Saturday, May 31, 2008

Dear Shirtless Dog Park Man...

I'm sorry. I really hate to be the one to have to break it you. But...

*Dog Parks*










...plus...

*Fit-like-soft-serve shirtless man*










DO *NOT* MIX!!!!!!!
I mean really, dude. I know that you likely used to weigh over 300lbs and so you're really thrilled that you've lost the weight and all. Good for you! The fact that you hit the gym six days a week and have some muscles you'd like to show off (in spite of your still-slightly-soft center) is great. Kudos for you for working so hard. But honestly Keane -- can I call you Keane? -- do you hafta do it at the DOG PARK??

There are women! Children!! DOGS!!! You're just asking for Judo the Jindo to think you're a standing piece of turkey jerky. Or a huge snausage. Either way, it's bad news for you, buddy.

Please don't get me wrong; I'm sure you're a nice guy. After all, you took it upon yourself to schlep your dog to the dog park on a sunny day when you could be doing other things. Clearly, you are mensch. I send many a mazel your way, Keane.

Now put your damn shirt on.

That's all I ask.

Sincerely,
An Advocate of Appropriate Apparel

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Boys Will Be Boys

Alright boys, it's time to make a decision. And it's a toughie.

Do you want me...
Or the Xbox...


I know, I know. It's like asking Britney Spears to make the ultimate choice between frappuccinos and sugar-free Red Bulls. Impossible. Unthinkable. Inhumane.

Luckily, underneath my icy blue-eyed and pale skinned exterior, I do have a heart.
And so I shall happily help you with what may ultimately be the hardest decision of your young 20-something life.

VOILA! A handy dandy comparison list of Pros, with the presupposition that you will indeed choose the Xbox over having a girlfriend.


Reasons to pick the Xbox!

  1. Bill Gates likes Xbox, and is a very successful man (or so I'm told).
  2. It's cheaper and more convenient than finding something new and competitive to do every day (e.g. paintballing, pillowfighting, ATVing, mattress surfing. ...Ok mattress surfing may be cheaper but having to haul it out to yer pickup truck or Chevy Blazer ain't convenient).
  3. You can do it in your underwear, with a beer in one hand and the controller in the other.
  4. It can't leave you, talk back to you, or ask you to take out the garbage.
  5. Vladamir Putin fully endorses Call of Duty 4.




Reasons to pick having a girlfriend!
  1. Girlfriends will heal your paintball wounds, help pick the feathers out of your shoes when you go pillowfighting, and will drive you to the ER after mattress surfing.
  2. Your Xbox will cheat on you with anyone who shows interest. Your girlfriend won't.
  3. Good girlfriends will cook for you, while your Xbox will let you starve or subsist on cold pizza.
  4. Xbox game points are not redeemable for sexual favors. Points with girlfriend are.
  5. Would you rather have to fight aliens or fight off chicks? Yup, that's what I thought.

In conclusion, I suggest you pick me. Because I'm awesome. And flexible.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

The Knot that binds. Or makes you crazy.

Let it be said: The Knot makes me crazy.

Flowers! Cake! Photographer! Chocolate-Hazelnut-Biscotti-Vanilla Ice Sculpture! Of a swan!

Honestly, where do people get the money for a wedding? Does every bride's family have $40,000 to throw away on prosciutto-wrapped asparagus appetizers and a harpist? If so, they should be shot. Or at the very least, chastised for not giving that money to charity or using it constructively somehow.

When did weddings become less about the joining of two lives into one and more about how many acrobats one would need to aptly make the shape of the bride and groom's monogrammed initials?

I suppose it doesn't help that I live in Los Angeles, where the "average" wedding entails a couture gown and an ocean view. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I'm slightly jealous. Ok, more than slightly. I have an appreciation for the finer things in life; I know my 2-ply cashmere from my single ply, what order to use my silverware in, the virtues of used-brick and ivy, and that a trip to the Kentucky Derby requires a big, expensive, well-made hat.

Alas, the silver spoon in my mouth is actually made of stainless steel. And we got it at Pic-and-Save -- oh wait, Big Lots. Aaah, to grow up in Van Nuys. As such, I have to come to terms with the fact that if I am to have a wedding at all, it will have to be of the K-Mart variety.

Ahh, but wait! What about parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, and other generous contributors? Well, here's how our familial wealth (or lack thereof) breaks down:

  • Mom = makes $12,000 a year in alimony. Uses credit cards to support herself.
  • Dad = makes a lot more, but is a douchebag who loves money more than anything.
  • Grandparents = people whom I have no real relationship with, on either side.
  • Aunts/Uncles = I only have two uncles, and I never see either of them.
And my future husband's family?
  • His mom = is living happily and simply on a little animal farm.
  • His dad = thrice divorced, took in his own father after his wife passed away last year.
  • His grandparents = retired, living simply month-to-month.
  • His extended family = live scattered around the country.
As for me... I'm graduating from University in the fall after 7 long years of simultaneously working and going to school full-time. In the meantime, I work for $12 an hour at a physically and emotionally demanding job that has nothing to do with my career path, which will hopefully be radio/TV related. I owe $5,000 on credit cards and am eligible for food stamps.

As for him... He pays most of the household bills because I'm not in a position to. As such, even though he has a great job as a television producer, he's kind of sucked dry. To boot, we have two lovely but pain-in-the-ass dogs who cost us an arm and a leg in ongoing vet bills. (If they're not pooping in the house and requiring an antibiotic, they're going crazy with separation anxiety and biting each other in the face. But anyway...)

We have no money. I have no time to be a DIY'r, and we're attending our friends' beach side violin-infused ceremonies at a rate of three times a year.

I think I may be going mad.

 
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