Yellow Bird Project

I randomly fell across these guys, and it looks like they're up to some pretty cool stuff. Neat shirts designed by bands I love, with proceeds going to causes nobody can deny. I personally dig the Shin's shirt, and Denvendra's....

Knockin' on Heaven's Door

Our bulletin board outside of the dorm room changes every so often. I hope that it projects that we are slightly skewed funky great people to live next to. Maybe I will continue to post pictures as they change. So far the story has gone a little bit like this:

The banner on this one most recently read "heroin is so passe" however, rapscallions keep erasing that. Or maybe it is the RA's? Who knows, but all we know is that we are NOT promoting usage. After all, it is soo passe. 

Yo Gabba Gabba

One morning while watching Nick Jr., I mysteriously came across this show which I could explain none other than a Japanese infused Teletubbies meets Daft Punk. I recorded what I could on my cell phone to run around and show my friends, all who seemed way less interested in this than me. (This too to me was mind-blowing, what kid show featuring Biz Markie's "Beat of the Day" is not more than noteworthy!?) I just recently remembered this occurrence in my life and did some web surfing on the matter. Turns out there are a plethora of blogs and whatnot out there discussing what I found so fascinating about DJ Lance Rock and his crew in Yo Gabba Gabba:

• Yo Blogga Blogga  
  
• FlirBlog
• This is the last...

Now, while you're waiting for Nick Jr. weekdays at 11:30, you can come here and get hyped.

Yes indeed Elijah Wood, that was lots of fun. Mmmmm.

The Lost Boys

I was listening to some Matt & Kim, and through them I came across this blog from also from Brooklyn called Sucka Pants. Now, I've always been fascinated by the likes of Peter Pan, the lost boys, tree houses, Skateopia, and things of the sort, so of course this struck my fancy. Check it out, love the pictures, looks like lots of fun. And the sailing crafts look like something right from my brain. Maybe one day I too can have some floating fun.   

Call Now!

For some reason, I always decide to come home on the weekends where everyone is gone. Maybe I do it on purpose, in my unconscious. Well, I'm not completely alone, Gracie the dog is here. It's beginning to look a lot like the time I love, chilly, and frosty, and wet. I put on my jacket, hat and scarf and headed to Borders. For magazines. And then some CDs. Like my mom says, "It's a good thing you aren't into drugs, you couldn't afford it." I have no extra money for my veins, it all goes to my ears. Plans for the night: put new music on  my iPod, finish laundry (I love doing laundry), check into baking, glue myself to Breakfast at Tiffany's so I can move the Netflix list along. 

Question of the night: cookies or cupcakes?    

Little Orphan Annie...

Happy October!  My friend/accomplice/seamstress is helping me with my Peter Pan costume. Hopefully this will then mean that I will find a good use for it a couple Fridays from now. As I write this now, I have the TV behind me blaring Clint Eastwood in Fistful of Dollars. "My opinion, you'll make a fine pallbearer," Ok, so it's not the most uplifting of films, but I do enjoy my fair share of dramatic and violent westerns. Spaghetti and not. The soundtrack is key in the context of the flick as well. How can a scene be taken seriously without the incessant flute runs, and monk like chanting? Really gets me goin' for those cowboys. As for me, a newly acclaimed red head, I see life in a new light. Maybe not, and it isn't really that red, just darker. In any case, we'll see how long this bounce in my step lasts. 

Orangina helps too. 

Always.