RIP Toshiba Tablet

It's sad but true... my tablet decided to kind of... kill itself while I was out seeing Grindhouse this Saturday. I came back and it was going nuts, so I restarted it and was never able to get back to my full Windows operating system. Had to play in Safe Mode for the next two days. I ran all kinds of trouble shooting by myself, with my dad, and with the people at our tech support. Seems that the integrity of my harddrive was F-ed. So I sent it back to our headquarters in NJ today. It'll get there early tomorrow morning, then hopfully get back here either Wednesday or Thursday. Brought back from the dead, somewhat like Jesus.

Anywho, this photo is like I was on Saturday, Sunday, and the early part of today. Lame, but so, so true.

Also, I'd give Grindhouse about a.. B in the grand grading scheme. Rodriguez kicks Tarantino's ass. Hands down.

And A Trashy Valentine's Day to You

Wanted to send some love and trashiness your way from Steve and I. We both decided to forego the silliness of normal Valentine's and went with chain restaurants and ridiculous clothing. It was great.. besides waiting forever for a table. But we had tons of fun taking photos. And we wanted you to see. Hope you all had a lovely, trashtastic V-Day!

These Are My Loveys

And they snuggle on the couch and it's super cute. This is what I found when I came home from church two weeks ago.

This One's For You, Zoe

So... I got this amazing piece of mail a couple weeks ago. It was all brown-bag looking and had this weird bulky feel to a small part of it. And I had no freaking idea what it was. But then I saw it was from Zoe in Oregon and I was pretty excited.

And then I carefully opened up the crazy makeshift brown envelope and found the one award I'd been craving ever since I had friends who worked at Starbuxies... a MUG award! And Zoe wrote the sweetest shit all over it.

Here goes:

"Dear Sam!

You have deserved a MUG award every single day you have known a friend who worked at Starbucks. Because 1.) You're the best, 2.) You love to hate everyone we do, and 3.) You have to hear so much about it, it's like you work there too. And you probably should have been paid for that time. Your MUG dreams have finally come true. Congratulations, Sam. Wear this pain with utter shame.

Love you,

Your Partner, Zoe"

And for those of you who aren't cool enough to have all of your friends be Starbuxies employees at one point in their lives, here's what a MUG award is- "The MUG Award helps partners (employees) recognize co-workers for 'Moves of Uncommon Greatness' that help them achieve their goals. It's a way of saying 'Thanks for helping me out, I couldn't have done it without you!'"

And... now I finally have one. See how proud I am?

Sometimes Steve Makes Me LOL

Like this time, last Saturday night when we had this text message conversation:

Steve: Just ate a cheese burger hot dog from 711. Wasnt that good. Please dont break up with me
Me: LOL! We're def done. Guess that measn I don't have to move to LA.
Steve: Ive already induced vomiting and will brush my teeth. Please baby its not what it looks like. You know i love you and not that hot dog. Gimmie just one more chance

Man, those hot dog things are so disgusting. He's ruwl lucky I like him so much. Just sayin'.
They're so gross, in fact, that 7-Eleven doesn't even have photos of them/a listing for them on their official site. LOL.. amazing. Otherwise, there'd be really gross photos for you to see. Perhaps I'll take some pictures when I'm next in one of the stores. Yuck.

A Tribute to the Greatest Show of All Time

... I don't think I'm exagerating in any way here. I really would argue with anyone that Buffy the Vampire Slayer is truly one of the best and most successful shows of all time. The best, in fact. The ultimate show.

And after several (read: almost three) years of fighting our way through all 7 seasons... Jill, Kathy, and I all finished the last episode one week ago. We had five episodes left.. and just plowed right through them. And when it finally came to the last moments of the last episode of the 7th season... it was a little sad, but a really triumphant time. It's a huge accomplishment. I'm really proud of us... and really happy we were able to bond over it. Like I told the Lesbians that night, I really don't know if I could feel closer to any friends than I do with them after having stuck it out for so long. And by that... what I think I mean is that... no matter where we are, I have no fear that we'll still be just as close. I'm going to miss them a lot... more than anything else Boston could possibly offer me nowadays, but it'll be okay. I'm not afraid of losing them.

And even though we'll be saying goodbye for quite a while in just a few days, it's not going to change anything. And in celebration of that, and also of finishing Buffy... I give you our celebratory photos from last weekend of Buffy watching.

What Are You Thinking, Boston?

No, really.. what are you thinking? I read the Metro the other day and was shocked to find a story about how the whole city intends to ban trans fats. What?? Just cuz New York City does it doesn't mean it 1.) makes sense, and 2.) is even possible. How in God's name do you intend to accomplish this? And for what purpose? Food is food. If people want to eat trans fats, I would certainly hope they'd be available to them to eat. What is this, prohibition on fattiness? People will cross state lines just to juice their arteries up with trans fats. Sheesh.


So, the other night while talking about this with my Lesbians, I made a statement. Here it is, in the form of a lovely photo up above. Trans fat friendly, and proud of it. Gotta love those trannies.

Looks like I'm getting out of here just in time--- I'll miss the fat-hating bans *and* the T fare hike. Wooha!

Hilariously Inappropriate--- Remember When He Was In A Disney Movie?

"There's other kinds of sexual things in the Olympics. There's the luge.. which.. I have only one question. What drunken German gynecologist invented that sport?? What guy went.. ::in German accent:: You know what? I want to dress like a sperm, shove an ice skate in my ass, and go balls first down an ice shoot. Yeah! That would be fun! No, this is for pussies. How will you steer? I will use Keigels. I will flex my ass and go down like that. Yeah!"


"Males cats have that whole thing where they're walking around going.. 'That's mine!' ::squirts water from crotch-level water bottle on stage:: 'Mine!' ::does it again:: 'That's mine too!' ::again::"

-Robin Williams: Live on Broadway

Sometimes There Are No Words...

No words for how happy certain things... certain people... make me. Especially on certain special days. Thank you. I can't wait to thank you in person.

"I Knew It Was You, Jerome. You Broke My Heart. You Broke My Heart!"

I've looked high and low for the quote to go along with this mini rant, but I can't find it anywhere online. I'll keep looking because I'm so mad, but for now I will just post this photo, explain, and say that Jerome Bettis has fallen quite a distance in my eyes as of last night.

The pre-game show for the Indy v. NE game of course included our favorite sports commentators up at their little desk. And they start talking about Pittsburgh's devastatingly frustrating loss to the Broncos which happened only a half hour before. And then they turn to Jerome Bettis and say, "Bus, is the season over for Pittsburgh?"

And he responds with something like this:
Yes the season is definitely over. (This is pretty much true, so this isn't the problem)
Pittsburgh is just a bad football team. A bad team. (And then he goes on to explain the whys and wherefores. Don't get me wrong.. we made a ton of mistakes. We didn't get it done like we should have. But our stats are kind of amazing. Ben threw for 400+ yards yesterday. So it's not that we're a bad football team. It's that things aren't clicking. But if you add 400+ yards to good communication and movement on the field [thank God we're running decent plays again] and subtract all the fuck ups, interceptions, fumbles, and dumb moves... imagine what you could have.)

So don't tell me we're a bad football team, Jerome. And if you, in fact, think that.. then take your damn superbowl ring off and give it to someone who would appreciate it.

Cities vs. Rural Town (aka Farmland)

Steve and I had a debate tonight on the phone about which was better. So I wanted to show some photos of the difference. You decide.

Although the contest is not really all that fair because Pittsburgh looked *beautiful* this day. And, really, looks beautiful every day. But still.

Remember that if you vote for Pittsburgh, you may be damning me to a soulless life in L.A. So, please, think of my soul.