Wednesday, June 24, 2009

yummy.

Vosges Haut-chocolate. I found out about it about three years back, during my crazy obsession with baking and all things related. Anyway, I finally got to try it when I went to the Vosges store in Chicago. Basically, its chocolate with a bunch of different, sometimes disgusting sounding (or actually just disgusting) stuff in it. Ones I won't be trying soon: Organic dark chocolate + reishi mushrooms + organic walnuts? I think I'll pass on that one. Ginger + wasabi + black sesame seeds + dark chocolate? Sorry, I don't feel like eating chocolate cleans out my sinuses, too. Ones that are really delicious: Goji Bar (Tibetan goji berries + pink Himalayan salt + deep milk chocolate), Barcelona Bar (hickory smoked almonds + Fleur de Sel grey sea salt + deep milk chocolate) and (also the name of my future child) Woolloomooloo Bar (roasted and salted macadamia nuts + Indonesian coconut + hemp seeds + deep milk chocolate). Anyway, you really should try one if you see them. They make big bars and mini bars so you can try them and love them, or potentially spit them out and not feel too horrible about your awful wastefulness of chocolate that kids in Africa might eat if they didn't have tastebuds (my mom really didn't like leftovers). I know they sell Vosges bars at Central Market, but I'm not sure where else. Maybe Whole Foods, too. Go get one though.

(footnote: the inspiration for this post was the fact that I ate an entire Barcelona Bar in about ten minutes. Do it.)

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

celebrity trash.

Okay, it really is celebrity trash, but its a parody, so that means it doesn't count, right? Right?

Full show pilot is here. Password is "whippedbutter" (seriously).

you really should give this a listen.

I've kind of become obsessed with this person/group/whatever called Catatonic Youth. There's pretty much no information about them anywhere on the internet besides the description given by Last.fm: "A solitary teenager from WA ignites the EP world on fire in 2008." So I'm going to assume that, like Wikipedia, Last.fm never lies, and that this is true. Sadly, I can only find five of their songs, four of which are in this .zip file. Even more sadly, Catatonic Youth is apparently no more. Nonetheless, this EP, Piss Scene, really is fantastic. It's like the Stooges meets Ariel Pink or Wavves. Noisy, fuzzy, even kinda catchy, but really, it's just good fucking music. Seriously, it'll take five minutes to download, so just do it. You'll probably like it.

a lil scary, but hilarious.

So. This kids mom has deleted his World of Warcraft account. That's kinda all you need to know.



Best moment: the kid trying to put the remote up his ass.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

well, yeah.

In the midst of my summer school induced boredom this week, I couldn't really keep my mind to my studies and basically just thought of a bunch of random stupid stuff that for some reason I've decided to share. First off, I have no idea where "beachball sunset" came from, other than inside my little confused head. I guess I thought about the beautiful Galveston beach today? Nah. Anyway, not really sure what I'm going to put up on here. The only thing I'm really sure about is that you probably should be doing something better with your time than reading this. In that same vein, I should probably be doing something better with my time than writing this, but that's probably not going to stop me. If I'm not writing, it just means I'm too lazy to get off the couch and stop watching Law and Order or something equally intellectual.

Okay, first post. My parents have been really into going to festivals around Texas lately. It started with the more innocent "catfish fry" and "crawfish boil" type events, but has slowly spiraled down into the world of Polka Festivals. My dad is Czech and he was around it as a kid, and now apparently he feels some impending sense of mortality and has decided to reconnect with his roots. That's what I hope, I guess. Anyway, my mom, in typical mom fashion, got my dad a shirt for Father's Day that reads: "Yak she mash, I'm Czech". Very original, I know. The shirt looks entirely too big for him, so at least he has an excuse not to wear it. Okay, so what I thought was mildly amusing was the fact that they are planning on going to another Polka/Czech/Old People event in the future, something called "West Fest". I was for some reason delighted by this, even though its really dumb. Here you go: http://www.westfest.com/. I'm just hopeful that FPH West Fest starts leaning towards traditional Moravian costumes and kolache fun-runs.

Update: He wore it.