Falafel, parodies, hamsters

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.


1 alianora { 12.08.09 at 9:56 pm }

On a bookshelf at my parents’ house is a shoebox collaged over with magazine pictures of cute guys, weird quotes from Sassy and other bizarre teen mags, and who knows what else.

Inside is a collection of strange things that are somehow related to my then best friend and I’s crushes. Including a collection of the..you know the things that stay around the neck of a bottle when you open the cap? A whole collection of those. Because my crush saved them for me and gave them to me at lunch from his drink.

No, I dont know either.

Also included are handwritten lists of goofy rules on how to care for your *INSERT CRUSH’S NAME HERE*

2 Rachel D { 12.08.09 at 11:34 pm }

The only reason I don’t have an incredibly embarrassing diary (with a purple plastic cover) in my keepsakes box is because I threw it away a few years ago. And I stand by that decision.
I do have several papers from middle school and high school English that are almost as cringe inducing. Not sure why they made the cut.

3 Leigh Ann { 12.09.09 at 9:33 am }

oh, i have a whole box full of high school memories! and not just any ol’ box. my dad (who, i guess knew me better than i thought) bought me for Christmas one year in high school a mahogany engraved memory box! it’s full of embarrassing notes, pictures, and glow in the dark condoms (bought on a dare!) but, it also has some pretty cool stuff. the part of the basketball net that i got to cut down as a senior after winning the county championship. my ALL-Tournament medal from volleyball, and the cardboard coasters from Chile’s where the varsity softball team (who won the state championship the year before) took me as a freshman to “induct” me onto the team! yep, i was a freshman on a returning varsity state champion team! sooooo awesome! so i guess whenever i’m feeling down i can open that box (and filter trough all the cringe-worthy diaries, notes, and pictures) and look at all my sport accomplishments and think “wow, i was cool….once upon a time.”

4 Dorothy { 12.09.09 at 11:10 am }

We did keep a gerbil in a box in a garage freezer for a while…but then we moved.

Leigh Ann – I have Chili’s coasters too! That is where we always went before going to a movie in high school. Or after going to kickboxing class – counterproductive, I know, but that’s what we did. And you are still cool.

I have a huge memory box and scrapbooks with pictures and concert and movie ticket stubs – that is what I spent most of my time doing since I was non-athletic or musical and had no hobbies. There is also a toothbrush melted into a bracelet that a friend made for me (that yes, I actually wore). I haven’t looked in this box since I downsized from three boxes to one before I got married. ( I did have separate middle school, high school, and college boxes). I used to save EVERYTHING.

Perhaps I will mosey on up to the attic to see what’s in there over Christmas break. could be scary.

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