Archive for November, 2008

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Southern Belles Need 22 Beer Coozies

November 29, 2008
For those of you that hail from places that do not sell fried pickles. These are "coozies".

For those of you that hail from places that do not make fried pickles. These are "coozies".

Last night I went to my Southern Belle n20511790_32269142_61241friend’s apartment.  She is moving and needed just a skosh of help packing… just a skosh.  My first duty was to tackle the kitchen.  That’s where I found her collection of twenty-two beer coozies.  Let me repeat that.  That’s where I found her collection of TWENTY-TWO beer coozies.  TWENTY-TWO.  That’s exactly twenty-one more than one coozie which is all anyone needs…which is a superfluous amount to begin with.

The SB is from Alabama and it’s like a law or something for them to have at least five coozies on their person at all times.  Coozies are a southern phenomenon I think.  My Cliff Clavinism on this is that it gets hot in the south…cold bottles of beer sweat in the heat…when bottles perspire they become slippery and people drop them…southerners hate dropping and wasting beer.  Coozies provide added grippage while keeping beverages icy cold.   You’re welcome.

The practical minimalist in me couldn’t keep her mouth shut and I told SB that she needed to get rid of…all of them.  She was not having that so we negotiated down to fifteen coozies.  Good Will is in possession of seven cared for and loved coozies because even poor people deserve cold beer.

Please know that she is still the proud owner of a leopard print coozie with a black faux fur trim, a USA pride coozie and at least two coozies advertising over the counter herpes medication (she works in healthcare).

I wonder what the marketing team for the herpes meds coozie was thinking.  If I had to pitch the idea, I’d say that people who prioritize protecting their beer probably won’t prioritize protecting their naughty bits and when you don’t protect your naughty bits you may get herpes and as long as you’re protecting your beer you should know what herpes meds will cool your burning naughty bits.  Because I guess herpes meds are sort of a “naughty bits coozie”.  You’re welcome.

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Niacin Is My Kryptonite

November 26, 2008
Superman is not quite himself on Kryptonite.
Superman is not quite himself on Kryptonite.

My attempts to “keep it healthy” are not working out for me so much. 

Yesterday at around 2pm I took my multi-vitamin, a B-50 complex and a niacin tablet.  I had taken these only a couple of times before and never all at once.  It only took 10 minutes before  my face, ears, chest and arms were completely crimson and en fuego.  I looked and felt like I fell asleep in a tanning bed for a week.
I’ve never experienced anything like that.  I thought at first that I had been bitten by something.  I tell my boss that I think I need to go to the hospital.   He took one look at me and just said, “Yeah, let’s get you to a hospital.”
I spent the rest of the afternoon in the ER waiting room looking like an ad for Coppertone SPF (“Don’t let this happen to you on vacation”).
According to Dewey Finn,  you’re not hardcore unless you live hardcore.  So Amy Winehouse can be jealous because the diagnosis was that I OD’d on niacin.  Try to make me go to rehab, and I will say, “NO NO NO.”
I am back to paleness today but still feeling weird.  They gave me some Benadryll and I went to sleep at 8pm last night, which I don’t think I’ve done since the 6th grade.  I am off the niacin until the next time I want to get out of work early.
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It’s Friday, yo.

November 21, 2008

 

I now do the "Dance of Joy".

I now do the "Dance of Joy".

 Dance of Joy

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Quantum of Sexy Leaves Me Looking Unholy

November 21, 2008

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Last night Coobs coobs1 and I went to see Quantum of Solace in Ballston and it was tremendous sexy good times.  I loved Casino Royale and this latest 007 installment did not disappoint.  Daniel Craig, were you made by the “Seximus Maximus” choir of angels?  Where did you come from?  You are so dreamy it almost makes me angry.  Almost.

So thanks to Coobs for putting up with my commentarty during the film which included a lot of “Damn.” and “yeah, that’s right.  uh-huh.” and my treasured one eyebrow raised “oh, really”.  It was his second time seeing the flick so I didn’t feel SO terrible.

I walked to the metro stop all juiced up from the film and I must have looked particulary sinful because I was approached by a fresh faced young man in a suit.  “Hello, miss.  Are you waiting for a friend?  I’d love to chat with you for a moment.”  He looked like he should have been in an ad for a Salt Lake City big brother/ little brother program.   It was very cold out and Daniel Craig was no where near so my tolerance level for random chat with strangers was at a minimum. 

Before he could go on, I interrupted and said, “I’m sorry, but who are you with?”  and still grinning he said, “Well, I am a missionary with the Church of…”

I interrupted again now noticing that he was wearing a name tag that had the “Church of Jesus Christ Latter Day Saints” on.   Mormons. 

I decided to not go with an ascerbic response because this kid just looked so hopeful.  So with a big smile on my face, I told a half truth and said: ”Oh I see.  Well, I’m Catholic.  So I’m covered.” 

He said, “Well that’s just great.  You have a great evening.”  And I did.

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PJ Harvey, Miss Havisham called…

November 18, 2008

Once again my beloved Independent Film Channel delivers.  I was watching Music Blast and they played a live performance of PJ Harvey singing “White Chalk”.  This album is a year old and I am a little late in the commentary on this, but then again NONE OF YOU TOLD ME ABOUT HER OUTFIT EITHER.

PJ, I love you.  I’ve loved you back when I was very young and still unknown to man.  So for a whole three weeks I’ve loved you. That being said, why are you trying to scare me?  You look like you came out of Turn of the Screw.  And you know what?  That book scared the shit out of me!  

I know you’re pushing 40 and reinvention is the key to longevity in the business of show but could you please go back to your riot girl-sad-coffee-shop-grunge-but-with-sassy-red-lipstick ‘tude that made me so jealous of you in high school.  Singing sad songs in a wedding dress is just about as good a model for feminism as Sarah Palin.  Ah, I’m just kidding.  I don’t think it’s that severe.  I just wanted to make a hack joke about Palin.  Friends?  K.

So I bought your album anyway because it’s awesome.

“The Piano” is tres chilling as well.