers to play the protagonist in music videos, it is also very, very common for them to not play the lead in the music videos.

2. Richard III, Lisa in Weird Science, Captain from 300

3. As noted in this conversation between Elizabeth and Janie in the film Drop Dead Fred:Janie: I did this self actualising course this week and basically they taught us that pain is your friend, it's your humanity, pain makes you interesting. Look at Elvis.
Elizabeth: Yeah, but didn't Elvis kill himself?

Janie: Yes, but before that he was very, very interesting.
4. Everlong - one of their few songs in a minor key}

i'll tumblr for ya

2008-02-27T11:46:00.002-07:00

this is my bandwagon and i saved you a seat.

i don't think i'm going to install comments, so if you'd like to grow some cajones and make fun of me to my face for putting my poetry on the internet, you can do so here.

coast to coast

2008-02-21T08:49:00.003-07:00

whatever guilt i feel from moving so far away from our family's premier offspring is subsidized by the fact that i love this little thing so much, i'm almost nervous that my sister and her husband would want to have another kid.

anything that takes away from this one being the absolute in the universe of Things That Are Good is borderline offensive in nature.

i'm off to oregon to celebrate her first year of life. chocolate cake awaits her face and her two first teeth. if you're having any sort of bad day, just watch this on repeat and know my splendor.

my bloody valentine

2008-02-15T12:21:00.003-07:00

when i was a girl scout, i went with my troop to a nuggets game (back in the mcnichol's chapter of denver basketball sucketry), and they were beating the utah jazz so bad that i felt so sorry for the jazz because they must have been so embarrassed losing in front of all those people. so i started secretly wishing they would get some more points - and then they did. and then they won. and then i felt bad for cursing a loss on my home team. thus is my internal adolescent struggle.

on that same note, i sort of feel bad for valentine's day because everyone hates it so much. it's mass produced and capital and puts retail robotic rapping stuffed animals in pink ruffles on the shelf at rite aid, and beyond the realm of 5th grade, has the capacity to ostracize people who aren't in a (public) romantic relationship. but it sort of makes me laugh when people get so personally offended by valentine's day's existence: do they put up the same stunt on father's day if they're not a father? mother's day? veteran's day if they're not a veteran?

this is really all just a segue into an awesome story:

my dad has always been very good about sending me flowers on a valentine's day any year that i was single on the forsaken holiday, and this year i did not get flowers from my dad, presumably because i'm not. so yesterday, after a late-day trip to the eye doctor and having my eyes dilated, and having bought a new shirt (i realize it might not have been the best afternoon to do some clearance sale shopping since i couldn't see anything, but i can't ever justify shopping retail, and i found a white blouse in my size for like $15 and i was like, score, i'll wear a pretty new shirt to dinner), i was getting ready for a lovely valentine's day thai food and champagne dinner out with the new bf.

as an aside, white clothing an i have a very long-standing, special, destructive relationship.

after getting home, eyes still dilated, i'm almost ready to go and figure, listen, if i'm getting fancy, i'm getting fancy.

so i reach into the bottom drawer of my built-in loft bathroom vanity where the red nail polish stays, and set it next to me. a moment later i grab the top of the lid to shake the bottle, and must've forgotten i loosened the lid, as i sent the entire, full bottle of red nail polish summersaulting in the air - flinging a massacre of red nail polish in every direction in the room - mirror, floor, foot wall, shelf, towels...and landing back in the open drawer from which it came, sideways, spilling it's entirety onto it's contents.

mind you, i still can't see very well, but i can clearly make out that it looks like a scene from 28 days later.

i stand very still for a few moments muttering a few ohmygods (still trying not to swea r), and swiftly grab the bottle of acetone and first, wash off my lacquer-covered hands as not to make matters worse. i take off the new shirt and move it to safe-keeping, and get to dousing my entire bathroom in nail polish remover (thank god for cement loft floors and veneer bathroom shelving), all while my vision is slowly returning to normal.

when it gets to a manageable, non-shock-inducing resemblance of a murder scene, i leave to get fresh air and check the new shirt, totally pre-forgiving myself if i let loose any expletives should i discover the new shirt is ruined.

alas, not one drop of red nail polish landed anywhere on the shirt. my feet? all over. my jeans? yep. the walls which will have to be sanded and repainted? all. over.

but not the new, white shirt - so i immediately pick up the phone and call one person who knows well my tenacity in ruining white cloths and telling her the story, to which she responded, "congratulations, anne. today you are a woman."

(stereo)typing 70 wpm

2008-01-24T09:07:00.000-07:00

on some shadowed, quiet landing in the fire escapes of my reason sits a naive gijyun that operates on stereotypes.

there is a part of me that hasn't been adequately flexed that envisions people in new york all walk around with iPods and glasses of wine in their hand, laughing about how they got this really ugly pair of boots from the thrift store last weekend as an ironic addition to their new work suit, which, ironically, can double as evening wear to the secret dance party that no one knows about yet where they whisper rude things about people while they sweat in a basement, and then go home to an 800 square foot studio that house their associate director business suits and american apparel for the job they have to make their monthly $3,000 rent. also, they never smile, and they social climb so they can drink for free.

similarly, in l.a., i envision that people have sunglasses permanently surgeried to their face, because you need them even in places like the gym or the shower. and they carry rum and diet cokes every where they go, wearing obnoxious boots that hint of vintage and irony (a new trend the origins they know not of), and are all very orange, and talk about how to walk over your coworkers to get a promotion so you can buy a flat screen t.v. that's .25 inches bigger than the one you have now. also, they had their smile surgically implanted, and they social climb so they can drink for free.

in denver, snarkiness acts as currency at local bars, and you hide the fact that you got that great shirt from urban outfitters because you couldn't afford the exact same one from one of the boutiques on broadway or colfax. and you've tried several times to make "night" with some sort of "theme" but you just can't get it to take off because no one does anything fun anymore, but it doesn't matter because you're worried about other things like the redunkulous house you just bought because you're extremely educated and white, all the good bands don't skip your town anymore. also, you smile all the time because you're a hippie, and you can afford to drink so you disregard the social climbing.

in philadelphia, you make a point to participate in things, if not only to prove that you're just as good if not better than new york. and you just wish people would stop comparing you to new york. or calling you the sixth burrough of new york. or calling you new york's little brother. or wishing people would stop asking you to come up to new york all the time. you have thought about taking a job in new york, but then you wouldn't be able to live in an apartment you can afford, or make fun of the snotty kids in new york anymore. you get stabbed in the back. you smirk naturally all the time, and everyone's just as broke as you are, so free drinks don't exist.

in chicago, people in the winter are too cold to talk. in boston they're too busy reading the newspaper. seattle and portland are tied up with trying to organize a grunge renaissance, austin's already too cool for everything, atlanta is a soverign southern nation, and salt lake city just acquired a dooce, so they're set for at least another decade.

in summary, let this be the last post in which i refer to myself in the third person, and god bless the u.s.a.

how to let go of @#$%.

2008-01-15T10:02:00.000-07:00

last friday, i opted to take a longer subway ride and wait in the rain for a connecting bus to a longer walk home - because i have seem to have hit that wall where you think to yourself "if i honestly have to go through this routine one more time, i'm going lohan."

why the celebrity-strength hostility, gijyun? didn't you like, just get back from vacation?

yes - i think that might be part of the problem. YOU try keeping a smile on your mug after spending a white christmas in denver and a week in costa rica and have to come back to rainy, freezing philadelphia where the seasonal discomfort is surmounted only by the fact that somehow, you thought it'd be a fantastic idea to resolve to give up expletives for the new year.

i dare you to try it for a day.

of all the vices i hath excorcized, this one is proving the most challenging by far. i've tried using a new year's resolution to restrict what goes in my mouth, but never what comes out. making a plan for quitting smoking and not drinking for a month and cutting out high fructose corn syrup pale in comparison, because they all have other things that can supplement or vindicate them (living, the end of the month, and limited amounts of organic cane sugar, respectively).

but my catalog of expletive substitutes is limited. hence, i act to emplore you, both of the remaining bible readers, to suggest other things one can grumble, for instance, when you get all the way to work in the rain and realize you left your boss's receipts that had to be turned in by noon on your dresser at home.

like an overcooked holiday turkey

2007-12-13T14:27:00.000-07:00

you could argue that my livelihood is dry.

in fact, you'd find it hard to find someone with whom to argue this.

the dryness of my workday goes beyond conference calls and powerpoint presentations. it excels far past cubicles, employee potlucks, abusive amounts of office policy signage, id badges, lanyards, conference travel, administrative roadblocks and paper trails. NO one thinks that health care is sexy, and if they do, they're either without good conscience or running for public office.

when i fall into cubicle surreality of silence and monitored web surfing, i have to remind myself of how i got here and that this is all part of "the bigger picture." but it just occurred to me that aside from the policy meetings and agendas and minutes and strategy groups, the no music policy in the office and the gray maze of partitions renders my workday effectively colorless and without art.

the best part of my workday lately is when i find typos in committee emails or reading an article about certain professional societies declaring professional war on our charge.

i think to myself, this is the root of corporate aggressiveness: complete lack of aesthetic stimulation. to its credit, though, i have decided that neutral colors are not welcome in my home.

merry christmas, beige - today, you die.

if/then: i had a theory

2007-12-12T15:03:00.000-07:00

that if music comes out of ear buds and you hear it through your ear canal, and your nasal passage is close to your throat, which is close to your ear canal, then if you put the ear buds in your mouth, you will hear music.

i was wrong.

i break stuff.

2007-11-26T09:29:00.000-07:00

i have successfully defeated my fourth digital camera - modern technological durability is no match for my purse.

i swore the last time this happened that i wouldn't buy another one (i can tear up $300 in the privacy of my own home without comprimising my the privacy of those around me on my flickr account, thankyouverymuch), but we all know that's a load of bunk.

i have demolished two nikon coolpix, one sony, and one vizio camera - the vizio served me the longest before its demise. can anyone recommend a digital camera that takes a licking and keeps on taking pictures of drunk people and food?

also, if you have a spare digital SLR lying around, remember the theory of utility, which quoth: s/he who has-eth extra electronics lying around is obligated to the greater good of anne's flickr account.

i break rules.

2007-11-19T09:21:00.000-07:00

i know it's taboo to talk about your own kid (or in this case, my sister's) on your blog because the awesomeness of babies is usually 95% arbitrary, but i'm leaving work early today to pack some lynn siblings into the city of philadelphia (and new york, and new jersey) for the holiday, and i figured it's not fair that i get to have all the fun.

so here - have a picture of my flesh and blood playing in some leaves, and set your tofurkeys and turduckens to broil. GREENZO OUT.

maybe willy loman just needed a sweater.

2007-11-13T08:02:00.000-07:00

it's rainy outside today. i'm on a conference call at work right now (literally - the phone is resting on my shoulder against my ear, and someone is asking if my boss is going join us on the line [the answer is no - she's at the dentist, and i say she's "in meetings"]).

when the seasons exhaust into the winter shift, i try not to sled too quickly into giving myself an annual review. does anyone else do this? keep a mental report card of things you set out almost a year ago to do? (god, i hope not. but if so, you can come sit with me at the loser's table in heaven's lunchroom and combat the wet spaghetti noodles that get thrown at us from river phoenix's posse. jerks.)

probably not unlike yourself, there's some things i sorta tried to do this year (close any interest-bearing debts, start a work-out regiment, pay my taxes, be nice to old people) and things i can say i actually did (move to a new city, keep my room clean, take economics classes, read more books). and because i am a product of denver public schools, i prefer to focus on the fact that i'm actually trying, rather than focusing on accomplishing all of these (oh man i can't wait to get sued for saying that).

i'm wearing a sweater that i unloaded from a box of winter clothes that i packed and shipped last spring. i remember thinking, "i wonder where i'm going to be the next time i put this on."

on the subway in today, it struck me that the last time i was wearing this sweater, just about a year ago, i hardly had the means to drag myself out of bed and start another day. four seasons ago, everything 2000 miles west of where i am now was dying a slow death and i was immobilized by inability to decided if i was supposed to abide (nothing lasts forever) or intervene (do not go gentle).

that roller coaster sound wave has since mellowed to a low background hum - i'm not sure if i survived the ride or escaped it.

i'm sure, though, that like most DPS grads, i get an A for effort - it'd be an A+ if old people weren't so damn slow all the time.

happy halloween!

2007-10-31T07:59:00.000-06:00

from the burninator and a guitar hero.

not pictured: 1up mushroom and a bleeding heart robot.

do you ever get those matrix moments

2007-10-29T06:58:00.000-06:00

where it's a pretty typical morning, though you went to starbucks for a latte which is weird because you don't really ever go to starbucks and you never get lattes, and it's the first morning in october that actually feels like a morning in october since most of the month has peaked at over 80 °, and you were the first one in the office and you didn't turn the lights on just to see what it felt like to sit at your computer in the dark, and at quarter to eight a.m. the phone at your desk rings and you pick it up, but because the whole morning's been slightly off-kilter, you suddenly forget your name, where you work, and who you are?

current costume pitches:

zombie prom queen
pumpkin spice, the long lost spice girl
trainwreck
technophile

i like trains.

2007-10-18T08:37:00.000-06:00

i didn't know i liked trains until i had to start taking them all the time - they're not really a common mode of transportation in the high plains; the rocky mountain menu offers you a selection of a long car trip or an expensive flight.

i've taken a train to someplace no less than 10 times in the last five months, and while i don't think they'll be booming out west again any time soon, i have been working on a list of why trains are the next airplanes (so meta!):

1. there's no seatbelt. there's also no corresponding interlude from the flight attendant heckling you to fasten it. in fact, there's no attendant that heckles you at all, except to show your ticket. then you pretty much get to do whatever you want. trains allow you to live on the edge (like slash did in the LIVIN' ON THE EDGE VIDEO where he had to get out of the way of the what? THE TRAIN.).

2. you're usually connected - trains have the added bonus of wi-fi. not only that, but they have power outlets right there at your seat. iPod battery dead? charge it! cell phone low? charge it! laptop? plug it in! electric shaver? turn it on! food processor? set it to chop! need to plug in your reading lamp? no problem!

3. they're dependable. trains are on time, usually never delayed, and very, very rarely cancelled.

4. SNACK CAR.

5. i saw jeffrey sebelia at 30th street station yesterday. he was standing in line with everybody else to get to the platform, and i told him i'd be remiss if i didn't say hello and that i was a fan, and he said oh thank you! and then i left him alone. this has nothing to do with why trains are better than airplanes, but i didn't know how else to fit in the anecdote, so merry christmas.

trains, i choo-choo-choose you.

project spamalot, cont.

2007-10-10T14:17:00.000-06:00

so, after receiving what seemed like a sincere email from retep0201 (which quickly made me realize just how dense i am, not seeing that retep is peter spelled backwards), i actually got three more from him that day.

"he" sent me ("he," since i still have no proof of whether this is a real person or a bot, a spammer or simply a confused german gentleman) an email with the subject "here is why," which included a link to his online kodakgallery.com photoalbum, and though i am really weary of phishing, i clicked through and saw photos of this old dude and his wife, on vacation in coppenhagen, which just confused me even further.

is retep/peter a real dude? if he is, how'd he get my email address? if not, why is this bot so clever that it actually compiled a photojournal of retep in an attempt to phish my email address?

i think they just went on a cruise or something. i still get emails from him, most of which contain more links to his photoalbums.

whether or not he's real, it's hard to imagine pestering a mug like that on AIM, so i mostly leave him alone anymore.

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!

stay tuned for the story about the danish (icelandic? dutch?) university kids that somehow put me on their email listserve and continue to send me their papers for review!

project spamalot

2007-10-05T11:14:00.001-06:00

enough about baseball, what's up with you?

to kick off another installment of sober in october®, i thought i'd tell you all a story about spam.

i, like many, am very curious about the origins of spam (the junk email, not the hawaiian canned meat sensation), and any time i get spam from an AOL address, i always add the handle to my buddy list to see if it's a real person.

take, for example, retep0201. in november of 06, i received this email:

From: "Retep0201@aol.com"
To: annelynn

got you in my computer. you will see my e mail and no doubt will be shown in case you copied it down wrong ha ha. we will talk later as after I got off the phone carmen got up to go to the lu and said who was on phone and I told her it was you. she said same as I said that we were talking about you guys the other day. small world eh. we will talk later.
peter and carmen

who is peter? who is carmen? like rob cockerham and his how much is inside adventures, i was determined to find out. any time retep0201 signed on, i'd make it an attempt to ruin (or enrich. you never know with me) his life:

Retep0201 signed on at 10:37:27 AM.
jezabel245: SPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAM
jezabel245: guess what
jezabel245: i like spammers
jezabel245: that means you and i get to be good buds
Retep0201 signed off at 10:58:58 AM
or this one:

[14:07] jezabel245: my back hurts. probably because of something you did.
[14:09] Meebo Message: Retep0201 is offline

or this one:
11:44] jezabel245: are you ready to bury the hatchet?
[11:45] jezabel245: when you're so quiet like this, so strong and pensive, i can't tell you how much it turns me on.
[11:59] Meebo Message: Retep0201 is offline

or this one (*i was watching Borat at this time. yes, i feel this aside is necessary. because bad things would happen if it weren't here.):

[10:40] jezabel245: THROW THE JEW DOWN THE WELL
[10:40] jezabel245: SO MY COUNTRY CAN BE FREE
[10:41] jezabel245: YOU MUST GRAB HIM BY HIS HORNS
[10:41] jezabel245: THEN WE HAVE A BIG PARTY
[10:48] Meebo Message: Retep0201 is offline

or this one:

[13:49] jezabel245: hi sweetie
[13:49] jezabel245: your mom called
[13:49] jezabel245: she and your sister are coming over for dinner tomorrow
[13:50] jezabel245: which means we need to clean up the guest bedroom before they get here, you naughty boy
13:51] Meebo Message: Retep0201 is offline

then finally one day, i got another email from retep0201:

From: "Retep0201@aol.com"
To: annelynn

i am a kodak member-ur e mail or how you sent it wants me to be a member but i am and have been long time so long that i forget my password so just send it to me as an email and we will look at it. as i said we were busy busy and gone to the baltic and amsterdam for 3 weeks on a cruise out of amsterdam after several days there. what have you been doing? have picture of carmen and me at dinner on ship and will send soon to show we are still alive and kicking. our grand kids are 19 and 17 (susie's) and 3 year and 18 months (michel's)-dianne 000000000.
talk later
peter and carmen

...there's more to this story, but blogger is being wired about the blockquotes and i'm super hungry, so i'm off to get lunch.

IS THE SUSPENSE KILLING YOU?

phillies win

2007-10-01T12:31:00.000-06:00

hopefully it won't be long before people realize my good luck charm-like qualities.

redefining altruism

2007-09-19T07:59:00.000-06:00

you know what they say about good intentions: they're chocolatey.

i volunteered last weekend for the philadelphia distance run, a popular annual half-marathon here in the city. one of our programs had 75 neighborhood youths participating and i thought it'd be real magical to go hand out little cups of gatorade at the finish line.

but, like any wishful volunteer, i was struggling to keep my same sense of spiritual pursuit alive when i was stuck behind the merchandise booth selling official memorabilia tshirts for $25 a pop in the gigantic convention center expo.

the good news was that all of the 18,000 participants were given goodie bags of shwag, and everyone got a free box of chocolate soy milk which i'm pretty crazy about except when it's too expensive and when hippies feed it to their newborns.

so after almost 7 hours of backbreaking mel brooks-style salemanship (moichandising! moichandising!), i told the expo coordinators that i'd carry home as much as they were willing to give me and ended up with two free cases of chocolate soy milk that i've effectively bragged about to my entire neighborhood and office.

victory tastes like free.

a few questions for mark wild, executive producer of animal planet's "meerkat manor."

2007-09-18T07:22:00.000-06:00

1. i sat like a meerkat in a meeting last week to display submission and subordinace and was "spoken to." what gives?

2. have you ever eaten a scorpion? it is not recommended.

3. meerkats live in africa. if we imported them here and integrated them into native (or transplanted) ecosystems here in the united states, do we have to refer to them as african american meerkats?

4. is this really necessary?

5. if there's someone in my office who thinks she runs the show, is it a good idea to practice chin swiping and anal marking to display my dominance and mark my territory?

6. lola's sister knocked her out of the authoritative positon, slept with her boyfriend, and then with her boyfriend's brother. have you considered producing a meerkat montel williams in the future?

i suck at a lot of things

2007-09-17T07:41:00.000-06:00

but blogging is surely close to the top of that long, bullet-pointed list (complete with table of contents and appendices).

i'm never far ahead enough to entertain you with breaking news links, and baby jesus knows i'm too much of a simpleton to give you any sort of developed opinion that means anything lately, so instead of bore you (which, hey! i've pretty much already done today - i mean, i'm already well into my second paragraph and i'm still yapping about myself, right? it's just so easy to do. it's like a trap - you start talking about one thing and you just get all sidetracked and un-lucid about your original point...hey, is un-lucid a word? what is the act of not being lucid? being cotarded? i have no idea - i keep forgetting to bring my big thesaurus to work with me, because it's packed deep in the storage closet, and it's a pain to lug that thing on the subway. but remind me sometime to tell you about how much i like the show psych on usa. totally one of those shows that was probably meant as programming filler but some clever doll in the writing department is pumping that show so full of literary references it's like going to high school english lit x all over again in 60 minutes [minus commercial time if you thought ahead and dvr'd it so you could fast-forward through all of the commercials]. good show. give it a whirl. kay, i'm gonna get out of this parenthetical now). whew! i almost got lost in there. i need a map out of my own thought process sometimes.

also, steve shoppman is well underway in his around-the-world-by-truck adventures, and i thought you'd all enjoy this. tell him hi. he likes it.

how was your weekend?

here and there

2007-09-11T14:36:00.000-06:00

here:
full house: live!
...as good as it sounds. a few photos here.

there:
variety.com list of 50 unmissable film festivals skips denver's international film festival but lists telluride: "only major festival to keep its lineup and guests secret until opening night."

you know you're an ass when...

2007-09-07T13:04:00.001-06:00

i have to admit that between myspace and facebook, i still kind of like myspace better because it gives you so many more opportunities to be obnoxious and catty.

for instance, i ashamedly admit that a lot of times that i look at (mostly girls') profiles and i see someone who ONLY has photos of ONLY themselves, and think "wow, this girl(guy/band/full grown woman) is seriously impressed with themselves."

and i just looked at my own myspace pictures and realized what an ass i am. but it was kinda awesome when i was black.

happy friday, ass.

we know you had a good time last night, frank. the whole town knows you had a good time.

2007-09-04T11:54:00.000-06:00

so long, summer.

you were a good one.

p.s. check out how long my legs look.