Tuesday, November 25, 2008
More quotes (because I can't think for myself)!
"Be as a bird perched on a frail branch she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings." - Victor Hugo
Monday, November 24, 2008
All Ladies of the Century need money somehow...
This lady has gotten a job. An almost real job. Since there are no jobs she wants, she must get a job that is reliable, lucrative, though undesirable. She is...a bank teller!
ooooo let your fantasies run wild!
the branch I'll be working in is in a nice town with plenty of funny little shops to explore and coffees to sample, so I'll be content for at least a few months. So now, when people ask me what I "do", rather than saying I'm an unemployed former student who lives at home in the town I grew up in, I can say I'm a BANK TELLER former student who lives at home in the town I grew up in.
I'm going to look at this as a step in the right direction.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
ooo, Perezzies!
| Hottest Hookup | Biggest Breakup |
| Lindsay Lohan and Sa... | Anne Hathaway and Ra... |
| Favorite Jonas | Breakout Star of the Year |
| Nick | Robert Pattinson |
| Baddest Bad Girl | Biggest Scandal |
| Amy Winehouse | Raffaello Follieri's... |
| Best Dressed | Worst Dressed |
| Anne Hathaway | Aubrey O'Day |
| Hottest Hottie | Cutest Celebuspawn |
| Robert Pattinson | Kingston Rossdale |
| Most Improved | Worst Trainwreck |
| Britney Spears | Lily Allen |
| Most DVR-worthy Series | Biggest Box Office Blowout |
| The Office | Twilight |
| Celeb of the Year | |
| Heath Ledger | |
Who would you vote for?
Go to PerezHilton.com to vote!
Go to PerezHilton.com to vote!
Friday, November 7, 2008
The very reason I won't let my cat Binx venture outside yet...
"The thing about cats is that they're nocturnal creatures, meaning they prefer the night! Then again, so do coyotes, feral dogs, and devil worshipers..."
-The Dad on Malcolm in the Middle (heh)
-The Dad on Malcolm in the Middle (heh)
Thursday, November 6, 2008
The L.o.C. Gastro Diaries: The Met Bar & Grill
So when I started this thing (around last week...) I decided that it may be beneficial to comment on not only what I'm reading, watching, smelling or stealing, but also what I'm eating and drinking. Because I am in the mood and still too full to move and do something productive, I will today write about The Met Bar & Grill, specifically the one in Natick, MA. Yes, the one in the abominable Natick Mall Collection (hisssssss).
To celebrate our last day of temping together at our temp-of-the-month position, my co-worker and I decided to celebrate with tall drafts of bubbly brew and red meat. Yes, it was a true ladies night out.
I'm going to keep this simple: it was satisfying. No...it was saaaatisfying. The kind of satisfying that is so satisfying that you have no choice but to roll off of your bar stool at the meals end and make the slow march back to your car in a gastronomic stupor. The fact that one must also navigate through a mildly frightening and mostly-hidden secret hallway that winds behind all of the hip new stores to get into the faraway parking lot you left your silly little red Civic in to escape makes the experience a bit less satisfying, but that is no one's fault but my own. Or possible my co-worker's fault because it was she who demanded we park near the new American Girl Store. Oh, folly!
That was meant to be simple. NOW I'll get simple.
This is what we ate:
A $5 appetizer of Onion Strings and Fries, served in the very basket it was fried in. Service!
This friend and I don't typically enjoy onion rings, but these are strings and therefore very agreable to a ladies palate. We ate more than was attractive. We looked like a couple of moose in a cranberry bog...
That analogy doesn't work at all, but I liked the mental image. Munching moose in a cranberry bog is a MUCH more attractive image than us eating at the Met.
Way off topic. That's just evidence of how good these vittles were. I'm still in a complete stupor.
And, the burger.
I guess Phantom Gourmet RAVES about these burgers, but they like everything and I've never met a phantom I trusted. But they were right, these burgers are boss.
I got the L.A. Burger as an homage to the L.A. trip I have been meaning to make for a while, but keeps getting postponed indefinitely.
It had sprouts, avocado, and sesame seeds. So L.A. Right?
I made a god-awful mess of this. When the bartender brought me a take-home pouch, I refused to let him see the remains because I was so embarassed at what I had done. I did give him a great tip though because he was a water phantom. He literally refilled my water glass twice without me even realizing what had happened. Another testament to the beauty that was this meal.
This was a bit long-winded. Stupor is slowly guiding me towards sleep...slowly...
To celebrate our last day of temping together at our temp-of-the-month position, my co-worker and I decided to celebrate with tall drafts of bubbly brew and red meat. Yes, it was a true ladies night out.
I'm going to keep this simple: it was satisfying. No...it was saaaatisfying. The kind of satisfying that is so satisfying that you have no choice but to roll off of your bar stool at the meals end and make the slow march back to your car in a gastronomic stupor. The fact that one must also navigate through a mildly frightening and mostly-hidden secret hallway that winds behind all of the hip new stores to get into the faraway parking lot you left your silly little red Civic in to escape makes the experience a bit less satisfying, but that is no one's fault but my own. Or possible my co-worker's fault because it was she who demanded we park near the new American Girl Store. Oh, folly!
That was meant to be simple. NOW I'll get simple.
This is what we ate:
A $5 appetizer of Onion Strings and Fries, served in the very basket it was fried in. Service!
This friend and I don't typically enjoy onion rings, but these are strings and therefore very agreable to a ladies palate. We ate more than was attractive. We looked like a couple of moose in a cranberry bog...
That analogy doesn't work at all, but I liked the mental image. Munching moose in a cranberry bog is a MUCH more attractive image than us eating at the Met.
Way off topic. That's just evidence of how good these vittles were. I'm still in a complete stupor.
And, the burger.
I guess Phantom Gourmet RAVES about these burgers, but they like everything and I've never met a phantom I trusted. But they were right, these burgers are boss.
I got the L.A. Burger as an homage to the L.A. trip I have been meaning to make for a while, but keeps getting postponed indefinitely.
It had sprouts, avocado, and sesame seeds. So L.A. Right?
I made a god-awful mess of this. When the bartender brought me a take-home pouch, I refused to let him see the remains because I was so embarassed at what I had done. I did give him a great tip though because he was a water phantom. He literally refilled my water glass twice without me even realizing what had happened. Another testament to the beauty that was this meal.
This was a bit long-winded. Stupor is slowly guiding me towards sleep...slowly...
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
As the country moves ahead, my (semblance of) maturity travels back in time...
Note to self:
Talk about Twilight.
More specifically, talk about Robert Pattinson.
Even more specifically, talk about newly developed urge to find vampire lover.
Edit: Talk about newly developed urge to find vampire lover who looks like Robert Pattinson.
This is going to get very pathetic very quickly.
Edit II: Also will consider tall werewolf lovers.
Talk about Twilight.
More specifically, talk about Robert Pattinson.
Even more specifically, talk about newly developed urge to find vampire lover.
Edit: Talk about newly developed urge to find vampire lover who looks like Robert Pattinson.
This is going to get very pathetic very quickly.
Edit II: Also will consider tall werewolf lovers.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Must Elaborate: 10/26 Broken Social Scene @ Wilbur Theater
Amazing show. The word "epic" popped into my mind at least three times during their set, and possible even one "EPIIIIIIIIIIIIIC".
It will be discussed further...later...
I will point out that while the Wilbur is in a lovely area and looks nice, old and charming on the outside, it's a pretty poorly designed venue. They consider "general admission" to be a relative term that actually means "we'll slap different colored wrist bands on you (and rip off some arm hair with our reckless binding of of the straps adhesive) then herd you into designated fenced-in areas depending on how early you get to the theater."
In my case, I arrived a bit late because traffic was balls, and on a Sunday night, too! Booooo. So, my accomplice and I were put here:
That little yellow box was the cattle pen I was designated to. Those sinister looking red dots surrounding my pen represent the hoard of vicious security personnel. That sad gray dot inside of the pen? Yes, I'm afraid that was me. Saddened with the position I'd been forced into, and a little in pain due to the arm hair I lost due to aforementioned macabre wrist-banning.
Nevertheless, a light could be seen through the gates of my Wilbur prison. And that light was Elizabeth Powell, front-woman of Land of Talk and incumbent female voice on the BSS tour.
I offer this gem of portable media: Elizabeth Powell singing "Anthems for a 17 year old girl" with BSS at the Wilbur on 10/26. It was towards the end of their set and it was completely entrancing. Powell's voice handles all of the BSS songs amazingly well, and she can sing them just as well as Feist or Emily Haines. She's also completely adorable and the unfiltered energy she brings to the stage is addicting and refreshing...especially when viewing the band from a fenced off corner in the back of the theater with alarmingly butch security forces guarding the aisles, preventing anyone from shifting closer to the stage. But I digress...
A thick buzz pulsed through the entire crowd when she began "Anthems" and everyone's hearts suddenly felt a little lighter, and a little more emo. It is possible to feel both at the same time? That's a topic too controversial for these pages. Anyways, we were rewarded with this amazing performance of the song:
I loved this song when I was a 17 year old girl and like, really felt it, man. Doesn't everyone at some point in their lives wish that someone would "park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me"? I did/do/will continue to do so.
It will be discussed further...later...
I will point out that while the Wilbur is in a lovely area and looks nice, old and charming on the outside, it's a pretty poorly designed venue. They consider "general admission" to be a relative term that actually means "we'll slap different colored wrist bands on you (and rip off some arm hair with our reckless binding of of the straps adhesive) then herd you into designated fenced-in areas depending on how early you get to the theater."
In my case, I arrived a bit late because traffic was balls, and on a Sunday night, too! Booooo. So, my accomplice and I were put here:
That little yellow box was the cattle pen I was designated to. Those sinister looking red dots surrounding my pen represent the hoard of vicious security personnel. That sad gray dot inside of the pen? Yes, I'm afraid that was me. Saddened with the position I'd been forced into, and a little in pain due to the arm hair I lost due to aforementioned macabre wrist-banning.
Nevertheless, a light could be seen through the gates of my Wilbur prison. And that light was Elizabeth Powell, front-woman of Land of Talk and incumbent female voice on the BSS tour.
I offer this gem of portable media: Elizabeth Powell singing "Anthems for a 17 year old girl" with BSS at the Wilbur on 10/26. It was towards the end of their set and it was completely entrancing. Powell's voice handles all of the BSS songs amazingly well, and she can sing them just as well as Feist or Emily Haines. She's also completely adorable and the unfiltered energy she brings to the stage is addicting and refreshing...especially when viewing the band from a fenced off corner in the back of the theater with alarmingly butch security forces guarding the aisles, preventing anyone from shifting closer to the stage. But I digress...
A thick buzz pulsed through the entire crowd when she began "Anthems" and everyone's hearts suddenly felt a little lighter, and a little more emo. It is possible to feel both at the same time? That's a topic too controversial for these pages. Anyways, we were rewarded with this amazing performance of the song:
I loved this song when I was a 17 year old girl and like, really felt it, man. Doesn't everyone at some point in their lives wish that someone would "park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me"? I did/do/will continue to do so.
Another quote I like to think I'll remember...
"You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write."
--Saul Bellow (Canadian Writer)
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