22.7.09

THIS IS TWEE, ER, TUESDAY.

Ok, so it's Wednesday. But get prepared for some seriously cute alliteration...Wednesday brings you the Where the Wild Things Are trailer. This. looks. so. amazing. It's not even twee or precious, just honest-to-goodness heartwarming and dangerously adorable. You know it's gonna be good when the trailer gets you all choked up. And the music! Come on!

15.7.09

THIS IS FAVORITE WORDS.

This is favorite words, from girls whose names start with A:

“I ordered a glass of champagne on the plane today, and the flight attendant asked, ‘Are you old enough to drink?’, I was like, ‘I’m old enough to worry about being infertile, so yes!" -Amy Adams


"One of my favorite phobias is that girls, especially those whose tastes aren't routine, often don't get a fair break... It has come down through the generations, an inheritance of age-old customs which produced the corollary that women are bred to timidity." -Amelia Earhart

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman. -Anais Nin

14.7.09

THIS IS TWEE TUESDAY.

I came across this video a few weeks ago, and I was actually gonna see them by coincidence in NYC but plans got changed. Anyway, completely adorable. Makes me glad to be a girl, and miss days when you wake up hungover with friends, throw on grungy cute clothes and assure each other of your adorableness, listen to music, and go on adventures. Mmmmm. I love being a kid. For me, subtract half the cuteness and all of the musical talent.

THIS IS THE CATCALL HALL OF FAME.

Street courting rears it's ugly, unintentionally hilarious head once again, as we knew it would. You know the saying: if you don't laugh, you'll go on a homicidal killing spree. Wait, that's not it? Silly me, I must be so busy being pretty that I just forgot. Whoops!

For posterity:

Me: Digging through bag for cellphone at subway stop near home.

Dude: Conspiratorially and uncomfortably near as he comes up the stairs: Hey, beautiful stranger.

Pause for groans and the gnashing of teeth.

Dude: Can't even say hey back?

Me: Hey. With goofy fucking smile that involuntarily appears due to the absurdity of times like these.

Dude: Approaching with renewed energy. How are you? What's your name?

Me: Silence.

Dude: Too tired to talk?

Me: I'm exhausted. Searching desperately for phone.

Dude: Simultaneously saying: Come on, what's your name? Can I give you my number? Would you call?

Me: No.

Dude: I don't see no ring on your finger.

Me: I have a boyfriend (a completely necessary lie). Phone found, begin walking away.

Dude: Really? You've gotta be kidding me.

Me: Yeah. Shrug, walk faster away.

Him: Calling after me. What about a man friend?

This shit happens every. damn. day.

13.7.09

THIS IS HUGE, EPIC, EVEN, TITANIC?

This is so f*cking funny and ridiculous I almost wish I had never heard it so I could hear it for the first time again. I love the Moth podcast, you should get into it. Then we'll be in the same boat. Heh. Heh.




Now who's up for some hot carriage boiler-room action?

THIS IS HOW.

To look busy at work while checking your horoscope: it's classified, but it involves serious typing and straight posture.

Also: You're finding it harder and harder to deal with one person at work or near your residence, and today you may need to confront them directly. That's nobody's idea of fun, but you get it done.

Interesting. Maybe being "that intern" is getting to me?

Also: This is my special friend Patti Smith, singer of this sweet (as in righteous, killer) song. Originally by the Doors, of course.



One of the best lines, I think : the cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes.

10.7.09

THIS IS THE CATCALL HALL OF FAME.

Cause sometimes sketchy dudes really bring out the big guns, sexual-harassment-wise. Sure to be a recurring post due to living in the capital of leering, jeering, and general gender-policing of the inspired variety.


I present our first winner:

Me: walking down the street

Old dude: tottering on street corner You're very pretty.

Me: looking up startled Thanks.

Old Dude: And polite.

Me: Walking away, thinking, thanks for your unsolicited opinion of my courtesy and prettiness, weird, old dude! thanks!

Old Dude: shouting after me, Actually, you fine as hell!

anddddd, scene.

THIS IS DOUBLE-TIMING.


That's right I'm two-timing. Deal with it. Check out my post and listen to the awesome girls, already.

7.7.09

THIS IS TWEE TUESDAY.

Hello children. Running around the city picking up and dropping off packages, mailing people about movie screenings, and getting into serious hijinks with visiting friends has left me sadly neglectful and a little burnt out. But posh on excuses, for they are a scourge on our society and shall not be tolerated. With no further nonsense, I present to you some unbearably sweet things.

This is an absolutely soul-suckingly cute proposal-true-love-for-ever-and-ever song from one of my favorite alt-country bands led by the equally appallingly cute Rhett Miller.



This isn't their best song but definitely the most shamelessly adorable. On the cuteness factor, it brings back great memories of seeing them in concert in Philly with my twin sister and two best friends.
This picture, in the wedding theme, is of the cute-cute-ness of my sister's wedding last year. Say it with me: dawwwwww. Courtesy Erin, who had a pretty dang cute anniversary herself lately.

And last but not least, an adorable and talented friend from BMC has started a hilarious and cute-approved blog about her cute and witty crushes and cute and witty co-workers in cute and (sweaty) Philly. Check it out.