Who likes good music? Check these songs out and then go and buy them. You won't regret it.
"I Am Not a Robot" - Marina and the Diamonds
"Fader" - The Temper Trap
"Love Lost" - The Temper Trap
"The Ghost Inside" - Broken Bells
"Kandi" - One Eskimo
"Home" - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes
"Santa Monica Dream" - Angus & Julia Stone
"The Wrestle" - Frightened Rabbit
"Me and Jane Doe" - Charlotte Gainsbourg
If you've never checked out the PS22 Chorus, you should absolutely get thyself to their web site and listen. Last night I was looking up a link to their performance of "Zebra" by Beach House and discovered that they'd actually done "I Am Not a Robot," as well. The adorableness can not be overstated. They actually do the robot for crying out loud...
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Aieee.
Ever have those times where you are so busy you can't even think straight and you have so much to do and you feel like you owe so many people things and are being a bad friend/daughter/sibling/person because you haven't paid up on what you've owed whether it be a phone call/e-mail or whatever and in the end you kind of just want to curl up in the fetal position under your desk and listen to Kermit the Frog sing about the Ainbow-ray Onnection-cay oh wait that was Andy Bernard?
Yeah. That's me. Can't remember punctuation, either.
Yeah. That's me. Can't remember punctuation, either.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
12,000 Words for April 2010
It's 12 of 12 time! If you don't know what it is, check out creator Chad Darnell's blog for the skinny. This month's collection features a lot of bunching and bad jokes/puns. Just be prepared.
7:44 a.m. - Blergh.
Time to get going. Oy.
8:51 a.m. - Mom's words of encouragement.
My mom sent me a very sweet, very silly text message that made me laugh. She's as big of a dork as I am. Can't wait to see her (and all of my parents) in Monterey in a couple of weeks.
9:04 a.m. - The Haul.
Looking at the sheer amount of crap that had to go down to my car. My computer/work bag. My bag of snacks and lunches for the week. Two boxes of cupcakes. My purse. And, not shown, my gym bag.
12:41 p.m. - Prepping.
Reading a treatment before my staff meeting starts. Excuse the hoodie -- it's cold in my office! There's no excuse for the hair...
3:01 p.m. - Checking for messages.
After getting out of our epic staff meeting, I had to check to see if I had any messages from a certain (818) number. I had nothing. At all.
7:24 p.m. - Poquito Mas-ome.
Thanks to a suggestion from my mom, a quick, healthy dinner before heading west. Plus, I had leftovers for lunch today. Traditional vegetarian burrito with pinto beans and no salsa (cut in half, please) for the win!
7:54 p.m. - Rite Aid.
Had to make a last minute stop on my way to O'Brien's. No, I did not purchase a blond wig or fashion Contact paper into a mini-skirt. I can not promise that I didn't use a Southern accent, though. And if you don't know what I'm referencing, you should be ashamed of yourself. That's right. I said it.
8:45 p.m. - You have a book! In a bar!
Getting some not-really-light-but-still-very-enjoyable reading in before my trivia team members arrive. I'm not okay with how puffy my fingers look.
9:51 p.m. - Cheers!
Or, as we say at pub trivia, SOCIAL! I've been thinking about setting up this shot all week and it turned out as awesome as I'd hoped.
11:39 p.m. - Oh, L.A.
Traffic backed up at the 10E/110N interchange. At nearly midnight. Per the SigAlert (that I did not check in my car...honest!), there was a silver Kia involved in an accident.
11:59 p.m. - Burning off a picture.
I realized that it was 11:59 and I still lacked two of my twelve pictures. Sorry for the bunching... And the ridiculous face!
12:00 midnight - Night shirt.
This is the only swag I kept from WonderCon. I have no desire to see Inception, but a shirt that says "Dream Machine" just seems perfect for pajamas in the same way that I had the posters for Sleepless in Seattle and While You Were Sleeping hanging over my bed in college.
Have a great week, all!
7:44 a.m. - Blergh.
Time to get going. Oy.
8:51 a.m. - Mom's words of encouragement.
My mom sent me a very sweet, very silly text message that made me laugh. She's as big of a dork as I am. Can't wait to see her (and all of my parents) in Monterey in a couple of weeks.
9:04 a.m. - The Haul.
Looking at the sheer amount of crap that had to go down to my car. My computer/work bag. My bag of snacks and lunches for the week. Two boxes of cupcakes. My purse. And, not shown, my gym bag.
12:41 p.m. - Prepping.
Reading a treatment before my staff meeting starts. Excuse the hoodie -- it's cold in my office! There's no excuse for the hair...
3:01 p.m. - Checking for messages.
After getting out of our epic staff meeting, I had to check to see if I had any messages from a certain (818) number. I had nothing. At all.
7:24 p.m. - Poquito Mas-ome.
Thanks to a suggestion from my mom, a quick, healthy dinner before heading west. Plus, I had leftovers for lunch today. Traditional vegetarian burrito with pinto beans and no salsa (cut in half, please) for the win!
7:54 p.m. - Rite Aid.
Had to make a last minute stop on my way to O'Brien's. No, I did not purchase a blond wig or fashion Contact paper into a mini-skirt. I can not promise that I didn't use a Southern accent, though. And if you don't know what I'm referencing, you should be ashamed of yourself. That's right. I said it.
8:45 p.m. - You have a book! In a bar!
Getting some not-really-light-but-still-very-enjoyable reading in before my trivia team members arrive. I'm not okay with how puffy my fingers look.
9:51 p.m. - Cheers!
Or, as we say at pub trivia, SOCIAL! I've been thinking about setting up this shot all week and it turned out as awesome as I'd hoped.
11:39 p.m. - Oh, L.A.
Traffic backed up at the 10E/110N interchange. At nearly midnight. Per the SigAlert (that I did not check in my car...honest!), there was a silver Kia involved in an accident.
11:59 p.m. - Burning off a picture.
I realized that it was 11:59 and I still lacked two of my twelve pictures. Sorry for the bunching... And the ridiculous face!
12:00 midnight - Night shirt.
This is the only swag I kept from WonderCon. I have no desire to see Inception, but a shirt that says "Dream Machine" just seems perfect for pajamas in the same way that I had the posters for Sleepless in Seattle and While You Were Sleeping hanging over my bed in college.
Have a great week, all!
Friday, April 9, 2010
Everytime he does that thing he does.
When I was a little girl, my favorite actor – aside from one Kermit the Frog – was Tom Hanks. I could watched Big and The Money Pit and Joe vs. The Volcano for hours on end. If Sleepless in Seattle is on – and let’s face it, it’s the Law and Order of movies in that it seems to be on some channel at any point during the day – I’ll watch it. Even at the gym, despite its lack of upbeat keep-your-butt-moving music.
As gifted as he is with comedy, he’s equally so with drama. The man made me cry over a volleyball in Castaway, for heaven’s sake. I could go on and on, but a quick look at his IMDB page reveals so many of my favorite movies (and I'm a few minutes from getting off work and don't have that kind of time). I’m pretty sure that he’s going to have me bawling again in Toy Story 3.
As if he didn’t already have my heart, he appeared on a Jeopardy! skit on Saturday Night Live. IN A PLASTIC DRY CLEANING BAG.
I’ve discussed this with a few people, but I’m thinking we need to find the next Tom Hanks. Not that I think this one’s going anywhere anytime soon. But who’s the next quadruple threat? In addition to making us laugh and cry, he has to be able to write, direct, and produce. And do it well while being exceptionally endearing at the same time.
Any thoughts?
As gifted as he is with comedy, he’s equally so with drama. The man made me cry over a volleyball in Castaway, for heaven’s sake. I could go on and on, but a quick look at his IMDB page reveals so many of my favorite movies (and I'm a few minutes from getting off work and don't have that kind of time). I’m pretty sure that he’s going to have me bawling again in Toy Story 3.
As if he didn’t already have my heart, he appeared on a Jeopardy! skit on Saturday Night Live. IN A PLASTIC DRY CLEANING BAG.
I’ve discussed this with a few people, but I’m thinking we need to find the next Tom Hanks. Not that I think this one’s going anywhere anytime soon. But who’s the next quadruple threat? In addition to making us laugh and cry, he has to be able to write, direct, and produce. And do it well while being exceptionally endearing at the same time.
Any thoughts?
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