Friday, December 17, 2010

Rap Goes 'Hey Hey'

Has anyone else noticed rap lyrics have gone gay?

The new song by Kid Cudi declares:

"All the crazy sh** I did tonight, those will be the best memories.
I just wanna let it go for a while, that will be the best therapy for me."

Coolio would have had his dreads cut off if he rhymed the word therapy back in '95. We are making progress.

There's Only One Mickey

Last night I finally saw Black Swan.

Fun movie...except the ending completely copied The Wrestler.

Being a fan of your own work can be dangerous, but don't worry Darren, it's a struggle I embrace everyday.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

I Feel Like Such A Man!

Earlier this week I bought my new Mac Book.

And today, I successfully set up wireless internet. All. By. Myself.

Right now, I'm officially blogging from my sofa; it's so refreshing not having to trek all the way to my desk to type about myself.

Later tonight, I plan to gChat from my bed just so I can feel like Tom Hanks in You've Got Mail.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Cougar Cruise

Just when you think Norwegian Cruise Line can't get more trashy, they hike their sails higher.

The Norwegian Sky is set to embark on it's third Cougar Cruise; only younger men and older women may join the buffet. Something tells me Courtney Cox will not be sipping Malbec on the sundeck.

These men better read Life of Pi before they board!

Friday, November 12, 2010

HP What?

To the marketing team behind HP7, you are not a Nintendo Wii game, you're Harry Potter! No trendy abbrevs allowed.

Shame on J.K. for allowing the Muggles to muck this up.

Marathon Cheerleader

Last Sunday I volunteered at the mile 24 water stop for the NYC marathon.

As I watched the runners in agony, I struggled to find the right words to serenade them with.

"Almost there!" True but annoying.
"Looking good!" Sweet but a lie.
"Keep it up!" Inspirational but obvious.

Finally, I settled on:

"If P.Diddy can do it, so can you!"
Irritating yet flashy, New York to the last .2 mile!

Mini Mumbai

As many Romanaics know, I recently voyaged to the DMV to get a new license.

I actually enjoy the DMV. Ever since reading Jhumpa Lahiri's The Namesake I've wanted a passage to India, and the DMV, in many ways, is like a mini-Mumbai: complete chaos, kids running around without shoes, everyone appears disease ridden. But unlike India, you only need one malaria pill to go.*

*Two if you go on Monday when the line is extra long.