all class, all the time

That's right, people. Two weeks hence Andy and I will be classing it up at Trump's Taj Mahal. Now the question is (not why) but WHAT we will do with ourselves once we are there. I'm voting for making fun of the crazy old people and trying not to lose all of my money. Oh, and drinking. a lot.

Brad suggested I hit the Wheel of Fortune slot machine (which has the reputation of being a "loose slot", obviously making me giggle). If any of you have other suggestions, please do let me know.

My aims for the trip are to eat a lot of food, possibly ordering room service (my dad would kill me), and to not be in NYC for at least one day. I'm also hoping that it's not freezing cold so that we can walk up and down the boardwalk, because i've been to vegas, and i've been to rome (sheena, commence singing now), but i've never been to atlantic city. and i think that's something everyone should do at one time or another. i mean, it can't be worse than anaheim, right?

plus, according to the website, we will "sleep like maharajas" which has the bonus of being completely meaningless AND totally offensive!

of course it's a good idea!

someone please help me remember that drinking the equivalent of three bottles of wine (one nice bottle from josh, and one magnum of yellowtail) with three other people is probably not the best way to end a monday/start a tuesday.

see here <------- it seemed like a good idea at the time.

i am outraged.

So, when I was growing up the most exciting of tv events (aside from the oscars, i'm sorry i grew up in los angeles) was the olympics. Remember when Picabo Street was the coolest person ever! She got to name herself! and she chose the name Picabo!

Winter, Summer, didn't matter. my family gathered in front of the tv with our dinners (this was a big deal because dinner at the Golden house was a sacred event. no tv, no phone calls, no nothing), and we would watch the olympics all night long. Especially the winter olympics. i mean, it doesn't get better than that. there's figure skating, speed skating, skiing, the luge, the list goes on and on.

Apparently American Idol is expected to beat the Olympics in ratings this year. THE OLYMPICS!!! American Idol??? good god what is this world coming to??
(Full Story Here)

i'm sorry. i just couldn't help myself.

in keeping with the awesome animal theme...

This is an "Effigia", an ancestor to the croc and alligator. not related at all to the dinosaur. it had no teeth, and is awesome.

"Scientists have discovered a fossil in New Mexico that looks like a sixfoot-long, two-legged dinosaur, but is actually an ancient relative of alligators and crocodiles." (full article here)

So the crocadile looked like a dinosaur 80 milion years before the dinosaurs looked like dinosaurs. pretty cool, huh?

would you kindly place that stick in my eye?

first of all, i love google image.

sheena, is this machinema?

Underworld Two!!!!! Underworld's Revenge!!

so exciting. again, what's better than a vampire movie and better than a werewolf movie? a vampire vs. werewolf movie, of course!

i cannot wait.





photo borrowed from www.creativecorner.home.att.net/art.htm, which is a scary scary place.

well, guy in a skeleton costume comes up to the guy in the superman suit, runs through him with a broadsword.

Tonight is our Lost party with Seth. Hooray for Seth!!

The Mohan girls (now there are two of them, i don't even need to be sou-chef) are going to make dinner and we're going to watch last week's episode. and then THEN then we will be caught up. finally.

it's lame, i know. but i'm way excited.

Also i like this poster. because it's in Romanian, obviously.





image borrowed from www.tvr.ro/tv/tvr1/promo/lost.php

THAR SHE BLOWS!!!!!

This whale was spotted swimming down the Thames. Past Big Ben!

the effing Thames!!!! how effing cool is that??
(full story here)

man i wish i could have seen that.

it's just like that story of the whale swimming in the san fransisco bay. remember that book? i mean, it really happened, but there was a children's book about it too.

well, as long as they won't be making american dollars...

to continue with toby's Cuba theme today (congrats on your maceo thing, tobs, it sounds really interesting), i just saw this article in the new york times.

So Cuba is now being allowed to play in the World Baseball Classic (full article here).

The Treasury department wouldn't let Cuba play at first because of the chance that Cuba would "win american dollars" which would, obviously, break the trade embargo. Let's not get started on said trade embargo, i don't have that kind of energy right now. The World Baseball federation or corporation or whatever has drafted a new liscense for the team - they won't make any money, even if they win. That's kind of sad. I mean, play for the glory and all that, but it sucks a little bit.

let the overreaction begin

I am going to a retinal specialist tomorrow to get my "window of defect" checked out.

i just thought i'd share the nightmare.

enjoy!

rory update (the baby). i know you were all curious

so i don't know why i'm obsessed with this kid. i mean, yes. he's adorable. but it's not like we have some spiritual bond. i've not even met the kid. nonetheless, i have some more pictures. no bbgun this time, sorry. but there is a pushpop. which is almost as good.

plus he's ADORABLE.

this is sheena's fault

It seems I can't get away from the cycloptic kitten. but this picture is way less scary. and expresses perfectly my sadness at cy's passing. very much in the style of diego rivera. i like it.

thanks sheena.

and also thanks to lindsayism.com for the picture.

sometimes you have to slap those mean people around a little

So I've been told I have to post something to get the picture of the cycloptic cat out of Sheena's nightmares. Here goes:

I was at the grocery store last night (the local C-TownTownTown), getting the things i'd forgotten to get in the freshdirect order, and i got in line behind this woman. she was the only person at the register and, at the time, i couldn't figure out why there wasn't a line behind her (because the rest of the registers had super long lines). I got clued in pretty quick, though, when i saw that with one hand she was drinking an Ozzie soda, and with the other hand she was slowly and delicately placing items from her cart onto the rolly moving counter thing. more often than not, she'd ask the poor girl at the register to do a price check, and then ponder whether or not she wanted to buy the bottle of allspice.

After a few minutes of this the Chinese man behind me leaned around me and asked (a little brusquely) "Do you need help?" to which the mean lady replied, "No, I don't need help! I'm ringing up my food! " In response, the Chinese man said (what we were all thinking, obviously), "well hurry up! we're all waiting for you."

now, i know you know how hectic a grocery store can be at 6pm, when everyone's just finally gotten back into brooklyn and all they want to do is buy their huge amount of starchy carb-loaded breads and get the hell home (ok, maybe people other than me don't live on bread and hummus, but come on people, it's going to rot in my fridge). so the people behind me were stewing, and the woman in front of me was mumbling to herself, yelling at the manager who was standing next to her and the poor girl who was at the register about how she was a customer and how dare people talk to her like that and she was getting stuff delivered and blah blah blah.

i took this moment to turn off my music and take off my headphones so that i could more fully participate in whatever riot was about to happen.

So the woman is finishing up with her ringing up. and she leaves a fairly full cart blocking the way through the aisle. so i ask her, "are you finished with the cart?" and she looks at me like i'm the shit on her shoe and says, "yes", so i start to move it out of the way. at which point she yells WAIT! and reaches in and grabs a clove of garlic. and then she says, ok. like i was trying to steal her garlic.

finally she's rung up and the girl at the register gives her the delivery form to fill out. while she's writing down her address she turns to the Chinese man behind me and says, "You know, you should just go back where you came from. I was born here." ARE YOU SERIOUS??? PEOPLE ACTUALLY SAY THAT??

I let that sink into my brain for a few seconds, weighing the amazingly horrific with the fear of confrontation, until i just couldn't take it any more. i told her that was incredibly uncalled for. (and immediately got super nervous, started sweating copiously, and all of the blood drained from my face). she replied, "i'm sorry, but that's what the world is coming to these days." and, as i was on a roll, i told her that was ridiculous, that she had taken her damn time and she just needed to fill out the delivery form so we could all get out of the store and go home.

I felt pretty ok after that. and she proceeded to enter her pin in the keypad (hiding it from me because i was obviously going to see what her code was and steal her money), and left. the whole time yelling about how she was being treated, and being told by the girl at the register and the manager to get the hell out of the store.

it was pretty awesome.

i mean, i'm not a brave person, but sometimes it feels really good to stand up to crazy brooklyn women who think they own steve's c-town. which they don't.

fin.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW

man i wish this cat had lived more than one day. another gem from my.yahoo.com!
Cy, short for Cyclopes, a kitten born with only one eye and no nose, is shown in this photo provided by its owner in Redmond, Oregon, on Wednesday, Dec. 28, 2005. The kitten, a ragdoll breed, which died after living for one day, was one of two in the litter. Its sibling was born normal and healthy. (AP Photo/Traci Allen)

Gus Battles the Pink Monsters

So I got an ugly doll for Hannukah (thank you, andy). When I showed it to Sheena, and put it back on my bed, Gus freaked out and started stalking it. Luckily I had the presence of mind to catch it all on film. Let me reiterate - Gus was in the kitchen. He saw the doll from about twenty feet away and his tail puffed up and he got that beady look in his eye. At first I thought he was going to attack me, but then I realized his target was on the bed.
this is the ugly pink monster. Gus does not like it. He's ready to pounce.

After he'd totally freaked out and ran away, I thought that we'd be able to use the doll as an anti-cat device for the couch. So I left the doll on the couch (along with a note to Rory as to why there was a doll on his bed - Rory is allergic to cats and is staying on our couch - hence the need for an anti-cat device), but when he got home he found all three cats curled around the ugly doll. apparently they'd made friends. or at least figured out that it wasn't alive. sad. it would have been awesome.

...this is your fridge on drugs.

israeli drugs, of course.

delivered by my supplier, Sharon (it's a guy. he's israeli. are you noticing a trend?).

so i've discovered that my cousin richie is a mobster. a hummus mobster. he works for sabra and has finally made good on his threat to give me tons and tons of hummus. and also babaganoush.

if you're very nice, i might give you some, as we need room in the fridge for food.

in the meantime, we might smell strongly of garlic and tahini.

so NOW what am i supposed to do?

rob didn't go to the cuddle party because it was raining. so, sadly, i have no gross stories. sorry.

i DID see an awesome japanese movie called Battle Royale. This movie is about a 9th grade class that misbehaves so much they are sent to a deserted island and forced to kill each other over the course of three days. it was pretty effing awesome. this is one of the kids from the movie.

very creepy. also we'd had some absinthe so it was a little creepier.



I also watched The Warriors, which kicked ass, and realized something whilst watching the special features - Gil's dad was in The Warriors. Gil's dad is named Michael Beck and apparently has been living a double life. Below are two pictures of Gil's dad. i'm sure you'll see the similarities.

This is Gil's dad masquerading as Michael Beck.

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This is Gil's dad masquerading as Gil's dad. ---------------->





QED. they are the same person. creepy, huh? just add some glasses to the one on the left and, voila!

that's all i got.