+ *awkwardly shrugs* i, uh, made this for you. [via Fussy]
+ graffiticreator is kinda awesome:
i’m hot cause i’m fly April 27, 2008
maybe because mims* was at spring fest this weekend, maybe because i’m just gangsta, but either way i can’t get “this is why i’m hot” out of my head.
and then while i was doing dishes, stella wouldn’t stop chasing her tail.
are these two things related? no, of course not. then why can’t i get out of my head the made-up lyrics that i imagine stella is saying (in a gangsta voice) as she keeps circling:
i’m hot cause i’m spinnin’
you ain’t cause you not
this is why, this is why, this is why i’m hot
yeah, try not to get it stuck in your head while you watch her:
*yeah i didn’t know who he was either.
berry corn crunch and skim milk April 27, 2008
ok i have heard it all.
people have away messages. on aim, on yahoo, on skype, on ichat. for years (probably almost a decade). i’m ok with that.
people have status updates on facebook. also tolerable.
and people have twitter. you’ve heard of twitter, haven’t you?
now people have foodfeed. foodfeed is a service/site that lets you post WHAT YOU ARE EATING. RIGHT NOW. BECAUSE EVERYONE CARES.
the world is entirely too updated.
happy 200th post!! April 18, 2008
after two straight tech weeks, i’m surprised i can still find my head in the morning.* so when i get home at 12:30am after doing wardrobe for 6 hours, the last thing i want to do is clear off my bed. so the usual procedure involves me pushing the crap to one side and then sleeping on the other.
so when i have a sleepover w/the dancers one night, i miss one of the clearing days and the whole system gets messed up. this is what happens:
total chaos. but let’s break this down a bit further…
1. winter jacket. have not worn in weeks. on my pillow.
2. backpack. ok, that’s expected. ***nate stop reading or you will never want to take a nap in my bed again.***
3. tuesday’s lunch in wegman’s bag. ew. i’m sorry i am so gross. **really nate, stop.**
4. GARBAGE BAG. yes, a BAG of GARBAGE. on. my. bed.
5. notebook, sock. normal. (no the sock is not infested with some kind of horrible disease, as you would expect by now)
6. clean clothes!
7. other winter jacket.
8. purse. also acceptable.
9. makeshift sleeping bag from sleepover.
10. CAT. what? you couldn’t see the cat?
there’s the cat for ya.
so after i cleared everything off, you’d think i’d just dust off any dirt and be on with it, but this is what i found:
this right here is enough to give nate anxiety for two months. knitting NEEDLES. in the BED. they could POKE SOMEONE’S EYE OUT!!! and wait, there’s more! a painful looking HEADBAND! OMGZ! and what are the SUNGLASSES doing in the bed?! you want me to crush them in my sleep?!
stella just looks on with disdain since i disturbed her sleeping spot.
* or make a coherent metaphor/hyperbole/sentence.
April 13, 2008
i think i reached the pinnacle of my cliché-dancerness today when kelsey and i had an intense, passionate discussion about how great celery is.
i want to stab myself at that moment.
dancedancedancedance April 8, 2008
i feel like i have just discovered that my favorite cereal had a toy all the way at the bottom! the best of craigslist! how have i not known about you before?? my favorites after 5 minutes:
- To the owner of the dog who took a shit outside my apartment building
– “Have you never had to clean dog shit out off of a pair of New Balance runners before? Maybe you should take a look at how many ridiculous grooves there are in the soles.” - Thanks, Mr.Hipster Record Store Clerk. – No one will ever understand you. You’re so different.
the perfect way to end a night in the middle of hell week (aka: tech week.. show opens thursday!!).
here’s a picture of me doing something that kinda looks cool (i’m third in from the left), but it’s blurry:
i want to live in this house. April 3, 2008
if i could design my house – it would totally look like this. except maybe not so green. but definitely the moon surface floor.
p.s. note how tiny the stove area looks – imagine how big the rest of it is!!!
EDIT: apparently the floors are made of concrete. that kind of ruins it. i was hoping for that sturdy rubbery-foam stuff. in my head its made of that. and you can bounce from one place to another. and there are swings. and an indoor hockey rink. and..
tom–er, googlefoolery April 1, 2008
of my favorite Google April Fool’s Day pranks, this year’s “scratch n’ sniff” book search and Gmail’s custom time setting are pretty close to the top.
all-time favorite: Gmail Paper. “Now in Gmail, you can request a physical copy of any message with the click of a button, and we’ll send it to you in the mail.
…cost of postage is offset with the help of relevant, targeted, unobtrusive advertisements, which will appear on the back of your Gmail Paper prints in red, bold, 36 pt Helvetica. No pop-ups, no flashy animations—these are physically impossible in the paper medium.”
the sad part is, is that alot of people (mainly my older family members) would probably actually love this feature. my aunt prints out almost every “important” email she gets. and when she finds a website with info, she prints every page. not just the text, but the whole page – banner, sidebar, ads, and all. we go through a lot of ink at home.
for a list of all Google’s hoaxes, see the Wikipedia entry.
