Hey e'erybody!
Did you Superbowl? Did you PuppyBowl, with Kitten Halftime? I wish I could have been home for PuppyBowl, which I usually try to keep the tv on for as long as possible during the Superbowl. They call the puppy poops "fouls". Also, they have a waterdish cam, for viewing lil puppy snouts. Also, last year, there was this real a-hole puppy, Jack, who kept robbing toys off the other puppies, like a Dublin dockworker. Pure awesome.
So, yeah, no SuperBowl for me. It was playing at midnight over here, which was deterrant #1, and playing with not the American adverts, deterrant #2, but the final nail in the coffin was that I really don't ever watch the SuperBowl. So um, why start now.
And to illustrate how little I watch the SuperBowl, I refer you to the email header in my inbox this morning from my best friend Elisa, who as my best friend, holds a mirror up to my own thoughts and feelings:
Did you Superbowl? Did you PuppyBowl, with Kitten Halftime? I wish I could have been home for PuppyBowl, which I usually try to keep the tv on for as long as possible during the Superbowl. They call the puppy poops "fouls". Also, they have a waterdish cam, for viewing lil puppy snouts. Also, last year, there was this real a-hole puppy, Jack, who kept robbing toys off the other puppies, like a Dublin dockworker. Pure awesome.
So, yeah, no SuperBowl for me. It was playing at midnight over here, which was deterrant #1, and playing with not the American adverts, deterrant #2, but the final nail in the coffin was that I really don't ever watch the SuperBowl. So um, why start now.
And to illustrate how little I watch the SuperBowl, I refer you to the email header in my inbox this morning from my best friend Elisa, who as my best friend, holds a mirror up to my own thoughts and feelings:
instead of superbowl I watched musicals and jane austen movies
That pretty much describes me in 10 words.
So, good weekend! I found a nifty new independant bookstore called Chapters, which sells new and used books, and the used books aren't your typical musty dusty crusty variety, but are like-new and still relevant texts. The place is awesome and I lurve it and I went book crazy and bought a ton and I even bought one book because it was bound real pretty-like. I got Ulysses, And Then We Came To The End, Middlesex, and Jane Eyre (the pretty book--the text is actually not my fav, but you know ha' it is).
Also, saw The Savages and Juno, both pretty awesome. I can see the appeal of Juno, though all that Kimya Dawson music dulled it a little for me--she is waaaaaaay too pedantic. She sounds like a kindergarten singalong. Well, I do like Tree Hugger. But that's it. I mean it. No more.
Okay, and then I discovered a few new voices that I really like. Thao, fabulous female artist: check out songs Swimming Pools and Bag of Hammers. I finally got M.I.A.'s new album Kala which rocks. One-man band Say Hi to Your Mom is now just Say Hi and has a great song called Northwestern Girls out to commemorate his moving from Brooklyn to Seattle. And I finally got song Electric Feel from group MGMT (pronounced Management). Oh, also, last night Stephen made me finally play the like 50 trad albums (traditional Irish music) I had on my computer. He's trying to educate me about the politics inherent in Irish music. We listened to Wolfe Tones, Saw Doctors, Dubliners, et. al. Is it funny that listening to all that trad gave us a taste for a pint, and we went down to The Foggy Dew under our apt at 10:30 last night for a quick Guinness? Irish music makes people drink. Also, Irish people make people drink. These are facts.
Good weekend! Hope yours was too. Write me and ask me about Lisbon--then I'll ask YOU about Lisbon cuz I'm going there next weekend and don't know a thing about it!
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