Suckit Saturday - Parking Lot & other stuff

Today, I went to buy grout and some other crap to do some honey-do work around the house before the bomb next weekend and grabbed a couple flowers to fill some pots we have that currently sit infested with weeds or are just empty.

After checking out, I wheeled my happy ass back to the parking lot to load up my car.

As I was transferring my crap from the cart to my car, a dude pulled up and parked in the spot next to mine.

Once my cart was empty, I opted to wheel it over to a place convenient for the dude who just pulled up next to me, thinking he'd probably want to use it, instead of wheeling it over to the "Put Your Damn Carts Here" spot they have in the lot.

A couple in a SUV were parked in front of me and the lady was waiting for her fella to get back to the car from said "Put Your Damn Carts Here" spot. She was smiling and he was looking at me with that pursed lip, raised eyebrow, judgmental face. As if to say "shame on you, lazy good fer nuthin" and shit because I didn't put my cart in said "Put Your Damn Carts Here" spot.

So, you know what I've decided to do?

From now on, I'm gonna start confronting stupid faces like that with "You got somethin' to say??"

Just because I bet it'll feel good.

And, like Bova said, it'll make people think I'm from Boston (or that I'm ready to move there).

The things I do sometimes don't always make sense to people outside of my head, but dammit, don't give me a stupid face because I'm being courteous/thoughtful, y'asshole.

In other news, here are the flowers I bought - begonias and some other thing I thought looked badass.

Also, Matthew made me a kickass dinner. Cuban sammich roll. Pics are posted on his facebook.

Best Hat in the Universe - revisited

So, last year I posted this and a little while ago Matthew sent me this.

Then see this.

WTH Weds - Wig Day

Here's a hint for who I'm gonna be for this year's Superheroes/Villians Bomb.


Guesses will not win you anything, but they will be fun to read.

YouTubesday (bonus) - Theater of Life

Take 2 guys, stick them in lawn chairs at Venice Beach, listen to them people watch.

That's what this is.

YouTubesday

Suckit Saturday

This feller was hangin' out in our room last night.
It jumped at me when I opened the door to greet the men (not to be confused with The Men) and then, when the door was left open, he jumped inside and onto a lamp and was crawling around on the crown molding.
Slowly.

I dig the stripe on his back.

Mumford & Sons - Sigh No More

This one is so hard to pick one favorite off the record. Every single one of their songs is effing great.
Foot percussion+banjo=LOVE
These guys recently did an Unplugged on Palladia and it was really cool to see how into their music they get, all sweaty and red-faced and shit. How those people in the audience remained seated during the show was absolutely beyond me. Watching the banjo player make sweet love while he was playing was definitely a highlight. That boy's got some rhythm. Damn.

Drunk Karen says, "if you're hungover on a Sunday morning, this is the record to listen to to help with recovery."

Enjoy your Friday, turds.
Have 1 or 5 for me!! :)
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ps. for those of you not as webbernets savvy, and I think I've said this before, but just in case....You can right click on a link and open in a new window/tab so you don't have to leave this page. That's how you listen to the song and still read the blog, big dummies.

Themeless Thursday

The moviestorm thing is fun, right??
Yes.....it is.
The problem is, the macbook I'm running it on doesn't meet the recommended requirements & the more complicated (read: cool) I make the video, the more it starts to act up while I'm working on it.
So it gets frustrating.
That's why "Throwback Thursday"s have kind of taken a dump.
PLUS, the last time I went through some of my old writings, the more I wanted to yack all over it. There was lots of boy crazy stuff....which is fun, but it was making moviestorms more complicated in my head. I wanted school sets with lockers & additional crap that my laptop can't handle, blah blah blah.
So, there.

I've been doing chores around the house and starting to get things ready for this year's Summer Bomb. Its the 6th Annual. On Aug. 6th.

This weekend, we're headed over to this place.

Just to run away from some things.

Like regrouting the bathroom floor & painting walls.

I need to get some reading done. The summer reading list is suffering lately between the dayjob and the house chores.

But look at these little fuckers. The vodka skull is.

I made some guac the other day and kept the seeds to put in our kitchen window.

Since the neighbor's tree is gone, we get a ton more sun through the front windows and I figured we should take advantage of it.

Unfortunately, it takes a million years for avocado trees to produce any fruits, so this is more of an experiment than an endeavor to start growing our own foods.

Maybe someday.

If I don't kill these.

WTH Weds Catchup

On Sunday, I was going to confess drinking too much Saturday night for Sunday Confession.

Didn't feel like outting myself & was too hungover to type.

We didn't go see any new movies over the weekend for Monday Movie.

BUT I did watch this pretty damn interesting documentary called 'Catfish' about a dude who meets a family via facebook and goes on a journey to meet them. Good flick. If I talk about it too much here, it'll give things away. I'd give it 4 outta 5 facebook friends.

And speaking of facebook, I'm 2 weeks behind on youtubing, so here's one that came out about a month or so ago that gets stuck in my head from time to time:

Also, I'm trying to grow some blackeyed susans and daisies.

In honor of Broken Barn Industries and just because I walked past some flower seeds while at the grocery store the other day, shrugged, & asked myself, "why the fuck not?"

If they grow, I'll take photos & brag & shit, but won't get my hopes up.

Also, I realize this has turned more into a weekly blog instead of the daily it had been. I'm gonna fix that. Don't you worry your pretty little heads about that.

Also, there are no more "also"s. See you turds tomorrow.

WTF Day is it??

Oh yeah, Wednesday.

Whateverthehell.

Sorry, I haven't been on much lately, turds.

A friend of ours recently passed and subsequently, I've been in a slight funk.

Death sucks.

Especially when it happens to good people.

[INSERT TOPIC CHANGE]

Last week, Pannacakes messaged me and was like, "my niece put up a picture on facebook of her planking and I was like 'wtf?' and had to look up planking".

For those of you not familiar with planking.....you're welcome.

I'd told her to not feel bad, that Matt didn't know what planking was either, but when asked, he totally proved me wrong and colored me impressed.

He DID know what planking was.

When had this happened and why had we not been sharing this mutual appreciation??

Ignoring an answer to this question.....we practiced in the living room:

Snoop failed, but gave it great effort.

Verdict Tuesday

OH MY GAWD, CASEY ANTHONY'S NOT GUILTY!!!! CAN YOU FRIGGIN' BELIEVE IT?!?!

Yes.

Yes, I can.

I also think people are nutty for some of the crap they're posting on facebook about how there's no justice and the jurors are stupid or were on drugs and how great it is to live in a country where you can get away with murder.

All of this focused energy and attention for one little girl who had a pretty fucked up family and met an untimely death that may or may not have been an accident.

And no one will ever know what actually happened.

The jurors aren't stupid.

They made a decision.

A pretty sound one.

Have you ever been on a jury??

Have you ever decided some one's fate??

I find it amusing that people bitch and complain about getting called for jury duty (haha...doodie) & put forth effort to not get picked.....and then those folks have the balls to call the 12 random strangers that were picked for this case "stupid".

The state didn't have enough evidence to prove BEYOND A REASONABLE DOUBT that Caylee's death was at the hand of Casey.

They just didn't.

Your speculation and opinions aren't evidence.

Your disbelief that a 20yr old mother could go out partyin' while she knew her daughter was gone is not evidence of murder.

People do some pretty crazy things while grieving, and if you've never experienced loss like that, you don't know how you'd deal with it either, and you probably wouldn't care if how you were dealing made sense to anyone else.

Now, I'm not saying she (and/or George) didn't have anything to do with it.

I'm not saying that she was justified in retail therapy or hot body contests.

And I'm not saying she's not a crazy liar with a monkey face who needs to get her hair cut and probably should've had the balls to take the stand in her own case.....

I'm saying, I agree with the jury.

Ida Maria - Fortress 'Round My Heart

I've been listening to her a lot over the past month.

This song/album was the first one, out in 2008.

There's a new one that just came out last month (internationally) - "Katla".

But my favorite song is from this album. So go look up the other one yourselves.....

-or-

You can wait for me to post about it on a future Friday Jams.

But I know you turds are impatient.

Ida is Norwegian.

She keeps up with her own facebook page.

And she kicks much ass.

OH!! AND...If you watch Louis C.K.'s show, she does the "Louie" song you hear on it's commercials and crap. Its been a while since I've seen an actual episode so I don't remember if its the intro theme, but it very well may be.

HAPPY JULY 1ST!!

Hope you turds have a good 4th weekend.

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ps. Florence +The Machine were amazing last night.

You know what WASN'T amazing???

The fuckin' feedback. Who ever the sound guy was needs to be kicked in the face and/or ear boxed.

-AND- the dumbass obnoxiously drunk chick that decided to sing WAY too loud (think fratboy* at a Dave Matthews Band show) during my favorite song. People were "shhhhh"ing her.

We were able to elbow her out of the way for a bit but that bitch was determined to stay close to us and continued to dance up on us even though we were obviously there to see Florence and not her toodrunkass.

Usually, I'm not one to be a wet blanket on someone's fun, but when it comes to ruining a show for people and just being an asshole....that's kinda where I draw the line.

She wasn't even funny.

Funny makes up for a lot.

And today, I bet she's waking up and not even remembering an awesome performance that she paid good money for.

Big dummy.

I don't even do that.

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*Matt, if you're reading this, I know you hate that term. But I'm not apologizing for using that here.