This is the funniest five minutes of TV I've ever seen. I remembered it from a few years ago after watching some Frasier tonight and luckily found it on YouTube.
Also, we've taught our dog to fetch!
Friday, March 30, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
I got a dog! for all of you who don't know yet...
I got it at a shelter and at the time, he was the epitome of what I didn't want in a dog--a boy, black and white, who might grow up to be big. I don't know what I was looking for exactly, but probably somewhere along the lines of a brindle boxer or pug mix, around 30 lbs, and a girl.
We went to so many shelters, and didn't find any dogs that seemed to click. I thought it would be easy when I first started looking, and that I would immediately find a cute dog that I would fall in love with. But the more I looked, the more every dog started looking the same to me. But then, we ended up going out to Irving, and found this sad, super skinny little dog that when we opened up the gate, he crawled right into my lap and hid his face in the crook of my arm and wouldn't get off when I had to leave.
He's finally gained some weight--up to 20 lbs from 13 when we got him, and is potty trained (pretty much) and knows how to come and sit. I wish I'd taken some pictures of him at the shelter so I would have more of a comparison.
Anyways, we're hoping he doesn't get any bigger than 40 lbs, which seems like it might be possible since he's not too big and he's already 5 months, I think.
Anyways, other news: My ipod is losing charge on its battery, so I'm kicking it old school and going back to walkmans and tapes. I never did like portable cd players much, bc they're too bulky and cds are hard to carry around. Also I was young and impressionable when I listened to walkmans constantly on the bus in middle school, so I like them better.
Also, here's something I've been wanting to write about for a while, but kept forgetting. This summer, when I went to L.A., I had pink streaks in my hair, and visited Aaron on the WB lot, and had lunch with him at the cafeteria there. A few months later, Aaron noticed that a Gilmore Girls episode came out where the girl (the younger one who looks like Rachel) had pink hair. His theory is that since Gilmore Girls films on the lot, one of the writers, or whatever, saw my hair and thought it was cool, so used it in the show. When he first told me that, I was really excited. But now, it's sorta worn off, and it ended up being in just one episode, and so this is really just to document it, because I'm sure in 10 years I won't remember.
I got it at a shelter and at the time, he was the epitome of what I didn't want in a dog--a boy, black and white, who might grow up to be big. I don't know what I was looking for exactly, but probably somewhere along the lines of a brindle boxer or pug mix, around 30 lbs, and a girl.
We went to so many shelters, and didn't find any dogs that seemed to click. I thought it would be easy when I first started looking, and that I would immediately find a cute dog that I would fall in love with. But the more I looked, the more every dog started looking the same to me. But then, we ended up going out to Irving, and found this sad, super skinny little dog that when we opened up the gate, he crawled right into my lap and hid his face in the crook of my arm and wouldn't get off when I had to leave.
He's finally gained some weight--up to 20 lbs from 13 when we got him, and is potty trained (pretty much) and knows how to come and sit. I wish I'd taken some pictures of him at the shelter so I would have more of a comparison.
Anyways, we're hoping he doesn't get any bigger than 40 lbs, which seems like it might be possible since he's not too big and he's already 5 months, I think.
Anyways, other news: My ipod is losing charge on its battery, so I'm kicking it old school and going back to walkmans and tapes. I never did like portable cd players much, bc they're too bulky and cds are hard to carry around. Also I was young and impressionable when I listened to walkmans constantly on the bus in middle school, so I like them better.
Also, here's something I've been wanting to write about for a while, but kept forgetting. This summer, when I went to L.A., I had pink streaks in my hair, and visited Aaron on the WB lot, and had lunch with him at the cafeteria there. A few months later, Aaron noticed that a Gilmore Girls episode came out where the girl (the younger one who looks like Rachel) had pink hair. His theory is that since Gilmore Girls films on the lot, one of the writers, or whatever, saw my hair and thought it was cool, so used it in the show. When he first told me that, I was really excited. But now, it's sorta worn off, and it ended up being in just one episode, and so this is really just to document it, because I'm sure in 10 years I won't remember.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
I'm having a Sam & Cindy moment from Freaks and Geeks. Remember, she doesn't like The Jerk, and so Sam breaks up with her?
So, Aaron and I were talking about how it's sad when favorite movies seem dated when you watch them now. His example was Heat, and my example was While You Were Sleeping (which I watched every night for a whole summer back in 6th grade.) And I happened to mention Bill Pullman in While You Were Sleeping. Which prompted Aaron to say, "May the Schwartz be with you!"
And then he went on to say that Spaceballs is the movie that Bill Pullman is most known for.
Which I disagree with.
So he has asked me to post a poll on the blog. (Which is pointless because I pretty much know who reads this blog, and who will answer what...) Besides, no one ever answers blog polls, because settling other people's arguments always seems so banal and useless.
In any case, here's the poll:
Who out there has seen Spaceballs, who liked it, and who thinks that it is the movie that Bill Pullman is most known for? In fact, who out there even knows who Bill Pullman is?
To me, Bill Pullman is most likely known for Independence Day, Mr. Wrong, or While You Were Sleeping.
And just to shock all the boys out there, I don't like Mel Brooks movies a whole lot!
So, Aaron and I were talking about how it's sad when favorite movies seem dated when you watch them now. His example was Heat, and my example was While You Were Sleeping (which I watched every night for a whole summer back in 6th grade.) And I happened to mention Bill Pullman in While You Were Sleeping. Which prompted Aaron to say, "May the Schwartz be with you!"
And then he went on to say that Spaceballs is the movie that Bill Pullman is most known for.
Which I disagree with.
So he has asked me to post a poll on the blog. (Which is pointless because I pretty much know who reads this blog, and who will answer what...) Besides, no one ever answers blog polls, because settling other people's arguments always seems so banal and useless.
In any case, here's the poll:
Who out there has seen Spaceballs, who liked it, and who thinks that it is the movie that Bill Pullman is most known for? In fact, who out there even knows who Bill Pullman is?
To me, Bill Pullman is most likely known for Independence Day, Mr. Wrong, or While You Were Sleeping.
And just to shock all the boys out there, I don't like Mel Brooks movies a whole lot!
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Yesterday, the Hispanic gay man at Chipotle hit on Aaron, right in front of me! I was appalled. And strangely jealous.
So here's how it went down:
About a week ago, Aaron went to go pick up burritos for the both of us, and some guacamole. He came home and told me that the Chipotle guy liked his belt. I didn't think much of it...
Then, last night, as Aaron was paying for his burrito, the guy remembered him. And just to get the picture right, this guy is probably 200 pounds or more, and tall. So the guy was like, "Ooh, that belt, I like it so much!" And Aaron was like, "Thanks" and smiled at him and walked to the soda machine to get his drink. The guy follows him over to the soda machine and stands really close to him (at this point, I'm ordering my burrito bol, and wondering whether I should be uncomfortable at how close this guy is standing to my man.) When I end up at the pay register, the guy lets me stand there for a good minute or so while he finishes saying to my boyfriend "You look good. You should be a model or something."
When we walked out of the door, I caught him checking out Aaron's ass. And I don't blame him, 'cause last night Aaron was wearing some really cute striped boxers.
It's hilarious, but wierd. I'm definitely disturbed.
Ok, updates on things I've said before (after all, we wouldn't want this blog to be like Lost, always setting up loose ends and leaving them)
1. I got a record player, but the one from the church didn't work. Aaron somehow got it to work with some screwdrivers and a christmas light (Don't ask me, he's a genius) But then the capacitor exploded. We went out to Radio Shack and bought a new capacitor and a soldering iron and installed a new one, thinking the old one was just too old, but after working for about 5 minutes, it exploded just like the last one. We're assuming that it was a dud record player, and that's why the church never used it. So if anyone out there knows about circuit boards, we could use some help. I have a circuit map for the player, but no knowledge of how to read it. But for now, I think I've taken it at a loss.
The second record player was also $25, and I got it from a guy who posted it on Craigslist.
2. I passed Cell Bio. (thank heavens)
3. Muse is also going to be at Edgefest, which is cool.
4. I'm on Spring Break. It's amazing. Yesterday, I sat outside in the backyard and read a whole book. It was The Education of Little Tree, which is now my favorite young adult lit. book ever. I remember reading as a kid, and I think it might be what caused all of my Native American self-identification.
So here's how it went down:
About a week ago, Aaron went to go pick up burritos for the both of us, and some guacamole. He came home and told me that the Chipotle guy liked his belt. I didn't think much of it...
Then, last night, as Aaron was paying for his burrito, the guy remembered him. And just to get the picture right, this guy is probably 200 pounds or more, and tall. So the guy was like, "Ooh, that belt, I like it so much!" And Aaron was like, "Thanks" and smiled at him and walked to the soda machine to get his drink. The guy follows him over to the soda machine and stands really close to him (at this point, I'm ordering my burrito bol, and wondering whether I should be uncomfortable at how close this guy is standing to my man.) When I end up at the pay register, the guy lets me stand there for a good minute or so while he finishes saying to my boyfriend "You look good. You should be a model or something."
When we walked out of the door, I caught him checking out Aaron's ass. And I don't blame him, 'cause last night Aaron was wearing some really cute striped boxers.
It's hilarious, but wierd. I'm definitely disturbed.
Ok, updates on things I've said before (after all, we wouldn't want this blog to be like Lost, always setting up loose ends and leaving them)
1. I got a record player, but the one from the church didn't work. Aaron somehow got it to work with some screwdrivers and a christmas light (Don't ask me, he's a genius) But then the capacitor exploded. We went out to Radio Shack and bought a new capacitor and a soldering iron and installed a new one, thinking the old one was just too old, but after working for about 5 minutes, it exploded just like the last one. We're assuming that it was a dud record player, and that's why the church never used it. So if anyone out there knows about circuit boards, we could use some help. I have a circuit map for the player, but no knowledge of how to read it. But for now, I think I've taken it at a loss.
The second record player was also $25, and I got it from a guy who posted it on Craigslist.
2. I passed Cell Bio. (thank heavens)
3. Muse is also going to be at Edgefest, which is cool.
4. I'm on Spring Break. It's amazing. Yesterday, I sat outside in the backyard and read a whole book. It was The Education of Little Tree, which is now my favorite young adult lit. book ever. I remember reading as a kid, and I think it might be what caused all of my Native American self-identification.
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