BroadwayWorld.com is having a contest called "Give Us Your Voice", and this guy from Sarasota Florida is one of the entries. Although he can't quite compete with Daniel Rogers, I must say...as much as I want to hate this guy, I can't! It's not that he sucks, nor is it that he's basically got me beat in the falsetto department, but he's scary and intriguing and weird all at the same time. Weird...............weird awesome weird and awesome again and yet, I voted for him because I think he put me under a spell that made me lose my mind for a second. Help me. Seriously. Somebody? Help? A little help?
Oh and if you're looking for ABSOLUTE pure brilliance in video editing, this other guy I found on YouTube makes remixes of movie trailers, and this one for Mary Poppins is so sweet. I laughed at the end because of the "Hide Your Children" but seriously, if you watch this clip, you'll see that anything can be twisted into something else when the right (or wrong) person gets their hands on it.
Enjoy.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
Oooo Listen To That Fabulous Vibrato
How come Disneyland Paris gets all the good songs? (remember to pause the player on my sidebar first)
I know that Eliza and Taylor and Kjersten and Eric and all of us have made a song similar to this on mom's old Yamaha keyboard in the piano room, making Lyd and Ash dance for us. Take special notice of the vibrato at about 2 minutes 30 seconds.
...you're welcome.
I know that Eliza and Taylor and Kjersten and Eric and all of us have made a song similar to this on mom's old Yamaha keyboard in the piano room, making Lyd and Ash dance for us. Take special notice of the vibrato at about 2 minutes 30 seconds.
...you're welcome.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Check This Scary
A guy photoshopped the makeup off of Christina A. and ohhhhhhhhhmygoodness. This skurrs me! Click it to see it large, and you'll see, he says he only took off the eyelashes, 3/4 of the eyeliner and the rest of the regular makeup. Sick.
You know how we all feel about the people who wear tons of makeup, and how they've got something to hide (insecurities, secrets, shame, ugliness) but! As for X-tina, I say pour it on honey, you scare me!
You know how we all feel about the people who wear tons of makeup, and how they've got something to hide (insecurities, secrets, shame, ugliness) but! As for X-tina, I say pour it on honey, you scare me!
Eeeets A Rat!
So the day started out nicely, Michael and I got to sleep in (8:30) and the baby was cheerful when he woke up, the boys were up making their beds (???!?!) and the girls were emptying the dish washer. I think I'm basically ready to accept that my children aren't the best self motivators, probably because they were raised with someone who shouted orders whilst laying on the couch watching football. Now that we've got the chore cards that are totally a miracle, and TWO parents who like to watch movies/play games (guitar hero/halo3) and hang out with them, life runs more like...well...like yesterday! But I digress...as usual.
So we had big fat german pancakes with strawberries (and splenda!) and potatoes, onions and ham fried in tons of butta (because we used splenda! on the berries, remember?) and the day began. We started on the rolls, and then getting them out to rise. Next we tackled peeling all the potatoes. Mackenzie helped with that. Then we got out the ingredients for my favorite salad. Now most of you may hate this, but when you're eating that nasty frog eye salad with (sick!) frog eye sized slimy Acini De Pepe, I'll be over at my seat carefully pumping this stuff down my gullet. You know the stuff...crushed pineapple, lime jello powder, pistachio pudding mix, coconut, mini marshmallows, cool whip and cottage cheese. MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmMMmmMmMmm ! Hello! So good. Anyway, our neighbors love it so we made triple my usual recipe and took it around to all of them. We even sprinkled extra marshmallows, coconut, pistachios and red sprinkles on it. Festive! I had the kids call Joe and his mom and dad, and then got them to help me with the rest. So green bean salad, and some dips for chips were next, and after getting us all showered, we headed over to Mike's mom and dad's house.
Amy, Mike's sister was there and his parents and his mom was literally pulling the turkey out of the oven when we got there, so after we all sat and stuffed ourselves on the regular thanksgiving things, PLUS eggrolls (mackenzie and mike's mom have a special bond because of these and they are connected at the hip), PLUS ham, PLUS a zillion chocolate desserts and pies, we all sat down together to watch Ratatouille. I totally expected it to be cute and all, but we loved that movie. We were totally sucked into it and a few other people came over to visit with Mike's family and all of us, but we were so into that movie. I loved it.
Anyway, there's a quote at the end of the movie and I wanted to share it with y'all. It made me tear up and Mike even did the whole "deep breath, blink blink" thing that means that he, as a big strong manly dude, liked it too.
It was at the end and spoke by the food critic Anton Ego:
"In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: Anyone can cook. But I realize that only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more."
The part that I loved was the words "Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere."
I think I'll tattoo this on my forearm. Just kidding dad.
Anyway, check out my new christmas music and while you're out shopping on Black Friday, I hope you don't die:
So we had big fat german pancakes with strawberries (and splenda!) and potatoes, onions and ham fried in tons of butta (because we used splenda! on the berries, remember?) and the day began. We started on the rolls, and then getting them out to rise. Next we tackled peeling all the potatoes. Mackenzie helped with that. Then we got out the ingredients for my favorite salad. Now most of you may hate this, but when you're eating that nasty frog eye salad with (sick!) frog eye sized slimy Acini De Pepe, I'll be over at my seat carefully pumping this stuff down my gullet. You know the stuff...crushed pineapple, lime jello powder, pistachio pudding mix, coconut, mini marshmallows, cool whip and cottage cheese. MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmMMmmMmMmm ! Hello! So good. Anyway, our neighbors love it so we made triple my usual recipe and took it around to all of them. We even sprinkled extra marshmallows, coconut, pistachios and red sprinkles on it. Festive! I had the kids call Joe and his mom and dad, and then got them to help me with the rest. So green bean salad, and some dips for chips were next, and after getting us all showered, we headed over to Mike's mom and dad's house.
Amy, Mike's sister was there and his parents and his mom was literally pulling the turkey out of the oven when we got there, so after we all sat and stuffed ourselves on the regular thanksgiving things, PLUS eggrolls (mackenzie and mike's mom have a special bond because of these and they are connected at the hip), PLUS ham, PLUS a zillion chocolate desserts and pies, we all sat down together to watch Ratatouille. I totally expected it to be cute and all, but we loved that movie. We were totally sucked into it and a few other people came over to visit with Mike's family and all of us, but we were so into that movie. I loved it.
Anyway, there's a quote at the end of the movie and I wanted to share it with y'all. It made me tear up and Mike even did the whole "deep breath, blink blink" thing that means that he, as a big strong manly dude, liked it too.
It was at the end and spoke by the food critic Anton Ego:
"In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: Anyone can cook. But I realize that only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more."
The part that I loved was the words "Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere."
I think I'll tattoo this on my forearm. Just kidding dad.
Anyway, check out my new christmas music and while you're out shopping on Black Friday, I hope you don't die:
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
I'm So Crazy With Work
but here's a link to the Disneyland pics, well...some of them!
Oh and so you can see what I've been doing, here are a few more of the Horspools shoot, post-edit. (PLEASE oh PLEASE! Click them each once, and then once again to see them large, it's worth it)
Oh and so you can see what I've been doing, here are a few more of the Horspools shoot, post-edit. (PLEASE oh PLEASE! Click them each once, and then once again to see them large, it's worth it)
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Now Here's A Little Story I've Got To Tell About 3 Bad Cousins You Know So Well
For the first of many posts about our trip to Disneyland with my family, I'd like to start by telling you a tale, a tale so exciting and new, so terrifying and scandalous...
the tale of 3 cousins lost...lost in the wilderness creek of the Redwood Creek Challenge Trail -
On a warm November afternoon, two young cousins we'll call Harper and Dylan (because well, that's their names) discovered, in the land of California Adventure, a stream, and here's where we find them now...
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Once upon a time, two little boys found a stream. Harper was chosen to get in first.
"See? It's fun!"
"Now YOU try Dylan!"
"Yes, it is fun, Harper! Let's get all crazy up in hurrr!"
"That's what I'm talkin' bouts, cuz!"
And then, from the corner of the playground...Miles, the slightly younger cousin approached... (dun dun dun...)
And the party really got started
...and there was splashing and kicking and squealing and crawling like Mowgli
and in true "male" fashion, they compared muscles...
can't you just feel all the testosterone?
and then Dylan got tired...
...and Harper got tired...
...and then as was to be expected... PEOPLE STARTED GETTING NAKED!
which horrified Harper!
...so he split!
and sought refuge with Isaac in the tunnel tube...
...but he was turned away.
...so he figured
if you can't beat 'em...
...JOIN 'EM!
the end.
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more pics to follow.
the tale of 3 cousins lost...lost in the wilderness creek of the Redwood Creek Challenge Trail -
On a warm November afternoon, two young cousins we'll call Harper and Dylan (because well, that's their names) discovered, in the land of California Adventure, a stream, and here's where we find them now...
________________________________________________________
Once upon a time, two little boys found a stream. Harper was chosen to get in first.
"See? It's fun!"
"Now YOU try Dylan!"
"Yes, it is fun, Harper! Let's get all crazy up in hurrr!"
"That's what I'm talkin' bouts, cuz!"
And then, from the corner of the playground...Miles, the slightly younger cousin approached... (dun dun dun...)
And the party really got started
...and there was splashing and kicking and squealing and crawling like Mowgli
and in true "male" fashion, they compared muscles...
can't you just feel all the testosterone?
and then Dylan got tired...
...and Harper got tired...
...and then as was to be expected... PEOPLE STARTED GETTING NAKED!
which horrified Harper!
...so he split!
and sought refuge with Isaac in the tunnel tube...
...but he was turned away.
...so he figured
if you can't beat 'em...
...JOIN 'EM!
the end.
_________________________________________________
more pics to follow.
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