I can't express enough how much I love the rain. Grey, rainy skies invigorate me. I was up way too late last night and thought I might even stay home from work today, my throat hurt, I was exhausted, but when I woke up this morning and looked outside, I knew I wanted to get up and enjoy the weather while it lasted. I guess there is just something romantic about stormy weather. It does seem like it rains much less than when I was a kid, though. I seem to remember a lot of thunder storms growing up and now it is seems extremely rare. I really should be living in Seattle.
As I enjoyed my walk to work this morning, I had this song in my head - I guess I thought of it because of the mist and drizzle in the scene. Fred Astaire didn't have the most amazing singing voice in the world, but I'd rather hear his simple renditions of gorgeous songs, like this one, more than any other singer. He immortalized so many songs, this is one of my favorites:
Friday, May 23, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Comics
These just made me laugh, what else can I say? (I didn't write this - it is from a great site the Institute of Cheer)
Get in the car! It’s a Unicornisaurus Rex! With fingers!
Then again, why worry? He’s so weak he has to hold on to a building for support. It makes him look like a sarcastic high-school English teacher who's just heard a student make a particularly banal observation about "The Scarlet Letter." Oh really Mr. Anderson. Would you care to elaborate?
“The Planet that Admired the Earth” does not immediately seem like a set-up that would yield 4,329 (exactly!) gasps, let alone prove its mettle as the most gripping space story ever published, unless the publishers had perfected some sort of technology that made a hand spring from the book and grip you in the crotch. Granted, “The Planet that Admired the Earth” was more gasp-inducing than "The Planet that Could Be Persuaded, After a Glass of Brandy, To Admit That the Earth Had Certain Merits", or its precedessor, "The Planet That Wouldn’t Kick Earth Out of Bed for Having Deserts, If You Know What I Mean, " but still. You can tell it’s a lame line-up of stories - look at the guy in the lower right-hand corner. He’s looking straight at the list, and he’s not too thrilled.
What did he expect? A ghost? Probably, yeah.
This is just all kinds of stupid. This is the gamut of stupid. This is the entire spectrum of stupid, including the parts the human eye cannot detect, but can be seen only by bees. You could start with the art, which gives Bats stumpy legs and a beer-barrel torso; you could move on to his first deadly foe, the Insurance Adjuster with a net fetish. You could wonder why Batman could be immobilized by something as simple as a net with weights. Here’s a hint, Bruce – grasp a few weights, pick them up, and exit the net. You could have endless sport with the idea of Robin learning that B. screwed the pooch in his early outings, but at least got the kinks out before he started his career.
What really seals the deal and adds a big red Stupid Cherry is the book: “Batman’s Diary.” With a logo. And the logo on the spine. You can see him sitting on the floor on his tummy, legs up and crossed at the ankles, chewing on a pencil, listening to some music from those dreamy Beatles, wondering how to start.
“Dear Diary! Today I began to act out my bifurcated nature by channeling my childhood abandonment issues into costume-assisted crime control. Well! You won’t believe what happened.”
Golly, indeed.
Ol’ Boomie didn’t really overthink the wardrobe – blue tights, a dyed cap he got at Army surplus, the sort of scarf favored by aviators in the days before they tired of having it catch in the prop and yank them from the cockpit, and a flirty little skirt that sets off his beer-barrel thighs quite nicely.
(from Institute of Cheer)
Get in the car! It’s a Unicornisaurus Rex! With fingers!
Then again, why worry? He’s so weak he has to hold on to a building for support. It makes him look like a sarcastic high-school English teacher who's just heard a student make a particularly banal observation about "The Scarlet Letter." Oh really Mr. Anderson. Would you care to elaborate?
“The Planet that Admired the Earth” does not immediately seem like a set-up that would yield 4,329 (exactly!) gasps, let alone prove its mettle as the most gripping space story ever published, unless the publishers had perfected some sort of technology that made a hand spring from the book and grip you in the crotch. Granted, “The Planet that Admired the Earth” was more gasp-inducing than "The Planet that Could Be Persuaded, After a Glass of Brandy, To Admit That the Earth Had Certain Merits", or its precedessor, "The Planet That Wouldn’t Kick Earth Out of Bed for Having Deserts, If You Know What I Mean, " but still. You can tell it’s a lame line-up of stories - look at the guy in the lower right-hand corner. He’s looking straight at the list, and he’s not too thrilled.
What did he expect? A ghost? Probably, yeah.
This is just all kinds of stupid. This is the gamut of stupid. This is the entire spectrum of stupid, including the parts the human eye cannot detect, but can be seen only by bees. You could start with the art, which gives Bats stumpy legs and a beer-barrel torso; you could move on to his first deadly foe, the Insurance Adjuster with a net fetish. You could wonder why Batman could be immobilized by something as simple as a net with weights. Here’s a hint, Bruce – grasp a few weights, pick them up, and exit the net. You could have endless sport with the idea of Robin learning that B. screwed the pooch in his early outings, but at least got the kinks out before he started his career.
What really seals the deal and adds a big red Stupid Cherry is the book: “Batman’s Diary.” With a logo. And the logo on the spine. You can see him sitting on the floor on his tummy, legs up and crossed at the ankles, chewing on a pencil, listening to some music from those dreamy Beatles, wondering how to start.
“Dear Diary! Today I began to act out my bifurcated nature by channeling my childhood abandonment issues into costume-assisted crime control. Well! You won’t believe what happened.”
Golly, indeed.
Ol’ Boomie didn’t really overthink the wardrobe – blue tights, a dyed cap he got at Army surplus, the sort of scarf favored by aviators in the days before they tired of having it catch in the prop and yank them from the cockpit, and a flirty little skirt that sets off his beer-barrel thighs quite nicely.
(from Institute of Cheer)
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Masters
This is part 1 of a 6 part interview between Ricky Gervais and Christopher Guest - two of the greatest comedic minds of our time. Parts 2-6 are linked on youtube. It's so worth it to watch the whole interview, if you care. Please do enjoy:
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Schmoprah
This girl was on Oprah yesterday - she is 15 years old, from the Philippines and knocked Whitney's song out of the park. I had this song in my head all night and now will probably have it in my head again. She's just so cute:
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Photo Booth
This last week Joseph "Pilates" Ernst stayed with us in the Burb. It was great to have ol' dimples around. Last night JC, Cheryl and I had some dinner and took some pictures. I still really love my ATP class of '05 - it's nice to have a group of people that I can still just be so comfortable around - we've seen eachother's best and worst, we've played together, cried together, yelled together, and rolled around with the silverfish together - and as the years pass by it's nice to know that we can still support each other. Ashley should be in town next week - yay!
a cunning plan
There were so many great British comedies that PBS allowed me to grow up watching: Red Dwarf, Fawlty Towers, Mr Bean, Keeping Up Appearences, Are You Being Served, Blackadder. Blackadder was on for four seasons, each taking place in a different period of British history. I believe my favorite was the last, Blackadder Goes Forth, set during WWI. I've posted two clips; one with the ridiculously vulgar reoccuring character, Lord Flashheart, played by Rik Mayall (of Drop Dead Fred fame) and the other is the last scene of the series, which is really quite sad. It was a fantastic series, with an amazing group of comedic actors.
Twilight
Well, I feel obligated by the name of my blog to post this teaser trailer. I quite enjoyed the book and am scared the movie is just going to be many crappy, angsty, pretty, typical, teenage actors, but I'm still hoping for the best. Robert "Cedric Diggory" Pattinson looks like he might be all right casting for Edward.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
WB
Today I had a lunch meeting at Warner Bros with the head of HR. I don't want to say too much, because I don't want to jinx it, but it was great. This lady is so nice and generous, she showed me all over the studio - which is beautiful. It seems like such a great place to work, and I am completely excited at the prospect. I'll be checking for open positions as it gets closer to when I could start at the end of Summer/beginning of Fall. I'm really already in love with Warner Bros. and I will be giving all my heart and might to obtaining a job there. I don't have a full resume with much experience, but I know if just given the chance I would give it my all. Here's hoping!
Friday, May 2, 2008
Tennicycle? Unis?
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