Sorry to scare you guys on a Friday, of all days. But I couldn’t resist taking a picture of myself in the most ridiculous beauty face mask I’ve ever put on in my life. It was hard enough not to run next door to the neighbor’s house and scare the crap out of them.
But then, of course, I took it off and was the prettiest lady in all of the land.
Betsy introduced me to the genius that is Fuck Yeah! Ryan Gosling and I was immediately smitten. Of course, I subsequently became obsessed with making some of my own. Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be an email for me to send in submissions, so rather than simply sending them to Betsy, one every fifteen minutes, I decided to post them here.
Maybe the Fuck Yeah! people will find this and let me send them my beautiful creations, lest they go to waste here.
Lately, it feels like there are so many things out of my control. Everyone’s terrified about the economy (a phenomenon I’ve decided deserves its own blog post), Keegan’s going to be away in New Zealand for a few months and there are some personal situations that have been eating away at me.
Although I feel much better than I did just a few weeks ago about the prospect of the upcoming months I’m facing, it’s still frustrating to feel helpless in so many aspects of my life. I’ve done a good job of getting a handle on some things, but I’m stuck in a “wait and see” type situation for others.
All I know is that this uncertainty has me thinking about doing something with my hair—mostly because I have complete control over its destiny. By God, I might not have much to show for in my 401k and quite possibly will be receiving a very polite but useless IOU from the state of California after I file my taxes this year, but I don’t need Barack Obama’s help deciding whether or not I want to dye the follicles taking up residence on my head. Or chop them all off, French Revolution-style.
I’m such a busy, busy bee lately! Between awards shows and other events (like the Super Bowl) for work in addition personal stuff, I’ve barely found any time to blog on here lately. But I always take that as a good sign, since it means I’m too busy being away from the computer, which is a rare occurence.
However, I do have enough time to post this picture that Dan took with his new, fancy camera. Using a little keychain laser pointer, he wrote out a greeting to me this morning that put a big smile on my face.
Everyone needs to get themselves a Dan.
Here’s my video submission for The Best Job in the World. If you want to be a dear and help me get to Australia, just click here and rate my video. Thanks, kids!
Earlier this week (or last week, I can’t remember anymore) it was pouring rain and on the way back to the office from lunch, I took a photo of this lone high-heel on the sidewalk just across the street from Amoeba Records. I tried to imagine just how defeated I would feel if I were brave enough to attempt to trek to work in high heels on a rainy day, only to have one break off and leave me stranded right at the street crossing.
I’m really hoping this is the second heel that some quick-thinking woman ripped off her shoe to even her gait after losing the first heel a few blocks back. After all, flats are coming back in a huge way.
FINALLY!
I’ve been seeing this double-decker monstrosity cruising through town on a fairly regular basis, near our offices on Sunset Blvd. in Hollywood.
But it wasn’t until yesterday that I actually had the presence of mind to quickly whip out my camera phone and snap a quick opportune photo, while it sat at a red light, fairly unobstructed from a clear view of the ever-charming, weave-and-eyeliner-wearing Brett Michaels of Poison.
I know I overuse this phrase, but really, I can now die knowing I’ve lived a happy, fulfilled life.
Dan and I bought tickets for the Tim and Eric Awesome Show Live (Great Job!) performance in Los Angeles and counted the days from ticket purchase until D-Day, we were so excited about it.
When the big day finally arrived, we drove downtown and headed to the Nokia Center to find the show. Apparently, the Nokia Center is across the street from the Staples Center and we immediately became completely confused by the vague description of our location on the directory in the midst of dozens of shops and restaurants outfitted with brightly pulsating neon-light signs.
Naturally, we decided to subtly follow any weird-looking individuals and/or hipsters, because they would most likely be heading in the direction we needed to go. After walking around in circles for a bit, we realized it was Club Nokia we were looking for and a few phone calls to some friends later, we were heading up the escalator to the mysterious venue.
The show was great fun. Neither Dan nor I can really stomach any poop-related jokes for too long, but performances of all our favorite ditties (“Sexual Romance,” “Father and Son,” as well as an opening medley of Tim Heidecker and Eric Wareheim‘s greatest hits from the show before the curtains rose) kept us giggling excitedly throughout. I was particularly tickled when David Liebe Hart took the stage, alerting to keep our eyes peeled for his black boy, Chip.
The only complaint I have is that some drunk girl hanging all over her boyfriend stood directly behind me, screaming and hooting like she was at a Poison concert, in a frequency that threatened to melt my brain. Sadly, she’s the whole reason I gravitate towards such strange and bizarre comedy to begin with. I was hoping to encounter the kind of polite nerdy admiration to be demonstrated by the crowd that I was displaying with my occasional squeals and demure claps.
Topping off the night was my sighting of Brett McKenzie from Flight of the Conchords. He appeared immersed in charming the skinny pants off a group of four girls with asymmetrical haircuts, so I thought better of interrupting him with a chat about how much I loved the show and was planning a trip to New Zealand.
It’s a shame Keegan wasn’t with us. Those two probably have a few mutual friends, New Zealand is so damn small.
I’ve always appreciated Weird Al from a distance, thinking to myself, “Oh hey, parody songs. That’s kind of funny,” and dismissed him as someone whose comedy I grew out of once I stopped wearing pajamas with feet.
But then I saw him appearing in various episodes of Tim and Eric Awesome Show, which I thought was interesting. Then I found this vintage “interview” he did with Madonna on YouTube and realized that he is, in fact, a genius.
The other two videos I watched and loved were his Mariah Carey and Paula Abdul interviews, which you can watch here. When he starts listing Janet Jackson‘s albums to Paula and her face drops, well, that is truly a classic piece of cinematic journalism. Oh God and the one with Celine Dion is amazing.
On the red carpet for last night’s SAG Awards, Eva Longoria‘s dress brought back some very fond childhood memories. Memories of me pining away for my younger sister’s Peaches n’ Cream Barbie doll.
That southern belle wore diamonds and a giant, frothy peach-colored debutante ball gown and dammit if I wasn’t dying to cut off her long, blond hair.
Did I say “fond” memories? I think I should have used the term “vivid” instead.
Like everyone who got a new Apple computer a few years ago when they first offered the built-in webcams, the first thing I did was take a bunch of photos using the Photo Booth program. While looking through featuring my long hair from days gone by, I keep thinking, “Aww, my old Hollywood studio apartment.”
Even though I’m much happier on the first floor with easy access to parking and the fact that my bedroom isn’t also in the living room and my office is also my dining room and kitchen, there will always be a special place in my heart for the first place where I lived solo.
The guy who used to dig in our dumpster every morning was just so damn friendly. Always made sure to say hi to me every time I passed by.
These pictures are great. I is such a pretty lady.
More tales of despair and lip gloss from the basement of the Kardashian family home in Kalabasas, Kalifornia as narrated by the black sheep of the family, Khourtina Kardashian.
Not sure who that is? This should refresh your memory.
I’m selling a pair of Nike Mercurial Vapor men’s size 9.5 soccer cleats on eBay. Here are some photos of the shoes and additional information:
Size: 9.5 (mens)
Color: Black (Cidner/White/-Varsity Maize)
Retail Price: $190.00
Will only ship to the USA
Style Number: 302723
Color Code: 297
Very gently used. Comes with original packaging.
Because I’m as predictable as any other amateur photographer, you will find an abundance of sunset pictures in my collection of pictures taken. Since lamenting the fact that I don’t have a digital SLR, I’ve really put my little Canon Powershot to task, toting it around with me everywhere. It might not be as powerful of a camera, but it’s certainly convenient, as I can stick it in my back pocket in a pinch.
But yes, there’s something about the smog here that makes for some really impressive sunsets. It’s quite the tradeoff.
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