New Dorks, Nerdcore and Geek Tats, 0h m¥!
Mar 10th
Geeksta Rap, Nerdcore Hip Hop, Filk – call it what you will (I call it Awesome Sauce). Nerdcore has become one of my favourite musical genres over the past year. Check out this gem that I just stumbled upon during one of my tumblr binges…
The geek is now damn cool 
Solid.
I jammed out to this track for the first time while walking to school the other day. I was like “YAH! YAH! SING IT BROTHER! OMG, SO TRUE! BWAHAHAHA!”
Like I’ve said before – I must look straight batty when I’ve got my headphones in.
Anyways, this song is so good that I put it on repeat for the walk home and got a little bit memorized. Productive, right?
Presenting “I’m not your personal I.T. Guy” by Devo Spice.
Shashashasha – do you love it???
I would like to take a moment to dedicate this song to all of the random people out there (don’t feel singled out – there are LOTS of you, trust) who send in emails asking me to “explain Twitter”; asking me how to adjust Facebook privacy settings; asking me how to “make a website”; asking me straight up if I can make a website for them.
Hey n00b – Let me f*cking Google that for you. That’s how I learned almost everything I know. Yes, I did do some programming in university, but I also built my first website when I was 14. It was hideous and had about a kajillion errors in the code, but I did it myself with the help of search engines, online tutorials and a whole lot of good ol’ fashioned right clickin’ source viewin’. I kept playing, reading, learning, and eventually… I got better at it. If I could figure out how to set up a mySQL database before I was old enough to drive a car, you should be able to change your password on Twitter by yourself… right? Or maybe not. Maybe I’m just a big ol’ jerk for thinking this way. keeheehee…
(Family members and homies, please take note – these comments are directed towards the randos. In other words, yes Mom, I will still burn your DVDs for you, and yes, friends, I will continue to guide you through the process of setting up your own blogs.)
I could rant on about this for a very long time, but I’ll spare you and just bask in my own self righteous smugness while you read the lyrics to Devo Spice’s phat little ditty:
I’m not your personal I.T. Guy
CHORUS : Click on help. (Call someone else!)
Or figure out how to freakin’ (Google it yourself!) (4 times)
I’m not your damn personal IT guy
I get no peace but at least now I see why
You ask me about computers, apparently I’m
The only person who knows how to turn the damn things on
Oh look, you can’t configure your Outlook again
Well maybe you should write the settings down, my friend
But that might require a little effort from you
And Mr. Big Shot has more important things to do
It’s fine if I have to explain it one time
But we’re at number 29 and I’m losing my mind
So I’ll just drop everything, deadlines be damned
And explain again though I know you’ll never understand
Close all of those windows, let’s begin
Click on this, click on that, now put your password in
See, you don’t need to be a total wiz
No, I don’t know what your password is
(chorus)
Why are your problems automatically mine
No, it’s fine, I’ve nothing better to do with my time
But it’s not like I ask you every day for help
When I make a dookie and I can’t wipe myself
So what were you trying to do when the error appeared?
Then I curse, ’cause it’s even worse than I feared
I see your PC is an ancient jalopy
And you’re trying to copy a DVD onto a floppy
First of all, where’d you even get a floppy disk?
‘Cause really, I didn’t think those things still exist
Secondly, I don’t want to be a spoil sport
But that’s an ethernet cable, that’s a USB port
If you buy something new and don’t know how to hook it up
It doesn’t make you less of a man to look it up
You claim you’re not an idiot, well prove me wrong
And stop giving me more material for this song
(chorus)
*beep*
“Hey Tom. I was wondering if you could help me out.
(Oh, here we go.)
I picked up a PC on ebay and got a great deal.
(Uh-huh.)
It’s a Pentium “eye-eye” with 16 “M.B.” of “R.A.M.”, whatever that is, and it’s running at 120 “M.H.Z.”
Is that fast? And I want to see about installing Windows 7 on it. Can you help me out with that?
(Bill Gates couldn’t help you do that.)
Anyway I got a great deal on it.
(No, you got ripped off.)
So I bought some songs from the Windows Media store and I can’t get them onto my iPhone.
(Of course.)
I was wondering if you could help me with that. Also I’m working with some pictures I took. I downloaded PhotoShop from this web site I found
(Oh no.)
and I can’t find the red-eye reduction button. Do you know where it is? Oh, and while I was on that web site I got an alert that my PC was infected with a virus, so I clicked on it and downloaded a bunch of software.
(You didn’t!)
So I should be protected now, but my PC seems to be running awfully slow all of a sudden.
(Well yeah, NOW you’re infected.)
I was wondering if you could give me a hand with that. Give me a call when you get this. (I most certainly will not!)
Thanks, Tom. Bye!
It happens every day, and I can’t get away
‘Cause they follow me around like a dog who wants to play
I know when my phone rings my day will be wrecked
When my boss says “Tom, can I see you for a sec?”
A second rapidly becomes an hour and a half
I would laugh, but I’m not part of the IT staff
So I don’t know what I’m doing, I just click around and curse
And pray to various gods that I don’t make the problem worse
Funny how I said before this day was gonna drag
Now I’m workin’ quick ’cause his cologne is making me gag
He says I have to fix it and it can’t wait till later
And somehow it’s my fault he never backed up his data
There’s still a couple quirks and it’s making me berzerker
Dammit Jim, I’m a Mac, not a miracle worker
And when I finally fix every problem he ever had
My uncle calls asking ’bout his son’s Leap Pad
(chorus) “
You can download the track for free at The Fump.
/basking
Ahhhh culture. Identity. Humans… I’m getting sleepy, don’t mind my brain vomit.
I think I’ll start to do a bit more research into this subculture. Like, beyond compulsively downloading and LOLing at singles. I’ll be producing a radio piece about it soon Oooh, maybe I can even host a screening of Nerdcore Rising as part of the project! I’ve been wanting to do that forever!
On a related note, I’ll also be writing a feature article on the big business of nerd merch for one of my elective classes (forthcoming). That’s going to be fun to write – and dangerous for my bank account.
I guess I really AM on the geek beat, eh? Happens to the best of us, I suppose. They say that journalists tend to gravitate towards what they know and what they’re interested in. I’m seeing a lot of this at J-school among my classmates already.
I guess it’s better to be known as the geeky tech girl than say, the middle eastern conflicts girl or the municipal politics girl, right?
Ideally, I’d be the go-to “hilarious interviewer of famous people / front row fashion show correspondent / professional television watching and frozen yogurt eating” girl. Maybe someday
Now, check out this sweet geeky ink if you please. I’ve always said I’d never go there, but who knows? Maybe when I mark a milestone or something I’ll shell out for a very subtle, not-visible-when-clothed version of something like this…
And I’ve always loved this…
OWIE!
I need to crashhhhh, jayze!
It’s been a long day. I worked on my trucker ladies documentary all morning, had class this afternoon, went to see Andrew Keen speak after school (effing suhWEET, btw – dedicated blog post on said talk forthcoming, if I can find the time), went back to the studio to do some more work, and then shuffled on home and well… here I am.
Gorgeous weather out there though, eh? I love me some pre-spring springyness
Something else fan-fecking-tastic? I’m winning the latest AXE gig challenge! Check it ootskis and enter it yourself, why don’t cha?
Eeee! This makes me restoopulous happy. If I stay in 1st place until the end of March, I’ll win something super super awesome. Something that’s almost as awesome as Nate Black.
Pyaw!
Night night, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite, chugabeerhavesexwitheverybody, Vote Lauren for AXE, Don’t be a fool – stay in school.
<3 L
The morning awesome – March 8, 2010
Mar 8th
What am I lovin’ on this morning while I eat my pimp oats?
1. Mitosis Cookies:
(via boingboing)
see also: Helvetica Cookies:
2. Hollywood blondes winning at Oscar fashion:
Big ups to Demi Moore, Rachel McAdams, Charlize Theron and Hannah Montana Cyrus – who all looked fabulous. Big DOWNS to Maggie Gyllenhall and Nicole Richie. Eeeeeewww!
Honorable mention to Zoë Saldana, who also rocked a super hot frock (Don’t you dare hate. She took a risk and it worked – I don’t care what anybody says):
3. Weird Chatroulette Screenshots:
(via buzzfeed)
4. International Women’s Day, Huzzah!
5. The Toast Wallet:
6. The A++ Answer:
(via 9gag)
7. Oliver Peoples’ 2010 Campaign film – ‘Les enfants sennuient le dimanche’. So good.
8. This sikkkk spiral maze clock:
(via geekologie)
9. This “Growth of the Internet” Infographic (and all infographics, really. I just love infographics.):
(via mashable)
10. FatAwesome comics:
Bwahahahaha….
That is all.
<3 Laulau
AXE Challenge # 3 – The pick up face.
Mar 6th
People often ask me how I manage to pull in so many boys when I’m out at the club / bar / grocery store / funeral parlour.
Not to brag or anything, but I’m sort of an expert when it comes to picking up – and I think this confuses a lot of the girls I come across.
I mean, it’s not like I’m especially good looking or perfectly styled or or anything. I don’t have crazyhuge boobies, I can’t apply foundation for the life of me, I suck at accessorizing and I’m not Ms. Janie Pop-Bottles.
I’m definitely more of an Amanda Bynes than a Megan Fox; know what I’m sayin’?
Yet, despite my inherent goofiness and my lack of hair-poofing prowess, I always seem to get mad attention from the opposite sex. Admittedly, almost every girl with two legs and a relatively hairless upper lip gets hit on like crazy when she steps into a nightclub – that’s just the way it is. But I get hit on a LOT… even when I’m rolling with chicks who are undeniably way hotter than I am.
So, what is it that makes guys walk past those busty, lipstick wearing beauties and roll up to my klutzy blonde ass instead? Are they attracted to my confident swagger? The mustard stain on my shirt? Can they tell that within my head I hold a wealth of random useless trivia knowledge and have the entirety of “Songs in the Key of Springfield” memorized? Do they figure that maybe they have a better chance of scoring with the girl who’s rocking chipped nail polish, as opposed to the goddess beside her with the flawless French mani?
It’s probably the latter, but I like to think that it’s because I’ve enticed them with my tried and true PICK UP FACE :
K, so usually I’ve got a straw, not a finger, in my mouth, but you get the idea.
The point of this little blabbity bloo is that The latest AXE gig challenge has been posted! Yes, it’s true!Check it ooot, pee-poles!
Have YOU got a good pick up face? If so, it could win you a year’s supply of AXE Products. Go enter the AXE SUMMER GIG Best Pick up face photo competition at ibeatyou.com and play with us!
Come on – I’ve showed you mine, now you show me yours Or at the very least, head on over to vote for your girl. I promise to share the wealth if I do, in fact, win the challenge.
Now, I must go finish my readings about the hegemony of instrumental rationality in the news for “Media Theory & Criticism” class before I go out and kill some brain cells with a few bevvys and a whole lot of loud, loud music.
Work before play and all that jazz… you know how it is 
<3 L
P.S. -> You’ve got 2 days left to tag yourself in an “I vote for Lauren fansign” on Facebook before that challenge is over and I FAIL EPICALLY. Unless I get like, 14 more signs by Monday, it looks like the bikini run is a no-go. BLARGHHGHGHGG!!! >:(
Skip a Coffee for Carrie.
Mar 5th
See Carrie.
See Carrie Run.
See Carrie Run for Team Diabetes in Reykjavik, Iceland this summer!!!
Carrie Simmons is one of the kindest, coolest, most hard-working and talented women I know. I can’t really express how truly great she is on a blog – but I can tell you straight up (and every one of my J-School cronies would agree) that she really brings the positive energy level up in any room she enters. I can’t even count how many bad moods she’s pulled me out of with her optimistic spirit and perma-smile. She’s always ready with a friendly ear to listen to the rest of the class bitch and complain about assignments or whatever… patience for days, this one – and never asks for anything in return.
But now she needs help.
Carrie is training to run a freaking MARATHON for CHARITY and she’s travelling all the way to ICELAND to do it!
Here’s the lowdown:
When she’s not busy studying, volunteering and working hard on school stuff, she’s a member of Southwestern Ontario’s Team Diabetes – a group that raises money for Diabetes research while at the same time raising awareness and spreading information about this increasingly common disease.
Carrie will be running her very first marathon this summer in the name of her 19-year-old diabetic cousin, Justin.
Help her help Team Diabetes help Canadian research labs in their attempts to find a cure! Just plug her name (Carrie Simmons) into the search box to pledge. It’s so easy, a monkey with a blackberry could do it! In fact – a monkey with a blackberry DID do it. Thanks for donating to Team Diabetes, co-co!
Wow. I bet you feel bad now, folks – shown up by a chimp. *tsk tsk* It’s okay – you still have time to pledge
Because Carrie is a humble girl, it was only through our mutual friend Savi (another J-Schooler, multi-talented in her own right! <-[warning:clicking here will make you hungry]) That I found out exactly how hard she's working for this run.
"Carrie is too humble to tell you how hard she is training to run 26.2 miles.
By the way, she is going all the way to Reykjavík, Iceland (back to her cultural roots) to run this marathon.
Carrie’s daily routine starts at 5 a.m. for her first workout of the day. She tries to hit the gym again at lunch time and then finishes her day with another fitness session in the evening. She also finds time to do yoga and strength training at various points in the week.
Carrie runs everyday except Saturday when she cross trains, meaning she does “fun” workouts like swimming, rowing or kickboxing.
Right now, she can run a mile in 9 minutes but she hopes to shave off 15 seconds so she can complete the race in 3 hours and 40 minutes. This will give her the chance to qualify for the Boston marathon.
I know I find being in school challenging enough. I am amazed and inspired by Carrie’s dedication to train so hard for this marathon and raise money and awareness for such a great cause.
I’m sure any amount you can afford to donate will help her achieve her fundraising goal of $2,000.
Good luck Carrie!”
Inspiring, to say the least. I find it hard to drag myself out bed at 8:32 after my alarm has been blaring for a solid 20 minutes. I couldn’t even imagine waking up and RUNNING before the sun comes up.
And here’s the kicker – Carrie does this all without the black magic that fuels the majority of us in this country. She doesn’t drink Coffee.
That’s simply nuts to me, and it got me thinking… If every person who read this blog pulled a C-Simmz and gave up ONE coffee ONE day, and donated that $1.52 to Team Diabetes on Carrie’s behalf… well she’d be well beyond her fund raising goal.
So what say you, friends? Do something good and skip a coffee for Carrie today. If you don’t drink coffee, skip a donut – hey, you can combat diabetes in two ways at once! HUZZAH!
Now go join Carrie’s facebook fanpage!
And also, watch this cute Coca-Cola Ad. It made me smile <3 Experiential marketing. So clever.
Hope your day is ggrrrrrrreat!
Kickin’ it with big V… what’s a Defensive End?
Mar 4th
In case you have not seen it yet, here’s me kickin’ it with UWO golden boy Vaughn Martin for an exlyoooosif Lions Den University video. He’s kind of a big deal; first Canadian university player ever drafter into the NFL as an underclassman, according to his Wikipedia page. Yeah, he’s got a Wiki. Like I said, he’s a big deal.
Vaughn is simultaneously the largest and richest person I’ve interviewed to date. He’s also a hilarious cat Good times.
For all of you foozball fans out there, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to ask him some more sport related questions, but like I say in the interview – I’m a girl.
Fortunately for YOU sportsfan, my buddy Matt came along to balance things out with an interview of his own.
Hey Matt – what the frick’s a Pop Warner?
Who’s that comin’ from somewhere up in the sky?…
You + AXE fansign = Me in a bikini. Outside. In the snow.
Mar 2nd
Some of you may remember the note that I posted on my “Lauren for AXE” Facebook fan page a little while ago, asking help with Challenge number 5 : “Tag Yourself”.
It was a call to arms, asking you to lend me your ridiculously, ridiculously good looking face to help me land a ridiculously ridiculously good summer gig a lyaaaa:
Well, the time has come for me to ask again – but this time, I’m not just asking you… I’m attempting to bribe you.
Sort of.
You see, I have no money to pay you; no trinkets or fancy baubles that I can send your way; no free time to cook you a fabulous dinner (and truthfully, you wouldn’t want me to anyways… unless you consider grilled cheese sandwiches smothered in ketchup “fabulous”).
I have very little to offer you by way of tangible goods. After all, I am but a poor student (who could really use an awesome summer job … *cough* VOTE! ).
BUT, what I lack in resources, I can make up for with sheer wreckless abandon in the pursuit of making you LAUGH! (or at the very least crack a smile or a smirk or a scowl that masks an innner chuckle or something – hater.)
What I mean by this is that I’m never above doing crazy, weird, silly, uncool, SUPER cool, dangerous, ridonkulous and sometimes downright stupid things to entertain other people. Unfortunately, a way-too-large fraction of my hometown cronies can vouch for this statement. Anybody remember my rooftop cartwheels and spontaneous Thames River dips outside the Elephant’s nest back in the day? *hangs head in shame, lifts chin in pride, hands head in shame again*
Oi, oi, oi…
And so, here is my proposition, friends:
If 25 more people rock an official AXE Canada “I vote for Lauren” fansign in a picture on their Facebook page (it only counts if you tag me!) – I will run across the snow covered UWO campus in A BATHING SUIT. Obviously, this will be videotaped and uploaded to youtube.
Pretty much anyone who’s ever met me, like ever, can tell you that there’s nothing I hate more than being cold, so this isn’t just a funny stunt constructed to get pedestrians “wtf?”ing – it’s a mothahluvvin’ SACRIFICE for your entertainment!
Don’t even try to pretend that you’ve never gotten lulz over somebody else’s pain…
:p
I don’t promise to be as hilarious as our friend Scarlet here when she takes a tumble, but I suspect that you’ll get at least a minor chuckle on when I give the stodgiest prof. I can find directions to the gunshow on concrete beach in my inappropriate winter attire…
Soooo what are you waiting for? Help a sister out, PUH-LEASE! It’s simple! All you have to do is…
1. Print off the official AXE “I vote for” sign which can be dowloaded here
2. Write my name in the blank space
3. Take a photo of yourself holding the sign (use your webcam, digicam, cellphone cam – whatever floats your boat)
4. Upload the photo to your Facebook account
5. Tag both yourself and me in the photo
Easier than an 18-year-old puck bunny at a Sidney Crosby look-a-like convention, right? (AYOOOOH!)
There’s just one catch; Something that I had failed to realize earlier on in the competition :ONLY FANSIGNS FROM MALES COUNT (so lady friends, you’re off the hook.).
Another catch (k, so there are TWO catches): This challenge ends on Monday, March the 8th – which means that you’ve got to take a picture with the sign, and upload it to Facebook before next week. Capiche?
And on that note…
???
Please leave your verdict in the comments (or email me, if this is too personal for you to reveal in the digital publics).
That is all.
<3 Lauren “the girl who should be doing her homework right now” O’Nizzle.
Canada Wins the Olympics! Yey!!!
Mar 1st
That’s right – the entire effing Olympics. We win! We win at LIFE! And Sidney Crosby is my new boyfriend! Did you know?
He’s kind of got a Sexy Samberg thing going on, eh? Yummay
Anyways – my entire country was hearts-a-flutter last night with Olympic Gold excitement. I heard reports from friends in Windsor that Oullette ave was rammed with bumper-to-bumper hockey-loving horn honkers, and my Toronto crew was singin’ a similar tune. London, of course, was no exception. Check out some footage of the Richmond Row mayhem over on LionsDen.
(image courtesy of Nick Wynja’s Tweet)
As some of you may know, I’m not the biggest sports fan.
I chalk this up to the complete and utter lack of athletic prowess that my elementary school gym teachers oh-so-ruthlessly highlighted in twisted “feild day” competitions when I was growing up.
Fortunately, I’ve since learned that hey – I CAN run, and jump pretty well too, when there isn’t a middle aged, pot-bellied jerk screaming at me to “STOP ACTING LIKE A PRIMA DONNA AND GET THAT BALL, O’NEIL!”
[insert picture of puny adolescent blonde girl crying and getting hit in the side of the head with a volleyball here]
Team sports and me… never been a great combination. Hockey is no exception. Despite the fact that my dad, my brother, and more than half the guys I’ve dated have played hockey, I’ve never really been into the game – though I must admit that I was a bit of an arena brat as a kid… like I said – brother and dad who play hockey. I downed me a lot of concession stand hot-chocolates in my day.
I still get nostalgic over styrofoam cups
Anyways, hockey lover or not, I was thrilled to see Canada win the big game last night. Olympic freaking GOLD! That’s amazing, ya?! But that’s not what get’s me excited. What really rocks my socks is the sheer, unbridled patriotism that comes along with such an epic win. I may not love hockey, but I can definitely get on board people rioting out of sheer happiness.
I shot this little video at the grad club a mere seconds after Sexy McToohot scored the winning goal for Team Canadawesome:
Eeee!
Time to go cut me some audio clips. Ride along with lady-trucker pending… either Tuesday or Wednesday! I’ll bring along a viddy-cam for DEFINITE. I actually met my main character Eva the other day and she’s wicked cool. I can’t wait to hear her on the CB Radio while we’re bouncin’ down the open road! YEeeeeHAW!
Ohhhh, J-school. What will I get myself into next?
Much love, blogovoise
- Laulau…
PS – Swedish Hip Hop + 8-bit = pure Nizzley goodness. <3 Adam Tensta. This reminds me of clubbing in Jonkoping… 
I miss it there a whole lot sometimes.
Morning lulz : The many faces of Carlton Banks
Feb 27th
(via seriouslulz)
Genius.
Also good :
(via fuckyeahmeangirlsmacros)
Have a good Saturday, y’all! I’ll be in the workworkwork zone all day.
One article to write, one radio interview to edit, one story pitch to draft, one seriously messy room to clean, one pilates class to ROCK, and one AXEgig challenge to compile. Speaking of which, I got a chance to meet 4 of the other finalists last night at a photo-shoot-a-ma-thingy in Toronto and guess what? They’re all as effing sweet as maple syrup on candy pie and cooler than cucumber popsicles – which SUCKS because only 2 of us get to score this gig. *sigh*
I think that AXE should just hire all of us this summer and stick us up in a cushy penthouse loft that’s decked out with confessional booths and hot tub cams or something…
Has MTV done the Real World Toronto yet? ehhhh!? *wink wink, nudge nudge*
Enough blog-crastinating for this kid. Time to get on with my day! First order of bizznass? Kicking your mothah up outta my BED.
NBD.
<3, Nizzer
PS - you should probably click here. This made me laugh uncontrollably at 3:00 am last night – dead sober (albeit quite sleep deprived).
And if you’re curious about the result of theTMNT backpack poll I posted yesterday, 72 % of you selected “DANG SKIPPY, I WOULD!” – indicating that the majority of laurenoutloud.com readers would, indeed, rock a half shell backpack. Good to know.
There is no adjective, by the way, to do that .gif justice. It is simply too good. Wait… good is an adjective… fahk… I need to go.
TMNT backpack – Would you rock it?
Feb 25th
(via geekologie)
So what’s the verdict, kids – hot or not? Would you sport a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Halfshell Backpack? TELL MEH! :
Something about the mask clad 25-year-old man with dreads and star tats in this picture makes me uncomfortable. I think I saw him hanging out at Devonshire mall in Windsor last Friday night. Or maybe it was coming out of the Urban Outfitters on Queen West in Toronto… ? He appears to be an emo / hipster hybrid of sorts…
*shudder*
Whatever the case, Mock Michaelangelo looks like a major douche-tard. Sorry to be harsh but like… seriously?
You’d be hard pressed to find a girl my age who loves TMNT more than I do, but something about this backpack just screeaaaams 16 year old conformo-non-conformo.
It’s like the equivalent of a Hello Kitty Lunch Box for boys. It’s all well and good when you’re 6, but when you’re a senior in high school rocking it with sparkly eyeliner and a hot-pink tutu, you just look like you didn’t get enough hugs as a kid or something.
The halfshell backpack is available for 40 dollars-ish from Hot Topic (obvs). And despite my distaste for “nostalgic-80s-pop-culture-fashion” (something that I loved to microscopic BITS before emos and hipsters hijacked the trend *tear*) I WOULD rock this backpack, because:
a) My stuff would never get crushed inside a freaking SHELL!
b) It would score me mad cred with hardcore turtle fans – or at the very least, start many an interesting conversation
c) it’s kinda cute, and I can almost guarantee that none of the other girls at UWO will have it – unlike my freakingdrone jacket… *grumble grumble grumble*
d) I’ve already owned it for like, 18 years.
For serious. Next time I visit my mom and dad’s house, I’m going to run down to the basement and Twitpic a photo of my little brother’s old half shell backpack, straight up outta 1992, filled to the brim with Turtle action figures – Shredder, Bebop, Rocksteady and a whole bunch of different Michaelangeos. Basketball Mike, Lifeguard Mike, Magician mike… let’s face it – he really is the only turtle who knows how to party…
Cowabunga, Dudes!
Challenge # 2 – SPEEDYLAU!
Feb 23rd
Oi, Chommies!
Want to see me stumble over my words and blather on about myself for two minutes straight? Sweet! Meet me at the coffee shop in 20 minutes – I’ll be happy to oblige you…
But in the meantime, you should check out my video for the AXE Canada ridiculously, ridiculously good summer gig competition’s second challenge – aka “Challenge # 2 : Speed Round”
(I totally give you permission to roll your eyes at that image. What can I say? I’ve got a monstrous annotated bibliography due on Thursday and I’ve got to procrastinate SOMEHOW…)
For this challenge, we were given 5 questions and 2 minutes to answer them. The questions were mailed to us in advance, but they remained sealed off in an envelope that sat on my desk until it was time to film myself opening it.
That little white envelope sat there taunting me all week… calling to me in my dreams, beckoning me to open it – “oooohpen… meeee…” it whimpered in a tiny little voice that only I could hear until I started taking my anti-psychotics again…
But I didn’t open it; I was good – and that was hard! BUT, it did teach me that I actually DO have a little bit of willpower inside of me somewhere. Now if only I could tap into that reserve when I’m walking by a sample sale… *sigh*
I apologize for the atrocious quality of the video. I had gone home to Chatham for the long weekend (yey @ “family day”, whatever the hey-dee-hi-ho-hoo that is!) and I remembered to bring home one of the $30,000 professional broadcast quality television cameras from school with me. What I forgot to bring home with me was a tape for it. Lauren O’Nizzle, supergenius extraordinaire, at your service ladies and gentlemen Fortunately, I had a Samsung mini-viddy circa 2004 chilling in my bedroom closet. It did the trick. It made me look like a fuzzy jaundiced hostage, but it did the trick.
Now, I must go eat some peanut butter on a spoon and paint my fingernails sea-foam green while watching season 2 of Dexter.
It’s been a lonnng day – I deserve some “me time”, I think. And so do you! So go ahead and do something relaxical for a little while. Dr. O’Nizzle prescribes it. All work and no play makes homer something something…
DON’T MIND IF I DO!!!!
Love Always,
Speedy Gon-Lee-lee
Pee Ess -> I know that relaxical isn’t really a word. If you haven’t noticed yet, I really like words that aren’t words.
