Zeep, automatic flushing toilets and Friday the 13th

Last night, I came home to new music.  Yesss! The band: Zeep.  The album: People & Things.  They’re a duo with roots in Brasil and Germany, and their sound is a little Brazilian, a bit tropical and a tad sweet.  Listening to the album, I want to drink sangria or smoke out of a hookah.  The upside of being with someone for 12 years: They can buy you an album after hearing one song and know you’ll like it – and you do.  Happy, happy; joy, joy.

Moving on to more important things, I dislike automatic flushing toilets.  I’m all for not spreading germs, particularly those from public bathrooms, but they just make me feel lazy.  I’m all for tv remote controls and microwaves, but come on! I can flush a toilet.  And, they’ll flush at the hint of a breeze.  I don’t like to sit on a flushing toilet, do you? 

In other news, I’m still keen on exploring our new hood.  We went downtown LW earlier this week and stopped by The Taco Lady.  Ah, nothing like a freakin’ good wet burrito.  And we got to sample their homemade hardshell tacos…yum to the o.  I don’t dislike chain restaurants, but let me tell you it definitely beat Moe’s.  Sure, we were served on a paper plate and had plastic cutlery and there were only 3 tables in the place, but we got to chat with locals and eat good, cheap food!  Speaking of food, desserts specifically, I got my Monkey on and picked up some gloroious rasberry and pistachio French macarons.  Yes, I shared.  If you’ve never had a French-style mac, I highly recommend doing it.

Happy Friday the 13th!

What is up with customer service?

As I type this, I’m on hold with AT&T.  In fact, this phone call is crossing the 20-minute-and-4-representatives mark.  First, it was Kaia at AT&T U-verse; then Pen or Penny at AT&T wireless; Jeneanne was next; and now I have Ashley on the line.  Oh, it’s really a party up in here; Melinda’s just joined us on the line.  That’s five.  Five people to go through for a simple task - I want to bundle my wireless and cable/internet services on one bill.  One company, one bill.  Sounds simple, but apparently, if you’re AT&T, it is not.   

I was sort of gung-ho about AT&T’s cable/internet service mainly because they don’t make you sign a freakin’ contract (*cough*Comcast*cough!).  Secondly, I don’t know techie stuff, but I heard the ‘fiber optics’ thing is good.  Plus, we have our mobile service with them.  So here we are now.  More specifically, here we are on hold.  Looks like I’ve now passed the 35-minute mark. 

Why do we put up with this shiz?  The Fed says our economy is on the mend, but with service like this, I don’t see how.  I feel the total of opposite of wanting to buy something right now.  Instead, I feel compelled to sell everything and move to a remote island.  Like Bouvet.  

In any event, I’ll stop boring you with my customer service bitching.  Instead, enjoy this picture of Mr. Hyde Herbert Pace in his Halloween “chicken head” costume.  Totally unhappy.  We  love him! 

Mint ice cream

Not having a computer or cable really  makes one feel … behind!  Behind on news.  Behind on goss.  Just a general 2000-and-late feeling.  Cable isn’t as much missed as my computer, though.  I was going through some pictures last night, and then I was sad thinking about all the other pictures I had … on my computer   Oh well.  Maybe some things are better left just in memory.  No physical evidence to challenge a thought.  ohhhh

In other news, JP and I finally finished Season 1 of Lost.  Without cable, we’ve been heading to the library for all of our viewing pleasures.  I’m not sure why we picked Lost; probably because Disc 1 for Season 1 was in stock.  Had to start somewhere, right?  And I’m glad to see Matthew Fox in a successful series; I was a Party of Five fan.  What’s more, I like watching all the scenes that are supposed to be taking place in Australia.  The light switches aren’t like that in Australia.  They Sydney Harbor doesn’t look like that! 

Taking so much time between posts isn’t good.  There are a hundred things I wanted to say, and in the end, I talk about tv shows and … mint ice cream.  That’s the color we painted one of the bedrooms this weekend.  Adios, Purple Room!  Bedroom #2 was smeared with Harbor Aqua.  My mom even came down to help us with the painting party, which was awesome!  We were able to knock out both rooms in a day.  We’ll have to go back and do some touching up - and to paint the trim - but it’s great to see new colors on the wall.

Gotta love Warren G.

Regulaaators!  Mount up!

The 90s did bring us a few good things: NAFTA, the World Wide Web, a free Nelson Mandela, Seinfeld, Nirvana … and good old fashioned hip hop.  More specifically, Warren G.     

VanityFair.com features an interview with him (read it here), which I couldn’t help but think has to be one of the most honest, humorous celebrity interviews I’ve read in a long time.  Combining financial insights and Cristal, kudos to Warren and contributing writer Eric Spitznagel, and here are some of my favorite parts:

VF: So that’s why Chrysler is bankrupt? Their cars don’t have enough leg-room for dancing?

WG: At all! (Laughs.) It’s a trip. You know that little bitty car they sell, the electric car that’s real small? You can’t even fart in that car.

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VF: What are your thoughts on health care reform? Is it really just socialism in disguise?

WG: You know what, man? I couldn’t even tell you. I just know they need to fix it, period. Let Obama do his thing.

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I don’t know if you get this a lot, but when white people over a certain age hear the name Warren G, their first reaction is usually “Do you mean Warren G. Harding?” I assume there’s no connection.

Naw, man! That’s absurd. I’m Warren Griffith the Third. I ain’t named after nobody named Harding.

So you’re never like, “I wanna give a shout-out to the Budget and Accounting Act of 1921, bitches!”

Hell no! I don’t even know who the fuck Warren G. Harding was.