He Cried Like a Baby

So Big Ups must go out to a friend this week as he has just gotten engaged. Yes, good ol' Jay Siegan of Red Devil Lounge fame will shortly be off the market.

His happy news even made Leah Garchik's column in the SF Chronicle this week:
"At the Red Devil Lounge last week, where Colin Hay was playing, club owner Jay Siegan proposed to his girlfriend, film/video executive producer Angela Consentino, in the middle of the show. Their first date had been at a Colin Hay show. She said yes, and "I cried like a baby,'' said Siegan."

Typical! You are always were a softie Jay! ... And to think, seems like just yesterday that we were all in Vega$ together and you insisted on extolling the virtues of the DryHump, quite loudly.

Cheers my friend!! May you and Angela live happily ever after!!

Who Likes Mondays.. Raise Your Hand!

Now Playing: New Year's Day - U2

I'm not sure why, but this song sort of fits my mood today. Blame it on the grim weather, blame it on the still existent odor in my house, blame it on the edgy (ha! I guess I really had U2 on the mind!)itchy sweater I'm wearing, blame it on lack of sleep, blame it on THAT time of the month, but today.. today is a one of those Crappy Mondays.

Seems I am not the only one as a general sense of malaise seems to have settle upon the office. The only thing that makes me feel better is deciding what to have for lunch. Which actually than leads me to feeling guilty for having not brought lunch... so I'm back to melancholy. Sun, sun. Glory be, bring us sun before we all hang ourselves with a noodle!

Thursday Scattergories

My house still f*cking stinks and the worst part, since the square footage is so minimal in my place, it seeps into my bedroom in the morning. Believe me, it's a horrible way to wake up. If I didn't have so much crap to do around the house I wouldn't be even staying here this week.
Last night I had a migraine and I couldn't tell if it was the stink or just my normal monthly migraine. I guess we'll see tonight.
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In regards to the crap I'm doing around the house? Well, I've been inspired by others before me and dumping my CD jewelcases. No more bulky plastic boxes for me! But oh what to do with the cool cardboard ones like the Beasties or one of my recent favorites.. ?? Do I need a cardboard addendum to my CD Filing System?





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So, is it Joan Miro's birthday or something? Because this is the Google Icon today:


Yes Joe. I've made my peace with Google today. Except I still think Gmail sucks ass. Really. Am I the only person that feels this way?? Honestly. I don't think the interface is user friendly at all(why are the fwd and reply buttons hidden?) and I resent all the "related" adverts!! I think everyone fell for it because it was in BETA version and you had to be "invited" to have an account. I only use it for newsletters and crap like.. oh-get-free-shipping-with-your-gazillion-dollar-purchase emails. You would think that having 3 free gourmet meals served and free haircuts on campus would allow these Google Freaks to design something that makes sense? Everything else they do seems cool. (Although I could use some real emoticons in Google Talk. When is someone going to design one giving you The Finger?? Cuz I think that one would come in really handy.)

And here's another thing. I heard the other night that nobody really gets the 2.7gigs they bestow upon users. They just tell you that, and since people rarely use all of it, they don't know they don't have it. GENIUS. Although, I would suspect Yahoo and Hotmail do that too... Can anyone confirm? Refute? *sigh* So I guess I really haven't made my peace... Carry on...

*Sniff Sniff* WHAT's THAT SMELL???

The fairly stressful weekend where I bit it HARD on the sidewalk in Union Square(we're talking hands-and-knees-on-the-sidewalk, shoe-fell-off kind of bite it), had a confrontation with my crazy neighbor who was mainly angry that her husband has no balls, had to make time for a Craiglist Buyer who changed her mind about my sofa upon her arrival even after I told her it was faded, and D paid $20 for my greygoose/cranberry, was capped off perfectly by the realization that the mysterious funk in the living room is actually something dead under my house.

At first I thought Sake left me a little treasure to find. But I have searched high and low, and no poo to be found. I have mopped the suspect area with Mr. Clean Antibacterial. Now it's just lemon-scented funk.

My only conclusion is that something (someone???!!@#) has died under my house and the smell is emanating from the hole my cable wire comes through. BLECCHHHHTTFF!! Stinkaroo!

When's Friday??
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It's the house!! The smell is coming from INSIDE THE HOUSE!!!!!!! Yes, I think now, after another sniffing session, that the smell is emanating from within the wall. ERRRRR.... Now I have to light scented candles and wait it out. waaaahhhh!!!!

Netflix and I

Now Watching: A History of Violence

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53 minutes into this movie and I'm loving it. Viggo is his typical brilliant self. Hot sex scene between a married couple(how often does THAT happen?). Typcial Cronenburg, there's a shot of a man's jaw shot off. Can't wait for William Hurt to show up.

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Ok. TWO hot sex scenes. And Viggo's boo-tay. WOWZA. and oh yeah there's a quick full frontal of mario bello....

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Alright.. *rubs hands together and settle down to type* I haven't enjoyed a movie this much in a while. The issue of identity, violence, and survival. What are we willing to do? What are we capable of doing? And how much of it can be left behind? And cut to the chase? It's one of the more accessible movies David Cronenburg has ever made. You can see it for the great suspense action drama that it is; but you can still glean from it the typical Cronenburg touches and his usual themes. Remember The Fly? Naked Lunch? M. Butterfly? He'll never dumb it down for you.
The performances are all so strong. In a movie about violence, none of the actors here beat you over the head with their performances. It's all in the eyes. The nuance of family dynamics. And William Hurt steals his scene with his underlying malice and general creepiness. I haven't seen Syriana yet, and lord knows Clooney looks great in a tux, but maybe the Oscar went to the wrong guy?

All in all, I give A History of Violence.... 4 Jimmy Choo's out of 5.

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In other news, Sake is so f*cking cute in my post below I can't stop staring at her! waaaah!!!!!! Who's my Pooper Scooper? Who's my little Poopy?!!

Have a Seat!

It's here! It's here! My new couch is finally here!




I had almost forgotten what it was I had ordered! But when the delivery men took off the cover, I breathed a sigh and fell in love again.
I think Sake likes it too.

Sheer

WTF?  I thought Hilary Swank had more fashion sense than this.  I guess this is what happens when you decide to be a Single Layday.... aka Whore.   bwahahaha!  I keed I keed. I appreciate that they're at least real.  You're still my Million Dollar Baby!! 

You KNOW it!!!!

Today I highly recommend you check out Erica's Blog for a great argument as to why WE should be on Amazing Race. The deadline has come and gone and we have not heard from the Casting People at CBS. Bastards. They don't know what good TV they're missing!

Done

I think I'm finished with the internet. There's nothing new to see.