June 30, 2004
What is hoodwinked? See above.
Not related to the title but this is by far one of the coolest flash websites I've ever seen. Go help break his bandwidth!!
Punk Fucking Grrrl Rock
In case you dismissed the distillers as another punk wanna be band. Well, these lyrics just rule, their live show ruled, their drummer ruled, and the tequila Matt and I drank during the show ruled. Let away all that angst (I guess I don't have any of that anymore, so what would it be called now?)
"Bullet And The Bulleye"
By the Distillers
album "sing sing death house" (rad album title)
I am the bullet and you're the bullseye
When I hit there's nothing left
I've been living in a boundryless land
I was blind but now I've got my sight back
You suffer insidiously I fucking hate you
Stay the fuck away from me
You're a thief, a liar and a cheat too
Ain't no mystery to unlocking you
You think I'm a sucker you're fucking sick
The only thing I suck is my man's ->
<- well you know the rest eh? good times.
Skinny Puppy
OK. All of you who never listened to 80's industrial music might want to tune out now...
Alright, now that that's taken care of, I just saw Skinny Puppy in DC on their reunion tour. It was amazing! I was cautious, as any comeback (especially one of the tired industrial variety) is bound to suck. But I was blown away by the costumes, blood, mud, projections, lights, smoke, and oh yeah, music. It was just like the old days, a comforting bit of nostagia. They did a bunch of old favorites too. And by the way, their new album isn't too bad either.
They play SF tomorrow, then LA for 2 nights. If for some odd reason you don't dig the show, you can always laugh at the goth kids.
Summer Colds are a Bummer
Anyone else have one of those annoying summer colds? Mine started last week, but finally hit me hard yesterday after all that drinking last weekend. I went home early, but still ended up doing work on my trusty laptop. It sucks when you don't have time to be sick, but at least I got to spend some time with my cat. I can also blame any bad design ideas on my cold medicine-addled brain.
June 29, 2004
Dill Pickles, or, Why I am Lame
Check it out, We made pickles this weekend
Anyways, before you all are allowed to post the obvious "yes, jeremie, you are lame" reply, I will write a bit to allow some time for everyone to think of a more creative response.
First, Becky and I have been meaning to check out the san francisco farmers markets for a while - But without a reason to go, what is the point?
Skip ahead... I miss my mom's dill pickles she makes every year and they aren't that hard to make - Cucumbers, Vinegar, Dill, Garlic, Salt, Jars, BOOYAH, you have dill pickles.
The trick to hand crafting these specialties is the fact that you can't use the crappy dill spice you get at the store. The ones you use to really get the good flavor have to have flowers and shit. This dill spice is big and fluffy, like a few feet long. So there was our reason to go searching farmers markets.
Becky found a great one online, an old school market with real family grown foods. The place was great - Becky bought two orchids for ten bucks, we bought a crapload of this dill stuff for a buck fifty... 8 heads of fresh california garlic for a buck. Anyway, we came home, cleaned it all, stuffed it in jars and had the rest of the day to do nothing. Totally rad.
Oh, did I mention I made strawberry jam last weekend?
I am a domestic girl. Sorry, I am lame. Flame away.
June 28, 2004
Ironic?
Over 50% of programing is reailty TV based.
Coincidentally over 50% of the breasts on reality TV are fake.
(not that it matters)
Back from AIGA Retreat in St. Louis
I am sad to find there haven't been any posts since last week. Just got back from the AIGA leadership retreat in St. Louis - it was great! (I am on the AIGA board in Atlanta - in charge of a large portion of programming - so it is one of the major perks to go) I got to meet people from all over the country who have also sold their soul - or at least their free time - to AIGA. Everyone was so nice and I should now have the energy to do this for another year. Plus there were the late night parties, which help the bonding process. Anway, had a great time, St. Louis was nice and had great weather - unlike GA at the moment - we are in monsoon season down here for some reason.
One more trip to see Kurt next weekend and then I should be home for a while. Yay Kurt!
June 23, 2004
Down w/ Starbucks yuppies
more people who feel as we do. made me laugh....
http://www.illwillpress.com/sml.html
June 22, 2004
A Conversation with Brooke Kleefstra
I’m sure most 8 year olds talk a lot. I have one that REALLY talks a lot. She shuts down at night and sometimes after meals but most of the time, “Dad? Guess what….” And so it goes.
Now, I know a good parent should be all filled with interest and listening intently, responding with, “Oh Really! When did she get that?” and “No. I don’t know why Molly’s Mom’s friend Bob stays over when her Dad goes away on business.” But come on! The human brain can only stand so much! It’s like one year the Ministry of Transportation hired students to sit in booths along the 400 series of highways and count cars.
They were throwing themselves into the traffic after 2 days. See? Only so much.
That being said, every once in a while some questions come out of her that make you think, “What kind of twisted neuron firing would pop out a question like that?”
So, I would like to present :A conversation with Brooke Kleefstra
Driving home from Soccer:
“Dad? Does God make it rain?”
Not wanting to get into the whole Creationism vs. Evolution thing, I answered, “I guess he made it so we HAVE rain but I don’t think he makes it rain. That’s more likely Mother Nature.”
“Who’s Mother?”
“Natures Mother. She looks after the plants and the animals and make it rain when they need it. When there thirsty.” Thinking to myself, “What a clever Dad”
“So she is the Mother of the plants?”
“That’s right”
“If plants are bad, would they get grounded?”
“Let’s listen to the Radio.” Says I.
A little time goes by.
"Dad? Are there clouds in space?"
"Nope"
"Why not?
"Because there's no air. It's a Vacuum"
"It must be very clean in space"
"must be" says I
A little more time goes by
“Dad? How come I can’t see my eyes?”
“You see THROUGH your eyes, Hun. You have to look in a mirror to look AT your eyes and see what they look like.”
“Can I lick a mirror to see what my tongue tastes like?”
I hesitate to think.
“Absolutely.”
Lollapaloozer
(sorry for the terribly unfunny header) Holy fucking crap, Lollapalooza has been cancelled! 3 weeks before kick-off! Not that I was going or anything, but I still had high hopes for the most ambitious line-up in years. The Moz, Sonic Youth, Wolf Eyes, PJ Harvey all on one stage?!?! I guess it really was too good to be true...Poor ticket sales (except in NYC) caused the fallout.
Anyway, save your ticket dolllars for !!!. I just saw them saturday and they were amazing. 7 guys on one stage doing disco-punk. Anybody who can make the frighteningly introverted indie kids dance gets points from me!(!!)
Napolean Dynamite
Everyone Look! I am in a movie. hahahah
June 21, 2004
Athfest weekend
I went to Athfest this past Friday night - it is a weekend of (mostly) local bands for 3 nights of fun in Athens, GA. I only stuck around for the first night, but got to see my friend Matt Lisle's band Fairburn Royals at the Caledonia Lounge. Then we went over to the 40 Watt and saw Magnapop and The Whigs. They are just too cute! I love small venues - I can't stand the huge crowds anymore - which is a shame since Kurt and I will be going to Curiosa and the Pixies in the next couple of months. Local music rocks!
June 20, 2004
Dog people of California
Being a Canadian I think I have a different perpective on dogs than what is considered the norm out here in California.
Dogs aren't people. They sniff shit, live outside, and love you because you have food and you are their pack leader. Dog misbehaves? BAD DOG, get the hell outside and stop your whining. Dog bites kid? Dog goes in garage. whatever.
Out here dogs are people I guess. They are treated like little babies and if they are unhappy their pillows are fluffed and they are coo'ed to. Aw, doggie won't mind if he has a little bite of my lasagne. He deserves it. No wonder I see someone everyday getting dragged down the road everyday by a giant working dog (that lives in a 700 square foot apartment.
Why am I writing this? Well I thought I was just being mean and misguided because I have never had a dog... so what do I know. Well, I heard a cool "Fresh Air" the other day with a writer who authored a book on the subject:
The New Work of Dogs: Tending to Life, Love, and Family
He seemed to agree, albeit in a more eloquent way. Listen to it if you are bored:
June 19, 2004
Back again
Yes so ive missed everyone...
Due to my intence study period i have been unable grace you all with my opinionated commentary and unusual stories... I am happy to say that my high school education is nearing its end. This monday i will compleate my final exam!!! Then, after a bit of a two moth summer break, and a trip to MD i will start my further education at Brock University for Poli Sci then, paramedicine, yay... look forward to the summer chats ttys all...
http://www.brocku.ca
June 17, 2004
so bad...it's bad.
Save "Dream Lover" and "O Solo Mio" til the end. Truly the best.
http://www.wingmusic.co.nz/listen.html
please note that some of these CDs are SOLD OUT.
June 16, 2004
Assy feeling
I am a wimp when it comes to being sick. Oh lawd... make the fluid leave my face!
Lakers CHOKE
i'm not a basketball person. the playing field (aka court) is too small, there's a lot of sweat involved and i suck at the game. truth be told, there's one thing that ultimately turns me off of bball. it's stupid and petty, but drives me crazy... ready? it's the sound the players' shoes make against the floor. squeak squeak, squeak squeak squeaksqueaksqueaksqueak squeak squeaksqueak squeaksqueak squeaksqueak squeaksqueak squeak squeaksqueak squeaksqueaksqueak! i warned you... completely invalid, right?
when it comes to sports, i prefer professional football and Nascar races. hockey and baseball are quite enjoyable, only when at the game. don't really know too much about ice luge, jai alai or bocci ball. bean hole, maybe. point being, i could have cared less who won the NBA finals.... but like any big event, i found myself getting drawn in and watched some of the games while at the gym. i don't think my treadmill neighbors appreciated my moderate snickering upon viewing the athletic spankings bestowed to the precious Lakers.
Last night's Pistons victory was no less humiliating than the previous two games, so this morning, agents and "talent" alike were commiserating, justifying and boasting aaaall over the place. it made me want to throw up.
one of the young commercial agents is a stereotypical Jewish-American Princess. she's always put together, dressed only in designer duds etc. (it doesn't help that her metrosexual assistant tries to outdress her on a daily basis, freak). she calls everyone "sweetie" and "honey" and "oohs" and "awes" constantly. apparently, once she became an agent, her mummy and daddy bought her a new beemer and sent her off to barneys for more shopping sprees. a perfect "LA" personality.
so i found it really hard to believe her when she relished that the Detroit Pistons are her "peeps" and her "roots". i'm pretty sure her roots are somewhere deep within a Citibank vault. now don't get me wrong, she's a very pretty woman and has a lot going for her, but how could i not lose some respect, when i saw her and val kilmer hangin all over each other one day in front of my desk (val kilmer's gone WAY downhill). no morals.
"i'm a lakers girl AND a pistons girl, but when it's the two of them, i gotta go with ma peeps, they're ma roots." she even changed her grammar when "talkin ball". Detroit? really? the same city that gave us Eminem and Tim Allen?!? those are yer peeps? more like the concierge at Saks or the matre'd at Spago are her peeps. other gems include...
"kolbe is THE GREAT-EST pla-yer [ev-er]." dear #1 fan, his name is actually ko-be, no "L".
"SHAQ is unstoppable, he's SHAQ!" was she watching the game?
all the same, LAers are licking their wounds or claiming they knew the lakers were going to lose and then shell out every reason why they choked and played like a middleschool league. overall the players don't give a shit b/c they're gonna collect their money and head off to other teams or jail.
THEN, this morning i was definitely cut off by some stupid non-american of foreign decent* in a 1980 oversized-camper who proceeded to take up 1.5 lanes and go really slow. thank God i kept my distance b/c as we approached a light atop a steep hill, he definitely started rolling backwards WITHOUT ANY REGARDS TO OTHERS, so i start blaring my horn wildly and threw my car into reverse, but the oncoming car behind me didn't seem to think there was a problem b/c he kept heading straight for me.....REVERSE LIGHTS + WILD HORN HONKING + OUT OF CONTROL CAMPER = PLEASE CATCH A CLUE AND DO NOT PROCEED FORWARD SHITHEAD!!!
finally, after he got his thumb out of his ass and rolled back 15 feet, he managed to find the breaks.....or jammed his burrito in the clutch. it totally freaked me out, i'm lucky no one was directly behind me (and that i have catlike reflexes). i know he didn't have insurance...i could see it in his eyes, when i finally blew past him.
man, all this stupid IT paperwork is really getting to me...i'm so crabby. i'm sorry and thank you for reading the vent.
*"Non-American of Foreign Decent" is the PC substitution my coworker gave me for "fucking alien."
Back from Chicago
I made it back from Chicago yesterday - went there on Sunday for NeoCon (the largest national commercial interiors trade show) where I saw some cool showrooms and new products. Overall an exhausting experience. Luckily my co-workers are down with throwing caution to the wind in the name of a good time - our flight on Tuesday left at 8:00 am - so that meant leaving the hotel at 5:45, so what's the point of sleep? After a night out I got to see the sun rise over the lake - quite beautiful. We also spent the last couple of hours before our flight with two random people at the W that were also there for the convention. Definitely some interesting people. Now its back to work.
June 13, 2004
McNamara and the Fog of War
Well.
I just saw film "The Fog of War" yesterday and it has my head spinning. For those of you who aren't familiar with it, it is now available at a McBlockbuster near you. The Fog of War is a documentary which plows through the incredible life of one Mr. Robert McNamara, who before my time was probably one of the most controversial figures in politics as the first civilian Secretary for Defense. OH! and it happened to be during the Vietnam years.
Suffice it to say he had some pretty interesting thoughts on the subject and spoke with such eloquence it was hard not to get wrapped up in his descriptions.
One of the scariest images I have ever seen was a nuclear warhead lauched from what looked like an artillery cannon, framed perfectly on film while listening to him talk about the nation destroying power of these weapons. The film was ominous and timely, with one of the most hardnosed figureheads I can imagine showing very real emotion.
There is a lot more to McNamara's life than just the Vietnam war. Prior to 'nam (as the people born before me call it) he was president of Ford Motor Company for five weeks, served in WWII, Presided over the World Bank, etc etc.
His skill as a communicator is highlighted in this film, and it keeps you thinking long after the credits roll. Please rent it, because it is great.
Is it just me...?
Is it just me or was any one else freaked because there wasn't a Missy post for near 10 days?
I thought, "Is the Mizzle in a tizzle?*
* Dr Seuss "Wocket in my pocket" 1957
Excuses Excuses
Tonight I experienced something very west coast. A couple of weeks ago, I was invited to a friend of a friend’s birthday party. The request came via “Evite”. A service I used to scoff at and refuse to acknowledge (why couldn’t they just send a mass email or call me?). Since 2001, I’ve learned to get over myself and now gladly leave obnoxious comments with my "yes," "no" or "maybe" answer.
Of course this was to be an adult birthday party, so easy-bake ovens and bedazzlers are substituted with well-wishing, titty tassles and excessive purchasing of ten dollar martinis.......
The birthday boy happens to be gay. His evite was pink and sported a large graphic of “Birthday Barbie”. A stereotypical fairy, if you will. A super nice guy; also very petite, hygienic and moody. He has a tendency to pout, judge others and demand things, as though someone should have read his mind and catered to his whim. Mind you, this is fairly typical in Los Angeles. But he’s fun and I’d be in good company, so I was looking forward to the evening out.
Friday was the big night. He had decided on a destination just a couple of days before, which was a tough decision as he wanted to avoid seeing all ex-boyfriends and hookups. I checked the evite for the latest update before I left work, to avoid showing up at some assless-chaps cowboy bar by mistake. I even coordinated a safety and made plans to arrive with my friend aka his roommate.
Friday was also payday, a sad reminder of the meager earnings that get thrown my way bimonthly. For some stupid reason (boredom), I decided to recalculate my budget and compare income to bills. Stupid, stupid idea. Upon realizing that my basic living expenses continue to exceed my paycheck by about $200 a month, I sought solace in Entenmanns’s cookies and scowled at every passing coworker. Perfect party mood.
To mend my sour attitude, I arrived home and promptly plopped myself on the couch to gripe with my roommate and watch bad television (b/c we can't afford cable). About the time I decided to make myself presentable for the gay bash, my friend calls. EMERGENCY!!! Apparently, the birthday boy tried to doll himself up for the big night w/ a spankin’ new haircut. Only, he’s not so skilled with a razor. Yes, as he attempted a sleek, close-cut coif, he slipped and gave himself a honkin’ bald spot…just hours before we were to buy him lap dances.
I could hear him lamenting in the background as she told me how he was ready to call the whole thing off. He immediately shot down the suggestion of “wearing a baseball hat”, since that would be WeHo style suicide…and almost as bad as keeping the three-inch bald spot. He ended up shaving his entire head and crying into the sink. He pleaded that she call the guests and apologize; relaying that there was a last minute emergency and the birthday was postponed…He couldn’t possibly show his head in public that night.
I laughed, and luckily, hadn’t applied any makeup yet, so I delighted in saving some money by laying around and catching up with my phone calls. Still can’t quite get over the fact that the entire party was called off because of a tragic "little" bald spot. Would have been fun though….even better if I’d had the chance to make fun of him in public for it. I’m so evil.
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Becky and I went down to the Monterey Bay Aquarium yesterday - one of the best aquariums in the world and it is only 2 hours south of here. If you live in the bay area and you haven't gone, you should. If you can't, then check out some of these pics in the gallery:
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June 11, 2004
Sluggish
Holy crap, isn't this day over yet?!?! I've come down a cold in the fucking spring. All this hot, cold, hot, cold with a combination of air conditioning and hot, humid weather is gettin' me down. I'm on non-drowsy cold medicine, yet I'm seeing trails and seem to float across the floor when I walk. Everything is in slow motion. I feel like an hour has gone by but really it's more like 5 minutes. Judging by my handicapped timetable, this workday will be over in exactly 72 hours. Good lord!
Swindle Quarterly
My friend Matt sent me this link to the upcoming Swindle Quarterly from our favorite propaganda poster creator, Shepard Fairey. It should be coming out this month and looks very interesting.
http://www.medicineagency.com/swindle/
or the news section of http://www.obeygiant.com
June 8, 2004
I love Invader Zim
A Nickelodeon Cartoon for you who don't know
June 5, 2004
Pooti Time
Walking down 4th Ave with Becky and Matt. We are going to meet his girlfriend at a restaurant called "Burma Super Star" on Clement. We are so hungry tonight. So hungry that becky was eyeing a bag of warm leftovers sitting limply in the apartment doorway at Matt's place. It is colder than usual. Why did I forget my jacket?
Whatever, keep moving, it is spring, I should stop whining. He we go... dammit, long line tonight. Weak, and its the type of restaurant that you have to write your name down on a sheet. No real host with skills. Noone better snake us.
Anyway, the food is so going to be worth it and the place smells great. Judging by the amount of people, it tastes great too. Fucking cold out.
Alright, since it is going to be a while, we go check out the fish at this crazy convenience/flower/plant/fishtank and saltwater emporium place down the street. What the hell kind of store is this anyway? Cool, they have sharks. Ooooo, and jellies. neat
7 minutes later, Screw this store I want to make sure we don't miss our place. Hungry. We go back and meet Katie (Matt's girl). The restaurant is more crowded, and stinking delicious food smells. The smell of Pooti (Burmese something with potatoes and delicious sauce) and warm people inside. Fuck them it is cold.
Holy hell, 6 tables in front of us? Lets talk for a bit. 15 minutes, 20, 30, 1 hour and 30 minutes later. YOU BASTARDS GET YOUR CHECK. What the hell are those people sitting around looking at each other for. You are finished your food... LEAVE. oh god, I can't go anywhere else now, We have waited too long. The food is so good. I WANT IT.
Maybe I can say something to them... What is that? Pay Bitch! He has a snotty little face with crappy peach fuzz wannabe goatee. AHAHAH yeah laugh at the joke punk. Maybe if I press my tongue into the glass of the windowpane he will understand... nevermind, here comes the host whose job is to cross names off the list she didn't make.
Finally sit down 1 and a half hours later. I feel so hungry I could start eating my cold dead fist. Some food arrives... so worth it. Go to this place, just not on a weekend. Coconut cinnamon rice, Curry, Pooti, all is good and oh so sweet with a beer. I love fridays. All about Pooti with friends. I can't wait to come back. What was I complaining about again?
June 4, 2004
Who says Transformers can't dance!?!
Sick!
What? Shutup!
June 3, 2004
calling mark lipsmeyer
APB on Leeops, i repeat leeops where are you... quick question for ya mark- are you still able to purchase that sweet lil $99 2.0 megapixel sony camera!?!?! b/c i may have a buyer for you...me....i can't stop thinking about it, how much i love it and how much i really need it in my life. i know it's only 2.0 MP, but i'll only be takin photos of me and my drunk friends. also, i know it comes with some lame 16 MB wandy memory thing, but do you know how much the 128 MB or 256 MB ones are? are you elligible for discounts on those too?!?! lemme know lemme know..... hey if i can't have a boyfriend, i may as well have fun toys and a sweet ride...oh wait, i drive a civic. jokes on me. thanks life.
sincerely,
Mizzle
June 2, 2004
NEW LaPtop
So here I am with my new laptop. oh what fun what fun. typing on tiny keyboards is so fun. Although nowdays when you order a laptop from dell...it comes with dell this...and dell that....and 30 day free subscription to this...and 90 days free to that....now if you use these, half the time after your 90 days is up, nothing happens...not visually at least. What REALLY happens is that they get your credit card from dell and start charging you for their services!!! dirty rotten bastards!!! ok just kidding, it might be true it might not, I have no concrete evidence they actually do this....but it wouldn't surprise me. Anyways, I'm gonna go play around on my laptop that just OWNED me already....you click one wrong button before unistalling all the useless crap they leave on it and now when it starts up i get the Dell Media Experience EVERY GOD DAM TIME. oh well...I'll fix it and then nuke it. Like I'm gonna do with all the other poo they wasted space installing on my machine.
On a positive note: Dell shipped my computer in 1 day. Fuck'n Amazing. I was hope'n to get it by friday before the weekend, but instead I got it the next day it said it was shipped. Big ups to Dell for that one. Ok gotta go play. PS Jeremie...I'm using that icon you made for me as my login icon. BooYA. ;)
Cicada Cicada Cicada
an entry from the Washington DC Craigslist......true wit, right here:
Fucking Cicadas - 27
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Reply to: anon-32135822@craigslist.org
Date: Tue May 25 21:24:14 2004
To the little fucker who dive bombed me on my way to lunch. You retarded, blind, little shit. You flew into the back of my ear while I was crossing the street! People laughed and pointed while I had, what looked like, an epileptic seizure. Bitch.
To the sneaky bastard who tried to smuggle himself into my office after lunch. My boss spotted you on my shoulder. I looked like a fucking sailor with his bug-parrot. I hope you liked the smack down I gave you.
To the beltway hitchhiker(s). For stupid bugs, you guys sure have good aim. Who would've thunk that two little shits like you could fly INTO a moving car! The first one landed on my passenger seat near Georgia Ave. You are more retarded than most of your friends (which is impressive). All you could do was fall over yourself and get stuck in the seams of my car seats. I didn't even have to fuck with you. Your friend though.... oh that muthafucka.... He flew into my driver's side window and smacked me in the throat! At 60mph!! That shit hurt. I almost rear-ended the Saturn in front of me because of you! But I had the last laugh... After you kamikazied my throat, your dumb ass got scared and flew to that back of my car, right at the base of the rear windshield. As soon as I saw your ass camped on my speakers, I cranked up the stereo. I hope you enjoyed 110dB of Dandy Warhols from half an inch away!!!
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