Thursday, June 29, 2006

Doomsday

Kind of creepy that there will probs be a huge spike in traffic at Weather.com come doomsday. And I mean creepy in a "pathetic human condition" way.

Tidbit: I never say "probs" and I'm not sure I believe in Doomsday. This post was written in my new "blogger girl" character I'm developing, just to be doing something.

Wet t-shirt contest

I've been having a wet t-shirt contest with myself all day. It's a private, solo contest which consists of one rule: me never letting my jetblack t-shirt dry or I will die of heat-related troubles.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Hey, sorry the blogging has been a bit thin of late!

I got busy doing stuff like rasterbating the revver homepage.

Tonite at Pianos

Sundays at Pianos "Cavalcade"

This Week's Lineup
Aziz Ansari
Chelsea Peretti
Craig Baldo
John Mulaney
DJ Blue (host)

Show Starts at 8

Pianos 158 Ludlow

Monday, June 19, 2006

TIPS

1. Be vigilant.
2. If you don't recognize a person, don't say hi.
3. Rational thought.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

From the blog of JK

Couple items of note from JK's most recent post...

"The next morning i woke up with the most ridiculous hipster bedhead ever."



And, The Hottest Pic of a Math PhD Candidate Ever Taken:

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

10PM Rififi TONITE

Come thru! Michael Showalter's Bogus Journey into Night

With: Andrea Rosen, Demetri Martin, Me, Michael

Tuesday, June 6, 2006

Guess who took this NYC glamour shot?



None other than fellow bloggeur...JK during his highly anticipated visit to NY! We went to Hoboken! He met Adam Wade! He tried the Italian Tuna Sandwich! We talked about his new ladykilling techniques.

Blogger, btw, is completely ffed up right now. So images are touch and go. Maybe imagine the aforementioned photo.

Sunday, June 4, 2006

MARILYN MONDAYS...



"Money is silly."

Going back to school!


School of Excellent Behavior


School of Brochure-Caliber Smiles


School of Posed Laughter


School of Unfocused Seduction


School of Meeting a Stranger Who Turns Out to be a Photographer Who Photographs Us Then Gives Us All Rides Home

Not pictured: School of Don't Send a Concerned Email We All Made It Home Fine and Everything's Fine We Have Great Instincts With This Sort of Thing

Friday, June 2, 2006

A Meditation

Imagine seeing him all the time,
Holding another hand.
She's starin' me down,
So I figure that he told her who I am.
But it don't matter either way,
What they do or say cause aint nothin' changed.
He's standing with her, but his soul is calling out my name.

In my mind, I'll always be his lady.
In my mind, I'll always be his girl.

Saw his momma just the other day,
Said he'd been through a spell.
Had a bad break up, thinks he's on his way up, it's hard to tell.
She said I think it'd do some good if you called him every now and then.
You see he's been through some things and I'm thinking he could really use a friend.

In my mind, I'll always be his lady.
In my mind, I'll always be his girl.
Only time can tell if I'm his lady.
But in my mind, I'll always be his girl.

They say if you lost something, you've got to let it go.
And if it comes back, then it means so much more.
But if it never does, at least you will know,
That it was something you had to go through to grow.

In my mind, I'll always be his lady.
In my mind, I'll always be his girl.
Only time will tell if I'm his lady.
But in my mind, I'll always be his girl.

Always feel this way about ya,
Always be your lady,
In my heart, in my mind.
In my heart, in my mind.
In my soul, in my mind.
Baby you should know,
You're in my thoughts, in my mind.
You're in my prayers, in my mind.
I'll always be your girl.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Some light Friday reading

"Was the 2004 Election Stolen?" --Robert F. Kennedy Jr., for Rolling Stone Magazine

TGIF!

UPDATE:

L. contributes this link to a contrary Salon article.

THE PLOT THICKENS...!

PS I've taken to saying "The plot thickens!" all the time. It's an amazing phrase in that there's no way to ever say it without an intense air of douchbaggery. Yet it remains subtle enough to slip into conversation unnoticed.

PPS Another phrase I'm really into right now is: "I'm bored!" So childish and simple and true. Adults hardly ever say this phrase. Adults! Try it out! Especially in a lull in awkward group conversation.

Variety Shac this coming Tuesday, June 6th

Hello, friends. Welcome.

You are invited to join us at a special Shac show....Tuesday, June 6th.

Galapagos *special back room*
70 N. 6th St.
8:30 sharp
$5
L train to Bedford




Our special new short film...
A pair of *very special* guests...

And you, a special member of our audience.

PLUS:

Special sweets on hand that relate to our short film!


Special Shonali with her special music!


The Queen of Specialness!

AND I THINK WE KNOW WHAT MY DEAL IS....



ROLL THROUGH!


Please note: July's Shac falls on the 4th of July and will either be rescheduled or cancelled...so try to make this June bonanza if you canza!

Thursday, June 1, 2006

HAPPY 80TH TO MARILYN MONROE



THANKS TO EU AND GJ FOR REMINDING ME THAT TODAY IS MARILYN'S BDAY.

Related: Tricia Romano's "The Sober Bunch".

Having intermittent gmail problems?

At one time...I believed gmail would be the perfect email...

At one time...my attitude toward others, such as hotmail users, was poor.

At one time...my spirit sang: "You havin email problems, I feel bad for you, son, I got 99 problems but gmail ain't 1..."

But now...I have 1,000s of problems, and gmail is one.




Another day has gone
Im still all alone
How could this be
My email's not here with me
My email never said goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did it have to go
And leave my world so cold

Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did gmail slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That you are not alone
For I am here with you


Why is this account management coming up? I want to check my email. I can't get off this page.

I still love you google and patiently await gmail perfection.

------

GABRIEL WRITES:

Dear Chelsea,

I just read your post about gmail and I sure can relate to it, you
almost made me cry. I wanted to bare my soul and express my feelings,
yet there's no way to post a comment on your blog, why is that? Now
I've lost momentum...

Gabriel