After being EARLY to work every day for three weeks (a huge, huge accomplishment for me) today I slept through my alarm and woke up THREE HOURS LATER WTF

Caving to peer pressure once again:

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Product 19 is my favorite cereal name because this is how i imagine they named it:

Cereal Scientist 1: Okay, so I think this cereal is ready to go, all we need is a name.
Cereal Scientist 2: Hmmm, a name. Okay, how about Frosted Flakes?
CS1: Already exists. Also, we don't have any frosting on these flakes.
CS2: Okay, hmm, let's see. Cheerios?
CS1: That one already exists too.
CS2: It's kind of crunchy right, how about Captain Crunch!
CS1: Yeah, no, that one's taken too.
CS2: Mini-wheats? Corn Pops? Cocoa Crispies?
CS1: Dude, seriously, have you EVER looked at any of our other products? These are all names of cereal that already exist man, what the fuck is wrong with you, you need to spend more time out of the lab! We have like, 18 cereals already and all you're doing is giving me names of ones that we already have.
CS2: 18 cereals huh? That's a lot. So this is the 19th cereal we've made and we can't use any of the names we've used before, am I getting this right?
CS1: Yes! Jesus Christ! You make a delicious cereal but you are so fucking dense sometimes. Let's just call this fucking cereal Product 19 and be done with it goddamnit. The marketing department can think of some snappy reason for the name and cover up the fact that there's only so many names for cereals that cereal scientists like you and I can think of.

~~FIN~~



At least that's how I like to think it happened.

We finally saw Transformers on Tuesday. Verdict: first hour or so, awesome and funny, but ultimately too long and gratuitous, although we did enjoy pointing out/recognizing the different buildings downtown that got destroyed.

It was funny actually, on Tuesday we were both in kinda funky moods, depressed and annoyed with each other and all of a sudden M is like, "Want to go see Harry Potter? It starts at 7:25." It was like, 7:16, but it was cool 'cause it was at the discount 1.5 run theater (it's not quite a second run theater, but tickets are $6 and it gets everything just a tiny bit later and they have very minimal staffing) and it's a 5 min drive from our house.

So we went to see Harry Potter, which we both enjoyed, then it was over at 9:45 and Transformers was starting at 10:05 so why not stay (even though it was a work night omg we are cray-zay!!!)? We played the Simpsons arcade game for like a minute but it was all jacked up because you couldn't play Marge at all and the joystick for Lisa was broken so you couldn't make her move up. Then we went into the theater where Transformers was playing. It was 10:10 and all the lights were on, no one was in the projection booth and nothing was happening onscreen so we went and found an employee to start the movie for us. It was us and one other couple so I felt no need to reign in my loud comments, laughter, and derision (my theater etiquette is definitely um, lacking, M shushes me all the time and I'm like, "What?!").

At the end of the movie as we walked out both us and the other couple were laughing hysterically like, can you believe this? Can you fucking believe this? So much more than meets the eye. Shia LaBeuf or whatevs was hilarious though.

On the ride home we were talking about all the unnecessary stuff that brought what could have been a really fun joyride of a movie down to like, a rather entertaining but ultimately kind of meh experience. M wondered why Jazz had to actually die for, apparently, no reason, and I was like, um, hello, because he was obviously the 'black' Transformer and the black guy always has to die first, duh!

And then M cursed Michael Bay to hell and I went to sleep 'cause it was 1am and I am an old lady.

...that didn't come out of your butt?

Our toilet had been varying degrees of fucked up for about two weeks*, and no amount of plunging seemed to be completely doing the trick. We tried Red Devil (which, we discovered too late, no longer had lye, what the fuck, why would I want Red Devil without the fucking horrifically corrosive ingredient that actually makes it work?) to no avail. The toilet would sometimes kind of flush, and sometimes the water wouldn't go down at all. We even resorted to driving to the grocery store to poo once or twice.

Last week we went to home depot and bought a snake, and M had been using it every other day or so trying to unclog the fucking thing, with very little success. Last night he was giving it another go, and I heard him making frustrated noises and asked what was wrong. "Apparently a toilet CAN eat a snake." The fucking thing was stuck on something deep within the plumbing. After some heaving M took a break from fighting with it, only to return with renewed vigor a few hours later. I watched from the hallway, as he seemed to make a little headway getting the damn thing unstuck. He pushed and pulled and manuevered and was finally able to pull the entire length of the snake out.

And what had the snake grabbed onto, what had been plugging the john?
( A fucking stick of deodorant. )

*This all happened about a month ago, but I have been neglecting this poor LJ so badly I thought I'd do a little c&p-ing and throw it a bone

I got up at 5:30, yes, IN THE MORNING, today and yesterday. Wasn't too hard to get up because crazy anxiety/nightmarey dreams started waking me up around 4:30 both days.

It's nice to be out on the streets in LA at 6:30am, it's so empty.

This weekend I'm going to a baseball game (what?). In the OC (what, what?). Yeah.

As we're watching TV last night that Audrey Hepburn AC/DC Gap commercials comes on.
Me: "Ugh, I hate this stupid commercial." *mute*
M (narrating the commercial while it's muted): "I like to dance! I have no ass! I have no boobs! The Skinny Black Pant: for women with no boobs and no ass."
Me: "I LOVE YOU!"

My boyfriend is the best.
Tomorrow is our 6 year anniversary!

This movie, American Hardcore, looks amazing.

M and I are going to a Dodgers game tomorrow.
Srsly.



The tickets were free.

Mixes are out to cashbox, _perfectionist_, recommendation. Rock. Tracklist is cut so as not to ruin the surprise for those who may not want it ruined. Covers are all magazine cut outs and all different so I won't be posting those.

( Peeky Peek )

If anyone else wants to trade something (doesn't have to be a cd) for this mix let me know. Snail-mail is fun!

I'm in the mood for mail, anyone want to do a mixed cd exchange? Comment with your email, pretty please with sugar on top.

I'm back from 5 days in New York with family. Let me sum it up:
Food
Jews
Eating
Getting Lost

That was my vacation in a nut shell.

Anything exciting/lulzworthy that I may have missed on my friend's page?

Anyone wanna go to Tuesday Hellcat Records Nights at the Echo?
Tonight looks like the best one [read: the only one with bands I already know of] but I don't think I want to go out to the Eastside tonight. Would anyone want to go to one later this month?

Tonight we bought some french fries and chicken on the way home. They each came in their own shiny styrofoam container, like this:



We weren't really hungry when we got home so I put the food in the oven with the heat off figuring they would stay warm longer in there then they would on the cold kitchen counter. But by the time we were ready to eat they were pretty cool, so I thought, what harm could turning the oven to warm for five or ten minutes do?
The answer to that questin is 'quite a bit'.




Moral of the story: Do not heat styrofoam in the oven even if it is just on warm for five or ten minutes. If you do, you will end up with possibly carcinogenic food, a whole lot of deformed styrofoam and even more 'Good lord, why do I love such a ridiculous woman' looks from your boyfriend.

We had a late night/morning on Sunday since I had the day off for Prez's day, so yesterday we got up really late and stayed in bed and played this Dungeons & Dragons game (SHUT UP I KNOW I'M A DORK IT'S A FUN GAME OKAY) on the XBox. Then we watched a documentary about the prostitutes of Honolulu in this one part of town where they are all pre- or post-op trannies.
I can only assume that this combo is the reason that I dreamed a really long, elaborate dream about fighting evil creatures in a dark labyrinthine dungeon as the sidekick of a flamboyant tranny monster-killer. It was awesome.

Tonight some friends and I are doing a semi-low key (post)bachelorette outing type thing for our pal who is now a Mrs. We're doing dinner and some bar-hopping, but since I am the type of person who chooses bars based on whether or not I can smoke inside them, I'm having to look a little outside my usual haunts for good places to go.

We definitely want to stay Westside-ish, and we want to be able to walk between a few different bars and not spend a gazillion dollars. I'm thinking either Abbot-Kinney or 3rd St. Anyone have any suggestions for other areas or for specific bars that would meet the requirements?

OH HOLY CRAP! We Are Scientists has a profile page on mtv.com.

I've recently developed this terrible fear of parking and driving. It's putting a fucking damper on my social life. If I drive alone somewhere I'm not super familiar with where I have to scout for street parking I get so nervous and indecisive that it takes twice or three times as long as it should for me to park, I drive by open spaces but get too anxious to try to park in them, paranoid suspicions that the spots are open only because they are too small, or because they are actually not valid spots - is that curb painted red and it's just too dark to tell under the streetlights? My mind starts concocting things - perhaps this is actually permit parking, maybe it's a loading zone, maybe I'll be parking too far away from wherever I'm going and will get raped, mugged, kidnapped, blah blah on my way. After 20 minutes of circling the block I start considering turning around and going home, telling whoever I was supposed to meet that I'm feeling ill. I know it's ridiculous, but the first thought I have when considering attending an event is 'Where am I going to park?' and not in a curious way, but in a my-heart-is-beating-faster-and-my-palms-are-sweaty kind of way. I've started concocting excuses because I don't want to drive in areas I'm not familiar with, I don't want to park and I don't want to drive back, which is stupid stupid stupid, and I regret missing the chance to do this or that as soon as the time for it arrives and I am instead sitting on my ass at home, dodging the bullet of parallel parking.

Tell me some of your insistent irrational fears and how you get around them, I need to get out of this rut.