Thursday, October 29, 2009


I love Weezer... ever since '94 with the release of the Blue Album, and anyone who has visited a home of mine (before Brooklyn) should remember my huge W wall hanging. (Thanks Angy for buying said wall hanging and promptly handing it over.)

Terrible photo of me... but you can see the Weez on the wall.

Anywho, Weezer is playing a show in NYC on Saturday - Halloween! The second tickets went on sale, I snagged a pair - good thing, too, because they sold out super-fast.

... And then my friend called and invited me to a super exclusive 220 fan show courtesy of Unfortunately, Paul couldn't make it - so sad!

The House of Weez rocked a short set... kicking it off with a Rivers + orchestra rendition of Coldplay's "Viva La Vida." THEN the full band did the unexpected and played "Why Bother" from Pinkerton; Weezer rarely plays anything from Pinkerton, so this was a treat. 2 new songs and 2 classics rounded out the set, and I'm now ready for the Hammerstein Ballroom Saturday night for my HalloWEEZER extravaganza!

... Oh, and I'm definitely considering purchasing a WUGGIE - the Weezer Snuggie, of course.

oh, and this is awesome for CSI fans... just click on the image to zoom and then proceed to chuckle.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

We (apparently) Did The Mash!

Thanks Melissa!

Sunday, October 25, 2009

It's the Great Pumpkin, Steffa-Effa!

Linus: He'll come here because I have the most sincere pumpkin patch and he respects sincerity.

Sally Brown: Do you really think he will come?

Linus: Tonight the Great Pumpkin will rise out of the pumpkin patch. He flies through the air and brings toys to all the children of the world.

Sally Brown: That's a good story.

Linus: You don't believe the story of the Great Pumpkin? I thought little girls always believed everything that was told to them. I thought little girls were innocent and trusting.

Sally Brown: Welcome to the 20th century!

My mom should love this post...

When I was maybe 13 or 14, my mom made the executive decision that we would no longer purchase real punkies to carve. She, instead, purchased a plastic, electric punkie that lit up all on its own... since Angy and I were old enough not to entertain ourselves with such childish (read: messy) tasks. Sadness filled our hearts. Angy loved carving the punkie, and she always cleaned the guts. I, on the other hand, loved the carving but refused to do any of the gut-cleaning. (For me, this brings to mind the story of The Little Red Hen but never mind that now.)

Somehow, and I really don't know how, my mom has never lived down this story. For Angy and I, we relive how ridiculously we acted as kids. For my mom, she relives the memory of the fake Christmas tree simultaneously.

Anyway, after many, many, many years... Paul and I carved a punkie tonight! Not only did I help carve the thing (the eyes & nose are courtesy of moi), but I helped gut it... AND I toasted the punkie seeds. DELICIOUS! (Lots of salt, thank you.)

Our Brooklyn buds, T&D, cleaned and carved alongside us. Paul & I actually bought a little punkie carving kit (this one), and within minutes (literally), all of the carving pieces broke. The only piece that remained intact was the gut-scooper - also known as the 'orange spoon,' also known as the 'least useful tool in the kit.' Oh well. Butter knives did the trick. Each punkie is a sight to behold. Much pride. Much pride.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Killin' time...

As it turns out, I'm a teensy bit sick. Not flu-sick or anything... Just a hefty cough and a slight sore throat (and maybe a fever and dizzy spell here or there).

Anywho, today we had planned to go see Where the Wild Things Are since I've been going stir-crazy the past couple of days (sick girls stay home). Plus the CMJ Music Festival ends tomorrow, so we wanted to hit up an Au Revoir Simone show tonight. First, though, I convinced Paul to treat me to breakfast. About 3/4 into the walk, I coughed up a lung... then about 3/4 through the line, I felt dizzy; I thought that just maybe I would pass out right there and then... but sure enough, I hung on... Though the entire situation was embarrassing; I sat on wet chairs and ground; I lay my head on the counter as Paul stood in the waiting line. The owner inquired about my well being not only while we were in line but also while we ate. Paul made the executive decision that I am not yet well enough to be in public.

No movie. Boo.

Believe it or not, I feel far worse for Paul than I do for myself. For 1, he has to hear me complain about being slightly sick and then just seconds later reassure him that I am not sick. Plus, he lives for weekends... seriously. He gets down if we do not adequately fill up weekend days with amazing adventures. Today, though, has looked something like this (rather than the afternoon movie and evening rock show we had planned on)...

After returning from breakfy, I napped for a couple of hours, and my dear husband cleaned our apartment... including unpacking from our week in Phoenix. Isn't he a doll? And then, he let me make a grocery list for the week but refused to let me join him on the journey. He's a doll and then some, no doubt.

Anyway, he's been ridic-productive (and unfortunately for him, productivity that involves cleaning the house does not equal fun nor adventurous), while I have napped, read, played on Facebook... and now, while he's at the store, I'm blogging and sharing my new hairdo with ya'll... and coughing a little bit too.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Yep, it's true.

We're weirdos.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Fall & Randoms

Okay, so Blogger totally kills vibrant photos... Blurgh, I say. Anyhoo, Fall is in full swing in the northeast, so I thought I'd share. We've actually rented a cabin a few hours north of the city for a weekend in November. Can't wait to roast marshmallows and make ooey-gooey s'mores!

In other news, I saw Ivanka Trump on some terrible morning show speaking about her new book, and man, that lady is composed! Are we really the same age? I now realize why she's a gazillionaire and why, well, I'm not. (You know, aside from the whole gazillionaire-father thing she's got going on.) Does anyone want to invest in sending me to her Charm School alma mater? Or maybe I should start by reading her book... and practicing my ol' SAT vocabulary.

Aaaaannnnnd my bestie's Dad was on Glenn Beck (Blech, more like) last night. Word to having a celebrity in my extended family!

Sunday, October 11, 2009

How can you not love these pups?!

Seriously, Paul and I oooo'd and aaaaw'd over these commercials. Adorable.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Yeah, Diana!

My new Diana F+ camera rocks in its plastic-lensed glory. Love it... Paul picked up the first roll from processing this week, and while they're not all awesome, I am dreaming of what I can create with my new dear friend.