dissonance

Costume ideas

Halloween is 32 days away and I'm playing around with some costume ideas.

1. Jem - Pink, pink, pink! I will need a pink wrap dress, some sort of scarf for my waist, and a huge pink wig. I already have pink suede boots. Truly outrageous.

2. Yubari from Kill Bill - Could be fun, but I don't want to blend in with the million slutty school girls that inevitably come out every year. But her costume would stand out because she 1) is not slutty and 2) carries a mace

3. Sam from Garden State - Since I found this the rest is fairly easy. Curled hair and weird/cute clothes from Goodwill. My biggest risk would be the sh*t I would get from everyone I know calling me a psycho.

I convinced Patty to go as Punky Brewster.

September Playlist

I was going to do this later this week but I don't think I'll have time so here are the songs/albums that were on heavy rotation this month on the pod, available for viewing as an excel file if you want from here.

Some notable entries:
10. Drifwood song - Travis
9. Oh, Inverted World - Shins
8. Fever - Kylie Minogue: I listen to it a lot while working out at the gym.
7. Long Distance - Ivy
6. Finally Woken - Jem
5. Absolution - Muse
4. Happenstance - Rachel Yamagata
3. Details - Frou Frou
2. Final Straw - Snow Patrol: Particularly tracks 5, 6, and 7.
1. Garden State Soundtrack (like you didn't see that one coming)

This can't be healthy

Garden State DVD can now be pre-ordered on Amazon. I'm waiting for Best Buy to carry it so I can just drive home and immediately watch it.

Secondly, as if I needed more reason to like Zach Braff: His current song recommendation is Paperbag by Fiona Apple. Really, I have nothing more to add. Kris, if you meet him at that party I need you to mention my name and convey how we are perfect for each other. But you know, reword it a bit so I don't sound psycho, thanks.

Edited to say that I do have something more to add.

Patty just informed me that he also uses the word "Anyhoo". Anyone who has e-mailed me even once knows how I use this word profusely. Go ahead and strap a restraining order on me, but it's just cool to have so much in common with a complete stranger. Especially a stranger I have an obvious and unabashed admiration for.

Beer, Bouncing, and Bush

Patty came down to visit this weekend. Her, John and I went to the SD Beer Festival. $20 gets you 10 samples of beer. 10 samples of beer gets you pretty dang drunk. Afterwards, we went over to this dueling piano place which was not very good, but still fun with the alcohol that was circulating through our system. John bought us some roses:

and here's Patty modeling one of them:

Thanks, John!

On Saturday, John had a bbq for his 25th birthday at a park in Escondido.

Now, do you remember when you were young, there was always that one kid who had the crazy ass birthday parties with the clowns, and the ponies, and the magic show and of course...

THE BOUNCE HOUSE

It was pretty fun. I felt a little bad for the other kids at the park though. They'd sneak in there and John would have to go over and ask them to get out in case they hurt themselves so he wouldn't get sued. But it didn't look good that we would all jump in there right after kicking the kids out.

Best part of the weekend? The acquisition of this:

My collection is complete!

Oh and I almost forgot. I got a new hole in the head:

It's called a conch piercing.

Breakfast of champions

Today is my co-worker's birthday so my other co-worker suggested we bring cupcakes and being the sucker that I am, I volunteered to make them. So last night I go buy some cake mix and when I go home I realize we don't have any muffin pans (where is it??), so I think to myself, "No problem, I'll buy one after Joey and Apprentice and I'll still be in bed by 12."

So Apprentice is over, and being the distracted little ADD dork that I am, I get caught up in this and that (don't even ask me what "this and that" is, I don't remember) and I go to bed.

Around 1 o'clock I sit bolt upright in bed.

OMG, the f*%&@#g cupcakes!

But Vons is closed and there's nothing I can do. So I set my alarm for 6:30am stumble over to Vons, stumble back home, kind of mix the batter and take a 20 minute nap while it bakes.

The result? Tada!

It's none to shabby considering I don't really remember making it.

Now to find some Pepsi to wash it down...

wannabe geek?

The camera and I have been reunited so there's a couple of new photos in the Memories album.

Typepad has some new templates for mixed media blogs, where it makes it easier to showcase pictures. I'm thinking about creating a separate one for that but what I'd really like to use it for is moblogging. But the camera phone I have has its picture sending account on a test server and it doesn't play nice with Typepad. But maybe in a couple of months.

It'll be cool to be like walking down the street and see a hot guy, take his picture with my phone, post it up on the blog and say "Have you seen this man? I want his babies."

Because, you know, that is totally sane and desirable for a woman to do these days.

I was at first very against the idea of camera phones. For a geek wannabe I'm pretty old fashioned. Forget the palm pilot, I love post-it notes and pens. I used a day planner all through college. Segways are not the future. They make you look like a lazy idiot. I drive an '89 Camry that has its left sideview mirror duct taped on. Yes, it's duct taped and NO I will not take a picture. Even I have my humiliation limits.

And I hate talking on the phone. I am very bad at it and I get distracted very easily and it makes me sound like I'm ignoring you and being rude (which is true). I guess for those of you who know where I work it's rather ironic that I hate talking on the phone. It's even more ironic that I technically own 3 cell phones.

But you see, I love IM'ing and emailing. The Pbook is the new boyfriend. I'm totally digging this blogging thing. I think mobile multimedia is the future. So maybe I skipped a level of technology.

Paper: yes.
Phones: no.
Mobile blogging: YES!

Some truths come out

I am about to shatter everyone's illusion that I'm a cool person (do people with such illusions exist?). I'm ready to accept myself for who I am.

Here are some ugly facts about me:

I like Nsync. I've been to 3 of their concerts. I am mad at Justin for not wanting to do another album with them. But at the same time, I understand why.

Sometimes I drink soda for breakfast; it's usually Pepsi.

I am riveted by Mary Kate and Ashley Olsens' every fashion move.

When flipping through channels I must stop to watch if Groundhog Day is playing ("I got you babe").

I love stupid puns. Just the other night I heard Ellen Degeneres say "Aren't saris and sarongs the same thing? Well if they're not, then I'm sari that I'm sarong." To me, that was ROTFLMFAO funny.

When I go to ATM's and someone before me left their transaction reciept, I take a look at their balance.

America's Next Top Model "Cycle 3" begins on Wednesday and I believe it will be awesome.

I actually don't think Garden State was that good.

Haha PSYCH! That was actually just a segway to say that I think "psych!" needs to come back. Way funnier than "just kidding!"

I am miyon. This is what I do.

94.9 Indie Concert

Went to the 94.9 Independence Concert tonight with Alana and John.

Wow. Wow. Wow.

The lineup:

The Secret Machines: I didn't know much about them and found some of their songs about 3 days ago. They were a great band to start out with. I really liked them.

Death Cab for Cutie: Also very very good. I liked that they did their own setup and sound testing. I also like that they said Thank you after every song. The lead singer, Ben Gibbard, sounds exactly the way he sounds on the radio. Usually I don't know if I like that. If I pay to see someone live, I want them to kick it up a notch. However, he has a GREAT voice, so it was nice to find that they are solid performers.

Muse: WOW!!!! Definately my favorite performance of the evening. Just blew me away and I don't think their album does them justice. I definately want to see if they have any more upcoming shows in the SoCal area.

Franz Ferdinand: I only knew their one song "Take Me Out" but I was pleasantly surprised by their performance. I *heart* Alexander. He just played to the crowd really well. Alana has claimed Nicolas for herself. Boy has some *moves*!

Yeah Yeah Yeahs: Meh. They were technically the "headliner" but I was couldn't really get into them. Karen, the lead singer, is crazy. Fun to watch. Hard to listen to. Imagine a lot of screaming and yelling while twirling across the stage and sometimes crawling on the floor. However, the drummer was awesome.

USA: A-OK

I wish I had my camera with me (stop holding it hostage, Pats) for my swearing in ceremony, but alas, all the memories will have to be kept internal.

442 new Americans from 58 different countries. They named every country and you had to stand up when your country was called. Some people waved. Some people waved the miniature flag they had given us. Some people did a little jig and waved their arms in the air. I just stood up and kind of smiled.

Did you know today is Citizenship Day? No, not just because I got my citizenship. It actually is Citizenship Day.

A small pet peeve

I'm really into song lyrics. I'm fascinated by how words can bring meaning to things that used to be abstract. For example, let's take some lyrics from one of my favorite songwriters. Call her depressing, angsty, or just plain weird, but Fiona Apple has a way with words.

Love ridden, I've looked at you
With the focus I gave to my birthday candles

"Love ridden", what a great phrase! It almost sounds like an illness, definately intense, and moody. But then using birthday candles brings up thoughts of childhood, innocence, and wishful thinking. It's just an example of how I like songs to be poetry set to music.

Then there are the songs that I just love to listen to but I have to zone out while I listen to them because the words are just gibberish. I'd say most modern "hip hop" is a good example. Need an example?

1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4
everybody drunk out on the dance floor
babygirl ass jiggle like she want more,
like she a groupie and i aint even on tour

That actually makes more sense than most other hip hop on the radio. But it's fine, because when it's playing I just want to go out dancing and that's good enough for me to like a song too.

Now, what drives me crazy are the songs that I really like except for that *one* line that makes me go "huh?" and I have to kind of blip out for those few seconds of the song because if I concentrate on it, I may end up hating the song because of that one little thing. I actually have two examples of this.

One is "Nothin' else" by Justin Timberlake. I know, I know, I shouldn't be expecting much from him anyway. This is true. But "Nothin' else" is a perfectly good song with "ok" lyrics and a snappy beat. So I'm boppin' along listening to it and I get to this line:

You're outta this world except you're not green

W.T.F? The lameness of this boggles my mind. Anyway, I try very hard to ignore this line except it's in the chorus so it's kind of hard.

The second example is "Destiny" by Zero7. This is a beautiful song about a relationship torn by distance, but she keeps the faith because she knows they are meant to be. But then in the beginning is the line:

I'm watching porn in my hotel dressing gown

Ok the first time I heard it, I had to rewind and play it over and over again because I could swear that's what she was saying but it just couldn't be right. But it is! And she sings it in this really pretty way. It just doesn't fit the rest of the song and it's really out of context.

Those are two examples that I can think of off the top of my head. I'm sure there are more out there that make me think, "Why? Why would you write that, sing that, and record that? Why??"

Anyway, the upside is that when this kind of thing happens in a song, I can't sing them out loud anymore so you don't have to hear me trying to be a diva.