I discovered a boy band today.
The Ultimate in Melancholy - I read this on Pajiba a few months ago, but I think it's right. And in celebration of melancholy millennials everywhere, I want to remember it here.But at the risk of inviting a lot of ridicule of my own earnestness, I think there is something infinitely identifiable about Braff, especially his unrestrained sentimentality. For those of us willing to admit it, he captures how we think at 2 a.m. before the morning sun makes our thoughts laughably absurd; he conjures the cliché-ridden phone conversations we have with our girlfriends during a trip away and embodies that embarrassing, blurry-eyed email you send to your crush after a night of drinking that you instantly regret. And I guess that makes Braff an easy target when the lights come up, when the alcohol wears off, and when bloggers run out of Jessica Simpson paparazzi photos to mock.
Admittedly, I don't plan on watching The Last Kiss after reading that "Scathing Review for Bitchy People," but I appreciated that paragraph and still appreciate Braff. (Even after his exploitation of Girls with Low Self Esteem on Arrested Development! Hah! [BTW, my favorite episode of AD is "Ready, Aim, Marry Me!" guest starring Martin Short. :D])
FridayAt the Ryans' House - On Friday Melissa was my +1 for a Meez gathering at our CEO's house. It was in Noe Valley and it is what I want for my family. Pretty much exactly what I want for my family. He's got three kids and an A-type wife who catered the event with foods that made it the most non-BBQ barbecue I've ever been to. Grass-fed angus beef burgers, and none of the cheese selection was orange - I chose white sharp cheddar while Melissa had havarti. As we moved to the condiments counter we saw a pile of corn-on-the-cob grilled in lime aioli sauce. And she made s'mores for dessert. She made the marshmallows. (I walked in, thought it was tofu, saw the chocolate beside it, and got confused.) She made everything. It was amazing.
One thing I'll finally have to get comfortable with is the age difference of my future colleagues in the working world. Most all of the small start-up's staff was there, with their spouses - not just significant others - in tow. Plus their kids.
The kids! There must have been just shy of ten under-10 year olds. One little girl and one little boy made me want to run off and be a mommy. Or at least a playmate.
Scarlet was the most expressive one-year old I have ever met, and she just loved hanging out with "the girls."
The little boy captured my heart the second I saw him. He's Eurasian with long shaggy hair, and watching him follow a "rocket" go up in the air to come back down made me understand where the concept of cartoon faces with circle mouths comes from. He was absolutely adorable. While we were eating in the dining room, he came through beaming with a red-blue-and purple tyrannosaurus rex in his arms - A tyrannosaurus rex that I just so happened to have been playing with when we first arrived. He walked without any purpose toward me (I don't know his name and he definitely doesn't know mine.), so I said, "That's so cool! Can I see it?"
He just looked at me, still smiling, and said "Yeah." He then handed me the dinosaur and walked on, his mother following closely behind him.
Surprised, she remarked, "Wow, he never does that!"
"We're best friends now," I said.
"I think you're engaged!" she exclaimed.
So there you have it. I am to be married to a toddler with whom I share a love for plastic figurines that roar.
What a sweetie! Aww! :)
SaturdayRunning with Scissors - Mom and I caught the Augusten Burroughs memoir, and it is now on my list of books to read. Though Burroughs had made an appearance at SCU my freshman year, I didn't go. From that visit, the only time I had heard about the author was when Adrienne (then Review Editor) said, quite bluntly, "Everyone should read Running with Scissors." Adrienne was one of those softspoken, sweet literary types who you just felt compelled to believe whenever she said something forthright and without an invitation. Sadly, I failed her, and the movie adaptation is all that I've known of Burroughs thus far.
So I suppose, after seeing the movie, it's more like Running was more refreshed or moved up on my list of books to read, rather than appearing there for the first time...Anyway.
I liked the movie. Not the lightest of dysfunctional family films, but I guess the real life base of it lent it to something more somber. (And yet, romantic, too...) It was incredibly extravagant, though, which is an influential factor as to why I need to read the book. Exactly how crazy was "Deirdre" Burroughs? Was that doctor's house really like that? Were Augusten's adopted siblings that troubled? And how the hell did they get Joseph Fiennes to come off as so sleazy and unattractive?
Annette Bening did a remarkable job as Augusten's psychotic mother. Absolutely brilliant. Like Meryl Streep in The Hours brilliant. (Then again I'm a 22-year old blogger, so you really shouldn't blame me or rely on me if I've got no real cred.) I was so drawn to her character. Augusten must have been so strong to have left his mother, who was as manipulative as any Bluth family member (Too much Arrested Development, I know.). I've read only a little bit about what his actual mother has said in response to her portrayal in his memoir, but when the last visual of the film tells you the mother and son have been since estranged, you can't help but to dislike her. And that's where I think Bening achieved brilliance - Though I was drawn to her character, in the end, I could not side with her. I would not want her to be my mother. I would not trust her as a neighbor. And I don't know how anyone like her could ever get married.
Well-cast(ed). Who's to say how authentic Joseph Cross was to the real deal? I'm assuming Burroughs had some degree of control over who played what, and I just found Cross to be totally believable.
Not sure if it's worth my money to buy the DVD in the future, but at least the story is up there.
MondayBoo Bomb - Surprisingly, I got to San Jose with plenty of time to sit down and catch all of last night's Boo Bomb. I had fun! By the end of the night I was feeling pretty Bay Area ghetto, because my cohorts were tired and not as excited by E-40's headlining as I was. But it was all good. When you leave a concert early, you run less of a risk being swept up in all the people-moving and parking lot traffic that's bound to follow. When you leave a Bay Area rap concert early, you also run less of a risk of being injured by stoned, drunk, hoochie, or ghetto kids going dumb.I had no problem smuggling my camera and took a bunch of photos that are really only worth posting online for the sake of revisiting the album - Nothing printworthy here. Just MySpace-worthy. :)
22 years living in the bay and I've never been to a Boo Bomb. Never seen act after act take the stage, most with just three songs to their set. It was oddly efficient. I kind of wanted more havoc and rebellion from the artists, but I suppose I shouldn't assume such things of any one music crowd.
I actually think the highlight of the night for me was Hulk Hogan's appearance. He was no surprise to the billing, but his entrance was definitely fit for...and iconic wrestler. He's an entertainer, and I'm glad he's still upholding that image without putting up a pretense. He knows he's a lucrative marketing point for his daughter (who sucks), but that's cool with him.
Mistah F.A.B. also made an awesome entrance. Him and his frontman (What do they call those rapping sidekicks on stage, anyway?) got hyphy to "Thriller." Clever. :) Never has there been such a fitting night to throw 16,000 people in a room and blast "Ghost Ride the Whip."
Ludacris wasn't that phenomenal of a performer, but I love him for reasons that cannot be explained, so I really didn't care what the quality of his performance would bring. Not very creative, not very heartfelt, but a performance none the less, and his showmanship won the hearts of plenty of attendees with even lower thresholds of expectation than me. It was pretty damn cool having everybody throw their lighters up for "Blueberry Yum Yum." :)
Danity Kane was plain. They are so lame. I realize that I say that and there are some fans (young women, in particular) who will never been convinced of such, but thankfully those young women don't make my iTunes playlists. DK tried to be the PCD, but they just made me want to ditch their horribly cheap hair extensions for their furry ear and tail accessories. Do you see Diddy making a song like "Come to Me" with anyone from DK and making it hot? No, you don't. Because they suck. Their singing power is low and their group has no fucking chemistry. I also distrust anyone with the name "Aubrey" by default, so there's just no way that they're going to win with me.
Paula Deanda was ehh. Felt bad for her because the sound system wasn't completely rigged up when she took the stage. Yung Joc was pretty mundane, too. I could blast his music in a room and get the same effect. Motorcycling with a lot of people was fun, though! Chingy was ever-so-cute. Ladies all over the world will be thankful for the Megatron and photographic contraband simply so that they can have something visual to focus on when they daydream about his nasaly voice in their heads. (I am just now realizing how Rihanna and Chingy could be the most sensible couple in Hip-Hop Hollywood...)
It was a fun time. Makes me wanna go to a club without the intention of being classy. B) Stunna glasses at night style. (By the way, why did The Federation not make an appearance??)
(A chick fell while crawling through our aisle and landed with a long-nailed grip on my right knee. She undid about a week's worth of physically therapeutic strengthening, but I must not be bitter...)
Today at work was not so bad! One of my better days at Meez ever since I reached the internship's halfway point. Why so perky? Because: The things you come across when you surf the Net all day long. The things you learn working at a startup. The world, apparently, is completely random and unpredictable.
The Confession Booth - My place for superficial wants that could not logically be portrayed as needs, and things that really shouldn't be on my mind as much as they are.
Admittedly, I don't plan on watching The Last Kiss after reading that "Scathing Review for Bitchy People," but I appreciated that paragraph and still appreciate Braff. (Even after his exploitation of Girls with Low Self Esteem on Arrested Development! Hah! [BTW, my favorite episode of AD is "Ready, Aim, Marry Me!" guest starring Martin Short. :D])
FridayAt the Ryans' House - On Friday Melissa was my +1 for a Meez gathering at our CEO's house. It was in Noe Valley and it is what I want for my family. Pretty much exactly what I want for my family. He's got three kids and an A-type wife who catered the event with foods that made it the most non-BBQ barbecue I've ever been to. Grass-fed angus beef burgers, and none of the cheese selection was orange - I chose white sharp cheddar while Melissa had havarti. As we moved to the condiments counter we saw a pile of corn-on-the-cob grilled in lime aioli sauce. And she made s'mores for dessert. She made the marshmallows. (I walked in, thought it was tofu, saw the chocolate beside it, and got confused.) She made everything. It was amazing.
One thing I'll finally have to get comfortable with is the age difference of my future colleagues in the working world. Most all of the small start-up's staff was there, with their spouses - not just significant others - in tow. Plus their kids.
The kids! There must have been just shy of ten under-10 year olds. One little girl and one little boy made me want to run off and be a mommy. Or at least a playmate.
Scarlet was the most expressive one-year old I have ever met, and she just loved hanging out with "the girls."
The little boy captured my heart the second I saw him. He's Eurasian with long shaggy hair, and watching him follow a "rocket" go up in the air to come back down made me understand where the concept of cartoon faces with circle mouths comes from. He was absolutely adorable. While we were eating in the dining room, he came through beaming with a red-blue-and purple tyrannosaurus rex in his arms - A tyrannosaurus rex that I just so happened to have been playing with when we first arrived. He walked without any purpose toward me (I don't know his name and he definitely doesn't know mine.), so I said, "That's so cool! Can I see it?"
He just looked at me, still smiling, and said "Yeah." He then handed me the dinosaur and walked on, his mother following closely behind him.
Surprised, she remarked, "Wow, he never does that!"
"We're best friends now," I said.
"I think you're engaged!" she exclaimed.
So there you have it. I am to be married to a toddler with whom I share a love for plastic figurines that roar.
What a sweetie! Aww! :)
SaturdayRunning with Scissors - Mom and I caught the Augusten Burroughs memoir, and it is now on my list of books to read. Though Burroughs had made an appearance at SCU my freshman year, I didn't go. From that visit, the only time I had heard about the author was when Adrienne (then Review Editor) said, quite bluntly, "Everyone should read Running with Scissors." Adrienne was one of those softspoken, sweet literary types who you just felt compelled to believe whenever she said something forthright and without an invitation. Sadly, I failed her, and the movie adaptation is all that I've known of Burroughs thus far.
So I suppose, after seeing the movie, it's more like Running was more refreshed or moved up on my list of books to read, rather than appearing there for the first time...Anyway.
I liked the movie. Not the lightest of dysfunctional family films, but I guess the real life base of it lent it to something more somber. (And yet, romantic, too...) It was incredibly extravagant, though, which is an influential factor as to why I need to read the book. Exactly how crazy was "Deirdre" Burroughs? Was that doctor's house really like that? Were Augusten's adopted siblings that troubled? And how the hell did they get Joseph Fiennes to come off as so sleazy and unattractive?
Annette Bening did a remarkable job as Augusten's psychotic mother. Absolutely brilliant. Like Meryl Streep in The Hours brilliant. (Then again I'm a 22-year old blogger, so you really shouldn't blame me or rely on me if I've got no real cred.) I was so drawn to her character. Augusten must have been so strong to have left his mother, who was as manipulative as any Bluth family member (Too much Arrested Development, I know.). I've read only a little bit about what his actual mother has said in response to her portrayal in his memoir, but when the last visual of the film tells you the mother and son have been since estranged, you can't help but to dislike her. And that's where I think Bening achieved brilliance - Though I was drawn to her character, in the end, I could not side with her. I would not want her to be my mother. I would not trust her as a neighbor. And I don't know how anyone like her could ever get married.
Well-cast(ed). Who's to say how authentic Joseph Cross was to the real deal? I'm assuming Burroughs had some degree of control over who played what, and I just found Cross to be totally believable.
Not sure if it's worth my money to buy the DVD in the future, but at least the story is up there.
MondayBoo Bomb - Surprisingly, I got to San Jose with plenty of time to sit down and catch all of last night's Boo Bomb. I had fun! By the end of the night I was feeling pretty Bay Area ghetto, because my cohorts were tired and not as excited by E-40's headlining as I was. But it was all good. When you leave a concert early, you run less of a risk being swept up in all the people-moving and parking lot traffic that's bound to follow. When you leave a Bay Area rap concert early, you also run less of a risk of being injured by stoned, drunk, hoochie, or ghetto kids going dumb.I had no problem smuggling my camera and took a bunch of photos that are really only worth posting online for the sake of revisiting the album - Nothing printworthy here. Just MySpace-worthy. :)
22 years living in the bay and I've never been to a Boo Bomb. Never seen act after act take the stage, most with just three songs to their set. It was oddly efficient. I kind of wanted more havoc and rebellion from the artists, but I suppose I shouldn't assume such things of any one music crowd.
I actually think the highlight of the night for me was Hulk Hogan's appearance. He was no surprise to the billing, but his entrance was definitely fit for...and iconic wrestler. He's an entertainer, and I'm glad he's still upholding that image without putting up a pretense. He knows he's a lucrative marketing point for his daughter (who sucks), but that's cool with him.
Mistah F.A.B. also made an awesome entrance. Him and his frontman (What do they call those rapping sidekicks on stage, anyway?) got hyphy to "Thriller." Clever. :) Never has there been such a fitting night to throw 16,000 people in a room and blast "Ghost Ride the Whip."
Ludacris wasn't that phenomenal of a performer, but I love him for reasons that cannot be explained, so I really didn't care what the quality of his performance would bring. Not very creative, not very heartfelt, but a performance none the less, and his showmanship won the hearts of plenty of attendees with even lower thresholds of expectation than me. It was pretty damn cool having everybody throw their lighters up for "Blueberry Yum Yum." :)
Danity Kane was plain. They are so lame. I realize that I say that and there are some fans (young women, in particular) who will never been convinced of such, but thankfully those young women don't make my iTunes playlists. DK tried to be the PCD, but they just made me want to ditch their horribly cheap hair extensions for their furry ear and tail accessories. Do you see Diddy making a song like "Come to Me" with anyone from DK and making it hot? No, you don't. Because they suck. Their singing power is low and their group has no fucking chemistry. I also distrust anyone with the name "Aubrey" by default, so there's just no way that they're going to win with me.
Paula Deanda was ehh. Felt bad for her because the sound system wasn't completely rigged up when she took the stage. Yung Joc was pretty mundane, too. I could blast his music in a room and get the same effect. Motorcycling with a lot of people was fun, though! Chingy was ever-so-cute. Ladies all over the world will be thankful for the Megatron and photographic contraband simply so that they can have something visual to focus on when they daydream about his nasaly voice in their heads. (I am just now realizing how Rihanna and Chingy could be the most sensible couple in Hip-Hop Hollywood...)
It was a fun time. Makes me wanna go to a club without the intention of being classy. B) Stunna glasses at night style. (By the way, why did The Federation not make an appearance??)
(A chick fell while crawling through our aisle and landed with a long-nailed grip on my right knee. She undid about a week's worth of physically therapeutic strengthening, but I must not be bitter...)
Today at work was not so bad! One of my better days at Meez ever since I reached the internship's halfway point. Why so perky? Because: The things you come across when you surf the Net all day long. The things you learn working at a startup. The world, apparently, is completely random and unpredictable.
The Confession Booth - My place for superficial wants that could not logically be portrayed as needs, and things that really shouldn't be on my mind as much as they are.
- I think I want a typewriter.
- And a pair of writer-looking glasses.
- (And those Kenneth Coles.)
- I think I want to make stupid money.
- The juice just isn't worth the squeeze.m: no it's exciting
m: ! =)
m: cause it's like a drama
m: like a korean drama
m: but in english
m: and with white people - I'd rather (wait to) be in love.