Friday, July 28, 2006

Questionable 90s Music
For no good reason, I'm compiling a list of bands that lived and died in the 90s.

Counting Crows
The Wallflowers
Eve 6 (pictured above - they sag that "I wanna put my tender heart in a blender" song)
Matchbox 20
Soul Asylum
The Spin Doctors

I know there's so much more. Suggestions?

Monday, July 24, 2006

This Heat Ain't Right
Last night we walked to 7-11 for ice cream, and I was tempted to climb inside the freezer and just be among the bags of ice. Thankfully, the length of my judgment hadn't melted down all the way yet, and I nixed the idea at the last second.

Diddy has this acne cream now. In the commercials, he claims it "moisturizes your situation". I mocked it endlessly after I saw it, but now it doesn't sound so ridiculous. My situation needs moisturising! (Diddy also claims the cream "preserves your sexy", but I'm fine in that department -- obviously).

Thursday, July 20, 2006

I hate grocery shopping
Not as much as I used to. I used to put it off until I had nothing but mustard and pasta left. I'd try and time my visits perfectly, so I could catch the grocery store off guard, when its crowds were low. Now I can suck it up and go pretty much any time. I've matured. But if I had to choose between grocery shopping, and watching an episode of So You Think You Can Dance.... please don't make me choose.

My favorite kind of people at the grocery store are the cell-chatters. I'm guilty of this myself. But I keep my head up. I maintain a tight cart-navigation to shopping to conversation ratio. If one of them has to suffer, it's the cell phone. Sorry, friends. I have to respect the space I'm sharing with literally millions of other people.

The other night around 10pm I dropped in on Ralph's for some orange juice. The crowds were INSANE. Who does full-on shopping at 10pm?! But I stuck it out because I'm mature now. When I got in line, there was this girl with a rat tail, but it was styled, so I guess that makes it okay. She talked loudly into her ear piece while looking at a display for peaches. Most importantly, she was sort of near the line. After standing in line for about a minute, a curt voice behind me says, "Excuse me, sir. I was standing over there, and you got in line." So I said, "Sorry, I didn't see you over there", and let her in.

Then, confirming my assumptions about her, she told her friend on the phone, "Yeah, so today I saw You, Me, and Dupree, and it really got to me because there's a relationship in it. It just made me think."

Maybe another time I'll discuss the differences between Ralph's, which is actually pretty civilized, and Trader Joe's, which is a hub of every-man-for-himself anarchy shopping.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Avoiding Stink Hand
Two things I will always avoid prolonged contact with:

rubber bands

Nothing gives you Stink Hand like rubber and copper. I loathe having to open up new boxes of rubber bands at work. When I dig my hand in there, it feels like I'm fishing in a pit of snakes, probably because it reminds me of the barrel of rubber snakes in the store at Disneyland. You know, across from the Indiana Jones ride. Odd: those snakes? Fun. Rubber band snakes? Creepy. And full of stink.

For similar reasons, I pocket my change right away. Or give it away. It has the added bonus of making people think I'm generous. So I stay fresh and philanthropic. Look into it.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Over the weekend, I went with Marah's dad to an authentic fish market in San Francisco. 'Authentic' means they club the fish right in front of you if it still wiggles on the scale. They must've pounded extra flavor into it, because mmmm it was tasty.

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