Entries from February 2015 ↓

Christina Perri

About a year ago I remember hearing “Human” on the radio and thinking to myself, “wow that singer’s voice is amazing.” And then I began crying. While driving. That was not a great idea. I really don’t know how I didn’t investigate a little more. So today I finally bought Chisitina Perri’s albums and I’m stunned. Tears. Her voice is so beautiful and strong and penetrating. I have a new favorite to add my list of amazing female vocalists.

Hilarious Dreams

I still cannot stop laughing. Last night I couldn’t sleep. There was too much funny stuff on the internet that was making me laugh and laugh and laugh. Finally, after I put the phone down, I started to drift off to sleep and was having a sleeping-pill induced dream about needing to keep this one door shut with twine, but I had to build a really fancy slipknot with the twine to slip over the door handle while it kept banging open and shut in the wind but when I got the silverware drawer out so I could get a knife to cut the twine all we had were spoons and I started laughing in my dream so hard and then that made me start giggling while asleep in real life really loudly and I woke myself up laughing and laughing and laughing. You get the humor right? It’s like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife. I died. And then kept laughing. Dying Laughing. My dream had become a song from my favorite singer of all time. And I’m still giggling about it this morning. But then…

When I fell back asleep I had a sex dream with a half human/half lion. Yeah basically I had a sex dream about Lion-O from the Thundercats. And it was hot. And I’m a nerd. The end.

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Sound of Music

Little known fact. The Sound of Music is one of my all-time favorite movies. I’ve watched it on the order of 100 times or more. So much so that for years at 43 Norfolk Dre, James, and I would sing these lyrics to each other when we went to bed (to the dismay of our other 6 roommates):

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu
Do do do do do do, do do do do do
So long, farewell, au revoir, auf wiedersehen
I’d like to stay and taste my first champagne
Yes?
No!
Do do do do do do

Lady Gaga did a damn fine job last night, tho I still think we gave her a run for her money all those years ago in our warehouse…

CAKE from the Skies

Techie friends: I have a serious problem and I really need your help. Last night I ate an entire share size box of Junior Mints. And by share size, I mean I shared them with me myself and my belly while I watched TV all night. But here’s the thing: I didn’t want Junior Mints. What I really I wanted was a slice of German chocolate cake and a ginger ale. But it was late and I was already in my pajamas and the store is so very far away. So techie friends here’s what I’d like your help with. Remember Tacocopter? Yeah, like that. But for cake. So I really need you to invent the CakeCopter: Drones that fly cake to me at any time of the day or night. I don’t even need variety. Just preload that shit with some German chocolate goodness and deliver it to me on the daily and I’ll be a happy customer and your new best friend. I’ll even be your first Kickstarter contributor. Ready. Set. Cake!

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Liza Flume

I first heard Liza Flume’s voice speak to me across the emotional expanse while I was at Burning Man last year. I was out dancing around with some friends when one of our DJ friends played the following remix. The lyrics were the perfect catalyst for reflection on my (at the time) recent breakup.

Then I heard the original version with Liza’s voice more isolated and it devastated me with its beauty. I still listen to it weekly.

And then today I discovered her song Poison. And again, I’m floored. I love her, her voice, her lyrics, her contemplation of relationships, her everything.

Galactic Picard

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Literature Meets Comics

Lene sent me this joke and it gave me a cross-genre nerdgasm.

Who is Jay Gatsby’s favorite superhero?
Green Lantern.

Who is Jay Gatsby’s least favorite superhero?
Deadpool.

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Jupiter Ascending and Princess Saving

I love this review (which contains only mild spoilers). And this reviewer’s biggest criticism is basically the same thing I said to James as soon as we walked out of the theater:

“If I had to critique this movie in any sort of, you know, actual way (beyond ‘it was a hot-ass mess’), I would say that I do wish the film had been a little less caught up in the traditional model of princess-saving. When I hear ‘Mila Kunis black leather space princess,’ I want to see her bulked the hell up, Emily Blunt style, kicking ass and taking names. We don’t get to see Kunis looking really cool until the very end of the film, at which point I wanted way more of that. Which, I guess, means I would pay for a sequel.”

On Having a Big Butt

I’ve always had a big butt. This is my tale.

I’ve loved running my whole life. The feeling of the wind hitting my face during my jogs and sprints is invigorating. One particular side-effect of being a runner is the enhancements it provides to the gluteus muscles. Yep. Runner’s butt.

During my freshman high school Track season, our uniforms consisted of the tiniest little green running shorts over the top of black spandex shorts. We’d often only wear the green running shorts during races. When we had home meets my friends would see me walking around in my skin-tight spandex and they took notice of the excessive curves I was rocking in my backside. And obviously, as teenagers do, they made it a meme.

This was also around the time that Sir Mix-a-lot’s famous song about big ol’ booties was popular on the radio. Immediately my nickname became “Baby Got Back,” and also sometimes, “Becky,” as in, “oh my god, Becky, look at her butt.”

By sophomore year we conceptually leapt across genres to the Beatles song Get Back (which is linguistically somewhat close to Got Back). That song features two characters: JoJo and Loretta. I have no idea why I didn’t get to be JoJo. But I didn’t. Instead my nickname became Loretta. Probably because it had already been Becky, so it made perfect sense to swap it out for another lady’s name.

So yes, my butt is a thing. A big thing. A source of nicknames. Of song attributions. Of humor and jokes. A spectacle in shiny leggings. A reason why jeans never fit. And while I was once embarrassed and even a little ashamed, I now love my gargantuan posterior.

Big. Booty. Pride. Forever.

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My Spirit Animal

Three things.

1) This woman is my new spirit animal. I love her and she is my everything right now.

2) This is TOTALLY my jam. It’s the only song I will ever ever ever sing at karaoke (and I know all the words by heart and totes obvi sang along as I watched this video).

3) This is baaaaasically me at the gym every night. Maybe without the bent over booty shake. But pretty damn close.

For the Love of Green

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I was five when my world changed.

Up until that point I’d been a pretty big Superman devotee. Back then Superman was the All-American Hero. Incorruptible. Kind. And often only conquered or defeated when his love for and need to protect others was used against him. I admired these traits as a little kid. I watched Super Friends religiously every morning before school. I was five and in kindergarten when one day as I was watching an episode of Super Friends my life changed forever.

There’s this one episode in which Superman and Green Lantern must merge together (I know, super gay, right?), in order to create the universe’s most powerful weapon and defeat some big bad villain. In that moment, the power of the Green Lantern was revealed. My eyes were opened. And a life long obsession began.

Many things appeal to me about Green Lantern. His bravery. His strength of character. His will power. All things that make him a powerful wielder of the green light. (And Kyle Rayner = mega swoon.) But as I’ve gotten (much) older and my love of GL remains as strong as ever, I’ve realized it goes beyond these personality traits.

There’s something really compelling about how he taps into a great source of power, bends it using his imagination, and forms impressive creations. It might sound like a bit of stretch, but I sometimes like to think of my career in word-making this way. I tap into this huge source of words, letters, metaphors, and concepts, I imagine how they could be rearranged, what things could look like if we stretch our thinking, and then I form an interesting new twist on a word or concept to breathe life into a product or company.

Certainly not all of my naming projects are this exciting and creative. But some of them are. And those are the most rewarding and the ones that make me feel closest to my childhood idol.

Also, if you doubt my obsession, check out my fanboy blogposts over the years.

And apparently there are sexy Green Lantern male lingerie for sale for your Second Life avatar. How do I get these made in real life??


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