Going away present

I have two weeks left at my job. Sad isn't a strong enough word to describe how I feel about it. Forlorn maybe. It's not a bad thing. I am really excited about the next phase in my life, and I think my sadness about leaving is a testament to how wonderful my last five years have been and how happy I have been at my job. I work with the kindest and most loyal people imaginable. I'm at an age where most of my friends have a job for one or two years, an apartment for one or two years, and then move to the next thing, be that a new city, grad school, new job, whatever. But I was lucky enough to find a great life right after college, one that I wanted to stick with as long as reasonable. And the time has come to move on. And I am ready, but I am sad to let go too. I've always been pretty sentimental. Once when I was younger (though old enough that it was weird), my mom sold a car that she owned for a really long time. I sat in the garage with the car and sobbed for hours. I grow attached very easily and perhaps leaving a job or an apartment reminds me of all the other things that might also get left behind intentionally or unintentionally. To save this post from entering the overly sappy category, I leave you with the parting gift my building gave to me today. Three pigeons on my office windowsill doing it. A pigeon orgy. It was a sight to behold, one that I have never witnessed before, and I really wish I would have cleaned my windows at some point this year so that my pictures would have been less obscured. Actually, I didn't get a photo of them humping, they got camera shy and stopped. But I do have a photo of their post-coital chilling. I couldn't ask for a more appropriate send off.

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Top Ten Bonin' Songs- By Martin from Culturephiles

I was proud and honored to be invited to be – as far as I know – the first guest-poster on this, America's Favorite Blog. Eatingbears has been one of my favorites since its inception, so I am both thankful for the opportunity to post here, and hopeful that I will be able to live up to the high standards set by this blog's Mama Bear.
All that aside, my solemn charge was to provide my Top Ten Bonin' Songs. That's a lofty goal, considering the vast numbers of songs out there, the various styles and types of bonin' (even more types/styles than just "fast" or "slow," if you can believe it!), and the different moods that might inspire one to bone. I realized pretty quickly I could either spend three weeks meticulously combing my music library, or just put together the songs that popped out at me as I scrolled through my trusty iPod. It will probably come as no surprise that I have opted for the latter, considerably less rigorous, method. So I guess I think of this as less of a strict Top Ten List and more of a Ten Great-Jumping-Off-Points List. In making this list, I've also found that I am much more of a slow, soulful bone-song guy than a fast-paced, rough-riding bone-song guy. For what it's worth. At any rate, without further ado, and in no particular order:

Stairway to Heaven, Led Zepplin – My friend Joe, during a long van ride home to Chicago from Boston, described in graphic detail how he would make love to a woman to this song. I'm talking extremely graphic detail. For the ENTIRE song. That's no small feat, as it is a really long song. At any rate, I have always wanted to recreate his detailed lovemaking moves to this song. That probably won't ever happen, but I have to include this song on the list for that reason.

Coldplay's breakthrough album "Parachutes" is a great bonin' album, and Shiver is probably the best bonin' song off of it. Spies is actually a better song, but maybe not QUITE as good for bonin'. And Sparks might even be a better bonin' song than Shiver! Man, it's just a great album for bonin'. Too bad Coldplay will never do anything half as good ever again. (Yeah, I said it.)

Fast as You Can, Fiona Apple – I think this one is reasonably self-explanatory.

The Golden Age, Beck - don't let it distract you that "Sea Change" is one of the saddest records ever made, seemingly about, I can only assume, an absolutely earth-shattering breakup. It's also one of the great late-night records of all time, and this is a great late night slow-bone song. But only for slow bonin' late at night; this isn't gonna pep you up for a sunny, afternoon quick-bone or anything.

Cayman Islands, Kings of Convenience – this sweet, small song might be better suited for post-bonin' cuddling, but the gentle harmonies and lulling melody and exotic title/setting make for a great sunlit afternoon bone, when you can imagine yourself bonin' on the actual Cayman Islands. Unless you have really boned on the Cayman Islands, in which case a song by a Norwegian duo will probably do nothing to remind you of that experience.

Evening on the Ground (Lilith's Song), Iron & Wine – it's got an intensity and persistent drive that you need for bonin'. Also, there is a lyric "we were born to fuck each other one way or another" which, obviously, has more readings than just the obvious bonin' meaning, but you can't entirely discount the obvious bonin' meaning either! (Also, my apologies: the only YouTube link I could find for this song is a "fanvid" for the deceased (but beloved?) tv show Roswell! Wow, THAT makes me a bit uncomfortable with this pick.)

Hallelujah, Jeff Buckley – the somewhat obvious choice for long, slow, soulful, unbroken-eye-contact bonin'. Even though the song is primarily about the unendurable difficulty -- perhaps impossibility! -- of truly loving another person. (I am finding though, in creating this list, that good bonin' songs are much more about mood and sound than lyric. I guess that makes sense: who would pay attention to rhyme schemes and metaphors mid-bone?)

The Moneymaker, Rilo Kiley – it's got a down-and-dirty bass line, and some real kick-drum punch. Not all bonin' songs can be sensitive and tender. Lead singer Jenny Lewis successfully integrates suggestive moans into a song without quite sounding like Donna Summer in "Love to Love You Baby" (which wouldn't be a bad bonin' song either, now that I think about it). This video's emphasis on sad, tawdry porn isn't great, but the song by itself is pretty hot in a down & dirty way.

Secret Garden, Springsteen – this song (and video, natch) makes me think of Renee Zellweger back in '96 when she was hot in a weird way, instead of being totally gross in a weird way, a la today. If it's a problem for your bonin' partner that you might be thinking of old-fashioned, weird-hot Zellweger while bonin' this might not be a good pick for you. Or if your bonin' partner has always thought that Zellweger was weird-gross (a valid contention, she's always been on the razor's edge).

Nude, Radiohead – totally unintelligible, but moody and romantic and evocative. And the title is NUDE! Come ON! It's got to be good for bonin', even if I have absolutely no idea whatsoever what the song might actually be about. Intimacy? Emotional nakedness? Nah. Bonin'!!!

Bonus Bone Track:
Your Body is a Wonderland, John Mayer – just kidding! (Or am I?)



NOTE FROM EATINGBEARS PUBLISHER: Points go to Martin for the most use of the word bone or any derivation in a single blog post. Well done.

GUESTS!

Clearly I've been an uninspired blogger lately. Martin, from Culturephiles, noted my blog's recent illness, and perhaps death, and suggested it needed reviving. Reviving indeed! This suggestion sparked what I think may be one of the greatest ideas ever created. In order to breath a little life into Eating Bears, I asked Martin to be the first of hopefully many guest bloggers on this site. He obliged, on the condition that I write a guest blog for him. We chose a topic that fit both of our blog themes, his being all things cultural and mine being general depravity, often in the form of lists, and came up with a top ten list of songs to bone to. We would each come up with our own list, including justifications, and share them on each others blog. I am really excited about this idea because I have a lot of blogs I read that are pretty fantastic, and I would love to get their action on my site. Plus, it might get me out of a little blogging while still placating my adoring fans...all 5 of you. So, if you have a blog, and I read it, just be ready for me to ask you to guest star on Eating Bears. And if you wish to publish under a pseudonym to protect your good name from the tarnish associated with this site, that could be possibly be arranged. You can check out my list at Culturephiles.

Whose got the funk?

I am in a seriously funky mood today (maybe a little yesterday too). So, I honor of this funk (and maybe in an effort to get it out of my system) I am going to make a list of funky things.

Funk (or more specifically things that gross me out or piss me off):

1. Feet (looking at them, touching them, anything having to do with them)
2. Flip flops, especially on men, anywhere except the beach or a public shower (see above)
3. Pepsi
4. Popcorn kernels that get stuck forever in your teeth.
5. Parking tickets for expired meters that are issued less than five minutes before you get there
6. Prom hair
7. Excessive horn honking
8. Long finger nails on men
9. Men in skinny jeans
10. Doing dishes
11. Ordering transcripts
12. Flat pop
13. Slow computers
14. Expired milk, yogurt, sour cream, etc. (especially when you forget, and count on them being viable when you are planning your evening)
15. Hummers (the car, not the BJ)
16. Having to pee really bad, but not wanting to get out of your chair
17. Menstruation
18. Getting rained on when it's cold
19. When women who play sports wear bows and ribbons in their hair
20. Rhinestones
21. Cigarettes
22. Movie theater bathrooms
23. People chewing with their mouth open
24. Gum smacking

In an effort to break my funk, I've been watching this, thanks to Tina, and it has really been helping. Also, I'm getting pretty good at a lot of those moves.

and, for no reason...

The thing I really would like to eat right now:

1. Cream filled powdered dougnut

Women's Locker Room: Vortex of Crazy

For the second day in a row there has been a woman in her mid fifties just sitting in the locker room for over an hour doing nothing. Both yesterday and today, she was there when I came in, and she was there when I left in the exact same position. Yesterday, she was in her underwear, eyes closed, headphones on, chin resting on chest, just sitting there. I almost went up to her yesterday to see if she was alright (ie. alive). But she was perched on a stool, and I figured if she was dead or unconscious, she would probably fall over. Today she was sitting on the couch in her swimsuit. Eyes closed, headphones on. She was there from the moment I got there to the time I left, doing the exact same thing. Here are some ideas I've been tossing around regarding what she might possibly be doing (not in order of likeliest).


1. Embracing an out of body experience
2. Strengthening her core
3. Trying to remember her locker combination
4. Communing with the dead
5. Getting the Led out
6. Conducting a sit in to protest her monthly fee
7. Air drying
8. Listening to self hypnosis tapes
9. Meditating
10. Writing the great American novel in her head
11. Practicing telepathy with her hubby in the men's locker room
12. Making everyone around her uncomfortable

It had been awhile since I went to the gym, so I am eager to see if this behavior continues (both the lady sitting without clothes for hours and my continued pursuit of health and fitness. Given her demonstrated commitment and dedication to whatever she is doing, I suggest placing money on her.).

Headspace: Thoughts 1-11

Thoughts that have been occupying my headspace lately (in no order of importance to me):

1. How nervous was Daniel Radcliffe when he performed full frontal nudity on stage after months of hype?
- What were his biggest fears? Not living up to size expectations? Becoming aroused? Cellulite?

2. Are there non virgins who have never had their boobs felt/ felt a boob?

3. Why is Tina Fey so funny and how can I become her? And if I cannot become her, how can I befriend her in a non creepy way?

4. Why would anyone ever send me this website (WARNING: Contains pictures of poo)? And why did I look at it twice?

5. Do people who use the internet for dating have something seriously wrong with them, and if so, does that mean that since I have used the internet for dating, I have something seriously wrong with me?

6. Am I less charming in person than I think I am in my head (because that would explain a thing or two)?

7. Why do dressing rooms ever, EVER, use harsh overhead lighting and mirrors that make you look anything other than 10 pounds lighter?

8. If I had to pick only one song to karaoke, would it be something from Led Zeppelin or would it be the Ying Yang Twins? Which would get more applause if I actually sang it with conviction and without gasping for breath?

9. Are there people who really like going to the dentist?

10. Do anti-Semites hate matzo ball soup just on principle?

11. How weird will it be to dissect a human in medical school? Will it be weirder having my fellow classmates do OMM on me? Especially when they have to touch my butt? Will it be weirder for me to do it on them? Will I want to be partnered with someone I'm attracted to, someone I'm unattracted to or someone of my same sex (attractive or not)? What if someone (especially me) passes gas during the process? Is there anything one could say (either the person who did the deed or who heard it) to make that less awkward and uncomfortable? Can you ask someone out on a date while you are manipulating their skeletal system? Does that fall into the category of creepy?

Please feel free to provide answers to these questions. The more honest, the better.

40 X 365: 37. A Man Without Love!

37. A Man Without Love!

I can listen to this song over and over and still not get tired of it. I imagine it is an anthem for broken hearted, emotionally sensitive yet repressed men who need Engelbert Humperdinck’s words to truly express their loneliness.

Engelbert Humperdinck - A Man Without Love

A Man Without Love - From the Movie Cigarettes and Romance (starring James Gandolfini)

40 X 365: 36. Meringues!

36. Meringues!

Clouds of sugary bliss, why do I eat you until I’m ill? How do you pull me back for just one more? Is it because you are fat free? Maybe, but more likely it’s my total lack of self control.

A weekend devoted to me!

So, I think it has become painfully obvious that I have fallen a little behind. Not to say I'm giving up on 40X365, but let's just say 365 may not happen in 365 days. Or ever. But I will try.

Before I make an attempt to get back into it, I wanted to take a moment to recap what was probably the best weekend of my life, until now or ever. It was my birthday this past weekend and with the help of some friends, it was the event of my life. Actually, it was like my wedding, but without having to share the attention with a stupid groom. My beautiful, sneaky, resourceful friend Tina flew in to celebrate with me. She took me out to eat at the most insanely intense restaurant I have ever been to where we enjoyed not one, not two, but 24 freaking courses. It was weird, it was delicious, it was awesome. Without my knowledge, Ms. Tina (who, I can't say this enough, went above and beyond the expectations of what a friend should do), along with Erin and Alexis and many others, planned the most incredible celebration ever. Alexis and Erin (in the most decisive moment of their life) helped plan a dinner at a delicious Lebanese restaurant complete with belly dancer. Man, do they know me (after 17 and 13 years, they better. What's more incredible, they still like me after all that time). Erin, despite not using the penis mold I specifically requested, made a 600 calorie a slice s'mores cake that will be served at my actual wedding. Then we went to this funky ass lounge Tina found where I was greeted by 30 of my closest friends. Seriously, I have never felt more loved in my life. My wonderful old roommates Nemo and Matt trekked from out of town to be there. I danced like a fool, drank entirely too much, and have 129 incriminating photos of myself and many others. I have realized that I have the best friends anyone could ever ask for and I am a really lucky duck. To those of you who were there and read this, I love you, and can't begin to thank you enough. I've never felt so special, and no group of people could ever make me feel as good. I should have a birthday every week.

You can understand after an event like this, it is hard to get back to my favorite things, because they were all encompassed in one weekend and 40 words isn't nearly enough to express just how awesome it was. This was a brief and superficial synopsis, but any attempt to dig deeper or share more would cheapen it. Thanks with all of my bloody, beating heart is all I can say.

Note: As all of this was planned without my knowledge, I have only heard bits and pieces of who planned what and how it came together. If I credited anyone incorrectly, or worse, didn't give credit where credit was due, I apologize. You all were just too crafty and successful in putting me off your scent and too humble to ever own up to what you did. All the same, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Bottomless Basket of Awesome

In accordance with my favorite things, my clever, beautiful friend Lara made me a birthday present consisting of ...my favorite things. The best part? She knew many things that I hadn't even posted about, and even got a few that later became posts (she bought them before I wrote about them). The contents of the most incredible basket ever:

Many coke zeros
Many boxes of peeps
Nag Champa insense
Gift Certificate to Tapas
Three deluxe chocolate bars
Pachouli soap (that's specifically not just for hippies!)
Body scrub that smells like heaven
Bubble bath that smells like cookies
Aveda body wash, shampoo and conditioner
Two bite brownies from Whole Foods
The first season of the Office
The sweetest card ever
A beautiful woven basket

I actually feel like I am leaving some stuff out, but that is just how overflowing with wonderfulness this thing was. Lara is a new mom and the fact that she had time to put this together blows me away. I don't know what I did to deserve this (most days I feel like I want to kidnap her baby) but I'll take it. Actually, she gave this to me a few days before my birthday and within three days the peeps, brownies, 2 chocolate bars and coke zeros were gone.

40 X 365: 35. Peeps!

35. Peeps!

Marshmallow heaven, I delight in you most when you look like a freshly sprung chick. On what Jesus gave us I’m not entirely clear, but on the basis that Easter is celebrated by gorging on peeps clearly he is awesome.

3 Little Peeps, all in a row.

40 X 365: 34. Friends You've Known Since Childhood!

34. Friends You’ve Known Since Childhood!

They knew you with braces and bad perms and neon clothing and pimples and jealousy and parachute pants and no taste in music and insecurity and violent tendencies and pettiness and puberty. And despite it all they still like you.

I may look awkward with my braces now, Tiffany, but just you wait. Once this perm grows out and I get my retainer I will be the popular one. In fact, I noticed my training bra was feeling a little tight lately. Womanhood here I come.

40 X 365: 33. Chicago

33. Chicago!
Driving down Lake Shore Drive, I imagine curling up under your concrete and being tucked in for the night. To be honest, I am pretty proud we are the fattest city. We love life and sausages here with equal abandon.

The Beautiful Sights of Chicago

Lake Michigan, Lake Shore Drive, the skyline...

...and big, fat dudes with encased meat. What's not to love?

40 X 365: 32. Craigslist!

32. Craigslist!

Erotic encounters, casual connections, free stuff and rants and raves can keep me occupied for hours. Where else can you find a houseboy to clean your apartment naked for free? By God, one day I will have a missed connection.

You can get a lot of reading done in 2 years.

This article was in the Chicago Tribune yesterday:


Boyfriend: Woman Lived in Bathroom
By ROXANA HEGEMAN |Associated Press Writer

5:46 AM CDT, March 13, 2008

WICHITA, Kan. - A 35-year-old woman who sat on her boyfriend's toilet for so long that her body was stuck to the seat by the time he called police had a phobia about leaving the bathroom, the boyfriend said.

"She is an adult; she made her own decision," said her boyfriend, Kory McFarren. "I should have gotten help for her sooner; I admit that. But after a while, you kind of get used to it."

The case drew nationwide attention after Ness County Sheriff Bryan Whipple said it appeared the Ness City woman's skin had grown around the seat in the two years she apparently was in the bathroom.

"We pried the toilet seat off with a pry bar and the seat went with her to the hospital," Whipple said. "The hospital removed it."

McFarren, 36, said he can't be certain how long Pam Babcock stayed in the bathroom because "time just went by so quick I can't pinpoint how long." He said beatings she received in her childhood caused her phobia.

"It just kind of happened one day; she went in and had been in there a little while, the next time it was a little longer. Then she got it in her head she was going to stay -- like it was a safe place for her," McFarren said.

But McFarren said she moved around in the bathroom during that time, bathed and changed into the clothes he brought her. He brought food and water to her. They had conversations and had an otherwise normal relationship -- except it all happened in the bathroom.

McFarren said he finally called police Feb. 27 after he became worried because Babcock was acting groggy -- like she didn't know what was going on, except she was awake.

What emergency responders found when they went into bathroom has left residents of this small western Kansas town buzzing, and law enforcement officials incredulous.

Police found the clothed woman sitting on the toilet, her sweat pants down to mid-thigh. She was "somewhat disoriented," and her legs looked like they had atrophied, Whipple said.

"She was not glued. She was not tied. She was just physically stuck by her body," Whipple said. "It is hard to imagine. ... I still have a hard time imagining it myself."

She initially refused emergency medical services, but was finally convinced by responders and her boyfriend that she needed to be checked out at a hospital.

"She said that she didn't need any help, that she was OK and did not want to leave," he said.

Whipple said the county attorney will determine whether any charges should be filed against McFarren.

McFarren, who works at an antique store, said he has been taking care of Babcock for the 16 years they have lived together. He insisted that he tried to coax her out of the bathroom every day.

"And her reply would be, `Maybe tomorrow,'" Whipple said. "According to him, she did not want to leave the bathroom."

She was reported in fair condition Wednesday at a hospital in Wichita, about 150 miles southeast of Ness City. Whipple said she has refused to cooperate with medical providers or law enforcement investigators.

Babcock has an infection in her legs that has damaged her nerves, and there is a possibility she may wind up in a wheelchair, McFarren said.

James Ellis, a neighbor, said he had known the woman since she was a child, but that he had not seen her for at least six years.

"I don't think anybody can make any sense out of it," Ellis said.

Babcock had a tough childhood after her mother died at a young age and apparently was usually kept inside the house as she grew up, he said.

"It really doesn't surprise me," Ellis said. "What surprises me is somebody wasn't called in a bit earlier."

Far be it for me to judge other people's decisions and lives, but this article leaves me with a few questions.

1. What did the boyfriend think after two weeks of this behavior?
2. Why did he continue to feed her while she was on the toilet?
3. Where did he go to the bathroom (question provided by Steak, thanks!)
4. What did she do all day?
A. Did she read?
1. Magazines?
2. Novels?
3. Text books?
4. Autobiographies?
B. Did she write?
1. Fiction?
2. A diary, later to be turned into an autobiography?
3. Fan letters?
C. Did she watch TV?
1. Was the TV already in there?
a. Did she bring the TV in there in preparation?
b. Did the boyfriend bring the TV in to make her more comfortable?
2. Did she watch TV shows?
3. Did she watch DVDs?
D. Did she knit?
5. Did she not have other friends and family who were worried about not seeing her for 2 years?
A. And if they knew where she was, why did they not call someone?
6. What kind of meals did she eat?
7. Did they take her to the hospital with the toilet seat still attached to her ass?
8. How does an ass grow into a toilet seat?
9. Did her and the boyfriend have conversations while she was sitting there?
10. Did people come over to visit the house?
A. If they did, what explanation was given about the situation?
11. How did the paramedics keep a straight face when they saw this?
12. What was their call into the hospital like?
13. What was the straw that broke the camels back and made the boyfriend take action after two years!
14. After two years, did he even remember she was in there?
15. Why did this lady decide to stay on the toilet, and not lay in bed?
16. When she went in there and sat down, did she knew she'd be staying indefinitely?
17. Did she change her clothes in all this time? Or was it the same sweatpants around her ankles when she came out as when she went in?
18. Did the couple celebrate their anniversaries in the bathroom together?
19 And holidays?! What did they do during the holidays?
20. Did they have conversations that consisted of anything else besides, "Honey, do you think today is the day you are going to get off the toilet?"

This could go on and on. And sadly, I will probably never know the answers to most of these questions. But I guess, what's life without a little mystery?

40 X 365: 31. The Big Lebowski!

31. The Big Lebowski!
Dude and Walter, you hirsute, profanity spewing, husky, philosophical, sensitive, lovable men. Your story draws me in every time and for some inexplicable reason makes me feel at home. That rug really did tie the room together, did it not?

His girlfriend gave up her toe. She thought we'd be getting million dollars! It's not fair!


Say what you want about the tenets of national socialism, dude. At least it's an ethos.

40 X 365: 30. Skiing!

30. Skiing!

Glee is the only appropriate word to describe the soaring sensation that is skiing. For no other sport would I tolerate constant snot dripping down my nose. The parade of loud, outdated fashion helps keep your mind off the cold.

1986 called. They want their clothing back.
Also, that guys snowboard has the same pattern as they use on cardboard plates in cafeterias .

40 X 365: 29. Dinosaurs!

29. Dinosaurs!

Sometimes I sit and think about the fact that dinosaurs were real creatures roaming the earth and it blows my mind. Adult life doesn’t offer many opportunities to ponder the existence of these prehistoric beasts, and that’s a damn shame.

If me and dinosaurs had existed in the same era, this would have been me.

40 X 365: 28. Scars!

28. Scars!

They’re little reminders of the life you’ve lead and the battles you’ve fought. An absence of scars suggests a lack of curiosity, a stunted childhood and an overall loss of opportunity. Plus, they imply rebelliousness without having to wear leather.

This guy is gonna have no problem getting panties.

40 X 365: 27. Scabs!

27. Scabs!

Not the people who cross picket lines, but the effects of your body healing a wound. You can see the repairs happening before your very eyes. And God help me if picking them isn’t the most satisfying experience on earth.

Don't worry, I'm not going to put a big pussy picture of a scab. I'd like for you all to keep coming back.

40 X 365: 26. The Hungry Brain!

26. The Hungry Brain!

With your abundance of seating (mostly old, worn out couches that might have been found on the street), flattering lighting, enviable juke box, sound beer selection and grungy men, how could I do anything but fall in love with you.

Kitsch done right.

40 X 365: 25. Money!

25. Money!*

You usually smell bad, you are often filthy, sometimes you’re way to stiff and then other times you seem so fragile I feel like you’ll fall apart in front of me. And still can’t seem to get enough of you.

My dirty money wedding dress. Says I'm classy and filthy rich without being obnoxious about it.

* This 40 x 365 can also be titled "Man I will probably marry!"

40 X 365: 24. A Clean Toilet in the Middle of the Day!

24. A Clean Toilet in the Middle of the Day!

I see the tell tale blue water and I think “JACKPOT!” It’s already 2:30p, yet no one has used this toilet today. There’s nothing like taking the inaugural pee in a sanitized toilet that escaped use for the entire day.

Awesome any time of day. Awesomist at the end of the day.

40 X 365: 23. Freckles!

23. Freckles!

Nothing says youthful like a face full of freckles. I have a freckle conglomerate on my nose every summer from many year’s worth of burns. Admittedly, the line between delightfully tinted flesh and dangerous skin condition can sometimes be blurry.

Freckles: guaranteed to make anyone 73% more adorable.

40 X 365: 22. America's Funniest Home Videos (or AFV, for those in the know)!

22. America's Funniest Home Videos!

America, you can be damn stupid, and you LOVE capturing it on video. And I LOVE watching it. Every fainting groom, crotch shot and ill advised endeavor. Bob Sagat and his big-haired studio audience only ever brought you down.

A hex on you, Sagat, and your stupid voices and intros, for making America's Funniest Home Videos the joke of a show it is today (and not in the good way).

40 X 365: 21. Salt!

21. Salt!

Oh amplifier of flavor, enhancer of bland, there are few meals which you cannot make infinitely better. High blood pressure be damned! Sometimes, I wish I were a deer so sucking on a salt lick wouldn’t break with normative behavior.

So. Jealous.

Drop it like it's hawt.

My most recently watch videos on Youtube:

Swing: Savage



I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T: Webbie feat. Lil' Boosie and Lil' Phat



Drop it like it's Hot: Snoop D. O. double G. feat. Pharrell



Poison: Bel Biv Devoe



Bitch Please: Snoop Dogg Feat. Nate Dogg and Xzibit



Low: Flo Rida Feat. T-Pain


Pop, Lock and Drop it: Huey



I'll Be Dat: Redman




Basically, it's been a booty poppin' dance party all day. Anyone else ready to shake their shit this weekend?

This came up in an image search for "dancing bears". Dancing indeed.

40 X 365: 20. Girl Scout Cookies!

20. Girl Scout Cookies!

This may be more of a love/hate relationship, but damn, these cookies are good. Maybe it’s because they are created by combining the sweet, unspoiled nectar of youth, a creamy dash of capitalism and a healthy dose of chocolatey competition.

Samoas are my favorite.

Not to be confused with Samoans, which seems pretty great too.

40 X 365: 19. The Man in Head to Toe Fur!

19. The Man in Head to Toe Fur!

I am not a fur fan, but this man gets credit for originality. Most people wouldn’t dress up like the King of the Ewoks and parade around in public. Here’s to not wasting anything including the ears and the paws.

I was in the lift line behind this gentleman during my recent ski trip. Things to note: The ears on the dead animal, the feet dangling, the goggles around the dead creatures body and the nonchalance of everyone else around him. I mean, he is a walking carcass for god's sake.

Valentine's Day, revisited.

While it passed a little bit ago, I wanted to give everyone a heads up on my valentine's day. It was pretty much the "I am my own lover" day I predicted. I did receive a few valentines though, so I wasn't totally alone. First, I received the obligatory card from my parents. Touching, really. Then I received a beautifully wrapped package from a certain gentleman caller that was right up my alley (not that package or that alley, you pervs). It was the first season of 30 Rock and I have now seen every episode at least three times.

Tina Fey plus Alec Baldwin equals romance to me.

I also got my wonderful package of goodies from Alix, my Valetine's Day swap partner. I am a turd and didn't take pictures, but I covered most bases with the help of the internet. Her package to me included:

A Valentine's Day Pez dispenserI ate all three packages of pez from the dispenser, by myself, in one day.

A bath salt wonderfulness from lushThe item I received was heart shaped, but you get the gist. It smelled like heaven and made my skin so smooth my ass didn't itch from dryness for the first time this whole winter.

A rubber duckie

This little guy did indeed make bath time lots of fun. Lots and lots of fun.

And raspberry white chocolate from Starbucks and a beautiful bookmark, neither of which I could find pictures of on the internet. The chocolate was also inhaled the first day and the bookmark is placed firmly in my current read. Alix deserves some serious credit for these presents that really made my day.
I also received a specatacular Valentine from my dear friend Alexis. It was handmade, sweet and gave me something to chew for the last week.

Nothing says I love you like a box full of candy hearts all saying "I love you."

Last, but not least, Miss Vu sent me love in the form of pomegranate jelly bellys. Following a familiar pattern, the bag was consumed within an hour. They were as delicious as was the sentiment behind them.

Just as delicious as the real thing, but without the risk of staining everything within a 15 yard radius red.

I made a nice little set up for myself. I took my mini tv and dvd player into my bathroom, set it on my toilet, angled it so that I could see it while in the tub, then plugged it in. I got myself two beers and some chocolate and set them within easy reach of the tub. I filled up the bath with warm water and the bath stuff and duckie from alix. I popped in the 30 Rock from gentleman caller, pressed play, got in the tub and enjoyed one hell of an evening.

This is me enjoying my bath. Only, you know, way hotter. And without a dvd remote in one hand and a beer in the other.

The only problem was, after two beers, the bladder was a bit full, and it was a little unwieldy trying to quickly move the tv/dvd off my toilet with slippery hands, all the while trying not to electrocute myself. The mission was accomplished, but there were a couple of close calls. Overall, Valentine's Day was a great day this year. I will have to start working if I want to return it to the day of self loathing and pity it once was.

40 X 365: 18. Red Meat!

18. Red Meat!

Nothing spells delicious like a big, bloody, rare piece of beef. With the right spices and hot off the grill, I have been known to eat my weight in red meat. Make me this meal to perfection and I’m yours.

I just drooled on my keyboard.

40 X 365: 17. Facial Hair! (preferably on men)

17. Facial Hair!

There is something about a man with facial hair that makes me weak in the knees. They exude ruggedness and masculinity. You can exfoliate while making out. Plus, I hear they are eager pleasers, if you know what I mean.

Fine men made finer by facial hair:

Ryan Gosling

There are no words needed here.

George Clooney

I'm not even a Clooney fan, but his hotness cannot be denied with that salt and pepper around his mouth.

Jason Lee

I admit the hillbilly look might not be for everyone, but this 'stache brings out Jason's inner redneck and I like it. Don't judge me.

Jeff Bridges

If you want to track the origin of my beard fetish, look no further. Actually, as I'm typing this, I realize you can probably trace my overall taste in men back to the Dude, which, frankly, is pathetic.

Peter Sarsgaard

OK, I'm getting a little nervous here. I realize I first fell in love with Peter in Garden State where he played a pot smoking, living at home with his mom, grave digging loser. But he did not have a beard in that role. He is infinitely hotter here. And more distinguished. And successful. Seriously, I'm not attracted to losers.

Seth Rogen

I hereby declare my love and fidelity for Seth Rogen. You hear me Seth? Oh the things I would do for you and your facial hair. I'd shampoo it. I'd itch it. I wouldn't even complain much if you left clippings in the sink. I'm going to stop because I guarantee Seth will get his own 40 X 365, but let the record show I love him. And this picture is a two for because you see the hotness of bearded Paul Rudd on his shirt compared to the less hot beardless Paul in person.

40 X 365: 16. Pit Bulls!

16. Pit Bulls!

Sure, they have a bad reputation, but for a loyal, cuddly and playful dog, look no further than the noble American Staffordshire terrier. Nothing feels sweeter than a Pit curled up against you, its life complete just being near you.

How could you not love that face?

And Jon Stewart owns two! Can Jon Stewart be wrong?

40 X 365: 15. Prosciutto!

15. Prosciutto!

Salty, piggy goodness. I have never eaten a better sandwich than prosciutto and queso manchego. Don’t even get me started on the divinity that is prosciutto wrapped cantaloupe balls. When I die, just wrap me in a shroud of prosciutto.

Thank you, piggy.

40 X365: 14. Daniel Day-Lewis!

14. Daniel Day-Lewis!

How is it that you can completely transform yourself in every role you play? And why am I so attracted to you whenever you play a character with a big bushy mustache? I’ll drink your milkshake. I’ll drink it up!

Now that's what I call a man.

40 X 365: 13. Flea Markets!

13. Flea Markets!

Corn on a stick? Check! Fat people in tight ass shorts? Check! A bin of doll heads? Check! Flea markets are pure Americana: antiques, costume jewelry, weird collectables and fried foods. Or, to sum it up in one word: heaven.

You mean, you are looking for a gently used stuffed monkey, hedgehog and duck? Well, my friend, you've come to the right place!

40 X 365: 12. Tapas!

12. Tapas!

Choosing is so overrated. Tapas, you give me the opportunity to choose over and over again. Patas Bravas? Don’t mind if I do. Queso de Cabra, if you had a car and the ability to pay bills, I’d marry you.

40 X 365: 11. Audiobooks!

11. Audiobooks!

In traffic, I haven’t a care in the world as I’m read a story like in kindergarten. What more efficient use of time than hearing the classics, or Stephen King, read by someone imitating the voice of the opposite gender?

A favorite amongst favorites. I mean, can you seriously beat William DaFoe for a narrator? He could have been reading the back of a shampoo bottle and it would have been the best thing I ever heard.

40 X 365: 10. Gchat!

10. Gchat!

Is there a better way of wasting time, forging relationships, flirting and conveying information than gchat? Who needs to talk to actual human beings and risk face to face humiliation when there are emoticons to take that risk for you?

I care just enough about you to use you as a means for procrastination.

40 X 365: 9. Beef Barley Soup!

9. Beef Barley Soup!

The day I spotted you in the middle school cafeteria, I knew we would have a long lasting relationship. While nothing is perfect, and I could do without your cooked carrots, your brain shaped barley wins me over every time.

Stranded

Good day Bears fans. I have been stranded in the wilderness of Vermont, thus the no posting and falling behind on 40 X 365. All will be rectified by this weekend. I know you've missed me. I know it has been painful. But with good communication and a little bit of tenderness, I know we will get passed this.

Since I have neglected you, here is a little valentine for your patience.

A different kind of bare altogether. Hopefully, everyone can kind find something to enjoy here.

40 X 365: 8. Coke Zero!

8. Coke Zero!

When I switched from regular Coke to Diet it felt like leaving behind my best friend. When I discovered Coke Zero it was like I met someone who resembled my friend but was funnier, richer, more attractive AND calorie free.

40 X 365: 7. Making Out!

7. Making Out!

Is there any more pleasurable activity than making out like the ship was going down with someone you actually like? A little drool here, a little nip there. Granted, this assumes that your partner doesn’t attempt to eat your epiglottis.

These kids are freak nasty. Not only are the nuded up, but they also have their eyes open! I guess this is how it goes before puberty unleashes a slew body insecurities that require both parties to keep their eyes squeezed shut and, for the love of god, the lights off (especially unforgiving florescent bathroom light)! Ahhh the innocence of youth.

40 X 365: 6. Fat Babies!

6. Fat Babies!

Fat babies make me feel like Lenny with the bunny. My first inclination is to gnaw on their chubby cheeks. Those thigh rolls call me to hold them and just squeeze tight. By the way, I’m always available to babysit.

Look at those arms rolls and tell me you don't want to chew them!

40 X 365: 5. Flannel!

5. Flannel!

In the ‘90’s flannel was the material to wear, regardless of the fact that it was rarely flattering and often tied around our waists. We were grunge and didn’t give a fuck. In ’08 my flannel and I still don’t.

Fashion forward ladies

40 X 365: 4. Spam Subjects!

4. Spam Subjects!

How delightful to start each emailing day with “Your dic’k size will never arouse a derision.” Just when I think they have stopped trying, I hit refresh and see “Bigger penis stimulates more nerve endings in female pussy.” I’ll say.

40 X 365: 3. Dancing

3. Dancing!

Whether I’m pop, lock and droppin’ or doing the robot, my body can’t help but move to whatever’s on the one’s and two’s. There may be less talent involved than I would like, but if I’m one thing it’s enthusiastic.

40 X365: 2. Rap!

2. Rap!

With its heavy bass and ass moving rhythms, hardcore rap had me at “Holla.” I just want to drop it low and twerk. Really, with lyrics like, “Keep that thang shakin’ like she frostbit shiverin’,” how can you go wrong?

Delicious, delicious rap