1)I love Sia. I think that "The Girl You Lost (to cocaine)" is strong and powerful and yet still listen-able.
Here is her new video:
What do you think?
I, for one, think that it is beautiful and the song is heart achingly touching. I also believe that if you don't like it you (redacted) and (redacted).
(via Pretty Much Amazing)
2) Big Ben's broken nose makes me happy. Yes, I am wishing pain on another human.
3) I had a series of opinions about the GOP taking the NYS Senate back and while they were similar to what FAU and I talked about before the election, I have a fear that both of us may have been to generous to the Western New York contingent of Senators. Yes, they are about equal in the moderation to Roy McDonald, but there are more of them and a number of then have agendas that fit more into the "Guns Good, Gays Bad" caucus that reflects the general mood of establishment Republicans in other areas with similar flyover features. FAU, help me. You're my only hope. Help me come back around to divided government being good for New York, because I am thinking Guam as the place to relocate to.
4) Even though the last nine minutes of the game was difficult to watch, I did enjoy the Union vs. Yale game yesterday. It reminded me of being an undergrad.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Oh, I shouldn't have eaten that
Even though my stomach had been off all day, I decided that some of my mom's goulash (which was in the freezer) would be a good idea.
It was very tasty but it also affected my dreams.
In the longest most vivid one, I was looking online and I saw that the town that I was living in was offering a brothel/meeting place/dating site (but a physical location) and that some people I know were members/clients/working there.
Dream me apparently thought this was a brilliant business plan because i rode my bike down to the location.
When I got there, and pushed open the swinging saloon hall doors, I saw a number of friends hanging out at the bar. As it was my dream, I knew everyone there and some of the couplings were odd (and strangely hilarious)(and some people were talking while others were engaged in full on coitus) and then one acquaintance came over to me, grabbed me by the hand, led me to a table in the other room and kissed me on the mouth. I kissed back for a moment but stopped myself because...well...dream me doesn't have a great reason for the stoppage, but it felt like the right thing to do. I asked her what this kiss meant and she told me what ever I wanted to make of it, from a fling to something that could "last forever".
Way to turn something into a nightmare.
Anyway, we sat and talked, and dream friend said something to me that a real life friend told me Friday night, which then led me to the realization that this was a dream and that I should wake up...
And I did.
Then came The Walking Dead inspired dream in which I was forced to kill a zombie who is a friend but not until after she had bit TEA, who I then had to put down as well.
Lessons learned?
1) Don't trust anyone in real life or the dream world.
2) Don't let people near your children.
3) No goulash after 9:00 pm.
It was very tasty but it also affected my dreams.
In the longest most vivid one, I was looking online and I saw that the town that I was living in was offering a brothel/meeting place/dating site (but a physical location) and that some people I know were members/clients/working there.
Dream me apparently thought this was a brilliant business plan because i rode my bike down to the location.
When I got there, and pushed open the swinging saloon hall doors, I saw a number of friends hanging out at the bar. As it was my dream, I knew everyone there and some of the couplings were odd (and strangely hilarious)(and some people were talking while others were engaged in full on coitus) and then one acquaintance came over to me, grabbed me by the hand, led me to a table in the other room and kissed me on the mouth. I kissed back for a moment but stopped myself because...well...dream me doesn't have a great reason for the stoppage, but it felt like the right thing to do. I asked her what this kiss meant and she told me what ever I wanted to make of it, from a fling to something that could "last forever".
Way to turn something into a nightmare.
Anyway, we sat and talked, and dream friend said something to me that a real life friend told me Friday night, which then led me to the realization that this was a dream and that I should wake up...
And I did.
Then came The Walking Dead inspired dream in which I was forced to kill a zombie who is a friend but not until after she had bit TEA, who I then had to put down as well.
Lessons learned?
1) Don't trust anyone in real life or the dream world.
2) Don't let people near your children.
3) No goulash after 9:00 pm.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Surviving the Nuclear Apocalypse
There are four things you have to remember:
Forward Thinking
Understanding
Caution
Knowledge
Via io9.com
Forward Thinking
Understanding
Caution
Knowledge
Ducked and Covered: A Survival Guide to the Post Apocalypse from Nathaniel Lindsay on Vimeo.
Via io9.com
Something I can get behind...
The campaign to get Cookie Monster to host SNL. (Facebook page)
The video is fun as well.
Monster GaGa and "Cookie Face" is hilarious in absurdity.
The video is fun as well.
Monster GaGa and "Cookie Face" is hilarious in absurdity.
That's a new type of cheese
Last night, a friend and I went to Holmes & Watson for some beer and light fare.
Now, I have written about my love of poutine before and I am always willing to try someone's version of it.
However, being me, I had to ask what cheese they were using on their gravy, cottage fries, and cheese combo.
We had a very nice server and when I asked what type of cheese was being used, she happily responded with:
Yep, folks, that's what she said. Not a typo above. My friend and I looked at each other after the server had walked away and did the only thing we could.
We gave each other a high five and then giggled.
Now that makes me think that I should head to Monetary for my next getaway. Or maybe I should get Larry Summers to give a talk about Monterey Policy and the China problem.
I know that this could be seen as catty, but it was so very funny at the time and will continue to stay that way.
Now, I have written about my love of poutine before and I am always willing to try someone's version of it.
However, being me, I had to ask what cheese they were using on their gravy, cottage fries, and cheese combo.
We had a very nice server and when I asked what type of cheese was being used, she happily responded with:
I don't know. I think it is Monetary Jack.
Yep, folks, that's what she said. Not a typo above. My friend and I looked at each other after the server had walked away and did the only thing we could.
We gave each other a high five and then giggled.
Now that makes me think that I should head to Monetary for my next getaway. Or maybe I should get Larry Summers to give a talk about Monterey Policy and the China problem.
I know that this could be seen as catty, but it was so very funny at the time and will continue to stay that way.
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