So Earth Day is coming up 4/22, and I love this holiday. I love the Earth, I love talking about how much I love the Earth, I love when other people get jazzed about how much THEY love the Earth. And when the Discovery Channel has the idea to put all of this love held for the Earth into a 1:01 min commercial, with a catchy jingle... you guessed it I love that too.
Disney is coming out with a movie called "Earth". Coming to theaters 4/22 for every ticket sold that first week, they'll plant a tree. So please go see the movie because the world really is just an awesome place.
The Place to Be.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Super Furry Animals
Favorite book coming to life. AND IT'S NOT AN APRIL FOOL'S JOKE!!! Some days I really hate how many producers and Hollywood yahoos take the magic out of books and slap mediocrity on screen. But I really don't think that's the case here. Coming to theaters October 16, "Where the Wild Things Are" is impressing kids, stoners, and stoner kids all together in unison as we sing along to the Arcade Fire karaoke and once again discover the gnarly headrush of daring to dream.
Kevin Smith waxed poetic in 150- characters when he tweeted:
ThatKevinSmith:"Where the Wild Things Are" trailer so beautiful, it made me cry. Granted, I'm stoned, but still. Flick moves to top of my must-see list.
Monday, March 30, 2009
"Life is Good when You're Filled with Blood"
As much as I crack up at this video, I'm eager to see if his favorite act actually catches on as quickly as the "Edward" craze has. Sweeping the nation, one reluctant girlfriend at a time. If so, I'll be irrevocably convinced that humankind are all sheep.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
I Googled Boredom and This is What Came Up
I decided this morning in a last-ditch effort to find the sleep that has left my life recently, I would Google myself and others I know. As boring as I though it would be, it was. But there were a few treasures I found that fascinated me so much that I am now going to blog about them here.
First, I Googled my blog.
http://www.google.com/search?q=linzloveslaughter&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a
I discovered that instead of actually leading followers to the entertaining bit of social media found here, Google would rather direct them to a lesbian porn blog on Myspace.
Of course if you ask my mother, she would assume they were one and the same place.
I then Googled myself with no really interesting results. So I googled my brother and a Giant fishing website came up.
Captain Jake Herrin's Fishing adventures!! dot com
My brother is an indie-rock nerd who loves comic books and is in a band. Basically an older beardier version of me.
In addition to this awesome fishing site where man, they love fish, a lovely photo came up. I think it speaks better than I ever could so I'll just let you see.
Love ya, bro!
When Googleing my father, I discovered that he and my 5 year- old younger cousin are appealing to the Indiana Supreme Court for a divorce. Many jokes about the South to follow I'm sure.
Perhaps the most disturbing information received, was in the Googleing of my mother. I discovered that she, posed as an insurance agent in Opp, Alabama, donated money to Mike Huckabee's presidential campaign. FOR SHAME,WOMAN!!
Oddly enough we used to live in Alabama, not that far from Opp. Mama, got something you need to admit? Hmm???
To recap: My family portrait is being repainted as a result of this Google epiphany. I, the lesbian porn blogger, stand next to my brother, the towheaded blonde fisherwoman in the poker visor. My parents stand behind us, each with a proud hand of reassurance resting on one of their child's shoulders. My father, the divorcee of my cousin. My mother, the Republican campaign supporter.
Oddly enough, each of their new identities are commonplace in the South. Y'all may laugh at my accent, but at least I don't fall into any major stereotypes of mockery.
If you'll excuse me I need to call my family and ask them if there's anything more I should know.
First, I Googled my blog.
http://www.google.com/search?q=linzloveslaughter&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a
I discovered that instead of actually leading followers to the entertaining bit of social media found here, Google would rather direct them to a lesbian porn blog on Myspace.
Of course if you ask my mother, she would assume they were one and the same place.
I then Googled myself with no really interesting results. So I googled my brother and a Giant fishing website came up.
Captain Jake Herrin's Fishing adventures!! dot com
My brother is an indie-rock nerd who loves comic books and is in a band. Basically an older beardier version of me.
In addition to this awesome fishing site where man, they love fish, a lovely photo came up. I think it speaks better than I ever could so I'll just let you see.
Love ya, bro!
When Googleing my father, I discovered that he and my 5 year- old younger cousin are appealing to the Indiana Supreme Court for a divorce. Many jokes about the South to follow I'm sure.
Perhaps the most disturbing information received, was in the Googleing of my mother. I discovered that she, posed as an insurance agent in Opp, Alabama, donated money to Mike Huckabee's presidential campaign. FOR SHAME,WOMAN!!
Oddly enough we used to live in Alabama, not that far from Opp. Mama, got something you need to admit? Hmm???
To recap: My family portrait is being repainted as a result of this Google epiphany. I, the lesbian porn blogger, stand next to my brother, the towheaded blonde fisherwoman in the poker visor. My parents stand behind us, each with a proud hand of reassurance resting on one of their child's shoulders. My father, the divorcee of my cousin. My mother, the Republican campaign supporter.
Oddly enough, each of their new identities are commonplace in the South. Y'all may laugh at my accent, but at least I don't fall into any major stereotypes of mockery.
If you'll excuse me I need to call my family and ask them if there's anything more I should know.
Moral Dilemma
Is it wrong to rob a little cousin of his/her Nintendo DS, if both other siblings have one as well. I mean what family ACTUALLY needs three DS handhelds? Starving young'uns in Africa people, really. PLUS LOOKIE!!! *whimper* I want:
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Star-Struck
So if you know me, you know that I can rarely make it through the day without traveling to the College Humor website. Where the advanced youth of today go to excite their dry, black senses of humor. True Novacaine for those of us whose humor is sometimes found crude.
I like to investigate the blogs of the starring cast of the original videos, not in a stalker-fantasy kind of way.... More of a let me find more to laugh at, recommended by people I can relate to. Only much cooler than I am... again if you know me you realize these people are not really hard to find.
So I'm browsing through the blog of the director of these epic viral vids, when I come upon a post requesting portraits of himself from people who check the blog.
So my brain goes hey!! hero ask for portrait. you=artist. artist do portraits.
For some reason I devolve into a Neanderthal when I talk to myself. Perhaps it's because I know and sympathize with my own spastacity.
I emailed him with an eager interest to capture his portrait as the only thank-you I can think of to offer for giving my laughter a refuge.
AND HE RESPONDED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously the coolest thing that's happened to me in a long while. It took me two seconds to shake my reverie and freak out with ecstasy.
I realize that the invisible bubble we automatically think exists between us and heroes is actually put up mostly by us not them.
Take a chance. It's awesome when it's rewarded. I'm gonna go be lame and tell my parents! Of course that convo will begin with a 30 minute conversation on what CH is. They just figured out texting and email. This could get ugly...
I like to investigate the blogs of the starring cast of the original videos, not in a stalker-fantasy kind of way.... More of a let me find more to laugh at, recommended by people I can relate to. Only much cooler than I am... again if you know me you realize these people are not really hard to find.
So I'm browsing through the blog of the director of these epic viral vids, when I come upon a post requesting portraits of himself from people who check the blog.
So my brain goes hey!! hero ask for portrait. you=artist. artist do portraits.
For some reason I devolve into a Neanderthal when I talk to myself. Perhaps it's because I know and sympathize with my own spastacity.
I emailed him with an eager interest to capture his portrait as the only thank-you I can think of to offer for giving my laughter a refuge.
AND HE RESPONDED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously the coolest thing that's happened to me in a long while. It took me two seconds to shake my reverie and freak out with ecstasy.
I realize that the invisible bubble we automatically think exists between us and heroes is actually put up mostly by us not them.
Take a chance. It's awesome when it's rewarded. I'm gonna go be lame and tell my parents! Of course that convo will begin with a 30 minute conversation on what CH is. They just figured out texting and email. This could get ugly...
Monday, March 23, 2009
It Ain't Funny, But It Sure Is Hard To Find
Ok so not to post two music videos in a row, but yeah, ok, I'm going to do it. Only because I've been looking for the actual video of this post for AGES...well exactly 4 months but to a college kid with a short attention span = AGES. I'm SO glad I finally found it, I couldn't wait till Christmas to share it, so please enjoy one of the most liberating songs ever written, sung with love by people who've been given a voice to carry.
| The Colbert Report | Mon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c | |||
| A Colbert Christmas: Peace, Love and Understanding | ||||
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Sunday, March 22, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Hometown Heroes
O.K so yes this pic may incite "what a dumbass" comments, or even a superior attitude because you would never think to do this. Me I'm just so damn fortunate to be friends with this dude's girlfriend. I'm gonna name drop that sheesh like crazy y'all...
Here it is the epic photo FTW:
Explanation: He's about to ship out for the Navy, and had to cut his hair. He decided to be a BAMF first. I should also tell you that this pic was mid shot of him moving to dump his head in a cooler full of water. Say what you want, I still think EPIC.
Here it is the epic photo FTW:
Explanation: He's about to ship out for the Navy, and had to cut his hair. He decided to be a BAMF first. I should also tell you that this pic was mid shot of him moving to dump his head in a cooler full of water. Say what you want, I still think EPIC.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Headbangin'
So in light of Natasha Richardson's recent passing, and the fact that it was by a minor brain injury that leads to a fatal "talk and die" syndrome.... well I started to worry. Yes I may be a bit of a hypochondriac sometimes, BUT it's in that kinda adorable Billy Bob Thornton in Bandits way rather than the Jack Nicholson As Good As It Gets way.
At least that's what I tell myself.
Problem:
So I've been banging my head against my pillow to help me sleep since I was a baby. Dr. Spock calls it head-banging... which I assure you makes me sound much cooler than I look... I also bang my head against car seats to the beat of whatever sweet grooves are going. Most kids grow out of this by the age of three... but well you know I like to hold on to tradition. Never Forget. right?
I apologize now to all my friends who have repeatedly mistaken my head-banging for an epileptic seizure.
A study conducted shows that most kids wind up with advanced intelligence if they form this habit, so that's pretty cool I guess. Then again, a more prominent study shows that most kids are autistic if they become head-bangers, especially after the age of three.
My original concern was whether or not I'd suffer a significant amount of brain damage if I continue to head-bang. Now I have to worry about whether I've been living in some autistic closet for 21 years and have just had the door opened.
Question: If being born with webbed feet put me at a 75% risk for being born with Down's, does this new, unnerving statistic cancel that one out..... or just add to the amount of help I should be seeking?
Just remember next time we hang out, that I'm your newly "special" friend Linz. Or as is now the p.c term... I'm "exceptional."
At least that's what I tell myself.
Problem:
So I've been banging my head against my pillow to help me sleep since I was a baby. Dr. Spock calls it head-banging... which I assure you makes me sound much cooler than I look... I also bang my head against car seats to the beat of whatever sweet grooves are going. Most kids grow out of this by the age of three... but well you know I like to hold on to tradition. Never Forget. right?
I apologize now to all my friends who have repeatedly mistaken my head-banging for an epileptic seizure.
A study conducted shows that most kids wind up with advanced intelligence if they form this habit, so that's pretty cool I guess. Then again, a more prominent study shows that most kids are autistic if they become head-bangers, especially after the age of three.
My original concern was whether or not I'd suffer a significant amount of brain damage if I continue to head-bang. Now I have to worry about whether I've been living in some autistic closet for 21 years and have just had the door opened.
Question: If being born with webbed feet put me at a 75% risk for being born with Down's, does this new, unnerving statistic cancel that one out..... or just add to the amount of help I should be seeking?
Just remember next time we hang out, that I'm your newly "special" friend Linz. Or as is now the p.c term... I'm "exceptional."
Friday, March 13, 2009
Number 13 Classic! Unless you're a Jamaican man i guess...
Once again, The Washington Post has published the*winning submissions to its yearly contest,in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings*for common words. The winners are: 1. Coffee (n.) the person upon whom one coughs. 2. Flabbergasted (adj.) appalled over how much weight you have gained. 3. Abdicate (v.) to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach. 4. Esplanade (v.) to attempt an explanation while drunk. 5. Willy-nilly (adj.) impotent. 6. Negligent (adj.) describes a condition in which you absent- mindedly answer the door in your nightgown. 7. Lymph (v.) to walk with a lisp. 8. Gargoyle (n.) olive-flavored mouthwash. 9. Flatulence (n.) emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller. 10. Balderdash (n.) a rapidly receding hairline. 11. Testicle (n.) a humorous question on an exam. 12. Rectitude (n.) the formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists. 13. Pokemon (n) a Rastafarian proctologist. 14. Oyster (n.) a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms. 15. Frisbeetarianism (n.) (back by popular demand): The belief that, when you die, your Soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there. 16. Circumvent (n.) an opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men. |
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
A Lesson in Ballin'
Ok, Spring Break 2k9 WOOT!!!
And I'm partying it up in.... Rocky Mount??????
Ermm....
SO I'm blogging, and playing Super Nintendo NBA Jam, watching basketball, and being molested by my brothers dog...... bout that.
In order, my blogging is going well. New Jake and Amir video that joins the others on my exclusive favorites shelf. Watch it. AMAZING.
http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1903466
NBA Jam is my bitch. Ok well, I don't really think the bragging rights to that one are particularly impressive. In a 16-bit game where you can't foul, basically make every 3- , and goal tending is overlooked by the referees more than Rodman's transgender tendencies, how does one actually get street cred. by being good at that game?
It has led me to the discovery of this fire I have inside me for the sport though. WHich is awesome since that was the goal of my Lent, and now that it's happened I get to sit back, drink a brew, and cheer on my bracket.
A new discovery about me and the b-ball. I like pro better. Whatever get off me. College ball is fun to pass the time in March but I'm really stoked for the NBA playoffs. GO KNICKS.
Finally Xander. The giant bohemouth of a puppy who since Christmas, is basically obsessed with me.
I've kind of accepted it, and just try to ignore the umpaloompas swinging between his legs.
Until last night. I get awakened at 4:30 am. By Xander who has jumped in bed with me ... gotten on top.... grabbed a hold..and just started having fun. Granted, I suppose as some gesture of affection, he did lick me the entire thirty seconds it took me to realize his actions, and shove the 75-lb playboy out of the bed.
Seeing as how he then started whining like the little puppy he is, then did a repeat performance fifteen minutes later, I'm not really sure how the rest of the week is going to pan out. Anyone who knows me and this dog, knows that this is just the 4th date ending to what has always been a mild flirtation (on his part.)
But before any of you call the ASPCA and turn me in, just know that it is a declared law that it's only illegal if the human initiates it. God that fact has just made my week of suffering seemingly twice as long.
And I'm partying it up in.... Rocky Mount??????
Ermm....
SO I'm blogging, and playing Super Nintendo NBA Jam, watching basketball, and being molested by my brothers dog...... bout that.
In order, my blogging is going well. New Jake and Amir video that joins the others on my exclusive favorites shelf. Watch it. AMAZING.
http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1903466
NBA Jam is my bitch. Ok well, I don't really think the bragging rights to that one are particularly impressive. In a 16-bit game where you can't foul, basically make every 3- , and goal tending is overlooked by the referees more than Rodman's transgender tendencies, how does one actually get street cred. by being good at that game?
It has led me to the discovery of this fire I have inside me for the sport though. WHich is awesome since that was the goal of my Lent, and now that it's happened I get to sit back, drink a brew, and cheer on my bracket.
A new discovery about me and the b-ball. I like pro better. Whatever get off me. College ball is fun to pass the time in March but I'm really stoked for the NBA playoffs. GO KNICKS.
Finally Xander. The giant bohemouth of a puppy who since Christmas, is basically obsessed with me.
I've kind of accepted it, and just try to ignore the umpaloompas swinging between his legs.
Until last night. I get awakened at 4:30 am. By Xander who has jumped in bed with me ... gotten on top.... grabbed a hold..and just started having fun. Granted, I suppose as some gesture of affection, he did lick me the entire thirty seconds it took me to realize his actions, and shove the 75-lb playboy out of the bed.
Seeing as how he then started whining like the little puppy he is, then did a repeat performance fifteen minutes later, I'm not really sure how the rest of the week is going to pan out. Anyone who knows me and this dog, knows that this is just the 4th date ending to what has always been a mild flirtation (on his part.)
But before any of you call the ASPCA and turn me in, just know that it is a declared law that it's only illegal if the human initiates it. God that fact has just made my week of suffering seemingly twice as long.
Monday, March 9, 2009
This Is Why I Love Her...
So a bestie of mine is driving me to the Gainesville, Ga train station.(more on that soon.) We're riding through the town of Gainesville pausing to let a ridiculous number of pedestrians cross the busiest road in this bumblefuck town.
As we approach the silhouette of an unconventional ped.pair Sarah exclaims,"WHO THE FUCK PUSHES A BABY CARRIAGE ACROSS A BUSY STRE-- oh that's a person in a wheelchair."
Highlight of my Spring Break and it happened within the first three hours.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Forty days of The Dance
**Let me start by apologizing to all hardcore Basketball fans as you will probably either want to bang my head or your own against a wall after reading... But I appreciate the read! And just know I'm very much loved despite my retardation.**
This year, for ye olde Lenten season, I as I usually do, decided to take something on rather than give it up. Comfortable with who I am, and all my vices, I feel that by adding a tradition that I don't usually observe, I'm in fact bettering myself moreso that that guy who gave up Red Bulls.
As I've never actually had a Red Bull, I wasn't lucky enough for that vice to be an option. mmmm.
I DO HAVE an inexplicable phenom Zenon looming over my shoulder like the Ides of March. I was a cheer leader for 4 years in high school-- yes laughs now.-- Whatevs son my beats was off the chain. K- that's done.
I remember my brother telling me my smile was so big it scared the crowd more than excited them. He and his buds used to pass along bets to see when my face would either split open, or fall off. THANKS JAKE!!!!!!
Anyway, I loved the sport. Could not get enuffs of the B-ball. And now I can't stand even sit through a quarter/ half/ freethrow.
So for Lent this year ma friends, I have decided to take on watching Basketball. I know. Quite secular of me. I really think I may be smote, (smitten? i never know) BEFORE the big dance, essentially my graduation from Lent.
Pray for me.
I hope that you will help me through these trying times. Please share your favorite basketball stories with me, or come over and watch a few games, drink some brews. I feed off others excitement.
I'm doing both NBA and NCAA, if you have schedule questions ask them, I should know. If I don't know hit me and tell me God thinks I deserved it
Back to the game now. I'm watching Utah Jazz v. Denver Nuggets, and I have learned thus far that the Jazz is the best team in the NBA right now... oh and Atlanta has a basketball team?!?!?! Really guys where's that been hiding?
This year, for ye olde Lenten season, I as I usually do, decided to take something on rather than give it up. Comfortable with who I am, and all my vices, I feel that by adding a tradition that I don't usually observe, I'm in fact bettering myself moreso that that guy who gave up Red Bulls.
As I've never actually had a Red Bull, I wasn't lucky enough for that vice to be an option. mmmm.
I DO HAVE an inexplicable phenom Zenon looming over my shoulder like the Ides of March. I was a cheer leader for 4 years in high school-- yes laughs now.-- Whatevs son my beats was off the chain. K- that's done.
I remember my brother telling me my smile was so big it scared the crowd more than excited them. He and his buds used to pass along bets to see when my face would either split open, or fall off. THANKS JAKE!!!!!!
Anyway, I loved the sport. Could not get enuffs of the B-ball. And now I can't stand even sit through a quarter/ half/ freethrow.
So for Lent this year ma friends, I have decided to take on watching Basketball. I know. Quite secular of me. I really think I may be smote, (smitten? i never know) BEFORE the big dance, essentially my graduation from Lent.
Pray for me.
I hope that you will help me through these trying times. Please share your favorite basketball stories with me, or come over and watch a few games, drink some brews. I feed off others excitement.
I'm doing both NBA and NCAA, if you have schedule questions ask them, I should know. If I don't know hit me and tell me God thinks I deserved it
Back to the game now. I'm watching Utah Jazz v. Denver Nuggets, and I have learned thus far that the Jazz is the best team in the NBA right now... oh and Atlanta has a basketball team?!?!?! Really guys where's that been hiding?
Friday, March 6, 2009
Entertainment tonight!
So there's a lot of crap out there these days, both on the Net and the Television. I can't even sit through a half an hour of tv, unless its something awesoem like Human Giant or College Humor show, but those are comprised of multiple unrelated sketches that just make me love the fact that there are still clever facillitators of comedy.
Nay, not since Arrested Development have I been able to sit down and consciously become enthralled with tv. Blame the drugs, blame the booze, blame the young, distracted mind that doctors rush to diagnose as some deficit disorder.
SO.... point being. That here are a few of my fave sites to go kill time, laugh my ass off, and seek knowledge on all of life's most difficult conundrums.
http://www.collegehumor.com/
http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/college_humor/series.jhtml?kw=sem/g/college+humor+show
http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/human_giant/series.jhtml
http://www.jakeandamir.com/
http://www.fmylife.com/
and finally
http://www.tv.com/arrested-development/show/17005/episode.html
Nay, not since Arrested Development have I been able to sit down and consciously become enthralled with tv. Blame the drugs, blame the booze, blame the young, distracted mind that doctors rush to diagnose as some deficit disorder.
SO.... point being. That here are a few of my fave sites to go kill time, laugh my ass off, and seek knowledge on all of life's most difficult conundrums.
http://www.collegehumor.com/
http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/college_humor/series.jhtml?kw=sem/g/college+humor+show
http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/human_giant/series.jhtml
http://www.jakeandamir.com/
http://www.fmylife.com/
and finally
http://www.tv.com/arrested-development/show/17005/episode.html
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