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February 27, 2008
Outbox
From: briggles
To: Sexual Spanker
Date: Wed, Feb 27, 2008 at 10:21 AM
Subject: Re: sicko
oh lady! I am "back at work" aka lying on my couch listening to deuce snore - today too. Trying to write an article on weight loss and chronic pain. Did you KNOW all we have to do is drink more water and eat low-salt soup? I am learning so much.
So sorry to hear you're sick too...did I tell you my bro had to go to the ER over the weekend? He threw up so much he burst blood vessels in his face! Did you throw up?
I took theraflu night time last night and am feeling semi-ok today. Very snotty (as usual) with a hacking emphysema-like cough and crazy muscle aches - my hips yesterday felt like i'd been doing walking lunges on the side of everest for several hours - it was sweet. Plus my back is KILLING me...wtf?
we better fucking be better by thursday night is allllls i'm saying. This is the longest I've gone without drinking since elementary school.
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February 26, 2008
$$$icky Poo
Ughhhhhhhers. I'm sick as the dog over here. Have been feeling like crreezap since Friday, and it doesn't seem to be going anywhere. So, I'm stuck on the couch - watching an edited version of "Showgirls," lucky me, and trying to determine how long I can go without showering or shaving before my boyfriend dumps me for a yeti - and the only thing that's making me feel better is trying to track down some of the stylin' fashions from the TV show Weeds.
First stop: Medium slouchy hobo bag from Lucky Brand jeans for $158.
Nancy Botwin sports the tan version, but I decided to order the hemp.
Isn't it ironic?
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February 25, 2008
Mmm, Lasagna
How to make Garfield poignant, meaningful and contemporary?
Kick Garfield to the curb.
(Link via Defamer)
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Negative Cool Points
After a wine-fueled discussion about The Secret and that new book Oprah's all crazed about, Margo, Marie and I have decided (nay, VISUALIZED) a long-distance-don't-call-it-a-book-club to see if this seeming bullcrappy is worth devoting any time to. I have a host of unread new-agey self-help books (two) gathering dander on my shelves, but am interested to see if these actually do lend any sort of guidance or advice that I can use to make my life...er...complete. Completely naff, perhaps, but complete all the same. Besides, having just read back-to-back books by Slash and Motley Crue, I think it's time to scrub out the ho/heroin/ho brainstain and do some thinkin' of a deeper sort. Or at least pretend that's the case, as I definitely feel like this is the literary version of the Atkins diet.
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Dreamy
Above is a photograph of artist Lisa Congdon's workspace from sfgirlbybay (bonus: The Congdon gives a shout-out to one of my favorite all-time books, In the Heart of the Sea...buy it! Read it! Love it!).
Is it wrong to feel like I'd be all creative and making money hand over feast if I had a workspace like that? If only! If only! Yeah...hmm. About once a week I catch myself sighing and moaning and wishing I could just devote a small area of my house to something all artsy or all writer-y or whatever I think would make me more productive, and then I realize I actually own the bitch and can do whatever I want. It's kind of defeating not to have the "But I rent!" excuse so handy for the last 15-odd years. So I eat another Zone bar and consider how to reorder my Netflix queue. Alas. But pictures like this - and the occasional modgepodge purchase - give me hope that one day I will decoupage the living CRAP out of my mortgage.
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February 22, 2008
While I Was Gone...
Angela and Zach took care of Deucey Fruit. Suffice, farts were expressed, snots were sprayed and hilarity was ensued:
The lady's both a sound sleeper and a delightful house guest.
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A Pictogram of Angela's Week
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February 15, 2008
Cookies! Cookies! Cookies!
Speaking of exes and things I want, these black and white cookie plates ($25 each) are a Michael MUSTo for my birthday. Oh right - and to follow up on the first part of that sentence - El and I used to have a delightful eating coincidence each time we split one of these - I dug the white side, he the chocolate. It was for that reason that we knew we were meant to be! Up until the mid-90's anyway. Now I know Matt and I are meant to be because we both share an unholy obsession with Soy Delicious "ice cream" sandwiches and molasses cookies. To the point that he mentioned BAKING some of those brown wonder discs the other day. Pitter patter!
(Link via Shelterrific)
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Periodically Asking for Things
Kamui Magazine Stand at Delight for $32.52 (today only - normal price $36)
This is also coveted:
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Dog Fame
I submitted a picture of Stella and Deuce to the site Pillow Pillow Pillow and they made it! No comments up there yet - and no way to provide a direct link - but just click on the "Pet Casting Call" and then scroll through until you find the sweet little girls.
Posted by Bree at 11:30 AM | Comments (0)
Reply to: youarescrewed@std.com
Web site allows anonymous warning of STD infections
This is genius. The one time I thought I might've possibly had something that began with "herp" and ended with "eez," I had to spend the agonizing 10-day wait alternately apologizing to/castigating/spending awkward time with an ex. Turns out I was clean as a whistle...albeit a whistle with a few nasty ingrowns. And a whistle who suddenly had just shared some intimate breakdowns with the aforementioned perpetrator/victim of her genital malfeasance, who took her vulnerability and tears and tears and tears to mean "I'm-a wanting to get back together and shizz...'specially now them bumps is gone." Ergh! How I wish I'd have known about this site!
Posted by Bree at 10:33 AM | Comments (0)
Gawker Takes on E-man
My dad just called to alert me to a Gawker v. Edelman (my former place of employ) smack-down over on Gawker.com. Seems Gawker wrote about an anonymous (and for my money - bullshit) tip that had Edelman execs telling clients to "stand up there and lie" to the media. The CEO, Richard Edelman, responded and Nick Denton Hamilton Nolan wrote back in a bitchy, pointless post that does nothing to further his case that the tip is legit, and everything to show Denton (et al)'s own total lack of ethics. It's so obvious to anyone that this is just a tip from a disgruntled former employee or - more likely - a competitor. I mean, please. Edelman's got its fair share of total a-holes working there, but they're not stupid. They're definitely not stupid. I'm too rushed to write about this further, so will just quote one of the commenters - who got it dead-on:
"as someone who used to do this type of thing for edelman, this accusation isn't credible. i've never heard of anything like this happening anywhere, and a former PRWeek writer knows it certainly doesn't happen at a place like edelman. the entire premise is reckless and sloppy.
here's the thing: telling a client to lie isn't just unethical, it's bad fucking advice. why? because it's guaranteed to produce stuff like this every time. no one at edelman -- even the ones who don't know what they're doing -- would give this advice if they cared about keeping their job. people get fired for waaaaay less."
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February 14, 2008
Five Word Movie Review Thursday
Slightly flawed but ultimately poignant.
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February 13, 2008
www.What'stheProblem.com?
Does anyone else sense anything...erm, confusing about this method of treatment for Internet addiction?
BRADFORD, PA – March 29, 2004 – The Center for Online Addiction announced today that it will offer a new online support for Internet addiction as part of its range of client services. The Center, a leading consultation firm for corporations and healthcare companies dealing with Internet abuse, has been offering individual email, chat room, and telephone counseling sessions since March of 1997. “Given the success of online counseling to deal with Internet addiction, an online support group seems the next most logical step,” says Young, director of the Center for Online Addiction.
I mean, aside from the fact that Internet addiction does not exist, no, no, no. [INSERT FINGERS INTO EARS, SHAKE HEAD TO AND FRO, YELL "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" TAKE LAPTOP AND RUN.]
Posted by Bree at 04:18 PM | Comments (0)
Amazon is Really Branching Out These Days (Gaff Department)
Product Description
For the guy that's just too big! Introducing the Nearly Me Gaff - the perfect solution for men who wish to be "tucked" in and out of sight! Nearly Me gaff provides firm control up front where you need it. Nearly Me gaff with low thong style back for a sleek invisible look.
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Picture of the Day
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Vilanch...Vilanch DuBois
Is it insulting or is it sweet that one of my old boyfriends (Hi Mike!) used to point out the comedic similarities betwixt me and schlock-meister Bruce Vilanch? At least, I think it was the comedic similarities. He also liked to call me "Shecky" as in Shecky Green, the King of the Catskills. But that was only during our intimate moments.
Posted by Bree at 08:59 AM | Comments (0)
It's Up There...We Just Can't Get to It
Between this sad reality - and the fact that it's stormed in the mountains nearly every week this winter - I've only gotten to go skiing a handful of times. One of which times resulted in me and Rick nearly being blown off of I-70 and then *losing the driver's side windshield wiper* in the middle of...oh...the biggest blizzard of this century or any before it.
And, of course, this is all happening in the year with the most snowpack and best conditions eeeever. The only thing saving this bunk-ass situation? The only bright light piercing my bright light goggles? I'm heading up to Steamboat on Sunday for a wee family vacay with the mother, the brother, the brother's lady, and the nephew. Of course, Steamboat's not covered on my pass - and I may actually have to go to a work meeting while I'm there - but I think somehow I'll manage to grin and bare-ass it.
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February 12, 2008
Don't Call It a Comeback
I've totally nailed the next trend coming down the pike. Seriooz. ID to the bracelet, just like the one I got at Goodman's Jewelers on Spring Street in 1989. (By the way, last time I was home I went in to see if they still sold them...no dice.) Look for these in Urban Outfitters in oh...six months. I swarr. I'm magic in my trend prediction prowess (see: side ponytail, Jack Purcells, purple eyeshadow, et al).
I'm going to hunt around on ebay and see if I can find a big chunky burnished steel one. After that, however, the question remains: whatever shall I have engraved on it? Thoughts: WWJD!!!?!! (as in Jimmy, as in Page), My Boxer Farted on Your Honor Student, or *Medical Alert - Chocosaurus.
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Ain't Too Proud to Beg
Ah, gents. Ah, ladies. My birthday International Women's Day is fast approaching and, as such, I'm going to be posting lots and lots of things I want, yet cannot buy for myself on this suckholio spending diet I've been on for the past several days. Today in beggary: Umbra.
Dang! I just went through Umbra's whole site and that shelf up there (which, by the way and trust me, would be super smoking underneath all my kitchen aloes and bamboos and Star Wars figures - word, Admiral Ackbar!) is the onlyyyyy thing I covet enough to go to the trouble of posting about. Granted, Angela's plate line for U+ has yet to be unveiled, so everything else pales in comparison but STILL, what's a newly-minted mendicant to doooo? Hold me, Boba Fett!
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WE Go Bridal
Though not girly at heart, I have this unearthly obsession with all things wedding-based-reality. Thus, the programming line-up on WE (Bridezillas, Rich Bride, Poor Bride, et al) has entranced me on many a slow Sunday. Last night, howevs, I caught their latest entry - Master Cake Makers (or something - too rushed to look it up) and holy moly, check out this guy 's creations over at Mike's Amazing Cakes. Seriously, click on that link, turn down your volume, and prepare to be Amazed by Mike's Cakes.
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February 11, 2008
Logo: First Round
The blurriness is not part of the design.
Not sure how crazy I am about a. the mixed fonts and b. the first font. Also imagine it without that tagline, which will be removed. I do like the star anise though, of course!
Any ideas or thoughts are appreciated - feel free to e-mail 'em if you're feeling sheepish.
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Concerto (Plus a Whole Buncha Youtube)
June 6. 8 p.m. - Emmylou Harris and John Prine at Red Rocks.
And if you have the GALL to doubt the mastery that is Ms. Emmylou, check this one out. Love that tune.
Also this:
Or the following oldie/goodie (one of my all-time favorite songs) - Streets of Baltimore with her great love, Gram Parsons:
And here's John Prine, singing his wonderful Angel From Montgomery:
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Door Snake
$20 on Etsy. Reminds me of my sweet, sweet lil Nana and her innovative draft reduction schemes.
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Two Unrelated Grafs*
I'm a fan of lingual permutations and colloquialisms being accepted into the lexicon and any other ways I can say slang is A-OK but, still, I do like to know the genesis of the phrases I bandy about. I'm biblical like that. So were you aware that card shark might actually have begun as card sharp? And chomping at the bit might more accurately be described as champing at the bit?
In other news, I woke up this morning as piece #2 in a four mammal spoon: Matt, me, Deuce, Walter. That's right: Walter was pressed up to Deuce's stomach, lying on his back and only occasionally reaching over to swipe my face or Deuce's corn dog. Deuce, in turn, was pressed up to my stomach, with her anus less than a foot from my nose. Matt was on the far side, shivering with no covers and half a food of bed space (I have a policy not to ask Deuce to move; Deuce has a policy to sleep on her side, straight-legged, in the middle of the bed). It was so sweet, I lay there in bliss - thinking all I needed was an insulin transfusion and a camera and...well, new socks, but that's a different story. Then Deuce let go a relatively modest poot, and I was up and out of that room like Jesse Owens.
* Yeah, grafs. That's what they call paragraphs in the editorial armpit. It's soooo swanky to hear "Massage grafs three and four and redo the subs and boilers and send it out to all the KOLs by EOD...or COB, if you're running behind." and realize - Wow! Your bosses must be fucking wicked important to be able to dismember language like that in a professional setting. Oh good times.
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And Daniels for Police Commissioner
"It's a new day for Baltimore."
$18 at Busted Tees, also home to this 18-1 beauty.
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February 10, 2008
Biggest Bust in History?
More like biggest ass in history. Wow.
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Now This is What I Call Birthday Cake
Cheryl Tiegs cum carrot cake.
1983 texted.
It wants its color scheme back.
SNAP!
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February 09, 2008
Totally Grate
Scratch My Back by Belgian designers: Arnaud de Vicq, Bram de Baere, Luc Heylen, Ruud Belmans and Thomas Anden Abeele at Designboom.
(Via Notcot.)
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This Clip Reminds Me of My Brother (Who Was Excited to Go On the Atkins Diet for One Reason and One Reason Only)
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The Celine Routine
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February 06, 2008
Cool Resource
I was looking at notes from that Joe Duffy lecture last year, and came across this URL: www.visualthesaurus.com. Very excellent stuff, with an exciting visual process, but alas - my Roget's does me just fine for $0.00 a year.
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Found on Flickr
Wow.
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Fantastic News
Hot on the heels of my bro passing the Series 7, I heard from the lovely Mrs. H.J. Twhigg last night that she GOT A KILLER JOB as a writing assistant to a super kick-ass and killer journalist/author who I won't link to here (though I will link to her book on Amazon) because I'm discrete like that, but trust me - she's FAMOOOSE and COOOOOOL and all together quite lucky to have the incredible talent and personality and wit that is Ms. Heather J. at her creative disposal. Congratulations to both!!!
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Sugary Goodness
The inestimable Angela just posted gorge-o pictures of her sugar packet/cubes collection on Flickr and her web site. I want to frame prints and hang them in my soon-to-be-painted kitchen as a reminder that life is sweet, even when you wake up with the "mangries" - morning angries - as I did today. Erk.
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February 05, 2008
Czech It
Awwww yeah! Thanks Angela!
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Woke Up This Morning...Got Myself a Gun
Or, rather, I would've gotten myself a gun had I not had to head immediately to the far reaches of town to deal with the $180-fact that my windshield wipers had recalibrated themselves to turn "off" in the middle of the windshield. That's right - the middle...not nestled sweetly at the base like every other fucking windshield that ever existed. Trust me - I looked and, yup! I was the only one on the road with that sweet problem.
So yeah - speaking of recalibrate, I'm beginning to recalibrate my decision to buy European. I think I'm turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so as far as my next car purchase is concerned. In my life I've had a Saab (Swedish), an F-150 (American), a Lexus (Japanese) a Mercedes (German) and an Audi (German) and lo and behold, all this classy line-up of second-hand, gas-guzzling, piece of shitsicles has taught me is: A. it's possible to commute down CT's I-95 every summer weekend without air-conditioning on leather seats - possible, but not recommended for either your constitution or your romantic relationship and B. the Japanese know a thing or two about mechanical engineering. That ODL (Ole Dirty Lexus) up there was probably the most reliable and least break-downy of the bunch (AC excluded) and it was from 1990. My dad used to pick me up at boarding school in that beast! ODL! In fact, the fam just got rid of it last year. (What? We have a hard time letting go.) Teaches me to turn my back on the land of the rising sun. From now on it's Sapporo and unagi and Lexi/Toyoti. Them's my solemn vow.
Oh and PthefuckS: It totally drives me nuts how transparently gleeful people are when they hear about a nice car having to go into the shop. Thankfully, I'm lucky enough that I don't have to deal with too many complete a-holes during my day to day, so it's limited...but still. Me and my sensitive soul (read: paranoia) can just feel the excitement brewing. Put a lid on it. I don't get all giddy when somebody busts a heel off a Louboutin, so please, populace, I beg you to not get all giddy when my windshield wipers decide to sport a massive and unwieldy erection.
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Photographic Evidence
Jack Radcliffe took an intimate series of portraits of his daughter, Alison, as she grew up. Very moving, and a cool idea for any parents in the crowd. Also check out Diego Goldberg's family documentation, The Arrow of Time.
(via Photojojo)
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February 04, 2008
Astonishing
I picked out a new color for my kitchen (goodbyyyyye 1972 acid trip, helllooo Benjamin Moore #553) and it only took ONE sojourn in Guirys and a mere FIVE paint samples. I daresay I'm getting better at this...
NB: If any of you in the D-town area need an excellent painter, my friend Nate is the man to call. Shoot me an e-mail or comment and I'll give you his number. $100/day - quality work.
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February 03, 2008
Learn Something New (Every Few Weeks Or So)
Shrike: A shrike is a passerine bird of the family Laniidae which is known for its habit of catching insects, small birds or mammals and impaling their bodies on thorns. This helps them to tear the flesh into smaller, more conveniently-sized fragments, and serves as a "larder" so that the shrike can return to the uneaten portions at a later time.
Shrike Victim
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Snug As a Bug
I've been very pleased with the price, quality and quick shipping of the guest room bedding I've gotten at Overstock.computer over the last couple of weeks. This is the first time I've ordered from them, and I'll definitely be back next time I'm in the mood for new towels, pillow or cubic zirconium.
Amalfi 210 TC Egyptian Cotton Luxury Duvet Cover in Grey
Siberian 330 Thread Count Down Comforter
Westwood Park 600tc Solid Sateen Sheet Set in Ivory
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February 01, 2008
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!
Brother Matt (or "BM" as he's known around the house) just called to say he passed the Series 7!!!!!!!!
WHOOOOHOOOO! to the whee power.
This has been about six months of horrific book-hitting and practice-testing in the coming, so we are all relieved and ecstatic that it's OVER. Congratulations, brother my brother!
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Pictobrowser of "Where's Walter?"
Whee! Add any of your Flickr sets to your blog with this cool lil code - click "PictoBrowser" above to get started.
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Ah, to Be in Her Shoes
NSFW
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