Like chocolate and peanut butter

Hey wow, two of my favorite things are joining forces!  And they're not edible things!  Liberty is designing a line for Target and it looks pretty rockin'.  Well, as rockin' as wee flowers and paisley can be.

The real reason I'm weak in the knees for the collection is because it reminds me of my days working at Liberty and wishing I could afford all the cute things we sold.  I worked in Customer Service in the basement but whenever I had to bring returns to other departments I would take an extra long trip so I could wander around and touch everything.  We sold lots of designer stuff other than just the Liberty of London prints, but the prints were what most customers were after.  I did end up buying a bunch of great, flowery fabric with my employee discount, but I'm pretty sure it's still sitting under my bed at my parents' house because I don't actually know how to sew.

But it's OK because, once again, Target is solving all my problems!

There's even a Liberty print bike!!  Good god, I want springtime.

Check out the whole collection here.  And then buy it for me next month, pleeeeease.

The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: poo pah to the max

Dudes, I am BEAT.  I'm working a ton of overtime in preparation for this bananatown gala we're planning at work while also fighting off the end of cold (again).  All I want to do is lie in bed and watch America's Best Dance Crew (I miss Kaba Modern!) and eat pretzels. 

But since I'm getting a significant bonus check from all this, I guess I'll hang out and try to raise us some money.  Blergh.

Coincidentally, do any of you know some rich people who would like to drop tons of money on an evening of musical theatre, fancy canapes, and self-congratulation?  Say... $5,000 or so?  Lemme know really soon.

I could use a shot of whiskey right about now.

andrea: (I'm all riled up from bubbles)

molly: bubbles?

champys?

 andrea: YES

  champys!

molly: i just had some whiskey, but sadly there was only about one shot left :(

  prepping for mad men watching

 andrea: ugh lame

 one shot of whiskey and mad men

  lame

  L

  A

  M

  E

  joe sends his regards

  as he is out of clever words right now

 molly: i bet HE isn't calling me lame!

 andrea: oh he did

  don't worry

 molly: i send those regards right back, gentleman

 oh crap then

  i take them back

 andrea: you can't

  they're out there in the ether

 molly: i throw my proverbial glove at the both of you

  poo pah

 andrea: poo pah!

  YES

you are on a ROLL

 molly: it's the lack of sleep

  and that one shot of whiskey

 andrea: woo!

  livin

PS: I stopped adding the date of the chat because you guys don't care, right?  All five of you?  Right.

Practically an ad for Mr. Clean Magic Erasers

I can't decide if Wayne Coyne's uber-modern house reminds me more of a stylized igloo or of the Mode Magazine office on "Ugly Betty":

Either way, I bet his housekeepers are working double time to keep all those surfaces white, especially if he's still biking around naked and covered in goo with these crazies (a very very NSFW link, by the way).  Hmmm.

Read more here.

The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: special skills

I am being a super duper multi-tasker tonight!  Not only am I writing this blog post, but I'm also watching Winter Olympics figure skating, trying to pick my next UCB class (holy shit my internship got extended!), and revising my Storytelling draft.

OK, actually, if I broke it down it's more like 75% writing this post, 15% picking a class, 8% watching figure skating (sequins!), and 2% revising (I don't even have the document open... I'm doing it in my head).

HEY!  You know who ELSE is a super multi-tasker?  Dreaface with her crazy spacephone!  (Nice transition huh?)  As much as I want to pretend I'm too cool to want an iPhone, I'm totally not.  Of course I want an iPhone.  I just know I can't handle it yet - monetarily or mentally.  I'm still excited about the fact that my current phone has a camera.  But if/when I do get one, I sure won't do this:

• 10/1/09 - 10:32am

 andrea: biking to the gym, i'll be back on when i get there

 molly: you're gonna gchat while you work out?? puh-lease

11 minutes

 andrea: HE'LL YES I am!

 I'm totally chatting and watching indomercials while I ellipticise

 molly: you're THAT girl

 what's an indomercial?

 andrea: Infomercial

  Which girl? Texty girl?

 molly: girl who uses her phone while ellipticising

  at least you're not talking on it though

 andrea: No, I would never

 molly: actually, i meant you're marlo thomas from that '70s tv show

  THAT GIIIIIIIRL

 andrea: Whatever man, I didn't get the iPhone so I could NOT text while I workout

molly: whateverzzz

The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: BOOM

There isn't much to say about this here convo.  It is what is.  It speaks volumes.  It's touching the nation one child at a time.  The more you knoooooow.

(In other words, I'm rushing to finish my Storytelling assignment/go to a dance class/clean my room/finish watching the special features on my Pulp Fiction DVD and this is the first gem I came across.  Time's a wastin'.)

Do it:

• 8/8/09 - 11:27am 

andrea: haha, did you get my drunk text last night?

 molly: oh yeah!

  i meant to text you back

  i was going to say that i don't feel grown up enough

  you think deep thoughts when you're drunk

 andrea: i sure do

  i'm a deep, deep well

 a chasm

  a fjord

 molly: ooooh i love the word fjord!

 andrea: me too!

  going to breakfast,

  talk to you later

  boom!

 molly: mmm brekkie

  well i'll be here alllll day

  folks

That touchdown really moved me

I am a typical girl when it comes to the Superbowl.  I have no patience for the constant stopping and starting of the action and would rather just drink a lot of beer and eat nachos and wait for the kickass commercials.  (That's what girls do, right?)  Unless the Patriots are playing because in that case it's in my New England blood to represent.

If the Superbowl looked like any of these though, maybe I'd put down the tortilla chips and actually watch it:

(From Slate V)

Everything it seems I like is a little bit sweeter, a little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me

I made an awesome mix while wide awake at 1am the other night and it's saving me this week.  My best playlists are made after midnight while sitting in bed, painstakingly moving songs around in iTunes so that all the intros and outros flow together perfectly.  This one was a mix of stuff I'm currently obsessed with and ended up having a crazy variety of tunes.  Highlights include Tears for Fears, Kid Cudi, Drunken Sufis, and Bjork - random, but awesome.

What I've been primarily obsessed with, however, is the "Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk" outro.  I never thought of myself as a huge Rufus Wainwright fan, but this song kept popping up on my Pandora stations and I liked it more and more each time I heard it.  I suppose I kinda stole the idea of using it as a mix closer from Andy (thanks dude!), but it works nicely.


Nice clogs, Rufus.

The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: good thing I'm not a nanny

I hate to be a cliche, but oh my god you guys, MONDAY. Christ-on-a-bicycle-Mary-Magdalene-Peter-Frampton MONDAY.  Maybe my alarm interrupted my delicate sleep cycle at the wrong moment or something today, but GOOD GOD, I've been wanting to break shit since I stepped out of the shower.  Crazy workplace drama isn't helping.

If I were Drea though, I'd be dealing with poopy pants drama instead of sassy pants drama (yes, it's a fine line).  We trade horror stories throughout the day of babies vs. staff meetings and seem to conclude that both options are equally dreary.  Luckily I'm getting better at handling theatre people, but babies?  Sheesh, I don't even know how to change a diaper.

• 8/5/09 - 9:58am

 andrea: so, get this, I put Sloane down like an hour ago, and she hasn't gone to sleep yet

  but she's screaming like a tantruming banshee

 molly: maybe you need to sing her a lovely song

 andrea: and I have things to do

  so... I could just go pick her up, and put her in the stroller and go do those things, since she's not going to sleep anyway

  but...

 now I'm angry at her, and I don't want to give her the satisfaction of me giving in and picking her up

  what is WRONG with me?

molly: nothing's wrong with you, the screaming banshee baby is facahked

  i would just put her in the stroller but i don't know anything about babies

would that mess up her sleep schedule

 andrea: but I'm so MAD at her

 molly: or actually make her smugly happy?

 andrea: grrrrr MAD

 molly: not sure

 andrea: i feel like it'll make her smugly happy

 plus its hot out

  and while I do have things to do, I don't necessarily want to go outside...

  decisions

  decisions of an immature nanny

 molly: eh, just let her scream and be a brat then

andrea: yeah, that's what I was thinking

  thanks for the support

 molly: anytime

So yeah.  Don't ever ask me to babysit until your kid is like, ten years old.