Lobsterita

So I caught Day After Tomorrow with Mars the Day Before Yesterday. It was pretty friggin awesome with just a little teeny bit of over the top cheese (wolves???) thrown in to make it fit the disaster movie formula. Kinda sad I didn't see the preview for The Village but hey.

So I started thinking. Its pretty cool to watch fictional New York get smushed by nature. But we need fictional New York. Sure every one is different for each story. But what if all the fictional New Yorkers lived in the same fictional New York, and then that New York got smushed? Could you really live without:

Holly Golightly
The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rachel, Monica, Ross, Phoebe, Joey, and Chandler
Carrie Bradshaw
Miranda, Samantha, and Charlotte
Mark and Roger from RENT
Detective Lenny Briscoe
District Attorney Jack McCoy
or The Ghostbusters?

Well, could you? I'm just saying is all. You couldn't.
Just sayin'.

Here's to you!



I've decided to start my own bloggie tribute to the random things that I come across in my day to day SLC life, Lobsterita-stylie. I think life would be a funner place all around if we just stopped to ponder the weird, funny, or random things right under our noses. Ponder with me, won't you? So without further ado...

Here's to you, The Lost World the television show!

No, not the cool movie about Jeff Goldblum making wisecracks at dinosaurs. We're talking about Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World the television show! What does the actual, good, story by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle have to do with this show? Nothing! Absolutely nothing! But there are raptors! Grrr! Slow moving raptors easily shot by hot blonde women wearing leather bikinis for some reason! These explorers from some old time are trapped, trapped in the above mentioned lost world! But somehow they get more visitors from back home than Gilligan's Island! Hey look, neat, they have a treehouse! Cool! Why do people watch you? Besides the awesomely scary and totally real looking t-rexes, you are on the television when we're bored out of our minds on Sunday afternoons or up with insomnia at four in the morning, and that scary Alexis Vogel makeup infomercial isn't on yet!

So here's to you, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World Television show! Here's to you and your commitment to pure suckassitude! We'll keep an eye on our Sunday basic cable for you!

For everyone out there who didn't get a chance to see it, or is just plain dumb in the head and missed it, the Angel series finale rocked my socks off. I think a little piece of myself died inside when Wesley and

No, you know what? Not gonna ruin anything for anybody. Instead I'll just show you the the banner my buffy friend Kaylynn made for me. Its all kinds of fancy.



In other news, I have one quick question... Is it bad that I think Richard Roxburgh is sexy? Is it very, very bad?

Apparently the state of Louisiana is trying to pass legislation to ban low-rise pants. One LA legislator was quoted in a recent msn article as saying:
"Hopefully, if we pull up their pants, we can lift their minds while we're at it."

I wonder why the people responsible for BYU's increasingly fanatical "honor code" haven't already copyrighted statements like this? The world may never know. But Louisiana really is going about this the wrong way by bringing self-righteous indignation into it. If they truly want to discourage people from wearing lowrisers, they should just go to the local mall, take random photos of all the overweight teenagers squeezed into too-small britney pants like a tube of cookie dough, and post them on highway billboards. Problem solved. Expired fashion fad, yes. End of western civilization as we know it, no.

I first found one of these pins in an antiques store in Park City during the Sundance Film Festival. It was a good day. I spotted my first celebrity ever. It was Tony Shaloub and he waved at me. Swear. I had ditched school to be a "Festie" along with my friend Ali, so I hadn't grabbed a coat. All I had was a sweater and I was freezing, so we kept ducking into stores and the something whatever old-timey junction was one of them. There was a big pile of buttons and one caught my eye. It had a picture of Aunt Jemima on it and the slogan "Aunt Jemima Breakfast Club." I had no money, so I couldn't buy it, but it got me thinking. What would such a club do? Get together and make pancakes, I suppose. But for whom? The homeless? Low income families? Form a pancake version of the Girl Scouts and sell breakfasts door to door to earn money for breakfast camp?

Several years later, I still have no answers. But I still really really want to join that breakfast club.

Funny Name Adventure Time!

EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favorite Spice + Last Foreign Vacation Spot)
Pepper Mexico

SOCIALITE ALIAS: (Silliest Childhood Nickname + Town Where You First Partied)
Lola Cancun

"FLY GIRL" ALIAS (a la J. Lo): (First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name)
L. We

DIVA ALIAS: (Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen)
Pop Tart Vinagrette

GIRL DETECTIVE ALIAS: (Favorite Baby Animal + Where You Went to High School)
Chick Wasatch

BARFLY ALIAS: (Last Snack Food You Ate + Your Favorite Drink)
Maraschino Guarana

SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (Middle Name + Street Where You First Lived)
Esme Sunset

PORN STAR ALIAS: (First Pet's Name + Street You Grew Up On)
Daisy-Daniel Sunset

This great list courtesy of Shoe. So go read her blog, cakesniffers! In other news, Mars is sleeping over tonight so we get to have fun girly sleepover time. I predict it will be hilarious and fun as long as she stops trying to bite my ankles. Seriously, I think she must be part vampire, or at least part Border Collie.

My grans is officially the coolest grans ever. She bought me a little statue of Ganesha! She has no clue what it is or why I want it. But she bought it for me anyways. That's love.

I was back at the hippy store today. I've been going there a lot lately, checking back on the Friends for Floyd thing, staring wistfully at the giant golden Buddha I long to own and put in my living room for all to see, and listening to the music for sale.

By far the albums that most speak to me (ie doesn't sound like Enya or Yahnni) are those by a company called Putumayo, named after the Putumayo river in Colombia which runs along the border of Ecuador and Peru until it reaches the Amazon in Brazil. They support many non-profit organizations dedicated to improving the world and encourage people to learn about other cultures through music. Putumayo Presents compilations are in my car, my bedroom, and my living room. They're in my head when I hum them and my hips when I can't help but dance to them. I heart world music so much. Even if you are one of those people who make fun of people like me who listen to world music (I don't care, I've already defied you by loving Frampton) you should take a peek at a Putumayo CD or two just for the cover art by Nicola Heindl.

So go visit a hippy store near you, there might be the perfect Putumayo CD for your collection. But don't take my word for it! Da dun dun!