Sometimes...

The Internet is a fascinating medium and social media is an amazing, dynamic, powerful and everchanging channel! However, occasionally I miss the times when blogging / forum posting was a bit like yelling into an endless chasm - just screaming the sensation out of your system and feeling it reverberate against the walls of global disinterest. That's impossible now that a creepy guy watching my webcam can quote lyrics from my favorite bands' songs and a complete stranger can post the details of my family's geneology..... Maybe it's best that I'm stuck silently stewing in my own emotional juices.

No, we're not dead....

...lately we've been watching the World Cup. And, from the following can you guess who we don't want to win because we think that their teams act like complete jerkfaces?
(The countries themselves are lovely, I'm certain.)

Sarah: I think that Brazil scored again.
Lynn: ...I don't think Chile is coming back.
Sarah: I just got back to my desk.
Lynn: Yeah - they did.
Lynn: They did and then Firefox crashed in revolt.
Sarah: Crappy Brazil.
Lynn: Yes.
Sarah: Seriously - if the final game is Argentina & Brazil, I don't want to watch.
Lynn: Oh, I'll watch and hope that the collection of egos so violate the laws of nature that both teams are swallowed up whole by the earth in order to right the wrong.....
Sarah: Oh that'd be nice.

I don't know about you, but....

I'm having a "Who-am-I?-How-did-I-end-up-here?-What-am-I-doing?-Where-am-I-going?" kind of weeks. I hope it doesn't last all month, because I love the spring season (its beauty, renewal, rebirth, hope, growth, possibility) and I don't want to be dragged down by confusion and self-doubt...

Have you had these kind of periods? How do you deal with it? What sustains or motivates you through?

What’s a Chachbag?

A vocabulary moment, courtesy of Jane, the Smart Bitches and Scott Baio.

chachbag

Thank you for your attention...

Little admissions

HI!

How you doin'?

Yes, it's been a while since I've posted anything. I keep getting distracted by shiny things and Sarah keeps involving me in her wacky shenanigans. Sarah, you wacky shenaniganator.

Since I've been so bad lately, I thought I'd pop in and relate a lil' anecdote about my day yesterday:

On Monday I decided to get off my ass and FINALLY make a dental appointment to get my teeth cleaned and checked. Ever since I switched jobs - and therefore insurance - I haven't had a regular dentist. I had one very negative experience and I procrastinated finding a new office since then. But after some research on the interwebs, I found a place I was willing to try.

Concurrently, I had also decided that I would stop toying with the idea of lopping off all my hair and just do it. I've had short hair before and I loved it, and it's not like hair doesn't grow back (ok, mine does at least). So I decided I'd make an appointment for that too. I am all about self-improvement this week. Next week: I'll be all about post-it notes.

ANYWAY: The stars aligned and I managed to get both appointments for yesterday afternoon. Oh yes, I would walk into work a whole new person. Or the same person, only with less hair and plaque. Take your pick.

The dental appointment was lovely. It was everything I wanted a dental visit to be (namely painless and free of extra charges), and everyone was so nice. I felt so comfortable with everyone that I made a bit of a silly admission to the lovely gentleman checking me out. As I self-addressed the postcard to remind me about my 6 month check out, I said, "You know, every time I do this, when I get the card or envelope later on, I think: 'Gee their office person has the exact same handwriting as mine!' And then I go, 'Oh.'" [This is true. I just did this with test results that I got from my doctor.] Well, lovely check-out man thought this was HILARIOUS. He just chortled on for minutes about it. I was a bit embarrassed that I admitted such a thing but rolled with it, laughed and left.

So, haircut. I got it. I like it. It's a big change from the curly, untamed mop that I had on my head just 36 hours ago though. So last night I got up off the couch to run to the bathroom, and what happened? I glanced in the mirror and went, "WHAT THE FUCK?"...."Oh."

So my little self-realization for today: I have the memory of a hamster.
And that's why it's all about the post-it next week.

And what a ride it is . . . .

There was a moment last night, driving home on the freeway, when I burst into spontaneous gut busting laughter. I think it wigged Lynn out a little, but after I explained the source she chimed in a few chuckles of her own.

I was laughing at the strange wonderful way that this year is going. I don't want to jinx it - I'm not saying that things are perfect or that I wouldn't like to change my life in some ways - but so far 2009 has been pretty cool. Last night I was reviewing a few of this year's events in my mind and couldn't help but wonder at how my life was going....

I've experienced a Kings game, a Lakers game, a Dodgers game and a Galaxy game (that one with the bonus of getting up close & personal with the yummy Chuck Bass and Krod Mandoon). All of these experiences were gifts and the seats were extraordinary. Pretty good for someone who only attended one home football game during her tenure as a USC student (haven't been to any more since I've been a staff member either). This year we've attended great concerts by Sharon Jones and Dap Kings and Tom Jones. This week alone has included all-you-can-eat Kogi tacos, a professional wrestler or two and soulful kisses from Russell Brand. As of June, I should have completed all of the classes towards my Certificate in Public Relations, completing three years of work.

To top it all off, yesterday I reached my goal weight. After striving for almost eight months, I've lost 50 pounds, which is confusing and fulfilling at the same time. I'm looking forward to what the rest of year holds and I plan to pursue just as many wonderful and fulfilling experiences for the next seven months and beyond!

Wanted: Pink Gorilla with VHS Fetish

Here’s the situation:

I was idling away, watching TV on Tuesday night, when I landed on IFC. They were showing an episode of The IT Crowd, which I had heard good things about, so I stopped and watched (FWIW – it is really funny). Immediately afterwards, IFC played what I guess can only be called a “short” that I’m now vaguely obsessed with.

It was a music video thing – sorta. See, there was this skinny white guy with this large, blonde mustache dressed in black leather with a deputy’s star and cowboy hat. There was also a person in a very cheap, bright pink gorilla suit with a necklace and medallion. This gorilla is, per deputy dude, the “Videoape.” The whole short was a song about the Videoape, with the lyrics on the bottom of the screen, and his love of TV and videotape. The gorilla and cowboy both danced quite vigorously. The gorilla rubbed VHS tapes all over his torso. The deputy guy at one point laid down with the gorilla. The lyrics were in very awkward English (I think “gorilla addict TV!” was a line). It was awesome.

I’m pretty sure I watched the entire thing with a really perplexed look on my face. I then decided to try to find the Videoape online because a) I wanted to be sure that I had actually seen what I thought I had seen and b) I had to inflict it on Sarah (as I always do). I couldn’t find it. This surprises me because isn’t everything on YouTube these days?

So I set Sarah on the task. Sarah can find almost anything on the internet if so inspired and who isn’t inspired by a pink ape with a love for outdated video formats? She couldn’t find it.

Now I’m feeling like I had some weird moment where I hallucinated on too much Coke Zero on Tuesday night. Please prove me wrong. Help me find this ape, damn it.