Cool site that I saw on Design for Mankind today.
I made you a mix tape.
Ah, the mix tape. I still have many of them stashed away in shoeboxes. Why, I don’t know, it’s not like I even own a tape deck anymore. Sentimental reasons, I suppose. Anyway. Check out this modern day take on the classic mix tape from Suck UK.
Like, ohmagah.
You guys. I am totally going to marry Kasey Kahne and we’re going to live in an apartment in Austin with our 5 kids where I will be employed as a graphic designer and drive a green Lexus. What? You don’t believe me?
Speaking of ohmagah - today when I was at Potbelly for lunch, the little hussy who was making my sandwich had a hickie (or is it hickey? how the hell is that spelled?). As if that’s not lame enough, she tried to cover it up with some unholy combination of foundation and powder that appeared to be about 5 shades off. Honestly, why are the kids still doing this? Are they smoking the marijuana cigarettes and listening to the Marilyn Manson? Is that what’s going on? Because I feel like even a girl this dumb could surely think of better things to do with a boy than let him suck on the side of her neck long enough to get a blood clotty bruise. Although, I don’t know. She was wearing really really frosty blue/purple eyeshadow, so I could be wrong. Ladies, there is no need for sparkle before 7pm.
Art Break
Advice To Sink In Slowly
Official Website
Today’s art break actually features the work of several artists, but they’re all happily available in one convenient spot. As the name suggests, Advice To Sink In Slowly features sage advice in illustrated form. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before from your parents, friends or mentors, but it’s kind of cool to see it in such a visual format. I know I could stand to open my ears to these simple bits of wisdom. Definitely check out the website, though. There were so many that I loved that it was a real challenge picking just a few to feature!
Clockwise from left to right: Collaborate by Carys Williams, Be Yourself by Jan Laurie, Dance the Dark Away by Susanne Partoll and Be Patient by Temujin Doran.
Potty mouth! (she says proudly)
Another meme because I’ve eaten so many Hot Tamales (the candy, not actual tamales) that my eyes are sweating and I can’t think straight. Those things are fucking addictive. Oops, I said fucking! Aha.
1. On a scale of 1 - 10, how foul would you say your mouth is?
Pretty foul. Probably an 8.5. I’ve been told more than once to watch my mouth around my friends’ kids. If they all turn up in a few months saying “shit balls fuck hell”, they’ll know who to blame.
2. How free with your language can be be around your coworkers? How about your parents?
Around my own department I don’t censor myself at all. In front of anyone else at the office, I’m an angel. “Oh fiddlesticks!” As for my parents, I tried in high school and the start of college to watch my mouth but I kept slipping up. Eventually my Mom stopped hissing “LANGUAGE!” through her teeth at me. One time in the car when my sister and I were yelling at each other she asked us why we couldn’t call each other gaywads and D.A.s like we used to. Oh, how we laughed. Clearly she never figured out what D.A. stood for. But I’m all for bringing gaywad back. It’s a great word. As is gaylord.
3. Do you remember how your learned any swear words?
My neighbors. The parents and the kids always cursed around us growing up and I think my parents gave up trying to get them to stop. And some of my friends had older siblings who taught me all sorts of great words.
4. What are your favorite swear word alternatives (dang, darn, etc.)?
Son of bee. Son of a beaver. Son of a bee sting. Eff. Effing. Shite. Dadgummit (I never have figured out how that’s spelled.)
5. Have you ever gotten yourself into trouble by using inappropriate language? Please share funny stories.
So many stories. The earliest one was when I was 3rd or 4th grade (bear in mind that I went to Catholic school) and this guy in my class made me mad at recess so I said something that involved the word “damn” right to his face. And it was in that little kid way, where you know the word is bad but you have no idea how to use it properly in a sentence so it sounds completely stupid to anyone else. I think it was something like “oh yeah? well I don’t DAMN care about your stupid game!” I thought I was badass for the 10 seconds that he was silent. Then he narrowed his eyes, pointed at me and said “oh.my.gosh. I am SO telling on YOU!” And he was a little asshole so I knew he would do it. So I hid on the field in the bushes until the end of recess, shaking like I’d just been busted killing a puppy. He never did tell, but he held it over my head for the rest of the week, threatening to bust me. The other story from Catholic school was that I picked up using “Jesus!” as an expletive in Jr. High. My eighth grade teacher used quickly yell after me “JOSEPH AND MARY!” to make up for my sin if she was within earshot. It cracked me up, but I thought it was very cool that she didn’t ever give me detention.
Hope you enjoyed this trip to the gutter! Here’s a little bonus from one of my favorite BBC shows, Father Ted.
Let’s cut the small talk, shall we?
You know what I just realized about myself? I am really bad at small talk. I mean painfully bad. I hate “how’s the weather” chit chat. I love a good conversation if there’s a specific topic that myself and the other person are into and I love telling stories, but I fail at idle chatter. That’s probably why I prefer email to phone. And also probably why I’m not a good dater. Because you know what I hate more than small talk? Awkward silence. I will talk and talk about nothing (or worse, about EVERYTHING, things I should keep to myself) to avoid the dreaded pause. Maybe I should enjoy the silence. I don’t know. I think I’m having a sugar rush from my late night McFlurry run and my brain is in overdrive.
Winner!
(images via Nascar.com)
The Raconteurs on Conan and my new fave blog
Because of the Stanley Cup, TiVos and DVRs across the land were muy confused and did not record many of our late night shows properly last week. Thank goodness for the folks at The Modern Age (my new favorite blog) who posted both songs from The Raconteurs’ appearance on Conan O’Brien. Why is it my favorite new blog? Let me just quote their header for you:
The Modern Age: A blog about music, pop culture, the Strokes, puppies, Jack White, and cute boys.
It’s like they’re reading my mind.
Why you gotta waste Lou’s flava?
These are the last two questions from an interview in today’s New York Magazine with Lou Reed. This is all verbatim, I haven’t changed a single word of it.
Sirius’s impending merger with XM is anticipated to boost earnings. Do you own any stock in the company?
What are you, a fucking asshole? I’m here telling you the truth about music and you want to know if I have stock in the fucking radio? You fucking piece of shit. What did I do to deserve that?
Moving on. You’ve got a film out, you’ve got your radio show, you’ve got a new book of photography coming up — is there a new album in the works?
No. Nothing I feel like talking about. Good-bye.
Get into the groove…
Boo yah! Guess who’s back? Kasey got the pole for this Sunday’s race at Pocono! After winning back-to-back races in Charlotte and then finishing a dismal 31st last week, it’s good to see he’s back in the groove. I imagine it must shake your confidence to have such a solid run and then a giant drop. Go get ‘em Kase. Also, try to wreck Kyle “Corn Tooth” Busch.
(images via Nascar.com)
