If I could, I'd steal these baby shirts! Sadly they don't retail anywhere in the US yet, but hopefully one day soon... I have a couple years before babies start popping out, so LipFish, get on it!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
If I could, I'd steal these baby shirts! Sadly they don't retail anywhere in the US yet, but hopefully one day soon... I have a couple years before babies start popping out, so LipFish, get on it!
When I was a kid, I was obsessed with miniature books. My mom frequently took me to the MOM (Museum of Miniatures) and I had most of the classics in tiny leather bound form. This absolutely adorable ring designed by Ana Cardim can even be made to stack.
To be fair I found mine on a French Website.
After showing this to the lovely interns, one of them told me his friend has one on order. Will report their findings soon.
Also it took a while before I figured out weather they were for guys or girls. I'm gonna go with guys, but the cute wrapping is very misleading.
COD: How's Trix?
COD: You know, Trix!
me: um, like the cereal? I don't understand.
COD: Wat, that's not a phrase here?
me: Is that a phrase?
COD: You know, how are things, how's it going, how's trix?
me: I guess I know it now?
I'm so not up on my popular Irish lingo.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Cutting time, cuts companies overtime costs strengthening their financial core, while the added hours at home they hope will cultivate family growth. Yep, go home & have sex.
Read the full article at CNN here.
"Go Wodka Extreme" is marketed as the world's first drink in a tube. It's fruit flavored vodka, containing 10.5% alcohol by volume. They also have a more modest line of tubes with just 4% ABV.
Currently only available in Austria and Germany, the 190ml Extreme tubes come in three varieties: Cranberry, Lemon, and Energy.
The website shows photos of people drinking Go Wodka, looking as if they're sucking on tubes of toothpaste.
A new study published in the Journal of Sexual Medicine details the link between alcohol consumption and ED. Kew-Kim Chew, an epidemiologist at the University of West Australia in Nedlands, and his team conducted an anonymous postal survey of 1770 West Australian men.
Their results? Moderate drinking actually protects against impotence in the long term. There is good evidence that excessive drinking can hinder sexual performance, a phenomenon sometimes called "brewer's droop."
"[Drink] provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance," Shakespeare reminds us in Macbeth.
So-called "low-risk drinkers", those who have four drinks a day for up to five days a week, fared best. Worst were former drinkers who had given up the booze, along with smokers and victims of heart disease. Weekend drinkers, high-risk drinkers and those who exceeded alcohol intake guidelines had lower rates of erectile dysfunction than those who drank one day a week or less.
The study concludes that if a moderate drinker suffers from such problems, there is no justification in advising him to stop or reduce his intake.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Just wanted to share with you what not to do while making tea using scalding hot water.
DO NOT assume one flimsy paper cup with give you enough protection.
DO NOT drop the string end of your teabag into your cup.
DO NOT try and transfer the cup full of boiling liquid back and forth between your hands like a hot potato.
DO NOT think that dropping the cup in the trash will solve your problems.
DO NOT miss the trash can and spill it allover yourself and the floor.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
The book rambles seemingly aimlessly following the journey of Wayne Fencer (c'mon have you really run out of cool names?) as he deals with the suicide of his ex girlfriend who he'd recently found out had carried his unborn child. It breaks off into weird vignettes about death and suicide, constantly stops to give arcane definitions and will halt the story completely with movie synopsises.
There are some things about this book, and the vignettes are sometimes facinating, yet the lack of plot leaves me wondering why I even care.
This past week was a blur, coordinating the travel for 5 people from all over the world, creating a master schedule for our director while he's in town, dealing with the absurdity that is our travel agency, all while getting over the flu, has done wonders for my brain efficiency. I'm the type of person who can, with proper thought, organize an army, yet I found myself overwhelmed and discombobulated by a flury of people who's name started with M.
When sending a list of actor names to our casting director... I listed them M... Hottie, J... Sexy, and X... Agent.
"Who is X Agent? I've never heard of them before? When did they get added to the casting lineup?" 5PM on a Friday is a good time to make up new actors.
Anyway I think I thought this was much funnier when it happend, mostly because I was exhausted and thought everything was funny then. Again with the ADD. Sorry.
Also as you will notice on my blog, there is a tab entitled Manly Armadillo which will lead you to my love memoirs, recounting my memories from childhood through present time. (Yes it's still a work in progress) Please read from the first entry to the latest entry if you do decide to check it out.
Friday, January 23, 2009
adj. Spawned from the increasing popularity of new HBO series Summer Heights High, the Aussie slang for poor has infiltrated the vocabulary of recessionistas everywhere
"Caroline, I can't go out to dinner tonight: My pay cut has left me totally povo."
n. A social setting that involves a mix of people whose relationships to each other are, well, complicated
"I was sitting next to my current flame and then my ex-hole walked in with his current girlfriend, who I had a falling out with in high school - total hot room!"
v. To "power own" something or someone. Derived years ago from World of Warcraft smack talk, this slang has been adopted throughout other online games, and has since surfaced in the mainstream real world
"I pwn-ed Stephen last night in Wii Tennis."
n. A frequently used term in the video game community that quite simply means you really messed up and/or something/someone is an utter failure
"Dude, your attempt to get that girl's number was an epic fail."
n. Two people who are equal in depth of arcane knowledge
"I knew I had met my geequal when Frank showed me his Star Wars light saber iPhone app."
THIS YEAR'S REHAB
v. To go back on your New Year's resolutions and do the opposite of the goals you set for yourself
"Instead of following my resolution to get fit this year, I decided to retox and take up cooking classes instead. Oh well, no one follows New Year's resolutions anyway, right?"
adj. Drunk, inebriated, similar to the term "hot mess"
"Sorry I bailed without saying good night, but I was smashed potatoes."
n. Taking a vacation from being a hater where you are committed to not saying anything bad about anyone or anything; synonymous with "moral cleanse"
"Whatever, I know you have an opinion but just can't speak your mind because you are on a hate-cation."
"Whoa, that conversation was very 'kward."
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Really I just think this is an awesome quote, which gets me to thinking... what's my power animal warrior? What's those of my friends?
I am a Bear!
Powers: Fighting ability—strength and speed—along with powers of strategic thinking
You're #1! At least, you're happiest when in charge. You lead with courage, integrity, and compassion. People gravitate to your confidence and charisma, and they feel safe in your care. But be careful not to believe your own hype—stubborn pride is every Bear's downfall.
Best matches: Wolverines, Horses, Wolves
Watch out for: Foxes, Crows, SpidersTell me what your power animal is... online quizzy-poo below.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Dude, awesome. I'm so glad we have a new way to measure sexual pleasure.
This feels like something fresh off of Barney's blog, enjoy!
"It looks like a gadget fished out of a Cracker Jack box, but you'd be more likely to fish it out of a cervix: this decidedly cheap looking cock ring measures BPMs, or "bonks per minute." Because nothing scientifically measures excellent love making than the friction burn of a thousand unlubricated, piston-like thrusts per second. £9.99, but someone should really make one of these that measures duration of intercourse. Beat your last record"
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
9:00PM - Half an hour late the group arrives @ Hermosa Beach.
9:10PM - Waiting for our table at Club Sushi, the boys indulge in a beer tower, while us girls sip demurely on our Blue Moons.
9:30PM - To the joy of the rumbling tummies, our table is ready.
9:40PM - Extra Large Beers for the table (except for the warm Sake for the sickling)
9:50PM - Yay for Food! And a new larger table that's more accommodating...
10:30PM - We wrap up the $300+ bill and head out to the bars.
(At this point the times are guestimates)
10:45PM - The M brothers (M & Baby Bro) take us to The Underground, a house-lounge.
11:30PM - B and Black Irish Lover (BIL) make a discovery... A good 'ole bar filled with Photo-Hunt, Strongbow, Pool, Darts, oh and right a few hot men.
11:45PM - We meet Fun Bobby! (Fun Bobby who apparently did NOT watch Friends wanted to start a Dance Party wherever he went)
11:50PM - A round of Gummy Bear Shots & a few more beers.
11:55PM - BIL decides this would be a good time to ditch B with Fun Bobby.
12:00AM - Feeling guilty for leaving B with Fun Bobby and not the Hotness Monster in the Grey Shirt, BIL tells me she will go back to rescue B.
12:05AM - Shit they have not returned.
12:10AM - I grab M and head back into the Bar to find B. We find her sitting at a table where she's been left by Fun Bobby.
12:15AM - Walking back through the bar we see BIL has been waylaid by Baby Bro taking body shots of tequila off him, which then turns into some tongue on tongue action.
12:20AM - Because we are naturally spies, we stop to watch the show.
12:25AM - Taking my cue, I leave & head back to the Dunce Dunce Dunce Dunce of the Techno Beat to find my S.
12:45AM - Everyone has managed to make it back to the House Room for some fun dancing. & there was a bunch of talking as well.
1:15AM - I notice I have once again lost B & BIL.
1:20AM - As I'm making my way towards the bar, Brazilian Boy (BB) who's friends with the M Brothers, grabs me to dance.
1:25AM - Apparently he did not get the memo that I had a boyfriend, but that's OK, because I have two girlfriends to throw in my place! He instantly grabs B and they take off dancing. Within seconds they are snogging. (Hey we ARE in a British Club/Pub)
1:30AM - Now this next part is a story unto itself. And yes it does require pictures.
* Update ~ I found out that Adios's real nickname was "Homeboy John" *
BIL had managed to start up a lovely conversation with two gentleman at the bar. Now, BIL does have her moniker for a reason..., and no these gentleman were not Irish. The first one she introduced me to, let's call him Adios, was very nice and overly patient with the now extremely intoxicated BIL. Oh did I mention good looking as well? Next to Adios was his nephew, Ecko. Ecko was wearing a Baby Blue sweat suit, very appropriate for the cold weather.
Now Adios was probably minding his own business having his insanely alcoholic Adios Motherfucker when BIL came along. Here is a sampling of their conversation.
BIL: Adios, why are you drinking such a girly drink?
Adios: Seriously? It's an Adios Motherfucker. The most alcoholic drink you can get here.
BIL: But it's Blue! It's a fruity-ass drink. (Turning to Ecko) And you, look you're wearing the same fruity-ass color as his girly drink!
Ecko: *Smiles sheepishly as BIL continues her rant*
BIL: SERIOUSLY, girly-ass blue drink, fruity-ass outfit.
At this point Adios asks the Bartendter who's closing up shop to explain to BIL whats in an Adios Motherfucker, at which point he pulls enough bottles out of the well to make any normal girl sick, but that's not enough for BIL and she continues her rant, only causing Adios to knock his fruity ass drink all overhimself.
The result of this exchange? BIL passed along her digits to Ecko, but there is serious doubt that follow-up calls will be made... that is unless he's into S&M.
1:45AM - Last Call & we are kicked out of the bar.
1:50AM - BIL gives the Bouncer a lasting hug and kiss on the cheek.
2:00AM - The Bro-mance continues outside as a very exhausted B tries to leave.
2:05AM - B is accosted by Brazilian Boy and his short ugly friend as they try and convince her to go to their hotel room "afterparty."
2:10AM - BIL is allegedly corralled by Short Ugly Friend... reminiscent of my little British Bird with ugly teeth? Why do the hot foreign ones always have short ugly friends?
2:15AM - B is rewarded for her wait by a sloppy kiss from Baby Bro.
2:20AM - On the car ride home B reveals a steamy session with M, but 2 brothers in one night? And 3 guys? Damn B... you are hot stuff :-)
3:00AM - After some cookies, I finally get MY reward... a soft and warm bed.
1 pink eye
36 hours with no voice
2 bloody bruises from idiocy
1.5 sick days
5 hours spent at dealership
3 bottles of day/nyquil
99 tissues used
1 brand new Hunter Honda CR-V
(It's actually up to a vote, Hunter Honda or Sven. Why Sven? Because... you are cutting edge, you are new, you are fresh. Women want to be with you, men wish to harm you but the fool who does challenge you SHALL BE CRUSHED!)
Friday, January 16, 2009
When I was in the ER for a pulled muscle over my heart thinking I was going to die, (yes I know hypochondriac much, but it really really hurt) I was sharing a room with a sweet older lady who was totally crushing on our McDreamy doctor. Not being one for subtle hints, she was wondering aloud how fun it would be for her to play matchmaker one more time, and steamy hospital romance was just what she needed.
Aside from the awkwardness of the situation, I was super thankful that Mr. McDreamy had to go on a break and was replaced by Mr. CouldBeOldEnoughToBeMyGrandfather McDoctor, which ruffled her feathers much more than mine.
After the ice had been broken she was eager for the company & talked up a storm, asking me all about my classes, my love life, my friendship scandals... When I told her that I was at film school, she mentioned that her son was also in the industry. She was very proud that her son was an assistant at ABC... I prodded her further, but she was the one grilling me.
A little while later the nurse stopped by to check in on her, Mrs. Iger.
"What's your son's name again?"
"Oh Bob! Bob Iger... like Tiger! Maybe you'll hear of him one day!"
Yes Mrs. Iger, we've heard of your son, and nope, he's not a lowly subordinate at ABC. But it's good to know that even Bob Iger's mother was proud of him being an assistant somewhere.
SYDNEY, Australia (AP) — Position: island caretaker. Duties: lazing around the Great Barrier Reef for six months. Salary: $100,000.
It sounds too good to be true, but the position is real. Calling it the “best job in the world,” Australian tourism officials say they are seeking someone to spend six months relaxing on Hamilton Island, part of the country’s Whitsunday Islands, while promoting the destination on a blog.
Within 24 hours, more than 200,000 prospective applicants had visited the Web site advertising the job, islandreefjob.com, a local tourism official said. Applicants must submit a 60-second video application, and 11 finalists will be flown from their home countries to the island in May for the final selection process. The application deadline is Feb. 22.In exchange for the pay, a free stay in an oceanfront villa and airfare from the winner’s home country, the employee will be required to stroll the island’s white sand beaches, snorkel, maybe take a dip in the pool — and post photographs and videos of the experience on a weekly blog.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Countless hours online, and 5 hours at the dealership before we finally came away with a great deal on my new love. Dun Dun Dun... and here she is, my new Hunter Honda / Sven!
15 years later it's surprisingly still relevant.
Today is a good day to type...with a Klingon keyboard.Here's to hoping the new Star Trek is super successful!!!
Friday, January 9, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Guardian News reported yesterday on a recent scientific study breakthrough, that scientists have identified two hormones, oxytocin and vasopressin, which appear crucial in forming a close bond with another person. They've done tests on sheep which found that an injection of oxytocin was enough to make a ewe form an immediate bond with lambs that were not her own.
"Men with a gene that makes them less responsive to vasopressin are less likely to marry their partners and more likely to have a marital crisis if they do, Young explains. The hormones are released in the brain during childbirth or sexual stimulation."
"The view of love as an emergent property of a cocktail of ancient [brain chemicals] raises important issues for society. For one thing, drugs that manipulate brain systems at whim to enhance or diminish our love for another may not be far away."
What a scary thought that someday who and how we love could entirely be out of our control? I think Andrew Niccol got it right the first time, we're just one step closer to his envisioned world of Gattaca.
Love Potions Article @ Guardian News
While at ICM, there was the variety of flowers, wine, massages that accompanied various unsolicited submissions... numbering into the $100's of buckaroos shelled out just so an agent *might* take notice of their script, short or headshot.
One crazy with a TERRIBLE script sent ME a huge floral arrangement for just taking her call and offering her a suggestion that she might try finding a manager before approaching an agent.
My favorite one was this guy whom I'd talked to for a while over a lunch break offering up suggestions about how to get people to read his script & he dubbed me the only nice person in Hollywood & cleverly sent me a Starbucks Gift Card "To help me stay up reading all the OTHER horrible scripts" a coffee mug "To drink said coffee out of" and wrapped it up all in pages of his script.
But my boss... she might have just taken the cake. A writer/director who she'd met with a while ago, a USC film student with a great short JUST SENT HER A BRAND NEW IPOD NANO. To say thank you for being a nice person.
And it kind of worked... after the initial shock, she was like well now I guess I HAVE to hire him on something & it certainly got my attention. $200 attention grabber. Niice.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
But really only when the weather was nice enough to hang out on the roof, but not so overbearingly hot that my rarely working AC was enough to keep me cool and sweat free.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
One of the major complaints of the various cinema studies courses at college, was that learning to dissect all aspects of a movie ruin the magic. No longer can I simply sit back and watch a movie with the idiotic bliss of god Josh Duhamel is hot... My attention is constantly drawn to the decision of the camera angle, the mood and colors of the scene, the placement of action and wonder how they all relate to the storytelling, when most of the time it's really much simpler. Granted there are the indy house directors who really do use all of these variables in their choice of storytelling, but I don't think that Las Vegas goes much deeper than making everyone look hot.
So my conscious naturally drifts into my sub, my dreams are well lit, with perfect key lights, my birds eye view swoops with stedi-cam precision and when I run, my dream switches into the Cloverfield effects. And I find myself telling the camera what to do and what to look at in my dreams.
I sometimes wonder if I'll ever be able to revert back to that child whos imagination was allowed to soar without the aid of a dolly crane.