The first episode of the new season of Flight of the Conchords premiered online yesterday. And it's embedable!
Myself, I wouldn't give this one 4 stars. In fact, the number of stars I'd give it I'll just keep to myself. But I believe in these guys and have faith that the rest of the season will be really funny and that they'll have new songs that I feel like listening to all the way through. I guess I'm a little disappointed that the predictable thing happened (spoiler alert, I suppose) and they hit the reset button on last season's finale's crazy conclusion.
At least they didn't move to LA or anything.
PS Presently I'm crashing at Dave's while he's out of town. It's nice to learn all about feeling loads of gratitude.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
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Sunday, December 14, 2008
Best Christmas Time is Party Time
New York's best parade is at Halloween and its best parties are at Christmas.
A big tradition is the annual Ugly Sweater party, hosted this year by Sean and his apartment.
When a Facebook invite has 135 responses in the affirmative, you can expect some serious attendance. These two pictures were probably taken a little after 10, a LOT more people would show up.
Let's just do pictures, ok?
But on occasion I'll pop in here to say stuff like, "Karen made this crazy good dessert. It was so rich you had to take it real slow."
Melissa demonstrating her trademark chest-pat dance.
See, Ali. I told you it would be fun.
Why must the highlights of the night always turn out blurry? I guess some memories are too beautiful to be captured in any way that would do them justice. And Hillary doesn't even read this blog! My flattery is wasted!
Sean administers the awards for Best Sweater (Male), Best Sweater (Female), and Tightest Pants.
Also, Friday night was Meredith's famous annual party (My fourth one! I can't believe it!) Lots of pictures were being taken by others at this elegant affair...me, it seems I took two.
1) Karen and me. I felt like I blinked during the picture taken with her camera, so (if you couldn't tell) I'm trying really hard in this one to make sure my eyes are wide open.
2) Riding home in a cab with Bryndee and Hyeku. Poor Sister Song was so cold, we tried everything we could to warm her up.
A big tradition is the annual Ugly Sweater party, hosted this year by Sean and his apartment.
When a Facebook invite has 135 responses in the affirmative, you can expect some serious attendance. These two pictures were probably taken a little after 10, a LOT more people would show up.
Let's just do pictures, ok?
But on occasion I'll pop in here to say stuff like, "Karen made this crazy good dessert. It was so rich you had to take it real slow."
Melissa demonstrating her trademark chest-pat dance.
See, Ali. I told you it would be fun.
Why must the highlights of the night always turn out blurry? I guess some memories are too beautiful to be captured in any way that would do them justice. And Hillary doesn't even read this blog! My flattery is wasted!
Sean administers the awards for Best Sweater (Male), Best Sweater (Female), and Tightest Pants.
Also, Friday night was Meredith's famous annual party (My fourth one! I can't believe it!) Lots of pictures were being taken by others at this elegant affair...me, it seems I took two.
1) Karen and me. I felt like I blinked during the picture taken with her camera, so (if you couldn't tell) I'm trying really hard in this one to make sure my eyes are wide open.
2) Riding home in a cab with Bryndee and Hyeku. Poor Sister Song was so cold, we tried everything we could to warm her up.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Best Army of Balrogs
These are the mighty warriors that came to my aid yesterday.
Goodbye, belongings. May you be safe in your cave.
Goodbye, belongings. May you be safe in your cave.
Best Holy Smokes
I just came home*, clicked through my websites, visited the Drudgereport, saw the breaking news headline about the hedge fund guy that made the little $50 billion fraud they just found out about, clicked the link to see the Yahoo article. There's a picture of his office building. Holy smokes! I work in the same building as this guy?! Oh man, we are going to have things to talk about Monday morning.
The Yahoo Article to Which I Refer, Featuring the Photo of Which I Spoke
*And, for the sticklers out there, by "home" I mean the little rabbits nest I have built for myself in my now empty apartment that I still get to stay in until Sunday night or Monday morning, depending on how you read the contract.
The Yahoo Article to Which I Refer, Featuring the Photo of Which I Spoke
*And, for the sticklers out there, by "home" I mean the little rabbits nest I have built for myself in my now empty apartment that I still get to stay in until Sunday night or Monday morning, depending on how you read the contract.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Best Holiday Wishes
Zantar.
Collin sent this video to so many people on Facebook today that he got a message from the website warning him that he "may be engaging in annoying or abusive behavior."
Collin sent this video to so many people on Facebook today that he got a message from the website warning him that he "may be engaging in annoying or abusive behavior."
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Best This Calls for Perspective
When my great grandfather was my age (actually, a little younger) his house and everything his family owned all burned down in a fire. Me, I got Not Accepted by the board of the apartment I had been planning on moving into tomorrow. It could be worse! At least I have things to finish packing up to put into storage. Living out of my suitcase for a month or two will be exciting! Right?
Best Thanksgiving Time in California With Everyone, pt. 4: Do You Like Neat Old Stuff? or How Selby is this?!
Okay, let's check out the Greatgrandparents apartment by the temple...
We enter through the kitchen
And into the dining room
Passing through to the living room
Let's check out what's behind the secret door...
Balls!
The office
Another view
The master bedroom
Apparently they made three-piece temple suits
The stairs from the front entrance
I've been coming to this apartment every few years (with a higher rate of frequency during my childhood in California) and it is an absolute time capsule. It looks, smells, and feels the same today as any other day. I kind of remember it as being a pretty boring place to have to spend time at as a kid (especially if someone keeps you from sliding down stairs over and over...not so much a slide, really, a thump-thump-thumping upon the bottom or belly, carpet beneath and between the fingers, you know what I mean), but now I just walk from room to room going "wow!" and marveling at this museum of old stuff.
We enter through the kitchen
And into the dining room
Passing through to the living room
Let's check out what's behind the secret door...
Balls!
The office
Another view
The master bedroom
Apparently they made three-piece temple suits
The stairs from the front entrance
I've been coming to this apartment every few years (with a higher rate of frequency during my childhood in California) and it is an absolute time capsule. It looks, smells, and feels the same today as any other day. I kind of remember it as being a pretty boring place to have to spend time at as a kid (especially if someone keeps you from sliding down stairs over and over...not so much a slide, really, a thump-thump-thumping upon the bottom or belly, carpet beneath and between the fingers, you know what I mean), but now I just walk from room to room going "wow!" and marveling at this museum of old stuff.
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