In other news, I'm taking applications for new immune systems as my current one is blowing through my vital organs at an alarming rate.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Look at all the places I've been!!
In other news, I'm taking applications for new immune systems as my current one is blowing through my vital organs at an alarming rate.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Oh white people, you don't get to lead anymore
While this is rather painful to watch what with the wooden delivery and icky participants, it really picks up around minute 2 when the "dancing" starts.
Hey DC/NOVA drivers -
I'm your friend. Your gas prices are lower because I'm not out there driving up demand with the rest of you. In return for this consideration, I ask one small favor.
LET ME CROSS AT THE CROSSWALK!!
If we happen to encounter each other at a crosswalk with no signal, help a sister out and let me go first. It's kinda the law.
LET ME CROSS AT THE CROSSWALK!!
If we happen to encounter each other at a crosswalk with no signal, help a sister out and let me go first. It's kinda the law.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
If I were to start a band
It would be called "fatally relevant" and it would be an emo punk band, because as we all know "The first thing you need is a name. Then you'll know what kind of band you've got."
Record companies take note - lowercase is key and a dealbreaker. It shows that we're humble.
Record companies take note - lowercase is key and a dealbreaker. It shows that we're humble.
I bring you the McRice Burger
It's true, I have returned from my epic trek to and across Thailand! Needless to say, it was a fantastic trip! Buddhas, beaches, wicked high temperatures, and thrice-weekly massages appear to add up to the perfect vacation.
Natural beauty and cultural exploration aside, one of my favorite and most cherished Thailand memories was found just down the street from my adoped home in the Sathorn district of Bangkok. I'm not talking about the super-cool spirit house on the corner or even the grouping of working ladies and men that apparently came out after dark (I never saw them, though, so I think the Thai prostitution industry is more centralized in other parts of the city. Parts that good girls don't frequent.). No, I'm talking about the latest culinary delight cooked up by the McDonald's Corporation. I'm talking about THE MCRICE BURGER!!
First introduced to the concept by Mrs. Kristin Ritter, I could not wait to try this delicacy for myself. Below, I give you the pictoral replay of my introduction to unexpected deliciousness.
1. An ad piques my interest in this new concept. You'll note that the McRice Burger adheres to the three basic burger tenets:
1. A grain based bun - In this case, pressed rice patties
2. A meat or meat like filler - Thailand gives you the option of chicken or pork. Yum!
3. Ruffage - Lettuce AND colorful cabbage
2. A welcoming Ronald McDonald wai's me into my local franchise. Wai-ing is a Thai form of respect.
3. "Thanks, Ronald, don't mind if I do. I hear you've got a wonderful new Asian treat that my Anglo tastebuds just can't wait to try!"
4. An ingenius marketing concept, the McRice Burger box is not only stylish, but also functional - it's designed to also be a useful sandwich holder.
4. Chicken or pork? I want an experience; I'll go for pork!
5. Look at all that goodness.
6. I take a moment to mentally prepare.
7. Words have literally failed me, though I hope this picture properly conveys my culinary delight.
8. A truly satisfied customer, and, dare I say, a lifelong convert to the temple of the McRice Burger.
Natural beauty and cultural exploration aside, one of my favorite and most cherished Thailand memories was found just down the street from my adoped home in the Sathorn district of Bangkok. I'm not talking about the super-cool spirit house on the corner or even the grouping of working ladies and men that apparently came out after dark (I never saw them, though, so I think the Thai prostitution industry is more centralized in other parts of the city. Parts that good girls don't frequent.). No, I'm talking about the latest culinary delight cooked up by the McDonald's Corporation. I'm talking about THE MCRICE BURGER!!
First introduced to the concept by Mrs. Kristin Ritter, I could not wait to try this delicacy for myself. Below, I give you the pictoral replay of my introduction to unexpected deliciousness.
1. An ad piques my interest in this new concept. You'll note that the McRice Burger adheres to the three basic burger tenets:
1. A grain based bun - In this case, pressed rice patties
2. A meat or meat like filler - Thailand gives you the option of chicken or pork. Yum!
3. Ruffage - Lettuce AND colorful cabbage
2. A welcoming Ronald McDonald wai's me into my local franchise. Wai-ing is a Thai form of respect.
3. "Thanks, Ronald, don't mind if I do. I hear you've got a wonderful new Asian treat that my Anglo tastebuds just can't wait to try!"
4. An ingenius marketing concept, the McRice Burger box is not only stylish, but also functional - it's designed to also be a useful sandwich holder.
4. Chicken or pork? I want an experience; I'll go for pork!
5. Look at all that goodness.
6. I take a moment to mentally prepare.
7. Words have literally failed me, though I hope this picture properly conveys my culinary delight.
8. A truly satisfied customer, and, dare I say, a lifelong convert to the temple of the McRice Burger.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Haiku about Thailand
(Blogging from Krabi, on the Andaman Coast of Southern Thailand)
Buddhas, beaches, sun
Will the temp'rature please fall?
I'll stay regardless.
Currently weighing my options about extending my trip.
Buddhas, beaches, sun
Will the temp'rature please fall?
I'll stay regardless.
Currently weighing my options about extending my trip.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Notes from a Tokyo airport
Hi all! I'm in Narita International Airport in Tokyo. My flight to Bangkok has been slightly delayed (eh, what's four hours between allies? Gives 'em more time to get my bag on the new plane!), so I've had some time to explore the Japanese retail aviation scene. Here are my observations so far:
1. Place your money in the little tray on the counter, not in the saleslady's hand. She won't know what to do with it if you put it in her hand. It will throw her for concentration. This also just seems like a more polite way of handling things.
2. I heart Japan for one simple reason - my grilled squid for dinner came with a side of mayo for dipping! Dipping mayo, just like Canada! It was beyond delicious.
3. There is a wonderful store call Comme Ca. If I had a lot of money to blow, I would spend it there. Lots of t shirts with Japanese characters saying odd things in English.
4. The English translations are very good and get the point across, but still make me giggle. "Make a 100 yen coin to commence me up" = "Please insert 100 yen to begin Internet service."
5. The Japanese have taken candy to a whole new level. Everything looks so sickeningly sweet and gooey'ed that even if I could eat it, I probably wouldn't. But I like to stare at it.
6. Japanese airport shopping mean Hermes, Coach, and Versace. To
1. Place your money in the little tray on the counter, not in the saleslady's hand. She won't know what to do with it if you put it in her hand. It will throw her for concentration. This also just seems like a more polite way of handling things.
2. I heart Japan for one simple reason - my grilled squid for dinner came with a side of mayo for dipping! Dipping mayo, just like Canada! It was beyond delicious.
3. There is a wonderful store call Comme Ca. If I had a lot of money to blow, I would spend it there. Lots of t shirts with Japanese characters saying odd things in English.
4. The English translations are very good and get the point across, but still make me giggle. "Make a 100 yen coin to commence me up" = "Please insert 100 yen to begin Internet service."
5. The Japanese have taken candy to a whole new level. Everything looks so sickeningly sweet and gooey'ed that even if I could eat it, I probably wouldn't. But I like to stare at it.
6. Japanese airport shopping mean Hermes, Coach, and Versace. To
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Thailand 2k7 Resolutions
So I leave for Thailand is less than one week. In fact, I leave for Thailand in 6 days and 15 hours. I think we can all safely assume that this is going to be a trip unlike any other in the life of Lizzie Musar, so I've taken the liberty of making a few resolutions before I go.
1. I will not walk around Thailand with my iPod in my ears.
This may be the only time that I will ever walk the streets of Bangkok and beyond, and I don't want to miss the sounds of Thailand because I was too busy listening to John Mayer. In fact, I won't even bring my iPod with me. If anything, I'll bring my recently rediscovered discman so I can buy and rock out to the foreign hip hop I always end up becoming facinated with when I travel overseas.
2. I will sample whatever food is placed in front of me.
Including dog, if it comes to that. This may be a vicious rumor, but the good people of Southeast Asia may have been eating dog, cat, and any other cute animal for a long time now, so it's probably safe. There is nothing separating a dog or monkey from the fish that I just ate for dinner, so I will embrace the culture of my hosts (not Kristin Ritter, who has most decidedly NEVER eaten dog).
3. I will not go cheap.
Granted I have things to save for and it's never a good idea to waste money, but I don't think I'll regret spending some extra cash to experience all that I can during my two weeks in Thailand.
4. I will overcome my hated of touch and indulge in many fine massages.
Some of you know that I do not like to be touched. Well, I'm going to the capital of threapeutic massage and my neck and left shoulder have been hurting me for the past month. Coincidence? I think not.
I think that's probably enough for now.
1. I will not walk around Thailand with my iPod in my ears.
This may be the only time that I will ever walk the streets of Bangkok and beyond, and I don't want to miss the sounds of Thailand because I was too busy listening to John Mayer. In fact, I won't even bring my iPod with me. If anything, I'll bring my recently rediscovered discman so I can buy and rock out to the foreign hip hop I always end up becoming facinated with when I travel overseas.
2. I will sample whatever food is placed in front of me.
Including dog, if it comes to that. This may be a vicious rumor, but the good people of Southeast Asia may have been eating dog, cat, and any other cute animal for a long time now, so it's probably safe. There is nothing separating a dog or monkey from the fish that I just ate for dinner, so I will embrace the culture of my hosts (not Kristin Ritter, who has most decidedly NEVER eaten dog).
3. I will not go cheap.
Granted I have things to save for and it's never a good idea to waste money, but I don't think I'll regret spending some extra cash to experience all that I can during my two weeks in Thailand.
4. I will overcome my hated of touch and indulge in many fine massages.
Some of you know that I do not like to be touched. Well, I'm going to the capital of threapeutic massage and my neck and left shoulder have been hurting me for the past month. Coincidence? I think not.
I think that's probably enough for now.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
My Academic Experience at McDaniel College
I just found the CD that now contains all of my old papers from school. I'd like to now sum up these exercises by demonstrating the two common threads I have discovered:
Two Hours More of Mario Kart Can't Hurt:
The Endless Procrastination of Elizabeth Jean Musar and Her Subsequent Need to Pull Genius from Her Bum
I had a real problem with distraction and compound titles. Some might call it an addiction.
In related news, I found the article that I wrote for the Phoenix/Free Press that encouraged people to vote so they would be more attractive to the opposite (or same, whatever floats your boat) sex. While most of it is pretty bad, I enjoyed this closing section immensely -
Remember to always practice responsible voting. Vote sober, vote safely with appropriate ballot box protection, and always make sure Election Night activities are consensual. If you think you need a little practice harnessing your inner voter sexiness before Nov. 5th, the debates start Sept. 30th. Happy Voting!
The Endless Procrastination of Elizabeth Jean Musar and Her Subsequent Need to Pull Genius from Her Bum
I had a real problem with distraction and compound titles. Some might call it an addiction.
In related news, I found the article that I wrote for the Phoenix/Free Press that encouraged people to vote so they would be more attractive to the opposite (or same, whatever floats your boat) sex. While most of it is pretty bad, I enjoyed this closing section immensely -
Remember to always practice responsible voting. Vote sober, vote safely with appropriate ballot box protection, and always make sure Election Night activities are consensual. If you think you need a little practice harnessing your inner voter sexiness before Nov. 5th, the debates start Sept. 30th. Happy Voting!
I am a diabetic GENIUS!!
While at the gym yesterday, I had to test my blood sugar. I do this all the time. For the uninitiated, it involves using something that looks like a pen to poke your finger, then load the resulting drop of blood onto a little disposable strip that sticks out a machine that's about the size of the palm of your hand. It all looks like this:
It may not seem like a pain (except for the poking part), but it can be. Having to take out two little machines 6-10 times a day is not only inconvenient, but it's pretty conspicuous with all the visible blood and large electronics.
So, I give you this - THE ALL IN ONE, SELF-CONTAINED BLOOD GLUCOSE TESTING SOLUTION!!
It's pretty sweet, and while I don't quite understand how it would work, I have high hopes for my little contraption. See, you prick your finger and suck up the blood with the same little pen device. The strips are still disposable, and you load in a bunch of them at once. One stick out for each test, then gets thrown away. The whole thing can be kept in a small padded carrying case, and take the whole process from 5 steps to about 2 steps.
As my gift to the world, I'm not going to patent my idea. There's no way that I could produce this thing, and I'd much rather that someone at Accu-Chek get on this right away so that I can start using it. Perhaps they can name it after me.
It may not seem like a pain (except for the poking part), but it can be. Having to take out two little machines 6-10 times a day is not only inconvenient, but it's pretty conspicuous with all the visible blood and large electronics.
So, I give you this - THE ALL IN ONE, SELF-CONTAINED BLOOD GLUCOSE TESTING SOLUTION!!
It's pretty sweet, and while I don't quite understand how it would work, I have high hopes for my little contraption. See, you prick your finger and suck up the blood with the same little pen device. The strips are still disposable, and you load in a bunch of them at once. One stick out for each test, then gets thrown away. The whole thing can be kept in a small padded carrying case, and take the whole process from 5 steps to about 2 steps.
As my gift to the world, I'm not going to patent my idea. There's no way that I could produce this thing, and I'd much rather that someone at Accu-Chek get on this right away so that I can start using it. Perhaps they can name it after me.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Survey not about James Bond
This could be my favorite survey ever - it's about music and justifying things!!
IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie
7. Added by Courtney: comment on the songs, cuz that's what makes this interesting.
Opening Credits:
Edson Corderio - Ave Maria by Theivery Corporation
A decidedly techno song to open the film, my life story will be edgy and dramatic in ways that only hipsters and college kids will understand. The sampling of Ave Maria, though, gives it a wider base and a more approachable feel that even the old timers can get down with. Just like me, my life story will walk the line.
PS - I've never actually listened to this song, and I now hate it.
First Day of School:
You Raise Me Up - Josh Groban
Soaring orchestral arrangements leading into all too earnest lyrics about troubles and hope. Apparently my first day of school has me being taught by Bette Midler whose first unit is on How to Follow Up Wing Beneath My Wings With Something Even Sappier
PS - Another one I've never listened to and probably never will again. Oh my God, there's a gospel choir. Kill me now.
Falling in Love:
Remedy by Pete Murray (a rolicky good song by an earnest yet scruffy lyricist with a gift)
"And I will bring you roses big enough to brighten up your day." "You will be the sun, when you rise you start my day." "Can you be my remedy?"
Trapped in academic hell with Bette and the choir gals, I unexpectedly meet a boy from the wrong side of the tracks. He's smart and funny with an endearing, yet caustic wit. We bond over a mutual loathing of our feel-good education in soaring ballads, but quickly find that our affections go far beyond trading verbal barbs. He's not a rich kid, but he'll gladly offer his heart.
Fight Song:
Home - Marc Broussard
Ummm, when we fight, we slip into really deep octaves and demand to be taken home. And I'm always threatening to get on a "Greyhound that's Delta-bound."
Breaking Up:
All Worked Out - Semisonic
"She's got it all worked out in her mind, and you're part of the plan, and you don't have the final word."
Ohhh, this doesn't bode well for our fair couple. Apparently, I become a little overbearing. Terribly Earnest Boyfriend can't deal with my constant china pattern picking and questions about the future. We have to talk... And our talk ends with a dissidant chord.
Prom (aka one of many college shenanigans in formal dress):
All Things Keep Getting Better (Queer Eye) - Widelife
But I am not one to stay down in the dumps for too long - oh no! I am having fun! I am going to somebody's prom, and damnit if things aren't just getting better all over the place!
Life's Okay:
Drive (Live) - REM
"Hey kids, rock and roll, nobody tells you where to go." Lots of "what if" questions, all ending in "baby."
I'm becoming more secure with the uncertainty in my life and seeing it all as unending opportunity. I'm also building up quite the steely, electric guitary exterior based on prior experiences with Terribly Earnest, Can't Take It When Things Get a Little Serious and Runs Away Ex-Boyfriend.
Mental Breakdown:
Closer to Free - Bodeans
Free=break from reality, I guess. I find madness strangely liberating. I dance around my padded cell, exclaiming that everyone should try this mental instability thing out. It's great, and I've never been happier. I feel like I'm finally getting closer to my actually self. Hey, "I just wanna live like I wanna live and love like I wanna love", afterall.
Driving :
I Touch Myself - Eve6
Oh man, I'm apparently a distracted driver. I should really keep my mind on the road, but I guess that, following my recovery, I'm realizing that Terribly Earnest and Now Absent Ex-Boyfriend is also terribly missed.
Flashback:
True Dreams of Wichita (Live) - Mike Doughty
I'm either having a flashback of a show that absent boy and I went to together or this is montage of the happier times based around the line "You had it but you sold it."
Getting Back Together:
Banditos - Refreshments
"Well, it's you and me, baby, no one we can trust...Well, I got the pistol, so I'll keep the pesos...Put the sugar in the tank of the sherrif's car and slash the deputy's tires and they won't get very far when they finally get the word that there's been a hold up. Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people..."
Oh, it's us against the world again, but this time there are more felonous undertones. Present Again Boyfriend and I get back together, cross the border, and start our crime spree of love. And we go on great road trips because this is a great driving song.
(Before I play the next song, I just want to announce that I'm a little scared of what might come up. This is the most exciting survey I've ever taken!)
Wedding:
Casiotone Nation - Soul Coughing
A return to our indie rock roots - with a song that mentions "nipple clamps" no less! We declare ourselves citizens of the People's Republic of Our Love. And the DJ is playing a Casiotone keyboard. I don't know, this one is a real stretch, guys. Ok, here it is, "Yore, yore, he's a man, he's a man" - Boyfriend finally grows up and realizes that it's about time he made a commitment to something other than grand larceny.
Birth of a Child:
What Would You Say - Dave Matthews Band
"Every day has it's way of being forgotten - Mom, it's my birthday." I'm gonna be a bad mother.
-or-
"Rip away the tears
Drink a hope to happy years
And you may find
A lifetimes passed you by
What would you say
Dont drop the big one"
The birth will be hard, but we quickly turn to rejoicing our good fortune and hopes for the future. Best Husband Ever and I remember that we have one shot to get this right and before we know it, they'll be all grown up.
Final Battle: Firetruck live at Bonnaroo - Mike Doughty
With my child all grown up and Best Husband Ever and I just sitting around looking at each other, I become a volunteer firefighter so that I can drive the "FIRETRUCK...FIRETRUCK...FIRETRUCK" I battle fires and seal every investigation with one sweet chord. These fires are all apparently started by really high concert-goers still rocking out to my Birth of Child song, because really, nothing beats Under the Table and Dreaming.
Funeral Song:
School of Rock - Rockschool
My funeral rocks!!! Jack Black gone mainstream style! I assume I die fighting a fire.
End Credits:
Last Kiss - Pearl Jam
"Oh, where oh where can my baby be? The Lord took her away from me. She's gone to Heaven so I've got be good, so I can see my baby when I leave this world."
The end credits reveal that this little movie of my life was actually a memorial created by my loving husband, who was really Eddie Vedder the whole time and we didn't even know it.
So, I'm not sure I held to the spirit of the survey. I hope that you have enjoyed this thoroughly fictional account of what could happen in the upcoming movie of my life. Or you're at least considering buying the soundtrack...
IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie
7. Added by Courtney: comment on the songs, cuz that's what makes this interesting.
Opening Credits:
Edson Corderio - Ave Maria by Theivery Corporation
A decidedly techno song to open the film, my life story will be edgy and dramatic in ways that only hipsters and college kids will understand. The sampling of Ave Maria, though, gives it a wider base and a more approachable feel that even the old timers can get down with. Just like me, my life story will walk the line.
PS - I've never actually listened to this song, and I now hate it.
First Day of School:
You Raise Me Up - Josh Groban
Soaring orchestral arrangements leading into all too earnest lyrics about troubles and hope. Apparently my first day of school has me being taught by Bette Midler whose first unit is on How to Follow Up Wing Beneath My Wings With Something Even Sappier
PS - Another one I've never listened to and probably never will again. Oh my God, there's a gospel choir. Kill me now.
Falling in Love:
Remedy by Pete Murray (a rolicky good song by an earnest yet scruffy lyricist with a gift)
"And I will bring you roses big enough to brighten up your day." "You will be the sun, when you rise you start my day." "Can you be my remedy?"
Trapped in academic hell with Bette and the choir gals, I unexpectedly meet a boy from the wrong side of the tracks. He's smart and funny with an endearing, yet caustic wit. We bond over a mutual loathing of our feel-good education in soaring ballads, but quickly find that our affections go far beyond trading verbal barbs. He's not a rich kid, but he'll gladly offer his heart.
Fight Song:
Home - Marc Broussard
Ummm, when we fight, we slip into really deep octaves and demand to be taken home. And I'm always threatening to get on a "Greyhound that's Delta-bound."
Breaking Up:
All Worked Out - Semisonic
"She's got it all worked out in her mind, and you're part of the plan, and you don't have the final word."
Ohhh, this doesn't bode well for our fair couple. Apparently, I become a little overbearing. Terribly Earnest Boyfriend can't deal with my constant china pattern picking and questions about the future. We have to talk... And our talk ends with a dissidant chord.
Prom (aka one of many college shenanigans in formal dress):
All Things Keep Getting Better (Queer Eye) - Widelife
But I am not one to stay down in the dumps for too long - oh no! I am having fun! I am going to somebody's prom, and damnit if things aren't just getting better all over the place!
Life's Okay:
Drive (Live) - REM
"Hey kids, rock and roll, nobody tells you where to go." Lots of "what if" questions, all ending in "baby."
I'm becoming more secure with the uncertainty in my life and seeing it all as unending opportunity. I'm also building up quite the steely, electric guitary exterior based on prior experiences with Terribly Earnest, Can't Take It When Things Get a Little Serious and Runs Away Ex-Boyfriend.
Mental Breakdown:
Closer to Free - Bodeans
Free=break from reality, I guess. I find madness strangely liberating. I dance around my padded cell, exclaiming that everyone should try this mental instability thing out. It's great, and I've never been happier. I feel like I'm finally getting closer to my actually self. Hey, "I just wanna live like I wanna live and love like I wanna love", afterall.
Driving :
I Touch Myself - Eve6
Oh man, I'm apparently a distracted driver. I should really keep my mind on the road, but I guess that, following my recovery, I'm realizing that Terribly Earnest and Now Absent Ex-Boyfriend is also terribly missed.
Flashback:
True Dreams of Wichita (Live) - Mike Doughty
I'm either having a flashback of a show that absent boy and I went to together or this is montage of the happier times based around the line "You had it but you sold it."
Getting Back Together:
Banditos - Refreshments
"Well, it's you and me, baby, no one we can trust...Well, I got the pistol, so I'll keep the pesos...Put the sugar in the tank of the sherrif's car and slash the deputy's tires and they won't get very far when they finally get the word that there's been a hold up. Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people..."
Oh, it's us against the world again, but this time there are more felonous undertones. Present Again Boyfriend and I get back together, cross the border, and start our crime spree of love. And we go on great road trips because this is a great driving song.
(Before I play the next song, I just want to announce that I'm a little scared of what might come up. This is the most exciting survey I've ever taken!)
Wedding:
Casiotone Nation - Soul Coughing
A return to our indie rock roots - with a song that mentions "nipple clamps" no less! We declare ourselves citizens of the People's Republic of Our Love. And the DJ is playing a Casiotone keyboard. I don't know, this one is a real stretch, guys. Ok, here it is, "Yore, yore, he's a man, he's a man" - Boyfriend finally grows up and realizes that it's about time he made a commitment to something other than grand larceny.
Birth of a Child:
What Would You Say - Dave Matthews Band
"Every day has it's way of being forgotten - Mom, it's my birthday." I'm gonna be a bad mother.
-or-
"Rip away the tears
Drink a hope to happy years
And you may find
A lifetimes passed you by
What would you say
Dont drop the big one"
The birth will be hard, but we quickly turn to rejoicing our good fortune and hopes for the future. Best Husband Ever and I remember that we have one shot to get this right and before we know it, they'll be all grown up.
Final Battle: Firetruck live at Bonnaroo - Mike Doughty
With my child all grown up and Best Husband Ever and I just sitting around looking at each other, I become a volunteer firefighter so that I can drive the "FIRETRUCK...FIRETRUCK...FIRETRUCK" I battle fires and seal every investigation with one sweet chord. These fires are all apparently started by really high concert-goers still rocking out to my Birth of Child song, because really, nothing beats Under the Table and Dreaming.
Funeral Song:
School of Rock - Rockschool
My funeral rocks!!! Jack Black gone mainstream style! I assume I die fighting a fire.
End Credits:
Last Kiss - Pearl Jam
"Oh, where oh where can my baby be? The Lord took her away from me. She's gone to Heaven so I've got be good, so I can see my baby when I leave this world."
The end credits reveal that this little movie of my life was actually a memorial created by my loving husband, who was really Eddie Vedder the whole time and we didn't even know it.
So, I'm not sure I held to the spirit of the survey. I hope that you have enjoyed this thoroughly fictional account of what could happen in the upcoming movie of my life. Or you're at least considering buying the soundtrack...
Umm, in case you're having trouble at the man store...
There's an acceptable clothed model as well...
Monday, December 18, 2006
All I want for Christmas
is this...
Now I think that if all you got together on this one, it shouldn't be that hard. Please deliver as soon as possible, no reason to keep him all cooped up before Christmas.
Now I think that if all you got together on this one, it shouldn't be that hard. Please deliver as soon as possible, no reason to keep him all cooped up before Christmas.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
This is a lie! I am not Toby!!
Ahh, the ever-cynical and sarcastic speechwriter. Gutsy and not afraid to speak up or clash with authority, his dry wit is amusing. But under it all he's just a big teddy bear... and the world's biggest Yankees fan.
:: Which West Wing character are you? ::
I hate the Yankees. I am CJ. Come on, my middle name is Jean.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Gettin' Back on the Survey Train
So Courtney listed me as someone who had to do this silly survey. I haven't done one of these things in a long, long time, and given the new and more mature audience that my blog is now attracting (read: my mom, Aunt Ann, and Scotty Barnes), I may not be able to complete the thing for fear of what the other side will learn. But here goes...
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
"...sure I'd care." Good in Bed by Jennifer Weiner
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What can you touch?
Just the air to the left of the couch. Or, if I'm living in the Celebrity Paranormal Project, the long dead spectre of a tortured chambermaid who died in my apartment in the 1920s.
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
The first hour of Elf.
"First we'll make snow angels for a two hours, then we'll go ice skating, then we'll eat a whole roll of Tollhouse Cookiedough as fast as we can, and then we'll snuggle."
4. Without looking, guess what time it is.
9:36
5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
9:35
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
The last half hour of Elf.
"I'm sorry I ruined your lives and crammed 11 cookies in the VCR."
7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Walking from Target back to my car earlier today.
8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Courtney's version of this survey.
9. What are you wearing?
My black track pants and the blue zip sweatshirt that reads "Merritt Athletic Club League Division Winner Fall 1985." It should probably be thrown out soon.
10. Did you dream last night?
I did. I dreamt that I discovered a hidden bathroom in my room inside a magical little alcove.
11. When did you last laugh?
"So, you like sugar, huh?"
"Is there sugar in syrup?"
"Yes"
"Then YES!"
12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Wow, absolutely nothing. We haven't exactly gotten around to decorating the living room yet.
13. Seen anything weird lately?
Deirdre's cat chasing its tail whenever I wash dishes. Owen Wilson's nose.
14. What do you think of this quiz?
Not really worth all the typing, but better than a punch in the face.
15. What is the last film or video you saw?
The whole thing? Little Miss Sunshine - a fantastic movie.
16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
I'd buy a ticket to Bangkok. Then a house, a Honda, and a Great Dane puppy.
17. Tell me something about you that I don't know.
I have a blister on the bottom of my left foot. And I have to pee.
18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
I'd eliminate the influence of money and business in all local, national, and international politics.
19. Do you like to dance?
I have been known to dance party on occasion.
20. Comment to George Bush:
"He's an angry elf."
21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Katie
22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Jack
23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Yes.
24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gate?
"You've done very well for yourself, Miss Musar."
25. 4 people who must also do this quiz on THEIR blog:
No, I won't be a survey pusher.
Hope you enjoyed! Good night!
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
"...sure I'd care." Good in Bed by Jennifer Weiner
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What can you touch?
Just the air to the left of the couch. Or, if I'm living in the Celebrity Paranormal Project, the long dead spectre of a tortured chambermaid who died in my apartment in the 1920s.
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
The first hour of Elf.
"First we'll make snow angels for a two hours, then we'll go ice skating, then we'll eat a whole roll of Tollhouse Cookiedough as fast as we can, and then we'll snuggle."
4. Without looking, guess what time it is.
9:36
5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
9:35
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
The last half hour of Elf.
"I'm sorry I ruined your lives and crammed 11 cookies in the VCR."
7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Walking from Target back to my car earlier today.
8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Courtney's version of this survey.
9. What are you wearing?
My black track pants and the blue zip sweatshirt that reads "Merritt Athletic Club League Division Winner Fall 1985." It should probably be thrown out soon.
10. Did you dream last night?
I did. I dreamt that I discovered a hidden bathroom in my room inside a magical little alcove.
11. When did you last laugh?
"So, you like sugar, huh?"
"Is there sugar in syrup?"
"Yes"
"Then YES!"
12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Wow, absolutely nothing. We haven't exactly gotten around to decorating the living room yet.
13. Seen anything weird lately?
Deirdre's cat chasing its tail whenever I wash dishes. Owen Wilson's nose.
14. What do you think of this quiz?
Not really worth all the typing, but better than a punch in the face.
15. What is the last film or video you saw?
The whole thing? Little Miss Sunshine - a fantastic movie.
16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
I'd buy a ticket to Bangkok. Then a house, a Honda, and a Great Dane puppy.
17. Tell me something about you that I don't know.
I have a blister on the bottom of my left foot. And I have to pee.
18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
I'd eliminate the influence of money and business in all local, national, and international politics.
19. Do you like to dance?
I have been known to dance party on occasion.
20. Comment to George Bush:
"He's an angry elf."
21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Katie
22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Jack
23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Yes.
24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gate?
"You've done very well for yourself, Miss Musar."
25. 4 people who must also do this quiz on THEIR blog:
No, I won't be a survey pusher.
Hope you enjoyed! Good night!
Monday, November 06, 2006
The Pre-Election Day Post
Hi everybody. Thought I'd chime in on this, the eve of many an important election across this great country. I have a lot of hope for this election day. I don't know if the tides will change and tables will turn, but I am almost positive that at the hateful TV ads will go away for another two years. I am also almost positive that either the Maryland or Virginia Senate races will end up going to court for a final resolution. Thanks to Heroes ("Save the cheerleader, save the world.") I'm having some trouble with coherency right now, so here a few randow thoughts about the democratic process:
1. This morning on the Today show, Bill O'Reilly said "War is a performance and hope is a policy." Now hold on a minute, the Republicans DO NOT get to steal the platform of optimism. The Republicans, who only know how to win votes by telling you there's something out there to be afraid of, CAN NOT try to become the party of hope. Republicans - downers, Democrats - irresponsibly idealistic. Republicans - party of no, Democrats - party of sure, but we don't know how.
2. I wrote my Political Science thesis two years ago (wow, two years ago) on the future of mandatory voting measures in the US. I spent a good bit of that paper defending a person's right to not vote. And I still do. But not voting is like not brushing your teeth. Of course you have the right not to do it, but why the hell wouldn't you want to? Educate yourself and vote, buy some tooth paste and brush away. Voting is free, too!
3. I think that the Mike Doughty song "Move On" best represents my feelings about America:
all of the words you can't say right
burn my ass with anger to no end
i love my country so much man
like an exasperating friend
yeah, i believe the war is wrong
don't believe that nations can be steered
lead the world by smarts and compassion
by example, not coercion, force and fear
down in the mouth and not half right
but i can feel the changes comin on
bloom like the flowers in bluest night
bloom like the sunlight in my song
4. And on one final note, please vote for my personal dreamboat, Martin O'Malley
1. This morning on the Today show, Bill O'Reilly said "War is a performance and hope is a policy." Now hold on a minute, the Republicans DO NOT get to steal the platform of optimism. The Republicans, who only know how to win votes by telling you there's something out there to be afraid of, CAN NOT try to become the party of hope. Republicans - downers, Democrats - irresponsibly idealistic. Republicans - party of no, Democrats - party of sure, but we don't know how.
2. I wrote my Political Science thesis two years ago (wow, two years ago) on the future of mandatory voting measures in the US. I spent a good bit of that paper defending a person's right to not vote. And I still do. But not voting is like not brushing your teeth. Of course you have the right not to do it, but why the hell wouldn't you want to? Educate yourself and vote, buy some tooth paste and brush away. Voting is free, too!
3. I think that the Mike Doughty song "Move On" best represents my feelings about America:
all of the words you can't say right
burn my ass with anger to no end
i love my country so much man
like an exasperating friend
yeah, i believe the war is wrong
don't believe that nations can be steered
lead the world by smarts and compassion
by example, not coercion, force and fear
down in the mouth and not half right
but i can feel the changes comin on
bloom like the flowers in bluest night
bloom like the sunlight in my song
4. And on one final note, please vote for my personal dreamboat, Martin O'Malley
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Project Runway
Aka Project Suckway. Project Completely-Ignore-That-Jeffrey-While-Very-Talented-Did-Not-Produce-The-Best-Collection-way. Project Uli-Was-Robbed-way.
But that's just my opinion. And probably the opinion of at least two of the judges. I'm just sayin'...
But that's just my opinion. And probably the opinion of at least two of the judges. I'm just sayin'...
Monday, October 02, 2006
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SUSAN MUSAR!!!
She's the coolest pussy cat around!
And now, a poem....
There once was a lady named Susie,
Who some inappropriately called a floozy.
With her friends at the beach,
And an amaretto sour within reach,
She's more accurately a little boozy.
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