Fony?

Big business is finding more creative ways to catch your attention, and perhaps more importantly, your money. Or should I say desperate? (No one wants to look desperate.)

First came Starbucks', shall we say, innovative holiday marketing campaign in SF, now Sony is attempting to appeal to the city masses by using graffiti artists to create "street art" to promote its PSP.



Of more interest to me is that critics of this campaign are grafitti-ing over Sony's ads as a way to express their disapproval.

trashy new year

When all else fails, celebrity gossip reigns.

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K-Fed at the ATM. Prolly spending Brit's money.



Um, does anyone care enough about Daisy Fuentas to really want her autograph?!


Ugh. That's nasty, Brady boy.


Michael Bolton and Nicolette Sheridan are apparently back together. What is this world coming to?


Jessica Simpson buys more junk food than I do.


Kelly Osbourne: When Dogs Look Like Their Owners.


Yikes, Nicole Richie is getting smaller by the minute!


Jen and Vince stayed at Montage Resort and Spa in Laguna Beach for the New Year's holiday. What's significant about that? They checked in as "Mr. and Mrs. Smith."

blow hard

I don't like saying "I told you so," but really.

I told you so.

Randy: But Catalina, winning this car for Joy is my Christmas present to Earl. This is for family - at Christmas. You know - Feliz Naviblah.
Catalina: [shaking her head side-to-side] That means nothing.
Randy: To you, maybe. But to an American it means Christmas in Mexican.


It was a little "blah," truth be told.

But Santa was good to me, as he always is, and for the first time in several years, I got to spend Christmas Day with my immediate family as a whole. No one mentioned why we were all together this year, but I said an extra prayer for Grandma at church yesterday morning and thought about how we won't have a chance to spend another Christmas with her.

Maudlin, yes?

Things picked up a bit when we headed to my uncle's house for our usual Christmas activities, where I joined the boys' table and played cards for a couple of hours instead of gossiping with the wimminfolk in front of the TV (Tim--you should see my uncle's TV! I think my dad is paying him too much! :) )

mele kalikimaka

I'm anti the posting of lyrics. It seems so "angsty teenage diary," but damnit! Sometimes they just click.

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"The Christmas Song," DMB

She was his girl; he was her boyfriend
She be his wife; take him as her husband
A surprise on the way, any day, any day
One healthy little giggling
dribbling baby boy
The wise men came three made their way

To shower him with love
While he lay in the hay
Shower him with love love love
Love love love
Love love is all around

Not very much of his childhood was known
Kept his mother Mary worried
Always out on his own
He met another Mary for a reasonable fee, less than
Reputable as known to be

His heart was full of love love love
Love love love
Love love is all around
When Jesus Christ was nailed to the his tree
Said "oh, Daddy-o I can see how it all soon will be
I came to shed a little light on this darkening scene
Instead I fear I spill the blood of my children all around"

The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children all around
So the story goes, so I'm told
The people he knew were
Less than golden hearted
Gamblers and robbers
Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers
Like you and me

Rumors insisited he soon would be
For his deviations
Taken into custody by the authorities
Less informed than he.
Drinkers and jokers. all soul searchers
Searching for love love love
Love love love
Love love is all around

Preparations were made
For his celebration day
He said "eat this bread and think of it as me
Drink this wine and dream it will be
The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children all around"
The blood of our children all around

Father up above, why in all this anger have you fill
Me up with love
Fill me love love love
Love love love
Love love
And the blood of our children all around

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Merry/Happy Christmukah Kwanza to all.

festivus for the rest of us

It's supposed to start raining tonight, and last until Wednesday. This is a bit hard for me to believe, as it was mid-70s today, warm enough to spend time outside.

But I didn't.

Instead, I stayed inside, eating chicken chili and reading "An Idiot Girl's Christmas" and watching a great deal of season two of "Arrested Development."

I had every intention of going outside, I really did, and even went so far as to open my patio doors to let the warm air in. But as with an increasing number of things, I just couldn't do it.

This isn't one of those entries, there will be plenty of time for that next week, when hopefully I can record all of the jumbled thoughts that are bouncing around my brain.

Imagine that. Mid-70s on Christmas Eve.

And Michael Crichton says global warming is a farce.

photo-tastic

Who doesn't love a random photo entry?!


Christmas caroling

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And they meant it! Their Doberman, oddly enough, has the same name as a friend's husband...

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Huge, gorgeous, tree

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Choir at the Nutcracker last weekend

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On the back of a delivery truck this week

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Why, yes, we DO have winter in California!

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New camera goodies: digital macro!

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Early Christmas celebration










I love my new tripod. :)

winter showers

You'd think, that with the holiday season here, I'd stop thinking of myself and only buy for others as my mother taught me.

You'd think, right?

I guess not. Today I splurged on a Hansgrohe showerhead for my master bathroom. Yes, the one I had was perfectly fine, but I believe that baths and showers should be an experience. Cheesy, yes. But I'm beyond stoked to have a shower under this.

Perhaps it's all the rain we've been having that inspired this purchase...