Why I don't bake

When we went to visit Ryan's parents around Christmas his Mom gave me a bag of frozen cookie dough that I forgot about until today. Well, I baked a couple dozen of them up tonight and within an hour I've already had 13. No joke. Damn. I want more. Okay fine, maybe I'll have 3 more to make it a nice even number.

We snack a lot

AR's quote of the day : "Don't wave your cheese at me!"

The mice will play

Harold and I are enjoying the last week of the Shire without Karen (although we do miss her, ever so much). Sushi Maki tonight...and Ezell's thursday. Mashed potatoes count as veggies right?

By the way, I had my third pottery class yesterday and I'm getting better! I made a mini bowl yesterday that could be good for a tiny plant or some pencils. Hurrah!

You're still in the running to be Miss America

My choice in TV shows this weekend made my homosexuality sashay to a whole new level.

Men's figure skating and Miss America.

Glorious. I'm still bitter that Johnny Weir was robbed of his title, so I'll focus on Miss America.

Miss America was basically a reality tv show this year. It's on TLC now and a few weeks before the pageant, they had a "Miss America : Reality Check" where the girls were put in teams, forced to live in a big house together, and do challenges. And of course, every week the girls were ranked into a top and bottom 3.

They even gave the girls makeovers and some of the girls had their hair chopped off by Kim Vo. Yeesh!

The pageant itself got a makeover too in hopes of increasing interest and viewership. The girls got updated looks to portray the modern woman, and instead of picking out the top girls, there were eliminations. They also made the girls who were eliminated sit to the side of the stage and eat carbs. I'm serious! They brought out a tray of pastries and donuts.

Oh, and Miss Washington won 3rd. YES

Emily's List

Things to do when I visit Emily:

1) First live performance for our band Cell Phone Service
2) Grand tour of the Tri-Cities
3) Steal all of Emily's friends
4) Photoshoot
5) Ben Folds piano sing along extravaganza
6) Experience whatever night life there is in the Tri-Cities.
7) Espresso e biscotti
8) Lots of dishin'
9) Scare the crap out of all of Emily's friends
10) Bicker in a public place to make people uncomfortable

Not a Potter

It's harder than I imagined. My fanciful dreams of being a pottery prodigy crumbled today after my second class at the Pottery School. My hands are all scratched up from the wheel. My posture is getting worse. And I learned there's no coordination between my eyes and any other part of my body.

The closest thing I made to a pot ended up looking like a lopsided ash tray. To make matters worse, the ash tray didn't survive because I accidentally pushed the clay too hard while I was trying to pull the walls higher, and my creation flew off the wheel and wedged itself into my leg.

Lovely.

bad songs happen to good people

Drops of Jupiter by Train has been stuck in my head for a week now and it's not going away. I think it's serious. The last time the song affected me this much was in the late nineties when the song first came out.

What makes it worse this time around is I looked up the lyrics. Yup, I'm singing along. Loudly. You just sorta have to shout these lyrics out.

Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's time to grow, hey, hey

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Enjoy:



GAH! Get it out of my head!!!

Antm Cycle 10 Girls

So the girls of Cycle 10 have been revealed and I already have my favorites based on first impression.

Like:


Allison


Fatima

Dislike

Anya

And is it just me or does Dominique look like a prettier version of Lisa from cycle 5?


These are only my first impressions. I'm pretty sure my favorites will be kicked off within the first 3 episodes and we'll find out they're total bitches. And I'll probably fall in love with Anya.

It returns 2/20!

To the Orient!

Ry and I bought tickets to Hong Kong and Japan today. Our goals for the trip:

Hong Kong
- Fly. Everyone can fly when they're in China as we discovered from Crouching Tiger
- Have dim sum and dim sum more
- Confuse locals by having a conversation with Ry in Cantonese
- Befriend the daughter of a triad boss and get sucked into the dangerous underworld of Hong Kong crime and prostitution
- Eat at Pizzahut

Japan
- Capture a Harajuku girl with a Pokeball
- Challenge a stranger to a hot dog eating competition
- Tip over a Sumo wrestler
- ANTM Cycle 3 cell phone photoshoot in a Ryokan wearing a kimono
- Hug Hello Kitty
- Laugh politely
- Whore Ry out as a Gaysha so Kevin can buy more tonkatsu ramen

Help thy neighbor

Being groggy, having slept only 5 hours, and being poorly prepared made getting to work very difficult this morning.

First, I got wildly confused by all the ice in my neighborhood and forgot which car I was driving to work this morning. So, I tried getting into someone else's car. I don't know what I was thinking, really, I have no idea. I almost succeeded in breaking into their car too. It took me about 7 minutes to realize that I was trying to get into the wrong car. So, having realized my mistake, I found my actual car and tried opening the door. Of course, all the doors were frozen shut, so I had to use my house key to pick at the ice around the perimeter of the front passenger door and inside the keyhole. It took about 5 minutes to get the front passenger door open and for me to struggle into the driver's seat.

I started warming up my car and noticed I didn't have an ice scraper. So I ran out of the car frantically and started clawing at the ice with my nails. My cuticles looked great afterwards, but the ice didn't budge. Luckily, I noticed one of my neighbors was defrosting his car a block away so I hobbled over asked to use his scrape. He let me. So I was on my way. Thanks, neighbor!

What a difficult morning. I have little to no patience at this point. If any of my coworkers even looks at me funny this morning they're going to get a big mug of coffee in their face. I kid...kind of.

In other news, I had my first pottery class yesterday at the Pottery School. It was really fun! More on that later...

Pazzo Sorella

My sister proved once again how ridiculous she really is when she made the following comment during our conversation yesterday about her upcoming trip to Europe:
"My trip to Europe is NOT about shopping. It's about treasure hunting."

Right...

bad songs happen to good people

So there's this condition I have. No, not the one that makes me twitch and touch people's hair when they aren't paying attention. The other condition. I get these really catchy songs stuck in my head for about a week and the only way I can get them out is to listen to them on repeat - like 50 to 60 times in a row. Sometimes more. It depends.

Usually it happens with really bad songs. The really annoying ones that don't make any sense. I find that I develop a love-hate relationship with them. This week I've had Sexual Eruption from Snoop Dogg stuck in my head. It's a horrible song and he really shouldn't be singing. How could this happen to me? I'm such a good person! I hate the song. I hate it I hate it!

No.. but I also love the song.

...Cough. Gollum. Gollum.

I've already listened to the song about 30 times this week so hopefully I'll be over it soon. Here's the clean version. I hope it gets stuck in your head too, jerks:

Gladiator Ready?!

READY!

So I finally watched the new American Gladiators show on NBC this week. Loved it. It was 60 minutes of spandex and pure magic.

Watching the show helped me to realize a new life goal. No, not to be on the show. Although if I were on the show I would be called Sea Bass... or Mischief.

Anyhoo, my goal is to become a reality tv show writer. I would be great at feeding people bad lines and making people look bad. And! Now is the perfect time to start my new career, with the writer strike still going strong.

That's right. I have no shame. I'd totally be a scab and cross the picket line for a chance to write for top model.