SHE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

March 29, 2010

Good morning.  Kind of wish I could start off every morning wishing those I see first thing a hearty top of the mornin’ to ya!  I think that would elicit more smiles.

Anyway, on to some links …

Interested in subjecting yourself to the top 13 worst songs by professional athletes?  I wish these videos were better quality, because they look like GEMS.  I think Carl Lewis was styled by Olovia Newton John and had RuPaul on makeup.  The Bryan Brothers Band is one of my favorites.  Featuring guest raps by Andy Murray and Novak Djokovic, falsetto back-ups, a sweet keyboard solo and lyrics like: “So you got your autograph, now whatcha gonna do?  Take it to the beach?  Or use it at the zoo?” I’m confused as to why this wasn’t a bigger hit.


Joshua has started this blog fusing his interest in people with his love of photography.  He was supposed to do it for a year, starting September 2008, but he’s decided to keep working on it.


Jeremy should give up facebook for passover.


Runners share their stories about losing their marathon “v-card”.

HE SAID: Case of the Mondays

March 29, 2010

I’m so wiped from the weekend, and knowing I have to write about 2,000 words today for a paper kind of takes some of the fun out of blogging…so I’m just going to insert some links sans too much explanation, but I promise you…you will laugh.

Rocky IV montage, redone. And another...


For those that haven’t watched on Barstool, cheeseburgers are important to this guy.


Awesome.  More awesome. (these are courtsey of CBJ)

SHE SAID: Case of the Wednesdays?

March 23, 2010

Despite lugging my laptop along with me on my trip, the internet was broken.  To find other means of getting on-line was just too taxing, or, rather, I didn’t feel like driving 25 minutes to find some wi-fi so I could post on Monday morning.  I didn’t have internet for 4 days – the longest stretch I’ve done in years.  But, four books and 36 miles of running later, I’m back.

_______  I’m both awed and upset.  Awed at the amount of lame/weird/personal stuff people advertise on facebook and upset that while Jeremy and I have mocked our mutual friends who share too much, we didn’t think of starting up a site like this.  I highly recommend the relationship section.


Apparently this is the new thing to do as a teenage girl.  I’m so glad this stuff wasn’t around when I was in high school.


What would you do for five dollars?  I can’t think of anything right now, other than correctly load your dishwasher.


My friend came up with the term “bonsai’d” for when you’re getting pigeonholed at work and are allowed no upward movement, etc.  I am pretty psyched about the chance to use this phrase in conversation soon.  Until then, I think I might submit him for entry here.

HE SAID: Case of the Mondays

March 22, 2010

EDITORS NOTE: Since my co-writer thought it would be more important to catch up on her reading while on vacation in Florida then find some wi-fi for five minutes, you’ll only have my links for now.  Should she decide to get her lazy ass away from the tennis club she is posting up at (yes, you read that right…not a beach, but a tennis club), you may have more links later.

I don’t even have to stare a 40 hour work week in the face and I’m still kind of depressed.  After 10 or so days of sunny springlike weather, Vermont is kicking us in the ass again with a week of low 40’s and rain/sleet/snow/shit.  So, I hope these links are as therapuetic for you as they were for me.

Generic Movie clip.  This thing is effing genius.  Watch it more than once to catch everything.


Here are 14 Drinks named after modern athlets.  Sneak preview:


Directions: Pour 14 cans of Busch Light into a bucket. Garnish with chicken wings.


Two great clips from collegehumor.  Possibly not safe for work.


This was my favorite moment of the last time I saw Pearl Jam in Hartford. I might post a weekly youtube clip of them until I see them again in May.

HE SAID: St. Patrick’s Day

March 17, 2010

It’s a beautiful Wednesday morning here in Vermont, and before I continue with my 10,000 word term paper, I thought I’d do a quick entry for your enjoyment.  See, my plan is to do lots of work today, and then reward myself with a bunch of green beer and or Guinness tonight.  Why? Because it’s St. Patrick’s Day of course!

What’s that you say?  “Jeremy, you are Jewish…not Irish!”  To that I respond, “well at least I have an ‘ish!'”

Seriously though, I’m not effing Irish.  Not even close…except for my pale ass white skin.  Oh, and the fact that I used to demolish Lucky Charms like Ron Jeremy demolished women.  So why the hell do I (I=just about everyone) feel entitled enough to take part in an Irish holiday and get all banged up on what should be a random Wednesday night?

Straight from the Wiki entry (which means it must be true) on ‘St. Patrick’s Day’ – “It is named after Saint Patrick (circa AD 387–461), the most commonly recognized of the patron saints of Ireland. It began as a purely Catholic holiday and became an official feast day in the early 1600s. However, it has gradually become more of a secular celebration of Ireland’s culture.”

So we’ve got a Catholic holiday that has slowly turned into a holiday that celebrates Irish Culture.  Awesome, but guess what?  I’m not Catholic and I know jackshit about Irish culture.  Something tells me if Sean O’Flannigan asked me what I knew about his culture and I responded with, “Jameson, Guinness & the potato famine” he would be somewhat offended.  I mean, if someone likes Latkes (potato pancakes) or Matzoh Ball Soup, then by all means, eat away.  But don’t feel the need to celebrate Hanukah or Passover if the only thing you think you know about Jews is that we are thrifty (which isn’t true, by the way.  Well, I am thrifty, but that’s because I’m cheap…not because I’m Jewish).

I’m not on a high horse here, because as I admitted at the beginning, I’m going to get drunk tonight; and more importantly I’m going to have fun doing it with a bunch of friends and randos all dressed in green.  I just don’t understand how or why a traditionally Irish/Catholic holiday became so widespread.  But then again, I don’t understand why I see the Easter Bunny two weeks after Christmas, or just the Easter Bunny in general.

SHE SAID: St. Patrick’s Day

March 17, 2010

Ah, Jeremy.

The Irish are a jovial people and hence, a jovial celebration that has come to embrace and include anyone who feels like partaking.  Even if partaking means drinking green beer, wearing ridiculous hats and generally dressing like an idiot while knowing nothing about what you’re celebrating.  Maybe we should all take note not to take ourselves and our damn holidays so seriously or separate everyone else from experiencing them.

I mean, how awesome would it be if we all celebrated Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Guy Fawkes Day, Australia Day, Martin Luther King Day, Canada Day … we keep adding days, we might be celebrating a whole lot more and maybe, just maybe, a little less pissed about all the other crap we end up moaning about.  We might come together as a people … imagine all the people, living life in peace.  I figure we wouldn’t have to go more than two weeks at the most without a holiday.  And I’m all for it.

Because in the end, whatever you’re celebrating, you get together with people, sometimes family, sometimes friends, ideally people you love or at least care enough about to go through the effort.  And however somber the holiday, and however much you moan about the insanity of your family or whomever you’re getting together with … there’s still a part of you that enjoys it and is glad you went through the effort when it’s all said and done.

I love holidays like Saint Patrick’s Day.  I don’t have to spend money on presents for the gazillion people in my family, I don’t have to travel insanely to spend face time with everyone, and yet it’s a day of fun green food, good wishes, and smiles.  I still haven’t jumped on the green beer wagon, since I’m pretty psyched about my amber to brown colored beer, but I don’t want to hold anyone else back from enjoying it.  I did, however, make my son a ridiculous green breakfast and send him off to school looking like the jolly green giant threw up on him.

The Irish.  They’ve suffered, been downtrodden and starved.  But, damn, they know how to have a good time, and to make sure those around them do as well.  When I went over one summer, just mentioning I was American meant I was bought beers all night.  It was the only time I remember my arm being sore from holding full pint glasses all night when I woke up the next morning.

So, unless you’re Scottish and sporting orange today, Happy Saint Patrick’s Day.  Can you still say “top o’ the morning to you!” in the afternoon?