Friday, February 29, 2008

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.


Thursday, February 28, 2008

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.





Wednesday, February 27, 2008

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.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

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.





Monday, February 25, 2008

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.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

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!











Friday, February 15, 2008

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.






Thursday, February 14, 2008

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.

Friday, February 8, 2008

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.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

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.





Wednesday, February 6, 2008

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!

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

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

Monday, February 4, 2008

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.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

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.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

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

Friday, February 1, 2008

40 X 365: 1. Snow!

I recently read about these projects people do where they pick a number of words and limit themselves to that number to write little things about people every day for 365 days (or entries). It seems like a good way to at least write something everyday, so I am going to try it on. I picked 40 words because it seems like a popular number. Not too cumbersome. Also, I tend to get pretty wordy, so this will help me with the whole brevity thing. I don't really want to limit myself to only people, so I decided I will write 365 40-word entries on things I like. People, places, events, activities, food, etc. Now for number one.

1. Snow!

I shuffle along blindly, wearing a maniacal grin, tongue sticking out to catch the flakes, laughing at the absurdity of everyone slipping around. All I want is to tackle strangers into the pristine banks then shove snow down their pants.

Where I sing the praises of All Wheel Mother Ucking* Drive.

What are the three most beautiful words in the English language? "You are right"? "Comes with fries"? "I prefer cuddling"? Wrong, wrong, wrong. Try "All Wheel Drive" out for size. See how it just rolls off the tongue? Not only does AWD have a nice ring to it, it might be the greatest invention known to human kind EVER. Today is a beautiful, blustery snow day. It snowed all night dumping about a foot to a foot and a half over the midnight hours. When snow falls in the middle of the night, that usually means no plowing, no sidewalks cleared and definitely no outdoor parking garage shoveling. Does this trouble me in the least? No ma'am. Why? A. W. D. Ask me how long I spent shoveling my car out of it's snowy tomb. Try zero minutes. Ask me how many times my car fishtailed or spun its wheels while backing up and driving out of the garage and then down the street. Um, again, zero. And then, you can feel free to ask me how long it took to find a parking space at work because the side streets hadn't been plowed to the curb. Zero minutes again. And why is the sum total of all these questions zero? Because AWD was part of the equation. I just blew into a snow filled spot, jubilantly claiming it in the name of AWD.
If All Wheel Drive were an animal, it would be a Bear-Tiger-Alligator. If All Wheel Drive were a meal, it would be a 60 oz bloody rare steak, with heaping mashed potatoes and roided-out greasy onion rings. If All Wheel Drive were a concert it would be AC/DC (Bon Scott style) opening for bat-eating Ozzie Osbourne opening for Led Zeppelin circa 1970. If All Wheel Drive were a 2007 Chicago Bear it would be Hester-Urlacher-Muhammed (this is for you Nemo). If All Wheel Drive were an American Gladiator it would be 68% Hellga, 17% Wolf and 15% Toa (if you have to look at those links to know who I am talking about you are un-American). Basically, All Wheel Drive could stroll through a Tsunami on the way to a Siberian blizzard to pick up a military cargo plane filled with Elephants to tow across the Atlantic ocean to drop off at an Elephant sanctuary in Tennessee.

God, I love the snow. And I don't throw this around frivolously, All Wheel Drive, I am in love with you.


* If you don't get this, please watch this.