It's a Mouthful
04/02/2010 - 2:38pm
If there’s one thing you should know about me it’s this: I can doodle a damn good robot. I discovered this untapped ability one evening before a meal at the Macaroni Grill. My at the time girlfriend mentioned the skill and creativity of the android I had sketched on our disposable paper tablecloth, and it made me realize something. I’ve always been in love with robots.
Maybe it was just a side effect of growing up in the 80’s, a decade overwrought with new technology. All my favorite toys were robots. I played with my R2D2 action figure way more than my Luke Skywalker, even if he was just as whiney. So naturally when I discovered...
Claudia C. Rodriguez, Blogger in Chief
03/28/2010 - 11:28am
Is it shitty if your friends poison you with their pubic hair as a prank? Crossing boundaries? A hairy situation? Something to get down about? And most importantly, are your friends really your friends if they spike your camelback with pubic hair during a hike?
In the 6th grade my friends and I would prank each other by sticking fake love letters in each other’s lockers. We’d always sign it Secret Admirer and wait for the recipient of our prank to read a couple of lines, look up at us from across the lunchroom table and groan “You guys,” before our hysterics gave us away. As I grew older the pranks became a little more severe. In high school it was hide the joint from the fag. We’d watch him search like a crack addict for the joint he was sure he rolled and left on his mother’s kitchen counter during Senior lunch. And before the caller-ID era there was 3 way prank calling. Friend 1 calls friend 2 who doesn’t know that friend 3, the object of their affection is listening in. Friend 1 probes for sordid details that friend 2 would be mortified to disclose if she knew friend 3 was listening in. Pretty immature, but no one got hurt and most...
Claudia C. Rodriguez, Blogger in Chief
03/24/2010 - 2:08am
The wackiest thing I did this Spring Break was watch Sleepless in Seattle with a hetero male. Even wackier is that the DVD came from his own collection. Now I can totally understand if he had the film on VHS, but no. No sir, not this hopeless romantic.
I hadn’t seen the flick in quite some time, but I gotta say it ages well. And the part that struck me was the reoccurring “It’s like magic” phrase the characters used to describe the feeling of love when you meet a potential romantic interest. And so now I keep thinking, “What if it’s not like magic?” What if it’s like awkward and foreign? What if it’s hard work? What if it makes me angry when he takes longer than 20 minutes to return a text? What if I snore in his ear...
Claudia C. Rodriguez, Blogger in Chief
03/24/2010 - 1:38am
I checked out the Warhol exhibit in tropical Tucson, Arizona. My favorite pansy boy's paintings will hang til July 3rd. It's worth a looksee! Go. Go now!
"I really look awful, and I never bother to primp up or try to be appealing because I just don't want anyone to get involved with me. And that's the truth. I play down my good features and play up my bad ones. So I look awful and I wear the wrong pants and the wrong shoes and I come at the wrong time and with the wrong friends, and I say the wrong things and I talk to the wrong person, and then still sometimes somebody gets interested and I freak out and I wonder, "What did I do wrong?" So then I go home and try to figure it out. So I go over to the three-way mirror and I study myself and I see I have fifteen new pimples on my face and ordinarily that should have stopped them."
-from the Philosophy of Andy Warhol
Kailae McNamara
03/15/2010 - 4:18pm
Last night I had Claudia, the Blogger in Chief, over to my house for a potlucky dinner party and this morning I woke up from a dream where she had seduced the object of one of my latest (not so terribly secret) crushes, who was also in attendance at said dinner. What a bitch! :P
This reminded me of the times where I would have dreams about the ex cheating on me and wake up pissed as hell, ready to punch him. Sometimes the desire to break his nose didn’t go away just from waking up and realizing it was a dream. I wonder what sort of issues my therapist would find in that?
In looking for an "issues" illustration, I came across the following picture. If that isn't the funniest set of roommate issues I've ever seen, I don't know what it is. I'm pretty sure it tops my roommate LOUDLY having sex to Michael Jackson's Thriller song, and that's hard to do (both the sex and topping it) let me tell you!
(just in case you can't read, is says: DO NOT USE! I SPIT IN THIS - (SINCE SOMEONE KEEPS USING IT) THANKS! and then: I...
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