Daily View, 4/30

• I took the Personal DNA test recommended by Ginna (yo *g!) and discovered that I am apparently an:
  
  
  

  
  Advocating Director
  
  
  Fine, but I'm always amazed I don't get more artistic results on these things. Hmm. Also, it's always so much fun when yet another online quiz informs me that I think more like a man. Just because I'm not overly-emotional doesn't mean I'm übermasculine. Sigh.


• At least I can make my StorTrooper somewhat girly.
  


• Am getting kinda into this Moji thing.


• WHY would you name a child D'Brickashaw??? Haha, though I like Gothamist's Thornbirds reference.


• Panda samurai. Why the hell not? Everything else has had a chance to kick some ass.


• Ok, just because I like dinosaurs doesn't mean I would ever put something like this in my house: the dino sofa. There is a line, people.


• Old school meets new fool: DIY iPod boombox. I love it, but I realize that makes me very foolish.


• Brilliant: real life Super Mario acted out at some college talent show. People were not this cool when I was in college. Sigh.

Daily View, 4/26

Well, in slightly less than a month the first year of my thirties will be over. I'm not quite sure how I feel about that. Part of me says aw, fuckit. Another part of me just says aw, fuck. Meanwhile, I have become too busy to blog here regularly... not that anyone has really noticed. Ah well.

• This girl stopped blogging altogether. Her reasons why make good sense to me.


• High Fidelity the Musical... and I thought Point Break Live was wrong.


• I'm a sucker for these Nel cutout chairs. No shedding. Har har.


• Anything that is Tetris-esque is fine by me: the Amadana cooking timer... Note: my disgruntled disillusionment with the blogosphere continues as I see that %)@#!*%& Boing Boing featured this timer TODAY, whereas I saw it on Gizmodo 12 DAYS AGO. 12 days in blog time is like a goddamned eternity, yet Boing Boing is touted as generally hot and in the know. Bullshit. I'm starting to realize that there is no magic out there, it's just people who are only as powerful as their internet resources. Jaysus.


• Well, there is just no quiz I can take that doesn't verify my extreme Mirandaness. This one doesn't even give me the usual high perecentage (I've never scored anything lower than 85% Miranda), it just flat out declares that:
  
  
  


• Speaking of cats, still haven't made it to the Moscow Cat Theatre.


• Unicorns!


• I am a Grup. If you make it through the whole article, you have me basically defined. Now I just gotta find myself a nice gruppy boy, have some mohawked kids, and ride off into the retro sunset as the Death Cab plays... ha, you think I'm kidding?


• Damn it, I always wanted an awesome treehouse—good thing it's not too late thanks to Tom Chudleigh. Bless'im.


• The BBC Archive of TV & Radio programs is online and pretty amazing. What happened on the day I was born? The Queen was in Japan. Cool.


• And speaking of Tetris, watch a Grandmaster at his game. Watching this, I think I finally understand what people who enjoy televised sports must experience.. the quickened pace, the anticipation, the tension, the cheering, the flat out awe... damn.


• Tekserve is the best. Glad their ad is going big as iPods fall...


• More with the online quizes... I took this test (thanks Ginna) that is supposed to determine which John Cusack movie your life most resembles. My discouraging (and really kind of terrifying) result? WTF:
  
  
  

  Your Life is Like

  Being John Malkovich

  
  
  What John Cusack movie are you?
  
  

Daily View, 4/6

• Poison (no, not the band, fools) has always interested me. Dunno why. At one point in the late 90s I had actually created a virtual reality environment where two robots (one an Egyptian Queen, the other a young Victorian lady) would discuss the history of cosmetics (much of which involves poison) with you, the visitor. Dulcie, the Victorian (the Egyptian was named Shet or Shep or Natset or something... Jesus), was even programmed to consume arsenic wafers upon request. Wow. I am suddenly overwhelmed by my own nerdness.


• Busted for singing along to London Calling. That just doesn't seem right. People are crazy.


• Can you learn how to dress from a book? As someone who has 1) little working relationship with a professional wardrobe, 2) an untraditional body type and 3) no money with which to buy nicely made clothing or a personal tailor, I've always wondered. I even bought one of those books (damaged, in a discount bin, for like $1.99) to see. I'm still unconvinced.


• This guy lost his T. Rex (and is clearly using the ads to pick up women... genius or ass? Or both?). And hey, it's a T. Rex video, I had to post it (even though NG videos never work quite right online... grr).


• Mario stamps!


• Hey, I liked Cargo too... it had cool gadgets (granted, the rest of it was useless). RIP. At least we still have its original sister Lucky (though the stickers are stupid, it's true).


• I am drawn to kawaii crap like this Wireless Bunny Thing, much to my constant shame. Must... grow... the... fuck... up.......


• Oh please, Graham Dolphin, every one of my art school sketchbooks (and those of my friends) looks like this. We're artists. When people force us to take notes, this is what happens. Come on.


• What the hell is Parker Posey doing? First Blade Trinity, then that awful futuristic Frankenstein, now TV?!?! Sigh.


• Poor Katie. While most of my pregnant friends have indeed looked oddly as though they're wearing fake baby suits at some point during the fateful 9, none of them ever quite reached this point.


• Hey, I want a dicker on my Pod—that'd actually be pretty damn useful.


• Yeah, I'm a sucker, but I miss taking baths (NYC apartments don't usually lend well to that sort of thing). Even though yeah, full on bathing is like stewing in your own soup, I'd still have fun, especially if there were pretty colors.


• Awesome and creepy and wondrous futuristic plants with mechanical parts. (Just watch it. I can't describe it.)


• Must remember to attempt to hit the BBG for the cherry blossoms. Because, you know, i was too lazy/busy/strapped/stressed to go to DC for them (sorry *g).


• Slate waxes rightly on about why Kong bombed at the box office. And thank you: "Look closely at this Kong and, prodigious and finely detailed as he is, you'll discover nothing between his legs."


• I feel obligated to post this about the Pulitzer Museum in St. Louis in order to make myself feel better about the fact that, despite semi-annual visits to my aforementioned hometown, I have never bothered to get down there. Sheesh.


• I don't watch TV, so why do I even care about Katie Couric leaving Today? Mostly because Meredith Viera gives me the creeps. Always has. Full on willies. It's something about her mouth... seriously, she freaks me out. *shudder*


• Even though, I have to say, I'm generally not a rabid fan of Boing Boing, contributor Xeni Jardin score points from me by using the line, "suck on this, Creationists!" and by featuring The Five Fists of Science (yeah!).