AnonyMouse

Fell in Love with Blog

I never would have thought it possible but when I wasn't looking I found my soul mate. She is updated daily and takes the piss out of celebrities in the most snarky way known in existence. *sigh*

Here is how we met...

DrunkenMouse: for the record: GREAT LINK: http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/go_fug_yourself/2006/04/just_my_fug_1.html
DrunkenMouse: thanks for that
MadCat: lol
MadCat: it's one of my favorite sites
DrunkenMouse: omg. i love this site now
MadCat: i added the caption in the blog b/c my commenter seemed to think that was a photo of me
MadCat: and i was like....uhmmm
DrunkenMouse: it is organized by celeb
MadCat: that's not me. i wish. but no
DrunkenMouse: you don't wish
MadCat: yes
DrunkenMouse: she is evil
MadCat: like they blog daily, but then they categorize
MadCat: i like her
MadCat: she's interesting
DrunkenMouse: it's great! and Bai Ling is like 50 years old: http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/go_fug_yourself/bai_ling/index.html
DrunkenMouse: FYI
MadCat: haha
MadCat: they're bai ling stuff is hysterical
DrunkenMouse: seriously. this site is my new best friend. we are going to do everything together
MadCat: yah!
MadCat: they're very mockatory
MadCat: in the best non-mean way
DrunkenMouse: seriously. i didnt know it was possible to fall in love with words
DrunkenMouse: i am smitten by the snark
MadCat: best quote ever

Bad Ass Clark

I just got back from seeing one of my favorite bands, Morningwood with Woodchuck and as is often the case when I see a live show, saw the most kick ass opening act -- Action Action.

These kids fucking ROCK!

Most especially their bassist Clark, aka Bad Ass Clark, who I met and is is keen on tossing said bass in the air and catching it whilst playing. Be careful bro, that is how Kurt Cobain's guitarist assed out on TV.

Morningwood was of course the shit and I discovered that Chantal is the absolute twin of Chica. They are the same person -- it's scary.

The Sounds headlined and rocked the fuck out of the place. Good choice on tourmates ya'll -- for reals!

Carbonate My Coffee

Oh the goodness!

I hate carbonated drinks, but boy, do I love coffee. Though I know it comes from an evil soft drink company that's only goal is to get me hopped up on sugar and ruin my teeth, you gotta love that sexy packaging.

If there are certain things that I am a sucker for it is a good ad campaign and great design. I am sure this beverage will taste like granulated skunk rectums, but fuck it! Go to Coca-Cola Blak and tell me that sexy voice doesn't make you want some coffee-flavored sex in a bottle.

Yeah...

Sounds good, don't it?

Morningwood, Fucking New Yorkers

I am sure people are gonna be all about this band in the coming months. I mean their name is Morningwood, so they've already endeared themselves to every hipster shit who thinks he is clever.

Anyway, I found out this morning that this band was playing at the Bowery from the office bathroom paper and was intrigued. Of course, the fucking show was sold out in like 10 fucking seconds after they showed up in the paper.

And I've been itching to see a good rock show lately. Fucking Time Out reading bitches!

Since JohnnyStorm bought me some iTunes music credit for Xmas , I used my last $5.08 to purchase their album, which is pretty good people. The Mouse doth not shiteth thee. So I am Currently Rockin' them and if you click on said list you can sample them off Amazon.

This is Why I *Heart* My Friends

My New Year's Mortification has been trumped by a gentle reminder from a friend.

oh my mouse,

is it time already for a tutorial on the ways of the dating siesta?

siesta=no dating=no attempting to date=no hitting on the ladies (and no attempting to hit on the ladies).

You wanna switch things up, hit on the men, I'll allow that.

But no ladies. You're taking a frickin' siesta.

A secret of the siesta: the more you're unavailable mouse, the more you're gee-i'd-like-to-date-you-but-i'm-on-this-siesta -thing mouse, the more the ladies'll love ya.

- Mads

Lesson learned Obi-Mads Kenobi.

The "no attempting" is usually how I roll, but watching T-Bone work must have coerced something male and very, very stoopid in me. (Might have also been the many, many beers)

I am much happier to continue along the Way of the Siesta.

Good Monday

I went iceskating for the Sweetest Girl 's birthday party and didn't do so badly considering that I had been on iceskates only one other time in my life. The experience was the same as then:

        Don't fall. Don't fall. Don't fall.

I didn't fall. Though I came close a few times. Fortunately, I was supported by my male ego and determined not to bust my ass in front of the quartet of girls, among which one obviously thought I was cute. Mind you Drunken Mouse is a shite opener as it is, so trying to mac on ice is courting disaster.

We decided that wearing painful and unwashed skates had worn lost its novelty and decided to go get drunk. Yay.

I was feeling pretty down that day about the breakup but company kept me distracted until I went out for a smoke with Types. I started to bitch a bit about how women often complain about finding a good man but still don't seem quite satisfied when they get one. This bitchfest was inspired by my buddy A-Mos recently getting the boot in the same exact manner as I, sans the friendly.

So anyway, Types and I go out for a smoke and cigarette dangling from his lips in his dishevled, should-be-British-but-I-am-not sort of way, say the most brilliant thing ever:

"Life is sort of tragic that way, when two people are not at the same place at the same time."

Fuck you, Types! I didn't need that sort of logic being introduced into my personal melodrama, but it made me feel infinitely better.

I like to tell the consoling friends that "shit happens" but it is usually my flippant way of avoiding a discussion of the situation. Though after Types pearl of wisdom, I feel I can actually take that statement to heart more. We can't control what the other person feels and if that means that you can't be together, so be it.