Ok blog readers new and old, I have a question for you. If I were to choose a comment of the week or a few or something is that the kind of thing that would be awesome and promote goodness and virtue and gumdrops and unicorns among all of us or would it create a Lord of the Flies type situation? Because I love all of you equally and also I love each of you more than any of the others and today I was reading comments and laughing out loud and my eyes were almost watering I was so loving the comments but I don’t want to get in there and mess up our delicate, um, community. You know how one’s digestive system is a delicate balance of bacteria (the good kind) and also whatever else is in there and if you take antibiotics or eat too much yogurt or something it can throw everything out of whack? Well I don’t want this blog to get a yeast infection or become gaseous. I don’t want to essentially rub raw eggs or salmonella infested chicken all over the cutting board of our love. You know?
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Tobey channels golden age of recording
Reader Kathy Lang on Facebook pointed out something I hadn’t noticed! See below.
This is making me want to punch my computer
You may have to click on it to be able to read it. See, this wouldn’t be annoying if I’d actually been able to download anything today but instead I tried and when the thing said it was 27% downloaded for about three hours (the whole download was only supposed to take two hours) I finally made the Sophie’s Choice decision that it was actually frozen and not just taking its sweet time so I canceled the download. Sort of like when you’ve been sitting on hold for a long time and then finally give up but worry that now you’ll have to start over. Or when you’re waiting to use a public restroom and it’s taking forever and you suddenly worry that maybe there’s no one in the bathroom and you decide you’ll just wait a little longer instead of being that psycho pounding on the door so you wait a little longer and then you realize that if there’s no one in there as you fear, you’ll never find out because eventually NOTHING will happen and that will be the indicator. That stretching yawning nothingness. Have I lost you all?
A few things
1. My computer is surrounded by a force field of inactivity which sucks me into sitting in front of it and blithely fucking around (as ever Todd, I am sorry!) and yet accomplishing very little. It’s enervating. Maybe it’s releasing carbon monoxide fumes? I will attach a detector to my forehead.
2. Um… I know there was something else I was going to say but see number 1.
3. Oh yes! I received a call today and my caller ID said “telemarketer.” It was the single best moment I’ve ever experienced with caller ID and now I’m marrying caller ID and my last name will be ID. Alison Rosen ID. And I’ll give birth to LCD read outs. I tried to take a picture but because of the flash it didn’t come out.
Yep, you can’t make it out.
Also can’t make it out in this one.
And then I noticed a striking similarity between the blurry bright greenish caller ID photos and the blurry bright greenish me photo above.
And then here’s a photo of a duckling.
4. I’m going to be on a radio show tomorrow around 11am ET. I’ll tell you the details when I’m good and ready so just step off.
5. Just kidding. Step on!
6. Dustin and I recorded what struck both of us as an insanely awesome supersized video which is like the ghost in the machine. Is that a reference to something that fucks (sorry Todd) up your machine? Because that’s what I mean. It’s the shoe that the saboteurs threw into the whatever they threw shoes into. It’s a sabot. Could I BE more pretentious right now with my fancy French references? [This just in, I went looking for a link about the origin of the word sabotage and apparently that story may be apocryphal. So, hmmmmmmmm.]
7. What I mean to say is that I can’t get the damn thing on my computer and it’s bugging the fuck (I’m not even going to say it this time) out of me. But I will persevere.
8. Except apparently not near my computer because of the aforementioned daze I’m lulled into when I get near it.
9. Sleepy. Sooooo sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy.
10. You know that scene in The Jungle Book where Mowgli is sort of hypnotized by the snake whose eyes go in circles? Am I even remembering this correctly? I’m not sure because I’m practically sleep blogging. This is like that.
11. Maybe it’s the snow?
12. I got a call today. My couch is ready to be scheduled for delivery. For those who are new to my blog, well, perhaps the old timers around here can explain the significance in the comments? I’m too lazy and tired.
13. Oh and one more thing, where are my blog followers going? The number went from 111 to 104. Is it because of the koala bear?
14. Just didn’t want to end on 13 even though I’m not superstitious except for sometimes.
My dad playing trumpet and Tobey joining in
He’s a very musical dog. Can’t say I agree with his choice of albums and MP3s (mostly slow jams) but I appreciate his passion.
I'm drunk on my own power!
check out this post.
And P.S. I totally friended him after reading it. I just hadn’t logged into the Activity Pit in awhile to check my friend requests.
Getting To Know Alison (wherein I totally humiliate myself)
I feel I’ll regret this video and yet, here it is. Enjoy!
Clips from Friday night's Red Eye
Thanks to Joe McDonald for making this video!
Look, it's another 30 Seconds On…
After staying up half the night trying in vain to import* a video and failing because I don’t have enough room on my hard drive I decided to go nuts and buy a 1TB external hard drive. This means I can store everything in the whole world on it, or so I’ve been led to believe. I’m going to start by loading puppies onto it. In other news, here is this video. I decided to leave the extraneous chatter at the beginning in here even though I suspect Dustin will think I should have edited it out because the way I see it, without it, the whole thing would just be too slick and professional seeming. We’re kind of always at constant risk of that.
*from China. Weekend at Bernie’s Three.
More photos from Red Eye last night
Here’s where I made this thoughtful face.
And then here’s where I smiled in a way that looks nothing like me to me.
And then here’s where I said I tested positive for Stockholm Syndrome but had gone on to lead a rich and rewarding life. (The truth is that I had to get a mole removed but Stockholm Syndrome was the only thing insurance would cover!)
And then here’s where I said something else.
And then something else. Not sure what but pretty sure it was brilliant.
And then here’s where I was about to say something amazing.
And then here’s where I said something that made everyone start clapping and crying.
And then here’s where I ate my upper lip.