Stuff I Like: Poop Jokes

The way to my heart is through a good joke about dropping a deuce. Observe the master, Donald Glover:




He pooped his pants. What a dreamboat.

Dressed in 2D

I've been obsessed with a certain idea for the last month or so, so hopefully I'll actually act on it soon...once I have a slightly more disposable income.

Perhaps it stemmed from the experience this semester of essentially wearing the same thing every day, but now I want to have different outfits that are inspired by cartoon characters. The one that has occupied my mind the most is that of Chuckie Finster.

I felt the need to use an earlier rendition of him, in protest against all episodes that aired after Rugrats in Paris. Kimi was annoying as all get-out, and I count "All Grown Up" as sacrilege.


Cartoons were never meant to age. Notice that nobody actually likes "For Better or for Worse."




Now, I don't plan to exactly recreate these outfits. That would come off as too Halloweenie (laugh if you're immature...I did) and lame. I would just like to honor these characters appropriately and hopefully brighten anyone's day who realizes what I am actually wearing. Therefore, a Chuckie Finster outfit might look something like this:

The purple glasses

A light blue tank top

With the red and yellow Saturn logo painted on it

And green shorts










Someday...it's gonna happen. 'Cause a baby's gotta do what a baby's gotta do.

Stuff I Like: James Hance

From artist James Hance: "Relentlessly Cheerful Art"

By the way, the title of the third one is "Calvin and Hobbes".
Genius.

A Regular Paula Deen (Hold the Butter, Extra Cheese)

We should get something straight right off the bat: I'm not exactly what some may call a "Suzy Homemaker". I'm more like a "Suzy Let's go to the cafeteria and get some breakfast pizza so I don't have to cook anything" or a "Suzy No more clean underwear? Guess it's time to buy more underwear because I'd rather die than do laundry today". But I have decided that it might be nice to learn how to make some things myself, so that once I'm actually living on my own, I don't decide that living on a diet of Crunch Berries and strawberry Poptarts would be an excellent idea.

Side note: there was an extended period of time in my life where I insisted that strawberry Poptarts were my favorite food. I have since matured.

So when the campus ministry that I'm involved in, InterVarsity Christian Fellowship, put on an end of the semester Potluck, I decided to sign up to bring a Main Dish. It was daunting, but also exciting, and I knew exactly what I wanted to make: my mum's Fiesta Bake. And it goes a little something like this...

Brown a pound of ground beef with a cup of diced onions. Add taco seasoning, a quarter cup of water, and 2/3 cup salsa. Let it simmer for 5 minutes.

Spoon the meat into an 8 by 8 in. square pan. Top it with a can of whole kernel corn and a 4 oz can of sliced black olives. The original recipe calls for two cans of olives, but those things gross me out. They smell like piss and vinegar. Moving on...

Prepare a box of cornbread mix as directed (15 oz is a good size). Add a cup of shredded cheddar cheese (or in this case 4-cheese Mexican blend...it seemed fitting) and a 4 oz can of diced green chiles.

Spoon cornbread mixture on top of the meat. Bake in a pre-heated 350 degree oven for 30-35 minutes or until cornbread is lightly brown.









 Okay, so due to the fact that I'm a novice at this whole food blogging thing, I forgot to take a picture of the actual finished product. But I assure you it looked grand, and I found a picture on Google that I think looks pretty similar:

All in all, I'd say the experiment was a success. Or at least my roommates thought it tasted good.

Overhaulin'

I decided that this blog was in dire need of a face lift, on account of I haven't written anything for it in 3 months and when I read (past tense...that word is tricky) my past entries, I was mostly just embarrassed. SO it is time for a shiny new era: an era in which I actually write things that are hopefully worth reading.

And it shall start with a recap of this semester.

1. Somehow, 16 credits=about 10 times more work than 15 credits. In case you were not aware, I am an English major and this semester, I decided to fill most of my time with creative writing classes: Intermediate Poetry and Fiction, Intro to Screenwriting, and writing for the campus TV station. The up side is that I feel like I've grown more creatively in this short amount of time than I ever have. The down side is that I now feel as though I might have a concentration disorder brought on by stress and too much time distracting myself with YouTube.

2. For a number of reasons, I decided to try an experiment with my wardrobe by spending every weekday in a plain white t-shirt and jeans. It was fulfilling and fun for me, but nobody in my classes ever asked me why I was wearing the same thing every day. Maybe they figured it was a sensitive subject...

3. I met Ke$ha. How 'bout them apples?!

4. I spent time talking to God about future plans for my life. They hopefully include writing professionally (please don't judge the blog...this is my down time) for the screen and being a Light to people who work in the entertainment industry.

5. I cut all my hair off last week. I had been growing it out and relaxing it for about two years, and I was getting tired of it. I knew that I didn't want to relax my hair for the rest of my life; it made me feel too high maintenance, I knew it was terrible for my hair, and I wanted to be able to see the beauty in my natural texture. So here is the new me:

Notice I am not staring at the camera. This is how you achieve a certain level of feigned sophistication--it makes you appear as if you have more important things on your mind than the computer screen.

6. I still love James Dean.

Let me know how you guys have been doing these past three months. It has been too long.