Poppy wants it to be the weekend so she can get some McLovin:
Yahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
You know SuperBad is gonna be supergood, at least the parts written (by Seth Rogen) with Seth Rogen in them.
Poppy wants it to be the weekend so she can get some McLovin:
Yahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
You know SuperBad is gonna be supergood, at least the parts written (by Seth Rogen) with Seth Rogen in them.
I’d pay good money to see William Shatner sing the Violent Femmes song Blister in the Sun in his stilted, pausy Shatner style.
Dunno why I’ve always loved that song so much, since I don’t do the drugs. Maybe it’s the reference to “big hands”.
SGP coming up later today.
Oh, that title’s kinda dirty. Hmm.
This one’s for wHall who is trying to outbreak me.
Word 2 ur motha’s motha.
Not an actual breakdance, but you knoooooow she wanted to bust out her moves. In case you’re not familiar, that’s “Top That!” from the 1989 movie Teen Witch. (If you don’t feel totally embarrassed after watching that clip then I commend you for your imperviousness.)
The glads are in full swing, as are the caterpillars:
Rest of the 42-photo set is over at flickr.
Also, randomly, a video of me slicing open a milkweed pod for your viewing pleasure:
I’m sad Sara Von Gillern got kicked off SYTYCD but it’s not for her lack of talent or for her lack of smokin’ hotedness as the best b-girl around.
For her farewell I give you her best two performances.
Disco:
Solo:
Yummmmmmmmmmmm.
Update: Since no one can see when I link off to stuff because dark blue and black look similar when the font is small I have BOLDED the link to b-girl. I don’t expect everyone to know what a b-girl is because you didn’t grow up in my world. So, if you were wondering what a b-girl is please just click the word b-girl above. But not here, because I’m too lazy to link it here.
Update 2: wHall explains that I misinterpreted his unfortunately worded comment, and he did actually use my link to learn about b-girls. It’s fascinating stuff! I probably wouldn’t know anything about them if Karalee hadn’t danced with the boys on that flattened cardboard in the middle school cafeteria. She was such a badass…
I’m all done with this blog silence, especially since Hay let you all in on what’s going on in our very private life via his comment. He means well, and I’m not taking it down, but I do not want your pity or whatever. This blog isn’t about that and it won’t become about that. So, um, hi, I’m not going to be talking about that here.
Moving on!
I’m sorry, I know I just hurt a lot of ear drums. But for a very good reason. Dawg is awesome:
Let’s just admit it, I wouldn’t have bothered to post this if it weren’t for Mel guilt tripping me. Which totally doesn’t work on me because I don’t feel guilt, but I still do owe her a video.
There ya go, sweetie!
Vlog, vlog, vlog: You know I’m obsessed with Paperlilies, right? She’s, like, my sister. Except she barely knows I exist. … And I talk about some other stuff and look (sechsee? sessee? whatever you all call it) while I do it.
Yes, I have an itchy trigger finger. So, I’ll say it properly here: Bye!