Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Yeah, me neither...until I was writing it in an e-mail.
(According to numerous dictionaries)
However, contrary to what you may think, the plural of 'no' is not NOSE, it is 'noes.'
Monday, September 29, 2008
My dear ol' Dad. He tries so hard.
"And the musical guest for tonight is Duffy..." says the television screen, announcing her on Saturday Night Live. To which my dad responds:
"Hmm...Duffy? Never heard of her. Wait! I have! Hilary Duffy from Disney, right?"
Then we go on to discuss good dancers (because turns out Duffy is terrible at dancing and singing live, actually)
"She's no Beyonce" - once again, Joe with the quote.
He can't be stopped.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
These two girls were out one night in the San Francisco Marina district and were hanging outside of the bars, trying to find a cab. One of the girls, Olga, ends up meeting this guy, Dmitri, and they talk for - at the most - two minutes. She hands him her business card and says, "Call me."
Here are the actual voicemails he left her. Yes he left her two and yes, they are both worth listening to.
I'm having a hard time picking my favorite quote, but he is pretty bold with, "I'm one of the few men in this city that has nothing wrong with him."
I beg to differ. I can think of two things wrong with you: voicemail #1 and voicemail #2.
Dmitri, you old stud.
...which got me thinking about quite possibly the worst song lyrics ever. And by worst, I mean best, of course.
So naturally, I gathered Google's many references and found this website:
Top 20 Worst Song Lyrics (according to Spinner.com)
Please don't take these personally. I have a few favorite artists guilty as charged with the occasional bad song lyric.
Sometimes we let it slide; and sometimes, well, we really can't let it go.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
I'm sure he has a collection of rainbows.
To conclude their season (almost), sixteen rookies were forced to dress up in Hooters outfits and parade around:
Definitely delightfully tacky.
[Overheard at my office, approx. 12:14pm]
Thursday, September 18, 2008
** Time to start freaking out about having the best Halloween costume ever - something original, that has never been done before! AHHH.
If you're feeling the stress of a great costume, well that's lame because it is early. However, lucky for you, I have come up with a few even lamer options! Yay. Awesome. But whatever you do, don't tell anyone you heard these from me.
1) Take a popular song lyrics and to quote that Project Runway dude with the accent from nowhere, "Make it work." Here's one I thought of: Tune into "Girl on TV" by LFO [yes, the Lyte Funky Ones...come on, people] and if you're a girl (or I guess, even if you're not), channel Jennifer Love Hewitt and be the girl on TV. Find a cardboard box, cut space for the screen, place on head, DONE.
2) New kids on the block are "back," (according to my friend, A). You could be a new kid on the block. Dress however you want and wear a name tag that says "Hi, I'm the new kid on the block." Therefore, no explanation needed.
3) Every year, my mom suggests being a "serial killer." Though a morbid thought, the costume would be entertaining. She says to place cereal boxes all over your body and carry around a [fake] knife. Hmmm. This costume isn't recommended by me.
4) I know this has been done because well, I did it last year: Nudist on strike. I'm not explaining this to you because it's clever. However, I will tell you that clothing is required.
5) Old Navy. Wear a bunch of clothing that is faded/distressed navy. You could also walk around singing Ingrid Michaelson then you'd practically be an Old Navy commercial.
...That's all I've got for now. Oh and I do have a random candy corn fact! Nearly 35 million pounds of candy corn are produced every year. Sweeeeet.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The RedBall Project Chicago Sponsored by Target
September 1 - 25
Chicago Cultural Center, various locations across the city
Artist Kurt Perschke's RedBall Project is a mobile sculptural performance that functions as a series of daily installations over a period of one month. The site-specific installations of the 15-foot inflatable sphere will be boldly present and smoothly transient, moving between chosen locations and engaging people on the Chicago streets and near landmark buildings. As public art that migrates, RedBall is unique in each city.
Perschke works onsite considering and curating RedBall within a city’s distinct urban landscape. The artist's decisions about embedding RedBall address not only architecture and urban space, but also anticipate the flow of people, traffic and the observer's eye.
What used to be neglected space becomes a realm of possibilities. Compressed in every site, RedBall changes its own shape, as well as the space it inhabits, directly reflecting our experience of metropolitan density.
(story compliments of: http://tinyurl.com/64vmke)
The BALL is currently sitting pretty outside our office. Read more about it here: http://redballproject.com/chicago/index.php
Now Chicago has balls.
And beans. And bears. And bulls.
- "J, did D tell you our story at lunch?"
- "Oh yeah, about the marijuana?"
[heard at 1:32 pm]
- "Kerri is listening to every other word you're saying" Truth.
[heard at 1:39 pm]
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Lately, I have not been wrong.
Case and point:
I just went out to lunch and was explaining this theory to my dad, referencing a few examples so he would recognize it was a legit thought process. As I was studying the menu to decide what to order, I came across the "COB Salad." I thought two things: 1) this was their cobb salad that they just awkwardly capitalized and forgot a 'b' or 2) this was a C.O.B. Salad so it was capitalized for good reason because it stood for something. Since I was about to order it, I decided to ask the waiter.
Turns out - it was a cobb salad, spelled wrong.
Ha. Luv it.