Mis-Inception
I laughed hysterically when I saw this video on YouTube today:
Then I kinda got sad. I realized my mother must be cooler than me, she already saw Inception. Hell, she even has a facebook account and chronically gets messages and tags. Tags! I don't even get tagged anymore. 
I have no friends that tag me in things. How is it that my mother watched Inception and The Dark Night in theaters? I never even saw The Dark Knight (I'm waiting for the Blu-Ray to go on sale...any day now).
Well I guess I'll make myself feel better by watching this video of a hedgehog.
Long time no blog…again
Inconsistant. That's probably the best word to describe my blogging on my own personal site. That's gotta suck a bit. I mean I'm sure there are people out there that look at this and go: well, I'm never going to look at this again. Whoops. I lost another reader.
Well, I've been busy, like every time my blog slows down. This time it was in the name of fashion. My New Paltz friends over at JAM Asia asked me (me?) of all people if I could help out with their fashion and talent show and I, being the nice person that I am, wholeheartedly agreed. Here's an image of my work:
Bota rocking my wedding dress I made
I called the scene Harajuku Wedding. Mostly just an excuse to design that wedding dress. Well, if you wanna call it that.
I've also applied to Grad School during my short hiatus blogging. Of course, I've decided to put all my eggs in one basket, so if that goes blech, then I'm pretty much screwed on that part.
Finally, I spent the last weekend up in Plattsburgh with Mark. We stared at old cars. Like this one:
The museum started off as fans of Loziers. It was quite a quaint place.
Anywho, I'm back. Hopefully for a longer period of time.
Winter Wonderland part deux!
Well, I guess I got what I wished for: snow. Yay! I spent part of the day shoveling, but it was a bit moot. I think another four inches of snow added itself to the shoveled area so I’m gonna have to go out and shovel yet again sometime before American Idol (heh).
I’m not complaining at all, on the contrary I love the snow and shoveling. I spent some time just walking around the neighborhood in a jacket I haven’t worn in years.
Apparently the last big snowstorm that hit my area was some time in 2006. It’s hard for me to gauge that because I was up in New Paltz where it seemed to have “bad snowstorms” all the time.
Either way, I have myself prepared. Candles, soup, and some other random food to eat. Mostly prunes…but yeah, I got water and stuff as well.
Finding a groove between my parents
Often times, my parents wake me up with a task to do. Let's buy a couch, let's go to Costco, you want lunch? Of course I'm gonna say yes. The image of my mother struggling with a big case of Poland Spring water always pops up in my head and I'm feeling guilty. So I get changed and go.
Thus last week. I analyzed couches and figured out colors. I hauled heavy packages of water. I'm not complaining, I just have to learn how to allot my time better.
Also, I've been working on a project for work and holy crap is my head going to explode.
I'm sure you get those weeks. I'm dealing, but mostly because I'm catching up this week. Let's hope that everything will be caught up by Thanksgiving, or else I'll be behind even more so.
My favorite things around the web – Beyonce Clown
Everyone tried a "Single Ladies" video, but I think the most impressive one comes from the user CoconutFishy. Her rendition of "Single Ladies" while wearing an It mask is classic. I showed the video once to Eric's mother and she thought Eric and I wanted to see it because of the girl's bouncy boobs. Then she slams her head onto the TV.
There are so many nuances to the video. The laughing friend. The Purina commercial playing. The way the girl has to stop recording. It's amazing. I'm sure the video will go down in internet infamy.
Pants
I have been trying my best to clean out my closets and drawers of clothes that I just don't wear. Lots of fashions that I now laugh at that I thought was cool from High School. I still can't believe that was a little more than five years ago.
Either way my pants and shirts seemed to me so much larger. I never got to extra large status but yet I owned shirts that were XL. Even my dress shirts were XL, which sounds really sloppy now. I try them on and realize I'm too small in them. But it's not even my stomach girth, the arms were unnecessarily too long and the collar had a little too much space in them. Who the hell was measuring me?
Then I get to my pants. Countless pairs of jeans and khakis. For some reason they are two inches too long and one-to-two inches too wide. I can forgive the width, not only did I lose my sophomore 15, I thought baggier pants were cooler. Now I have this conundrum. What do I do with my pants?
Well, several of my pants will be headed off to the Philippines. Ironically, the first one I decided to chuck was actually both too short and too tight, but that's another story. Hopefully my distant cousins won't be sweating a storm in the hot equator heat.
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90s Sheik
Recently, my aunt has lit a small fire under the family to get rid of a lot of old clothes. We went through the storage room and pulled out countless numbers of garbage bags full of clothes. All the clothes unfortunately were a little moldy and kind of gross, so the family has spent the past few (you know the ones that don't rain) days sprawling the clothes out in the sun to try to both dry the clothes and hopefully remove the smell. Let’s just say that the smell isn’t as strong, but still lingers.
I’ve had the task of sprawling out all the clothes from my childhood. Clothes I haven’t worn in more than 20 years. Little Oshkosh B’gosh overalls. Shirts with Mickey Mouse or Bart Simpson. A large number of polo shirts and shirts related to the following sports teams: The Yankees, Raiders, or Cowboys. I shrug about the Cowboys/Raiders; I assume that they were good back in the 90s. Weren’t the Raiders in a totally different city?
Hey You…
...buy my sister's book.
The book's called My Day With Lola: A Letter To My Mom
. It's apparently autobiographical.
Am I a fan of the book? Well, she's my sister. That's all I am going to say. If you really want my opinion, leave me a facebook message or something.
The Ugly Truth Part 2
Recently, I’ve seen several friends on Facebook announce messages like “Going to get a headshot,” “Does anyone know any good photographers?,” or “Pick my headshot.” I look at photos and think: Jeez, these people are ugly.
Now I know that there is a stereotype to writers. I’ve addressed that before. But shouldn’t there be a stereotype to actors? Like maybe….they are good looking? Yes I know that talent does come first and play a big part, but when you’re ugly, you’re only going to get typecast roles for “Ugly Best Friend” or “Generic Mall Cop.” You’re not going to be a leading lady. (Click Continue Reading to Continue Reading!)
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