Showing posts with label nonsense. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nonsense. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

snow angles

yesterday, crystal kimber inspired me. you can read the post here, a lovely post all about winter and unspoiled snow and--the very thought--snow angles.

now, barclay loved math in high school, so snow angles should be a thing right up his alley--and i'm on my mission to love all things winter, so i should probably take up playing in the snow, i think. 
by that logic, of course, snow angles are the perfect couple bonding activity for us.


he was out shoveling the walk, and it was only minus 12--not bad for november 23--so i quickly sewed some new buttons on my boots [that's what you get for shopping at giant tiger] and rushed out to meet him.

oh, the fun! we made right snow angles,



acute snow angles, 



obtuse snow angles, 


and even full body snow angles. 


we bonded over math and winter.
mm, my two favorite things. thanks, crystal!


Monday, November 15, 2010

david crowder interview

here, before i say anything, listen to these:








do you know of david crowder?
well, luckily for you, two weeks ago while brushing my teeth i decided, in between spits, to interview him so that, even if you've never heard of him, you can knowledgeably spout useless information about him to your friends/boss/parents/sister/bus driver. and luckily for me, once i decide to do something, i do it.
and so i did.


here is an excerpt from our conversation.



i opened by saying my hihowareyous, and then saying something about how his songs and music videos were brilliant--because they absolutely are. i didn't want to sound like too much of a suck-up though, and besides, famous people are just people with the word "famous" in front, so we cut pretty quick to the q&a section of the interview. my first question was in light of all of his previous song-writing experience.

me: if you could take credit for having written any song, book, or--
dc: happy birthday.
me: what. just cuts me off--you didn't let me finish my question.
dc: oh, sorry. go on.
me: ok. if you could take credit for having written any song, book, or movie, what would you pick?
dc: mmm...yeah.  i'm sticking with happy birthday.
me: really. any book. ANY movie. there are a lot of good books out there. a lot of good songs...
dc: yes, but what of them has brought as much happiness to people all around the world for ages and ages as happy birthday? happy birthday. i pick happy birthday. definitely.
me: ok.

i thought this answer was sub-par, for the record. i was hoping for a deep literary reference or obscure hard-to-watch indie movie, or even a track off a gaither's album. but nope, there it was. happy birthday. he continued to defend his answer, but i just shook my head, and launched into my next question, hoping he'd do better with it, because after all--did you watch that first music video?


me: so david, you're invited to a halloween party--
dc: thank you.
me: yeah, ok, so you're invited to this halloween costume party, and you can use whatever props you want--money is no object, and neither is reality. you want to be a cave man and bring a dinosaur, you can; you want to be a surfer and bring the ocean, you can: what would you be?
dc: wow. wow. uh..i don't think...i've ever been asked that before. good. good question. wow. um....

here i wait patiently. i mostly look at his beard a lot. 


dc: ok. i know this is going to sound like a safe answer, and maybe boring, probably, but i, actually, would be a firefighter.
me: a firefighter. happy birthday, and a firefighter. really.
dc: ok, ok, but my props would be a firetruck--a firetruck and one of those dogs that always ride around in firetrucks. that would be pretty cool, i think.
me: oh, well ok. well that'd be good then. and fire?
dc: i'm worried about the fire. i don't think i'd have fire.
me: no? you're a fireman. you can bring any, any prop, and you wouldn't bring some fire? a dog and a truck, no fire. happy birthday, and a fireless firefighter.
dc: well...no. no, i don't think that'd be very safe.
me: you could get someone to hold a lighter and walk around the party and you could occasionally put it out, if you wanted.
dc: OH! yeah. yeah, i'd do that. that'd be ok, i'm sure.
me: my sister here, she could do that for you.
dc: she could wear a fire-retardant suit and we could set her on fire for the night, i suppose, hey? if she was willing?
me: you went from being afraid to have fire to setting my little sister on fire. extreme. but yeah, if she's willing. sure.

we worked on the logistics of that for a bit. for the sake of not dragging this on, next question:


me: ok. so last question.
dc: go for it.
me: ok, so say you meet yourself walking down the street, and you're still yourself, but so is the you that you meet. right?
dc: right...?
me: ok. so you talk to yourself for about an hour: from this first impression, what do you think is the strangest thing about yourself?
dc: you need to reword that question. you should ask me, "what do you think is not strange about yourself"...and then i probably would have a very hard time answering that.

i thanked him for his time and we went our separate ways. i was glad to know him a little bit better, but wanted to get my little sister safely away from him, lest he start her on fire. 

Friday, October 22, 2010

the truth about the weekend

it is friday.
but you didn't need me to tell you that.
you've had friday scratching at your door all week,
while monday dripped down the back of your neck like an ice cube
and tuesday perched on your shoulder and pecked at your ears
and wednesday layed down and died beneath you, so you had to find a new way to get to thursday,
thursday, which seemed like it'd never come--and when it came, like it'd never leave.
but it did and here we are
and tomorrow, somehow, it will be monday again.
because saturday and sunday don't really exist.
because we just pretend they do so we don't go crazy.


Wednesday, October 20, 2010

greasly chips and birdhouses

if there's anything i've learned from web logging, it is that it is cool to be "into" something.
even better if the something that you're "into" is something that no one else thought of being "into" or if what you're "into" is something that people think is a dorky thing to get "into" but you're cool so the thing you're "into" is by association now cool and other people want to get "into" it too.
furthermore, it is good to appear to not want to be thought of as cool and to say what you are now "into" in kind of a sheepish tone, and then take a lot of pictures of yourself doing that thing and get tattoos of related-to-that-thing things. then you wait. and if you are a cool enough person, this thing will become a trend and a bunch of other people will be "into" it too.

so lately i'm into listening to radio dramas. radio dramas trump tv and books because you can listen while doing 1000 piece puzzles and you won't miss anything.

the point, however, is not all that.
the point is that last week i listened to a 30-episode radio drama about a company that figures out how to turn brain waves to radio waves, thus creating a way for disabled or bedridden people to operate equipment with their mind. the research for that project was then stolen by a larger company who intended on reversing the process [radio waves to brain waves] in order to control the entire population of the world by sending out subliminal orders via radio waves.
to test the whole rigamarole out, they send out radio waves influencing the people of the world to buy greasly chips. and the whole world goes out and buys greasly chips. they then send out more waves telling the world to buy birdhouses. and they buy birdhouses. then it's fizzy cola. and everyone in the world has more than enough fizzy cola.

now i'm not a paranoid person, but has anyone around here noticed the owls? everyone all of a sudden loves owls. now i'm not saying owls are not cute, i'm saying why is 4 quarters of the blogosphere suddenly obsessed with owls?
indie music. cupcakes. knitting. photography, and, in the same vein, polaroids. thrifting, anthropologie. weheartit. twitter. all good things. but why doesn't anyone not like them? why doesn't someone in the blogosphere embrace rap music and polar bears?

is someone out there just THAT cool?
or is someone out there just THAT cool, AND they have figured out how to turn internet waves to brain waves?

DISCLAIMER: this was not a rant about the inherent evils of knitting and photography. i'm about to learn how to knit from my mother in law, and if i could take a picture like kelly ann or amyschmamey or any of most of the blogs i read, i would be a happy camper. also: i LOVE indie music and i saw an owl the other day that was pretty dang cute. i thought to myself, "that is a cute owl for sure." i'm not throwing my proverbial fist in the air and rebelling against conformity, i just thought i'd comment on my blogosphere observances thus far. and i do seriously wonder why we all just so happen to listen to the same kind of music and do and love most of the same things. it is kind of trippy, don't you think? is it because the sort of people who blog are the sort of people who like those things, or is it that we are in fact just that influenced by the blogs we read? 

Sunday, October 17, 2010

do it yourownself: the oreo slide





update: check out kara's boyfriend doing the oreo slide over at sunshine cupcakes!
more oreo sliding at peas & thank you. :)

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

sticky thoughts

today is a thinking day.
in a good way, though. some people, when they say, 'i've got a lot on my mind' don't mean it in a good way, but i do--i mean it in a very good way. like, maybe those people feel like they have a bowl of centipedes on their mind, but i feel like i have some rolo ice cream up there. it's like that.
hm.
a better metaphor: today my head feels more tall than wide because it is piling up with a single row of neatly-stacked ideas and thoughts, scribbled with a blue ballpoint pen on yellow post-its.
some of the metaphorical notes say nice things like, "it's a good day to go for a walk after work," and others say frustrating things like, "you've forgotten something important, i'm pretty sure," and some of the notes have plans or pictures or stories and there's the odd blank one. [is that normal?]
 
but most of the notes have the same few words on them, traced over and over a hundred times so hard that they've indented the papers beneath them. these ones were written last night at 2 am by my tired yet overactive brain and i don't really know what to do with them yet.
i rifle through my sticky-notes and, 5 out of 6 times, come up with one of these.
and i smile and put it back, leave it for later, draw it out again, put it back.

i can't tell you what it says though.
because that is a secret for now.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

chandel[ear]s

tuesday is unflinchingly, absolutely, definitely date night as much as possible, though sometimes it just doesn't work out.
we had a coupon for this restaurant we love, and that is a very good reason to eat out. so.
i was getting dressed and trying to find my black chandelier earrings because they are maybe the only dangly earrings i own and they make me feel like my hair is longer than it is. 
they were not anywhere.
i came upstairs to ask barclay if he'd seen them when i walked past the dining room.


do you see what i see?


absolutely you do: legit chandelearrings.



and this is my best "yes, it's true. i disassembled the light fixture so i could wear it" face.


Tuesday, September 21, 2010

the whatever you do don't push this button button and what happens if you do, in fact, push it

i have added a necessary button to my web log: the whatever you don't push this button button.
because sometimes i'm looking around the internet or other web logs and i find something i like and i feel like sharing it. so, henceforth, i will link to whatever it is from the whatever you do don't push this button button on the sidebar.
so, friends, exercise your rebel fingers and push the whatever you do don't push this button button. i'll update it every once in a while. maybe weekly, or daily. depending on the amount of nice things i come across.


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today, it's a link to biscuit's giveaway where you can enter to win a box of cereal. in the mail.
cereal in the mail, happy thought indeed.
[if you can tell me what that's a sort-of quote from, you are fantastic.]

Thursday, September 16, 2010

nostalgia munchers

i found my cell phone. it was right where i left it [of course it was] and upon locating it i quickly checked to see what my phone number was. i think i have it memorized now.

now i'm trying to find something else.
i'm trying to find the game word munchers online. do you remember word munchers? and oregon trail and where in the world is carmen sandiego?--all those computer games on floppy disks that you played on the old apple computers with the pixilated green graphics and the sound effects that were like, "whah whah-whah whah-whah, plingdilingdilingdilingdiling! whah whah-whah whah--"?

sound effects are hard to type i guess.
anyways, the point is not that, the point is not anything except that it's one of those nights where i'm feeling overly nostalgic and like i need need need to play word munchers.

i was talking to someone the other day about violence in video games and about how games are getting so much more violent and just think about when these kids grow up and make their own video games--how violent are those going to be considering what they're used to-- but just think: the people who think up these present day violent games grew up on word munchers. and oregon trail. and they ended up at call of duty. 
the next generation's in trouble, i think.
well. good night.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

just a dab of star repellant on your fingertip, and you can draw in the sky!


today i found some more good music
and also my missing deoderant


[it was under the oven
i found it while making rice]


i went for lunch with lauren


[i ate too much]


i read a bit out of a book i found at chapters on sale for $2.50




i ate brekkie with barclay 


[absolutely not in that order]


stephanie is coming over now
we're going on a walk with her baby



and then i am going on a date with barclay



overall
it has been and still is and will most likely be
a nice day



i hope yours is the same

Thursday, August 19, 2010

my broken heart and brick-filled brain and all the thoughts therein

i'm tired lately.
the doctor said it's maybe because my heart is broken and she gave me some pills.
they make me more tired.
they make me heavy, like i have bricks and rocks all up in my head.
i picture my head being as big as our couch, because that is how big it feels like it is.
i picture myself at the top of a tall flight of stairs, looking over the edge
and then i picture my body not being big enough to hold my massive head up,
and then i picture falling down the stairs.
and then i touch my teeth and make sure they're still there.
my daydreams are crazy vivid sometimes.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

do it yourownself!

and now it's time for me to boss you around. aren't you just thrilled? thrilled is a very nice word.


like i said yesterday, it was hard for me to think of a good DIY project, because everyone else did everything already. but then i thought of something that i could teach you to make, because i'm an expert on the subject, and feel i am extraordinarily gifted in the art of it.

today, we're going to learn how to make...


it's even harder than it looks, but you'll just love it when you've mastered this tricky little craft. because, quite frankly, there are awkward people everywhere. i think God decided to make ten awkward people for every one not-awkward person alive. which means that, unless you're in some sort of cult that doesn't allow awkward people in, you're going to have to talk to an awkward person sometime. maybe today, even.

or maybe, like me, you are the awkward person. unlucky. but this DIY is still a helpful starting point for people like you and me, because awkward people trying to talk to awkward people is the next skill level up, and, though you can find the basics here, requires an additional tutorial.
but the point is not that.
the point is, are you ready?
jolly good.

first, you'll need to gather your materials.

just for starters, you'll need:

- at least one awkward person. for the sake of this DIY, we will call the hypothetical awkward person Phylliam [a hybrid of the names "Phyllis" and "William" so that you don't think i am thinking of any one person in particular even though i am.]

- a pair of sunglasses

- a lot of food

- a list of things to talk about

ok, the next thing to do is strike up [inevitably awkward] conversation with Phylliam. this step initially seems easy to most people, but Phylliam will tend to exhibit classic awkward signs within the first few seconds: fidgeting, making either too little or too much eye contact, saying awkward things, not responding [or over-responding] to anything you say, etc. but don't give up! the trick is to give a little slack, while pulling tight on the variables you can control and gently working forward without making it obvious.
you need to study your subject carefully--notice the ways in which he or she is awkward, and then come up with creative ways to counteract their awkward actions, while trying very hard not to be awkward yourself. [the latter part is usually where i fail miserably.]

examples:
fig.1a: Phylliam is staring right straight directly exactly into your eyes while you're trying to tell him/her about your recent family vacation. it's not romantic, or creepy, or anything, really, except for awkward.

OR.

fig.1b: Phylliam has not even glanced in your direction once since you began talking, and you have this awkward feeling that it's because they're feeling awkward about looking at you at all.

fig.1c: don't make it even more awkward by reciprocating! put on your sunglasses, and close your eyes. easy. if you feel awkward about carrying on a conversation with your eyes closed, then that is your problem, not mine or Phylliam's.


fig.2a: Phylliam isn't very talkative and everything you say is met with silence.

OR.

fig.2b: Phylliam monopolizes the conversation, but everything he/she says comes out too much, too loud, too rude, or too lame.


don't make it even more awkward by sitting there in silence! take charge of the conversation! here's where the food comes in: find out what kind of food Phylliam likes, and bring a lot of it. while they are eating, read from your prepared list of things to talk about. the food should not keep Philliam from saying anything, it should simply moderate his/her flow of words to a happy medium. or, if they weren't saying anything in the first place, at least you can rest assured that they probably like you because you fed them their favorite food, and at least their mouth is doing SOMETHING. i feel that something is always less awkward than nothing.


[you could also bring a pacifier. but only if the offending party is an infant.]

these are only two of the common issues i've experienced, but there are definitely more that you will have to deal with on a case-by-case basis. and with practice, you'll get better at it! and then, we'll be able to go out for coffee!

for the haters who are definitely going to write me nasty letters such as, "this is not a craft DIY, i wanted a craft DIY, what good is a DIY that is not a craft DIY": consider, for a moment, the amount of awkward people out there versus the amount of people that can knit or make you a dress out of a pillowcase. those numbers should cause you to stop and think. because you are probably 10 times more likely to go for coffee with someone who is awkward than with someone who can make you a dress out of a pillowcase.