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I'm a big dork

But not as much of a dork as this guy. Gotta love 'im...                  

Casey's Funny (...or Shameless Indulgence for Highschool Friends)

Unless you actually know Casey Brown, and by "know" I mean "have spent an evening in her presence, preferably after you've shared a bottle of wine - or three - with her," you probably won't have any interest in the following videos and should just move along. But if you do know Casey, please feel free to indulge in the following moments of candid Casey-ness caught on film at Paige's bachelorette party when Katy thought her camera was on "picture" and not on "film" mode.

Exhibit A

No, I don't know what she's doing here, but it's an especially good clip when played over and over and over again.

Exhibit B

Casey, Debbie and Roya crack themselves up.

Exhibit C

Casey listens. She talks. She drops her cigarette. Meanwhile, Katy does some abstract art thing with her cinematography.

Ah, Casey Lou. How I love and miss that crazy redhead...

Best/Weirdest White Elephant Gift Ever

Can't say it was mine, either to give or to get. (My friend Laurie received it at a family gift exchange.) But I can share it with you. Because what could be better (worse?) than a taxidermied rat dressed as the Pope?

(Side story: When I was a kid, I bought my Jewish dad a birthday card with a picture of the Pope on it. I thought it was wildly appropriate, not in an ironic way, but because I had no idea it was the Pope. All I saw was a guy wearing what looked like a yarmulke. Yarmulke = Jewish. Jewish = Dad. Ah, kids...)

Watch This. Ready? Ok Go.

If you've already seen this, you know why I had to post it.

If you haven't, boy are you in for something good.

And if this doesn't crack your shit up, I'm sorry but you have no soul.

(BTW, if you're really sick, click here.)

Mmmm...diversions.

Some of my favorite recent links. Oh how I love them.

Because the only thing better than shoes is trannies singing about shoes.

And the only thing better than trannies singing about shoes are T-shirts made by ironic Jews.

While we're on the religious theme, here are some more reasons not to become Mormon (beyond the creepy underwear, I mean.)

And for my final trick — dun dun dun DUH! — the best video EVER.

You're welcome.

Cheesy Goodness

Remember that post about fatigue? And how I succumbed to it all weekend? Well what I was missing during that read, work and sleepfest was pretty much the best thing ever.

Seriously.

It was the 3rd Second Annual Grilled Cheese Invitational , an event hosted by a group of friends and freaks in L.A. who remind me why it's cool to be geeky and geeky to be cool.

For example? My friend Linda. She wore a black corset top and a skirt made of cheddar cheese singles to the event (I know this because I know how to look at pictures. Rememer, while the cheese was a' grillin', I was at home crying about missing it—and then reading my book.)

Is it the most fashionable skirt? Probably not. The most flattering? Well, it's not unflattering, but I've seen her look more conventionally sexy in a long black slinky number. And I don't think Viking Hats have come back into style yet. But could there be anything sexier than the vision that imagined this outfit, the ingenuity required to put it together, and the chutzpah to wear it out of the house? Let alone the brilliantly cheesy (pun intended) sense of humor required to get a kick out of this? I love it. I love every morsel of it. Which is why missing the GCI— and more importantly, missing a chance to write about the once-a-year event— was a heartbreak.

Sigh.

Maybe next year. At the 4th Second Annual Grilled Cheese Invitational.

Matzo Matzo Man, I wanna be a Matzo Man

A few weeks ago, my boyfriend and I went to our friends' second annual holiday feast. Last year didn't turn out so well, though we all looked pretty cute (I won't go into details here, but it involved me passed out on the bathroom floor at the end of it), but we had high hopes for this one. Not only because we've all grown up a lot since last year, but because of our potluck contribution: Matzo Ball soup. Yes, we bought the matzo ball mix. But Jeff also went to town with the soup stock: fresh sliced celery and onions, high quality baked chicken, etc. And even more importantly, we garnished the whole thing with our own special addition, The Matzo Man. Yes, it's a Snow Man. Made out of matzo balls. Yes, those are carrot arms with tiny individual fingers. Yes, he's wearing bow tie pasta and popcorn kernel eyes and a mouth made out of black tea. Yes, he's the cutest thing you've ever seen. And no, we couldn't bring ourselves to drop him in a bowl of steaming soup.

What's a partridge doing in a pear tree anyway?

When I was a kid, my sister and step-sister and I used to sit in the back of my step-mom's van and sing along to the radio. When Madonna's "Spanish Love" (or Spanish Eyes?) came on, we'd all sing the first verse together: "Last night, I dreamt of some pickle..."

Years later, I figured out she was saying "San Pedro," not "some pickle." But by then, it was too late. The song would forever be about marinated cucumbers for me.

Turns out there's a word for this kind of mix-up: it's called a mondegreen. And what's even better than this geeky tidbit of word-flavored information is the way I discovered it.

See, I'm preparing for Santa Con here in Santa Barbara, which a friend is starting this Friday at Elsie's. And I was cruising Tribe for naughty Christmas Carols when I came across these:

FROSTY THE PHOTON
=================
Frosty the Photon
He is such a quantum sight;
You can see him pass with a zero mass
and a speed as fast as light.

Frosty the Photon
Has a wavelength we all know
With an energy given by h f
And he's born when candles glow.

There wasn't any magic
In the physics lab that night
But when they split those atoms wide
Ol' Frosty came to light.

Frosty the Photon.
Knows he'll be absorbed, he fears.
But his energy and momentum too
Will live on for endless years.

(For more, click here: Download physics_carols.doc)

Naturally, I had to email them to my physics professors from college (who I befriended while still convinced I was going to be a physics major. And yes, I was a physics major for two years before swiching to writing. go figure). And so one of them, the fantastic physicist/poet Robert Reynolds, emailed his own little tidbit:

I was blown away a few years back to hear a description of the origin of the hard-to-understand "partridge in a pear tree".  What (I always asked, as I assume everyone does) is the partridge doing in a pear tree?

But I found out.  It's not...The song comes from the part of England nearest France and simply names the partridge twice, once in each language, thus:  "and a partridge une perdrix."

Further, the "five gold rings" refers to ring-necked pheasants, and the true line is "four collie birds" meaning coal black.

Cool, no?

All I can say is: 1. I love the people I've met in my life. 2. I love that I'm a big fat dork and I'm not the only one. 3. I love the Internet.

Oh, and 4. I've never been to San Pedro, but if it's half as good as pickles, I am so there.