Movin’ On Up.

30 09 2009

My high octane internet lifestyle is shifting !
Today is my last day of work !
I am leaving my hum drum copywriting/assistant/shop girl day job that pays me while I blog for a big business lady position that involves an office, internet marketing and a lot of social media from the hours of eight to five.

So, a lot less:

Unprofessional Marissa.

Unprofessional Marissa.

& a lot more:

Professional Marissa.

Professional Marissa.

This has led me to ponder many things, like:
Will my blog have a negative effect on my professionalism?
Will I have to stop video blogging while drinking?
Will my job have a negative effect on my blog?
Will I start “taking myself too seriously”?
Will I become “unrelatable” to my readers?
What time would I have to wake up at to comfortably get stoned, shower and jill off before work?
And when will I watch Mad Men?!?!?!

I guess only time will tell.
I am a little nervous.
But the internet should be more nervous
SINCE I AM ABOUT TO RULE IT MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAA !!!





Edible Guilt.

28 09 2009

Here’s a thought:
Don’t Eat Edibles If You Want To Bone.

NOMNOMNOMNOMZZZ...zzZzZz

NOMNOMNOMNOMZZZ...zzZzZz

Because it doesn’t happen.
You know what does happen ?
You PTFO in Dudefriend’s bed and he fixes your resume and watches Mad Men while you nap it out and then you wake up eight hours later in the middle of the night with your skirt all cock-eyed and your necklace imprinted on your face and then you toss and turn for the rest of the night thinking about what kind of asshole thinks they can eat a shit ton of marijuana chocolate truffles and somehow make it past 11 ?
Oh, right !

Me !!!

I’m that asshole !!!

& that’s all I’ve got kids.
I’m an asshole.
A revelation, I know.

F’ you, it’s Monday.





MOST OUTSTANDING INSULT OF ’09.

25 09 2009

haahahahahaha…
ahhh….
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA

Yeah, maybe even of ALL TIME.
hahahahahaa





Is It Just Me…

25 09 2009

Or does Tucker Max look have an uncanny resemblance to Jay Leno in this photo?

Am I Right Or Am I Right ?!

Am I Right Or Am I Right ?!

I’m not sure if it’s the space between his eyes and hair line
or the space between his bottom lip and chin.
Maybe it’s because they both bore me endlessly ?





Computers Can’t Be As Fun With Children.

24 09 2009

“Hip computer mom”.
I can’t believe I even fathomed that.
After writing that blog [the one that immediately preceded this one],
it haunted me.
Kids are scary enough without factoring in
they would TOTALLY ruin my high octane internet lifestyle.

That's Right Sweetie! That IS An Unphotoshopped Picture Of Jessica Alba!

That's Right Sweetie! That IS An Unphotoshopped Picture Of Jessica Alba!

They can’t read rendering my refined Google Reader useless.
They don’t understand acronyms let alone words.
It’s not like they have the motor skills to left click on my lap top or the brains to even figure it out so it’s not like I can have them downloading MP3s while I run to the liquor store.
And what would they blog about ?
I mean, I know I blog about some pretty worthless trash but at least I know more about life than eating, shitting & sleeping.
140 characters ?
Please they don’t even know the basic 24 us intellectuals like to call the alphaMUH’FUCKINbet.
And it’s just too much work to teach them all the interfaces before they can even understand complete sentences
soooo there goes my grand scheme to birth an army of prodigy ghost writers to help me take over the universe via internets.





Post “Cat Lady” New Age Anxieties.

23 09 2009

I used to have anxiety attacks in high school
about ending up a cat lady:
middle-aged, single, drunk, bloated and fat in a mint-teal moo moo crying over a tub of Willie Nelson’s Peach Cobbler special edition Ben & Jerry’s, watching You’ve Got Mail with my twelve cats.

Yes, twelve.
A collective tribe of Scottish Folds, Persians & Siamese.
And a couple little tabbies for good measure.
Yeah, I’ve thought about this.
A lot.

But not anymore.
Now my biggest fear is ending up as this middle aged broad in the dark blue shirt:

OoOo! I’m married and have a sweet track home kitchen full of sweet mom bowls from Pier One filled with fruit I bought at Ralphs (but its Organics!) for my wide variety of diverse friends (possible lovers?) to come hang out and edit sweet party vidz of our sweet party where there is
FOUR OF US HUDDLED OVER A SONY FUCKING VAIO.
OoOo! I LOVE SNAP!
Who doesn’t LOVE editing photos of themselves at the party they are at?!
You know what, Bonnie.
You’re right.
LET’S PLAY IT BY EAR AT OUR SWINGING WINDOWS SOIREE!
HAHAHAHA I LOVE PRETENDING I’M HAVING FUN SETTING UP WINDOWS!
BONUS ACTITIVES!
WE’RE NOT SALES PEOPLE!
& WE’RE NOT EXPERTS!
IT’S A PARTY!
HAHAHAHA!

But, for the record,
I did
FIVE ACTIVITIES.

BITCH.

& I twittered it.
Because I am that “up to date” and am the “hip computer mom”.

Christ.





Eskimo Snow & Puzzle Pieces.

22 09 2009

I haven’t written about music in awhile but considering the fact blogging about them last year brought me personal, intrinsic infamy, I think this is a good time to address that…

Today is the release of WHY?’s new album, Eskimo Snow !

WHYs Eskimo Snow

WHY's Eskimo Snow

Eskimo Snow, if you haven’t grabbed it yet, is a really beautiful album. It definitely continues down the path of departure from the group’s hip-hop roots, yet doesn’t fail to fulfill the hopes one has of Wolf & Company’s work: skillfully arranged, musically masterful, full of unequivocal lyrical truths of life.

& that’s what drew me to WHY? in the first place.
The “unequivocal lyrical truths of life”.
There is something about Yoni’s wordsmithery that makes you feel like you’re there with him. That it’s real life, not someone trying to sing a song as much as they are trying to tell you the way that it is. It plays honestly which lends itself to a sense of vulnerability with its culpability.
Honesty.
Vulnerability.
Culpability.
All things people hide from on a regular basis. People can’t even be honest with themselves most the time, they run from any possible exposure of raw emotion and barely ever turn their pointing fingers back at themselves.
These rarities that are encapsulated and embraced in WHY?’s music are a refuge I have gone to many times and am pleased to say that based upon my expectations (which are more often than not placed too high), Eskimo Snow delivers and I urge you all to purchase it.

Unless you’re going to be super pissed about how they’re not so hip-hoppy, which I understand but even then you should stop being an asshole and get the fucking album.

And those are the thoughts from the out of work music journalist I used to be before I was a self absorbed blogger with a penchant for make shift flasks.

Now, to promote the album, WHY? has a series of amazing videos for your enjoyment which if you haven’t seen yet, you totally live under a rock.
Or you just aren’t on the internet eight hours a day like some of us.
Here are the first three episodes for you:

Check out the rest of the series at Anticon’s Vimeo page.


LOS ANGELES:
Check out WHY? at the Echoplex on October 20th!





Riddle Me This…

21 09 2009

WTF IS MALCOLM MCDOWELL’S DEAL ?!

Malcolm McDowell stars in Caligula.

Malcolm as power hungry violent sex fiend Caligula.

Malcolm as power hungry violent sex fiend Caligula.

Previously,
Malcolm McDowell starred in A Clockwork Orange.

Malcolm as  power hungry violent sex fiend Alex.

Malcolm as power hungry violent sex fiend Alex.

These movies have the following in common:
1. Boning
2. Violence
1 + 2 =
3. Rape
4. Large Models of Penises (statues, cakes, etc)
5. McDowell Creepy Eyes

I’m usually too stoned to remember my dreams but I can imagine him haunting them.

Granted, he’s worked in about a gajillion other projects.
But I don’t know how many of those have rapes too !
I just know from what I’ve seen, he’s two for two.
Although, I’m thinking that if I saw Pinocchio3000…
Well, he’d still be two out of three.





Watch Your P’s & Queues.

18 09 2009

Not that long ago, I was drunk somewhere when someone
told me about this “Roman period piece with a crazy orgy”.
To which I responded with “INTRIGUING!”
and went home and drunkenly put Caligula on my Netflix queue.
I don’t really care about Caesars and shit.
I just wanted to see a lot of people going at it in a movie.
There’s something about sex in movies that is different than sex in porn- it feels more mischievous, like OoOo! They played this in a MOVIE THEATRE! I feel so naughty without even being caught at Condom Revolution! Rawr!

Five months later, it’s yesterday.
And I get an email from Netflix saying,
“YO, YOU GOT CALIGULA ON THE WAY DAWG.”
I think to myself, “What is that? Why do I have it? Intriguing!”

I go home last night and decide to start watching it before Dudefriend and I went on our ritual nightly Trader Joe’s run. I snuggle up on my couch with a Stella and start thinking maybe I should just fast forward it and try to find the orgy.

But there was no fast forwarding necessary.
Like the boning, the horror came quick and hard.

Videogum has the best description of it:

Caligula is about Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, who ruled Rome for 37-41 C.E. Very little is known for sure about him, and what few historical accounts of him exist are often in conflict with each other. So what better way to teach people about this historical figure than with an INSANE PORNO? Perfect, now you don’t have to go to college*. Basically, his great uncle, Tiberius, was the tyrannical emperor of Rome who had syphilis and lived on the island of Capri. Then he died, maybe by murder, but in the movie definitely by murder, and Caligula (whose name means Little Boots! He’s like a one man Fleet Foxes cover band!) became emperor. For the next two and a half hours he proceeded to fuck and kill everything. Often he would kill people during or right after he was done fucking them. At one point he got sick. But then he got better. And if anything, he only fucked and killed everything more. He really loved fucking his sister, but then she died, so he focused a lot of his attention on killing again. But also fucking, it’s not like he ever stopped fucking. Eventually, after a ton of fucking and killing, he was assassinated. The end.

Wait, There Was This Much Clothing On The Cast At One Point ?

Wait, There Was This Much Clothing On The Cast At One Point ?

I lasted less than an hour, due to the perversion and boredom.

Anyway, I go about my night with Dudefriend.
We have a fabulous dinner he whipped up for us.
I’m doing the dishes, sooooo enveloped in massive luffz
when I hear the television is on in my room.
And it ain’t the eleven o’ clock news.
Yeah, it’s full coverage
and total poundage.

Before I even had a chance to explain he was half way out the door, yelling something about how he had dealt with me writing about Cake Farts but there was no way he was going to date some broad who got off on seeing dudes pissing on their sisters.

I tried to explain it was a drunk blind-rent
that I had to stop watching I was so disgusted
but he didn’t believe me.

:(

“Right, just like how you ‘didn’t mean to rent’ the first season of Mad About You.”
Which was an honest mistake (I meant to get season two).

Lesson:
Be Careful What You Queue.





This Is My Life.

17 09 2009

Six_degrees_of_separation_01

“I jokingly blogged about [name withheld] being in love with me and then his [job description withheld] recognized me and we became pal-sy and then blogs came true and I watched Anchorman with [name withheld] and I was all sorts of stoked and now i find out via [popular blog] that [name withheld] and [name withheld] are friends with one of my last celeb-crushes:
[NAME WITHHELD BUT IT WAS IN CAPS] !!!!!!!!!
I AM TWO DEGREES FROM [NAME WITHHELD BUT FUCK YEAH I AM EXCITED ABOUT THIS] !!!
I AM ABOUT TO RUIN MY PANTIES !!!”

- Me, to another blogger I didn’t know before I blogged about them and now we’re friends.

I AM SUCH A DORK.
How the hell did this happen ?!
Was it the long nights spent working on the HTML of my Livejournal ?
Was it my insatiable appetite for roller coasters and SIM houses ?
Was it my inability to formulate audible sentences around the opposite sex thus resorting to AIM for flirtatious interactions where I could convince unknowing classmates I could speak Italian before Babel Fish was a household link ?

I do not have the answers.
But I do know, about 80% of my life revolves around a computer.
It has gotten to the point that when I am super hammered, I use jokey interwebzical expressions IN REAL LIFE.
YOU KNOW LIKE I AM IN BED WITH DUDEFRIEND SUPPRESSING THE LOOMING “I LOVE YOU” AND I REPLACE IT WITH “HEARTS & STARZ ALL OVER YOUR FACE !!!”

Facepalm3000 to the tune of WAH WAH WAHHHH.

On the one hand, I am disgusted with myself.
On the other hand, fuck it.
I am TWO DEGREES FROM [ZOMG I LOVE HIM] !!!





Ad Council Is On The Streets, Ruining Your Mixes.

15 09 2009

This campaign “Think Before You Speak”
is TOTALLY ruining my mix “I’m So Gay For Dudefriend”.

Because apparently, according to this campaign,
“There once was a time when ‘gay’ meant ‘happy’. Then it meant ‘homosexual’.”

So, I don’t know if they mean I’m not allowed to use it as happy anymore ?
Because I think I should still be able to !
But now I feel like I can’t.
Subsequently, forcing me to find a new title for my mix
because I am pro gay marriage and all that liberal goodness
and I don’t hate anyone.
Even when I make slightly tasteless jokes, it’s all out of LOLz.
I’m not trying to hurt anyone !
So, now I’ve got to halt production and find a new name.
UGH.

And it is a good mix too !
Lots of luffzed out jams about finding someone you’re so bowled over it’s as if your heart peed its pants it’s so excited and hot for your turtledove.
But now instead of feeling overwhelmingly giddy and happy over just the thought of going home on my lunch break to fold his laundry,
I now feel like a fucking asshole.

Thanks Ad Council.
Thanks for making me feel like a douche bag when I should feel like Ariel swimming in a sea of love spasms.

If My Parents Bought Me A Wii, Shit, I Would Too.

If My Parents Bought Me A Wii, Shit, I Would Too.

I mean, look at that kid.
He looks like he’s going to cry.
He should be happy he has so many video games.
They last soooo much longer than friendships.
Plus you can resell them or trade them.





DAMN STRAIGHT.

13 09 2009
WISDOM.

WISDOM.

[via Rebekah Brandes]





Dreams Are Weird.

11 09 2009

Last night I dreamt I was going to have a threesome with
Alicia Silverstone
& Judd Apatow.

It looked a lot like this:

It's A Threesome, Alicia. Lose The Heffalump KTHNX.

It's A Threesome, Alicia. Lose The Heffalump KTHNX.

Alicia Silverstone: Scared.
Judd Apatow: Smug.
Me: DOWN.

But Dudefriend got mad so then I was like “NM” and Judd was like “Aight” and Alicia ate some Sour Punch Straws or something equally Where-The-Fuck-Did-You-Get-Those-Give-Me-Some-NOW.

Yes, that is the extent of my occasional “sex” dreams.
Strangely enough,
they are rarely ever “sexy”
nor are the sexual acts ever performed to fruition.
They are a lot like my high school years…
a lot of talk, no action.





Riddle Me This…

10 09 2009

What if butts
could
GRAB
BACK ?!

Just When You Think It's Safe For A Nice Game Of Grab-Ass.

Just When You Think It's Safe For A Nice Game Of Grab-Ass.

That guy would probably still be making the same face.





Wine Time With Ned Hepburn.

9 09 2009

In episode one, I was honored to split some bottles with affluential boner aficionado blogger, Ned Hepburn. Ned packs a hefty punch of interwebzical resume dazzlers such as the title of editor at Manolith, head blogger of the illustrious Tumblr Boner Party as well as creator of the influential Fuck Yeah Sharks!.

& so, I give you, the first episode of Wine Time:

This first episode taught me a lot.
I won’t go in depth into the “record yourself talking & learn” lesson but know that it pertains to not flipping the viewfinder to watch yourself while recording yourself, not fucking with your hair and not talking over one another because that makes it really fucking hard to edit.

& that Charles Shaw is just as delicious when you’re not chugging it out of the bottle, crying in a corner over YouTube comments.





If Racists Can Be On TV, Why Can’t I ?

8 09 2009

I don’t really have much to say on the matter,
but why the hell is Glenn Beck on television ?
Seriously, I do not understand how a man who can’t spell, makes fun of disabled people, tastelessly hits on women during interviews AND generally acts like a child (ie: screaming at callers on radio, crying live, etc) is paid to be on TV.
Who the hell made that decision?!
I would like to talk to them.
Those seem like the kind of people who would pay me to get hammered and interview people after the ten ‘o clock news, ya know ?
They seem like “risk takers”.
Plus, it seems like they’ve hooked him up with a rad stylist.
I have good reason to believe he started the whole winter ’09 crazy sweater fad.

Bringing Sexy Beck.

Bringing Sexy Beck.





Likes/Dislikes For Esmé.

4 09 2009

A couple weeks ago, Esmé asked me what I liked & disliked for some impending project of hers.
& thus, here are my impromptu, wine drenched answers that I fully support even sober.

Hope everyone is having a good Friday.

My Friday has been a lot like this:
- Six hours on the Ned Hepburn interview.
- Two hours trying to figure out the damn CSS for my new job over at NYgoesLA.com.

My Friday will hopefully end like this:
- Crushin’ Charles
- Burnin’ bowls
- Bonin’ bones
- Snugglin’ to Discovery Channel

Oh, BTW, I’ve turned into a grandma.





Bring Your Own Banjo.

3 09 2009

Ever have a friend say,
“Oh, yeah, I’m going to this show. It’s free. Free beer. Free food.”
And you’re like,
“HELLZ YAH, SON!”
And then you get there
And then the epic local band ends up being these dudes:

DOZEY DOE.

DOZEY DOE.

All of a sudden you feel like you’re on some middle-aged “Mom’s Night Out”, waiting for someone to start a random, off-beat Electric Slide and one frizzy haired, FUPA ridden old maid in the back is requesting Dwight Yokam songs. Some Travis Tritt looking cat is crushing Colt 45s… literally. He is drinking them in full swigs and then crushing them on his head in-between bites of his free pulled pork sandwich. One early thirties couple that thinks they’re out for a cool night on the town at this little neighborhood establishment full of underwhelmed hipsters soaked in whiskey are making jokes about utensils and you’re like BRO I’M NOT DOING EXTRA PERCUSSION ON THE SPOONS WITH YOU, AIGHT?!