So, out of (bored) interest, I thought I’d check out who else tags their posts with ’squish.’ In MY world, squish is a word describing the general melty and happy feeling, usually (but not limited to ) dealing with love and relationships.
So I ended up here. (nothing NSFW)
I guess I forgot that squish actually means something to other people. And by people, I mean foot fetishists.
Sigh.
Dear Canada Dry Green Tea Ginger Ale,
Photo by Pepsipimp here. Excellent work.
You are the best soda I’ve had in years. You completely knock all those overly sweet brown messes off the shelf. You are light and effervescent, with a good flavor of both ginger and green tea, two tastes that I adore. I can imagine so many hot afternoons in each other’s company. I’ll try and ignore the fact that you have the same amount of sugar and calories as regular sodas, because YOU ARE SPECIAL AND WE ARE IN LOVE.
I bought you for the party this weekend, and all 12 of you are gone. I am sad.
<3,
Mace
Someone recently asked a very important question: Is there a cake out there for everyone?
I have not yet found the perfect cake, sadly. (Though this one is pretty awesome.) I have, however, found the perfect cake plate.
Cake plate, found on http://uptoyoutoronto.com
Yes, folks, those are demarkations for different slice sizes. I am in love.
From the site:
With this plate the concept of measurement is explored in a way to create a connection between the person and the object. For instance, when cutting cake or cheese, nobody will complain about having the smallest slice.
Damn you Canada. How can my boyfriend and I keep making jokes at your boringness when you create such a wonderful product?!?
Thank you, Serious Eats, for finding such a wonderful thing. I love the internet.
(this line creeps me out more than a little)
I heard Tonight, Tonight in my car on the way to work this morning, and remembered that this is the song that started it all. The song that started my best friend and I on a non-stop journey of comparisons between Billy Corgan and Eric Cartman. Seriously, listen. They’re near interchangeable.
Wait, no I don’t. Everyone knows I’m a giant powderpuff.
I spent my lunch at work today reading over SFgate’s coverage of the marriage deluge today. I have to admit, I was on the verge of happy tears the entire time. This pleases me so much.
As Tina often says, “Everyone should have the right to be miserable.”
I wake up each morning to the radio, as beeping sounds first thing in the morning make me… none too pleasant to be around. I had talk radio on for awhile, but now I find that I can sleep right through that easily, so it’s music. Now, as you may know, I live near Sutro Tower. Which broadcasts KFOG*. On, like, EVERY STATION. KFOG takes over about 70% of the dial. Lucky for me, I like the station.
After hitting snooze twice this morning, a song blasted out of my tiny stereo that was enough to pull my lazy head from the pillow: One Night in Bangkok. Written by the two male members of ABBA for the musical Chess, it’s a magical four minutes of lazy rapping about how chess is superior to anything Thailand has to offer. If it doesn’t sound immediately familiar, watch the (fantastically bad) video, it’ll all come back to you, if you’re around my age. Make sure you read the lyrics, too.
So I was hoping to peruse YouTube and find tons of live versions, since I’ve never seen Chess live, and sadly, never expect to. And though there are 587 hits on the site, very few are of people singing. There seem to be a great deal of montages made to the song. But have they missed the point of the song? (Rhetorical question: they do.) This is my favorite:
Yes, that’s Hungarian.
Here’s where I get very sad: NETFLIX DOES NOT HAVE ANY VERSIONS OF CHESS.
What do I do now?
* The morning crew on Live105 recently described KFOG as “NPR with music,” which isn’t entirely true, but I find hilarious. I hope someone passed that along to people at KFOG.
aka “Things I saw online today that make me smile, and have to do with beasts”
Cow Blood Popsicles for Hot Lions! (via SFgate)
UNICORN in Italy! (also via SFgate)
I am dorkily excited about this. Can I take it home?
Kittens and Vacuums = good, for once (via BBC)
(Full story HERE.)
So I used my credit card this weekend.
However, I didn’t actually use it to buy anything, so I think the spirit of my monthly omission stands. Last Saturday I headed down to my old stomping grounds for 01SJ, which was fantastic. I have issue with the organizers, as I found both the website and the print brochure rather confusing, but once my friend and I got our bearings, we managed to find most of the things we were interested in.
My personal favorite from the festival are the exhibits in the San Jose Museum of Art. And here’s where the loophole comes in: it was free admission that weekend to anyone with a Bank of America card. They didn’t swipe it or anything, I just had to hold it up, and walk on in.
But at any rate, I would have GLADLY paid the eight dollar admission fee to see the two exhibits that tied into the festival. In fact, I’m not even going to describe them, because I want everyone to go down and see them. Lucky for you, Superlight is there until the end of August, and the ROBOTS EXHIBIT* is there until mid October. Seriously, if you can, go see them.
* I love paintings and photos of robots. In a major way. This is the best exhibit ever.**
** Okay, this is a lie. This is the second best exhibit ever, after the Art & Technology exhibit at the SFMOMA a few years ago that was way interactive and special to me.
Me: I had a great idea: throw a surprise party in a bathroom. No one would expect it.
Jesse: Excellent idea, but it’d be a small party.
Me: This is true, unless it was a very large bathroom. I was thinking of the bathrooms here at work, not in a home. You could put up a sign that said it was out of order, and then the birthday person wouldn’t go in while you decorated. Then everyone could get inside, and one person could stay out and force the birthday person to drink so much water they’d have to run. And then, when they opened the door, SURPRISE! Balloons and confetti.
Jesse: but wouldn’t everybody then have to leave (or at least politely avert their eyes and pretend not to listen) while the birthday person relieved hermself? Doesn’t that kind of stall the party right as it’s starting?
Me: Shoot. You’re right. Maybe that would just be the surprise and then everyone would head to the breakroom for cake and ice cream? My beautiful idea is rapidly failing. Now I am crying.
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