(sigh)

it’s been that kind of week.

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i’m pro cebu

and i know you know about cebu. they’re the masterminds of this piece of art:

i am in awe of these guys. and naturally, they are/ were big fans of michael jackson. now, say what you will about mikey, but he was talented before he was a loopy dude that lived in neverland. i’m not slapping this up to discuss michael jackson. he was the schiznit when i was in third grade, and he had that crazy 3-D video thinger in disneyland back in the day. and eventually, we’ll remember his talent over his laundry list of weird.

anyway. cebu has a final jackson dance for us:

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i can has videos?

so, we haven’t been too busy at the lab this week. which has given us time to find silliness online. if i may recommend:

david after dentist

mom scares gay out of kid

exile (not funny, but kinda awesome)

and, nora.

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faster than a speeding bullet

i’ve been on a bit of a superman kick recently. i partly blame this on netflix, and that watch instantly feature. i also blame this on the weather. there have been random bursts of snow/ rain/ hail/ freezing rain/ freakish sunshine/ crazy vicious wind since just before christmas, and i’m not interested in going out anywhere in that if i can avoid it at all.

anyway. superman.

i love that, out of all the superheroes in our movies and print, superman goes against the grain. most of them are regular people, who have to change into a costume to be that hero that stands aloft, squinting into the great unknown. or whatever heroes do on the last five minutes of their shift. batman is really bruce wayne, spidey is really peter parker, blah blah blah. but superman is really superman. his disguise is clark kent, the dork in the back of the room with the huge glasses. the one who reads dickens in his solitary apartment instead of going out, or watching the news, or writing a blog or whatever. he’s really this big bag of awesome, and he stuffs himself into a suit and those enormous glasses to go panting after margot kidder.

also, it’s great that, in order to fight crime, he parts his hair differently. love that.

yes, superman represents the warm little kernel of good that we mere mortals like to think resides somewhere in our dark little hearts. he’s such a boy scout, and i mean that in a kind way. there’s that bit in the second movie, where lois finally figures out that clark really is our boy in blue, and they take a little holiday at the ice fortress. which… okay, does anyone remember that weird bed he has? it’s like a giant silver hammock? i kinda covet such a strange thing. anyway, he changes into a mortal to have quiet time with lois, they go to a diner and super gets roughed up by that trucker, and then it’s on the news that the three criminals in bondage gear his dad imprisoned in a giant plate glass album cover have taken over the planet? and super sees that the people really need him, and he drops lois like a hot potato to go be the hero? there’s that bit at the end of the movie, where super is replacing the top of the white house, and he apologizes to the president for not being available. i mean, yeah, it’s the only thing a guy like superman can say. but dude… he should be allowed to take a week off every now and then. he’s superman. boy scout superman.

clearly, i don’t have a point in all this. other than, how much of that suit is christopher reeve? why does lois, who seems to be a smart and level-headed career girl when left to her own devices, trip over her own mortality when superman is around? has she always made such bad choices, like trying to get to a terrorist issue in the eiffel tower by sneaking onto some girders on the bottom of an elevator? and why does she take her purse with her? how many packs a day is she smoking, anyway? does he always wear that suit under his disguise suit? is it neoprene or something? is it machine washable?

much like highlander, there can be only one (i know george reeves was an awesome superman on tv. but this is my opinion here). yeah, i saw superman returns, and i didn’t care for it. none of it. i don’t know why, specifically. maybe the strange superman-as-jesus undertones? maybe it’s that what’s-his-name on the left there is simply not christoper reeve? it’s nothing personal. james bond will always be sean connery to me, and superman will always be mr reeves over there. besides, the new super is parting his hair on the wrong side. just saying.

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mm mmm mm mm mm mmm…

five points if you can guess the song the above title is humming.

anyway.

i’m kinda in love with fort minor, which is fronted by the guy that did the rapping and piano stuff in linkin park. i don’t like linkin park at all, but i’m thrilled with what the dude is doing now.  in particular, i’m addicted to the song, remember the name. it’s a great song, but the audio dubbing on that video is kinda crappe.

that disc is right before pj harvey’s to bring you my love in my car’s cd changer. i’m nothing if not eclectic. seriously? one of my favorite songs of all freaking time is the dancer. it doesn’t matter how many times i hear it, i get chills.

also? i adore common. and the song i hum to myself most often is drivin’ me wild. besides, how can you not love a video that features lily allen in a spacesuit?

which is all a way of saying, i’ve been insanely busy, and have been neglecting my seven readers. take heart, my schedule will straighten out after this week is through.

until then, carry a big fish for the rude people. and, thanks for stopping by.

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i can’t even think up a title, that’s how slushy my brain is.

yup. rockin the cerebellum here.

the other day, i decided to sign up for netflix. now, i’m totally the last person in the universe to ride the netflix bandwagon. i know this. but dudes… the watching movies instantly feature? pretty freaking sweet. i may have nerded out to an extreme factor and watched a few episodes of dr who. the newer dr who. with an intent to watch every damn dr who episode they can throw at me. that, along with all the weird horror and ‘b’ movies in my queue? it makes me wonder if i’m really a 12-year old boy.

anyway.

not only did i overdose on the doctor, but i watched a terrible ’80s movie called ice pirates. has anyone else seen it? it’s just a silly load of crap. and i snickered through most of it. which is the great thing about being me. i’m usually knitting while watching anything, so even if it’s a load of trash with no plot, at least i’ve got some knitting accomplished.

however, i have discovered a new favorite piece of crazy. it’s the 30- second bunny theater. it’s the crazy. so, they re-enact entire movies in 30 seconds. the action is done by animated bunnies. truly spectacular.

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even you must be into you

i don’t watch a lot of television outside of the gym. but occasionally, i hear about a good show and decide to have a looksee. i was hooked to six feet under, oz, and carnivale at various times, and i’m lucky that the local library has been able to satiate my fix.

by the way, if i haven’t said it, those are great shows. although carnivale has a weird series ending. but apparently they didn’t know they weren’t going to be making another season. don’t let that stop you; it’s a good show.

anyway.

i’ve gotten hooked to a few different shows, and i really like getting the whole season from the library and overdosing in my free time. you could say the library is my dealer of visual kook. just roll with it, okay? so, i’m spreading the love:

flight of the conchords – two musicians from new zealand move to new york city. hilarity and spontaneous music ensues. i even went and bought the soundtrack, because these guys are totally the awesome.

i subscribe to this magazine called paste, and they send you a mix cd with every issue. they are awesome, also, if you’re looking for a music/movie/ whatever magazine to fall in love with. anyway, a few issues ago they featured a conchords’ song, “ladies of the world“. now, when i first heard it, i thought they sounded just like dr theopolis. which i still think they kinda do, but just with this song. so, they had a season on HBO, and i quite liked it. i dare you not to love them.

dexter – serial killer works for miami police. you’ll love the serial killer, because he only whacks truly bad people that should get fed to a wood chipper. not that he uses a wood chipper, but i think you’re picking up what i’m putting down. okay, first, it’s got michael hall, they gay brother from six feet under. so, he’s eye candy. and the episodes are well-written. i know it’s based on the book, darkly dreaming dexter, but i’ve never read it. i was impressed with the first season, and i hear the second season is now available on dvd. so, yay for me.

boston legal – moi and i have a sparing few celebrity crushes. one of them is robert downey jr, but that goes back a long long way. another is james spader, and here he is being only slightly evil. he and the shatner are loose cannon-esque lawyers. while i enjoyed the first season, i currently have the second season, and it’s an absolute hoot. plus, candace bergen. i do love when ladies are given roles of absolute power.

deadwood – i’m pretty sure this show is no longer on the air, but the library’s river of ‘wood has certainly dried up. it’s kind of a western, and there are a lot of famous faces. personally, i love the costumes. and the bar owner, al. played by an irishman, no less. and there are guns and whores. woo!

and, that’s all i got for today. thanks for stopping by.

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can i get a witness?

so, as some of you know, i watch the music channels when i’m at the gym. and… well, madonna freaks me right out.

exhibit the one: four minutes. which i rather like as a song. and this video is visually interesting.

but.

i saw this video right after four minutes, and i have a question. madonna, you’re a mom and a grown-up. can you please keep your damn pants on? don’t make me come over there with duct tape.

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the power of laziness

so, yeah. i’ve had plenty of time to get some blogging happening, and i’ve started a fair few posts in my head. but, what it comes down to, people? i’ve been a lazy sack of protoplasm, and i’ve been enjoying it. i’m not the type of person that slacks off, in general. i like getting things done, and ticking them off a list. however, i also like napping and staring out the window, it appears. so, i make my half-hearted promise to get my tushie over to the compy a little more often.

and, by the way? naps are awesome.

oh! i’ve been savoring the new david sedaris book, when you are engulfed in flames. i’m a huge fan of his – and, by the way, if you’ve never read holidays on ice, then your life is a sad little shell, i tell you what – and this book does not disappoint. i’ve read reviews where people say, oh, it’s not as good as his other books, blah blah blah. pay no attention to them. it’s good stuff, and i’ve been limiting myself to one or two essays a day, so the book will last longer.

and i’m kind of excited to read assisted loving, largely because i heard the author on NPR, and he was quite engaging. i’m getting it from the library, unless i manage to tear through all the books at my house in the next week or so (which, i’m telling you, simply is not feasible). it just sounds cute and sweet, and something of a labor of love.

hm. i’m still frustrated over the indiana jones movie. look away if you don’t want it spoiled for you. dude, harrison? i’m pretty sure those are the exact same pants from the first three movies. you’re a professor and badass; surely you can pack a second pair of trousers. and… come on, now. aliens? flipping aliens? did someone confuse indiana with han solo? oh, and you’re a grown-ass man, now. button your shirt up a little, hm? not that i’m complaining, because you’ve taken great care of yourself. but, well… the general rule of thumb should be, when you get your AARP card, you have to show less chest.

… and, this has nothing to do with anything, and may possibly give you more information about me than you really need. i was in the gym the other day, and i became aware of how old my bra was, and i made a mental note to go buy a few new boob holders. for reference, i wear a 36C (see? i told you there would be more than you really needed to know about me. but it is relevant, i swear). and when did it become so goddamn hard to get a bra in my, er, ample size that did not have padding? i mean, seriously. and i’m not talking about the molded cups that are great with t-shirts and all. that’s not padding, so much as modesty protection. i’m talking about the bras that make what you’ve got look even bigger. which is retarded when it comes to the bigger sizes. thong bikinis shouldn’t be made in plus sizes, and any bra over a B cup does not need extra padding. i come with my own chest amplification, thanks.

jesus. so annoyed by undergarments.

oh, and i believe i’ve cemented my awkwardness in the minds of my co-workers. see, the other morning, i was supposed to go to this hour-long certification thingy. and about ten minutes before the thingy started, i got a nosebleed. i don’t mean a little trickle, like when you get when you’ve blown your nose too hard. i’m talking a gushing torrent that lasted a little too long for comfort. i’m standing there, talking to this guy i work with, and i think my nose is running. i grab a tissue, and i discover i have a little red river action happening above my lip. i dash over to the employee restroom area, where i fill up three or four tissues while trying to stop the flow. by the way, the best way to stop a nosebleed is not to pinch your nose closed, or lean your head back. you can actually cause yourself to choke on your own blood doing that. what works 99.9% of the time is firm pressure on the bridge of your nose, kind of parallel with your tear ducts, for around a minute. i stood there, pinching the bridge of my nose with a tissue to catch the blood torrent. and while it slowed, it did not stop. my other co-worker, and hopefully a soon-to-be good friend, grabbed a bunch of tissues, told me to ‘be a man about it’, and led me by the elbow to our meeting thingy. where we promptly ran into the not-drunk veteran, and where my nose re-began it’s crazy expulsion. there’s nothing less sexy than trying to make a good impression while blood is coursing down your face. well… okay, there is. but at that moment, i couldn’t think of anything less attractive. also, i had to sit through a meeting – with a bunch of my new superiors who hadn’t met me before then – with a fistful of red tissue clamped to my face.

good impressions. i can make thems. and, ew. and, sorry if you have a sensitive stomach.

and… i’ve finished a mitten! you know, just in time for summer. which… yeah. the other night, the weatherman was talking about the freakin’ snow level. snow. in june. i blame everyone that drives a hummer.

and… i require a coffee refill. because i’m not caffeinated enough.

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blahdey blahdey blah… but in a good way

i know i was just all persnickety about the weather being inappropriate for this time of year, but i wasn’t expecting anyone to be, you know, listening. so, we’ve had the sun cranked on high for the last two or so days, and that coupled with a new and exciting way for my body to make a fool outta me (fabulously huge headaches AND the most offenive gas ever, thanks) (sorry if y’all didn’t need to know that, but there it is) have left me feeling like not opening the compy.

if you were at all curious.

so, i’ve been doing random and silly things. as per usual. and… did i mention i went a little insane and decided to grow some stuff? i have plants, and i haven’t killed them. yay! i’ll hold off on talking foliage until i have a few pictures to share. i’m not really a plant person. but, i’ve managed to not kill a few bamboo plants, so i decided to try roses and trees.

oh, and i saw speed racer friday. that will totally give you epilepsy, but it might be worth it. and, naturally, i’ll be seeing indiana jones at some point. mmmm, harrison.

anyway.

i’ve been reading at a rapid rate lately. i have my theories as to why this is, but really… i like to read. and i like even more to recommend the good ones:

how to be lost – there’s no real way to describe the plot without giving something away. but i rather love the author, amanda eyre ward. i’m not sure how i feel about her middle name.

i was told there’d be cake – the reviews i read of this essay collection suggest that the author is a female version of david sedaris. she’s not. i enjoyed the book immensely, found it funny, but i don’t think she’s any sedaris. anyway, it’s good. it’ll make you snicker.

the ghost map – i’m not sure why i bought this, and i’m less sure of why i read it. it’s a book about a cholera outbreak in england in the way-back times. so, it’s about old sewage and water problems. but, reading it on mass transit almost guarantees you a seat to yourself.

dishwasher – pete aspires to wash dishes in all 50 states. i’m smitten with such a hard-working slacker. and the book, the chronicle of his dish adventures, is amusing and interesting. and he’s kinda in love with portland.

red meat gold – i love comic-type books. i also have a sick sense of humor. so, max cannon’s books are right up my alley. he’s so… not right.

every which way but dead – moi got me hooked on kim harrison, and i really enjoy this series. the main character is a witch, her god friend and co-worker is a vampire, and they also have a pixy roommate. but it’s not at all silly. i’m currently reading the next one, fistful of charms, and it doesn’t disappoint.

i think that’s all i got for now. the sun’s still out, this place has the air conditioning pumping (i’m really cold, and that’s just not right), and i have plants to tend to.

thanks for stopping by. don’t breathe through your nose.

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