Flexing My Poop Falafels

You do know, of course, that announcing anything having to do with writing, as in, I Got A Cool Writing Gig, or say, I Hope To Become A Writer: Lo See How It Beginneth, will immediately render your brain as useless as bellybutton lint and dry up your creative juices faster than a four pound bag of silica gel.  I knew this, and yet like a dummy I yakked it up and now cannot think of my own phone number.  But let’s be positive about things, shall we?  Look at what good practice this is for writer’s block!  See how my skills are being honed as I grapple with word constipation! In fact, I will just make myself come up with some words right now! Right off the top of my head! Elephant! Appendix! Consternation! Poop! Falafel!

Clearly, I am bound for greatness.

Moving On

I have a tendency to pick up on trends well after they have had their moment and subject everyone around me to rehashing fads that did not even deserve to be hashed in the first place.  See also: Hypercolor t-shirts, skinny jeans, Pandora, blogging.  However, the minute I saw this parodying craze I got an idea, and I couldn’t NOT do it, and after doing it, I couldn’t NOT show it to you. So there you have it.

The first clip is the original (very violent, FYI) scene from the show The O.C., wherein Imogen Heap’s haunting music is used to heighten a dramatic moment.  The second clip is a parody of the first clip, done by SNL (ad plays first).  The third is, well, the third is two hours of sleep that I will never get back.

Original OC clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3umNk9nVxbQ

SNL spoof: http://www.ebaumsworld.com/video/watch/18964/

Aaaaand…this: http://www.vimeo.com/8054921

You’re welcome. Or, I’m sorry.  Whichever.

Real Quick

When I went through that box of memorabilia the other day it made me wonder what other people might save from their past.  Love letters? Photos? Baby teeth? Dried flowers? Your pet hamster from 2nd grade?

I figure that a box that makes me lose at least an hour of my day any time I open it has got some stories to tell, so I am going to do a few posts featuring artifacts from my sordid past, and would love to hear what you’ve got lurking around in the back corner of your closets.  Do tell.

Except maybe not about the hamster.