The Real Point of Fajitas

imamodrocker 12:49 am
(12:49:08 AM): truth
(12:49:11 AM): but im thinking
(12:49:16 AM): like
imamodrocker 12:49 am
(12:49:23 AM): 3 options
(12:49:28 AM): tacos plate
(12:49:32 AM): enchilada plate
sayitifyouwant 12:49 am
(12:49:39 AM): burrito plate
imamodrocker 12:49 am
(12:49:40 AM): fajitas
sayitifyouwant 12:49 am
(12:49:48 AM): oh wow
(12:49:51 AM): steppin up your game
imamodrocker 12:49 am
(12:49:52 AM): yeah
(12:49:53 AM): i mean
(12:49:58 AM): the best part about fajitas
(12:50:06 AM): you can make little burritos
sayitifyouwant 12:50 am
(12:50:06 AM): MULTIPLE BURRITOS
imamodrocker 12:50 am
(12:50:09 AM): yep

That's What She Said

While 7 seasons of the hit NBC show (thanks to the genius of Ricky Gervais and the general sense of dry wit from England) The Office has given us so much joy through their characters, there is something that is eerily familiar within each episode that features Dunder Mifflin: Michael Scott.
As an individual who has held a number of summer and part time jobs for the last 8 years, I feel like I have come to experience a myriad of different types of bosses. I have found that I work best with a friendly boss who knows exactly what they want from me. I am a person that responds well to direction and I am always happy to do something better for the good of my company. While the relationship of Boss/Employee seems to be a fairly straight-forward concept, I continue to find that too many superiors believe that they can live the double life of the punisher and the pal.

Why do so many bosses fall into the category of being a "Michael Scott"?

Watching The Office at home on your couch in the comfort of your free time allows you to cringe and release the steam of the true to life personalities that you physically have to endure every single day. True, we all wish our work lives were as exciting and goofy as this paper company in Scranton, PA (I've been to Scranton...It's never as sunny as Studio City makes it seem), but what can we do when we come into contact with the most frustrating and confusing beast of all? Having a boss who tries to be your friend, but then turns around and pretends you are an idiot has no benefit for anyone. I understand if your boss has a delusion that people actually come to work to HANG OUT with them, but this is just a common problem for most bosses; there should be a pill for this.

And what do YOU do if you seem to have fallen into this attractive trap of a "fun" boss?
I guess you just suck it up and make sure that you do not think they are your friends. Not having a sturdy footing for the mood of the day, every day, when you come into work is very nerve wracking, but it's better than the alternative of no job? This universal concept of the "Michael Scott" boss is partly what makes The Office so great, we've all been there and we will all just continue to be there until retirement.

Festival of Lights

Ok I didn't actually know Hanukkah starts tomorrow and I was just ordering stuff off Amazon, but let's just pretend I knew. So in the spirit of Hanukkah I ordered my 2 favorite Christmas movies. Happy Hanukkah to me!

This one came today! Home Alone is my favorite movie of all time. When I was little I would watch our VHS copy of this at least once a week. Also it was on sale for like 5 dollars. 

Haters to the left. I love this movie forever. I feel like everyone loves this movie or at least secretly does because there's so many people in it that you're bound to like at least one of them, right?

And last but CERTAINLY not least:

That's right, I'm getting Charlie Kelly/Day for Hanukkah. I've always wanted this shirt, a main staple in Charlie's wardrobe, and it finally went on sale on the FX store and now it is mine. HAPPY HOLIDAYS, BONERS.

A Love Letter To England

We’ve both moved on since last seeing each other, but I never forget the time we shared together. I sit here against the dark marble that has been perpetually heated by the sun looking out at the granite history of my state; the university that has stood since 1886, representing the hopes and abilities of California.
It has all the makings of a perfect sunset: the light, yet noticeable transition from lilac purple on my left to the brassy shades of blue still kissed by the sun to the right. There are even the flossy salmon strings of clouds that resemble more of an unraveled cotton ball instead of the traditional lumpy pile of mashed potatoes; soft and vibrant all at once. And while I can look out at the awe of my home (post LAUSD), I know that none of this light can compare to your piercing sky as the winter sun sets.
Believe me when I say that I completely realize that our push and pull relationship wasn’t always hopeful. The constant guessing games of what you had in store for me were more than slightly annoying. Our ongoing fight of light or dark grey will continue to frustrate me even though I am several thousand miles away. (I do also admit that you always did win with the fatalist argument of “grey is grey is grey”.) But I always knew that you cared for me, even through these trying months, with the bursts of kindness you would shower me with.
Yes, you did shower me a lot (probably too much), but nothing reminded me why I was with you quite like those 4pm sunsets. The grey wet that had so consistently become the defining characteristic of you and I left for the brief moment of shining love. Emerging onto the Strand and knowing that you did have a soft side as you waited for my time inside to end was the best feeling in the world. The golden hues from light cream to a deep and startling orange showed me that you did care. It was always the greatest “I’m sorry” that I could get each afternoon. Enveloping my body in a warmth and dryness that I always forgot was capable. Even with these perfect moments, we knew that our relationship, our closeness couldn’t last. And while I agree that it was all for the best, the memories of you still make me smile because of the secret knowledge we now share about one another.
So you can keep your falling snow and open addiction to liquor, as I cling undyingly to my constant years of drought and smug control of the entertainment industry, but we both know the transformation that the past year made on both of us. I love my home, but the sunsets over Doe aren’t exactly worth the extra blocks walked to Charring Cross tube station just to experience yours for a few more moments before going under.

Always with love and admiration,

Bailey

A Little About Us

imamodrocker 5:23 pm
(5:23:26 PM): our blog is getting better i think
sayitifyouwant 5:23 pm
(5:23:37 PM): i like how you do the musicy stuff
(5:23:47 PM): and im like the angry man hater
imamodrocker 5:23 pm
(5:23:49 PM): mhm
sayitifyouwant 5:23 pm
(5:23:53 PM): good dynamic
imamodrocker 5:23 pm
(5:23:56 PM): i think thats kind of our schtick anyways

see? we think this stuff through

"I Hope We Can Still Be Friends"

Translation: "Hey Jess, I'm dumping you because I've decided I don't feel the same way about you anymore and I don't feel like working it out because I'm stubborn. Mostly I just like being able to say that I'm stubborn, though. I'm also too selfish to realize how much that statement probably just made you feel like I ripped your heart out, BUT HEY, consolation prize: I think you're worthy of being my friend still. But I'm really just saying that because I don't know what else to say and I feel like that is something girls like to hear? In fact the likelihood of me contacting you to actually be friends is essentially nonexistent...but again, I'm not really sure what to say at this point in the conversation so I'm going to say the stupidest fucking thing that comes into my head because I've already used my 'I think you're a great girl' line. Now I'm going to sigh a lot so I sound sincere and try to get you to see that I'm just being honest. Girls love honest guys, right? At least I'm being honest."

<3 dudez

Track Take: "Twilight Omens" (Franz Ferdinand)

Baby you still feel the same.
Alex Kapranos of Glasgow native band Franz Ferdinand knows exactly how to push our buttons even all these years after their explosive 2004 self titled debut. Tonight:Franz Ferdinand lacked the commercial success of their previous albums, but the 2009 studio production gained the freedom of no real expectations. From the infectious dance record filled with such instant hits as "Ulysses" and "No You Girls" comes this incredibly intricate track buried in the middle.
"Twilight Omens" consists of an intriguing distorted organ loop, a driving drum beat, and probably the most importantly the breathy layered voice of Kapranos doing what he does best: talking directly to the listener. The lyrics continue to engage us directly with the suave front man "Keep hearing your name", "Hear the radio sing your name", and "Baby I still feel the same". How are we not supposed to fall all over this track blushing?
What is so wonderful about this song besides the musical intricacy (and the always assumed sexual undertones), is the fact this song is completely unlike any of the other tracks on Tonight:Franz Ferdinand. The fresh sound with a lack of a heavy bass dance step allows us to refresh ourselves within the more alternative side of the Scots.
I personally am shocked that Tonight:Franz Ferdinand hasn't received more critical acclaim considering it's a refreshing departure from the jangling rock that You Could Have It So Much Better gave to us in droves; it perfectly harnesses the indie dance beat craze with impeccable musicianship.

Don't worry Alex, you still feel the same and I love every minute of it.

Hurr

Yes, this shampoo was originally created for horses, but apparently the trainers who used it on their horses started using it themselves and insisted to the company that they adapt it for humans. I have very thin hair (thanks Mom!), I shed like a cat (seriously, apparently if you open M's Roomba its all just red hair and lint) and it has become progressively worse since that one time I cut it all off myself and then started dying it. For some reason my dad has been using this since I was a kid and I finally got around to buying it for myself and I love it so much I wanna take it behind a middle school and get it pregnant. My hair doesn't get greasy after a day anymore, and I was able to go about 4 days without washing it which is a miracle for me because I have incredibly greasy locks and I hate having to wash my hair every day. Also its like 7 dollars for a huge bottle and there's even a pun on the bottle! I LOVE PUNS. BUY THIS SHIT.

Overheard

In the elevator at Target:

girl 1: I'm really liking this mix you made me. I mean that Rush song? It's so amazing. I even like that Michael Jackson song and I HATE Michael Jackson.

girl 2: Oh I know, me too. Rush on the other hand...

Gurl.

Track Take: "I'll Try Anything Once" (The Strokes)

In the process of making First Impressions of Earth (The Strokes' 2006 lackluster third studio album), Julian Casablanca decided to record his thoughts about relationships and life with the solitary help of a keyboard. While the sound of this demo hardly resembles the quintessential Strokes rhythm and energy, it captures a level of purity only available from the under-produced track. As an early take of the first track of the album, "You Only Live Once" (one of the few truly great songs featured on First Impressions), Julian's voice isn't covered by fuzz. He is not concerned with sounding cool or being perfect; he is just recording his thoughts and ideas. The fresh quality matched with the thoughtful and universal lyrics is celebrated by the popularity of this demo. What makes this track so exciting and listenable for long time Strokes fans, or casual contemporary music collectors is that it is vulnerable. The honest vulnerability with an enjoyable melody was replaced with forgetful complaining on the tracks of the studio album. I can only hope that their unnamed 2011 project returns the five NY natives to their danceable and relatable roots.

Track Take: "Pocketbook Angel" (Belle and Sebastian)

As I was listening to Belle & Sebastian on my itunes shuffle one of my favorite songs came up again. "Pocketbook Angel" - a rare 90's take- showcases the youthful and melodic voice of Stuart Murdoch with the gloomy dance vibe of most B&S songs. The simple, yet friendly guitar sticks with you for the day (in the best way possible). Following the story of a man who continues to see a girl out on the street who writes down everything she sees in her little notebook. While all female listeners of this song would want to be that kooky object of Murdoch's affection, it is amazing to see even within this rough and short demo track, the semi-whimsical world of Belle and Sebastian characters immortalized in ironic and beautiful songs being created.

I'm also a huge fan of the quality of sound that seems like they recorded it in a bathtub.

maybe it looked something like this?

Dear All Man Children/Babies

Dude, I get it. You're in your 20s and seeing some chick, and you just realized she probably wants to get married and have your babies or some shit. Doesn't she know you're 20 something and not looking for a commitment? You have to focus on your career and like, going to the gym or whatever so you have no time for a girlfriend. You do have time to "date her" and have sex with her every other night, though. You should probably just assume you're correct and send this girl a text ASAP telling her you can't see her anymore before clearing up any confusion about her expectations. Or better yet, how about an email, cause if you text her she might call and you might have to hear how upset she is. Its not that you don't respect her or have the decency to do it in person; there's just no way you can do it face to face because she'll be too devastated and cause a scene and go all psycho bitch in public. I mean, you can't have all those people in Coffee Bean thinking you're an asshole or a bad guy or something. You're not, really, you just know what you want and don't like having to "change" for anyone. Because ultimately thats what ALL women want, right? They just want to try to change you and spend all your money and they like, expect shit from you. She'll probably eventually trick you into getting her pregnant or something too so really you should just end it now. Don't forget to tell her it's not her, its you. Chicks love that cause it pretty much validates the entire relationship. Oh, and make sure you say you want to stay friends so she feels better about the whole thing. Closure, man. Also make sure you wait at least 2-3 weeks until you start texting her after 11:00PM for a booty call. I mean, you did tell her you want to be friends still so she'll probably be okay with that. Never change.

Love,
Jess

HBIC: Wendy Williams

"How you doin'?"

When I grow up, I want to be Wendy Williams. I love a woman who can pull off big (fake) hair and boobs (i.e. Dolly Parton). Wendy's like that cool aunt who takes you out to bars and teaches you how to use said big hair/boobs to pick up men. Thanks Aunt Wendy! 

Quotes of the Day

Guy on campus talking on his cell phone:
"Dude when he started college, Nirvana was still around...because it was a long time ago!"

On Seinfeld:
Jerry- "How is your family history?"
George- "Terrible. I had an aunt die at age 7. Aunt Baby!"

HBIC: Michelle Tanner

 

"You got a bad attitude."

Do I even have to explain why this ferocious five-year-old is such an HBIC? She's sassy as hell and never let anyone get away with being rude. She always knew exactly how to manipulate everyone in the Tanner family to get what she wanted, which was usually a cookie or some ice cream. Girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. What moxie. GET IT, DIVA.

How'd you like to turn five again?

I always love it when the American Express ad campaigns include those "creative types".
Martin Scorcesse, while always an inspired director behind the scenes, sometimes makes some questionable acting choices (see 2004's Shark Tale). Here his bushy eyebrows and adorably rapid speech are just perfect.

Another thought: just imagine Scorcesse taking pictures at your birthday party.



Clearly the budget for the American Express ads seemed to go up as other influential artists began to follow in the tiny footprints of Scorcesse. This one clearly being the gem of the second batch. Longer and more blatant, quirky director Wes teaches us about what he terms "making movies". The result is lovable and aesthetically pleasing.

Wes Anderson eating french fries? Jason Schwartzman in a white suit? What isn't to love?

The only thing it's missing is a slow motion montage to a B side of a 60's super band.

o hay

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