Sunday, March 24, 2013

I cannot live without books

Leave it to Thomas Jefferson--president, writer, Francophile--to have said mantra. So this morning, as I'm reading the second Game of Thrones book, I realize I'm almost done with it. SEVEN HELLS! Whatever shall I read next?! Do I have a dozen books in my room on top of my dresser? Of course. Are any of them emanating the siren's call for me to flip through their pages next? Not at the moment apparently. Yet the pull of Amazon pervades my senses, overwhelming them, and puts me under a spell.

I bought 3 books.

Don't worry, I got a good deal. Free shipping, too. "Free shipping"--quite possibly the two most magical words in the English language on any given day. Anyways, I bought some reads that are sure to be most scintillating, and I cannot wait until they arrive on my doorstep (or, rather, outside my apartment door, most likely kerplunked there most haphazardly by the delivery man who hates his job), and I attempt to rip open the packaging with my insufficient nails until harrumphing and retrieving a pair of scissors.

What surprises lie within?! Feast your eyes!

 
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Friday, March 22, 2013

fifty shades of pink

Nothing to do with gray or grey (the latter being the British spelling). One of my coworkers happened to remark that he believed me to own about a dozen pairs of pink pants. I do have 2 different pairs of pink LOFT pants that I wear to work, and a pair of hot pink Urban Outfitters jeans (but those are back in FL. Sadcatz). I thought I'd type an ode to my favorite color. I realized the other day that besides owning a large quantity of black clothing, I seem to have a lot of pink objects in my possession.


  • pants
  • earbuds
  • sticky notes
  • protein bar wrappers
  • lipstick
  • iPhone case
  • shirts
  • razor
  • curling iron
  • hair dryer
  • straightener
  • blog background
  • detailing on my planner (stuffed with business cards—I should really switch to an online one.)
  • retainer (sexy, right?)
  • raspberry vinaigrette
  • giant coffee mug
  • blush
  • detailing on my new kicks
  • weekend bag
  • slippers
  • pajama pants
  • nails (once I get them painted)
  • pen
  • earrings
  • Gmail background 
  • CHERRY BLOSSOMS THAT ARE COMING! Technically not in my possession but...
  • user settings for InCopy, the editing software, at work


Saturday, March 16, 2013

mind over matter

Mind over matter, that is to say, in this particular case, what blossoms in the mind but cannot be aptly described with words. So here are some of the ponderings that rendered themselves glued to my psyche for the last couple of days. These pictures reference, in a nutshell, some happy moments over the past few days as well as some emotions that I simply cannot put into words.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Tuesday, March 5, 2013

spotlight: Vikings

It's been awhile, I know, but I've got the perfect dose of humor for you tonight. Let's talk Vikings--new show on History Channel. One of the roommates decided to give it a whirl with me. We found some tidbits extremely amusing.

History Channel, you are not HBO, not even Showtime. You should just stick to the biographies and the ridiculous Modern Marvels and alien programs.

Stop trying to be Game of Thrones. It's not happening. The blond son of super-killer, Olaf (typical Scandinavian name, yet I can't get ice cream out of my head), looks eerily like a young Joffrey, and, like the other characters, sloooowwwwwlllyyyyyyy talks in this bizarre mélange of Scottish-Irish-modern-era-British speech that's supposed to hearken back to the Middle Ages and before. Yet, apparently, the perfect recipe for a period piece = British accents........wtf?
And I'm pretty sure the blond son's name is Bran or Bronn. It's hard to understand their convoluted accents...so there's that.

Cue the historical inaccuracies:
The scene where they Vikings show up with headbands. Commentary as followed:
"Give it up, LeBron."
"What are you, an ad for Nike?"

Then there's their cleanliness:
"They definitely didn't bathe that often."
"Well maybe they have a brook right outside their hut?"
Kara inserts her history expertise: "The wedding bouquet tradition started because people stank so badly because they never bathed. Even their teeth rotted. So the bouquets were meant to mask the smell. And the idea of  June weddings started because that's when they would generally bathe during the year."

Me: "oh Lord."

Kara continues: "And the expression of throwing the baby out with the bath water comes from the fact that there was a hierarchy to bathing. The man of the house and so on down the ranks. So, foreseeably, you could put the baby in the bath and it would be so dirty that you'd accidentally throw it out with the water [because it was so opaque]...............and these guys' fingernails are too clean."

There's the cheese factor.....no pun intended:
Olaf (definitely still not sure that's even his name) says "I have something that will change everything." Retrieves a spherical-shaped object from within his cloak...
Kara: "It's a compass."
Me: "It's a wheel...of cheese."
(It was definitely a compass.)

There's the "gods" aspect:
Random Viking warrior wannabe: "Oh, thank the gods you're here."
Let me guess, are there Seven Hells too?

There's the hierarchy:
The chieftain of the "clan" is played by Gabriel Byrne. I had such high hopes for him, but he just sounded and looked ridiculous. You're not Tywin Lannister. Get over yourself. Then there's wifey. And.....wait for it..............she's played by the chick who is Mr. Schue's psycho wife on Glee. That doesn't help the creep factor at all.  She basically smooches two 12 year-old boys to signify their transition into manhood in an awkward bar mitzvah-esque ceremony.

When all was said and done, I was just waiting for Thor to show up shirtless.......so there's also THAT.