This Boy Elroy

Green Snark

Me: I'm gonna stay in the car, leave it running.

Brad: Okay, but it's bad for the environment.

Me: This is Dallas, there is no environment.

Oh, shit!

Reminds me of the end of a porn my friend Heather's mom made us watch, The Devil in Miss Jones.

Celebrate!

Hooray for California! More pies, more pies!!

And someone captured the celebration on Castro St. last night.

Postcards from Yo Momma

I found this blog though Michael that had me laughing for hours today at work, Postcards from Yo Momma: A repository of modern day maternal correspondence.

Some of my favorites so far:

Watch out for that Babyolaaa. What is monkey woo-woo? Please inform.

That one had me laughing for a while.

My favorite because it totally sounds like a note I'd get from my mom about my dad.

Four years ago

I was going back into the annals of my Flickr account and came upon this forgotten photo:

Taken in 2004 at the Kennedy memorial in Dallas. I look like a child, I have no facial hair, and I'm so smushy looking. I still have the hoodie, it's the comfiest!

Good Ad or Bad Ad?

An ad for PlayStation3

Calm down. It's not a penis, it's a thumb.

At first glance I thought this ad was totally disturbing but I totally get it and I think could be a good idea but it'll probably be lost on a lot of people. I love my PS3 but to replace my penis with a thumb for love of the games...I dunno.

What do you think?

Don't Harsh My Mellow

After thinking about it I decided not to participate in 12 of 12 today. Lately, my days have been one carbon copy of the other. I wake up, make a smoothie, make my lunch, clean the kitchen, stage the condo, go to work, the gym, eat, sleep. Not too exciting for 12 of 12. Next month, however, I promise I will take photos.

Brad and I had a lazy weekend mostly. Friday night we almost went nuts and bought CDs from one of those Time Life commercials, the soft rock collection. We were feeling the groove of Bread, Peter Frampton, ELO, and others while Graham Russell and Russell Hitchcock of Air Supply mystified us with their ham-handed performance of a script that had to have been written by a marketing intern. Thankfully a blogger and friend of ours who has an extensive music collection gifted us the music the next day electronically. That would have been a very guilty $100 spent on music. With all the stress of selling the house lately we need some mellow grooves to calm us down. We figure that after this stressful time this collection of music will be good for road trips and heavy make out sessions.

Saturday we went to Dorothée and Jay's house for an Indiana Jones marathon. We made it to the middle of the Last Crusdade before we left and drove home half awake. Dorothée made a mountain of pizza, Cheryl brought a terrific layered dip, Liz made a chocolate cake, and Jay let me open the Blue Bell ice cream even though everyone else was eating Dreyer's. He's the best. The food and the movies completely made me forget that a mere 119 miles south of us the spawn of Bush was having a big fat republican wedding in Crawford.

Sunday we had to get out of the house early so people could come see it and get decorating ideas for their own homes (I'm not bitter at all that we've had over 20 showings with lots of positive feedback on how our condo looks and not a single offer). For some odd reason Brad and I thought it would be a good idea to camp out at the Highland Park Village Starbucks. Sitting there for fifteen minutes made it very clear to me why the world hates us. Also, we both found it ironic that on Mother's day we saw so many moms that didn't look like moms. The look for a HP trophy wife is what I image what Donatella Versace would have ended up like if she had been Texan. There's also a dress code for the children, apparently they must be covered in seersucker or Polo. I cannot wait to leave this place.

Gears of Rarrrr

When Gears of War goes this route I'll buy an Xbox.

A System Comfortable With Zero-Accountability

I could not believe it when I read this article in the Dallas Observer Blog, Unfair Park. Flight attendants hear strange rattling and ripping after a plane takes off from DFW en route to Paris, pilots and dispatch both agree that it's okay to fly even after flight attendants insist that something didn't sound right. Upon arriving in Paris it appears that a piece of the fuselage had ripped off on take off. What the fuck!?

Why did the pilots think the noise and rattling was a-ok but the flight attendants didnt? Did anyone in the control tower at DFW not see a piece of the plane fall off of it on take off?

American Airlines has the oldest fleet in the nation with an average aircraft age of 14 years. I must admit, sometimes I get on a plane in Dallas and based on how some of AA's aircraft look I wonder if we're going to make it. What's even worse is that this story is nowhere to be found in mainstream media even though it deserves attention.

I find it terribly ironic that passengers are subject to vigilant security screening but lately there have been signs that the mechanical inspection of our aircraft in this country takes a back seat. I think the terrorists are the least of our problems right now.

Makes me think of a quote from the recent Iron Man movie: "...I had become part of a system that is comfortable with zero-accountability."

AA Flight 48, From DFW to Paris, Sounds Like One Hell of a trip

Mission Accomplished!

(The hotel we stayed at had this long pillow on it that I became obsessed with. I want one for home.)

The apartment hunt yielded a great success! We found a place we absolutely loved on our first day out and we decided to not hesitate and jump on it lest that it be snatched up by someone else. Initially we had intended on holding back till we had seen everything we had made appointments for but while out with a rep from a large apartment management company who has lived in the city since 1971 (talk about seeing it ALL!), we decided to jump on something we saw earlier in the day. Although the rep was showing us apartments that were shitholes I'm still glad met him because he was a source of a wealth of information and wisdom.

The first apartment we looked at isn't too far from the place we actually rented and is the only one worth mentioning because it had a view that could not be beat.

However, having a view like that in the city means that you're on a hill, a big steep hill. Even with the spectacular view there were things about the apartment we didn't like and we also decided that trekking up the hill would get old real fast, so we passed on this place.

The place we did get has a perfect location (one block from the metro) and has been operating as a B&B so the units were in terrific condition. The unit we took photos of isn't the one we're getting but the floor plan is identical, we're super excited about having bay windows - we promised Milo we'd get him a place with bay windows.

Built-in desk and shelves in the living room, A++.

There was a couple staying in this unit.

The foyer has some built-ins and...stainless steel handles. The handles are actually all over the apartment.

Love, love, love this retro kitchen!

So that's our new place, we're really excited. I cannot believe we move in a few weeks. We still need to sell our condo and that's our only source of stress right now so if you are in the Dallas area or know someone in the Dallas area who wants an awesome two bedroom, 2.5 bathroom condo let us know!!!