Party Pictures

Filed under: Personal, Fun — joy at 10:52 am on Wednesday, December 20, 2006

It is the holiday season. That means parties! In particular, my 30th birthday party, which we held here at our house. Most of the people I wanted to come came, which made me happy. There were good appetizers and good conversation and also, presents. Here are some photos, taken by party guests, probably Troy and Justin.

Kat, Krista, and Leona

Front: Kyle, Luther, Avi, Me. Back: Kat, Eric, Paul, Sasha


The side of my head, the back of Marcia, and Laura in the corner

Tony, Kyle, and Paul

Justin, Tony, Stephanie, Mark, and Krista

Me, opening presents.

Wu-Tang Jazz Mash-Up

Filed under: Fun, Music — joy at 12:10 pm on Wednesday, September 6, 2006

I am really really enjoying this mash-up by dj BC of hip-hop and dixieland jazz. Louie Armstrong and Method Man? Dirty Dozen Brass Band and Old Dirty Bastard? How does that work? And yet it so does. Oh and did I mention that you can download the whole album for free?

(Uh, once upon a tme, this was going to be a lit blog. I wonder what happened to that.)

I Have A New Hero

Filed under: Read This, Fun — joy at 10:16 am on Tuesday, September 5, 2006

British graffiti artist Banksy has doctored 500 copies of Paris Hilton’s debut album in 48 record stores in the UK, according to lots of sites including The Superficial. He dubbed over her songs with remixes with titles like Why am I Famous?, What Have I Done? and What Am I For? He also changed the pictures on the CD sleeve to include one of her topless and one of her with a dog’s head. Look at them here. Or just view my favorite:

This is up there with Beau Sia’s parody of Jewel’s poetry book, A Night Without Armor II: The Revenge. (I think I might be the only person who has heard of that book.)

UPDATE: I have now thoroughally enjoyed Banksy’s website. Check out his gallery. I liked this one and this is my new desktop.

I Haven’t Felt Like Blogging

Filed under: Fun — joy at 8:24 am on Thursday, July 20, 2006

I don’t know what I have been filling my time with, but it isn’t blogging. I don’t want to take time away from work (and IMing with my pals) during the day to write a blog post and I seem to be in a funk at night. Therefore, I have been away.

To make it up to you, here is a joke stolen from here:

How many screenwriters does it take to change a light bulb?
Answer: Ten.
1st draft. Hero changes light bulb.
2nd draft. Villain changes light bulb.
3rd draft. Hero stops villain from changing light bulb. Villain falls to death.
4th draft. Lose the light bulb.
5th draft. Light bulb back in. Fluorescent instead of tungsten.
6th draft. Villain breaks bulb, uses it to kill hero’s mentor.
7th draft. Fluorescent not working. Back to tungsten.
8th draft. Hero forces villain to eat light bulb.
9th draft. Hero laments loss of light bulb. Doesn’t change it.
10th draft. Hero changes light bulb.

Marcia Interviews Me

Filed under: Personal, Fun — joy at 9:33 am on Friday, June 2, 2006

1. An evil scientist puts you in a time machine, sending you to your least favorite place during your least favorite time in history. His kindly assistant adjusts the settings to give you control over your race, gender, marital status and profession. Where, when, what and who are you?

Although there are many periods of history that don’t interest me, I’m pretty sure cavemen had it the worst in terms of overall dirtiness and daily boredom. So I would probably be sent back to caveman times in, say, northern Europe. What a mean scientist! Language hasn’t been invented! Cavemen are hairy! I’m cold because fire has not yet caught on the way it will five years from now. This sucks.

Given all this, I don’t want to be human. I want to be a Woolly Mammoth. First of all, I’m warm. Secondly, I have adorable babies. Third, when I die by being frozen in ice, 30,000 years later, scientists will take my DNA, combine it with the DNA of an African Elephant, and make a clone-hybrid out of me, thus making me kind of immortal. That rocks.

2. In the year 2000-whatever, your adult children put together a photo album — or its super-futuristic counterpart — chronicling their favorite moments with you during their childhood. Describe some of these moments.

“Wow our Mom was cool. Remember when she won the Pulitzer for her fifth novel? We were very proud of her. Oh and remember when we all graduated from nice colleges and became doctors? That was awesome. Here’s a picture of Mom and Dad standing on the Great Wall of China during our trip there. We saw sooo many monkeys on that trip. Man, we sure had lots of happy Christmases involving good food and love. Oh here’s Mom and Dad on their 50th anniversary. Mom looks only 35 there. Our genes are amazing.”

3. You can choose to be any character in literature for three days. Which character do you choose and why? What part of his or her life do you choose to start your three days?

This is the hardest question you asked. I realized I would not want to be any of the characters in the books I most admire. Who would want to be Mrs. Dalloway or Sethe? So I’m at a loss. Of course, I could pick a tragedy and be, say, Romeo and have him behave more rationally about his secret marriage, but that would make the play boring. Or I could pick something mushy like Scarlett O’Hara and make her introspective enough to realize her love for Rhett Butler, but living in the Old South would scare me. It seems like it would be fun to be Don Quixote until you realize how embarrassing it must be to be him sometimes. So I will pick Moby-Dick. As Moby-Dick, I would swim away so that boring book would never be written.

4. You are a hard-boiled news dame from the 1930s. You have the choice between breaking the story of a lifetime, thus cementing your status as coolest news dame ever, or moving to Morocco with the man of your dreams, effectively giving up any chance to become a serious newspaper gal. What is the story you could break, and which choice do you make?

Hands down, I would cover the story. Whatever, man, if you can’t wait for me to cover my story, I don’t think we would work. I would be like Martha Gellhorn, who married Hemingway and then refused to be a housewife, instead going off to World War II and becoming one of the most important war correspondents of the time.

So what story would I cover? I suppose, logically, the biggest story of that decade would be the rise of Hitler, so I should say something like breaking Hitler annexing Austria. However, you know what would be really awesome? An exclusive interview with Bonnie and Clyde. First, they would take me–blindfolded of course–to their hide-out. They would let me sit in the latest stolen car and Clyde would show me his guns, which would make me nervous but it would be okay. As the evening progressed, they would open up about their poverty-stricken childhoods and descent into crime. The next day, every paper would print my account of their tale of desperation and love. Who needs Morocco?

5. You wake up tomorrow and discover that suddenly everyone in the United States speaks only Chinese. You still speak only English. What do you do?

Once I figured out what was going on, I would move to England where people speak English.

The End.

INTERVIEW GUIDELINES:
1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

I was interviewed by:
Marcia

David Foster Wallace’s terrible secret

Filed under: Read This, Fun — joy at 8:45 am on Tuesday, May 23, 2006

This made me laugh.

(I stole that from Bookslut.)

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