ANTHEM FOR THE EARNEST

OBAMA RULES!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING Y'ALL!!!

Where the Wild Things Are, lots of running around there

Anthony Edwards returns to TV in the NYC Marathon from Anthony Edwards

Oh Yoshimi

This makes me smile, especially the "Is it Sunday?" Chik-Fil-A (Chick-A-Flick) option.

i drew you a heart

So I never thought I would be this kind of girl. (I never thought it possible to stay sick for a month and not have mono or TB or pneumonia, so apparently I have a lot to learn). I have become, for better or worse, a woman who finally accepts and understands that I would never, ever, ever go back to being the girl I was in my early 20s. I actually like my later years. My girlfriends of the 30 set. We're so much smarter, and wittier, and enjoyable. Our beauty is insurmountable because it evokes experience. Our experiences topple mountains. My girls concluded that we actually feel sorry for girls just now reaching their 20s and the way the men we are around treat them.

That's not to say I would trade older men for anyone younger. But the whole idea of ten years is not something to toy with. We can go out and watch and smile and think fondly. How we now know what you never say to a man, ever. Laugh at the times when we did. Laugh at how desperately we thought we needed to be married. Laugh when we did finally get married. Laugh when we didn't. We look at these men presenting themselves to us (and by us, I mean not me, obvs) and they're never 20s anymore. They're always 35+. They have concerns with dating women too young. "I don't want a daddy-issues girl" a friend of mine was told. "Well I don't want to date my daddy," she told him back.

And then we look at these single men in our lives (of the 30+ range) and their choice of 25- women is just almost too much. The humor that is. I used to think it was all part of the He-Man Woman Hating Club, or whatever that is. Turns out the younger set, even, gasp, us, in our younger set are just easier. All around. To talk to. To have low expectations. To appear smarter, more handsome, more impressive to.

Now this is in no way to hate on my men friends. And it may just be the tide right now. Fall and duck and deer season. Seems to make manly men more manly. But we think it's funny how simply our expectations have changed. When I was 20, I didn't care if a guy had a job. Just how hot he was. And what shows he could sneak me into. Now, as my girlfriend put it, "How soon he'll get me into bed is inversely related to how near he stands in the bread line. I'm a big enough girl to know now that poverty is in no way ever attractive or romantic anymore. Especially when I can pay my own way."

I just wish there had been a way for the younger me to have friends in this older me set. Friends to help explain away the mysteries of men and help me figure out that it's never me. It's him. Ha! At least allow myself to be comfortable in that. Older women to smile at my "revelations" and wince at them too. To look at me and think, "those were the days?" But that would also mean that I, as this older set, would have to do the same to some dopey eyed girlf (girl of youth). Which I'm not. I just can't stand them.

We're all here waiting for you to come through

A Radar Bros. kind of morning. Getting laundry done, pies baked for friend Thanksgiving tonight, raking leaves, the usual.

Last night's show was fun albeit long. Girl time was much needed but enough with the Deb Downers already! Sheesh my life is too short. I'd much rather spend time at a show, drinks on me, listening to how great your life is and you are. Don't feed me stone soup. I tire of that shiz real quick.

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Still my guitar gently weeps

Was feeling steroid high better, now coming down. Cooking scratch pies for friend Thanksgiving tomorrow. Dirty Dozen Brass Band tonight. Reading the new Margaret Atwood, "The Year of the Flood". Not as good as Oryx and Crake but still enjoyable.


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little boys get an honorable mention

Bring it on, Christmas!

Tonight, he mumbles angrily at Meryl Streep

Hey uh, Papa Smurf called. He wants his suit back.

Between Two Ferns with Zach Galifianakis from Between Two Ferns

I heard you shot your old lady down

Really enjoying me some:

Medeski, Martin, & Wood's Hey Joe.

The Bad Plus's Prehensile Dream.

Herbie Hancock's Watermelon Man (Elvis Costello sessions version) and Succotash.

Also I forgot how much I love Porno for Pyros.

Have you found Slacker.com yet?

Gotta make a move to a town that's right for me

It's not unreturned love, from a certain someone, that hurts, Su-Lauren. It's just that sometimes the "thing" you're focusing on, keeps you from feeling all the love that others are sending you.
Especially me, me, me -
The Universe


Once again, thanks Universe.

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Note to self

Dave Thomas just totally winked on us. Thanks Dave. That cheese was totally melty and those fries were awesomesauce. Thanks for redeeming your enterprise. That was one hell of a Hail Mary.

Love, Sully & Co.


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Waiting for the phone to ring

I think I will celebrate my new founded chest cold induced chest pain, and lack of breathing thereof, with a bowl of broth and a good, dark beer. Like Guiness. Any other sickies want to come?Imbibe the good thickness of horse-hoof gelatin?

But only one. I am still eventually trying to get well.


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Come As Melody

woke up this morning // smiled at the rising sun

The bomb (dot) com: Chrissy's 30th birthday blowout.

at least not today

I like this song. In fact, I like alot of their songs.

nothing I see can be taken from me

I'm so sick, listening to Going to California makes me want to bawl my eyes out. I hope our Parcheesi game comes in soon.

I think I love you

In the tradition of my friends' children are cuter than my non-friends' children:




This is darling Violet, babe of our good friends Wes and Tasha. Isn't she the most adorable!?!? There truly are no words.

Eliphino!

What do you get when you cross a kangaroo with the Montauk Monster with a black Elvis? Delores!

Yessssssssssssssssss!

I LOVE the Broken Lizard guys. Yea for The Slammin' Salmon!!

Pick up your China Dolls

In case you needed a little lift. This is one of my reasons for living today. Enjoy.


see more Epic Fails

I just love how completely inappropriate and absurd it is. The worth of a non sequitur is? Topeka!

I remember when my family was moving from Dogtown to the BigRock and I was helping my parents clean out their bathroom. I pulled this bottle of half used Safeway mouthwash from waaaaaay back in the back of the cabinet. I asked my mom if they wanted it. She shrugged her shoulders. I asked my dad if he wanted it. He looked at the bottle. Looked at me. Looked at the bottle. "Bear, we haven't had a Safeway in these parts for at least six years."

Dun Dun Dunnnnn!!!!!!!!!!

Baby my heart's on fire!

In honor of how sick I am. And Chrissy's 30th birthday. And B Hembree for getting it. I present:

"This is how I feel. Cloudy with a chance of meatballs (and phlegm)."

You Wreck Me Baby

Here's the link wrap up. Enjoy.

Zombie Wedding Cake. Now why didn't I think of that?

TMNT. 'Nuff said.

StormTroopers need a holiday too. 365 of them in fact!!!


Halloween weekend was a very busy blast. Lizzie was in town and we girls and guys all Scaraoked. The gaggle of Gagas won the best costume which was such a crock but I'm not bitter. No way.

Then Saturday was the 6 Tom Pettys and REM cover bands at White Water Tavern. Such a good time. And we had the most adorable trick or treaters too! In between all that we demo'd for hours both on Saturday and Sunday and got a lot done on moma's houses. But now very tired.

Leave Thursday for San Diego and my California girl Sweet Pee!! Also get to hang with Cali peeps and Casillas! Very ready.