Today I went on an adventure.

Having an iphone has enabled me to pick a direction and start driving. So that's what I did today, finding myself burdened with a few free hours. I had no plan and no idea where I wanted to go. I actually thought I might head south, or maybe find a beach. But as I pulled to the light at the entrance of my apartment complex, I put my left turn signal on to head back to this house someone I used to know once lived in.

@kitalita:
Reception is murder bad here. http://twitpic.com/38muf8

I'm not even kidding. Everything about that back-ass-wards area screams murder. Driving out there you have this fucking seven foot deep ditch directly next to the road. MURDER DITCH. I would have a photo for you but YOU CAN'T PULL OVER, THERE'S A MURDER DITCH THERE. And fuck if I'm gonna crane over with my camera and blindly click, even if the road is entirely fucking deserted. The reception out there? I'm pretty sure that tweet went through only when I got back on a well-maintained road about a half an hour later. And in case you all wondered about my sanity during this trip, I was either stopped or at a red light for every single one of these tweets. I'm adventurous, not suicidal.




I saw the sun set over the St John's river in the middle of nowhere.

@kitalita:
Somewhere between the east coast and sanford

@kitalita: First red light in 20 min

@kitalita: Never been more annoyed to see a taco bell http://twitpic.com/38n7ks

At this point I'd been driving around the country (and I mean COUUUNNTRY, as in a plywood sign with "RABBITS" and a phone number spray painted on it leaning against a telephone pole) for about an hour. I only saw two traffic lights in that entire time. And despite the fact that the soundtrack for this adventure was Girl Talk's new album, it only felt hipstery during the brief time that Karen O song from Where the Wild Things Are kicked in.

The arrival of the Taco Bell heralded the return to the massive fucking urban sprawl of the city, and the disappearance of anything photogenic. Although it took about another hour to make my way home, it became less an adventure of sightseeing and more a migratory dance party involving only the upper body. I did take ONE more detour to find the new location for Rocky's Replay.



The hot dogs are no longer only fifty cents but that loss has been made up for by way more floor space and the acquisition of new games, INCLUDING the Star Wars arcade game. So now when I hang out there I can impress people with more than my ability to fail spectacularly at Dance Dance Revolution.

This was a successful adventure, I think. An excellent way to spend the afternoon.

it was just one snicker I don't even

Kiran: i laughed at outsourced
me: :o
Kiran: i...am a disgrace to my people and the world
Kiran: laura
Kiran: do it
Kiran: take the gun
Kiran: and do it
Kiran: we talked about this
Kiran: now is the time
me: no kiran
me: I can't do it
Kiran: YOU HAVE TO
me: you'll have to find someone else
Kiran: oh god
Kiran: damn it laura
Kiran: we practiced
me: there has to be another way
Kiran: WE PRACTICED
Kiran: I WOULD DO THE SAME FOR YOU
me: I KNOW BUT IT'S HARD
me: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I CAN'T BEAR TO DO THIS TO YOU
me: BUT
Kiran: ITS LIKE
me: I KNOW IT CAN ONLY GET WORSE
Kiran: MICE AND MEN
Kiran: REMEMBER
Kiran: REMEMBER
me: GIVE ME THE GUN, KIRAN.
Kiran: TAKE IT
Kiran: TAKE IT
me: I...I HAVE TO DO THIS.
Kiran: I KNOW
Kiran: GOOD BYE LAURA
me: CLOSE YOUR EYES KIRAN
me: CLOSE YOUR EYES
Kiran: SWING LOOOOW
Kiran: SWEEEET CHARIOOOOOT

Mad Women

Washington Post: Why 'Mad Men' is TV's most feminist show

"Mad Men's" authentic portrait of women's lives in the early 1960s makes it hard for some women to watch. Over the course of its first three seasons, I interviewed almost 200 women from the same era for a new book on the Greatest Generation's wives and daughters. Many had suffered from the same numbness that plagued Betty Draper in the first season. They had seen psychiatrists who were as unhelpful and patronizing as the one Don Draper hired for his wife, or they had been married to men who displayed a sense of male entitlement similar to Don's. Those who had worked, whether before or after marriage, had experienced the same discrimination and sexual harassment as the female employees at the show's ad agency.

Yet to my surprise, most of these women refused to watch "Mad Men." Not because they found its portrayal of male-female relations unrealistic -- in fact, many recounted treatment in real life that was even more dramatic and horrifying than that on the show. It was precisely because "Mad Men" portrayed the sexism of that era so unflinchingly, they told me, that they could not bear to watch.

The rest of us, however, should tune in for a much-needed lesson on the devastating costs of a way of life that still evokes misplaced nostalgia. We should be glad that the writers are resisting the temptation to transform their female characters into contemporary heroines. They're not, and they cannot be. That is the brilliance of the show's script.

Me: And I got a new shirt, see?
Roommate: "The...velvet...underground." That doesn't make sense. What is that? Is that a band?

THIS IS THE LAST ONE

But for real, watch this.

I swear, I have more in my soul than just YouTube links.

But this one is still pretty excellent.

If all your friends are riding fixies. Just sayin'.

"I painted a tunnel on the side of the library. When it dries, I'm going for it."

If you thought for a minute about watching Community but FOR SOME REASON need further convincing, watch this.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM

Inception as black-and-white thriller. Bonus points for use of the Dali bits of Spellbound at the end. (And I didn't even have to look that up! I remembered it all by myself.)

A History Lesson with Justin Timberlake and Jimmy Fallon

Via kottke.

Photo of the day

Griffith Park, June 2010

I love all my children equally.

This one is for Diana. She's always wanted a child.

Catdog of Butts

Kiran: can you photoshop a giraffe horse for me?
me: A giraffe horse?!
Kiran: yes. half giraffe, half horse
me: which halves?
Kiran: both ass parts
me: so like, no head
Kiran: yes
me: a catdog of butts? that's going to look pretty sad
Kiran BITCH I WANT TO GENETICALLY ENGINEER IT AND RAISE IT LIKE MY BABY
me: a catdog with all butts
Kiran: Splice was the most heartwarming movie of the year btw