What's better than Harry Potter? Why, a parody of Harry Potter, that's what. Jen turned me on to what actually might be The Greatest Thing I've Ever Seen, aka A Very Potter Musical. It's a parody play put on by students from the University of Michigan, and it's simply magical. No pun intended. It's on the longer side, but worth it.
Highlights totally include the amazing Draco (who's in love with Hermione and wants to go to Pigfarts, which is, inconveniently, on Mars), the sassy Snape, and a really boss Zefron poster. Also, Voldemort never wears a shirt.
You're welcome.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
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Thursday, September 17, 2009
Damn You, Gaga
I really, really wanted to hate Lady Gaga. I mean I really wanted to hate her: the bitch kept walking around outside in flesh colored leotards with bows made out of her own hair atop her head.
But, alas, she has officially grown on me. It started when I saw her live at the House of Blues (she can actually sing, which was pretty shocking), and then grew with the tea cup she kept toting around, and then she had to go and dress like a giant used tampon for the VMAs, and there was no going back for me. And now I just saw the video for "Paparazzi", and all of that insanity + Eric from TrueBlood = I Love Lady Gaga.
Minnie Mouse get-up and all.
But, alas, she has officially grown on me. It started when I saw her live at the House of Blues (she can actually sing, which was pretty shocking), and then grew with the tea cup she kept toting around, and then she had to go and dress like a giant used tampon for the VMAs, and there was no going back for me. And now I just saw the video for "Paparazzi", and all of that insanity + Eric from TrueBlood = I Love Lady Gaga.
Minnie Mouse get-up and all.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Oh, Pop Culture
It's a never-ending cycle: one may pass on, but there's always another to pick up the reigns.
What makes this even more amazing is that it's from a TextsFromLastNight entry. God, do I love life.
What makes this even more amazing is that it's from a TextsFromLastNight entry. God, do I love life.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
I Am A Magnet
Like the title implies, I am a magnet for a variety of interesting things, including - but not limited to:
1. Guidos
2. Insane People
3. Potentially Violent Insane People
4. Alcoholics
5. Short, Rotund, Poorly Tattooed Women That Hate Me
6. Hot British Men in Clubs
Okay so #6 is a good thing (god save the queen, was it a good thing), but the rest of it? Not so much. Today I dealt with a death threat aimed at my 14 year old, toothless, harmless, just-shaved-so-is-absurdly-ridiculous-looking dog by a woman in her 40s who then proceeded to throw a tantrum that would make a toddler feel awkward, right after having my aura and energy cleansed by a cashier at Vitamin World. I'm not entirely sure if the last thing is a good one or not, though if I don't wake up tomorrow, we'll all have the answer to that one.
It's like they can always find me; like the flock magnetic North and boom! there I am, just waiting for them, like a Statue of Liberty for the fucking insane. And the Italians from Jersey (or the ones who wish they were from Jersey, if you can even contemplate such a thing) with enough hair gel on their being to choke all of the bottle blonds down the Shore.
At any rate, no work for me today, so that lowered the violence quota exponentially.
1. Guidos
2. Insane People
3. Potentially Violent Insane People
4. Alcoholics
5. Short, Rotund, Poorly Tattooed Women That Hate Me
6. Hot British Men in Clubs
Okay so #6 is a good thing (god save the queen, was it a good thing), but the rest of it? Not so much. Today I dealt with a death threat aimed at my 14 year old, toothless, harmless, just-shaved-so-is-absurdly-ridiculous-looking dog by a woman in her 40s who then proceeded to throw a tantrum that would make a toddler feel awkward, right after having my aura and energy cleansed by a cashier at Vitamin World. I'm not entirely sure if the last thing is a good one or not, though if I don't wake up tomorrow, we'll all have the answer to that one.
It's like they can always find me; like the flock magnetic North and boom! there I am, just waiting for them, like a Statue of Liberty for the fucking insane. And the Italians from Jersey (or the ones who wish they were from Jersey, if you can even contemplate such a thing) with enough hair gel on their being to choke all of the bottle blonds down the Shore.
At any rate, no work for me today, so that lowered the violence quota exponentially.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
The Real World is Following Me
Apparently I live in really cool neighborhoods, cause The Real World: Hollywood house was like 3 blocks from my apartment in LA, and the new Real World: DC house is like 3 blocks from my apartment in DC. Interesting. Now if only they'd been filming when I lived there so I could've made a huge ass of myself on national television!
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