Oh, PS, I'm a badass.

Every DJ isn't going to know everything, but I kind of felt awesome on Friday.

Hangover Schmangover

I wrote a while back about a supposed "hangover cure" that involved Tylenol and Pedialyte. Well, over break, I decided to put it to the test. This is the beginning of the night, and what my purse looked like:

And I ended up at Lucky Joe's with a few friends, and according to my twitter:

Right? So that means that I was pretty drunk (we're not going to talk about how many drinks I had after I sent that at 10:44pm). So at like at 2am, after sending some really ridiculous text messages, I drank the first Pedialyte and passed out. I woke up the next morning still really drunk, no contacts (can't find them), with a splitting headache. Like, the worst headache ever. I'd honestly even venture to say that this was one of the top 3 worst hangovers I've ever had. So I choke down the second Pedialyte, search around for some Advil, debate throwing up before I take the Advil, decide against it, choke down a piece of toast... and... after a few hours, I was tired, but I was fine. Exhausted, but fine. No icky feeling in my stomach, nothing. The only drawback was the fact that if I burped at any time during the day, it would smell like apple Pedialyte, but I could handle that. So next time everyone, just go buy some of that shit, and you'll probably end up feeling alright. Or you could stop drinking, but everyone knows that's not as fun.

Ah Shit

I'm feeling pretty emo lately, about the whole job/moving/living with the rents sitch, and it's kind of bumming me out, so let's hang out, k guys? I gotta get this whole "life" thing rolling, for serious.

In other, less emo news, here's a lolcat.

THE REAL SHAQ

You guys, Shaq's Twitter is solid gold.

http://twitter.com/THE_REAL_SHAQ

"On my way to oklahoma city, gettin ready to send 2 million lbs of peanut butta to africa"
-- Shaquille O'Neal, 2k8

I'm Crazy

I don't know how many of you have noticed the "I'm Crazy" tag at the end of my posts, but it's certainly applicable to this one. There was an email chain going between a few of my friends and I, and it led to me creating and sending this picture.

This was the context:

"Anyone have any good songs to add to the Christmas playlist?"

Me: "If “All I want for Christmas is you” by Mariah Carey plays I will start fork stabbing people.

And now I know that’ll be #1 on the playlist, super. "

"Can you spell repeat?"

Me: "you don’t even know the unbridled rage that comes out of me when this song comes on."

And then this:

"Heres the playlist so far

Ugly Christmas Sweater/Housewarming Party Playlist

1) Mariah Carey – All I Want for Christmas is You
2) Mariah Carey – All I Want for Christmas is You
3) Mariah Carey – All I Want for Christmas is You
4) Mariah Carey – All I Want for Christmas is You
5) Mariah Carey – All I Want for Christmas is You
6) Mariah Carey – All I Want for Christmas is You
7) Mariah Carey – All I Want for Christmas is You
8) Mariah Carey – All I Want for Christmas is You
9) Mariah Carey – All I Want for Christmas is You
10) Mariah Carey – All I Want for Christmas is You
11) Mariah Carey – All I Want for Christmas is You
12) The Isley Brothers - Shout"

Aren't they sweet?

(Oh, and that's me dressed up as a zombie, I don't...usually look like that...)

"Audrina Sure Says F--k A Lot"

I've been meaning to write about these Hills recaps for a while now -- wait! Before you scroll down, which your finger is inevitably poised to do right now because come on, it's The Hills and who cares, you have to give these recaps a chance. I've stopped watching the show in favor of reading these things, because they're so witty and insightful and amazing. Like, take this line for instance:

Otherwise... Holly. Spencer. Fight. Holly. Heidi. Fight. Heidi. Spencer. Not really a fight, just a resigned and defeated admission that Spencer will never do anything right or be a good person. The details are too grim and stupid and repetitive to go into, just know that Heidi no longer has her office, just a sad little cubicle and that, when told he is a bad person by Holly, Spencer made a small quiet lost and bewildered face. Just for a moment you could see the dim glimmer of humanity sparking beneath his skin, but then the electricity was sucked back in by that Inland Empire power plant and the lights went out in Spencer again.

You guys, it's so amazing. Seriously. Read them all.

Oh, and here's this from the most recent episode. It's like 20 seconds long, so watch it or else.

O.M.G.

I can't really do a better job than this explanation, taken from Best Week Ever:

There’s really only three things you can say after seeing the following preview for a game show I am dubbing my 2008 “Reason To Live”: O. M. G.
Thanks to the good people at the Game Show Network and Meow Mix, “Think Like a Cat” is the ultimate show for single gals and suicidal ones alike, where owners are quizzed about how well they know their cats, and the “catestants” face challenges such as who can eat the most food in 60 seconds.
Needless to say, the cats have no idea what the f**k is going on. Neither does host Chuck Woolery. Who can now hopefully pay off his car loans.
The winner of Think Like a Cat gets $1 million, more than enough money to buy a lifetime supply of Cosby sweaters and lint rollers and valiums.

Oh my god, I'm gonna watch the shit out of this show.

Oh, George Michael...

I've refrained from writing about the possibility of an Arrested Development movie for a while now, just because it's been so up in the air that it might not have been worth writing about if it didn't come to fruition. However, I read on Pajiba a bit ago that everyone's on board, and that Mitch Hurwitz is working on something else, but when he's done with that, he's going to start writing a script. So I'd give it a year and a half or two years before we even start seeing trailers, if at all. Anyways, that's all well and good, but there's a hitch: Michael Cera might not even be in it. I guess he doesn't see the point in doing a movie, which is so depressing. I can't see anyone else in that role.

"Yes, it's a go," an Arrested castmember who asked not to be named tells me. "We're all very excited. And it will happen with or without the holdout."
Wait a minute...The holdout? Yes, I'm also told exclusively by multiple sources that one of the show's original castmembers has not signed on to the movie...
"Yeah, [he or she] might not do it," an actor says of this costar. "However, I do know that we will do the project with or without [him or her]."
Add that to this September quote from Michael Cera... "I don't think I would want to see a movie of the series if I was a fan anyways...and I don't really see a need for it if you can get the three seasons on DVD."

Cue sad Snoopy music...

{via CCInsider}

What Am I Even Talking About Anymore?

I blog on another blog now. We'll see how long my attention span will allow it.

http://keubs.blogspot.com/

It's fancier than mine. Le sigh.

A Cross the Universe

You guys, Justice has a live album and an hour-long documentary DVD coming out on December 8th called A Cross the Universe. I have the "Stress" track from it, and it's super great. I'm usually not a huge fan of live albums because I think they're just so repetitive and self-serving (like, "let's offer up the same songs, but sung much worse, with more screaming crowd and breathing sounds"). Electronic albums, however, seem to be the exception, as it gives the artists more room to play around with the sounds in each song. Daft Punk's Alive album is still part of the "most played" list on my iPod. Anyways, I'm super excited to steal this album off the internet (thank you, interwebs/sorry, Justice).

Wall-E

It's no secret how much I liked the movie Wall-E. It's just so damn adorable. I was in Circuit City this weekend looking for a webcam and walked past the DVD display and "Walllllllllllll Eeeeeeee" crackled out of it, and I got all excited and walked past it a couple of times. I looked crazy, per usual, but still.

Anyways, here's the whole script. It's really interesting to see how everything translated to the screen.

Chinese Shut Up

Maybe I'm too young to get all the hype, but is it wrong that I just don't give a damn about Guns N' Roses' new album, Chinese Democracy?! I mean, I know that it's been in the works since 1994, but still... can everyone can it already?!

Hangover Cure?

As some of you may know, I am pretty famous for my raging hangovers. It doesn't matter how much I drink, because the next morning I am usually fighting with a debilitating hangover that makes me curl up into a ball and grumble. I guess it's just a sad, sad byproduct of getting older. Anyways, there's this blog that I read, and this was in the comments. I'm not sure if it's gonna work, but I'm totally willing to try it. Anything. I'll try anything.

Torch wrote:
Electrolytes + acetaminophen = drink whatever the fuck you want and feel great.Buy a couple liters of Pedialyte and a bottle of Tylenol extra strength. After a night of drinking, drink at least half a liter of the Pedialyte and take two extra strength Tylenols before going to sleep. Then, upon waking, repeat. No hangover.

Molly replied to Torch’s comment:
If I take Tylenol after drinking, won't I immediately puke?

Torch wrote:
No. Why would you think that?

Molly replied to Torch’s comment:
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20071230220350AANtaYU
If you take it the night you drink, you can make yourself WAY more sick because of what it does to your liver. The gatorate seems like a smart plan, but Tylenol + drinking = liver failure for someone like me.

Torch wrote:
Not unless you have already have a pre-existing condition/elevated liver enzymes. You'll be fine. You're taking the word of yahoo answers over a doctor, I'm insulted. Actually I'm not insulted, it's your body, do what you want. If you're worried about it, just take the Tylenol in the morning. Btw, don't use Gatorade, use Pedialyte. The excess sugar/sucrose in Gatorade can actually optimize a hangover, not good. Depending on your insulin sensitivity, it may slow the process of absorption prior to alcohol breakdown/conversion to acetate making the hangover that much longer. If you've ever noticed, getting smashed off bad wine leaves you with a monster hangover the next day, that's why.


Pedialite, right guys?! Maybe it's like, the fountain of youth that only this dude knows about. Anyways, I'm totally going to try it. I'll let you know how it goes.

Hey Boy

I dig this song more and more every time I listen to it -- the girl in the video isn't the girl who actually sings the song, but it's a good video nonetheless.
She's like... an indie Lykke Li, maybe? Mark? It's the guitar, that's the part that reminds me of LL.

Adventureland

This movie looks awesome.

Style Rookie

If you can't tell already, I haven't always been the coolest. I always say that I want my future (very future) children to be giant nerds so that they are forced to develop a personality and distinct interests that aren't "going to the mall" and "doing dirty things in closets".

When I was younger, the loser kids at school made fun of me, that's how ridiculous I was. I was always playing "imagination games". In 5th grade, my teacher gave out awards at the end of the year, and mine was the "Nose in A Book" award. I remember sitting in my little plastic chair, waiting for my award to come up, heart fluttering whenever a new one was about to be announced, and becoming instantly, painfully aware that I was wearing weird shorts with Teva sandals and that my legs were hairier than all the other girls' (because I hadn't become self-aware enough to shave them yet). My wardrobe when I was 12 consisted of baggy corduroy pants with zippered tops, and my favorite item of clothing was a pair of burgundy corduroy overalls that had Winnie the Pooh and friends on them. I kept wearing them even when I snagged the "hammer holder" on a drawer, letting it flap around for weeks until my mom captured me and cut it off. I hadn't ever really been very cognizant of the way I look or act, only becoming aware of it within the last 5 or 10 years.

Anyways, I came across this blog, written by a 12-year-old girl, and I was so taken aback by how creative and intelligent she was, and how all pretense was missing from her writing because she's so young. I mean, seriously, check this out and tell me you don't love this girl:

"School has been blah. More specifically, school people. Luckily, I have a new strategy in dealing with people who think knowing everything about nothing and
talking about it all the time makes them Jesus: I imagine myself throwing an atomic apple at them then stomping on them in Rodarte and a crown a la Where The Wild Things Are."

And then she made a little example:

She reminds me a lot of my friend Hanna, with whom I grew up. She was always dressing totally crazy and had this Polish mother that totally supported her whims, and I was always a little bit jealous that she was allowed to be such a free spirit.

Anyways, I wish I were like this girl when I was 12 -- hell, I wish I was like her now! But read her blog, it's so great.

Baby's Gettin Old

So I decided that in order to celebrate my 10,000th hit, I would see exactly how old Lil' Good Bloggie really is:

You are 2 years old . . .
or 31 months old or 134 weeks old or 939 days old or 22536 hours old or 1352163 minutes old or 81129832 seconds old

And, your next birthday is in: 158 days 13 hrs 57 mins 8 secs as of 11:05am

Pretty cool, right? I'm actually kind of proud that I've kept this thing up for so long. I mean, there were times that I neglected it when it threw tantrums, or ignored it when it was doing something bad, but the love's still there, folks.

Man Tries to Pay Bill With Spider Drawing

A guy was clearly trying to come up with an excuse for why he hadn't paid his bill, and instead tried to pay with a drawing of a spider. The whole email exchange is in this article.

10 G's?!

You guys! You guys! Only 15 more hits until I hit 10,000!!! I mean, some sites have 10,000 hits every couple of hours, but still! It's kind of a big deal in my little world.

I Still Love the Internet

This is my dear, dear, dear special friend Mac. Ok, he's not special, just awesome.


In other news, Gchat just got a hell of a lot cooler.

YOUR PARENTS LOVE YOU

So one of my best guy friends from high school went to school in Flagstaff, and I'm not sure, but apparently one of the only things to do there besides drink is to yell at people from cars. They called it "Ralphing" (not sure why, I think they used to just yell "Ralph" at people) and it was pretty much all they did for about 6 months.

Anyways, these kids are taking it to a whole new level.

Ummmmm....

Since I'm not sleeping, I just wanted to post this, because this guy has found himself a nice little place in the world and I'm a little bit jealous.


I'm also jealous because I'm not a dinosaur.

I Has an Emailz

So I finally broke down and got Good Bloggie its own email address.

GoodBloggie@Gmail.com

Big time.

MY LIFE IS SO HARRRRD

Dudes, something terrible is happening to me. I'm just being shit on from every possible angle lately and I can't figure out why, like is this karmic retribution for something that I did? Probably. Anyways, I ordered a pita from Pita Pit because I haven't had it in forever and jesus, doesn't that sound good, and I realized how hungry I was and that I've got to wait 30 minutes for the delivery dude to bring it to me because I'm a lazy bitch, so I reach into my drawer for these Saltines that I stole from Spoons (stealing condiments/sugar packets/crackers is the way I'm coping with the recession), open the package, and stop.

In the plastic wrapper is one cracker. One fucking cracker! What the hell kind of a jerk at the cracker factory decided to ruin my day like this?! There should have been two! Two crackers!

God you guys. My life is so hard.

Mas Pictures

These pictures were taken at the Yelle show a little bit ago -- I forgot my camera, so I took pictures with my phone camera, which is apparently not so good. Anyways, these were the good ones that came out of the night.

There was some sort of terrible murder or robbery or something that needed an entire gas station cordoned off and I was like, "you guys, I gotta blog this!" I mean, when you gotta, you gotta. This is an an awesome photo. Why does everyone else look better in my specs than I do?!

I'm A Bad Person

You guys, I'm such a piece of shit for posting this, because this poor poodle-thing doesn't seem to have any teeth, but I laughed until I cried because it's the funniest thing I've seen all week.

See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.

Noodle Cat

Want a Slinky but don't have the time or money to buy one? Have some super slippery wooden stairs? Don't fret -- here comes Slinky Cat!



Eh. I tried.

HM 4 Life

I'm kind of phoning it in lately with my blog, but I just wanted to let everyone know how glad I have Twitter so that I can remember moments like this:

On Friday, we rounded up a bunch of dollars and then couldn't decide what to play on the TouchTunes at the Pour House. We still had a billion credits left when everyone else decided it was time to leave, so I put on 4 Hannah Montana songs in a row. Could you imagine all of the dudebros there trying to get it on with some girl while "Girls Night Out" is blaring in the background?! It was pretty awesome.

Holy Crap

You guys, I checked my email today, and this was in my inbox.

I have one follower on Twitter and it's MC freakin' Hammer. I'd say that's an accomplishment.

Des Crocodiles?

Ok, this might get a little too real for some of you guys, but whichever one of my blog readers is going to inevitably impregnate me someday, I demand that I birth this child. THIS ONE. I will accept no substitutes. Get working on the time machine/adorable French baby machine immediately.


Once upon a time... from Capucha on Vimeo.

[via Videogum, which called this little girl "Amelie Jr."]

Carlton?!

I apologize for the lack of posts lately, kids. With the "most important election in recent history" and the "first African-American president elected", there weren't a lot of cuddly animal videos or stupid news items. But guess what?! Below this post is a video of a baby hippo wandering around ... we're back, folks.

Anyways, I just wanted to let you guys know that my blog is pregnant, and its baby daddy is Paul Rudd.

More Baby Animals

I have a heart, okay???

RAC Vol. 1

So this is kind of a big deal you guys -- I've been trying to get back into blogging about music again, but the truth is that I haven't been listening to much new music ever since they took our headphone privileges away at work. Anyways, I'm trying to get better about it, so here's something to get you started. There are some oldies, and definitely some goodies. You can listen to it via the player below, or download it by following this link. Trust me, it's worth it.



{via Stereogum}

Do-Over

So, Halloween came around this year, and I spent it completely blacked out. Not that I'm proud of it -- I most definitely am angry at myself for being such a dumbass and drinking NOS energy drink with vodka. It's like crack, kids. Don't do it.

Anyways, this is the conversation between my friend Kevin and I. I pre-partied at the girls' house and then took a cab to the Ogden to go to the Girl Talk show, and after that, we went to a house party. I remember hanging out on the lawn a lot. Was there Frank Sinatra at some point? I don't remember. Anyways, although it was totally pathetic that we didn't remember a lot of the night, it's nice to commiserate with your friends about it:

Kevin: she's alive!!!
Me: um, I think I actually died on Friday, like what the fuck was going on
Kevin: dude, all i honestly remember was thinking was
"i'm in bad shape, but so is whitney. i'm staying on the lawn with her"
i just felt a drunken connection
Me: hahahahahahahah
I threw up behind that house, whoops
Kevin: hahahah i remember saying "i'm gonna go vom in the back" and you're like "ok good, i'm going over here"
Me: hahahahahhahahahhhhahahha
omg!
that's awesome! dude, i blacked out for like 3 hours
i dont remember the concert, i dont remember the party
i hate myself a little
Kevin: me neither
yeah, i definately had that more alcohol = more fun equation going and it FAILED ME
i cussed out a cabby
Me: ahhhahahahahahah
when???
Kevin: dude, on the way home, the cab
driver was like slamming on his brakes and i was like "there are two ways do
stop, the right way, and the fucking way you're doing it! i will puke all
over your fucking car!"
Me: HAHAHAH
fuck yeah!
being a cabbie must suck so bad around like 2am
Kevin: i woke up and found [Marc’s] ID in my wallet. neither of us know why...
Me: HAHAHAH
what a ridiculous night
Kevin: best word used to describe it yet
Me: i woke up with a huge bruise on my head and a massive scrape on my knee, ripped tights, my tail crumpled up in my purse
Kevin: hahahah $80 spent at the ogden, missing jacket, damaged dignity
thats about my toll
Me: i grabbed Kyle's wig off his head because he was complaining about it being too hot and tossed it into the crowd
and then picked a hat up off the floor and wore it to the party (?)
Kevin: HAHAHAHAHAHA
wow thats awesome
Me: dude, damnit
Kevin: at least we all can laugh about it