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Today, friends, something extraordinarily odd happened to me. I actually recognized that David Archuleta might be a sexual being of some sort. While there was a period when I was mildly intrigued with the Cook/Archuleta fandom, I couldn't stick with it because my belief that he is always going to be 12 and asexual was deeply rooted. But then I watched this video. I'm still conflicted about this.

In other YouTube news: Daft Punk, predicting Avatar, yes?

Last weekend I managed to cram what felt like an entire week into three days, despite being unconcious for a large part of it. I went and saw A Single Man, which was gorgeous in every sense of the word. That kid from About A Boy certainly has, uh, grown up. Then, for really no reason at all, I went out with a friend and got insanely drunk, thus necessitating that the entire next day be spent asleep.

Speaking of drunken evenings, Friday night I was reintroduced to a guy I had previously met at our infamous New Year's Eve fiasco. His first words to me: "Oh yeah, I remember you--you've got a great singing voice!" Which is a lovely compliment. Too bad I have no recollection of singing at all. Yeesh.

I finished Misfits, and it was indeed glorious. A taste, to hopefully get some of you intrigued:



Ah, Nathan. Another lanky Irish boy to fixate on. :)


EDIT: Holy god, there's apparently a Merlin/Misfits/Torchwood crossover fic already in this world. I can't judge the Jack characterization, but I'm digging the author's Nathan a lot.

EDITx2: I should let you know that everything about that fic is a pretty big spoiler for the Misfits series (like, even the title).

I'm not really in the Iron Man fandom (super overwhelming when you factor in the knowledge from the comics), but I stumbled across this fic via friend's friends, and loveloveloved it, so I rec it here. I'm a sucker for a good jealousy story.

for today or the rest of my life. A snippet:

"What are you doing Saturday?"

"Going to the beach with the man I'm dating."

Tony's still tooling around under the hood, but raises his voice a little louder and enunciates more clearly.

"I think we should schedule that interview the New York Times has been asking for for Saturday."

Pepper exhales her mounting frustration. She never expected him to take this well.

"Unfortunately Saturday will be a bad day for you because you've committed to an empty schedule."

Tony climbs out from under the hood and shoots her a penetrating stare.

"What do you need a boyfriend for?"

In other news, I will soon begin an actual, legit, seriously-real-no-I-mean-it exercise program. Just to let you guys know in advance, since I'm sure there will be at least a couple bitchy entries about how I should have never taken it on, etc. etc.

In other, other news: in case there was any doubt about my unending film geekery, allow me to showcase my current item of lust. Ughhh, I want it so badly. Logic says I should just wait for my upcoming birthday, but that's a whole MONTH from now! A month I could spend reading about Caligari and Fritz Lang! /whinewhinewhine

Okay, enough FOB emo. (Though Pete seems determined to let everyone know that NO ONE IS SADDER THAN HE IS, EVER.)

This post is about happy things on a sad occasion. February 3, 1959--Plane crashes outside Clear Lake, IA. In it are The Big Bopper, Richie Valens, and this kid:


But seriously, I'm always bizarrely happy on this date--and such is this post! I like this anniversary because it's the day every year that everyone remembers Buddy Holly and his profound awesomeness.

It seems extraordinary that Buddy is vaguely forgotten in the oldie canon, when his influence is so wide-ranging and significant. Bob Dylan! Bruce Springsteen! Come on!

Anyway, a couple of my favorite songs for your enjoyment:

•Rave On

•Maybe Baby

•Everyday

•You're So Square (Baby, I Don't Care). LOVElovelove this one, despite its relative unknown state.

One of my proudest moments of youth was in 6th grade. We were allowed to listen to CDs during our free work time, and my enthusiasm had so rubbed off on my classmates that they requested my Greatest Hits collection of their own free will. Stupid, I know, but it's stuck with me. :)

Yeah, I cried a little.

And I know the (semi? psuedo?) split was predictable, unsurprising, whatever. But it still hurt to read about it for real. Maybe because even the mention of a new Fall Out Boy a couple of years down the line seems insanely far away--I myself have changed so much year to year that I can hardly imagine what my life will be like if/when the band starts working again. Last night I went through this journal from the very beginning, and I couldn't believe how many things I had completely forgotten about and moved on from.

I am so, so excited for Patrick's solo work. But before I can devote myself entirely to waiting for him to emerge by himself, this entry is for Fall Out Boy.

A primer I did on FOB, and its second part.

A general band picspam.

Patrick-lovin', parts one, two, and three.

Personally, the most significant: the interview I did with Joe a few years back.

And, because I'm proud of these, my ( Fall Out Boy concert pics, and a few videos. )

So, feel free to chat with me in the comments about the band--I'd love to hear your thoughts/experiences/favorite songs/favorite moments of Pete Wentz ridiculousness/anything.

JASON DERULOOOOOOOO.

That song has been stuck in my head for a solid week. Oh well, there could definitely be worse ways to wake up.

This morning I am somehow operating on about three hours sleep and a hefty dose of coffee. You know how you can already be looking forward to a nap later in the day, even when you're not currently tired? Yeahhh...post-afternoon shift, I'm looking at you, baby.

Speaking of work, though I was partially kept awake last night by the ill-advised hot chocolate, I also spent a hefty amount of time flipping shit over my future. So today, while I prepare to go in and work my lame retail job, I'm also reworking my resume/cover letter in the hopes that I may be able to continue living in my current apartment for several more months.

Grammys! I was happy to see several of my beloveds walk away with awards (as well as being happy to see Billie Joe Armstrong maintaining his practice of stuffing 500 pounds of adorable into an 80-pound frame), but the show overall was pretty meh? I went in expecting a big Taylor Swift sweep, and so I wasn't too disappointed, but it would have been AWESOME to get Gaga up there for a win outside of the "Dance/Electronic" category. How much of a hilarious trainwreck was the Ke$ha/Justin Bieber moment? You know things are fleeting when the Grammy voiceover guy makes you do your OWN introduction.

But yeah. Basically the only thing I actually cared about (aside from wanting Green Day to slowly make their way through every award possible--next stop, a Newbury Medal!) happened before the show was even broadcast:


YAY. I love those adorable French boys.

Finally, for now I leave you with this Q&A with Bill Waterson. UGH, stop making SENSE when you discuss walking away from Calvin & Hobbes, aka one of the formative artforms in my life.

Mainly for martydressler, though anyone who appreciates hot ladies can enjoy as well:



Phew. Get it, Christina Hendricks.

I woke up today to find this inexplicable tribute to the University of Iowa on my Facebook feed:



Uh? If anyone has any insight as to the potential significance of the Hawkeyes in Korean culture, I'd be fascinated to hear about it. Otherwise...that song is really catchy, and I kind of want to find out what happens after the very end of this video.

Color me thrilled about the solo Stump effort! I was a bit worried at first that Patrick's hiatus activities would be restrained to the producing/guest vocal sort of thing. So excited to see what the man alone sounds like!

And, uh, yeah. Given his history of being amazing at everything else, I don't know why I'm even surprised at his ability to return to his jailbait days in his mid-20s. But, seriously.
( Damn. )

Last night I watched Death At A Funeral, which was amazing. Tons of people in that movie--Colin Frissell from Love Actually! Wash from Firefly! Mr. Darcy, without his Darcy-hair! My most intense crush, Peter Dinklage!

Afterward, I went and checked out the trailer for the remake, and became confused. Written by Chris Rock, but maintaining giant portions of the original dialogue? Directed by Neal LaBute for no discernable reason? Hmm.

All right, enough stalling:

( Day 27 → This month, in great detail )
And finally, this is my current desktop photo:


Aww. (I need all the HIMYM-inspired fic with Colin's yellow umbrella proving him The Mother ASAP.)

Patrick Stump. Current Patrick Stump, not baby!Patrick. Just...what? I swear to God, he didn't even look that young in the Grand Theft Autumn video.

(picture courtesy of icecreamhdaches, as much things are)

Ugh, go away, horrible ad that LJ makes me sit through to get to my entries.

Anyway!

This post is just a quick one, begging off the epic 30 day meme for a bit, as one of my former roommates is coming for a visit! Yay! If nothing else, having company is always a motivation to make my apartment look completely different than when I live here alone--aka, clean.

One of my favorite bands is coming here in March, in other amazing news. If you haven't heard of Tally Hall, they come HIGHLY recommended by me, not that this means anything. And hey, even if you don't like the original stuff, they can also offer this awesome cover of Biz Markie.

Finally, yesterday night I dreamed about a boy who either was or looked extremely like Colin Morgan. For some reason, our adorable flirtation took place on a train. And then I awoke to reality feeling sad. Sighsigh.

Oh my God, the new Taylor Swift song. Oh my God. I don't even know what to say about it.

It's like 5 other Taylor Swift songs put in a blender. Yeesh.

I am 3 days behind on this meme thing, but I cannot bring myself to go "into great detail" on all this stuff in one entry.

( Day 26 → Your week, in great detail )

Yep. That's the week in review. Not gonna lie, it was really hard for me to recall stuff in the earlier part of the week, so I don't know what that's going to mean for the upcoming write-up of the whole MONTH.

Golden Globes: always an amazing show because everyone there is wasted. (See also: Joseph Gordon-Levitt's face the entire evening, which was a joy to behold.) The production seemed incredibly half-assed, though--all the wobbly camerawork and poor lighting? Yeesh. Lots of people got robbed (Jane Lynch, Tarantino), but the Scorcese tribute made the evening a win for me. And Robert Downey, Jr!! I love awesome celebrities who love their spouses!

Also, this happened!



AW, Spencer and Diana Reid! PRECIOUS. And holy shit, how awesome is her dress?! (But really, Matthew needs to do something about his hair, he's edging into weird homeless territory here.)

Day 25 → Your day, in great detail

6:47 am--My alarm goes off (far earlier than normal). I stagger around, make coffee, take my meds, log on to the internet. Spend the next twenty minutes checking my e-mail, Facebook, Twitter, and ONTD.
7:20--ONTD gives me this post, wherein VickyT and Matthew Gray Gubler hang out doing something. Through my haze of all-consuming and instantaneous jealousy, I can see that even from an objective point of view that her dress is a very poor choice.
7:50--I stumble across a pretty adorable Merlin/Morgana fan video on YouTube utilizing "Uptown Girl." I go on a Billy Joel downloading spree.
8--I am beginning to feel conflicted about the job interview that is scheduled at 10 this morning. Going on my vague remembrance that it was something at an insurance company, I look up the address. There are three insurance companies in the same building.
8:02--I create a Facebook event for my and my best friend's Valentine Party. Looking for picture, writing up a hilarious description, etc.
8:15--I ultimately make the choice to skip the interview, which is irresponsible and rude.
8:17--However, I cannot bring myself to feel incredibly guilty about it, because 1) I have no shot at all at being what the company could need, given that I have no knowledge or desire to learn about insurance, 2) I would have to look like a moron walking around all the various companies out there and asking which one wanted to interview me, and 3) Getting there and back would cost me at least $60 in cab fare.
8:20--I resolve to spend the hours I would have spent interviewing and whatnot doing heavy-duty applying to other jobs that I have a sliver of interest in.
8:35--I make breakfast burritos for breakfast. They are delicious.
9:00--General twiddling around on the internet. This includes re-watching the musical number from How I Met Your Mother, reading a couple fanfics, scrolling through The AV Club, and so forth.
10 through noon--Application time. Everything from teacher's assistant to a form that wants to know if I'd be interested in the dressing of a wound.
Noon--Shower, hair, clothes, makeup.
1 pm--I begin walking towards the mall that's down the road from me a bit. I have a gift card to an ridiculously upscale store and intend on blowing all of it today.
1:10--Quick detour into the park nearby, to see if the pond has thawed enough for a rock to punch a hole in the surface. (It hasn't.)
2:10--Arrival at the mall. Walk around the men's undergarment section in Dillard's feeling awkward, but I end up finding a three-pack of white v-necks and buying them.
2:25--I walk into the terrifying store. Amazingly, there are sizes below 00 (which they do offer), so I can try stuff on. Even more amazingly, one of the dresses actually fits, and has been marked down from $188 to $50, thank god. Add on some ridiculously blingtastic earrings, and this successfully wipes out the gift card.
3:50--Cab it home. There is a package in my mailbox from a Jewish Publishing Company. I know this because they identify themselves as such on the outside label. Inside is a book titled "Do I Wear My Nose Ring To The Interview?", a finding-a-job manual from my aunt.
4:15 through 5:30--I work on decorating one of the t-shirts. Tedious, but fun to work on when there's nothing but Friends repeats on.
5:31--Having woken up earlier than usual, I decide it's time for a nap.
7:30--Awake. Upon returning to my e-mail, a chat window pops up from a friend reading, "I am in a room with Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg." He is apparently at an HBO press conference, chatting with me when he should be transcribing all the obviously-insightful things Steven and Tom are talking about.
7:45--I scroll through Fandom!Secrets and am unimpressed by today's haul.
7:48--I locate a recipe for gravy online, to add to the biscuits I will be making.
8:05--I start typing up this fine entry for you folks. :)

The rest of the night, post-biscuits, will be pretty much stationed at the computer, looking for random items to amuse me, or to watch irritating people on my Twitterfeed say pretentious things. Also to watch the people on my flist say much more interesting and funny things. /relentless pandering. :D

I rewatched the "'03 Bonnie and Clyde" video today. In retrospect, the fact that apparently this is when rumors about their relationship started in full force is completely unsurprising. The chemistry in the vid is pretty smokin', not gonna lie.

Ugh, I am dreading this bullshit interview tomorrow. My feelings on employment go back and forth--obviously, I want, and more importantly, NEED money to continue my life here. But on the other hand, I don't really want to reach the point where my job is completely soul-crushing, because why earning money if my life is just kept at an unhappy level?

I wanted to take time off between college and grad school because I was extremely burnt out on journalism, and felt like immediately continuing into some sort of writing-related grad program would only make things worse. I wanted to spend time working in jobs that were removed from the media world. And I know that being all snooty about my non-writing jobs is stupid (I refuse to cave on my anti-food service position, though), but I was really wanting to find some sort of occupation that would be enjoyable and interesting--something that could teach me new things and find new stuff out within myself. And there have been some applications I've sent in that I felt excited about--but I never hear back, and thus my days are spent filling out a billion office assistant applications.

Meh.

Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy

I'm going to continue the pimping that I've been doing for almost two months--if you're a fan of humor, you really really need to start enjoying 27b/6. The varying essays, anecdotes and quotes found there make my world a better place. If nothing else, absolutely read "Party in Apartment 3."

And a bonus fancy-tickling thing:



Wow. Stellar tie-in campaign, Sherlock. I tore the print version of this ad out of my Entertainment Weekly and stuck it on the fridge to enjoy the ridiculousness far into the future. There's also one where Holmes and Watson put their stamp of approval on 7-11's taquitos. Yeah, I don't know.

Currently enjoying the new Motion City Soundtrack release (that, uh, legally comes out sometime in the future, cough). Man, Commit This To Memory provided the soundtrack for a lot of the most awesome moments to date--I always seem to forget this until I listen to the record again.

Some other stuff I've been listening to lately:

• "Written In Reverse"--Spoon
• "21 Guns"--Green Day and the "American Idiot" cast. I actually like this much more than I thought I would. It has kind of a Glee vibe to it.
• "Paper Gangsta"--Lady Gaga
• "California English"--Vampire Weekend
• "Drop It Like It's Hot (Official Remix)"--Snoop Dogg, Jay-Z, Pharrell
• "Naturally"--Selena Gomez and the Scene. What? Shut up, that shit is catchy.

Tonight I'm going to give a read-through to a friend's screenplay. I really hope that things turn out all right, because I haven't really been into his other stuff at all. Fingers crossed that I have a majority of glowing things to say.

Day 23 → A YouTube video


The "Arrival Of A Train" video is generally cited as the first film ever, or what have you, but the shots at the beginning of this are actually even earlier. The very notion of capturing motion in real-time (or closely to) was so incredible that footage of people simply walking around was astonishing. I always like watching these and trying to think about what that would be like. Not to mention wondering how women went to work in a factory wearing such elaborate hats.

Ugh. I definitely just got a job interview all set up for later on in the week, and then realized that I have no fucking clue what business its for. I'll have to, uh, research that a bit.

A friend of mine is writing an article, and texted me today to say that she had 40 minutes of Pete Wentz interview to sift through today. Hers is a tough life.

Day 22 → A website

The one and only Kermit Bale post. If you don't know what that means, then trust me, you need to click the link.

Thanks to my mother, I have now heard this song:

Which is in fact by the "Jaron" half of "Evan and Jaron," as in:


Oh, Dawson's Creek. Perhaps the first TV tie-in books I read? A tradition that carried on throughout The X-Files, I'm ashamed to say. It's a sad thing when you realize that your earliest OTPs were in fact terrible--aka, my utter and unended hatred for Pacey/Joey at the time, and eventual realization that Dawson was a giant tool.

Day 21 → A recipe

( Ooh, this is exciting. Meatballs, anyone? )

It should be noted that since the recipe does in fact originate from a church cookbook, the result from these amounts is enough to feed a church congregation. So feel free to adjust as necessary--or do as I do, which is cook them all and save the leftovers, which will provide for about the next 5 meals thereafter. Yum.

Today, Logan Bruno responded to a tweet of mine. For the sad few among you who are unfamiliar, here he is:


The one boy babysitter that was was allowed in the BSC (sort of..."associate member" or some such bullshit?), obviously dreamy to the max as evidenced in this cover. But yeah, I mentioned that this book was my introduction into literary romance (which it was), and the man himself replied that "southern boys know how to do romance right!"

So that was an awesome thing that happened today.

Day 20 → A hobby of yours

Well, I like baking, but since I've had to downgrade from my parents' well-stocked kitchen to my humble abode, that's had to be dialed back.

My main obsession is spending hours on end at Wikipedia. TVTropes is awesome for fannish things, but I could spend days reading random historical entries at Wiki.

Closing note for this post: yesterday my grocery store was having a giant sale on those 12 pack box-things of soda. I wasn't going to encourage my caffeine habit, and then I saw the Grape Crush. BEST DECISION EVER.

OMG I SAW LADY GAGA LAST NIGHT. UGHHH IT WAS SO FANTASTIC. I really had no idea what to expect from the whole "electronic opera," overly-theatrical themes, but in the end it didn't matter, because everything was just so. Fucking. Cool. Basically, there were a bunch of little art-major films (I kid because I love, art filmmakers) interspliced into the show, but the real purpose was to give Gaga a little time to move from one fantastic outfit to the next. I'm still in awe of how quickly her makeup changed, though.

I apparently managed to absorb both Gaga records without realizing it, because she played every song off The Fame Monster and all but three off the first record, and I knew every single one. But really, the most fun part about the whole thing was the general atmosphere of the place--there were tons of costumes, including one girl who managed to pull off this look, which seems nothing short of incredible. It basically a gigantic theater-sized dance party, spread out over five layers of balcony. (You could actually feel the mezzanine rocking with all the dancing, which was scary but also amazing.)

Therefore, this is my rando meme entry of yesterday:
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy

And, due to both work and a parental visit today (uhhh, better do the dishes, I guess), I'll be proactive and do today's post early.

Day 19 → A talent of yours

Hmm. I'm trying to think of one that isn't fairly common--I play a couple of instruments, but that's boring. I guess off the top of my head I would go with the fact that I throw really good parties. About 80% of the parties I attended in college were my own, and they all had fairly kickass themes, if I do say so myself. (Plus, I was able to threaten enough people that they all went along with the theme, which can be an issue.) It's really fun for me to just sit around and think of stuff that deserves its own bash, think of any possible costume I could pull off, and so on and so forth. So yeah.

(For the record, other stuff I considered mentioning: I can hold my rum really well, I can embroider, I'm able to attend a shitton of concerts without somehow going broke. None sounded particularly interesting.)

Anyway, have a good day today, flist!

Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)

HA. As it happens, I can double up on this one.

The literal prompt:



Sketch for Caligari by Hermann Warm. This is kind of cheating, because Warm wasn't an artist in the usual sense--he was a designer, and as the name indicates, this is just a draft for what would become the look of The Cabinet Of Dr. Caligari. It's one of my favorite films

Secondarily, this happened:



Which is indeed a comic that came from a random musing I posted on Twitter a while back. Uh, I guess someone submitted to the official Charm City Cakes page? They liked it, it seems. Does this relieve the oddity of having the actual Geof check out my love? Sort of.

At any rate, that's my twitter name, I'd be happy to add any of you to the follow list. :)