shameless pandering

Go on over to Paige's blog and vote for my shitty mix tape. Competition is tough. There is definitely a lot of wonderful crap to wade through.

Completely unrelated: Which of the following movies were Mike and I unable to finish watching because we thought it was so terrible: King Kong, The Jerk or Soul Plane? If you answered The Jerk or Soul Plane*, you are sorely mistaken, my friend....

*Which is not to say that Soul Plane is not a totally shitty movie. For some reason we could finish that much more than King Kong and its seemingly neverending chase scenes.

shittastic!

At the behest of Martin, I am throwing my hat into the Shittiest Mix Tape contest. Naming five songs is incredibly difficult, since there are so many craptacular songs. But without further ado:

1. "Dear Mr. Jesus," Sharon Batts of PowerSource. The creepiest song ever about child abuse. You may remember it from Public Service Announcements in the '80s.

2. "Fuck You," Dr. Dre. With lyrics like, "I just wanna fuuuuuck you/We can't be kissin and huggin gul, you got a husband who loves.. you../You need to give him your quality time," it sures gives a mixed message about what marriage is about.

3. "Do Me!" Bell Biv Devoe. Shouldn't "Fuck You" be followed by "Do Me!"? That's what I thought.

4. "Roller Skating," INXS. A crappy disco-punk song about how a girl makes Michael Hutchence feel like roller skating. I'll try to get an MP3 of this up before Monday.

5. "Candy," Cameo. Bow down to the codpiece...

like a tooth aching a jawbone

I got one of my top wisdom teeth yanked this morning, making it three down, one to go. For some reason, the dentist didn't want to extract both on the same day. I just took some Tylenol with codeine left over from my ankle surgery to deal with the pain, because I know that the Motrin the dentist prescribed is not going to cut it. I'm a total wuss when it comes to dental pain. I have no problem in the office, but when the novocaine wears off, I am a whining baby. I figured stronger is the way to go.

Now I am going to spend the day watching cheesy movies on demand.

river street, literally

Not only has my hometown been mentioned on The West Wing, it's one of the places hardest hit by the floods. My parents' basement is OK, but my best friend's mom's has been flooded. There are a few good photo galleries on Boston.com.

goodbye my favorite fake president

The West Wing rode off into the sunset in a predictable, dignified manner last night. The one surprise, however, was hearing my hometown mentioned in the episode. The two stops that the derailed train was stuck between were Exeter, NH and my hometown. Sure, the pronunciation of the place was completely butchered, but that actually added to the realism since no one from outside of the area seems to pronounce Haverhill with the long "A" sound anyway.

Mike and I saw Poseidon yesterday afternoon, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was so disasteriffic, although nothing can compare to the original. After all, the original had Shelley Winters!

end-of-the-semester brain melt

It turns out the grade sheet was in my other bag the whole time. Yes, I'm an idiot. Self-fulfilling prophecy, indeed.

You know what I am excited about? First place Red Sox! I do, however, agree with Ms. Cursed to First about how frightening Matsui's injury was.

Since I am DONE (except for some coding, which I can't do until Monday) for the semester, today is going to be cleaning day. I am actually excited about this. I kid you not, although I'm not more excited than taking 2 out of 3 from the Yankees.

...and it drops

Talk about self-fulfilling prophecies: I'm getting sick (I was nauseated all night and my jaw near where I got a huge filling last week is strangely sore), the DVR cut off the last 5 minutes of Lost last night while I was out with a bunch of school peeps, and, most strangely my grade sheet for my class is MISSING. Someone signed it out with my initials. I'm really hoping that this is an honest mistake and not the work of some devious students. I'm freaking out though, especially since my grades are due today. Ugh.

waiting for the other shoe to drop...

Yesterday was such a great day: Not one, but TWO conference acceptances, Gilmore Girls and Veronica Mars finales, and a 14-3 Red Sox victory over the Yankees in the Bronx. Being the pessimist that I am, this must mean that something is going to go wrong in the next day or so, but I really hope not.

There's a ton of grading to do today, but then I am FREE of my spring semester class. I guess that's another one to place into the "plus" column.

Sure, it will all crash and burn, but right now I'm enjoying the ride.

heart left there and all that jazz

foggy golden gate, originally uploaded by heathalouise.

We returned yesterday from a FABULOUS trip to the Bay Area for the wedding of one of my oldest friends. She's one of the core group of 3-5 people I'm still in touch with from the Massachusetts days, and we've known each other since 5th grade.

Not only did we get to experience a fun, relaxed beachside wedding as well as a rehearsal dinner next to an alpaca farm, we also got to explore a little bit of SF and the area.

Mike and I went to a tasting at Bonny Doon, and we stocked up on 10 bottles of various vintages. We even got a bottle of my beloved Big House Red for $5!

Our other touristy fun was a trip to Alcatraz. It was really amazing and interesting. We went on the hospital tour and got to step in the psychiatric ward room where Al Capone stayed for a bit. It was a very interesting piece of 20th Century history. I was fascinated by the design of the place.

Meanwhile, I'm in a good mood because I just got accepted into another big national conference. Everything's coming up Milhouse!

bad idea #345

OK, I've shared this with several people via e-mail, but it's just so ridiculous I feel the need to post. Ladies and gentlemen, the creepiest toy commercial ever....The Oozinator!

Be sure to check out the product reviews from Amazon.

[Via the always entertaining Consumerist]