I love it when the fall weather first hits, waking up to grey skies and breathing in crisp air. There’s a tangible change in the air and when I pull on a sweater and hide my nose in a scarf I feel like falling in love. Keep your summer romance, give me a boy to tug me closer by my hoodie strings and I’m seeing stars.
Here in Florida autumn has been elusive, teasing us with a day or two of cooler weather, followed by weeks of muggy heat. Today however, it feels like it should. To celebrate, I cooked up a big pot of chili and in a few hours I’ll settle down with a bowl full and watch Bones and Supernatural. (I love television on Thursdays.)
I don’t have a particular recipe for chili, but here’s what I did tonight:
1 1/2 lb ground beef
2 cans kidney beans
1 can stewed tomatoes
1 can tomato sauce
chopped onion
chili powder
paprika
garlic powder
oregano
cumin
cocoa
brown sugar
beef bullion
salt and pepper
Cook your beef, throw everything together, add some liquid if you need it, season to taste and let it cook to death. It’s awesome.
Edit: i just threw half a glass of white wine into the pot. See, this is how I cook, totally haphazardly. Surprisingly, it works great.
Let’s talk about Halloween. Halloween stresses me out, every single time. I’m not someone who can come up with a creative (yet attractive, because I’m vain) costume at the last minute. Actually, I’m not someone who can come up with a creative costume even after planning for months. I suck at costuming. Flat out. All I can think of are those lame, cliched female costumes: cat, cowgirl, witch. I decided this year–after torturing my mother by whining about Halloween–that I was going to just buy a costume and look awesome. Sounds easy, right? I start looking and nearly have a heart attack, because who’s going to pay $50 for a Uhura Star Trek dress that isn’t even accurate? (Okay, let’s just breeze right by the fact that I was considering being a character from Star Trek, because I think no one here is surprised by my geekiness anymore.) I take a stand on principal and refuse to buy any of the overpriced costumes. And that’s fine, until it’s noon the day of Halloween, I have no costume and I’m in a panic. Yep, ended up driving 45 minutes to the closest Party City and shelled out $35 to be a honey bee. But look at me! I’m a cute honey bee. That’s what counts, right?
As some of you may know, I occasionally get to do promo for Atlantic Records at shows–basically put up posters, pass out stickers and fliers–and that means I end up seeing some band I normally wouldn’t even listen to. Last night I headed up to Freebird Live (which, by the way, is no where near as fantastic as the Norva. I miss Virginia.) and got to catch the AP Fall Ball Tour. Me And You At Six, The Secret Handshake, Set Your Goals, The Academy Is and Mayday Parade all performed. Seriously, I’m getting old because two bands in I was ready to call it a night and go home. I don’t know how the kids in the pit survived it. I’ll be frank here, I had no idea Mayday Parade was so popular these days. I’m so out of touch.
I was pretty pumped to see TAI, if only because William Beckett prances around on stage like an effeminate Mick Jagger and is generally adorable. Set Your Goals? 5 big dudes and one teeny wee singer. Has he even graduated from high school yet? I love it, it was so bizarre watching him sing these borderline hardcore songs. Other highlights include seeing a merch girl bawl during a Mayday Parade song and some girl stumble out of the pit wearing one shoe and her shirt ripped half off. Seriously.
Anyway, check out some videos from the night:
Me And You At Six – Pokerface Cover
The Secret Handshake – Party In The USA Cover (Haha, Luis introed this song by calling it the gayest song ever. I heart him and his metal roots.)
Less than a week till the new season of The Big Bang Theory starts!
Season 03E01 “The Electric Can Opener Fluctuation”
Synopsis:
Sheldon flies back to Texas in disgrace when he learns the guys tampered with his arctic expedition data, forcing the guys to follow him and threatening Leonard’s hopes for a romantic encounter with Penny.
This is the Nirvana Bath Tub and so help me god, I don’t care what it takes, I am so getting one of these.
The Nirvana Bathtub is basically an normal tub that’s been outfitted with 360 LED lights on the surface. Touch controls allow you to adjust the lights as well as the water, and a hand shower is motion activated.
Okay, I was doing marvelously at this whole having a blog again business, but then I started dating this guy and going out all the time and possibly developing a drinking problem* for like a month there, and you know, the blog just got pushed to the back burner. No more! I have an entire folder full of links I’ve bookmarked for this stupid thing and you all will LOVE IT.
Let’s begin.
Your Love Glass Is Half Full: Yet another twee and hipster film trailer. I’m sure by now everyone’s heard about Paper Heart, the docu about Charlene Yi falling in love or whatever with Michael Cera. I think she’s in her 30s and he’s maybe 14. (I exaggerate, but seriously, it’s a huge gap.) I originally thought this was awesome, then kind of got sick of Michael Cera, then went back to wanting to see it after I heard they broke up.
Why Are They All Tubby?: Apparently there are grown adults who enjoy putting on a costume and fighting crime. Also, most of them appear to be mildly overweight. Just saying, spandex is an unforgiving mistress, y’all. Last time I checked, vigilante justice was illegal, but if anyone cares to contact me about forming a real life Justice League, I’m totally in.
I think I’ve reached the end of the internet. I’ve been stuck in bed all day with a wicked sinus infection and while I do love an opportunity to stay in my pajamas all day, I’m totally bored now. There’s only so many times you can check facebook to see what all your fun, healthy friends are doing (working, drinking, buying houses, getting married) before you start feeling a little pathetic that you actually got excited when a person you haven’t seen since you were 17 updated their status (“Off to Omaha!”). I’ve played games, I’ve read Metafilter, I checked my rss feeds, I read WebMD…. WHAT ELSE IS THERE LEFT TO DO ON THIS WRETCHED THING?
I think when I can breathe again I’ll take up running. There seems to be a correalation between people I hate and people who run for fun, though. Seriously, if you’re a girl and you think a good time is sweating and running when you aren’t being chased (or when the bar is about to have last call and you need one last drink) then we clearly don’t have similar priorities. However, these crazies always seem to be bragging about all the weight they’ve lost–without trying! Seriously! I eat ALL THE TIME.–and not getting out of breath when they have to walk up two flights of stairs, so maybe I could try it. Like, on a treadmill, though. In an air conditioned gym. And the treadmill would have to have those build-in personal fans, too.
Yeah, maybe not so much.
All right. I’m obviously hopped up on Sudafed and I’ve got nothing real to say, so I’ll just stop… now.