• Shopping at SuperTarget: Check.
• Earbuds in: Check.
• Organic foods in basket: Check.
• Starbucks green tea frap in babyseat: Check.
• Twittering on the blackberry in the Easter candy aisle: Check.
• Shopping, twittering, and listening to music, all at the same time: Check and double check.

Sometimes I think that if the Stuff White People Like guys ever put out another book, they should reference me in there somewhere, perhaps in the appendices.
I need to get that book, btw.

Last Sunday my friend Nick-Don and I studied a Where’s Waldo book.
The past two nights (delayed reaction ftw), my dreams have been Where’s Waldo themed. Where’s Waldo dreams are weird, man, because there’s always a Waldo, and it’s never who you expect, but they’re always wearing the stripes and the hat. Last night, it was Boston Legal Where’s Waldo. Thursday night it was Star Trek/High School(?). Also, there were red and blue Ewoks. I…often wonder what my brain is up to when I’m not paying attention to it. Apparently, hunting for Waldo is something it agrees with.

Remember that time when Where’s Waldo was pulled off the shelves because there was tiny people porn in it or something? Where’s Waldo? Yeah, he’s the one on top, I think.
…
Yeah, me either.

Right then.

I found the newest Ben Folds album that kind of got lost in the labyrinth of awesome that is my basement today (I half expect David Bowie to pop out any moment, it’s that bad.)
But the album? It still sounds like he phoned it in.
I personally wish Ben would do more collaborations with William Shatner. That’d truly make my year.

I need to go back to organising my DVD collection. Is it bad that I’m writing all the titles in black permanent marker on the bottom of them? They’re laying in a way that I can’t see spine or cover, so there’s really nothing else I can do. Although, having a silver sharpie might make it a bit more functional. Oh well. I  think I might have one somewhere.

Well, I think that’s all I have to say for now. I have my green peeps upstairs (even though the red ones looked so tasty…) and I think I’ll go grab another.

Cheerypip!

It's complex and ridiculous, I know. But that's what it is.

Every night for the past week and a half, I've sat at my computer and designed stuff for a huge CD marketing project. I work until 3 AM and then I go to bed.
But without fail I've found I've had to listen to Pippin, a musical by Stephen Schwartz about the son of Charlemagne, while doing so. I sit in the chair and open Photoshop and the dinnerbell rings in my brain and out comes iTunes and the Pippin playlist. My brain salivates merrily as they dish out the "Think about the sun, Pip-PIIIN..." and it's killing me slowly I think.

You see, like Schwartz's newest musical "Wicked", I listen to it not just once in a sitting, but twice all the way through and then on shuffle and then again when a song haunts me after the playlist has ended. I swear that man puts crack in his musicals. They aren't even that amazing as far as musicals go---simple little morality plays, the lot of them, but you hear one of his soundtracks once and you can't escape it. I wake up every morning with a different song stuck in my head. Today it was Take It Easy. Yesterday it was the Finale song. The past couple days it was Glory. Before that it was Spread a Little Sunshine. It's like some sort of cruel musical torture. Blast you, Ben Vereen. If I had known how insanely addictive you'd become when I watched Zoobilee Zoo, maybe I would have watched a bit more Nickelodeon.

Although I did listen to Into the Woods quite a bit. That's right. I had forgotten about that. But it's too complex for doing something that requires a lot of attention. But it makes for a nice change, I admit. I still can't get over how great Friends did on that one.

Take it EEEEzee suuuh-neee...

GET OUT OF MY HEAD, STEPHEN SCHWARTZ!
(But I'd be okay if you'd embed into Xanga properly...oh well.)