Friday, June 29, 2007

Toon in

If I were a Simpsons character, this is what I'd look like:

And I'd like to think my hips aren't that big, but it was either that or be flat-chested. I can only kid myself so much. ;)

You can make your own here.

"Lois, our relationship can not be measured in nipples and dimes... nickels and boobs... money." - Peter Griffin, Family Guy

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Frazzle dazzle

I'm feeling like a crazy person right about now.

Let me back up.

This morning I thought I had a flat tire. A nearby tire place determined it was loose lug nuts. Long story short, my mechanic, who last had my car just a few days ago, wants me to bring it back in because something ain't right. And he told me to be careful driving between now and then.

Tonight I was supposed to go to my first Yelp elite event - a special event just for folks who have the distinction of being frequent contributors. I skipped the gym because I did another mega-workout last night, and saw some pretty awful traffic on my way home that I'd have to battle to get to the event. Then I accidentally pissed off another driver as I pulled into my neighborhood and got paranoid at the thought of him following me. I thought I saw his car pull onto my street shortly after I did, so I started driving around the neighborhood instead of pulling into our condo complex. (Seriously, I was probably just being paranoid, but better safe than sorry, right?) And of course as I weaved through the streets of my 'hood, I nearly pulled in front of another car.

I arrived home, totally frazzled, freakin' out about having to battle traffic and fears of my car breaking down and being stalked by a lynch mob of angry drivers. So I decided to stay home instead of venturing out. I threw myself into piles of dirty laundry, cleaned up our bedroom, did the dishes, cleaned off counters - everything I could to shake the sense of frustration that had built up. I'm feeling much better now, especially as Brent promised to bring the party to me.

Thank god tomorrow is Friday.

"Don’t go out tonight. The girls will eat you up. They bark and they bite. And their boyfriends beat you up. You’re tough enough. To take it all in stride. So please just stay inside." - Julian Velard, Little Demons

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Weekend in review

The weekend started off fabulously at my Friday a.m. Weight Watchers weigh-in. I was down 1.8 lbs that week, finally hitting 10 lbs. total. It's nice to know all my hard work paid off. And hopefully it won't take nearly as long to lose the next10 lbs. as I'm really in the mindset to eat right and workout. I'm even squeezing in workouts around weeknight evening plans.

Saturday I met up with WeezerMonkey, Jenny and Connie for tea at Jin Patisserie. It was a lovely time, topped off with perfect weather. Check out WeezerMonkey's lovely write-up.

After a lazy weekend nap Brent and I met up with his family at a local Indian restaurant. I'm not a big fan of Indian food as most of it is spicy, strange textures and/or strange colors, but I'm a good sport and won't protest if it's what everyone else wants. Brent helped me pick out something that I did end up enjoying, even if it was crazy neon shade of yellow.

Then Brent and I went to see Eagle vs Shark, an indie film featuring one of the creators of Flight of the Conchords on HBO (that show is pretty funny, by the way). The movie trailer looked freakin' hilarious and immediately it made me think, "Hey, if Napoleon Dynamite had a New Zealand cousin, this would be his movie." Turns out it wasn't as hilarious as the trailer made it out to be. It was still cute but it was a bit more depressing than I had anticipated. I'd recommend it as a rental, but don't know if I'd suggest you spend your money to see it at the theater.

We saw the film at a nice, new indie theater. We saw Once there last weekend. This weekend our film was playing in a "living room" theater with couches instead of standard seats. Pros: it made it easier to cuddle with Brent, the couch was relatively comfy (leather). Con: the couches have low backs so it was nearly impossible to rest your head on anything. And as long as the ushers stick around to make sure nothing nasty happens on those couches, I'd see another show there.

Sunday we met up with Tori and South African Ballerina Jen for brunch at one of our favorite spots, John O'Groats. (You'll notice that I *just* gave them a stellar review last week.) Sadly we were disappointed by their service. It took more than 45 minutes to be seated and folks who sat down after us got their food before we even had our drinks. Lame dash o.

That night Brent and I attended a BBQ at my boss', which was a lot of fun. It's nice to see folks (in this case, co-workers) out of their natural habitat (the office) and on more casual terms. The food was great, as was the company. Oh, and we learned that my boss and I are related. Actually, he and Brent are related. It's quite a long story, and an even longer story on how we even got on the subject, but Brent's dad's cousin was once married to my boss' great aunt. Try saying that five times fast. Yup, strange but true.

Last night Tori and I went to the Hotel Cafe to see Julian Velard. It's a tiny venue. We arrived early enough to grab a table in the front row. We caught the act before Julian, a gal named Amy LaVere. She sounds like the love child of Sheryl Crow and Norah Jones. And I was truly impressed to see her working the stand-up bass like she did. That's not something you see every day!

Julian was awesome. I was taken aback by his performance at first. He appeared to have just awoken from a nap. (Or as Tori pointed out, was probably high.) You would never guess by his music, but he's a very goofy performer. He's kind of Jerry Lee Lewis with his facial expressions and bug eyes. I found myself giggling quite a bit. His ballads were amazing, too. His final song was beautiful and sad and nearly had Tori and I in tears. (Shut up! Music can do that, especially live.)

We also had the opportunity to meet him after his performance. He was very appreciative and quite friendly. He shook our hands and asked our names. Our groupie selves were soooo excited, as you can imagine. I hope to catch him next time he's in our neck of the woods.

"Last night I had a dream I was dead. Somebody put an arrow through my head. They were going for the apple. But I guess that they missed. Couldn’t help be reminded of the first time we kissed." - A Dream, Julian Velard

Thursday, June 21, 2007

My baby, she wrote me a letter

Dear Stupid Drivers,

Please stop throwing garbage, apple cores and cigarette butts out your window. It makes me so mad when I see it happen, but I can't honk or yell because you may shoot me.

Dear Fellow Music Fans,

Please check out this week's "Free Single of the Week" on iTunes. It's one of my favorite female singers, Sara Bareilles. She rocks - literally and figuratively. You'll love the tune. And it's free.


Dear Prince,

I'm sorry I had to turn down one of Nicole's extra tickets to see you at The Roosevelt next week. I would love to see you in all your vertically-challenged, assless-pants, amazing-performer glory at such a small venue, but I have plans that night and I just dropped a not-so-pretty penny on car repairs. I never meant to cause you any sorrow. I never meant to cause you any pain.


Dear Soundtrack from the Movie "Once,"

I love you. You are in my heavy rotation. Your songs bounce around my head and there's no point trying to change it. It's like listening to a hug while sitting in a warm bubble bath and being fed grapes and mini-quiches. I'm tempted to look into your previous bodies of work, but I'm afraid of opening a can of worms that I won't be able to contain.


Dear Start of Summer,

Thanks for deciding to grace us with your presence. Thank you for whisking away the June Gloom - at least for now. Please don't crazy-go-nuts on me with a heat wave. I'd like to enjoy your perfect temperatures for a bit longer.


Dear Friends (real and virtual),

Thank you for being awesome. Yes, I'm talking to you. You fill me with delight and make it easy to be cheerful. Thank you for reading. Thank you for sharing the love.

P.S. Friday is my 3-year blogiversary! I've come a long way since my first post, so thanks for sticking with me!!!

"Dear Sir. I object strongly to the letters on your programme. They are clearly not written by the general public and are merely included for a cheap laugh. Yours etc., William Knickers." - Man, Monty Python's Flying Circus

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Why ya keep hitting yourself? Huh? Huh?

I'm so tired and I did it to myself.

I left work a little early to pick my car up from getting tuned up. I had nearly two hours before the first class at the gym I wanted to take, but I didn't want to take a trip home only to sit in traffic to get back to the side of town where the gym is. I tried to kill some time but still found myself at the gym 45 minutes early. I took it relatively easy on a bike, then went to a spinning class. THEN I did some ab work before taking a hip-hop class, where we did an intense choreographed routine to Janet Jackson's Rhythm Nation. Tons of fun but tons of work.

I also annoyed myself by wearing new workout pants, which I wore for the first time last week and fit just fine. Tonight? Totally falling off me. Now I know I've been working out like a mad woman, but I doubt I've made that much of a difference in a week. So bizarre.

Beat, totally beat. That is me.

No gym for me tomorrow. I think my legs are going on strike.

"Oh, yeah, I'm a gym member. I try to go four times a week, but I've missed the last... twelve hundred times." - Chandler, Friends

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

All hell's breaking loose... my neighborhood.
Last night we heard sirens and helicopters and general madness outside. We looked off our balcony to see huge plumes of smoke nearby. Not quite the next block over, but close enough to pique our curiosity. We took a stroll around the neighborhood, along with all sorts of other wacky folks. We saw the building on fire - flames and everything! We weren't sure if it was a house or apartment or what from where we stood. We headed back home, where there had been a car accident in front of our condo while we were gone. I swear I expected a helicopter to fall out of the sky, the street to crack open and a giant hand to burst out and drag me under. Madness, pure madness! An onlooker stood on our street, munching on some chips. He figured we had just come back from the fire.

"What's going on?" he asked. We told him it was a fire.
"Is it toxic????"
Us, stifling our laughter. "Um, no."
"We're not being evacuated or anything?"
"Um, not that we saw or heard."
"And what happened over there?" (pointing toward the car accident)
"Looks like a car accident. (laughing) I think we had just better get inside."

We caught the 11 o'clock news and learned that it was a commercial building on fire. A commercial building where they replicate CDs. And it WAS toxic! (Sorta.) They evacuated about 70 nearby folks, probably so they wouldn't die from fumes or catch on fire. my nose.
I woke up this morning with the worst allergy attack ever. I thought my head was going to explode. Completely miserable. In addition to the Zyrtec I took last night, I used nose spray this morning, Sudafed when I got into the office, and I just finished some Emergen-C. I'm *just* now starting to feel slightly better. Son of a...

... and in my gym.
I like my gym and I like the people who workout there. It's such a great place to people-watch. There's an older fellow there who is hardcore. Seriously, HARDCORE. He regularly lifts free weights while standing on a medicine ball the size of a basketball! And yesterday he was on the stairmill while wearing a heavy backpack! THEN he got on the elliptical and did that for a half hour, with the backpack! He could so kick my ass.

"I’m going to be your new boss. It’s my greatest dream come true. Welcome to the Hotel Hell. Check-in time is now. Check-out time is never." - Dwight, The Office

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Weekend cornucopia

Thanks, everyone, for sharing the photos of your desks. I'm reminded that my workspace is sadly devoid of plant life. I must remedy that. Keep the photos coming, if you haven't already.

Friday night Brent and I enjoyed one of our new favorite restaurants called Tender Greens. Service is fast, the food is delicious, relatively inexpensive, and relatively healthy (I had grilled veggies, spinach salad and amazing mashed potatoes). I topped it off with one of their lemon cupcakes. I highly recommend that So. Cal folks check it out if they're near Culver City. Josh and Jami took a cooking class there recently, which also sounds like a lot of fun.

After dinner we headed over to Backstage Bar & Grill, a little dive karaoke bar to celebrate the birthday of my lovely friend, Tori. I had the opportunity to catch up with some old friends, which is always nice.

I bought Tori a birthday card, which I forgot to bring with me. (Bad friend! Oops!) When I saw it, I laughed out loud - seriously. And when I went to pay for it, the cashier decided to read it, which threw me off. He confirmed that it was funny, while I laughed uncomfortably. Isn't that an unspoken rule? The cashier isn't supposed to look at the card... right?

Saturday morning Brent and I tried a blink-and-you'll-miss-it restaurant at the bottom of a Travelodge motel called Metro Cafe. We read food blogger Bree's recommendation last week and had to try that exact breakfast for ourselves. Freakin' delicious! It was the perfect amount of food, along with the fruit bowl that Brent and I split.

That afternoon I convinced Brent to see an award-winning indie film with me called Once. It's a musical (but not in the conventional musical sense, no dance numbers or anything like that) set in Dublin. It's about the relationship of two musicians and tells a beautiful story about what inspires music and lyrics. Instead of using actors who could sing, they used singers who could act. The music was very Damien Rice-ish, which I later learned made sense because the main male character and his band, The Frames, toured with Damien Rice. I loved the story and cast, but something about the film reminded me of why I don't go to museums - it's filled with beautiful things, but tires me out. I did really enjoy it, though, as did Brent. Be warned that the camera work is a bit shaky. Brent actually felt nauseous at the end of the film, although I hadn't really noticed. If nothing else, check out the music from the film if you like haunting music, heavy in piano and guitar. I bought the album as soon as we got home.

I spent Saturday evening doing laundry and cleaning out my closet. I know - you're jealous of my raucous night. Both of those tasks were long overdue. And I'm excited to donate three bags of clothes and shoes.

I'm trying to become a "runner." Brent is a runner, and I've always been envious of people who can just go for a jog. I'm currently training myself on the treadmill, in the hopes that one day I'll be able to join my hubby as he hits the streets and in many cases, the beach. (A perk of living blocks from the ocean.) I started a few weeks ago, alternating 1 minute of walking with 2 minutes of running. I worked up to alternating 5 minutes walking, 5 running. Then I managed to walk 5, run 10, repeat (all to total 30 minutes). Well, today I overcame another barrier and was able to walk 5, then basically run for 25 minutes with just a few very short breaks. Excuse me while I pat myself on the back. I hope to keep up the endurance and build up my speed.

I hope you all had a wonderful Father's Day. I, myself, hate this time of year as I'm reminded by a plethora of ads that my dad is no longer here. Having said that, I am thankful to have the best father-in-law. He's a wonderful man who never ceases to amazing me with his generosity, intelligence, love of his family, work ethic and values. (And did I mention that he's the one who introduced me to Maroon 5? That's a fun story I'll have to tell later.) And lucky for me, Brent has inherited so many of his dad's wonderful traits. Although Brent's parents are in Turkey on vacation, Brent, his brother and I pitched in and sent some treats to their hotel room for a long-distance "Happy Father's Day!"

Hope you all had a great weekend!

"My father's name was Dwight Schrute. My grandfather's name was Dwight Schrute. His father's name Dwide Schrude. Amish. I loved my father very much. Every morning he'd wake up at dawn and make us biscuits with gravy. When I was little my dad and I played a lot of games together. My dad cheated a lot but I never busted him on it. I would have, except I didn't know about it. He didn't tell me till years later. I was shocked when I found out. "- Dwight, The Office

Thursday, June 14, 2007


I thought it'd be fun to share some pics of what I look at for 8 hours a day - my cube! Some days I really miss having a big office with four walls, a door and windows, but I enjoy the easy access to and camaraderie with my co-workers. I make an effort to keep my work space spicy with lots of Nanette-esque touches. It also helps that we have some fun Herman Miller cubes.

See for yourself. (Click on the photos for more notes.)
The wide view of my cube

To my right, I have my official red stapler a la Office Space, my Wee Ninja, some treats and other goodies.
Wee Ninja supervises my work

To my left, my Hello Kitty calendar where I keep track of my workouts (check out all the red Xs!) and pics of my adorable nephew.
My calendar and pics of my nephew

And above me...
Pics in my cube

So, now it's your turn. I wanna see your work space! Share, share, share!

"I know exactly what he's talking about. I sprout mung beans on a damp paper towel in my desk drawer. Very nutritious. But they smell like death." - Creed, The Office

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Everything's coming up roses

I was hoping to buy a baking pan similar to this one today at Bed Bath and Beyond, but they didn't have the one I had seen previously. Instead I bought this pan, and made these tonight!


Mini-rose bundt cakes

They're lemon with a lemon glaze. I've never worked with a glaze before, but it was fun and so easy. I hope to get better with more practice.

UPDATE: Ok, folks. By popular demand, here is the recipe for the cake. It's a family recipe passed down, generation to generation. I kid you not. And the glaze was simply 1/2 cup of powdered sugar mixed with 1 tablespoon of lemon juice until smooth.

"They say that your wedding day goes by in such a flash, that you’re lucky if you even get a piece of your own cake. I say that’s crazy. I say, let them eat cake. Margaret Thatcher said that. About marriage. Smart broad." - Michael, The Office

Monday, June 11, 2007

Let's bowl, let's bowl, let's rock'n'roll

So this weekend was the big John Mayer extravaganza, and I'm so sad it's over. The icing on the Your Body Is A Wonderland cake is his Tonight Show performance in a few hours, which I probably could have attended had I paid more attention to the fan club website.

Saturday night my friends Jami and Bree joined me for the show. Sunday night I went with my friend Randie.

Randie and I at the Bowl

Both nights featured Rocco Deluca and then Ben Folds as opening acts. We enjoyed them, although as I told Jodi (a huge Ben Folds fan who attended both nights, too), it was apparent that Ben was not really into playing for a John Mayer audience. It probably didn't help that much of the audience zoned out during his performances.

Ben Folds 1

John's performance on Saturday was beautiful. I enjoyed having his guitar licks and syrupy voice wash right over me. He played a great setlist with all sorts of fabulous tunes.

At Sunday's performance, Jodi and her husband decided to leave after Ben's set. They had seats close to ours, which weren't bad at all. I suggested that they give their tix to someone in the nosebleed seats, but as they were hoping to catch Ben on his way off the stage, I grabbed the tix on their behalf. (I've done that a few times at previous shows where I didn't want to see the second act - Barenaked Ladies/Alanis Morissette, John Mayer/Sheryl Crow, etc.)

After Ben's set, I climbed the three long (and I mean looooooong) flights of stairs to the very top of the Bowl. I surveyed the audience members, trying to look for a pair of fans who would really appreciate it. I saw two girls, one wearing a John Mayer sweatshirt. I interrupted their conversation and probably creeped them out at first when I asked, "Is it just the two of you?" They replied yes, then I told them that I had better seats for them. I explained that my friends only came to see Ben Folds so now their seats were open. Those girls? Soooooooooo excited! They jumped up, screaming excitedly and continuously thanking me. I walked them down to the section, all the while they repeated over and over how excited they were and they couldn't believe it. They gave me big hugs and I sent them on their way. I caught their eyes before the show (they were in the section to my right), flashed them a thumbs-up to make sure they were ok, and they flashed me a big thumbs-up in return.

After the show, Randie and I waited in the shuttle line when she noticed the two girls. I ran over to see if they enjoyed the show. Again, big hugs from them. I formally introduced myself and found out their names - Hannah and Whitney. They asked what I did for a living, which I tried to explain but wouldn't be surprised if it went over their heads as it's a bit of a mouthful. I asked if they were students. And they were. In high school. I felt ooooooooold. They asked what my favorite John Mayer song was. I said, "3x5." Turns out that was Hannah's, too. We also share nicknames - she's also a "Nanners." Me and those two girls? Best friends forever!

And after helping them out, they in turn helped someone else. They gave their nosebleed tickets to the friends of people in front of them, who weren't able to get in. They totally paid it forward! I love it!

So, back to John (we're on a first name basis, ya know). As much as I loved Saturday's performance, I think I enjoyed Sunday just a teeny bit more. He played even more of my old favorites, including 3x5, Neon and Your Body Is A Wonderland. He also threw in a rendition of Springsteen's I'm On Fire, which was really cool!

John is an amazing performer, and I've read that he's considered one of the finest guitarists today. I suggest all of you see him if presented with the opportunity. You'll love him, and if you don't? That just means more for me!

John on stage On the big screen

"I was the one you always dreamed of. You were the one I tried to draw. How dare you say it's nothing to me. Baby, you're the only light I ever saw." - John Mayer, Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Help! I need someone!

Dear So. Cal readers,

We have one extra ticket for Saturday's John Mayer/Ben Folds concert at the Hollywood Bowl. It's $67 (or best offer), and the seat is in section M1.

Anyone interested? Anyone know anyone who might be? If so, please drop a line at nannersp at gmail dot com.

"Major motion pictures are made, huge concerts have been put on stadiums. I mean, for God's sake, 500,000 were mobilized in the Gulf and a war fought and won in less time without everyone included having a nervous breakdown and being sent flowers. It cannot be that difficult." - Saffie, Absolutely Fabulous

This will blow your mind

Seriously. Check this out. She's genius. Or she sold her soul to the devil in exchange for the most amazing culinary creativity ever. I'm leaning toward the former.

Thanks, Lisa, for pointing out these beautiful creations!

"Use what talent you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best." - Henry Van Dyke

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Tag along

Jenn tagged me for a meme.

Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write their own blog with their 7 things as well as these rules. You need to tag 7 others and list their names on your blog. Remember to leave a comment for them letting them know they have been tagged and to read your blog.

Here are mine:
1. I don't have a specific fashion style these days. Yesterday I wore a black dress with a long string of pearls. Today I wore camo pants and a hoodie. It's fun to spice it up a bit.
2. Growing up, my mom put my brother's name on MY birthday cake and vice versa. It'd say, "Happy Birthday Nanette, Love Christopher" I doubt this is some Filipino tradition. I think she's just a bit wacky.
3. While some gals (including many whom I know and love) are really into designer handbags, my most expensive bag was $100. I'm not saying either habit is better or worse, I'm just in awe of those who are willing to spring that much on accessories.
4. Maybe concerts are my expensive handbags. And I'd rather spend my money to see my favorite artists multiple times (like John Mayer this weekend - TWICE!) than expand my concert horizons and see someone new. Sad, but true.
5. I never drank coffee until a couple of years ago. Then I found myself drinking it every day. But I started having stomach aches more frequently and I wasn't sleeping well, so I gave up ALL caffeine (including Coke Zero) last month. I've had a couple cups of coffee since then, and they wreaked havoc on my stomach. Caffeine and I are officially broken up.
6. For breakfast I almost always have Shredded Wheat with cinnamon and Splenda or egg whites with a little cheddar cheese and sometimes one piece of wheat toast.
7. For my upcoming 30th (yikes!) birthday, I unintentionally asked for vanity-related gifts: a new flat iron (got it early from my mom last month), gift certificates for facials at Dermalogica and perhaps some personal training sessions. Looks like I don't want to grow old gracefully.

The 7 folks I'm tagging are: Wilikat, Weezer Monkey, Julie Q, Shannon, Jolene, R and Twinkie.

"The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have some pretty annoying virtues." - Elizabeth Taylor

Monday, June 04, 2007

The missing links

I updated my blogroll tonight with the following sites. Check em out and enjoy!

My Burning Kitchen
A Crazy Little Thing Called Life
Hodge Podge
The JQ Lounge
Married Not Buried
More Fun Than A Barrel
Need Your Pillow Fluffed?
Nobody Puts Baby In A Corner
Nutcase 101
Random Thoughts
Theorettically Speaking (Just got married! Go to see her awesome pics!)

"The Internet is like alcohol in some sense. It accentuates what you would do anyway. If you want to be a loner, you can be more alone. If you want to connect, it makes it easier to connect." - Esther Dyson, interview in Time Magazine

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Weekend recap

Last night I attended a special show for Maroon 5 at the Troubadour, one of my favorite tiny venues to catch shows.

Because it's such a small venue, they only allowed the fan club to buy one ticket per member, which was sad for me as none of my friends are also members. And I don't think they sold any tix to the public. I think the few non-fan club concert attendees had tix from the concert sponsor, Verizon.

I was sad at the thought of going to a show by myself. I've eaten out in restaurants and seen movies on my own, but never a concert. I sucked it up and went alone.

They let the fan club members in early for the sound check and a Q&A session, which was a lot of fun. After a grueling 4 hours on my feet, the band hit the stage for their show. It. Was. AMAZING! They did a great set from both their albums. And with such a small venue it was easy to get close to the stage, making for an even more memorable, unique concert experience, considering that they've grown to play more and more arenas these days.

And it wasn't so bad attending all by my lonesome. I had to make an effort to chat up some other attendees, but other than that, it was better than I expected.

Here's a mini collage of pics of Adam, the lead singer. Yes, that is a vest he's wearing, but he has the body to rock it with no problem.
Adam rocks out

I rocked out myself this weekend as I broke in my latest toy, Guitar Hero II for our PS2. After a few hours of playing, I made it to level 8, "Face Melting" licks. Even Brent is into this game, unlike my other video games (Dance Dance Revolution, Karaoke Revolution).

Today we saw Knocked Up. Although long for a comedy (2 hours), we both enjoyed it. The storylines were quite entertaining and it was well cast. And it made me appreciate how well Brent and I get along. We really don't fight, and I'm amazed at people who fight constantly and think they have a healthy relationship.

I ended the weekend with a fun gathering of a bunch of my gal pals. It's nice to have such a great circle of friends to enjoy.

"This art of resting the mind and the power of dismissing from it all care and worry is probably one of the secrets of energy in our great men." - Captain J. A. Hadfield

Saturday, June 02, 2007

May the farce be with you

Last night Brent and I happened across Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back on cable, which I'm not sure I've ever seen or perhaps saw once during a time far, far away. (See what I did there?) It was the scene where everyone says good-bye to Han before they freeze him into some bizarre bronze-looking sculpture.

Me: Why are they freezing him?
B: To send to Jabba.
Me: To Jabba? I don't get it.
B: He owes him money.
Me: Why does he have to be frozen because he owes Jabba money? That doesn't make any sense.
B: Because Jabba is going to be put him on the wall as a warning to others.
Me: Wait. Can't Han just go work for Jabba at the cantina or something, doing dishes? Or if he's going to sacrifice his life anyway, can't he just go to Jabba ALIVE and THEN let Jabba do what he wants with him? Why freeze himself first? That's just crazy.
B: It makes sense, I swear.
Me: It does? Ok, if I owe Countrywide (our mortgage company) money, instead of going to talk to Countrywide about it, I want you to paper mache me, then send my paper-mached body to Countrywide to put on their wall.
B: ...

"I don't wanna go on a rant here, but America's foreign policy makes about as much sense as Beowulf having sex with Robert Fulton at the First Battle of Antietam, I mean when a Neo-Conservative defenestrates, it's like Raskolnikov filibustered deoxymonohydroxinate." - Dennis Miller, Family Guy