Laugh It Up, Fuzzball

Ahhhhh the drums, they make me so happy.

I've seen the Counting Crows live several times and actually met them a couple of times and they are all super cool guys. In fact I remember a night a long time ago when we had the opportunity to go back and hang with them at their hotel but SOMEONE'S BABY BROTHER was only 13 and had to go to school the next day. Loser. ;) Anyway this song is one of my all-time favorites of theirs and one of the reasons is the drums. Love 'em. Love the Crows. They're a sexy band. Love Adam. Here's your song of the day: Angels of the Silences

Song of the Day

Nothing could be more appropriate:

Evil Wench Watch '08

I swear this blog has not become some sort of McCartney-Mills gossip mill, but seriously? I'm just working with what the witch gives me.

Not only did the judge call her out in court, but then Gimpy McMills went and threw a glass of water on Paul's attorney! WTF?! Who behaves that way?? I'll tell you who behaves that way: crazy people.

Dude, someone should have told my darling Paul about Rule Number One: YOU DON'T FUCK CRAZY. It will always come back to bite you in the end. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life. Thanks, Bogey. Okay, so maybe not for the rest of your life, that all depends on how you handle the situation. Geez, some people are just nuts. And not fun nuts, like me. Bad nuts. Mean nuts. Hm.

Highlights from Kymberlie's birthday party last night:

Finding two new friends in Brian Young (of Brian O'Neill's) and his buddy Jeff who is visiting from St. Louis. They realized pretty quickly that they hit the jackpot when they sat down at the table with me, Kymberlie and Erin. Glitter boobs, if nothing else.

Discussing the creation of Chicken 'N' Porn in both St. Louis and Houston. A franchise, if you will. Oh yes. It could so happen. Jeff and I are taking it to task. :P

The inevitable "you don't fuck crazy" discussion. The boys firmly agreed with Kymberlie on that one. Brian said "it ALWAYS comes back to get you."

Farrago's on Gray is a fantastic place. I highly recommend the frozen sangria-mojito thingie that I ordered. Granted, I only finished half of it, but I think that's because it was about 80% rum and as you all know I am the original lightweight. Besides, as most of you know, I act like a drunk when I'm sober, so why mess with perfection, right? ;)

Scaring the stranger in the bathroom with Kymberlie's discussion on eating out. Ahem.

All in all it was a fantastic evening. I left the party as they made their way to Sambuca around 10 or so. Yes, I was being Super Adult and not staying out late on a school night. ;) Hooray for maturity! Now where's that prosthetic leg...

I might have the most adorable father ever.

I just got this email from 'ole Daddio with the subject line "new glasses":

I need you as my fashion consultant to pick new frames this wkend. When can I get an appt?

Precious? I think so. He might be a pill sometimes, but he's my daddy and I love him.

I guarantee this judge went home and rocked out to Revolver. Guarantee.

Oh Heather Mills, you evil wench. The judge called you out, hmm? HA! That'll teach you to mess with my future husband! Don't make me take your fake leg and beat you with it. I've been in that kind of mood, missy. I'll take you down to Chinatown. No foolin.

Hello Tuesday morning. Hello.

Open letter to the snotty woman in the powder blue Lexus SUV who was driving about 55 mph in the far left lane of 59 this morning while wearing a very smug smile on her face: FUCK YOU. Yeah, that's it. I didn't really have anything else prepared. You suck. That's all.

Last night I decided that I could really use the services of the Lacuna Corporation. I'd like to do some erasin'.

I spent yesterday evening processing photos that I took on Friday night. Kymberlie and I went to Dan Electro's for South by Due East because I wanted to try my hand at shooting bands in low light on manual settings. It was my first time to shoot a live band (or a dead one for that matter, buh DUM bum) and I did an okay job I think. I'm an amateur, (no doubt about it, I'm no Mark!), but I still had fun with the processing. You can see the set on Flickr here.

Now let's see, what shall be the official song of the day? Well we've got shitty weather outside and...I think...hmmmm...I'm going to have to go with the crazy insane (crazy inSANE?) Amy Winehouse and her spectacular "Back to Black":

Monday. Yeah, okay. It's Monday.

What's been going on? Don't ask. Let's have a Monday gabfest instead!

So that evil bitch Heather Mills is taking my true love Paul for $48.6 million smackeroos. I say he got off lightly, honestly. Pay her, get rid of her, and then come to Houston to rescue me. I'm a vegetarian, The Beatles are my favorite band, and I've been in love with you my entire life! I'm just saying, Paul. You could do worse. Apparently you HAVE done worse. Ahem.

I've deleted my Twitter account and I've temporarily suspended my 365 project on Flickr. I needs me some space, people. Twitter...well, Twitter can be a bit consuming, and frankly I need to get away from it for awhile. As for the 365 project, well, I just can't bear the thought of taking another photo of myself. At least not for a little bit. I'm not abandoning it, I'm just resting for a moment. Torrie pointed out that I could at least take some crappy "MySpace shots" and call it a day, but I'm too much of a perfectionist to do that.

I had a sublime lunch with my darling Jenny today and wow, it was just what I needed. I learned a few things that I'd like to share with you. Why? Because it's my blog, bitches, I can say what I want!

1. Around the department where Miss Jenny works, everyone on Flickr has been given a nickname. I am apparently known as Pretty Tracy. While I now question the sanity of said department on a whole, I'm still pleased by that tidbit of information.

2. Jenny thinks that I am super sexy. When she says that, she emphasizes her point by whipping her head around like a girl in a shampoo commercial. Again, her sanity is questioned, but I'll take sexy. That's cool. She also told me that "if [I] died, [she]'d find a way to scalp [me] so that [she] could have [my] hair and wear it somehow." Compliment? Absolutely. Horrific? Most definitely. Loving her? Hell yes.

3. The fact that I had to grow up without a raccoon that wears tiny jams is now going to be a seriously sore subject for me.

4. While trading stories of our childhoods, Jenny and I decided that we were separated at birth. At first we thought we might be a live version of The Parent Trap, but then Jenny realized that we were actually Cathy and Patty Duke. Oh yes. I get tingly just thinking about it. *sigh*

Today is St. Patrick's Day, yes I know. I'm not much of a drinker, so it's not really much of a holiday for me. If you're a big Paddy's Day partier, then more power to you. I can't promise I won't mock you, though, so watch out. ;)

Do you ever have a song that just rocks your socks off on a certain day? You know, it just hits you in that special place and it's all you want to hear? Yeah, today is a day for The Killers "Mr. Brightside". I've been listening to it full blast at work and in the car. Brandon Flowers is my baby. He's precious squared. Let's all hug on him now:

Coming out of my cage / And I've been doing just fine

Five Death Defying Feats for a Hot Half-Naked Man

Earlier this week I gave someone the difficult task of choosing five situations where he would put his "life in mortal danger for the opportunity to be surrounded by three naked attractive women." Don't ask how the subject came up, I'm not sure I could explain in a way that would make any sense at all. I did tell him that his death wasn't guaranteed, and that the women would be hot AND hot for him, and so he went to work.

After reading his answers I started thinking about what my own answers would be in a similar situation when I realized: What woman would put herself in mortal danger just to be surrounded by three horny naked men? I mean...ew. Don't get me wrong, I love the boys, but I mean...three naked men in a turbulent aircraft about to crash just doesn't get my engine revving, you know? So I decided to change the reward. Instead of three naked men, I'm going to choose five death defying feats that I would face for the chance to be with one super hot (and hot for me), yummy-smelling, funny, charming boxer-clad man. If he happens to be Clive Owen, I will not object. Personality is important, darlings, I'm not putting myself through hell to mack on some dullard. Also shirtless isn't enough, I like legs. I figure leave him in his underwear and we're all happy. If we do manage to escape death we can ditch the drawers easily enough, right? Right. So here we go:

Held Hostage by Terrorists
Imagine it: Innocently traveling abroad when your group is suddenly kidnapped by...I don't know, crazy Albanian separatists who want Dubya to release their leader from prison. We're thrown into a small room with nothing but the terrifying anticipation of our possibly imminent doom. There's a guard outside and periodically people come into the room and yell at us in Albanian and we have no idea what's going on; we're just running high on adrenaline. I have to say I would absolutely not be opposed to sharing my cell with a hot guy in boxers, especially if my head is going to be cut off on CNN the next day.

Trapped in a Rickety Elevator
I'm just a wee bit claustrophobic, but I think that sharing the space with a boxer clad hottie would definitely make life just a little bit easier in a rickety old elevator. If nothing else he could just hold on to me and comfort me through my paralyzing hysteria. Mmmmm snuggly goodness with a shirtless man...

On Top of a Mountain with Limited Supplies and Deserted by Sherpas
We're climbing Kilimanjaro or something and the weather is terrible and the sherpas ditch us in the middle of the night. We're left with nothing but our tent and the food and supplies in our packs. Will we make it down the mountain? Will we die? Who knows? All I know is that there's a half-naked man in my tent and the wind is threatening to blow us off of a cliff. Also since he's not clothed I'm assuming I'll have to keep him warm. It's the humane thing to do.

Riding on an Out-of-Control Raft Down Whitewater Rapids
Is there a waterfall ahead? Will we perish on the rocks? Hey, who cares. We're both wet. Fun for all. Now lose the life jacket and come sit next to me.

and finally...

ZOMBIES
Let's face it, the day is coming. According to my friend Kymberlie each day is one step closer to the inevitable zombie attack. If it's going to happen anyway, why not let it happen with me and a hot half-naked man together? We can barricade ourselves with the rest of our friends in Central Market and hope for the best. Our brains might be eaten...or maybe the government will save us in time. Meanwhile I'll grab some chocolate frosting and keep myself busy with the boy. Ahem.

So that's it for me.

FIN.

Hmmmm

Spent the weekend listening to very loud electronic music. Nothing else came close to fitting my mood, I can't explain it. Today is a mix of The Raveonettes, Goldfrapp, and Imogen Heap. Still in the electronic vein, but not nearly as..fierce.

Just let it take you
Just let it steer
Just let it take you
This is easy...