obfuscated girl

today in indignance

Andrew Bird is playing Summerfest this year. While I was searching for images of, like, fried cheese curds so I could whine OMG PPL ARE GOING TO STAND AROUND AND EAT FRIED CHEESE CURDS AND TALK ABOUT THE BREWERS OR GET FANTASY SCORES FROM THEIR CELLPHONES WHILE ANDREW BIRD'S BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL MUSIC IS PLAYING but then I found this picture:

and now I am just confused.
I am equally confused by the fact that Andrew Bird's site says Wilco is playing on the same day but I can't find a record of it anywhere else on the interweb. And in this instance, by "confused" I mean "kind of tingly."

phew

So I talked to my camera-savvy camera store employee friend last night and apparently the woman who was all "Ask not for whom the bell tolls IT TOLLS FOR YOUR CAMERA" was really just saying that because she wanted me to buy a new camera. I mean, it's not completely fine and someday it will die, but it's not going to be anytime particularly soon. I know you were all on the edges of your seats about that.

Logan Echolls: I thought our story was epic, you know. You and me.
Veronica Mars: Epic how?
L: Spanning years and continents. Lives ruined. Blood shed. Epic. But summer's almost here. And we won't see each other at all. And then you'll leave town. And then. It's over.
V: Logan...
L: I'm sorry. About last summer. If I had it to do over again...
V: Come on. Ruined lives? Blood shed? Do you really think a relationship should be that hard?
L: No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.

oh god

photojournal update

Yes there's a bunch of new stuff over there. No I don't want to talk about how tired I am. Neither do I want to talk about how I dropped the camera over the weekend and apparently the noise it is making now means that I hurt it. Dammit.

SQUEE

Lovingly stolen from this person's Flickr journal.

if a tree falls on the internet...

The Hold Steady are playing SHANK HALL?
Shank Hall, the venue with A FIREPLACE?
Shank Hall, the place with old-people-dinner-theater-style seating?
Shank Hall, the place where my wallet was stolen only to turn up in a men's toilet an hour later with the cash gone but the cards mysteriously unstolen?
Shank Hall, the venue where Pat McCurdy plays 3/5ths of any given month?
And if it's not Pat McCurdy, it's "In The Light: A Led Zeppelin Tribute Band?"
THAT Shank Hall?
WHAT

extra credit reading

These are the two things that have made me laugh harder than anything so far this week (yes, I know it's only Tuesday).
A History of US/Iranian Relations Since 9/11
IRAN: I mean what’re ya gonna do next? Invade Turkmenistan?
U.S.: Possibly.
IRAN: Well, feel free. That guy is nuts.
U.S.: …
IRAN: Let me ask you something. Why didn’t you level North Korea?
U.S.: North Korea?
IRAN: Yeah, you know… the other Axis of Evil country that’s not us.
U.S.: Oh. Well, they have nukes. That basically makes them uninvadable.
IRAN: I see.
U.S.: So the lesson here is “Don’t develop nukes.”
IRAN: Uh……. yeah. Sure. That’s what I’m takin’ away from it.

Fug
Katie Holmes mysteriously disappears. Foul play is suspected, but there's not enough evidence for anyone to be charged. Years later, it is revealed that - with the help of a sympathetic Scientologist on the inside [Veronica Mars's Jason Dohring] - Katie's parents, Joshua Jackson, Kevin Williamson, and Michelle Williams and Heath Ledger staged a dramatic kidnapping at Cruise's headquarters, spiriting Katie away to a small town in Ledger's native Australia where she lived out the rest of her life under the pseudonym Josephine Witter. It is also revealed that an attempt to kidnap the baby was thwarted when Dohring and John Travolta quarreled over the last jelly donut at the Celebrity Centre and Dohring was rendered persona non grata at Casa Cruise in solidarity, thus removing the team's access. Not surprising.

belated happy day of the bunny

BUNNY!

Also, here is a recipe/experiment/thing wherein the author attempts to make a cake using the yolks of Cadbury Creme Eggs instead of real eggs. WITH HILARIOUS RESULTS.
"I am learning that basically, you just need to forget everything you THINK know about eggs because man, you don’t know anything. You know nothing about eggs. Eggs is like 'You don’t know me! Don’t even play like you know me!'”
Despite the fact that I kind of literally dragged myself to work this morning because the neighbors woke me up at 12 am by screaming "IF YOU BREAK THE WINDOW I WILL PEE MY PANTS" (they were having a friendly residentialfuckingneighborfuckinghood game of Frisbee and I am seriously at my wits end, motherfuckers) things are well. I have decided that I am leaving an hour early today because my supervisor is not here at all today and I need new shoes badly enough to warrant leaving early to buy some. Shhhh. Don't tell anyone. I also need sone new t-shirts in actual colors beyond black and gray so I can surprise my mom next weekend by wearing an actual color. Shhhh. Don't tell my mom.

i hate everything

There were people on the porch of the house across the street from me going WOOOOOO and yelling about how they didn't want to go out into the rain cause they have curly hairrr and playing guitar badly until approximately two in the morning. I asked them to keep it down last night when they were doing the same thing so I don't know if this time was coincidence or spite. Also there were massive storms with hail the size of a quarter off and on until about three in the morning, and I would have gone out to see it if I hadn't been TRYING TO SLEEP. I have gotten maybe two hours worth of sleep and I kind of want to cry.
There are ten million new pictures at the photojournal. That is the only thing that I accomplished yesterday besides packing to go home this weekend, where I am sure I will be a productive, entertaining and charming member of my family because I AM SO AWAKE.

because i learned from livejournal that posting im conversations is always fascinating

(note: this is after leaving the topic of What Is Going To Happen On Veronica Mars approximately a half hour previously)
[13:33] [redacted]: then again
[13:33] [redacted]: possibly the seeing dead ppl will be good
[13:33] [redacted]: b/c one thing I miss about this season is the Lily flashbacks
[13:33] sarahnonetheless: man
[13:33] sarahnonetheless: if i could get a diagram of your brain
[13:34] [redacted]: it's pretty much 40% Veronica Mars and 60% OK How Am I Going to Pay Bill X

ROFLCOPTERZ.

here's yr drama, emily

Here is a highly incomplete list of things that I have learned so far this week:
1. I hate the bus.
2. I hate the bus.
3. I fucking hate the bus.
4. Okay, so maybe I just hate the other people who ride the bus.
5. It is generally a bad idea to drink on weeknights even if you start early and even if mojitos are delicious if you have to get up at 6 the next morning.
6. Just because you do not feel drunk does not mean that you will not be hungover the next day.
7. There is basically no situation that listening to the Jackson Five will not make you feel better about.
8. Also, I think I kind of hate that guy who hosts "Deal Or No Deal."
9. Along with most of the contestants on American Idol this season.
9a. I mean, what kind of name is Mandisa anyway?
10. I am not sure if my hatefulness makes me quirky and endearing or just hateful.

things I learned from the internet today

on Wednesday of this week, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00
in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06.

That won't ever happen again.

CRAZY, RIGHT?