Peter Gabriel Revisted

Remember when I professed my love for Peter Gabriel?

I still do...

Check it.

Variations on the Wedding Entrance Revisited

Jim and Pam's wedding? The writers are totally reading our blog because we are the only place that reported the choreographed "Forever" routine. You're welcome, America.

I am still upset about Jim's choice of Pam over Karen. Karen is an ambitious, witty, and independent woman. Pam is a mousy, annoying twit who dropped out of art school. Also, during the earlier seasons, she had really gross hair. Pam embodies the girl you settle for, Karen is the lady you dream of.

Now, I'll be the first to admit that my heart was a-goin' pitter-patter during the whole wedding episode. And, fair enough, I melted into a puddle of estrogen when Jim cut his tie, but let's be real here, it all would've been way better with Karen.

Fuck Pam, Team Karen 4eva.

Tetris

Imagine, if you will, an alternate world.

A world in which I have a better GPA and social skills, blog more regularly, and cultivate useful hobbies.

There is only one factor that needs to change between this world and that one:

Tetris would have to go.

I love Tetris.

Lately I've been playing Type B/Level 0/High 4 on my Game Boy Color. (Mine is raspberry.)

If you know what I'm talking about: I love you. Let's get married.

Even if we have to go to another state to do so.

We'll watch "West Wing"

and play Tetris

and eat Pringles and Red Vines

for the rest of our lives.

But I digress.

If there was no Game Boy Tetris, I would be reduced to such pasttimes as playing Tetris using cut-up freezer waffles. See below.

Thankfully, I still have Tetris, even though my Game Boy is running low on batteries.

I would write more, but I have, you know, stuff to do...

Outer Space

I saw the movie "Adam" recently (read: a while back when I wrote the first draft of this) and certain points were loaded with information about space that the protagonist spouted off with ease. All of the terms he used flew right over my head/went in one ear and out the other. This is when I again remembered how crazy wicked outer space is.

The universe once again entered my life after a morning of looking at pictures taken by the Hubble Telescope. After a few minutes of "Oohing" and "Ahwing" (that is how I decided to distinguish the painful/relaxing "Ahh" from the cutesy "Aww") over some spectacular new discoveries, Intensity and I stumbled upon a website for the University of Cape Town's Astrophysics and Space Science Programme which includes course information for their Masters program(me). Shit's crazy looking. Seriously.

We then realized that outer space is something that neither of us would really understand. I mean, there are a lot of topics that I'll never know much about like poultry science or financial studies (someone's gotta do it). But astronomy?! Cool stuff.

Keep up the good work,astronomers, physicists, and astronauts.

Not cosmonauts, though. Right everyone who saw David Cross?

Soon after our revelation, Intensity and I came across RateMyTurban.com and were quickly distracted.

(Don't read this: If the universe is constantly expanding, what is it expanding to? Mind fuuuck. Told you not to read this.

Now not even a turban-wearing baby will be able to erase it from your thoughts)

"O Brother Where Art Thou" (the soundtrack)

Oh Lordy. The Hunniez have been busy lately. But obviously not with this. Never fear, dear readers, never fear. We are so back.

Yeah so, I've been spending an inordinate amount of time listening to the "O Brother Where Art Thou" soundtrack. The relationship between a film and a soundtrack can be a complicated thing, especially when you're dealing with a reimagination of a Greek epic poem (in this case, The Odyssey, just in case you didn't know) and a powerful Americana musical setting.

With voices like Alison Krauss and Emmylou Harris among a host of others rooting the film in the cultural traditions of Appalachia.

If you haven't seen it, watch it. If you haven't heard it, listen.

Here's a clip. And the soundtrack itself, I guess.