Fridays Just Got Good Again

Ojalá! So I know I just used that word wrong but I am just too exciting. Everyone's favorite stoner weekly is back! Pot Psychology is back in our lives and we shall toke up to the gods in appreciation. But before that why did that bitch have to guest? I love the show, but not when the woman talking about masturbation and competing babies sometimes looks JUST like my mom. It's just not enjoyable at all. But I'll talk what I can get when it comes to this.

So Long Sasha!

I was actually just thinking earlier today whether or not Sasha Cohen was still queen of my figure skating heart (especially when I have a major boner for Evan Lysacek) but her reign ended five minutes ago when I saw this:

Johnny Weir you have stolen my heart! I mean, what attitude! What spandex! And those moves! You know homeboy choreographed those at home in front of his bedroom mirror singing into his hairbrush. I just love, love, love it. So even though he's the queen for now, he better watch out because if Sasha and Ev ever team up to do some sort of interpretive dance to "Love Me For Me" or "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!" I might just explode with joy. So watch out Johnny. These two got their game faces on now. Well, Sasha's is more of a bored expression and Evan's just giving me the sexy eye to meet him out back, but you get the point.

What About Bagels?

In between classes and obsessively checking my e-mail to hear back from job/intern opportunities I do what every other college student does (or maybe just Sarah and Willie). I read blogs. And lots of them. Today, Boing Boing led me to this website The Toaster Project. Apparently this guy is trying to make a toaster from scratch, real scratch, mining the shit and all. While reading his account I came across this line:

'Are toasters worth the inhuman scale on which they're produced?'

I'm was taken aback. Shocked. Offended, even. Have bagels become so forgettable, so uneccessary, that one of the keys to their deliciousness' very existance has come into question?!? What an outrage, an absolute outrage. Then I realized-that guy was right. Fuck the toaster. It isn't worth it. He needs to just give up on that waste of space and make a full on toaster oven from scratch! That way once he's done he can have a real celebration with bagels, pizza bagels, fish sticks, Cosco dinosaur chicken nuggets,...it's a magic box, it really is.

And normally I hate remakes of childhood favorites, but the more I think about it, the cooler I'd be with a Brave Little Toaster one where he's a toaster oven instead. Then he could carry and protect little smaller appliances in his wonderful carrying pouch, like an electric kangaroo!

Fox That!

So everywhere I turn today all I can hear about is Chris Brown's major beatdown on RiRi. Breaks my heart it really does.

That's why when I found this video on Dlisted it really brightened my cloudy, cloudy day. Enjoy.

Times of Turmoil

It's been a very stressful Tuesday with not one, not two, but three things now weighing on my mind before I attempt to pull an early nighter (as is my Tuesday tradition).
So while doing my pre-bed blog perusal I found myself looking at a lot of pictures of little Suri Cruise and I couldn't help but wonder if when I was growing up I looked like her. This wouldn't be an issue if I thought I looked like cute Suri being carried around instead of B'scuse Me Suri being dragged around by Mama K. I did some Photoshop to ease my worries. I don't think it helped.

So in addition to my "Do I look like an ugly Suri Cruise?" worries I also started watching Mad Men today. That means I have to deal with my "I never want to get married" fears, "If I had lived in the 50s I'd love to go shopping and things would actually fit" depression, and "Will I have a life now that I've started watching it because I'm so hooked" questions.

Like I said, it's been a hard day. The worst part of all is yet to come though.

I ran out of Sour Neon Gummy Worms!!! They were the last remnants of my K-Mart candy run! I'm absolutely lost without them. How could they do this to me? And in my time of need, no less.

Finally

John Mayer is finally coming to his senses and moving away from that crap he calls music and going to his true calling: comedy.

For all you Mayernites out there just watch this and I dare you to tell me that "Your Body Is A Wonderland" is better than this. I dare you.

Merry Chuckin Christmas

So it's Christmas again. Time for presents and waffles and lounging around the house all day. So while I'm sitting here in bed drinking out of my new CamelBak water bottle (I don't even have to sit up to drink!) and wait for the MegaVideo time limit to lapse so I can continue watching Battlestar I've been enjoying the Interweb. More specifically watching videos of Chuck Bass on YouTube. I've always been such a big fan of Wincest and even though Chuck isn't a ghosthunter in love with his brother I totally dig the Chuck/Nate vids. Plus there are even Ed/Chace ones, which also fall in line with my Wincest obsession (everyone knows the two Dean's are doing it in real life).

My point is that while watching gay fan vids and Chuck tributes I noticed something kind of disturbing. So many of the terrible and trashy background songs and personal favorites of mine. Hell, Cry Me A River has been a ringtone of mine for over a year and Toxic has been my voicemail since I was 15 or 16. This is like loving theme songs or commercial jingles...but trashier. I have the music taste of a 14 year old girl with lifesize posters of Jake Gyllenhall on her wall (I actually used to have a lifesize Zac Efron but it fell down. I do still have my Will Smith cutout and my Frodo). I'm totally still a trashy tween at heart and I'm Ok with that.

On another note out of all the videos I watched none made me laugh more than this one. Could they not have at least changed up the picture? Everytime I watch it I just cannot contain myself when he starts repeating "I'm" and talking about how he's delicate. It's a really top notch video. Classy, well made. Art, really.