lemurs, dodgeball, and cheerleading

Lemurs are the smallest primates, or so I'm told on The Discovery Channel. I think I heard that right.

I know a fair amount about lemurs, owing to a grade school/high school classmate who used to paint them quite often. (Did you know that they are found almost exclusively on Madagascar? I did.) So I'm, like, reliving an element of my childhood by watching this show. (By the way, the grade school classmate is Andrew Denman, noted wildlife artist. Take a look.)

Which is weird, because earlier today I watched Dodgeball, which was directed by a kid in my sister's class in high school. Rawson Thurber. (There is much irony in him directing a movie about underdogs, by the way. Great irony, indeed.) It's old home week or something.

So there should be a third person from my childhood who has made a name for himself (or herself ... step up, ladies!), to complete what could be an Orinda Fame Trifecta. Perhaps we'll hear from Bernadette Protti or something.

nickelback = bad; nickelback + nickelback = kind of good

Check out this ball of horror.

Nickelback recorded almost exactly the same song twice and called it two songs. Overlay one song over the other, however, and wouldn't you know it but they make some pretty nice harmonies.

They should do this all the time.

goddamned car ads

You know those car ads where the camera is sitting on the dash or (more likely) it's mounted on the hood of the car? And the car's going very, very, very, very fast? And you can't really see the road ahead until you're already around that turn, over that hill, &c? And the road's wet.

Okay, so have you ever woken up from a deep slumber in a car to the realization that the driver has ALSO just awoken from a deep slumber? Such that the road has turned and the car has not? It kind of looks and feels like those ads.

STOP IT, AUTOMOTIVE INDUSTRY. JUST STOP IT. IT'S FREAKY.

Thanks.

Love,
Katie

memo slut

I pass this every day on my way to work.

MEMO SLUT. Seems an odd place to voice one's concerns about another's licentious use of the "Reply All" button, but then ... well, I see it every day. On my way to work. So maybe it's reaching its intended audience after all. I feel so ... cheap.

"By the way," you're thinking, "How'd you take that picture, you letterhead whore?" Carefully, that's how. Very carefully.

don't you hate it

When you go away from the room for a while, and you go write your first rent check, and you decide to make a card to hold your first rent check, and then you fuck up the lettering and you have to start again, and you decide to change the way the card's going to look and so you have all these extra letters and you're all proud because you managed to use the letters anyway, or some of them, and then you walk back into the room and realize the TV's been on this whole time (woopsie), and it's Italian Futurist porn.

I hate when that happens.

hello, nadine

At the request of someone named Nadine, and to more succinctly tell the story of my adult life to date, I'm posting my class notes here for the perusal of the web-browsing populace at large. You're welcome.

After graduating in '02, I moved to Cambodia, tending bar at a bookstore, drawing a comic book about HIV/AIDS, and drawing a scathing comic strip about the expatriate community. Fifteen months later, I returned to New York, working for Cook+Fox Architects in their marketing department. Fifteen months later again, I applied and was accepted to this ridiculous school/advertising agency/experiment thing at Wieden+Kennedy in Portland, Oregon. Fifteen months later still, I moved to Los Angeles to work at 72andSunny as a studio artist. I've been here four months, which means I've got eleven months left if I am to perpetuate my destiny of not living anywhere for longer than fifteen months at a stretch. I'm thinking Minneapolis.

this isn't actually technically alright with me

It's supposed to get to 99 degrees today.

It's 84 degrees right now, and it's only 10 am.

Help.