I can’t stop singing along

So I watched this when it came out in installments and actually gave money to iTunes so that I could own it. Do you like Joss Whedon? Do you think the Buffy musical was awesome? Then you will totally love the hell out of this. Watch it while you still can before it gets taken down. And, in advance, you’re welcome.

Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog

It’s the little things

This is stupid.  Do I care?  Not a whit, I will watch it several times over and even get the stupid little song stuck in my head.

Another great Saturday

Yesterday was just great.  I woke up and met M for the early showing of Wanted.  Yes, I had already seen it, but Molly hadn’t and I wanted to see it again.  Besides, I had agreed to let her take me to a movie in exchange for my patented airport service.

After the movie, we took a quick trip to Half Price books where I bought two Madeline L’Engle books (I have been super nostalgic lately) and some other stuff.

Then we stopped at Sonic for some cheap, sweet, frozen coffee and ice cream.  Drinks in hand, we started driving around all the back roads in NW Austin we could think of, including going out toward Hippie Hollow.

That prompted us to take a trip downtown to Whole Foods because I needed some more N.O. Brew.  As we enter the store, M suggests that we get ingredients for mojitos.  This, naturally, seems like the best idea ever.  So we buy ingredients for regular mojitos and pineapple/Thai basil mojitos.  We call G and K and tell them we’re going back to my place and they are invited.

As we approach my apartment, I realize that I have no clue if I still own any rum.  Or a cocktail shaker, for that matter.  So we stop at the liquor store where they sell both.  Upon leaving THAT store, we wonder if we bought enough limes and I realize I probably don’t have any ice.  The poor planning just keeps on happening.  So we stop at HEB to pick up more limes and a bag of ice.  Also, I buy some fresh pineapple just because.  We finally make it to my place and M starts making mint-flavored simple syrup.  G and K show up and we all contribute to a highly inappropriate conversation on my porch.

People are hungry.  G and K go home to cook while M and I run out to dinner at Kim Phung, a Vietnamese restaurant with amazing food and we split the biggest bowl of bun (noodle salad) ever with egg rolls and grilled pork on top.  Also, we each get a spring roll with roast duck inside.  The entire bill, to feed both of us is $14, no lie.  I am impressed all over again.

Then M leaves to go home, I head over to her house, and G, K, and their friend, B join us.  More conversation and listening to odd music and I finally had to head home because I was just so exhausted.

And THAT is what makes a great Saturday.

Irrational

I can’t believe I’m admitting to this in such a public forum.

Earlier this evening I was talking to H on the phone.  I heard a loud whooshing sound.

Me: What are you doing?
H: Filling up my tub, I’m gonna take a bath.
Me: Don’t drop the phone in the water . . . I might get electrocuted.
H: What?
Me: Um . . . yeah.  That doesn’t actually make sense, does it?
H: Really doesn’t.

In my defense, my sleeping schedule is completely off and wonky and it might be causing actual holes in my brain.  So shut up.

Dinner parties

I keep having ideas for dinner party themes and, I think M will back me up on this, they’re great.  Maybe a bit unusual, but great.

First, I want to have a white trash dinner party.  The main course will probably be a casserole that features cream of something condensed soup.  Odds are tuna will also be prominently featured, and maybe some potato chips as a topping.  Something else will be floated in jello.  Sweet tea will abound.  For dessert I will actually make white trash (Golden Grahams cereal and peanuts coated in white chocolate).  I need more ideas, though.

Also, I want to make a fairly southern meal.  Contrary to popular belief, this is NOT the same as the white trash dinner.  Just so you know.  So far the menu includes smothered pork chops, collard greens with hamhock, okra and tomatoes, cornbread, and sweet potato pie.  That feels pretty damn southern to me.  Oh, and there will also be white rice to pour the gravy on.

I really want to make gyoza dumplings, which almost requires that I have a party since it’s not even possible to make less than 50 at a time.  A classmate showed me how to make them and I’ve been itching to try it.  But C won’t eat them so I need to have people over.

In fact, C won’t eat much at the southern dinner either.  God, she’s picky.

Also, I wish lump crabmeat wasn’t so expensive because I’ve really been wanting to try seafood cannelloni (crab and cheese inside crepes with a bechemel sauce over the whole thing).  But it is.  And even if I COULD get good crabs here, I hate picking crabs more than anything.

If anyone has any ideas about stuff I should cook, or dinner party themes, or anything at all, please comment.  I’m in a culinary rut or something and I’m getting really bored.

Intentional

Some girl is sniffing ’round my friend’s boyfriend.  If I had the time and the money I’d go smack her in the face.  And my friend insists that she’s a sweet person, this interloper, and that she maybe doesn’t know what she’s doing.  Well that’s bullshit and I don’t mind saying it.  No one brings someone homemade food and cookies to work, or runs to him every time there’s a problem, or manages to sit next to him at EVERY social gathering without an ulterior motive.

My friend also insists that this girl is super nice to her.  Well YEAH.  Of course.  That’s how you do it.  You don’t want to look like the BAD person, just the better person.  This is an elaborate game and there are rules.  The main rule being: Don’t look like a crazy bitch who can’t keep her clothes on.  You just have to be available and consistently look like the right choice.  And let the guy feel like a hero in numerable small ways.  Most girls know this and can recognize it, but my friend is not a girly girl (which is why I like her so much) and I had to explain to her why this other girl is bad news.  And I’m still offering to drive home and smack her in the mouth.

Just remember, friend of mine, you are awesome and gorgeous and a great many things I wish I could be.  Also, C keeps a bat around here somewhere and I’m allowed to borrow it.

Saturday in Texas

C and I have been having a great day.  Drove out and had good Mexican food for lunch, drove around and looked at pretty houses, stopped for a snowball.  Then we went and picked up my car from M’s house because, um, I left it there last night when I asked C to pick me up.  I BARELY drank, I swear.  What happened was I felt a headache coming on and fumbled in my purse because I always seem to have a baggie full of aspirin or ibuprofen.  So I took two.  And a little later felt odd.  When C arrived, she asked to look at what I took and apparently I took two muscle relaxers.  Oops.  But my back totally stopped hurting and I slept really well so . . . ok.

Anyway, when we got home I ran upstairs and then heard C yelling.  Apparently she thought she had a rock in her sandal and took off her shoe to get it out.  A gecko ran out of her shoe.  No rock, just a baby gecko.  And she eventually caught it before the cats could and threw it outside but now she’s still kind of freaking out because she swears she can still feel the gecko crawling on her foot.  And I am highly amused.

Like the apocalypse is coming

No, I’m not stocking up on gas or canned goods or anything sensible like that.  I am stocking up on Loreal Color Pulse.

Let me explain.  This is the best product ever for those of us who still dye our hair at home (don’t judge me, Lisa).  It is ammonia-free and makes your hair all super shiny.  It comes in great colors.  It isn’t permanent.  It can go over regular hair dye.  It is amazing.

And it has pretty much been discontinued.  This makes me cry all day.  So M and I are stockpiling because people are selling it on ebay and amazon and stuff.  I bought 4 boxes each of lively auburn and funky cherry.  M just purchased 7 of the red pulse.  I will probably buy another 7 of red pulse this very afternoon.

Obsession?  Perhaps.  But my hair looks better than yours.  And I plan on keeping it that way.

Awesome

I went and saw the movie Wanted tonight with C.  I love it, and I might go see it again.  Plot holes be damned (and there were more than a few).  I just like watching shit get blown up, and good car chases, and curving bullets.  I was more than pleased.  AND Morgan Freeman curses.  That made my year, I think.

The worst/weirdest day

This isn’t my day, thank God.  It belongs to C.  And she has graciously allowed me to tell you all about it.

She’s working the closing shift at a store in what we’re going to call a mildly shifty neighborhood.  During her shift she:

• Stops a shoplifter.  She’s on a ladder and can see the entire store, namely this man slipping red Revlon nail polish into his pocket.  She hops down and asks him if she can help him find anything.  He is shopping for his girlfriend, he says.  He goes and fumbles around with some body wash and drops a bottle of it.  C makes him buy it and brings him up to the counter.  She holds his change hostage until he gives back the nail polish that is still in his pocket.  He slams it onto the counter and she halfway hopes he breaks that as well so she can charge him.
• Avoids a hug from a bum with drool rolling down his face and chest.  Said bum claims to be looking for one of those pens with 4 colors in one pen.  He says she’s crazy when she tells him they aren’t made anymore.  As he goes to hug her, she back-pedals quickly and says loudly “Don’t touch me.  Nobody touches me!”  He says “But sometimes it’s okay to be touched, especially—”  “Do not continue that statement!  Get the hell out of my store!”
• Watches while a woman with pus, scabs, and track marks on both arms disputes her foot-long receipt.  C, who has been looking at this receipt for 10 minutes or more stops the woman from taking a bottle of chocolate milk with her because “that’s not on the receipt.”
• Sees a cop slam a man’s head into a gas-station counter
• Is told by the cashier at the next gas station that she has beautiful eyes.  She just wants to buy her beer.  Seriously.

But the best part is yet to come.  The following is a conversation overheard by C at work.

Customer: I know yall are about to close, can I just get my stuff real quick and get out?
Sales Clerk: Sure, what can I help you find?
Customer: I need something for jock itch.
Sales Clerk: Okay, that’s over this way.  (they walk down the aisle where C is).  We have this kind and this kind.
Customer: What’s better?  The cream or the spray?
Sales Clerk: I’m really not the one to answer that, I wouldn’t know.  (the clerk is female, just so you know)
Customer: Okay, I’ll take this one.
Sales Clerk: Great.  Anything else I can help you find?
Customer: Yeah, condoms.
(long pause)
Sales Clerk: Seriously?  I don’t think that’s a good idea to mix with this particular ailment.
Customer: But I need them.
Sales Clerk: Um . . . okay.
(leads him off and eventually returns to C, who is laughing)
Sales Clerk: Oh god, that was disgusting.
C: How did you keep a straight face?
Sales Clerk: I don’t know.  But I’m so glad I’m gay.