HOLY FUZZY BUNNY!!!!!

THIS IS THE CUTEST EFFING KID IN THE WORLD!!!!

For a minute there my ovaries started to squirm. I could totally have one of those cute little buggers one day!

annnnnnnnnnnd nevermind.

Back to the drawing board…

It’s been done… http://www.geekologie.com/2008/10/halloween_ideas_sexy_star_wars.php

The only Teletubbies video I will ever allow my nieces and nephews to watch:

www.wasntme.com

Blacked out and lasting impressions

All-time Top 5 Labor Day weekend Pictionary picks

5. Afterbirth-Yes, effing disgusting, but very appropriate what with all the dead baby jokes going around this holiday weekend. I believe the boys (this was a word picked by the ladies during the bros vs. classy females round) almost got this one.

4. Mangina-An excellent play by Matty O. I am shocked the other team didn’t get this one. Seriously, you draw a man and  a vagina. Man-Gina. Not that difficult. But certainly disturbing.

3. Number 3 on the list was not actually a word, but just a drawing of a penis [see exhibit A under "Nastylicious"]. This is what happens when you try to play games that require a little thought and creativity with a bunch of offensive, drunk 20-somethings that have been bathing in 100+degree weather and alcohol for three days straight.

2. Boarlock-The existence of “boarlocks” was [quite drunkenly] disputed for a good part of Saturday night. Banking on my friends’ ignorance, I finally convinced the majority that boarlocks are creatures from the Harry Potter series. Though this is false, I still stand by their existence and imagine they would look something like this.

And the #1 Pictionary word from Labor Day weekend 2009 is…

1. Nastylicious-

If memory serves this was another winning word from our host with the most. There was a valiant but failed effort by his brother to draw licorice and something…well…nasty. Well played by all.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

It’s official…

Oh, Brady, you Cunning[ham] bitch! Brady has successfully taken Jason Schwartzman off the market. (At least she’s cute.) I guess I can’t blame the guy (though I was mildly horrified when he didn’t fall madly in love with me at Malibu Yogurt 3 years ago). In addition to being pretty darn adorable, Ms. Cunningham/Mrs. Schwartzman designs some pretty sweet hipster threads that will pair quite nicely with bangs, scarves and ballet flats.

Anyway, sorry hipster girls (and guys), Mr. Schwartzman is now…Mr. Schwartzman with a wife. But don’t worry, I’m sure Wes Anderson will make a gazillion more movies starring Jason (or a Wilson brother or Bill Murray) for us to enjoy. Luckily, for now we can all watch Jason play the quirky and misunderstood lead on HBO’s new series Bored to Death. Basically, a brokenhearted Schwartzman, or Jonathan Ames, drinks a bunch, smokes some pot and subsequently loses his love interest (sounds like he’s winning thus far, right?). Anyway, he gets all sad and crazy like you sometimes do and the obvious solution is to wallow in Raymond Chandler novels. Logically this leads to Ames putting an ad on Craigslist advertising his services as a Hard-boiled P.I. (Seems about right.) Anyway, apparently Brooklyn’s Craiglisters are in dire need of detectives and thus Ames becomes a busy man. Obviously as he is not a real detective, one can only presume that hilarity will ensue. Did I mention Schwartzman’s character, Jonathan Ames, is named after the show’s creator who happens to be a very funny  writer and creator of a very prestigious architectural award? Anyway, should be clever. Starts September 20.

Speaking of HBO…True Blood is almost over…oooooheeeeeemgeeeeeee! But that’s a whooooole other post…

Death Egg Zone? This calls for a victory tune.

Weekly “What the F#@k!?” Vol. 8.2

The second week of August 2009’s definitive “What the F#@k!?” moment went something like this:

(*Names have been changed to protect the disgusted and disturbed)

Saraline*: Mom, you’re in town, so come have dinner with me.

Mom: Ugh, fine. But I’m going to be tired and grumpy the entire time because my boyfriend and I are on the rocks.

Saraline:

Mom: Fine. (siiiiiiiiiiiiigh)

Saraline: !

*Fast forward to Sake House circa 11:00 PM Saturday night*

Lies.

Google Schmoogle. That’s not a “teat” at all.