Why I’m Not Allowed to Buy My Boyfriend Video Games

Me: Did you open that big box yet?

D: Opening now.

[Opens the Guitar Hero bundle that took 2+ weeks to get there]

D: Babe! A, You’re awesome. But B, You ordered it for Playstation. I HAVE AN XBOX 360.

Me: Oh, fuck. I forgot there was a difference.

Back to the drawing board. And let’s not forget this is this third Christmas present from me to D that he’s had to send back. I tell ya. I give up!

Better GMail

I don’t know from what rock I just crawled underneath, but I discovered Better GMail today and am loving it. It’s a simple Firefox (only) extension that allows you to customize the look and feel of your account.

Of course, this is just one of many GMail extensions, but don’t overdo it. Better GMail should do it. You can check it out (and download it) via LifeHacker here.

Will I have to buy the SpiderMan 3 Sountrack?

Oh god, I might. Because they’ve got a pretty impressive track list going, and by the looks of things, it’s all mostly unreleased stuff.

From whom, might you ask?

Rogue Wave
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
The Walkmen
Flaming Lips
Wolfmother
The Oohlas
etc., etc.

Check out the rest on [oh, fucking shit here it invariably comes] the Spiderman 3 MySpace page.

Will I have to buy the SpiderMan 3 Sountrack?

Oh god, I might. Because they’ve got a pretty impressive track list going, and by the looks of things, it’s all mostly unreleased stuff.

From whom, might you ask?

Rogue Wave
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
The Walkmen
Flaming Lips
Wolfmother
The Oohlas
etc., etc.

Check out the rest on [oh, fucking shit here it invariably comes] the Spiderman 3 MySpace page.

It is just like a mini mall!

Damn, has it been a week already? In all honesty, it feels like it’s been four. I’m still alive and mostly well. In recent days I’ve come to renewed terms about my job, as well as some other personal ventures, and have embarked on my illustrious return to soccer. **Simultaneously grins and grimaces, looking more like a fit of Bell’s Palsy than any decipherable emotion.**

I’ve got a couple other posts coming, but for now, enjoy the following:

Wine That Loves: Figuring out what which wine goes with that seafood just got easier.
Yelo NYC: Because Americans need siestas, dammit.
The National Funeral Directors Associaton: For real, or just a shitty SPAM site? (Make sure to peep the rotating images until you get the glamour shot.)
Geography test: It’s not as easy as you think.
The Yips! My job has me rapidly digressing to the mental status of a third grader. Which might be why I was so psyched to see this Yips (the martians from Sesame Street) video on YouTube. In this clip, the Yips meet the telephone. Moo!

(If you enjoyed that, then you obviously need to watch Ladybug’s Picnic [I almost cried], Ernie Dancing to Sleep, and Lily Tomlin talking about her sandwich …yep, the creepy one in the giant rocking chair.)

It’s just like a mini mall–hey, hey! This has been a fave around the office for two weeks running. Enjoy.

That’ll be all for now. Back to the sofa with some old school Icy Hot: macaroni and frozen yogurt.

[Jam of the Day]: Patsy Cline, Walkin’ After Midnight (One of the sexiest songs ever, in my opinion.)

It is just like a mini mall!

Damn, has it been a week already? In all honesty, it feels like it’s been four. I’m still alive and mostly well. In recent days I’ve come to renewed terms about my job, as well as some other personal ventures, and have embarked on my illustrious return to soccer. **Simultaneously grins and grimaces, looking more like a fit of Bell’s Palsy than any decipherable emotion.**

I’ve got a couple other posts coming, but for now, enjoy the following:

Wine That Loves: Figuring out what which wine goes with that seafood just got easier.
Yelo NYC: Because Americans need siestas, dammit.
The National Funeral Directors Associaton: For real, or just a shitty SPAM site? (Make sure to peep the rotating images until you get the glamour shot.)
Geography test: It’s not as easy as you think.
The Yips! My job has me rapidly digressing to the mental status of a third grader. Which might be why I was so psyched to see this Yips (the martians from Sesame Street) video on YouTube. In this clip, the Yips meet the telephone. Moo!

(If you enjoyed that, then you obviously need to watch Ladybug’s Picnic [I almost cried], Ernie Dancing to Sleep, and Lily Tomlin talking about her sandwich …yep, the creepy one in the giant rocking chair.)

It’s just like a mini mall–hey, hey! This has been a fave around the office for two weeks running. Enjoy.

That’ll be all for now. Back to the sofa with some old school Icy Hot: macaroni and frozen yogurt.

[Jam of the Day]: Patsy Cline, Walkin’ After Midnight (One of the sexiest songs ever, in my opinion.)

My Nabaztag/tag Is Here!

Well, not technically. I still have to order it. But I received the pre-order email with that tag line this morning.

I fell in love with these Wi-Fi supplying, news reading, notetaking, tai-chi practicing, audio streaming, directions spewing, wonder rabbits a couple months ago—and now they’re available in the States!

I won’t run out and buy one just yet (I’m currently in what my friend Peter referred to as a “backburner mentality”) but they’re pretty rad, you gotta admit. Just watch the demo. And let me know when you buy yours so my bunny can talk shit to your bunny.

[LINK]: The Nabazta(blo)g

My Nabaztag/tag Is Here!

Well, not technically. I still have to order it. But I received the pre-order email with that tag line this morning.

I fell in love with these Wi-Fi supplying, news reading, notetaking, tai-chi practicing, audio streaming, directions spewing, wonder rabbits a couple months ago—and now they’re available in the States!

I won’t run out and buy one just yet (I’m currently in what my friend Peter referred to as a “backburner mentality”) but they’re pretty rad, you gotta admit. Just watch the demo. And let me know when you buy yours so my bunny can talk shit to your bunny.

[LINK]: The Nabazta(blo)g

Two Items of Biznass

[UPDATE]: D got here just as planned on Friday night. Naysayers.

First thing’s first:

I don’t want to talk about the fucking weather. I don’t want to be emailed anymore weather reports or, Oh-my-God-you’re-getting-more-snow’s, or [especially], Oh-Jesus-God-what-if-the-snow-prohibits-the-visit-of-your-boy-on-Friday-
OH-FUCKING-CHRIST’s.

Seriously, I know we might get another foot of snow. I know it might hinder a certain someone’s travel plans this weekend. (It’s just occurred to me that I haven’t really mentioned this certain someone before, and yes he rules the school, thank you, and he shall henceforth be called “D.”) So enough with the weather updates. It’s not like I’m not F5-ing the weather page every 10 minutes and crying into my sleeve anyway.

Secondly (and much more happily), Astaic threw the Hungry Suitcase (also known as Sammy the Suitcase) my way this afternoon and I think it’s fantastic.

Here’s why:

1. The Hungry Suitcase is hilarious. Pack the margarita glass. I’m telling you, hilarious.
2. The Hungry Suitcase is a gorgeous, fun little app.
3. The Hungry Suitcase is just the kind of thing the fast-fading, [old-school] industries like travel and cruise need. Something fun, unique and quirky that people pass around at work—and beyond.

Now, is the Hungry Suitcase going to get me to book my next trip through a travel agent? Highly doubtful. Hey, I never said the Hungry Suitcase was the solution for sinking agencies and cruiselines (sea pun!). But it’s clever, innovative, and has viral potential. And that sure never hurts.

In case anyone was wondering, Sammy suggested that I take my next vacation in the Bahamas. I’d prefer Paris actually, but considering the current state of Denver weather, I could handle the beach.

[Jam of the Day]: Jaymay, Gray or Blue

Two Items of Biznass

[UPDATE]: D got here just as planned on Friday night. Naysayers.

First thing’s first:

I don’t want to talk about the fucking weather. I don’t want to be emailed anymore weather reports or, Oh-my-God-you’re-getting-more-snow’s, or [especially], Oh-Jesus-God-what-if-the-snow-prohibits-the-visit-of-your-boy-on-Friday-
OH-FUCKING-CHRIST’s.

Seriously, I know we might get another foot of snow. I know it might hinder a certain someone’s travel plans this weekend. (It’s just occurred to me that I haven’t really mentioned this certain someone before, and yes he rules the school, thank you, and he shall henceforth be called “D.”) So enough with the weather updates. It’s not like I’m not F5-ing the weather page every 10 minutes and crying into my sleeve anyway.

Secondly (and much more happily), Astaic threw the Hungry Suitcase (also known as Sammy the Suitcase) my way this afternoon and I think it’s fantastic.

Here’s why:

1. The Hungry Suitcase is hilarious. Pack the margarita glass. I’m telling you, hilarious.
2. The Hungry Suitcase is a gorgeous, fun little app.
3. The Hungry Suitcase is just the kind of thing the fast-fading, [old-school] industries like travel and cruise need. Something fun, unique and quirky that people pass around at work—and beyond.

Now, is the Hungry Suitcase going to get me to book my next trip through a travel agent? Highly doubtful. Hey, I never said the Hungry Suitcase was the solution for sinking agencies and cruiselines (sea pun!). But it’s clever, innovative, and has viral potential. And that sure never hurts.

In case anyone was wondering, Sammy suggested that I take my next vacation in the Bahamas. I’d prefer Paris actually, but considering the current state of Denver weather, I could handle the beach.

[Jam of the Day]: Jaymay, Gray or Blue