tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49050420508634558392024-02-02T00:42:45.599-08:00laura and kate will rock your facelaura and kate both grew up in downer's grove, illinois, where they went to high school together.
now, laura lives in chicago. now, kate lives in la. sometimes they are happy. sometimes they are sad. laura and kate miss each other.
but now, they have a mission.
they give each other weekly assignments to make sense of their senseless lives, and maybe to gain some sense in the sharing. is that LAME? LAME ENOUGH TO ROCK YOUR FACE!laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-58591166490749944062010-08-07T19:52:00.000-07:002010-08-07T20:03:51.189-07:00Assignment Complete.Hello.<br /><br />Long time no blog. I checked in on this thing on a whim and saw that we had a bunch of spam comments on our posts from a foreign land. Because i can't read the banalities of what they wrote, i have decided to be flattered. Anyway I'm posting something just because I've always been a sucker for closure. And having the last word...twice!<br /><br />I am no longer in Chicago because I took a chance on taking a chance and moved to NYC. So now Kate and I are even farther apart. Kate is somewhere. Kate where are you? We'll find each other somewhere soon. Somewhere magical, but probably on the internet because plane tickets are really expensive these days. Maybe this blog will evolve into something new.<br /><br />Actually, that's a pretty good assignment. Decide what's next.<br /><br />And if any of you are really bored may i humbly direct you to my new tumblr about the trials and tribulations of a lincoln park trixie during the apocalypse. www.girlpocalypse.tumblr.com You can take the girl out of Chicago...<br /><br />Plugging away into the void,<br />Laura. August. 2010.<br />The end.laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-28454797326282554122010-02-06T23:12:00.000-08:002010-02-06T23:44:48.903-08:00cartography lessons.Rule Number One of Cartography School: Always spell check your maps before you publish them, idiot. The real name on my Map was meant to be "Quandaryville" which is the state in which i currently reside, famous for its unending perplexities and wide array of sugary snacks. Currently on rotation: Doughnuts, Banana Bread or Swedish Fish? But then again, when I really think about it, I'd prefer it to be pronouced "kwan-dree-ville" because, well, I just like how that sounds better, I mean, I think it sounds better than "kwan-duh-ree-ville," yeah, because the "duh" makes it sound like there is an OBVIOUS answer hidden in there somewhere, which--and I have looked for it--there is NOT! So maybe my lack of proofreading skills resulted in a fruitful omission after all. Should i retake the photos or leave them, then? Another Quandary. Thanks, Quandryville.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIfKwdmAMT-zIr8mpNNZXhqzqtnJaE6S_Gl1CLyIFLsU5_pn0SWTcPxCgQoa9mW1t2OpApkfi1QmikAp7c895JDnVpA0AFr4EcThaWYT8sY0L7PWF1PGFl8Sr0eADPXkYfzdszzTH8EA/s1600-h/DSCN0871.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIfKwdmAMT-zIr8mpNNZXhqzqtnJaE6S_Gl1CLyIFLsU5_pn0SWTcPxCgQoa9mW1t2OpApkfi1QmikAp7c895JDnVpA0AFr4EcThaWYT8sY0L7PWF1PGFl8Sr0eADPXkYfzdszzTH8EA/s400/DSCN0871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435396528336989122" border="0" /></a><br />(I'm not sad. I'm just on the phone. Wondering.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPUAjayIX-PgmsCusB_LDz8NdjqccBqfIqkvDSK-_5pTxZdBnZtiGfBl9YgrCncSZY1iSTWmhXzYNcil_5DjQ7_t8cYQIqlsTgViFz0SpwthCRpmvAPk0SOvMon34SiBuppwc9FhWGgVs/s1600-h/DSCN0871_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPUAjayIX-PgmsCusB_LDz8NdjqccBqfIqkvDSK-_5pTxZdBnZtiGfBl9YgrCncSZY1iSTWmhXzYNcil_5DjQ7_t8cYQIqlsTgViFz0SpwthCRpmvAPk0SOvMon34SiBuppwc9FhWGgVs/s200/DSCN0871_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435403980153916562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilU_kvCI3bhzHXV3Jzoo7MmhVjchPtQw96EHNUtAQUCbWXxiiKRHCJ8M9Yeptd_J7RYxXJerFnaz7IbT0yjqP3VEI1bZ15qj3IIOHpBb81gGStfWY5yv21lBRL9DIqK4ZhFgF8w0S_iZk/s1600-h/DSCN0864.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilU_kvCI3bhzHXV3Jzoo7MmhVjchPtQw96EHNUtAQUCbWXxiiKRHCJ8M9Yeptd_J7RYxXJerFnaz7IbT0yjqP3VEI1bZ15qj3IIOHpBb81gGStfWY5yv21lBRL9DIqK4ZhFgF8w0S_iZk/s320/DSCN0864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435396811236939442" border="0" /></a><br />Where am I?<br />Tomorrow i am going home, to visit my Mom.<br />How is She?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then I'll return to my apartment in Chicago.<br />Then, maybe, I'll come find you?laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-26698115235703442822010-01-29T14:13:00.000-08:002010-01-29T14:25:43.893-08:00assignment 35: cartography<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbq8XIpSSHUtTU34M8bj_CZPRjad1uz_jJp91o_Jal0pWp27usESJJsw9V5aDQMK4-sFUqus2xBYD_2WJ2Wx2xjyFJa5cHemP8ut6PaZsmNKxsXD_P9dw9iqCSbqSMHwIGnpfDe9nesCQ/s1600-h/cartographer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbq8XIpSSHUtTU34M8bj_CZPRjad1uz_jJp91o_Jal0pWp27usESJJsw9V5aDQMK4-sFUqus2xBYD_2WJ2Wx2xjyFJa5cHemP8ut6PaZsmNKxsXD_P9dw9iqCSbqSMHwIGnpfDe9nesCQ/s320/cartographer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432291458709948370" border="0" /></a><br />that's right, for this assignment i invoked a fourth grade vocabulary word!<br /><br />i have been thinking a lot lately about "WHERE I AM AT" that elusive, half literal, half metaphorical statement which bears down on you like a mindfuck.<br /><br />also i have been spending 30 minutes every day at the park district on an elliptical machine amongst mothers who have recently delivered their babies, and old couples in winter boots and khaki pants arguing over the stationary bikes, wondering "why am i here?"<br /><br />because maybe you don't have any reason to be here at all.<br />you adorable little nobody, you.<br />or maybe there is a less depressing answer but i just don't know what it is yet.<br /><br />enter the assignment. brush up on your cartography skills and make a map.<br />show each other where you are at.<br /><br />that's all.<br /><br />deadline: next sunday by midnight.<br />punishment: pick a random place on a map, drive there, purchase a souvenir and send it to the other person.laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-65160077390916823472010-01-24T19:20:00.000-08:002010-01-24T19:49:39.601-08:00Fort Laura<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhQQxGVNi_TzeGuwZtt_eQXMkWtA2mCuJecefVs-7AcsiOsRFlgx6drGimx_ik-pfONKbx8WZAw3o60ngsoxGske8kAzAJdqcZBpXfbzsOU5G7eeCFZqBWKn70YR1S3Zw5ycmZncH9Wk/s1600-h/DSCN0857.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhQQxGVNi_TzeGuwZtt_eQXMkWtA2mCuJecefVs-7AcsiOsRFlgx6drGimx_ik-pfONKbx8WZAw3o60ngsoxGske8kAzAJdqcZBpXfbzsOU5G7eeCFZqBWKn70YR1S3Zw5ycmZncH9Wk/s320/DSCN0857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430516226375397762" border="0" /></a><br />Kate.<br /><br />We all need shelter.<br />Always literally, sometimes metaphorically.<br />Right now, I'll take both.<br />This is my fort.<br /><br />Purpose of the fort: To HIDE. from EVERYTHING.<br /><br />Materials: 1 down filled snow man and happy reindeer blanket<br />1 plastic cylinder that I won at a white elephant filled with a yard of licorice (used as reinforcement)<br />1 Adidas sweatband<br />1 Von Maur Box top (converted into a flag)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Kl-LLKXnoYSqI9RP6pe9iRmFrzA6A65TkixLtmGWrT-eH-_Z5vrUodc5oGjtiGL7BZ-tQ6j9xE96UnI_goyH5smAEBMt42SmTJdXURdqS-w9fZ5ZcSu5Kz3ysgpjsCXkRjfpGCYAodM/s1600-h/DSCN0855.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Kl-LLKXnoYSqI9RP6pe9iRmFrzA6A65TkixLtmGWrT-eH-_Z5vrUodc5oGjtiGL7BZ-tQ6j9xE96UnI_goyH5smAEBMt42SmTJdXURdqS-w9fZ5ZcSu5Kz3ysgpjsCXkRjfpGCYAodM/s320/DSCN0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430516380936338562" border="0" /></a><br />Notice I got an award on the flag for perfect attendance.<br /><br />In the fort I may or may not be doing part time data entry, and I may or may not love it.<br /><br />And I may or may not be sad, and I may or may not have hope despite it all, and I may or may not be listening to this song from the new spoon album, which snuck up on me quietly, like good things seem to do these days.<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jx2qfyF1qnw&feature=related<br /><br />The point is you don't know what I am doing, do you, because I am hiding.<br />But when I come out from underneath there, I may be the Big Bad Wolf come to check out the scene.laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-5014895182864954772010-01-22T18:13:00.000-08:002010-01-22T18:19:18.823-08:00Fort KateYeah... this is the phone in to end all phone ins but that's because my week has changed and I have to get home tomorrow for a sad reason.<br /><br />But this blog isn't about sadness, it's about creativity. Here is my fort.<br /><br />Raw materials: Desk, sweater<br />Purpose: Hiding at work from work.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAN6S1Bb-wYTsoLoVX9smjb00Xw_TrtjnTdltFChF0jLX-4Y9EQ6wzGIUpvvOvUur0FTnJdCqLaaKhaq_xs0Iag-9nFPsBErzKxi6VNrIjXFImUJcxfwuRfd0awfxh1zdPWTLyLvyEl_U/s1600-h/Fort+Kate.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429753912691919490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAN6S1Bb-wYTsoLoVX9smjb00Xw_TrtjnTdltFChF0jLX-4Y9EQ6wzGIUpvvOvUur0FTnJdCqLaaKhaq_xs0Iag-9nFPsBErzKxi6VNrIjXFImUJcxfwuRfd0awfxh1zdPWTLyLvyEl_U/s320/Fort+Kate.jpg" /></a><br /><div> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-7457465637148169802010-01-14T22:43:00.000-08:002010-01-14T22:49:14.130-08:00Assignment 35: UGH!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Okay I'm just off to a bad blog start. In a few short hours I am supposed to be on a plane to Philadelphia for a 36 hour stay. I am not packed, this assignment is late and I have no creativity right now- I'm just trying to figure out how to get to Cherry Hill New Jersey once I land in Philly. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">That all being said, I have a teacher-like obligation to give an assignment. WE MUST BLOG!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Assignment: Build a fort. Use it for some purpose (the fort where you eat snacks?). Blog about it. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Punishment: Well the first punishment is you don't get to build a fort and forts are fun so you are not having fun. Boom. The second punishment: Don't wash your hands all day. Video tape yourself licking them at the end of said day. </span></span> </div><div><br /></div><div>Due Date: Sunday the 23rd. Midnight. </div>laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-58389390292910105102010-01-11T12:33:00.000-08:002010-01-11T12:41:55.186-08:00My first punishment...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbAr0CpKspHclEFYQas5EnzAkIF1euMbMGem-dDQSYQqKdf2fGbZdQKXT499r8JRGGkHPAzsnqJparZN-JJuOt1NY4mnCj9RdJKOxWLw7brp0utnPKzJjs0xpM3WIIooHjzfl_wcUisaw/s1600-h/garfield.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425585065001171154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbAr0CpKspHclEFYQas5EnzAkIF1euMbMGem-dDQSYQqKdf2fGbZdQKXT499r8JRGGkHPAzsnqJparZN-JJuOt1NY4mnCj9RdJKOxWLw7brp0utnPKzJjs0xpM3WIIooHjzfl_wcUisaw/s320/garfield.jpg" /></a><br /><div>.... I can't believe it. I just completely forgot to DO the assignment. Here I am, incurring my first blog punishment... for the easiest assignment ever. 2010, how I am failing in thee!!! </div><div> </div><div>Without further ado... 5 things I unabashedly love about Garfield the Cat.</div><br /><div></div><div>1. Sardonic voice. </div><br /><div>2. When I was little, I learned from him that if you wanted to pretend to brush your teeth, you just move the brush along the edge of the bathroom counter to make the noise. Rene and I tried it... parents FOOLED.</div><br /><div>3. Looks so cozy in that box he sleeps in with his blanket.</div><br /><div>4. Adorable rump.</div><br /><div>5. Suction-cup-hands-car-paraphenalia (Sp?) makes for a classy and hilarious car.</div>laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-43775959745245569892010-01-09T11:06:00.000-08:002010-01-09T11:31:24.612-08:00listyhi k8.<br /><br />to Recap:<br /><br />the assignment was to pick 5 five things i liked about being away for the new year (i went to austin to work on a show and visit my friends.)<br /><br />and 5 things i liked about being home.<br /><br />these are in no particular order.<br />because i love lists...but i hate ranking things.<br /><br />AWAY:<br />5.) Rio Rita: I don't usually get excited about things that come in glasses, but the bloody mary i had at this tiny hipster bar was one of the most delicious things i have ever tasted.<br /><br />i am posting the yelp link to a picture of the upcycled 7-up sign they use to advertise the place because i am a sucker for putting new paint over old paint.<br /><br />http://www.yelp.com/biz_photos/4Wk3yKbFBIWXyl2Xh4ounA?select=2swWdwnANYrbJjIuNBkgLg<br /><br />COMING HOME<br />5.) Cooking stew in my crock-pot (i really do love that thing!)<br /><br />AWAY<br />4.) No snow.<br /><br />COMING HOME<br />4.) Snow. But only when i don't have to drive somewhere.<br /><br />AWAY<br />3.) Working. Every. Day. And going to sleep tired from working.<br /><br />COMING HOME<br />3.) Working. But getting to eat candy or hump a chair or watch the soup on-demand whenever i feel distracted.<br /><br />AWAY<br />2.) Meeting new people like an adorable set designer and her british fiance who recreated a magic show from when he was seven years old at the new years party i was invited to. Remembering how interesting people are and that i am not a total social pariah.<br /><br />COMING HOME<br />2.) My good old friend, bed. And her sister, firm-matress. Oh yeah, and Jordan, you too.<br /><br />AWAY<br />1.) for some reason i was very clean in the kitchen.<br /><br />COMING HOME<br />1.) My dying christmas tree and the kitchen island full of lip gloss, dirty water glasses, and unread time magazines makes me laugh. FOR NOW.<br /><br />kate you are the best.<br />bye.laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-23726594515873797282010-01-02T14:23:00.000-08:002010-01-02T15:03:42.477-08:00assignment 34so kate you are in chicago right now.<br />and i am in austin.<br />soon we will be returning to our actual places of residence.<br /><br />this assignment is easy.<br />top five things that you liked about being away.<br />top five things that you like about coming home.<br /><br />deadline: sunday next week. (don't have my planner so i don't know what the exact date is.)<br />punishment: top 5 list of what you like about garfield the cat. (and none of the things can involve lasagna.)<br /><br />smooch.<br />laura.laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-61757502313383910572009-12-23T01:05:00.000-08:002009-12-23T01:33:01.161-08:00Assignment 33... phoning it inI just saw that you had posted yours Laura... didn't watch it yet, for fear that the quality of yours will make me embarrassed about mine and then when I should be packing, I'll instead re-do mine. F that.... this is a genuine PHONE-IN and I stand by it. <div><br /></div><div>Also, I really love calling someone a gaping asshole. </div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwxv8eTDBaqXlDXWP2ngLsqrKtSNV7DwBjfa3ryiJivvVsRj_KfUgNsim8pvlgiV-om9pSuDAOu8Natkf-Oeg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-74253800478191127902009-12-22T21:21:00.000-08:002009-12-22T21:39:47.767-08:00assignment 33. Vampire for Hire.Kate you are going to seriously show me up with this assignment...<br />but the good news is i got this in on time before i drove home for the holidays!<br /><br />fyi:<br />1.) i have no idea how to add sound on a separate track from a video.<br />2.) i edited this video in the car on the ride home. we live in the future, y'all!<br />3.) this is what i look like when i first get up in the morning...my apologies for the rest of your life having seen it. and yes we eat yesterdays leftovers for breakfast.<br /><br />here he is. bill from true blood. believable, and hot. fangy smooch!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzNJKKQIWqaDnb3A3mgWT5Qqlaf9GGQb6nhN78CMb4gJTohdC0_VIiZfdJsPNKPz3wnvzTybNekhEy_J6JBwg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-5055946765461883712009-12-16T17:27:00.000-08:002009-12-17T12:32:02.268-08:00Assignment 33: Jesus Died when he was the age of this assignment number<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZb4iHPc1oc30H2d9NAwonfvvmr0DZtH7l_muRSYcl2-3i62BvTmjtjsMeZ94pPzV0PZQHKaKuu7YPPyKwUvog1-wxLyHlIOgnh91JsbX3sIgtK1UQpSwBYpC7Dnd3pJmklXhMH3zPvw/s1600-h/true-blood.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416012882407181538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZb4iHPc1oc30H2d9NAwonfvvmr0DZtH7l_muRSYcl2-3i62BvTmjtjsMeZ94pPzV0PZQHKaKuu7YPPyKwUvog1-wxLyHlIOgnh91JsbX3sIgtK1UQpSwBYpC7Dnd3pJmklXhMH3zPvw/s200/true-blood.jpg" /></a><br /><div>And Jesus has very little to do with this assignment.<br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>It sounds like Laura and I have similar problems: we are both obsessed with HBO shows. Laura loves that True Blood, I am FINALLY getting around to The Wire, which has officially ruined my life. I am going to leave the company holiday party early tonight because I know that there is a Wire Netflix DVD waiting for me at home. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The Assignment: Transcribe a monologue from the show. Perform it. Any character- your own take. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Due: A week from today, Wednesday the 23rd.... midnight.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Punishment: Call the OTHER person's parent and have a conversation with them.<br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div></div>laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-41124418936768572592009-12-14T19:12:00.000-08:002009-12-14T19:29:14.390-08:00Uh OH!oh man.<br /><br />i am pissed at myself.<br /><br />because i was really excited about capturing something about the winter in the windy city--something great about all this blustery, blistery, blizzardy goodness.<br />to recap: in the past week it snowed twice. and i think with the windchill it dropped to seven below.<br />but i dropped the ball.<br /><br />because of alan ball.<br />the soundtrack to this video is the music on the title sequence to disc 3 season 1 of true blood.<br />the real reason why i neglected to finish this.<br />vampire porn.<br /><br />p.s. sorry how close i got to the camera. i was going to do this other reveal of the tv screen and make a joke about true blood and hahaha but when i realized that video does not show up on video i ditched it and hahaha congrats to you for getting to look at my face.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyeOcejhoT1GycRaqD30lMncq0KyXVGTkYS-xNdf0nKjdsDnJqtpg7QrGGUQoyeWguNLQmCkpS5XmXOUybfmg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />p.p.s my eyes are bloodshot because i am up all night thinking about recipies to put in the slow cooker and vampire porn.<br /><br />p.p.p.s. it really is that cold in my apartment. the other day, i slept in my long underwear, jeans, and BOM t-shirt so i would not be cold when i got up to go to the New Feild School Show at 6:45 am.<br /><br />p.p.p.p.s. why have you not convinced me to move to LA yet?laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-45275941418759522252009-12-13T16:57:00.000-08:002009-12-13T17:20:31.586-08:0032: WINTER IN LA LA LAND<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Document winter? HA! Winter is for fools!!!!!!!!! I live in LA... we don't HAVE winter. We have something called "Wardrobe Change".<br /><br />"Wardrobe Change" is noted by the mild cooling of weather, allowing you to wear the half of your wardrobe you don't get to wear the other 3/4 of the year. "Wardrobe Change" can also be seen when it rains in Los Angeles, which helps to justify that I have TWO pairs of rain boots for three days of rain.<br /><br />This past week was a prime example of "Wardrobe Change". Three noticeable instances:<br />[Modeled by Ellie the elephant. Setting provided by Little Christmas Tree In My Living Room. Yes, even living rooms are affected by "Wardrobe Change".]</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjH1oxeHxLrcV9r-pgFm6K3jauzAxIQaDBbVKdSuk9eMHuszk1JYCdDA7JbGuc0HnV6ncErp-Ggh1fl0Nuz9mXKQ6SE5GqAIKdgQ4NqX9KIUQ9GAtWPPrWAx2T31JNXRIPrpPLM98ZtA/s1600-h/PC140022.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjH1oxeHxLrcV9r-pgFm6K3jauzAxIQaDBbVKdSuk9eMHuszk1JYCdDA7JbGuc0HnV6ncErp-Ggh1fl0Nuz9mXKQ6SE5GqAIKdgQ4NqX9KIUQ9GAtWPPrWAx2T31JNXRIPrpPLM98ZtA/s320/PC140022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414891893879198770" /><br /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">Firstly, my pajamas have been affected. Usually I wear shorts and a tank top to bed. Post Wardrobe Change? Comfy long sleeve shirt, velour stretchy pants and calf- high slippers. All necessary, mind you. Apparently my heat doesn't work because I was supposed to have the gas company light the pilot light. GAH!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXyKr3VT-Q54BMT38JG6zYaRASY1cNzMsKmHDJ-D3GEsgDTz3D8OEoWkpHjy0KRc7eaTHFqj2pwgJzTysLfTOJcuzp9bRfpxJPrbH1Nnh4H2t_9HYVsril3Ev3g-vxWfoZybzYcIwgT2A/s1600-h/PC140027.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXyKr3VT-Q54BMT38JG6zYaRASY1cNzMsKmHDJ-D3GEsgDTz3D8OEoWkpHjy0KRc7eaTHFqj2pwgJzTysLfTOJcuzp9bRfpxJPrbH1Nnh4H2t_9HYVsril3Ev3g-vxWfoZybzYcIwgT2A/s320/PC140027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414891583115090034" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Secondly, my running attire has changed. Usually in shorts and a tank, (MAYBE even just a sports bra if it's balls hot) and a lightweight, breathable blue running hat. Post "Wardrobe Change"? I get to FINALLY wear my stretch pants, long sleeve dri-fit shirt and a heavier non-breathing hat. Those warm weather running clothes are thankful for the break... they smell from over-use.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAFQEkgUpv8c9iplX2W1aUZzHC9NrWNI_fA5TmJvueduX6-3cZT0KK7mhewznuA_YT_tWHg3CKQ9fo9NQy6SJjv07XFOwc1rgVBxALkBcGnd7Gs1hA9SST9EFZa09iK9IpxYvEFLlHU28/s1600-h/PC140030.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAFQEkgUpv8c9iplX2W1aUZzHC9NrWNI_fA5TmJvueduX6-3cZT0KK7mhewznuA_YT_tWHg3CKQ9fo9NQy6SJjv07XFOwc1rgVBxALkBcGnd7Gs1hA9SST9EFZa09iK9IpxYvEFLlHU28/s320/PC140030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414891297743209074" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">Lastly, my work clothes find themselves replaced. Typical outfit before "Wardrobe Change"? Short sleeve shirt, flats and just-above-the-knee skirt. POST "WC"? Sweater dress, wool argyle tights and YES- PINK RAIN BOOTS!!! I don't care that I look bulky... it's "Wardrobe Change", baby!!!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); ">Sanity regained. Thanks, "Wardrobe Change"- I was just about to hang myself from one of my over-worn tank tops. So glad you swooped in and changed it up!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">NOTE: Wardrobe Change is only promised until about March. At that point I must begin to wear all of my over-worns again. That is what is known as "Period of Time When I Cannot Tell Time Has Passed Because Every Day Feels the Same". I much prefer "Wardrobe Change</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">".</span></div>laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-40893105952075820802009-12-02T20:00:00.000-08:002009-12-03T10:56:02.385-08:00Assignment 32: WINTERThis assignment is being written as i watch the first snowfall of the season from my bedroom window. I know, it is 12:30 in the afternoon, but the bedroom is where the space heater is and i promise you and my mother that i have already gotten up, gotten dressed, and started doing work on my laptop.<br /><br />CATALOGUE.<br />WINTER.<br />IN.<br />YOUR.<br />TOWN.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXe99y8XDS2EdKhEsZhcOEZb3CMdvf6O_ucpvrmlspHxn0CJ1t3UgmuR79MUbwu4x3T_JA60AwBDowgWG9rmUvzerICw9jl3W3DboA4a5QlCxXM4Sj0su53aQFX0H-ceJPa77oXE_oDA/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXe99y8XDS2EdKhEsZhcOEZb3CMdvf6O_ucpvrmlspHxn0CJ1t3UgmuR79MUbwu4x3T_JA60AwBDowgWG9rmUvzerICw9jl3W3DboA4a5QlCxXM4Sj0su53aQFX0H-ceJPa77oXE_oDA/s320/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411085231413790210" /></a><br /><br /><br />However you want. Just give us a taste of your winter. the season of endings and finality. the season of togetherness and good cheer. The season of that creepy looking lady in victorian mourning.<br /><br />due: um...how about sunday of next week. midnights!<br /><br />punish: (we should start having punishments for getting the assignment posts up late,) but here goes...you have to call someone you really don't want to call. and have a conversation with them.laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-10626434389405192272009-11-29T22:00:00.000-08:002009-11-29T22:13:00.507-08:00Assignment 31: I be done finallyI work in Beverly Hills. It's a helluva town... in like a bad way.... if you have any respect for fellow mankind. Sometimes after work I will go for a run. It is dark then. THIS week, per this here blog, I ran in Beverly Hills in the daytime for the first time in the four years I've been here. I noticed a lot of things that were different in the day versus night. For example... there is a stained glass house (they should really light that up at night, no?). And there are children at the school I run by and they AREN'T all white as I had assumed. Imagine that. The one thing that doesn't change, day or night, is that the cars have no respect for pedestrians. Running in Beverly Hills is as dangerous as it comes because it is full of bad drivers. Actually, worse than bad drivers...ENTITLED drivers. I will have at least three "that fucker tried to hit me" scares per run. However, in the daylight there is one distinct difference. I present that difference to you in the style of a Japanese workout video. Try it! Please excuse the fact that I have NO business putting my lumpy ass in leotard and tights. The music is indeed one of the songs I listened to on my run. Enjoy. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6o6pbPlg9nc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6o6pbPlg9nc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-5463037818904364212009-11-20T19:02:00.000-08:002009-12-03T11:04:14.292-08:00assignment 31. 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I could try and make myself sound cool and all “Jet Set Laura” by saying: “Not sure where I’m gonna be this weekend and I don’t wanna turn it in late…” but that’s a lie.<span style=""> </span>I got inspired to write you. So I am.<span style=""> </span>Doing it.<span style=""> </span>Now.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ok.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Time: 7:45pm Central</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Location: the 24 hour Kinko’s/FedEx on Southport Avenue.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Task: To Laminate my PERSONAL CRAFT PROJECT.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">These are cut outs I am going to paste to a foam board “thermometer”*</p><p class="MsoNormal">
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<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">*“Thermometer” is in quotes because; as Jordan lovingly pointed out to me today it also looks like a giant “dick.”<span style=""> </span>Thanks Jordan. Did I mention that this particular “thermometer” is only a proto-type? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I hereby declare this a “NO JUDGERS ZONE!”**</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87vIOkTr3Sxsn-RdAODKuT6MwpIeHvEOu7GoZCz9tqJWY4bCHQpdyYofYolYASj1-nY3bMWzM4NkkuKcug8D70Yan05ewWim2eTcaKuUBMNYl2RFq7_-UhWPBMUujMKEcpyJH9W0xuYY/s1600/DSCN0788.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87vIOkTr3Sxsn-RdAODKuT6MwpIeHvEOu7GoZCz9tqJWY4bCHQpdyYofYolYASj1-nY3bMWzM4NkkuKcug8D70Yan05ewWim2eTcaKuUBMNYl2RFq7_-UhWPBMUujMKEcpyJH9W0xuYY/s200/DSCN0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406396641698902354" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">**it looks like a dick with small pox. too late!
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Also can I mention that for those who enjoy diddling with machinery that works by applying pressure and heat, the self-serve laminating machine is an ABSOLUTE JOY…totheworld.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Man I am digressy.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So here’s the moral.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Moral: walking into Kinko’s at a weird, off-hour, other people partying, kind of time reminded me of a year I have not thought about very much.<span style=""> </span>Which is weird because it was not that many years ago.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Let’s call it 2006, because that’s when it was.<span style=""> </span>In 2006 I had two-almost-full-time jobs.<span style=""> </span>Two of the most AMAZINGLY AWESOME JOBS ON THE PLANET.<span style=""> </span>But, I might have been a little stressed out as I was worrying all the time and making compulsive lists with boxes next to phrases like “get organized!” “Stop sucking!” and “no, really stop sucking so much!” Oh, and this is cute: I also found myself weeping uncontrollably on my way to the theatre, checking myself into the hospital after I threw up all night to get an IV to rehydrate me so I could show up to perform later that evening (I missed some others due to Strep Throat and was in deep shit), for the first time, I froze onstage in a rehearsal (oh, the Indignity!<span style=""> </span>Chastised and inwardly Unforgiven!) Finally, I caved and spent some of my hard earned money on therapy just because I needed someone to look me in the eye once a week and tell me I was not a bad person or CRAZY.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The good news is I also spent some Friday, and a lot more Saturday nights in 24 hr.<span style=""> </span>Kinko’s/FedEx, usually when everyone else was drunk off their asses or sleeping.<span style=""> </span>And Kate, if you are worried this missive is going to turn into a laundry list of complaints allow me to add that I was in Kinko’s on a Saturday night LEGITIMATELY ENOYING MYSELF.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Chronicle of a Past Routine: </p> <p class="MsoNormal">1.) Finish Such and Such Comedy Show plus Mandatory But Free Improv set at 1:45am.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">2.) Walk 4 city blocks in the bluster to car parked at the free spots next to the abandoned park district. Hate myself for not making better jokes.<span style=""> </span>Realize improvisational comedy is about creating characters that react idiosyncratically in certain situations and not about making jokes.<span style=""> </span>Realize funny people do not think about or describe comedy by using words like idiosyncrasy. Hate myself even more.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">3.) As cast members hang out and drink, drive to 24 hr. Kinko’s/FedEx. Remember that a.) you are a nerd b.) that no one likes you and c.) that you work for the most amazing, creative, and impassioned not-for-profit you will ever work for.<span style=""> </span>Allow your brain to detect a slight smile on your face.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">4.) Photo-copy things.<span style=""> </span>Feel like you have accomplished something successfully for the first time today.<span style=""> </span>Something that, though you just killed a bunch of “baby trees,”** was helpful.<span style=""> </span>Stack the papers neatly on the passenger seat of your car.<span style=""> </span>Feel less alone. Sigh.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">5.) Go to bed.<span style=""> </span>It’s 3:30.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So here is the second moral.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Moral Number Two: I like my life right now.<span style=""> </span>I really do.<span style=""> </span>I wish I were helping more.<span style=""> </span>Helping the world by doing good work.<span style=""> </span>Helping myself by making more money.<span style=""> </span>Helping my parents by appearing to elevate their genes with tokens of outward success.<span style=""> </span>But at least I feel like I am driving the car, or steering the luge or whatever. And next time I have two full time jobs, I will immediately find a therapist, make note of the closest 24 hr. Kinko’s/FedEx, and I will motherfucking HANDLE IT LIKE A PRO.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And for that nugget of self-satisfaction here are my (incomplete) Special Thanks:</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thanks to Kate for actually liking me now and actually liking me in high school. And for being one of the hardest working people i know...she works all the time you guys, i can never get her on the phone!
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thanks to Jordan for catching my tears in a little vial.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thanks to Levy for pantomiming catching her own tears in a little vial so I could steal that image for this blog.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thanks to Heat for being FUNNY. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thanks to Rebecca for making a brave move.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thanks to Mookie, Ambrosia, and other faceless conspirators for letting me go (I plot against you daily, and when the despair hits me the hardest it is the only thing that keeps me going. And I am GOING.)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thanks to Lacy for inspiring me to do my own personal laminated crafts projects again and (maybe) reading this.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">**”baby dicks.”</p> <!--EndFragment--> <!--EndFragment--> laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-66029652095762108472009-11-19T14:37:00.000-08:002009-11-19T15:06:09.077-08:00FUCK! Late Assignment Assigning: 31<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8h5hjlvCDmkeB_c2d0rSsyuwneZS_wsSMb5U-Fs9IQbCWI9W86apvfY-RUKN4bAlQDgvQnbxy71LU0joTiJjDzne2AbEhX_rZ5tPgP1OcfFrhLgQr7QtDQZY7676tw7zsk0FHd4P_JzI/s1600/Working+from+home.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405949886411389474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8h5hjlvCDmkeB_c2d0rSsyuwneZS_wsSMb5U-Fs9IQbCWI9W86apvfY-RUKN4bAlQDgvQnbxy71LU0joTiJjDzne2AbEhX_rZ5tPgP1OcfFrhLgQr7QtDQZY7676tw7zsk0FHd4P_JzI/s200/Working+from+home.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I think editing that video for ALL of Sunday on iMovie (yes, El, iMovie... I'm taking one to one classes with Apple so they can teach me to be less retarded with my Mac) made me forget that I owe this blog a little something called the NEXT ASSIGNMENT.</div><br /><div></div><div>Here I go:</div><div></div><br /><div>YOU MUST: Go someplace familiar to you, but go when you usually are not there. Church on a Wednesday, perhaps? Docu-blog it in any way you choose.</div><br /><div></div><div>NOTE: This assignment is coming to me from the morbid reality that 6 more of my friends lost their jobs at my company and I'm wondering what it would be like to be home on a week day... I may find out soon.</div><div></div><br /><div>DUE DATE: NEXT Sunday, the 29th by midnight (I'm accounting for us probably not wanting to blog on Thanksgiving, otherwise I'd make this a straight week).</div><div></div><br /><div>PUNISHMENT: You must video tape yourself eating a whole can of cranberry sauce in under 5 minutes. And then you must video tape yourself shitting yourself. Ain't no one s'posed to have that much cranberry.</div><br /><div></div>laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-34565712893880057632009-11-17T20:32:00.000-08:002009-11-17T20:33:23.622-08:00meep.where is my next assignment.<br /><br />oh so lost without it,<br />laura.laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-10306906535355546782009-11-15T22:14:00.000-08:002009-11-15T22:53:52.763-08:00Ahhhhh- GEEK OUTASSIGNMENT 30 , COMPLETE. I AM INDEED A GEEK. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K739gZKRI0U&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K739gZKRI0U&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div>laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-5888615754237947492009-11-13T21:26:00.000-08:002009-11-13T21:58:38.049-08:00assignment 30 complete.GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS.<br />i got to geek out in the best way ever (drool, slobber, study, slobber!)<br /><br /><br />in two weeks my friend arnie will update his podcast, stupid nerd, which will feature an interiew with me....about neon genesis evangelion. that's right. i spent my thursday night talking about the finer points of my favorite anime. AND IT WAS AWESOME.<br /><br />here is the link?<br />http://mysterycove.libsyn.com/index.php?post_category=stupidnerd<br />thank you arnie! i am still blushing!<br /><br />p.s. the podcast will probably be way too long...because i refused to shut up. just rent the series. it will be worth it, more that experiencing the 2012 apocalypse with john cusack.<br /><br />also i had a job where i got to look like an elf. and. i. legitmately. enjoyed. wearing. the. elf. ears.<br /><br /><br />is this my good side... ....or my 7th level druid night elf side?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5z4tLF1v9SVOCBBcpZHRnJFuZwE5YAgz6iMbs8J1HBPnYyflfgDDZs4BJJEXN349bIDmWsz6blwWLkybmTlkENMInHpIW71CAUl9eJ9FsTR6vm9HAe1LhvggHlG0j_9iOYKPzQmcqGJ0/s1600-h/DSCN0765.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5z4tLF1v9SVOCBBcpZHRnJFuZwE5YAgz6iMbs8J1HBPnYyflfgDDZs4BJJEXN349bIDmWsz6blwWLkybmTlkENMInHpIW71CAUl9eJ9FsTR6vm9HAe1LhvggHlG0j_9iOYKPzQmcqGJ0/s200/DSCN0765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403828534266188914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTz-1GGdGcPTSw_ZyEHghAwsH0yaDL00qRIw_rG39xcUQI8WPJu3KKAIGcTmbcjE-tcThDCq1-XMB8UBlpZrj3jzw258C8nLwKxQbs-BFjfZucHFd6Z2Iz4_R1gxPgDzTcuPRhsnrcXc/s1600-h/DSCN0767.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTz-1GGdGcPTSw_ZyEHghAwsH0yaDL00qRIw_rG39xcUQI8WPJu3KKAIGcTmbcjE-tcThDCq1-XMB8UBlpZrj3jzw258C8nLwKxQbs-BFjfZucHFd6Z2Iz4_R1gxPgDzTcuPRhsnrcXc/s200/DSCN0767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403831293870792786" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsdPmQaLa5KkdAmvit_tnsRT4Fn1V1YrA52qj9yQEropzxqkEhCZrdZ-WnLMhDoSh7GNI0b5WfZDnH7InZohX3KEOuVyriCJtqkwXm4NOdx_ifYbvPhFYv-DmroDnLCYS2uemG903uo8/s1600-h/DSCN0759.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsdPmQaLa5KkdAmvit_tnsRT4Fn1V1YrA52qj9yQEropzxqkEhCZrdZ-WnLMhDoSh7GNI0b5WfZDnH7InZohX3KEOuVyriCJtqkwXm4NOdx_ifYbvPhFYv-DmroDnLCYS2uemG903uo8/s200/DSCN0759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403832049788842722" border="0" /></a><br />i miss you world of warcraft.<br />and i just might rejoin you now that i have made more than $100.00.<br /><br />GEEK!laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-17865279224926524642009-11-06T20:13:00.000-08:002009-11-06T20:47:25.502-08:00aSSignment 30: geek out.<div class="definition">According to the urban dictionary, which, apparently, is an online dictionary of slang phrases that you or i could post a definition to and then have people vote on how good or bad our definition is...<br /><br />To GEEK OUT "means":<br /><br />1. To participate in or talk excessively about a current interest or obsession which is not part of mainstream culture.<br /><br />2. To enthusiastically share details about a current interest which is of little or no importance to your audience.<br /><br /></div> <div class="example">Ex.: She told me not to geek out about capoeira unless I had something new to say...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPNqgAa8aSVo-8SNKFCr1iux6t2BitiVw6Md28hIy7mYxhJjq7H1ITaEQxkg6VgvNlNZYDBTOus80j2Yi8en-kO-DzaQOVSVgG575rLBxLsb71aqtWUHMDnTt_OJGGnBIWXItY4yXXs-A/s1600-h/rei-ayanami.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPNqgAa8aSVo-8SNKFCr1iux6t2BitiVw6Md28hIy7mYxhJjq7H1ITaEQxkg6VgvNlNZYDBTOus80j2Yi8en-kO-DzaQOVSVgG575rLBxLsb71aqtWUHMDnTt_OJGGnBIWXItY4yXXs-A/s320/rei-ayanami.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401216678670235778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...so i talked about rei ayanami instead!<br /><br /><br />Your assignment is to geek out about something and to post an assignment about it.<br />You can chronicle how you geeked out, or geek out to us, i don't care...just take a moment and let us in to your geekdom.<br /><br />You have until next Sunday. Midnight.<br /><br />Punish: You have to talk about the finer points of Gilligan's Island to the cutest person you see at the coffee-shop where you get your morning coffee.<br /><br />P.S. just so we are all clear, as i write this it is friday night and am at home alone taking a break from trying to make that harmonic sound come out of my electric guitar. GEEEk!<br /><br />Oh, and dear reader, expect more of this....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgpQmtMgxAr_H3wGAJVGqCwu61xsFLIUS2-LR210iyDcjF5Bgy0b3vpc1d-NZAf3gnonC6xAYGeLxM3LDaGwSII8WuV4v-MTh6WtCFgDgMWj9Ur5O83S1VYQAJkB5taUax6NEzNXC4RY/s1600-h/rei-bandage.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgpQmtMgxAr_H3wGAJVGqCwu61xsFLIUS2-LR210iyDcjF5Bgy0b3vpc1d-NZAf3gnonC6xAYGeLxM3LDaGwSII8WuV4v-MTh6WtCFgDgMWj9Ur5O83S1VYQAJkB5taUax6NEzNXC4RY/s320/rei-bandage.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401217250734423410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />pant, pant!!!!!<br /><br /></div>laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-20345538725265472442009-11-04T19:01:00.000-08:002009-11-04T19:56:47.299-08:00I'm Scary!It's true.<br /><br />Also, I'm not gonna lie, I might have used this assignment to eat a bite sized snickers.<br />And that's right, i use the phrase "pubescent girl body," to describe what i really think is at the crux of the novel and to a lesser extent the film "The Exorcist."<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzQ8arEgnUYQrq5R0UrfhTL-MuCYL3LszuBdJQMxg2kJJmfuTr49zBCGi90-xWvrQCJyu8K5oYTjQjoyQBffA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />You can't read the scrolling credits very well but the barbies are on loan from a toy theatre adaptation of the 11th century epic poem, Beowulf. Ask me about it!<br /><br />Also, i tried to make a way better into for this, like with Svengoolie* type panache. But like my scoliosis riddled spine, it didn't turn out so well. Here are the out-takes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwtZxj44aOoV4CimN50-DzMJN4uDyOOlutKX-RDl3-jL7lw-ppfy9GKX5vOsjhWZfJd-a3HZ__byt6zvo1ysQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br />Thank you everyone, for watching that and not dumping me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht30e6nKJPSZh8kng1FCdYJr1B84Zswb6yLoEMXPM2paexCQhH3Aft1Ty8jibkMHSVi-POU6G5USUOD7byfizFEZjk5C1gW1w-5qIS7NrZImW0CSzCZflrmqORaM2VtYLdcO_V-Ht3Cds/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 104px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht30e6nKJPSZh8kng1FCdYJr1B84Zswb6yLoEMXPM2paexCQhH3Aft1Ty8jibkMHSVi-POU6G5USUOD7byfizFEZjk5C1gW1w-5qIS7NrZImW0CSzCZflrmqORaM2VtYLdcO_V-Ht3Cds/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400458917986904562" border="0" /></a> *fyi, this is svengoolie, an idol of mine.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And when is someone gonna get me a decent haircut?laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-10474122942665405492009-11-04T00:36:00.000-08:002009-11-04T01:01:10.621-08:00Assignment 29: Paranormal Puking<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwUX95m4dexOWWgIP4wp5UeGcJXfWgU8dnuhtjXPrCbD1aTa2qrN_vuZLxwnDjGdPx5p51EiP4S2iKDuaEpEQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905042050863455839.post-69794388213465732482009-10-28T17:42:00.000-07:002009-10-28T18:47:36.856-07:00Assignment Twenty Nine : Hallo, Ween.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-m-EBASGlTiWdka3hXn6K5W_V5J6RMEh_hW27lepVxJLjKnFmvzLpM0d8SEVUhxfOwncO8Kb3qIUboOFZak0tSMMWrg0N5z8zINDxaw-r3TiRE8lukcnR0l6TKdFz0OnFUlfEp_wMsl0/s1600-h/candyman.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397832112020501682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-m-EBASGlTiWdka3hXn6K5W_V5J6RMEh_hW27lepVxJLjKnFmvzLpM0d8SEVUhxfOwncO8Kb3qIUboOFZak0tSMMWrg0N5z8zINDxaw-r3TiRE8lukcnR0l6TKdFz0OnFUlfEp_wMsl0/s320/candyman.jpg" /></a><br /><div>In honor of spooky holidays and slutty weather...</div><div></div><br /><div>The assignment, if you dare:</div><div>Watch a scary movie. Any. Recreate (in any way) your favorite scene for ze blog.</div><div> </div><div>DUE: Next Wednesday, November 4th</div><br /><div></div><div>Punishment: For three nights in a row, go to sleep to the movie Candyman. </div>laura or katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12078046216304235060noreply@blogger.com0