Tuesday, June 29, 2004

And you thought Evanston parking was tough

In my Northwestern inbox:

Effective October 1, 2004, vehicles without permits will receive a parking violation for $50.00. In addition, a small sticker will be placed on the driver's side window warning that an additional violation will result in the vehicle being "booted" or commercially towed at the owner's expense. When the vehicle receives a second violation, it will be "booted" or commercially towed, whether or not the fine associated with the first violation has been paid.

How do you spell hot? Let me count the ways!

I just sent an email to my little sister. Maybe it's just me, but would you feel weird sending an email to "HOTTEY4EVA AT HOTMAIL.COM" from their company email?

Maybe my sister just has a well-developed sense of irony.

At any rate, I encourage all of you to send her an email letting her know how hot she is. And the hotmail.com domain makes her doubly hot.

Monday, June 28, 2004

How do you like your hot dogs?

Do you like 'em "girthy"?

Ah, to be a fly on the wall when that ad campaign was pitched.

dyke fashion hits the mainstream

The lead story in this Sunday's NY Times Sunday Styles section was on the impact of lesbian style on mainstream fashion. Who knew that Patricia Field, one of the head costume designers for "Sex and the City," was a lesbian?!

Sunday, June 27, 2004

Oops... Forgot one

Hot 'n' fresh off the gay parade

Gay Pride 2004 sizzled with fiery desire. Or something. The roundup:

An elderly couple stopped in front of these boys, who were also in front of the giant wax old man at Cupid's Treasures, whilst the woman remarked, "Whoa, that's you honey!"


This dude was just a drunk ass who clearly doesn't know how to wear pants. I chased him two blocks to get this shot.


I'm glad the goth ladies of the evening are penetrating the tween market niche.


I don't think this needs any further explanation.


So hot, so cute.


Victor said he was going to be in New Jersey for the weekend... If by New Jersey he meant he was going to shake his hot oily bod all over the place.


Fuck the Fountain of Youth! Everyone could really use a Fountain of Lube.


I wish this dude displayed jazz hands during his shower dance on the Spin float.


Oh look, it's my sister....


Chipotle...............

Friday, June 25, 2004

On Behalf of Nate...

Who recieved this charming item at his place of business today from Extreme Music, a stock music company that has way too much fun with its packaging:




I can't decide what's funnier: That this disc's subtitle sounds like bad gay porn or that they put the umlaut over a consonant.

Also, the nonsensically amusing track titles, complete with included misspellings:

Tracks 1-3, 5, 7, 14-18: "Sore horseman of the acockolipse in bone-crushing fret spankin rock heroism"

Tracks 4, 10, 13: "Dwarf-friendly deeply penetrative shampoo shock rock"

Tracks 6, 11, 12: "Crotch thrusters through the back door of the tempest lust for tight leathered tossers and lunchbox poodleheads"

Tracks 8, 9: "Hung like a horse one eyed jacks heading for tuna town."

*insert witty title here*

what to title this story didn't immediately present itself to me, but i'm sure this group will come up with something worthy...

Thursday, June 24, 2004

I was a mere babe

"Wow, 24 years with the firm...

Wait! I'm 24! Whoa."
-From a note I wrote in a card for a colleague's 24th anniversary

I want my wings, dammit

During a ground hold in Charlotte today, I got to go into the cockpit of our United 737. I was a happy camper.

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Granny D for New Hampshire!

Did you all here about Granny D running for U.S. Senate from New Hampshire? According to this article from The Nation, the 94-year-old activist (who's real name is Doris Haddock) appears to have wrapped up the Democratic nomination when State Senator Burt Cohen's expected candidacy folded at the last minute...

If your interest is piqued, check out her campaign website! And then tell anyone you know in New Hampshire to dump 2-term Republican senator Judd Gregg!

Tuesday, June 22, 2004

We're really penetrating the gay demographic

A sampling of recent search queries that have pointed folks to our wee blog:
-kiehls
-"gay mail" gmail
-preteen sucks c*ck (I'm not a prude, but I like my job and don't want to get fired. Also, WTF?)
-cute military tees
-eve sedgwick + "l word"
-nigerian e-mail scam barbie (Am I missing something? Last I heard, Barbie wasn't in on this.)
-counting crows taste of chicago (This just makes me ill, since I can't fucking stand Counting Crows.)
-MENARDS MORTON GROVE (Erm...)
-sister * * in the trunk (That's just weird.)
-nate pence
-Ro-Ho Love (Hi ladies!)
-ugly people
-boyfun.com

I blame the warm, moist weather.

Monday, June 21, 2004

Shut Up, Dad

At dinner, we were discussing the how absurdly early I needed to make hotel reservations for my parents for graduation. My dad chimes in with "A year from now? We don't even know that we'll still be married at that point." My stepmom was sitting right there. I really wanted to leave.

There's No Place Like Home

I went to a wedding in SC with my parents on Saturday, and across the aisle from us, a couple sat down and the woman had the cutest baby (this was an outdoor wedding). So about a third of the way through, I noticed my stepmom was snickering. As I looked over at her, I glimpsed out of the corner of my eye the source of her amusement. The afformentioned woman had decided to calm her baby by nursing it. During a wedding. With no blanket or cover. While wearing a low cut dress. And the father/boyfriend/husband was completely unfazed.

Where did I come from!?

Wrigleyvillians II


Eliina and Amanda @ Goose Island, Wrigleythrill

"Quick, take a picture--we'll never look this good again"



Other scenes from the unofficial SG-2 wedding @ the Chicago Cultural Center.


Let's not discuss the political implications just yet

In regard to the following photo...
My sister: I thought that was some sort of weird chicken.
Me: WHAT?!
My sister: Yeah... A chicken boob covered in sauce.


Seen near the Field Museum, Chicago

5-4: You must tell police your name

The high court ruled. And all across the land, a mighty cry went up from the masses... "I'm Rick James, bitch!"

Not dead, just resting

We're experiencing some technical difficulties--namely, I goofed our publishing settings and can't remember our FTP password and Blogger doesn't have an automated system for resetting said password. Check back soon.

UPDATE: I need Tivo like a prisoner needs a conjugal visit. Please donate to the Cleo Needs Tivo fund.

UPDATE: We're up and running. Over and out.

Thursday, June 17, 2004

Time-Wasting Update

Best Of Craigslist was updated last night. A few of the finer selections:

Why I Get To Be Carrie

I Almost Won A Darwin Award

You're a lesbian, and I'm gay, but...

Whomp! There it is!!

To the Judgemental Hipster girl at my video store

WORST morning ever

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

Oh, you know you like it

Yes you do.

He's Dreamy...

Global rockstar. U.N. Humanitarian. 40-something sex fiend. And now, Bono is a venture capitalist.

Damn, Cleo, and just when we thought he couldn't be any cooler.

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Our final semifinalist spot goes to....Mr. South Carolina!!!

Public Service Announcement: Do you have what it takes? You have one week left to enter.

This is the start of something truly wonderful

I'm overworked, tired, and vulnerable, with a pounding headache and a thirst for booze that just won't quit. So what do I do? So I take an Advil and call it a day? Nooooooo! I order sparkling wine in a can over the Internet.

After hippily sipping the sweet nectar of artistes, I plan on filming my po-mo wanderlust in dewy-soft focus. I will then win an Oscar and be seen macking on Quentin Tarrantino. Because nothing says highbrow and po-mo like getting shitfaced on wine in a can.

Down at the Sunset Grill

Woo woo! I just saw on Ravinia's website that Don Henley is coming July 12. Who's in? (you know you bitches like good music)

EDIT: For those of you that can't go to Ravinia this Friday, Ben Folds and Rufus Wainwright will be opening for GUSTER (oops, they're opening for Ben Folds) June 26 in Indianapolis. Roadtrip?

Monday, June 14, 2004

I don't wanna grow up

Holy shit. Yes. Yes, I do. I'm so very glad we've all grown up.

Sunday, June 13, 2004

Speak of the devil...

Victor (via away message): THE OLSEN TWINS ARE FINALLY 18
Me: well, now you can stick your raw bleeding cock into them. hooray.

Good things come to those who wait...

....or do they?

So today the Olsen twins turn 18, ending millions of online countdowns awaiting their legal status. But whilst we waited, at what point did Ashley adopt this strung out, Calista-Flockhart-on-crack look? When did she start raiding Avril Lavigne's wardrobe?

Friday, June 11, 2004

Box Office, a tale by Joel Thomas

As I ascended the escalator of Century Theater, I saw three lines: one manned by a manager looking lady, and then two other that appeared to be staffed with trainees, as a guy in a suit was standing behind them. I thought to myself “if I’m going to get away with this, I should head for the trainees,” and I did. When it was my turn in line, I politely said “I’d like three student tickets for the 7:05 Stepford.” Without batting an eye (or asking for ID), the trainee tapped at her computer. “That will be $28.50, please.”

I paid and walked away, and then looked at the tickets. I approached the counter again and waited for the customer being helped to leave. “These are full price—I’d like student please.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She looked confused. “Uh, how do I do student tickets,” she asked to the guy in the suit. “Just do child,” he replied. “That will be $18—how much have you paid me?”
“$28.50.”
“So that’s uh…”
“$10.50.”
Then, something happened and she began tapping at her computer again. “That will be $16.50.”
“Is it $16.50 or $18?”
“$16.50.”
“Oh, ok, then it’s $12.50 in change. Here is the 50 cents you gave me before—can I get a dollar back?” (Yeah, I realize I screwed this up by 50 cents.)
“Here’s your $12.”
“Don’t forget the quarters.” She handed me a dollar.

So I head down the escalator, and take a look at the tickets. I have one full price for the 7:05 show, and two child’s tickets for the 2:20 show. Back up the escalator I go. “Hi, I know you’re sick of seeing me.”
“Dude, it’s ok.”
I explain my problem.
“Let’s just start from the beginning. Hi, how can I help you?”
“I’d like three students for the 7:05 Stepford.”
“That will be $18.”
“I’ve paid you $16.50.” And I hand her two dollars.
She hands me my tickets and change and cheerfully says “Thank you. I hope you still enjoy your show.”

So, the moral of this story is, always look for the trainee, and be patient. Tonight, we’re children and are going to the movies for $6 each, and I’m ahead 50 cents.

Hooliganism Prevention

Portugal Tries A New Tack in preventing fighting between rival soccer fans.

Kurt Vonnegut, my hero, gets political again.

Thursday, June 10, 2004

Where's The Mountain Dew?

Remeber the Summoner Geeks Promotional Device And Source Of Hilarity? It's back, in 8-bit graphics form.

Blatantly stolen from Dave Barry's weblog.

Oh, there goes my breakfast

I was settling into my office this morning, enjoying a nice breakfast of yogurt/banana/Red Bull, when I stumbled upon a Mr. Peepers in all his nekkid glory. You can also see more of Mr. Peepers. Not that you would want to. (If the pictures are missing, see here.)

Thank you, oh thank you LA for keeping this man 2,000 miles away from me. In fact, he resides in (big fuckin' surprise) West Hollywood. Nate, do you golf with this gent?

Wednesday, June 09, 2004

Paging Casey... Casey to the White Courtesy Phone

Flying "The O.C." Skies

Picture this: The plane circles the airfield, the passengers around you prepare for landing. Suddenly, a familiar catchy theme song begins playing in the background, and the flight crew expresses its delight to be the first to bid you "welcome to the O.C., bitch!"

In a nod to Fox's wildly popular sun-soaked teen dramedy, The O.C., an Orange County supervisor has suggested that the county's John Wayne Airport be renamed "The O.C. Airport, John Wayne Field." (Yes, with a straight face.)

Live streaming nudes!!!

Yeah baby.

You know what I like.

Don't be shy!

Absolutely!

Blatantly stolen from Jodiverse

More news.

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

In a Related Story...

Pleasure Principle: Study Says More Sex Akin to Higher Pay (Subscription Required)
Economists Gauge the Link Between Following the Id And Boosting Happiness

Economists have labored for centuries to find ways to reduce unemployment, inequality and inflation, in a noble quest to improve human well-being. Now, economic researchers have determined a more down-to-earth prescription for the welfare of humankind: more sex.

In a paper submitted to the National Bureau of Economic Research, a private group in Cambridge, Mass., economists David Blanchflower of Dartmouth College and Andrew Oswald of Warwick University in England try to gauge how sex measures up against other factors in determining a person's satisfaction in life.

Mr. Blanchflower admits that his findings may appear to be common knowledge, but he says "we are trying to scale it and measure its degree of importance."

Mr. Blanchflower calculates that going from having sex once a month to having it at least weekly is roughly equivalent to the amount of happiness that an extra $50,000 of income would bring to the average American. "The effect of sex on happiness is statistically well-determined ... and large," the authors conclude. "This is true for males and females, and for those under and over the age of 40."

The paper is titled, "Money, Sex and Happiness: An Empirical Study." It is based on data from the National Opinion Research Center's General Social Surveys.

School Daze

Regular sex leads to better grades for students.

Man, I wish I had known that in college. Oh well. There's always grad school.

And Now, Your Moment Of Zen

The Simpsons shilling some sort of lemon beverage in Japan.

Speaking of streaming babes...

Happy birthday, Ellen!

Monday, June 07, 2004

Viva la Lakeview

The other night, post-Sedaris, we stopped in at a Mexican restaurant for chow. As we enjoyed the libations and company, we noticed that there seemed to be two latin soundtracks and they were clashing. We looked out the window to see this.

This (or rather, something similar) has happened to me three times--every time was with Cleo. Hmm...

Wingwoman

Office boredom has officially set in...

Therefore, I think it's time for a career move.

It's about freakin' time

Joel can now fly from Chicago directly to Myrtle Beach and get his wings on, 'cause Hooters Air now flies to the Gary/Chicago International Airport.

Where exactly is Gary/Chicago International?

Today's fortune

Via Orkut: You are going to have some new clothes.

That's just a plain silly and obvious fortune for me.

Sunday, June 06, 2004

Poll

Am I wholesome?

It smells like burning

Eliina, Amanda and I went to a party last night for a friend of theirs who's "officially old" (25). While I was watching Eliina illustrate sex moves with the miniature drink mermaids, a funky smell wafted through the room. ("It smells like burning!" -Me.)

Sure enough, someone was on fire--namely, some guy who was attempting to fix the birthday girl's stereo. As he leaned over the entertainment center, he failed to notice the lit candle perched on top. The candle burned a hole through his "favorite shirt" and singed his nipple... I think he needed to get a new favorite shirt anyway--that shit is ugly.


Also, the consensus among the partygoers is that I look exactly like the chick who's been in Blue Crush, Girlfight (heh heh), and The Fast and the Furious. Tough-chick roles? I don't know how I feel about this...

Saturday, June 05, 2004

When you need condoms STAT!

Hard to believe this is for real. Aaah, to have national subsidized health care!

An evening with Mr. Sedaris

Last night, Eric and I meet up with Joel and Chris in Boystown to see David Sedaris read exerpts from his latest book, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim. But because Eric and I were late due to an orgy of Sex and the City-watching and pizza-eating, we were stuck outside in line.


Even after the store manager said we wouldn't be able to enter the store for a few hours, Eric and I stayed, amusing ourselves and bystanders with a rousing game of Capture the Cutie. (For the uninitiated, this entails counting the number of passersby that you'd like to have sex with.) I only counted seven or eight, and Eric easily cleared double digits within a few minutes. "I have far lower standards," said Eric.

During our wait, we managed to get a brief look at Mr. Sedaris.


I also did some early Christmas shopping. Whoever gets this is one lucky SOB.


Somehow, the store manager smiled on us and allowed us into the store. Hearing Sedaris read was sublime. The best story, about Sedaris's previous job as an housecleaner, involved an oppressively hot apartment, unwanted blood sugar testing, a porn video called Ft. Dicks, and the significance of the euphemism Fire Island.

Thursday, June 03, 2004

I can't believe it's not butter

A question for Bazima in response to her exploits: What, exactly, was it about the Marlon Brando tour de force Last Tango in Paris that led to the "doing it"? Was it the butter scene? "Get me the butter"? "Cut the fingernails of your right hand"? (Joel?)