November 25, 2008

jesus christ superstar supersucked.

if anyone ( ! ) ever claims to like this play, they are lying. if they're not lying, they have incredibly bad taste and should never be taken seriously.

mims and i were lucky enough to get in for free. and even so, we went with open minds and open hearts, starving for a much needed dose of culture and the arts.

my first thoughts were somewhere along the lines of: oh! so this is a comedy. but then the punch line never came and i saw that some parishioners seated down two pews (if i may) were crying. clearly, i was mistaken. and for a moment, i thought maybe i should cry too. indeed, i was in pain.

i did find specks of merit in a few chord progressions, and while these could not save the show, the soundtrack is its best asset. that said, please rethink that pat on that back you may be about to offer dear old andy lloyd...because he's no master. even phantom, which is his best effort, isn't all that snazzy.

and so, through the first half we persevered. and when that was over, we fought our instincts and decided not to leave during intermission. yet, another example of how important those gut feelings can be.

the second half was plagued with a serious case of the eye rolls and our versions of a henry restless leg encounter. until at last, act ii was at a close and ted neely was condemned by pontius pilate to stop his country/rock screaming tirade.

please, please. i never want to hear the buzz and i never want to be told whats-a-happenin' ever again.

and i propose you spare yourself a show that tortures even it's characters. no need to get curious on that front.

November 20, 2008

boot love.

OK. What's on today's agenda....

the constant search for self? nah.
the truth of the universe? nah.
the incessant disappointment i feel everyday at many a thing? nah.

boots? yes!

i have been on a quest for the perfect pair of boots. for quite some time i believed i would never find them. i bought two pairs and returned them both, dissatisfied with their appearance in my own mirror.

but fear not boot lovers, i found them.

yes, last night, in my last ditch effort to find these elusive boots of mine, i visited the fashion valley mall. there, i entered the steve madden store. and immediately, i handed 3 styles of boot to the sales gal. size 8 please. i have to account for socks.

first pair. eh. hank said they were decent. second pair. love. i felt it right away. hank said yar! third pair, just to be sure. nah, not so much. hank said nevah!

and so, the second pair it was. hooray. if you see me on the street, tell me my boots are sweet. 'cause they is.

and then ask why i'm on the street. damnit.

November 14, 2008

me, to date.

ah, my most recent life and all that fills it.

to name a few...
president-elect obama (um, yeah. we did.)
npr (thank you fm radio and to carrie d.)
rachel maddow (she's got a point)
keith olbermann (special comment anyone?)
anderson cooper
anderson cooper
anderson cooper (mmmm)
and most recently...
top chef. thank you nov. 12th.

truly, this time is a good time.

makes me want to sing. and i do. now if i can just get my piano and some guitar lessons. preferably by an inspired me.

and music, you ask? wellllll...

brett dennen
julieta venegas
my morning jacket
the weepies
vanessa carlton (always)
jessie baylin
the dead
and way too many itunes purchases.
...much due to gerbtastic. spectacular music man that he is.

oh look, there's a glass of wine in front of me. guess that's the bell.

November 3, 2008


i got my obama|biden magnet last week.
i know, a little late in the game...

i love it.

tomorrow is the day. c'mon america, don't let me down.