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Tuesday, 29 May 2007

Yesterday was my last quiet day until....probably September, which is when everything naturally gets really really boring anyway and the only thing left to anticipate is the horrible cold and impending misery.  Oh and that little thing called grad school.  Forgot about that.

Actually yesterday I got a lot done, in that I finally purchased a super sweet desk for my room and an equally sweet external hard drive.  I was going to put up some pornographic shots of said desk and external hard drive, but I really like to keep my blog rated PG-13, for strong language.  I don't want to alienate a whole demographic because they aren't of age.

Then I realized "OMG I'm totally the person who talks about the furniture she buys."  Okay so let's talk about really cool things happening in my life, like going to Los Angeles this weekend, where my friend plans to park me in her talent agency's reception desk so I can gawk at passing celebrities. 

Then when I return, The Boy and I and way too many male friends are taking a day trip up to New York City to see Conan.  We've discussed who we would most like to see, given that anyone could be there, and rather than admit that my top picks were the girls from The Hills, I probably said something like Scarlett Johansson or WOLFMOTHER!

Instead the smart thing to do was see which movies were coming out that week and guesstimate from there.  [Ed. note: My spell check totally says "guesstimate" is a recognizable word]  Well, hopefully at least ONE of Ocean's 13 will be there, since it's released that Friday, June 8.  Keep your fingers crossed and your eyes on the tabloids for the potentially impending headline "Girl Rushes George Clooney On Late Night Talk Show, Several Hospitalized."

Then somewhere in there is a wedding, a race that I'm thinking of skipping out on, lots of softball games, this little thing called MY BIRTHDAY and then I leave on vacation for a week of Self-Imposed Rotting of the Brain on Tropical Island.   Which means, in the interim, lots of bathing suit shopping and looking for just the right mix of beach reads to bring with me.
See isn't my life pretty awesome?  And yet, I still really really want to talk about my new desk some more.
by: DJGroovySlug at May 29, 2007 09:18 | link | comments (2)

Monday, 28 May 2007

I've Been Watching a lot of Planet Earth on Discovery Channel

by: DJGroovySlug at May 28, 2007 18:34 | link | comments (1)

Wednesday, 23 May 2007

Connoisseur

"What's the smell?...God it smells awful.  Like apple vinegar or something.  What is that?  Yeccch.  Is that your wine?  Lemme smell.  THAT SMELLS AWFUL.  Good god how long have you been drinking that?  FOUR WEEKS?  Don't you know that wine goes bad after four or five days?  Jesus, can't you tell that it's gone bad?

I thought it just had a nice spicy kick to it.
by: DJGroovySlug at May 23, 2007 09:38 | link | comments

Tuesday, 22 May 2007

Well I won't go into details about the Cheesecake Factory and how people who don't take home a lot of leftovers bother me and I'll avoid talking about how I'm pretty sure my computer is dead and I've lost everything after months of The Boy telling me to buy an external hard drive and now it's too late.   Instead I'll leave you with some Gael Garcia Bernal, who, on a day like this, is like a soothing balm in a world of uncertainty and strife and irritants.  I watched half of The Motorcycle Diaries last night but fell asleep so I have to watch the other half tonight.

Oh God Yes
by: DJGroovySlug at May 22, 2007 09:20 | link | comments (2)

Monday, 21 May 2007

This blog definitely harps on a few topics entirely too much and while I don't necessarily care whether y'all enjoy looking at pictures of hamsters and listening to me wax on about bad television but damnit, I really hope to change your mind about the Cheesecake Factory. 

My mentor at work is taking me and another mentee for lunch and I checked the e-mail for the details that I didn't bother reading at the time.  And I saw the location "Cheesecake Factory" and my brain exploded.

Now I know spend way too much time complaining about this restaurant.  But don't get me wrong, the food itself isn't gawdawful.  I'm down with a free meal just about anywhere.  And the cheesecake is good.  What made my head explode is that the nearest Cheesecake Factory in the District is miles away.  Our lazy asses are taking a cab and leaving the city for Arlington so that we can eat at the Cheesecake Factory.

THIS IS WHY I HATE THE CHEESECAKE FACTORY.  CHEESECAKE FACTORY IS NOT WORTH TAKING A $30 CAB RIDE OUT OF THE CITY FOR LUNCH.  THERE ARE MILLIONS OF PLACES TO EAT WITHIN A ONE BLOCK RADIUS THAT FULFILLS YOUR NEED FOR BIG SELECTION, LOW PRICES AND SUBPAR FOOD.

The Cheesecake Factory is drugging all of you!!! You are their pawn!! Fight the power!!  Down with the man!!  Break out of the mold and see what else there is to eat!! 
by: DJGroovySlug at May 21, 2007 10:23 | link | comments (4)

Thursday, 17 May 2007

VACATION UPDATE!!!

I swear to god we looked at every single island in the Caribbean.  We priced options, analyzed pictures, hotels, amenities, activities, dining and my god it was so exhausting, we are now planning a vacation to get over the struggle of planning a vacation.  And after all that, you know what our conclusion was? Let's go back to the Turks and Caicos.  So we are, over my five day weekend for July 4th.  But this time we'll be spending a whole week there and I imagine I will want to bludgeon him by day five, which may or may not be related by the fact that he actually suggested we bring my Playstation 2.

I know, it must be really hard being me, while I stress about which tropical island I should waste away on while drinking heavily liquored frozen concoctions.   But honestly, have you used travel sites lately?  Let me tell you what is a travesty in this country, nevermind you George Bush and the level of education in this country that somehow prompts a line of people to try to go down a flight of stairs while a large group of people are trying to go up, thus stopping everything since no one can move and everyone literally stands there and stares at each other for five minutes while I wonder how we managed to evolve beyond the feces-throwing stage. 

What was I saying? Right, the travesty: drop down boxes.  What the hell, can't afford that extra hour for the engineer to write up a pop-out calendar code?  You know who is a huge offender of this? Amtrak, which I know seems to be a non sequitur but I was trying to get tickets to NYC for a day trip in June and man that site is annoying to navigate. 

Speaking of NYC, there's a great article in the New York Times about how women take classes to meet men but then men don't take classes because they think they know everything which I truly believe to be true, if not best evidenced by the fact that I can admit that I signed up for spanish lessons once with the hope of meeting some other well-rounded individual for nice dinners and maybe shacking up only to discover that what few males were in the class were actually there to learn and were all attached.  Well, I stopped going to that class.  Stupid spanish class.  The teacher totally taught us the spanish words for syphilis and HIV.  WOW THANKS.  WOULD'VE BEEN MORE HELPFUL IF THERE WERE ACTUALLY MEN IN THIS CLASS.  Hola! Me llamo Arlene ¿Tienes sifilis? 

Am I really still talking? 
by: DJGroovySlug at May 17, 2007 11:16 | link | comments

Monday, 14 May 2007

Guns Don't Kill People, Bullets Kill People

  • So I took my mom to Blue Duck Tavern for Mother's Day and my god, [insert hyperbole here].  Various things I ate: oysters, real lox, amazing brocolli rabe, and scallops from the table of God himself.  Not to mention their french fries fried in duck fat and fresh cheese/carrot cake which is cheesecake on top of carrot cake.  And chocolate goo type things.  CHOCOLATE GOO.  Highly recommend to anyone in the DC area.
  • My mother, it turns out, has a thing for Jessica Simpson shoes and sends text messages among her group of friends.  My mother is also a 14 year old girl.  I spent the rest of the afternoon waiting for her to tell me she discovered this new band called "The Pussycat Dolls" but she never pulled through.
  • I watched a movie called Thumbsucker and I realized OMG I'm really sick of watching these indie hipster movies.  If i have to watch one more scene of an empty living room (with or without sounds coming from [a] another part of the house or [b] typical indie hipster soundtrack) I'm turning in my hipster ID card and going mainstream.  Look out Netflix, every Michael Bay movie you own will soon be in my queue.
  • Wait for it while I announce our vacation plans....wait for it and SIKE.  We are so very lame.  We have gone round and round several times trying to figure out what we're going to do and in our typical resolve, we've managed to come up with absolutely nothing, not even narrowing down a location.  Our solution? Alcohol and lots of ice cream.  Lots.  
  • This has not stopped me from purchasing what will be one of many new bathing suits in the coming months.
  • I cleaned the bathroom and I mean cleaned, on my hands and knees scrubbing the bathroom floor and now it's back to it's original color and smells nice and man it looks clean.  I'm slowly trying to turn my apartment into something much more adult-like, which I guess means I should get rid of that christmas tree.  We don't like to talk about that.
  • And related to the title of this post, this great little cartoon from artist Mark Fiore. 
by: DJGroovySlug at May 14, 2007 12:19 | link | comments (1)

Friday, 11 May 2007

Gratuitiously Cute Bit of the Week



Hey, it's Friday after all.
by: DJGroovySlug at May 11, 2007 09:20 | link | comments (6)

Thursday, 10 May 2007

The Case for a Digital SLR

Dupont

Can you really justify a $600 camera? I borrowed my friend Marc's super sweet Nikon D40 to see if it really makes a difference.  What do you think?
by: DJGroovySlug at May 10, 2007 22:13 | link | comments (4)

Wednesday, 09 May 2007

So I was telling a friend about my new tattoo idea, specifically that I want a Taz on a skateboard, holding a lightsaber on a background of a skull wearing a gas mask with "420" underneath.  In red white and blue, of course.  And you know what she said?

"But you've never done drugs.  That's pretty hypocritical."

THAT"S what you have a problem with? I wasn't aware I was a skateboard riding, Star Wars/Looney Toons fanboy goth either....

Which leads me to this question.  Well, first this qualification.  Yes I've never done drugs.  I feel no need to defend such a trait so that's that.

My question is, why is it that certain people in my life who shall remain nameless (and believe me, there's way more than one) always like to make sure I'm in no way qualified to talk about drugs?  Pardon me, I've also never ejaculated, but no one tries to bite my head off if I say anything about it. 

Sorry I'm not a part of your secret club.  Luckily my skateboard riding, Star Wars/Looney Toons fanboy goth club is only open to a small group of members so that we can laugh at all of you for being so ignorant. 
by: DJGroovySlug at May 09, 2007 18:03 | link | comments