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Jonathan gets full credit for this find. He heard it and actually bought a physical CD – something neither of us have done since iTunes launched their music store and we discovered bit torrents. That alone speaks volumes.
This is John West. Listen to Masquerade. He’s like… a breath of fresh air. I love his sound. Soulful, kinda folky. Like if Jason Mraz had a black grandma that raised him. That’s exactly it. Listen to him. Love him. I do.
We’re all pretty much practical jokers at work. A “My other ride is your mom” sticker on your back here… pushing your car out into the bushes there… little things. We haven’t really messed with each other in a while, though. Inspired by one of my favorite episodes of The Office, I decided it was time for a practical joke. Enter : The Slinky.
The Slinky belongs to Sam, my boss. I can’t remember why he got it, but he has it, and I can always hear him playing with it (even though he’s two offices away). It’s not annoying or anything… it’s just odd that he has a slinky that he constantly plays with. So, Friday afternoon, after he went home for the weekend, I stole The Slinky. This is what he came back to Tuesday morning:
Sam walks in, pokes it a few times, and I stand in the doorway of his office eating a Jello snack. His reaction was sort of anti-climactic… partially due to everyone going into his office wanting to see his reaction and making it really obvious, partially due to him not even realizing his slinky was gone until he actually saw it in Jello.
Now, apparently, I’ve started the practical joke war of all practical joke wars. I worry about what this means, but I also say “bring it on, bitches”. I’ll put your CAR in Jello.
Happy Friday.
1. you have thing physically attached to you for the rest of your life – what is it and why?
2. what one thing do you use the most everyday that’s most useful?
3. what’s the most useless item you own?
4. the power blows for a full 24 hours. what do you do?
Yes, I went and saw RENT again. If you haven’t seen it yet, go. If you have seen it, go again.
I met Ano Okera, who played Angel. Met a few other cast members, but you know I love me some Angel. He killed it.
What else can I say about RENT that hasn’t already been said a billion times. It’s timeless. Other than the lady next to me who smelled like port-o-potty air sanitizer and checked her cell phone ever 3 minutes to see what time it was, it was EXCELLENT. Go, I said! Big ups to Laura for being my photographer and accompanying me!
p.s. still made it home in time to watch project runway.
It’s a little late, but there nonetheless. Simple and fun this week…
Would you rather:
1. be able to travel back in time – OR – be able to tell the future
2. marry someone ugly and rich – OR – marry someone hot and poor
3. be able to only eat your one favorite food for the rest of your life – OR – never eat your favorite food again
4. appear on american idol (as is) – OR – appear on so you think you can dance (as is)
Happy Friday! Answer in the comments.
The site has been redesigned for the first time since… well, ever since I started using WordPress. Since I created a new design for see.itsholly.com, I decided to make the sites match. Voila – new site. The green bugs me a little, but I’ll get used to it. You’ll probably see less writing here, and more pictures there. But pictures speak a thousand words, so it’ll be the same thing, right? Right!
So, go comment over there, too. Thx.
Gabe has been raving about The Imperial House FOREVER. It’s his cool ass old folks meditation spot. So, Saturday night I finally fulfilled my promise to check it out.
Holy crap.
The Imperial House is… an experience, to say the least. My favorite part is Rick Lyon, the resident lounge singer at the Imperial House. Here’s a breakdown (forgive the terrible picture, you can only do so much in photoshop with low lighting and a quick moving Rick Lyon).
1. The Mirror : Just in case you were curious, you can see EXACTLY how Rick plays… and when he’s not playing (even though there’s still music in the air – more on this later).
2. Mr. Rick Lyon, himself.
3. The Toupee: It’s a pretty good one, actually. Gabe had to point that out to me.
4. The Tip Jar/Oversized Wine Glass: There was lots of skrilla in there. Especially from the folks that got in a good 3 rounds of cha cha cha-ing. Tipping Rick Lyon was usually done through the Costanza Method: i) wave tip in front of tipee; ii) make eye contact with tipee; iii) place tip in tip receptacle, making sure tipee is fully aware of amount of said tip and identity of tipper.
5. Cocktail: Gabe says it was water… I say it was straight vodka. Who drinks water with a wedge of lime? People who interchange vodka with water, that’s who!
6. Ricky Lyon Wood Placard: Definitely created at Seaport Village, probably not by Rick himself, but as a gift from one of his loyal patrons. Notice the lion’s matching toupee.
7. The Baby Grand Piano: Which serves as the stand for:
8. The Technics Keyboard: It’s no ordinary keyboard. Rick actually loads in 3.5″ diskettes (yeah, I said it… DISKETTES) with midi files that accompany his mad keyboard skillz. It funny to see Rick taking a swig of “water” while there’s still music playing, then you realize… oh shit, it’s the midi file. He had a HUGE case of diskettes…
Some of the better selections of the night were My Life by Bille Joel, I Want You Back by the Jackson 5, You Can Call Me Al by Paul Simon, Sugar Pie Honey Bunch by The Four Tops and Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison. We also had a Rick Lyon original titled “See You Next Saturday”, which he wrote about 20 years ago when he and his wife divorced, and he only had partial custody of his kids (“we’ll go fishing in the deep blue sea, but I’ll be sure to have you home by 3… see you next Saturday”). Just glorious! He had quite a selection.
So, thank you Gabe, for giving a whole new meaning to lounging around.