NETFLIX gave me some odd recommendations today.

Obviously because I enjoyed Brian Regan: Standing Up & Jackass: The Movie I will therefore thoroughly enjoy Ultimate Fighting Championship 69: Shootout & Ultimate Fighting Championship 49: Unfinished Business.

I don’t pay attention to the recommendations as I don’t have a problem finding titles to stuff in my queue, I just happened to look in there today.  Anybody else get strange recommendations off of  NETFLIX?

I’m a proud Barack Obama supporter! Today I checked my myspace and there was a new blog from Obama with video from his recent appearance on the Ellen DeGeneres show. I clicked on to see what he had to say and the first video had me laughing. You can view it here. That’s right Obama busting a move with Ellen. The man has some pretty good moves!Happy viewing! 

So many of you may recall a certain place of employment during my college years. The kind of video store where the patrons are mostly male and very polite out of fear they may lose their renting privileges. While most of the customers tried to limit eye contact and some just smiled and said the usual “thank you,” there was one gentleman, we’ll call him Harvey because he looked like a Harvey, who always wanted to get something out of me.

I suppose I didn’t smile much, not wanting to encourage any misconception that I was interested in acting out scenes from their favorite videos with them (or in some cases, for them). So every time Harvey would come to the counter he would write me little notes on a post-it pad or say a joke about me frowning and I would give him a patronizing smile as if to say, “you poor poor man, you just aren’t funny or cute or clever or winning me over in any way” and he would sigh and take his movie and leave. Until one day. The fateful day.

A lot of you may also remember bringing me food to this place of work many many many times. Boypan? Well, maybe your boyfriend brought me food more than you did. The Goat definitely was generous in this regard. And Kables served on a few “bring Toftie dinner missions.” One night Harvey was checking out his movie, writing a post-it to me, and Boypan’s boyfriend walked in with my dinner. My face lit up. I mean literally you could see the most dramatic change in my facial expression and emotion if you watched me go from no food to Yeah Food! Harvey had an equally obvious facial expression that said something like, “Oh my fucking god, I figured it out! I’m golden!”

From there on out Harvey stopped with the notes, the clever remarks, the flattery, and he simply brought me treats. A candy bar, a bag of chips, a soda, whatever was probably easy to get at the gas station next door. While I thought this was sort of an unfortunate learning on his part since I didn’t really want to smile for him, I also had a soft spot in my heart for how he suddenly seemed less sleazy. He simply gave me the treat, said “thanks!” for the video and smiled his way out the door, without the teasing or flirting. Totally harmless for the next two years.

Why the hell am I telling you all this? Because if you lasted this long through this post, I have a treat for you. A special, mmmm….wonderful, beau in my life noticed what a lot of you have already figured out: I dance a little when I’m really excited about the food I’m eating. And sometimes, yes sometimes I even hum a little song. No specific song. Just humming and bouncing in my seat. So when he stumbled upon this clip from a kid’s show he shared it with me and asked, “Is this what’s going on when you eat?”

And oh my god, spot on. Yes. Yes! Yes it is! Completely. I am a big green striped monster and there is always a party in my tummy.

And then there is the group party if you guys ever want to join me (also not meant to be suggestive)

(Side-note: looking back at the title of this entry and the fact that I reference porn for the first half makes for a tease that this could turn into a kinky euphemism. Sorry to disappoint.)

This was shown in schools in the 90s, but alas, I’m too old to have had the privilege.

I don’t know if I’m more embarrassed to be an American or a woman.

Standard humiliating You Tube Video

Check out this video by Bat for Lashes. Sort of meant to be an homage to Donnie Darko. Definitely has the same eerie effect. Liking it.

Youtube friend from our friend Pete.

Now that Ze Frank has retired his video blog I have no way of getting my fix for this handsome, clever, brilliant man. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m sure every woman who watched his vlog felt the same way, I would probably contact him and let him know that I want to bear his children or just enjoy trying to…every day…for the rest of my life…excuse me for a second…

In honor of the year project, or internship as he termed it, I want to direct you to a couple of my favorite most recent posts. The first one in honor of my sister and all the rest of us who are master procrastinators. I’m pretty sure he has a hidden camera at our house and did some study on how my sister manages her time.

The second one is for all you Wii players. Golden. I’ll miss you Ze. And don’t mind the Silver Dodge Stratus parked outside your apartment. That’s not me.

As one of those millions of unfortunate souls cursed to spend their formative teenage years in Ronald Reagan’s America, I long harbored a sneaking suspicion that my president was on drugs. Now, at last, thanks to the miracle of the YouTubes, I have the proof.

Don’t deny what you know in your heart to be true. It explains so much, doesn’t it? (And twenty years from now, when the stories finally leak out about DubYa snorting lines of Peruvian cocaine off the Oval Office desk, will you be shocked then, either? I won’t, because it’s the only explanation of the last six horrific years that makes any sense at all.)

(link via the Boing Boings)

The Top Five Rants of Keith Olbermann.

And in an era when “reporters” for “The Paper Of Record” essentially function as voice-activated tape recorders for government propaganda, we need Olbermann more than ever.