Friday, October 10, 2008

How to survive an economic crisis


Seeing as we’re rapidly approaching financial Armageddon, it’s about time we got our Economic Meltdown Survival Kits ready. As Gingers is the Watchword’s resident financial expert (which, by the way, is terrifying in and of itself) I’ve taken it upon myself to tell you what you’ll need to survive this new world order.

Newspapers – A dying industry finds hope in dark times, as people remember that its product can double as a source of bedding, clothing, insulation and – in the darkest of hours and truly as a last resort – reading materials.

Scally caps – Not entirely sure why, but downtrodden people seem to love them.

Pliers – Numerous TV commercials and pop up ads have informed me that with currency losing value, the only thing worth having is gold. But you’ll find pretty quickly that your delicate necklaces, bracelets and earrings will barely cover the cost of the rags you’ll need to wrap your feet. Eventually, you’re going to have to go after the mother load: gold fillings. This might sound brutal, pulling out teeth with pliers, but luckily, its mostly older people who still have those. They’re easier to hold down.

Wine –
Alcohol is a gimme, but I find wine really hits the Economic Meltdown mood more than any other. I would, however, also keep an emergency case of Jagermeister on hand, just in case this thing actually gets into The Road territory. Because then you'll want to kill yourself.

Downfall –I don’t need to tell you that portable radios, TVs, DVD players and the batteries to operate them are a given in any crisis. But I do need to tell you which specific movies to pack. (In addition to being a financial expert, I’m a “Movie to Fit a Certain Mood” expert as well. You didn’t realize you had such genius in your midst, did you? You’re welcome). Downfall is about the last days of the Third Reich, most of it taking place in Hitler’s bunker. Not only is it a fascinating character study, it also reminds you that no matter how bad things get, they could always get worse. Other good titles to remind you of this: Schindler’s List, The Pianist (Anything involving the Nazis or the Holocaust really), Alive and Bio-Dome (because at least you’re not trapped with Paulie Shore).

Condoms –
I’ll assume explanation is unnecessary. But if not …


Zombie Repellent – It’s a well-known fact that when bankers lose too much money, their flesh turns gray and they acquire a taste for human brains. (Look it up). Keep them at bay by spraying yourself and all your belongings with any designer imposter body spray you can find. That will alert them that there is no – and I mean no! – money near you.

Ben Folds + Dr. Dre = Magic

For Beckeye.

Here is Ben Folds' version of Dr. Dre's classic "Bitches Ain't Shit" (mos def not suitable for blasting in your cube at work). Possibly the funniest effing cover ever. When I saw Ben in concert a few years ago, he told us many people thought he'd recorded the song as a joke, but he said, "If it was a joke, I wouldn't have wasted such a great melody on it." Word, Ben.



That's some real conversation for your ass.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

In Which Someday Google Will Rule Us All

I just stumbled across this little gem. Apparently, you can put "Mail Goggles" on your Gmail account to prevent you from sending late night emails you may later regret. If you ever get the urge to confess your undying love or hatred after a few too many cocktails, Gmail will block those emails until you complete some simple math problems (basically, until Gmail verifies you are coherent enough to broadcast your late night thoughts). I can think of a few emails I would have liked to e-block, but really, I need this for my phone to stop me from sending texts messages after respectable hours. Can someone get on that please?

This picture has nothing to do with the post. It just makes me laugh really hard.

This (mostly) Just In

Life on Mars Premieres Tonight - Having mentioned this US remake on several occasions, I am perhaps the most eager person in America for this show about a present day cop who wakes up in 1973 after an accident. He's not sure if he's dead or in a coma or has actually traveled back in time. I loved the BBC version, like, more than anything ever (except for it's spin-off Ashes to Ashes, which is even better). Here's hoping they haven't fraked it up.

The Riches is Canceled - In news only Garney and I care about, FX announced they will not be bringing the Eddie Izzard/Minnie Driver drama back for another season. It's a shame, really. Now where can we go for our gypsy, con-artist entertainment?!?

Happy Yom Kippur - To all our Jewish readers, I hope this Day of Atonement finds you, um, however you should be on Yom Kippur (mainly hungry, I'm guessing). In your honor, I'm signing up for JDate as someone willing to covert. You're welcome.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

The List: Vol. 2

Not just any list...The List. Here's some stuff worth checking out:

TV: Real Time with Bill Maher - So, you still don't have HBO? Get on it, dummy. I hate to admit it, but I get, like, 50% of my news from Bill. He tries to be even-handed, but really he's a crazy liberal just like me. Thank God.

Music: Acid Tongue by Jenny Lewis - The Rilo Kiley front woman has a new solo album and it's totally rad. Spanning genres and time periods, Jenny rocks a little harder and pays quasi-homage to Barbara Streisand with an 8 minute medley. That's my kinda of gal.

Book: Generation Kill - The brilliant mini-series on HBO wasn't enough...I had to check out the source material by Evan Wright, a reporter embedded with Recon Marines during the invasion of Iraq. The Marines are so amazing. You couldn't create characters this interesting or hilarious.

Sports Team: Tampa Bay Rays - Not to beat a dead horse, but you basically have until Friday to choose between good and evil. I have faith in you all to do the right thing (well, except for Liz and Jon. They've already made their choice to get behind the new Yankees. Though, I guess they get a pass for actually being from the Boston area. The rest of you, no pass).

I realized I haven't seen any movies recently to add to The List. Lost is consuming my Netflix and friends are consuming my free time (how dare they!). Don't worry. I'll see something this weekend and tell you all about it. Try and make it until then.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

A Blog Divided

It’s on, people.


Me and Red. Symbolically. And before you get all smart ass, "I'm" totally dodging that hit.


The Battle in the Blogosphere. The War on the Web. Donnybrook is the Watchword.

The stars have aligned to pit my life long loves the Boston Red Sox against Red’s newly acquired paramours the Tampa Bay Rays in the American League Championship Series. (That’s baseball for those of you who don’t like sports, or who aren’t grandparents like us and follow football like normal, God fearin’ ‘mericans.).

Yesterday, Boston beat the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim (who are apparently as poor at losing as they are at fielding routine pop-ups), and the Rays beat the Chicago White Sox, guaranteeing a match-up Friday at legendary* Tropicana Field. It’ll be a best of 7 series to see who gets to represent the American League in the World Series.

While Red and I are both big baseball fans, we’ve always managed to live in relative harmony, since her regular team, the Padres, are in the National League, meaning our teams rarely, if ever meet. But when the Padres hit the skids this year and the Rays became the feel good story of the year, Red decided to stake an early claim on the bandwagon. Sure, we knew there was a possibility that the Rays and Sox could meet in the postseason, but I don’t think either of us really thought it would happen.

But now here we are, the strength of our bond tested like never before. My Olde Towne Team facing off against the Worst to First upstarts from America’s Wang. Expect trash talk, tears, hair pulling, and maybe a new haircut for Red if she gets really into it.

May the best team win. And may the blog survive.


* From the catwalks to the Easter basket grass they call “turf,” Tropicana Field is hands down the ugliest park in Major League Baseball. Like I said, there will be trash talk.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Things I Don't Get: The Killer's New Single

Normally, I don't spend much time dissecting song lyrics because, let's face it, a lot of times they just don't make sense (take "I am the eggman," for example. Really John? An eggman? Maybe you are just high). However, "Human," the latest song from The Killers, has me buggin'. The first few times I heard it, I thought Brandon Flowers was asking "Are we human? Or are we dancer?" which frankly, makes no damn sense at all. This morning, I looked up the lyrics and found out he's saying "Are we human? Or are we denser?" which really, well, doesn't make sense either. I've spent the past 45 minutes trying to figure this out. Obviously, he's not sure if we are human, so does he think we are simply more densely populated than humans? Or more stupid? Or we require more concentration to comprehend? I don't get it.

Do you get it? Can you please explain? This song is already everywhere (and I kinda like it), so I have a feeling I'll be pondering this question for at least a month. And again I prove the list of reasons my life is sad could, like, pave a sidewalk of paper around the globe. Probably twice.

Here's an idea: make sense! And get haircuts, you damn hippies!

[Update]: Apparently the lyrics are "Are we human, or are we dancer?" and according to this post on Amazon, Brandon Flowers said, "the lyrics were inspired by a disparaging comment made by Hunter S. Thompson about how America was raising a generation of dancers." So, I guess that sort of makes sense, in a Hunter S. Thompson kinda way. I told you I would think about this for way too long.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Quote of the Week


The official "I've run out of stuff to post about" post is back with this second installment. This quote is brought to you by a former married co-worker, who had this to say after my always amazing karaoke rendition of Tammy Wynette's "Stand By Your Man":

You drink Guinness and sing songs about sex. How are you not married?

If only it were that easy...

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Automatic for the People

Really, this is one of my least favorite R.E.M. albums (yeah, you heard me), but overall I'm pretty big fan of the the band, and I ran into a fun little tidbit about the orgin of the album's name. Apparently it comes from the slogan of a restaurant known as Weaver D's in Athens, Georgia:

(WARNING: this clip involves artory-clogging doses of southern fried foods)

Top 5: Inappropriate Crushes

News flash: I'm single! And I like men! I realized all my talk of ScarJo and Christina Hendricks may have confused some of you, so I decided it's time to talk about some fellas. Some young fellas. Here's the top 5 dudes I totally crush on...even though they are all under 25:

1. Daniel Radcliffe (19) - Harry Potter may only be 19, but he's coming into his own. I recently watched December Boys, which sucked, but he was kinda hot. And he's now appearing nude on Broadway in Equus. Our little Harry is all grown up.

2. Tristan Wilds (19) - I'll admit it. I like the new 90210. Mostly, I watch for Tristan Wilds (fka Michael on The Wire) as the new Brandon. He's nothing like the old Brandon (except he just got a job at The Peach Pit), but, in just 4 short weeks, he's already landed Kelly Taylor's little sister. What a stud.

3. Shia LaBeouf (22) - No, I will not get over it!


4. Matt Kemp (24, above) - The center fielder for the evil LA Dodgers is so gorgeous, every time he bats I feel the guilt of a catholic school boy. If the Cubs collapse and the Dodgers make it to the series, Kemp will be the single shining light in an otherwise dark world.

5. Hunter Parrish (21) - Hunter plays the eldest son on Weeds. He seemed to spend most of this season shirtless...and we can all thank God for that.

See! Further proof I have weird taste in men...and excellent taste in women.