So, I love the Beatles, but some times — usually a couple times a year — I REALLY REALLY love the Beatles like OMG OBSESSED. This recent bout could be a result of SEVEN HOURS of Beatles Rock Band play, last Saturday. If you heard George Harrison spinning in his grave, surely it was to [...]
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In Which I Expose Myself to Ridicule..Not Unlike Every Entry on This Blog.
HEY. Guess who has two thumbs and has more time to edit photos she took, oh…FOUR MONTHS AGO? THIS KID.
Here’s the thing. I am not a professional photographer. I was not paid to take pictures of the Monolith Music Festival. I simply had the badge that said I could.
Said badge also got me into the [...]
Oh. Hi, Internet. Didn’t see you there.
One of my blogger pet peeves is when a writer gives excuses or apologizes for a month-long hiatus. I’m sure I’ve done it on the many, many “breaks” I’ve taken at this here blog. Usually, I’m going through some sort of existential crisis (I haven’t gotten any less dramatic in the past month! How ’bout [...]
Love. Capital Letters. And Flibbertygibbets.
Now that three months have passed since THIS happened, people have been more comfortable asking me how I feel about dating, love, and the like. Here’s the thing. This? This time right now? This is my favorite part. After a handful of broken hearts and a fistful of failed relationships, I’ve come to know that [...]
Finally, a explanation why so many of us are f*cked up.
Bess and I were sharing our childhood career dreams at lunch today. I wanted to be a cashier at Meijer because I thought you got to keep the money that was handed to you. Nice gig, I thought, at age four. Bess wanted to be a tightrope walker. This was based on her obsession with [...]
Unstoppable. Or: Now I’m Really Regretting Not Going to Sasquatch.
Watch this. Stick with it. You’ll be glad you did.
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I’m pretty sure this is the modern day equivalent to the “Bee Girl” from that Blind Melon video.
That’s the Way
I’m sure there are better things in life than when a musical performance launches into full-on, hand-clapping gospel, but I can’t think of any at the moment. I squeal every time I witness such a spectacle, getting my lily-white midwestern ass out of my seat, clapping on the upbeats, and praying to God that someone [...]
NaBloPoMo. From concentrate.
If you haven’t noticed, I’m still going strong for National Blog Posting Month, for May. (you may remember that in February, I made it a whopping four days.) Not that all the content has been great, by any means. I mean, clearly I’ve phoned some stuff in here and there, but hey, I’M NOT A [...]
Let it out and let it in
As you can imagine, working at an ad agency does not come without its twinges of moral discord. There’s always a part of me that’s like, “You just placed a print ad for a cosmetic surgeon. Your soul just died a little.” Or, “You just placed a steakburger commerical in The Biggest Loser. You are [...]
Doing a Body Good
At home, my parents still use dial-up. They’re going to make “the big switch” to high-speed relatively soon, and I was telling my mom how much it will open up her world, and by “open up” I basically meant “waste away your time.” I explained that, before, when you had a brief moment of nostalgia [...]
You’re Welcome.
Now hold on a second.
Very wisely, you need to determine when you will watch this video.
Because it will be the BEST MINUTE OF YOUR DAY.
Seriously. The moment you choose to watch this video will be the PEAK of your Tuesday. All downhill, from here:
[Link to Video]
I Can’t Really Explain Why, but…
I would like nothing more than to be the principal lady dancer in this video.
I think we all would.
Scrobble to the 1 minute mark and see what I mean.
Hair teased out to here, spandex and legwarmers, effeminate sweaty latin dancers vying for your attention, flight simulation, HALL AND OATES.
The only thing that’s missing, clearly, is [...]
OK, I believe you.
I seldom feed my own money into the jukebox. This isn’t to say I’m hustling dollars for tunes — I just very rarely carry cash. Most places in town have those digital joints, where you pay fifty cents per song. You’ll typically find me and my girl Katie up there, the LEDs splashing color on [...]
Supermac18
There are only 3 reasons I have a YouTube account.
1) To look at the “over 18″ material.
2) To post that random video of me dancing in the sand dunes (446 views?! Who the hell is watching that shit?)
3) To subscribe to 2 channels - Amy Walker, and SuperMac18.
Damon sent me this video a few months ago, [...]
