Friday, December 30, 2011
Punny!
Gene Shalit loves puns, and SO DO I
Flying Monsters
Okay, so this is fucking horrifying. It's a combination of Holar's fear of birds and my fear of sea creatures: sea creatures that can fly. Commence nightmares.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Biological Fat Determinism
This article is so depressing. "The findings, the researchers wrote, suggest a form of “biological determinism” that can make a person susceptible to weight gain or loss."
Let's all just give up and eat some butter.
Lady Loves Guinness
"How'd you do that? Heck, I'm not even mad; that's amazing." - Store Owner
Provoking Thought of the Day
Sriracha obsessions are really en vogue, but I call overrated. Valentina is where it's at, and it goes on everything I eat. Also, it's like 2 dollars per gallon. If we had more than 9 loyal readers, I'm sure this statement would cause an internet uproar.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Happy Friday!
Rationale behind Snooki Friday dances: Sunday is Christmas. HB and mama Bear live in New Jersey. The Jersey Shore is in New Jersey. And Snooki is by far the best reason to watch Jersey Shore. Which, yes, okay, I also watch this reality show. I have low standards for entertainment.
This is how I feel about not being able to see them on Christmas: Sad Robot.
This is how I feel about HB coming to California in January:And this is Snookie flashing her lady bits to the world:
All from reality tv gifs - go waste some time there. |
Literally Unbelievable
Facebook is awesome for allowing the idiots who watch Fox News to out themselves as idiots that watch Fox News. I found the awesome blog Literally Unbelievable a while back and still love it. And here's an awesome "best of " from uproxx. These are the people that are wondering why they haven't been able to buy their K'ronnika concert tickets yet.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Call me BenDonna
I loved Big Love, and it probably comes as no surprise that I also watch Sister Wives when the mood strikes. Have you seen these kids' names? My favorites are: Mykelti, Truely (was Maeby Bluth a Mormon?), Aspyn, Ysabel. They really prefer Y's, don't they?
If you're really into Utah baby names, here's another great list.
Want to know what your name would be if you were born into the faith? Here's a Mormon name generator for your enjoyment. Holar Bear's Mormon name? Christmas Holiday B'andra. I think it really suits her.
If you're really into Utah baby names, here's another great list.
Sierra, Farrah, Dolly, Deborah, and Candy
Did you guys see Real Housewives of Atlanta this week? The best part of the show, by far, was the credit given to Kim's wigs... which she names:
I'm still waiting for the perfect occasion to throw the RH themed party that lives in my mind as the greatest concept of all time. Seriously, someone out there hire me or make me plan your bachelorette, and you'll be rewarded with the greatest theme party of all time. I've done my research.
Source |
Baby Holar Bear
The belly! The flat on the face sleep position. All of it is the cutest.
Putting the Ho in Holidays
Now it's not only sexy-o-ween, it's sexmas. This isn't really NSFW so much as, you'd be really embarrassed if your boss saw you looking at this. Be warned.
So creepy.
So creepy.
Will's "Urban" Dance Moves
I can't even respond to this because my ovaries are busy exploding... but it's a crush not just on William, but Kate too. Is that weird?
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
The R&B could come back?
Apparently R. Kelly has written 32 more chapters of Trapped in the Closet and is looking for funding... someone rich, quick! Save the R&B!
Peeve Rant: "Holiday Weight"
I really wish my exercise instructor ladies would not try to food-shame me around the Holidays. Let me preface this by saying that I love my exercise studio. The classes are efficient and effective, and I'm not asked to breathe painful memories from my thighs or massage my bowel with the Pavanamuktasana (real name) pose.
Anyway, about 3 weeks before Thanksgiving, several of the instructors started trying to make all of us either die or puke in class. ALL of the instructors mysteriously added an additional round of cardio. I had nightmares about burpies. Then, one of the kinder, more nurturing instructors admitted that they had all gotten together and decided that, because of the holidays, they should take it up a notch in order to help us combat "all of our holiday weight gain."
Nice sentiment (I guess?), but I'm really just kind of over people/lady mags/exercise instructors/morning shows talking about this as if it's a real thing. Let's be real: maybe this was a thing in Pilgrim times when people were eating corn and acorn mush on a daily basis, and then seriously FEASTING when it was peace time with the Indians (that's how it happened, right?).
But come on you guys. We're m-f'ing obese Americans. Does a day of home-made stuffing and turkey really make a huge difference? Our average restaurant meal is like 1000 calories. Do your exercise instructors add extra cardio during Cheesecake Factory season? I would wager that for many Americans, that Holiday meal is actually healthier than their order at a restaurant.
So yes, please stop shaming me over "holiday weight gain." I have no problem getting my ass kicked by you, lady instructor. In fact, that's what I'm paying your for. But my slice of apple pie is my choice, and I don't want to hear about it from you.
This also applies to any mention of bikini season. I exercise because it's good for me and keeps me sane, not because I will ever look good in a bikini.
Rant over. Thanks for listening.
Anyway, about 3 weeks before Thanksgiving, several of the instructors started trying to make all of us either die or puke in class. ALL of the instructors mysteriously added an additional round of cardio. I had nightmares about burpies. Then, one of the kinder, more nurturing instructors admitted that they had all gotten together and decided that, because of the holidays, they should take it up a notch in order to help us combat "all of our holiday weight gain."
Nice sentiment (I guess?), but I'm really just kind of over people/lady mags/exercise instructors/morning shows talking about this as if it's a real thing. Let's be real: maybe this was a thing in Pilgrim times when people were eating corn and acorn mush on a daily basis, and then seriously FEASTING when it was peace time with the Indians (that's how it happened, right?).
But come on you guys. We're m-f'ing obese Americans. Does a day of home-made stuffing and turkey really make a huge difference? Our average restaurant meal is like 1000 calories. Do your exercise instructors add extra cardio during Cheesecake Factory season? I would wager that for many Americans, that Holiday meal is actually healthier than their order at a restaurant.
So yes, please stop shaming me over "holiday weight gain." I have no problem getting my ass kicked by you, lady instructor. In fact, that's what I'm paying your for. But my slice of apple pie is my choice, and I don't want to hear about it from you.
This also applies to any mention of bikini season. I exercise because it's good for me and keeps me sane, not because I will ever look good in a bikini.
Rant over. Thanks for listening.
Portlandia Speaks Truth
This is a re-enactment of the times we started watching:
Mad Men
Breaking Bad
The Wire
24
and, taking it old school, the OC
It's like a Booty Tsunami
Pop Star's Single, 'Booty Wave', Most Likely Civilization's Downfall
In other news, K'ronikka will the name of HB's first born, regardless of gender.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
I've barely had any time for the internet today
But I still found this and love it.
Monday, December 19, 2011
My Condition has a Name
So that reaction I have where I turn into the Incredible Hulk and glare murderously at open-mouth-chewers is a real thing.
Source |
Be warned, dude on the elevator who started digging into his plate of Indian food and chewing like a cow: I may attack at any moment. I suffer from Misophonia, and I think I've done a remarkably good job of controlling my symptoms to date.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
I'm Untouchable, Bitch
I fucking love Lifetime made for TV movies.
Angela Chase has a Potty Mouth
I just want to keep watching this over and over and over again.
Happy Friday!
Happy Friday! I couldn't decide on one dance this week, since sexy Camille and sexy Galifianakis both spoke to me. And there's some bonus sexy as inspiration for your sexy weekends. Enjoy!
Bonus Sexy Friday Fun:
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Hometown Shame: Hygiene and Appearance Edition
"According to the survey, Sacramento residents also report worse personal hygiene than any other city." Oh, and apparently the men are the worst looking anywhere.
On Sunday I Stumbled into the Twilight Zone
We need to talk about something crazy that happened to me on Sunday night.
I'm home alone, still recovering from Friday night Holiday party shenanigans (leave me alone, I'm old), and flipping through the channels looking for something to pass the time. I did something I rarely do: take the guide on down below ESPN and Bravo to the network stations, hoping that I'll find a new procedural or fairy tale-based crime drama to watch. Something strange caught my eye: a program called simply "Dance Party" on channel 13. Of course I surfed on over, and this is what I found:
I'm home alone, still recovering from Friday night Holiday party shenanigans (leave me alone, I'm old), and flipping through the channels looking for something to pass the time. I did something I rarely do: take the guide on down below ESPN and Bravo to the network stations, hoping that I'll find a new procedural or fairy tale-based crime drama to watch. Something strange caught my eye: a program called simply "Dance Party" on channel 13. Of course I surfed on over, and this is what I found:
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Looking for a Few Good Women
I'm in this weird place in my life where all of my best friends live really, really far away. I talk to them all the time over email and chat, but there's the whole "in person" social life thing that's really suffering. I also recently moved to a new city and started a new job, for which I'm not traveling and I actually have the free time to spend with friends and have a social life outside of my project team. So for the first time since my painfully, horribly awkward first year of college, I'm in a position where I need to make new friends.
I always score a solid "I" on the Myers-Briggs personality test, and I like to delude myself into the thinking that my awkwardness is part of my charm. But basically, I'm genetically predetermined to be bad at making friends. The going has been slow, but I have made some strides and met a couple of awesome new friends. The path to having someone other than my dad as activity partner/best friend was littered with some false starts.
I've discovered a good number of "deal breakers" in making awesome new girl friends (side note/new theory alert: now that I'm happily attached and not looking for dudes, looking for awesome girlfriends has become a lot like dating). I'm not one of those people that just gets along with everyone. If you know me, this probably doesn't come as a surprise to you. I'm not proud of it, but here a few of the things that quickly indicate to me that my friend-candidate may not be a fit.
Best Friends of my dreams |
I've discovered a good number of "deal breakers" in making awesome new girl friends (side note/new theory alert: now that I'm happily attached and not looking for dudes, looking for awesome girlfriends has become a lot like dating). I'm not one of those people that just gets along with everyone. If you know me, this probably doesn't come as a surprise to you. I'm not proud of it, but here a few of the things that quickly indicate to me that my friend-candidate may not be a fit.
Notorious S.I.R.I., or: Robot Rapping
Fashion Tips for the Modern Woman
"So many of you have wroten to us and asked us how we can remain beautiful after 35 years in television.
Well, we can't help you with your ugly. But we can give you some tips. About makeup, style, pizazz, and getting that look."
Seriously, Ladies Love Julie Klausner.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Ladies Love Julie Klausner
"Speaking of Sapphic titillation, I must admit to emitting a Rick Perry–ian homophobic howl when Brandi and Camille rubbed their sinewy leatherbodies against each other, like they were marking the jilted territory Kelsey Grammer and Eddie Cibrian left to dry. This was after a painful scene in which bra-less Brandi auditioned for the part of “Animal in heat presenting” as she, Camille, Dana, and Adrienne bowled a game in the classy and elegant “Lebowski” suite of the Palms Casino and Fun-time Calamari Palace."I cannot get enough of Julie Klausner's RHOBH recaps. The Monday night ritual of red wine + Kim Richards followed by the Tuesday morning recap makes the beginning of the week bearable. Keep it coming, Lady Klausner. If you're all caught up on your other online procrastinating, also check out her podcast, "how was your week?" If you read a lot of internet, chances are she's covering topics you'll love.
Also, there's this:
Call your Girlfriend
His commitment is super inspirational, and I'm strangely attracted to him in that crop-fur-hooded-confection.
The Dailywh.at
Monday, December 12, 2011
Hot Cops
Remember when I "live" tweeted my half marathon 2 days after the fact, and mentioned the Hot Cops that ran with me for part of the way? Obviously I couldn't take pictures while I was running, but the event folks just put up their galleries, and I wanted to share the sexy with you all (our 9 loyal readers):
I was not exaggerating the sexy.
You can feel the chafe from here. I wonder what happened to Hot Cop #3.
Baller on a Budget: Christmas
Are you broke like me? I'm so broke that I'm making all my Christmas presents for my friends and family. I'm sure they'll be thrilled. I can't post this year's awesome gifts until I send them, but wanted to share one of my favorite past homemade goods: a hand made holiday card crafted just for HB:
Shit We Say
So I promised myself I wouldn't post anything today until I finished my work. Oops, I lied slash procrastinated, and it was worth it because I found this:
Oh my god the chips eating part. That's me.
Thanks Hairpin.
Oh my god the chips eating part. That's me.
Thanks Hairpin.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Happy Birthday Holar Bear!
I am a Holar Bear, I live North of everywhere, I live at the top of the world! The furry white coat, I wear in the snow, keeps me warm when it's 20 below!
Friday, December 9, 2011
Happy Friday!
It is my understanding that we have a new reader submitted Friday dance, but I can't yet access it. Tragedy! We'll either post it as soon as we can, or save it for next week. In it's stead, here are Pete and Trudy Campbell busting a move.
Tonight I'm going to my Mad Men themed work Holiday party. In honor of the theme I'm going to get myself knocked up and smoke some cigarettes and drink some scotch. Just kidding. About the knocked up and cigarettes part.
Tonight I'm going to my Mad Men themed work Holiday party. In honor of the theme I'm going to get myself knocked up and smoke some cigarettes and drink some scotch. Just kidding. About the knocked up and cigarettes part.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
My Favorite Pageant Family Ever
I hope you were all watching Toddlers & Tiaras last night. What, you missed it? Well, you missed out. Last night's episode featured quite possibly the greatest pageant family of all time. They have a son and a daughter that compete.
The father gleefully coaches his daughter Riley, behind his wife's back, to make this face at the judges:
Do You Think Justin Timberlake Knows...
Do you guys think that Justin Timberlake knows that the tunes he made with The Lonely Island are by far the best music he has ever made? Someone should tell him.
I think he probably already knows that these are his best looks.
(Audio NSFW)
I think he probably already knows that these are his best looks.
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Wednesday, December 7, 2011
The Creepiest Things the Crazy Old Man in your Apartment Can Say to you
There is a crazy old man that lives in the first apartment by the front door of my building. He drinks copious amounts of Old English 40s and pushes a creaking shopping cart around the neighborhood. Last weekend I saw him wheeling a four foot tall stuffed dog sculpture (not taxidermy-ed, thank god) towards our building.
He really likes to talk to us. His voice kind of sounds like a spanish accented, high pitched, Mr. Rogers. I know that he is probably lonely so I generally oblige him, but always keep walking. You must keep moving or you will be trapped. He often says things that are just so creepy that I put the chain on when I get into my apartment. I mean no ill-will, it's just that sometimes I'm afraid he wants to make a skin suit with me. Here are the top 6 (please read these in your best, high-pitched-spanish-accented-mr. rogers voice):
6. "Creaaaaaaak....creaaaaaaaak.....creaaaaaaaaak" - sound of his shopping cart through the dark, foggy night
5. "I have a tiger statue that I want to place in front of my door but I'm afraid your dogs might be scared as they are also animals. Do you think the tiger animal statue would scare your dogs?"
4. "HOW DID YOU DO THAT!!!!?" - in reference to my pulling my car into the parking spot in the garage
3. "Thank you for living here!"
2. "You're preeeeeeeeetttttttttyyyyyyy." - said from the corner of the dark garage
1. "You have beautiful skin!" - said as I was walking in from a workout
He really likes to talk to us. His voice kind of sounds like a spanish accented, high pitched, Mr. Rogers. I know that he is probably lonely so I generally oblige him, but always keep walking. You must keep moving or you will be trapped. He often says things that are just so creepy that I put the chain on when I get into my apartment. I mean no ill-will, it's just that sometimes I'm afraid he wants to make a skin suit with me. Here are the top 6 (please read these in your best, high-pitched-spanish-accented-mr. rogers voice):
6. "Creaaaaaaak....creaaaaaaaak.....creaaaaaaaaak" - sound of his shopping cart through the dark, foggy night
5. "I have a tiger statue that I want to place in front of my door but I'm afraid your dogs might be scared as they are also animals. Do you think the tiger animal statue would scare your dogs?"
4. "HOW DID YOU DO THAT!!!!?" - in reference to my pulling my car into the parking spot in the garage
3. "Thank you for living here!"
2. "You're preeeeeeeeetttttttttyyyyyyy." - said from the corner of the dark garage
1. "You have beautiful skin!" - said as I was walking in from a workout
Lisa Frank makes clothing. In adult sizes.
In case you were looking for the perfect holiday gift for me or HB. I love this polar fleece so hard. When I moved I found my sticker collection from childhood. Yes I did go through the whole box and pick out every Lisa Frank sticker for the "save" pile. The rest went in the trash. Hello, rainbow loving panda bear.
And now I want a Porcupine, too
I feel like Teddy and I have a lot in common. This is exactly how I react when presented with a big chunk of Mt. Tam Triple Cream or cave aged gruyere.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
More Happy Endings
"My penis is running away from the cops and needs a place to hide." - Best pickup line of all time
Exercise Inspiration
This is definitely going to be the next big thing in fitness.
Moves Like Jagger
I was pretty ecstatic when I saw Charlie on It's Always Sunny interpreting my move last season. Now I'm watching this on repeat while writing a training document. It's like a little moment of zen for me. Totally normal.
Competitive Yoga.
As a person that has never in my life been able to touch my toes, this made me throw up in my mouth a little bit. I do, however, take this as proof that the "beautiful pretzels" from my past yoga classes are in fact competitive m-f'ers, and not peaceful seekers of inner peace, like they claim.
Monday, December 5, 2011
My life in Buzz Words: Calling Comcast
The language and jargon inherent to business life is so ridiculous to me, but to be successful you really do need to start using the words, or you stick out like a sore thumb. I'm good at blending in at work by using these words in meetings and written communications, but I’d like to start using my buzz words in my everyday life. The problem is I’m just not good at doing this live in non-business situations. So here, I’m going to re-imagine some of my every day interactions as business-pants interactions, meaning: all buzz words, all the time. Below is both how the conversation really went, and how it would go if I was wearing my business pants.
Today: Calling Comcast to change my service and save some skrilla.
Comcast Rep: Hi, thank you for calling Comcast, what can I help you with today?
Biscuit: Hi, I wanted to cancel a couple of channels and talk about my bill, it seems really high.
(Business Biscuit: Hello. My bill rate is exceeding forecast. I’d like to review my statement of service and potentially sunset some of my current options, because, at the end of the day, the total costs here aren’t sustainable.)
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Arrested Westeros
By now, you may have picked up on the fact that I love Arrested Development and Game of Thrones. In fact, if I'm ever able to adopt a third dog to join George Michael and Sweet Dee, chances are his name will be Khal Drogo. So, I'm pretty excited about the most recent AD mash-up blog I've found: Arrested Westeros. Enjoy.
Unicorn Christmas? I think so...
Regardless of your feelings about Lady Gaga, this is the greatest Christmas stocking ever. It has a mane and a sparkly horn. I am positive it can hold far more that it appears to hold...because its a unicorn. It is available for purchase here.
Labels:
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Internets Gems,
Magic,
Time Wasters
Are you watching "Happy Endings?"
Friday, December 2, 2011
Happy Friday!
The submissions for the Friday Dance are pouring in nowadays. Here is this week's winner. Inspiration: general office sexiness.
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Business Time,
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Music
Where has all the R&B gone?
Ok, at the risk of sounding older than my years, what in the hell is up with music these days?
In our day you couldn't turn around without being sexily serenaded by a group of young men or women dressed in coordinated urban evening wear. Biscuit put up some excellent examples the other day.
Nowadays literally EVERY song on the radio (regardless of claimed genre) is actually a techno song (or electronic dance music as the interwebs clarified for me). R&B was about making slow sweet love. Techno is about robots and humping at jack rabbit speeds. Sure our parents disapproved of the sexy lovemaking themes in our music. But I bet they would have caged us until we were 30 if all the love were removed from the music, the sex was taken up a notch, and the speed cranked up a couple hundred BPM's.
I blame white people. When R&B slow jams hit it big, white tweens everywhere were faced with the daunting task of developing rhythm and learning new dances that involve the groin muscles, like the butterfly. They've been battling that ever since. Enter "Electronic Dance Music," and all of the sudden bouncing and dry humping counts as dancing, and white people can go to clubs again. That's how it started. And now it's rampant. It's ruining the lives of all the people with soul.
What? You disagree? Suck it.
Exhibit A: Even Usher has been corrupted.
Usher circa 1997: You Make Me Wanna
Note the dancers brought in to make Usher into a group. Note the use of a keyboard set to "Spanish Guitar". Note the unbuttoned shirt, gold chain, and wave cap. Mostly, note that this is smooth, grindable, R&B.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
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