droller than thou.

for the love of veoh.

Oh, Veoh; I love you.

Nazi Pop Twins

Married to the Eiffel Tower 

Baby Bible Bashers 

My Car is My Lover

Homework, schmomework.

three (important) things.

1) Organic bananas are tricky little guys.  They do not color in the same way as their conventionally grown counterparts.  To wit, they still look really green even when they are perfectly ripe--which means that if you don't keep on your toes, you end up with a bunch of gross, overly-ripe sugar wieners that are only good for making banana bread, et al.  This is a particularly sensitive issue for me, as I can only abide bananas that are what most people would consider "under-ripe" (or "gross," according to The Mister).  

a) Am I the only person who thinks bananas are extra delicious when you slice them up and eat them with a fork?  I'd wager not.

2) Why is it that when I hear Christian Bale's now infamous tirade on the Terminator set it only more firmly cements his hotness in my eyes?  This just doesn't seem right.  Maybe I secretly yearn to spend my days selling papes...and my nights being verbally abused by some kind of futuristic robot killing rebel.  (That's what he is, right?  I have no idea.)

a) And speaking of hott dudez, can we just talk about the new Sherlock Holmes movie? Hatchi matchi.

3) I normally do not like M&Ms.  Sometimes I'll get into the peanut variety, but  mostly because the peanut distracts from the horrible taste of the chocolate.  However, there are two notable exceptions: the pastel colored Easter variety and the mini kind that come in a little tube.  Now, I fully realize that thinking the Easter M&Ms taste better than the normal ones is purely psychological.  However, I think there is some actual merit to the minis being better--namely, the increased shell-to-chocolate ratio, which results in some extra crunchiness.  It's all very scientific.

a) The only Easter candy I really look forward to are Cadbury Mini Eggs.  They are fucking delicious.  Even though they are manufactured by Hershey's (which has, as far as I'm concerned, the shittiest tasting chocolate ever), they clearly use the Cadbury recipe and not some awful American abomination.  It's probably good that they are only available seasonally, as I would probably gorge on them thrice nightly.

b) Why does American chocolate suck so much?

c) I love European chocolate.

on valentimes.

Yesterday (unsurprisingly) The Mister and I forgot it was Valentine's Day.  

We spent most of the afternoon at the dinosaur museum (AKA the Museum of Natural History), wherein pretty much everything you put near your face (microscopes, telescopes, dinosaur vision goggles, plastic cards that you look through to make specific designated areas change color [trippy!]) smelled like saliva.  Or at least The Mister claimed.  I kept imagining all the little germ infested hands and mouths that had been there before me, and so I was afraid to engage in any of these getting-near-the-face activities.  I also avoided touching stuff as much as possible, although I gave in a few times--try to lift an extremely dense chunk of meteor, you say?  How can I resist!?

That's me with the beard.

On the whole, it was an enjoyable afternoon.  I was slightly disappointed that the volcano area (where you actually go inside a real model volcano!) was not as awesomely terrifying as I remember it being when I was a child.  Also, I'm sad to report to any New Mexicans that haven't visited in awhile that the Evelator (a "simulated time-travel experience that moves and rumbles through 38 million years of history") is pretty much a piece of crap now--the rocks no longer scroll down in the windows (intended to give you the feeling of moving down through the earth), the video quality is horrible, and the floor doesn't even move anymore!  It is truly a sad day for lovers of the simulated time-travel experience.

Also, I had to run out of the "cave experience" area, due to a mixture of claustrophobia and the horrible smell emanating from a nearby fat dude pushing a stroller.  I'm pretty sure the baby had nothing to do with it.

Then we got delicious milkshakes.  

The End.

on another list.

And to compliment the last list I made:

8 Things That I Think Are Awesome Until I Actually Interact with Them, and Then I'm Like, "Oh Yeah, I Forgot; Not So Awesome"

1) My Fair Lady (I seem to only remember the good parts, and consistently forget about all the boring shit)

2) Wearing my slippers without socks

3) Salad bars (hopefully I've learned my lesson by now)

4) Reminiscing (only leads to sadness...and, sometimes, if I'm lucky, binge eating)

5) Not wearing a bra with a tight shirt

6) Direct sunlight (so very burn-y)

7) Having more than two alcoholic beverages in a row

8) Making lists (actually, I never think they'll be "awesome," usually just tolerable; but then I'm wrong)

on a list.

So you say you want a random list to read?  Okay.  I can't deny you:

13 Things That I Don't Remember Are Awesome Until I Interact With Them Again

1) The Wedding Singer

2) Elliott Smith

3) Non-chocolate based desserts, especially citrusy ones

4) Skirts (I only forget this during winter; once warm weather hits, I wear them exclusively)

5) Tank tops (see above)

6) Fire pits

7) Fire in general 

8) Eating cereal out of a teacup 

9) Going for walks (another winter-based memory lapse)

10) White Russians (alcoholic beverage, not people--although it's been awhile since I've interacted with a real white Russian)

11) Klezmer music

12) Spice-based confections (e.g., gingerbread, pfeffernusse, etc.)

13) Photo albums (I need to make these someday)

on an important recent development (not in my uterus).

I have an embarrassing confession to make, dear readers: the other day I watched and enjoyed...(gulp)... The Dog Whisperer!  Oh, horror of horrors.

I guess my general love of animals overpowered my specific dislike of dogs.

...And shoes with wheels attached?  WTF?