n-judah love song

stop the madness

Amusement that will only be understood by us 70's kids, with extra-meta viewing pleasure: a star-studded tribute to Say No to Drugs.  Tootie! LaToya! The Governator, pre-capped teeth! Keytars! Nancy Reagan!

joy in a can!

  joy in a can! 
  Originally uploaded by miz_ginevra.

I've been marketed to, and I love it.

cuteness therapy

In an effort to move the melodrama down the page a bit, (and to recover from having read the New York Times today, which, really, just…don’t) I bring you...cute overload. If you haven't seen it yet, be prepared to be tortured...by KITTENS. And puppies, and iguanas...

TAKE THAT! And THAT!

Seriously, the first genetic engineer who figures out the Permanent Kitten is going to win a Nobel Prize.

"beat"ing a dead horse

We started this game up at a party the other night...how, exactly, do you know when rave is dead?

For instance, "rave is dead when you only go to places with a bar." Go over to Adam's blog where the game continues: rave is dead when...

have a good weekend, kids, courtesy of Vice, who are still funny sometimes.

"While white grandfathers sit in their own stench on a ratty old beige chair eating bad fish and circling the shows they want to watch that night, black grandfathers are going to meetings with the Retiree Board of Directors and seriously hoping Shelly is there because she STILL has a great ass."

post-it art

  Originally uploaded by miz_ginevra.

We're having fun with the new décor in the office, where they added green dots sequentially through the hallway. Last night, someone put up a post-it Pac Man to devour the dots.

Today, I added a little transgenderfication. Besides, everyone knows Ms. Pac Man is a better game anyway.

rock those two notes, baby

Who is Belinda Bedkovic? I don't know either, but she shreds on the keytar, which is, as you know, the best instrument ever invented.

welcome back...

enough vacation! everybody back to work! or, read some internets.

• Toying with people on the internet personals.

• Obligatory anniversary (deathiversary?) look back at the writings of Lester Bangs. (Via Andre)

• Have you noticed all the new whizbang features in TypePad?

• Get buried alive in SF this week. Hey, c'mon, it's for art. (via BoingBoing)

• Speaking of the city, I always forget about Mister SF.

• Culcocho has a funny write-up of a trip to Miami:

"$20 to get in and you can't buy a real beer, but you can get jacked off by a Romanian with no gaydar whatsoever for $250. We were out of there after 10 minutes..."

 

• Todd used his fancy new camera to hassle everyone at Lucha Vavoom, with a birthday Jack Black sighting to boot.

• Hey, even the coffeeshop has a blog!Blue Bottle makes the best lattes I've had since I left my beloved Stumptown behind.
  

do people still use the word "gaydar"?

Since I know you've already seen the NYT, here from TMFTML is the chart of "gay or straight" items that didn't make the cut.

I Would Die 4 U

Me: "Anil, do you think Prince was the first text messager?"
Anil: "Maybe. I bet it was actually his sophmore year English teacher."

stripey shirt crew

When working in Silicon Valley, I thought I was the only one sick to death of the striped shirt gang. Blue shirts and khakis by day, the striped shirt by night. But no!

I am a Junior Vice President! I have business cards that say “Junior Vice President” on them! They’re glossy and magnificent! Here! Have one! Take it!

My boys are coming out with me tonight! They all have striped shirts too!

via: The Minor Fall, The Major Lift.

bad people

My friends and I play this word game, (I think it was invented by Jason, so go yell at him) wherein you replace the “chicken” in any menu item with “children”, and see who comes up with the funniest ones.

IE

Chinese Children Salad
Children A La King
Green Children Curry.

Also, Jenny posted a conversation we had about the Easter Egg hunt. It’s only slightly less awful than Cashew Children.

Feel free to add your own, it's fun. Children Stock. Hee. 

stealing a meme

If you can't think of a blog entry, steal someone else's and proclaim it a meme. Skampy's idea came from someone cutting and pasting something scandalous entirely by accident into an IM window. You just know that there's always something random hiding on your clipboard. So I challenge you - paste away in the comments whatever is on your clip board right this second. GO!

take back the snark

bet the IRS loves this.

via The Minor Fall, The Major Lift.

Gidget

So I’ve never been surfing before. (Dad, stop reading this now.) It’s always been something I wanted to do – I read a lot of skate magazines as a kid, and they’d always have photos of surfing spots. I had a big crush on Taylor Knox. I taped up photos of waves to the walls and wished for the day when I would live in California.

Well, is Pacifica is California, even if it’s 50 degrees and raining, and there we were, with rented surfboards that were as unwieldy as elephants. The only lessons I got were from EHow, and the sage words: “hold your breath.”

Yen already wrote about the whole day, so I will just tell you about how I bit it instead.  I remember trying to get through the breakers, and thinking I was through, then following the rest of the crowd and sitting on my board. (Mom, you should stop reading now.) Five foot waves don’t sound that high, but when you’re looking at them from below, they sure seem big. That’s right when a wave came crashing over me, while I was

a. facing the wrong way and

b. not paddling at all, but fortunately

c. holding my breath.

Note to self: paddle! Face away from the wave! Hold your breath!

I crashed into the sea floor, watching sand swirl all around me, being dragged by my (still topside) surfboard. I spat out a mouthful of grit and then found my way up towards the light, taking the biggest breath I have ever taken.

Maile’s husband Gary was there when I finally surfaced and said “that’s not how you do it!”

No. I guess not. What with the lack of hanging ten and everything.

It was really inexplicably fun. Ridiculously so. Once that spectacular biting of sand was done, nothing else could really spook me. I’ve never been so scared that I made it all the way past fear and right into blanking it out, and going on anyway. It’s lunacy. It’s fun.  It’s nothing like snowboarding, unless you happen to snowboard where the mountain grows right in front of you, then slaps you in the face.  This weekend’s trip to Tahoe is going to be a cakewalk in comparison.

OMG, yall!

One of my favorite sites, Go Fug Yourself, has up and moved their Britney-trashing selves to TypePad. This post made me fall in love with them.

The Rivers gals WISH they were half this funny/cruel.

group weird

grouphug.us  has everything from teenage confessions about crushes to "I poke badgers with sticks" and "I lick old people for fun" to make up this fully accessible and standards-compliant website.

Thanks to Erika for distracting me with this. I am soooo Mule's intern.

grow up.

Rules of Conduct if you're over 25.

Sars at Tomato Nation reminds us that not yapping on the phone on public transit, being on time and walking in heels are something most of us ought to know by now.

"17. Have a real trash receptacle, real Kleenex, and, if you smoke, a real ashtray. No loose bags on the floor; no using a roll of toilet paper; no plates or empty soda cans. You are not a fierce warrior nomad of the Fratty Bubelatty tribe. Buy a wastebasket and grown-up paper products."

RE: holidazed.

Dear New Office:

I heart your brick walls and your beamed ceilings. I adore your sunny spaciousness, watching a building get built, taking public transit and Stella to work. I'm twitterpated over you.

Anil and Ben (Ben posted! This won't happen again until an earthquake swallows SF into the ocean.) have already stated so well about what it means to leave the small San Mateo office we started in and head for the City. Matty even came to cover the move for SFist.

I can't wait to work. Ain't that saying something.

love,
contact AT sixapart

Dear Amazon:

Fuck you. You didn't ship me squat 'on time for Christmas'. I am going home without FOUR very important presents. Just...don't.  Love has turned to hate, and I don't even want to go to prom with you anymore. The love is gone.

Fuck you some more,
Royally PIssed Off

Dear Friends:

On the bright side, you will get SOMETHING. I hand-made a lot of gifties this year and went last-minute shopping in both my hood and Jenny's.  Yen, thanks so much  for the iTunes gift. Thanks to you, I'm leaving in a couple hours for my parents' house with Jill Scott's new joint, more m83, San Ilya, Damon and Naomi - all recommendations from my friends. Thanks, friends!

smooches and hugs,
g-love

Dear everyone - happy everything. May your days be merry and bright.

Shopping with Black Sabbath

Tony Iommi goes silver bible-bashing (courtesy of the UK's Popbitch.)

Tony Iommi from Black Sabbath was in a shop in Birmingham's jewellery quarter. After buying Ozzy a crucifix for Christmas he asked for advice on a present for a new baby. Iommi's wife suggested, "What about one of these silver fronted bibles?"

"I can't buy that", replied Tony, "I'm in fucking Black Sabbath."

look for the comparison of the Big Baby Jesus to the actual lord Jesus.

Jenny's got a weblog.

now let's all hassle her to keep it updated.

NYT, bastion of trendsetting

You know, it's funny how they're always first on the trendspotting scene: the Old Gray Lady declares the death of the thong and the subsequent rise of the boy short. NO. Really? The underwear I've been sporting for oh...a year and a half is now trendy?

"Going from revealing to less revealing can be novel and exciting, and that will probably happen with the thong," she said. "Less revealing, more withholding, could now be seen as more erotic."

Either that, or we're tired of flossing.

Now what will Sisqo sing about?

via Anil. not registered? bugmenot.com.

all the Very Serious posts below are unlike me. back to your regularly scheduled light-hearted banter.

here is a picture of a monkey.

want more? ok!

monkey! monkey! the monkees!

go look at Mie's photos of her kitties too.

a sigh of relief.

anyone who knows me well knows I have a head for words, not numbers. When a hold was placed on my bank account at Washington Mutual this weekend, I thought "well, that figures. Now what happened?" After 12 separate phone calls to various phone representatives within WAMU, three personal visits to two branches in California, and four frustrated days, I finally got a hold of the branch I had opened my account with in Vancouver, WA. Brad calmed me down and even laughed at my story, then I called back this afternoon to find out they had stuck their necks out for me and replaced status on my account. It should be active again tomorrow.

I was delighted that someone finally acted like humans work there, and I'm going to send a letter as soon as I can thanking them for all their efforts. No one in large companies HAS to do anything for the common consumer. Sometimes they do them because they're a good sort.

I miss the Pacific Northwest more some days than others.