March 31, 2008
I am obsessed with the Helsinki-based street-fashion blog Hel Looks. Finnish people are so interesting! If they had to move to LA they would probably all die of horror.
Here is a good recent Hel Looks person: Martti (26), “N.W.A. and 20th century Pet Shop Boys are a constant source of inspiration.”
WHO KNOWS WHAT THAT MEANS. But isn’t it great?
This weekend I spent some time in a Starbucks to read some scripts, and it’s always interesting how many people appear to be there on (blind) dates. There was the young couple who had nothing at all to say for the first five minutes (I was all panicky and tense on their behalf) but then warmed up. And then there was the boy who clearly made his female date really flustered with his cuteness, so she got kind of… bitchy? You know what I mean? And kept taking calls in front of him! It was really odd. But they were there for three hours and then left together, so I’m guessing he saw through her neuroses.
March 27, 2008
Why the British are better than we are in all non-superpower ways:
1) They have the BBC.
2) They have sketch comedy shows that are funny.
3) As a culture, they have an amazing ability to not need to have a lead-in.
In America, you’d have to EXPLAIN these sketches. “So you know, German game shows, they’re hilarious! And German has funny compound words like “toastvorausgeschmack”. And here is a sketch about those things.”
Or “Wouldn’t it be hilarious if a hobo had delusions of grandeur and thought he was Sir Digby Chicken Caesar, international detective?”
And it would RUIN it, and even so, Americans would frown and go “…?” and flip over to Are You Stronger Than A Dog.
But the British! They just have shows called That Mitchell and Webb Look, and they have astonishing sketches called NUMBERWANG and SIR DIGBY CHICKEN CAESAR, please enjoy:
March 25, 2008
On the way to work I was scrolling through radio stations, and I happened upon these two dudes talking about family life. And this episode was focused on:
Our Teenage Daughters: Are They Shameless Hussies? Yes They Are.
It’s been a while since I was a teenage girl, but I just don’t remember teenage girls being aggressive Jezebels, pursuing sad-sack teenage boys until the boys burst into tears. Which was pretty much the claim of the guy on the radio.
Also, the man in charge of giving out advice suggested that fathers spend a lot of time hugging and kissing their daughters, even after they (ominous pause) DEVELOP. Yes, he agreed that it was a horrifying prospect, but it was a man’s duty.
And THEN, and this was the exact, amazing language he used, the dude recommended that men date their daughters. Why, he himself had been dating his daughters since they were three and four years old. And if he had one regret in life, it was that he hadn’t dated his daughters more.
PS, he also went off on a tangent about how wives are to blame for all of this, because they DRESS LIKE HARLOTS.
Man, wholesome living is clearly a lot fancier than I realized.
March 24, 2008
So the other day I was at the fabric/craft store (I am so cool, you guys! It’s crazy.) and there was this mom with a tiny (but sturdy-looking!) girl preschooler. And the little girl was marching around holding a wreath. And she kept informing people:
“This is a wreath.”
It was the best.
I don’t really understand people who don’t like kids. Sure, I get people not wanting their own, but how can you not find kids entertaining? That’s like their whole THING, to entertain.
This weekend, my neighbor Pete (he of the AXIAL DANCING) brought us an Easter egg and a picture of himself with the Easter Bunny. In the picture, he was wearing a really outstanding seersucker suit and a tie he picked out himself and flip-flops.
When was the last time an adult of your acquaintance gave you a picture of himself in a seersucker suit?
(Well. I guess if that happened it would either be super-creepy, or, like, your… Southern law professor, and you’d go “OH. Thank you, Professor. How thoughtful.” but still be totally creeped out.)
BUT. From a seven-year-old, it’s fantastic.
OH NO, you guys. My favorite-ever military person has been asked not to return.
I don’t know anything about him. Or his politics. Or work history. He’s my favorite because I’m shallow, and his name is-
Are you ready?
VICE ADMIRAL JOHN “BOOMER” STUFFLEBEEM.
It is unlikely that the world will ever know another highly-placed naval officer with such an excellent name. Sigh! Admiral Stufflebeem, I wish you Godspeed into a highly-paid civilian consulting gig.