My roommate and I were having a conversation a while back about the song Poker Face by Lady Gaga. I think there is some hidden meaning behind the song but I'm not 100% sure.
Anyhoo, I've come up with my own definition of Poker Face and it is when someone is going to get bukaked, and they do not change their facial expression throughout the whole experience. That person stares down genitalia as the rain comes down and doesn't flinch at all. That my friends is a Poker Face.
Here's another good poker face
Stagganopolis and I went to the House of Blues on Sunset this past Saturday for one of the best shows that I've been to in a long time. Who's Bad - The Ultimate Michael Jackson Tribute band, put on quite a fiesta this past weekend. They only played one show in California, but if you ever get the chance to see them live, definitely do it. What's nice is that they play straight covers, no reinterpretations or reiterations to a different style...just the real deal.
Side note, if you are practicing lent this year, a good lunch/dinner alternative is The Best Fish Tacos in Ensanada. It's a tiny taco place in Silverlake that has fish tacos for $1.50 and shrimp tacos for $2.00. That's all they have...except for a bunch of different salsa.
WARNING: This could be a pretty gross entry
A couple of months ago, I brought home a can of whip cream and my roommate asked me what it was for. I replied with "hot chocolate," and she responded with, "what's a hot chocolate?" The interesting is that my roommate and I have a very humorous relationship and she was expecting some kind of explanation similar to a Dirty Sanchez or Cleveland Steamer. But alas, it was literally for hot chocolate. Since then, it's been a running joke for those who have heard the story.
About a week ago, I challenged Andrea to come up with the dirty definition of a hot chocolate. To paraphrase her genius answer, it includes the passing of diarrhea from one butthole to another butthole. Completely grossed out, but incredibly impressed, I was absolutely sure that this could never happen.
A few days ago, I found evidence that it has already happened and is documented online. I will not post the link because it's something that a lot of people shouldn't see, especially those with weak stomachs. But, if you are curious, you may want to do a search for scat.
Net net, gross.
staycation (noun): Staying at home during your vacation instead of traveling to a pleasure destination. This can be caused by high gas prices, or just a shortage of money.
Day 3 just ended of my staycation week. So far it's been great. I'm taking all of the money I would have spent on a vacation somewhere else, and enjoying it with local activities. Yesterday included golf and the Lakers vs. Bulls game. Today was Disneyland. Tomorrow might be Wicked. Friday is a poker party. Saturday is Disneyland again. And Sunday is brunch.
Good times.
Side note, I haven't shaved all week to see how far my facial hair would come along. Figuratively speaking, if my facial hair were to be compared to some other guys regular hair, I would be the equivalent to someone with inverse culdesacs. I'll let you figure that one out.
I remember when I was in grade school, I would read things like the attack on Pearl Harbor and how we'll remember it as the day of infamy. The women's suffrage movement that allowed them to vote. And even towards the latter part of our history books, the Vietnam War.
It's nuts how within the last decade, we've experienced things that will definitely make it into history books and that kids will ask us what we were doing when these things happened. We'll be able to look back and say where we were when 9/11 happened, when gay marriage became legal, and most notably, when the United States elected its first President of color.
It's awesome how we are a part of history.
On a side note, a lot of the things that we thought we would have in the future are coming up today. Will.I.Am was being interviewed via hologram on CNN tonight. And it looked just like what we envisioned in Star Wars when the Jedi's or the Sith Lord would communicate to someone else via hologram. These are really exciting times.
On a side side note. I came to the conclusion that helmets are not the most flattering accessory.
I've officially become one of those guys this week. You know when you're making a right turn into a parking lot or at a cross section, and you see the biker on your right side, who you kind of have to wait for before you make the turn, and it frustrates you because even though they're going pretty fast, they're actually going kind of slow in relation to your car. I have become that biker.
Today was my first day biking to work. I live a shade under 7 miles away and it took about 34 minutes on side streets to get here. There were a couple of interesting things on the way in...
- I definitely need to get a helmet. I think karma is going to get me back big time after almost hitting two pedestrians (one biker, one skater) last week
- I was inches away from road kill
- On Riverside, in between the Studio Lot and Sonora/Victory, it smells like horse shit because everyone there owns a horse and it's right next to the Equestrian Center
- This could be pretty scary riding back after work in the dark
