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i think 6th grade english (actually, back then, it was called "language arts") had some divine effect on me, as i'm now a stickler for good grammar and spelling. i saw this sign while we were up at point reyes this weekend, and something's definitely missing here.

2 for the price of 1

ok. not the price of 1. for many $1s.


ever wanted to make your legs resemble those of sheep? well, you're in luck! for $1,435 (or onsale at bluefly for $1,148), you too could be squawking baa-ram-ewe while clicking about in your newfound christian dior heels.


or perhaps you've always wanted to pull off that "my grandma's quilt attacked me" look. or maybe you're planning to dress as carrie bradshaw for the office halloween party. sport these manolos, and you can do both! for the wallet-weary, think of it this way: the $2,295 price tag magically gets reduced to $1,599 at bluefly. split that number in half (as they'll accompany 2 outfits) and the shoes really cost $799.50. a steal, i tell you, a steal.

rock of ages

it was announced today that pluto's been demoted to a dwarf planet. we now have 8 real planets, many psuedo-planets, and tons of space junk. poor pluto. most kids will now probably grow up to only know pluto as a dog and not the outer-lying circular rock i grew up referring to as the 9th planet. i also heard on npr that dark matter exists. you rock, invisible particles! just like pluto.

and on a related note, i got an email from an old school friend (not the "we're going streaking!" type of old school, more an old friend from school) recently, reminding me of a sleepover i had once in elementary school. at the school's fundraising auction, my parents "won" a sleepover in the school's library for their child and 20 friends with the lower school head. looking back on it, i'm shocked that i thought it was cool, but at the time, it was. we had pizza and roller skated through the open-air halls (with the principal, no less) and watched movies. but not just any movies. i had picked spaceballs, which was and still is one of my favorite films of all time. mel brooks is a genius, and quite possibly outdid himself, especially since spaceballs' lacks the sappiness of the princess bride. so here's a little clip from the greatest movie ever to honor mr. brooks' existence and pluto's dwarfism.

we are the knights who say ni.

star trek does monty python's camelot. absolutely awesome. if only i had this much spare time. (and thanks to brian for the link)

nice cutlery. wanna fork?

why is it that some things are packaged in strange numbers? like today, i resupplied our floor's kitchen with plastic forks, as no one else seemed able nor eager enough to walk down a floor to do so. i grabbed a package and trudged back upstairs, thinking there are 30, maybe 40 forks in a package, but no. it's 51. not even 50. what's with the odd number, people? and who really wants place settings for 51? what are we, from mars or something?

And awaaaaay we go!

the teaser for transformers is out, and this is no straight-to-dvd version. yippee! all 80s nerds unite! wonder if optimus would be my date...

p-s-y-c-h-e-d!

clap your hands say yeah may sound like a cheer i yelled in high school while i waved my arms and performed stag leaps while puberty-stricken boys ran back and forth outside in the sweltering florida heat in plushy pads and helmets, but it's also a name of a band! and not just any band, but 5 rockin' camels (one hump, not two) sort of like myself (but i sway and bop more than rock). cyhsy have had a whirlwind of a year, and last year, we were lucky (thanks, robbie!) to get tix to their concert in soma via the band's guest list. this year, we're not only seeing them at the warfield, but also two days later in hollywood. it just so happens that todd wants to visit his family the same weekend cyhsy will be in LA- what a coinkydink, huh? my loyalty and devotion is tried and true, though.. 2 concerts in 4 days? i wouldn't even do this for britney spears.

Photo by Derrick Santini, Rolling Stone

nothing screams tacky quite like...

ever wanted to wipe your sandy (or perhaps colorinated) yet damp self with a wad of cash, but worried that might ruin the cash? or perhaps look a little silly?

instead, why not roll yourself in a $450 retail value plush terrycloth flamingo towel, brought to you by the good people at hermes via bluefly (where the towel's a steal at a discounted $360)!

bluefly says "There's no better way to soak up the sun than on an Hermes beach towel." but i say that you'd be crazy to buy this towel. crazy mentally and crazy financially. but what do i know? i'm only a wee commoner with 3 for $20 towels from Amazon.com. if i had flamingo towels, i'm sure i'd be much better off.

guerilla becca

today i did something wild and crazy, something i haven't done since, well, ever, i think. no, i didn't jump out of a moving bus or steal scharfenberger pudding from whole foods. i wore 2 t-shirts to work. 2! that's twice as many as 1! divine inspiration hit me (or at least the need to do something semi-different for once), and i layered them. the bottom one being grey and the top being green. i feel like a rebel, and i love it. next will be ankle boots. or skipping work to frolic in the water at baker beach. or maxing out my credit card to take a trip around the world. or maybe i'll start small, and wear three tees instead. and does that make them three-shirts?

muni tales # something or other

you know it's time to exit the bus when the crazy man by the stairwell sinisterly sings "let's kidnap all the chilllllllldren! [pause] how old are you? hey, that don't matter anyway. let's kidddddnap..."

who needs a paperclip when you can be a staple?

seems everything is turning up baseball these days. mlblogs has me as the cover story this afternoon. perhaps i can quit my day job soon. yeah, pshaw.

do i get a gold star?

becks & posh has named the bullpen baker this week's (or was it last week's?) bay area blogger of the week! whoo-hoo! thanks, sam and fred:)

Must Like Baseball

yours truly is listed on the front page of mlblogs today as a related blog to danny haren's (sigh. i still think he should have renamed his blog "haren's harem").

it's not delivery, it's...

the best line i've ever heard in a pizza joint:

cashier (inquiring about the delivery guy): so where is he?
minion/counter worker: he gets out of jail sunday. then he'll be back.

skater boi

saw a very tired-looking guy unloading tons of clothes and lights this morning. seems there's some shoot or fitting or whatever for dc downtown by the palomar today. it's a nice change from the film/tv scouts who have been around, and the semi-crummy movie trailers parked by ybca and moscone lately, and the homeless guy who races his grocery cart down the ybca walkway. maybe now he can race the skaters. and get some clean, free clothes, too.

i'll bowl you over

my mom asked for stainless steel mixing bowls for her birthday. i had been planning on a hot, muscular man dressed as tarzan swinging into her office on a green vine with an elephant in tow and a bushel full of berries, but she asked for bowls. fine, mom, tarzan is shelved for another year.

but bowls. sure, they don't quite yell "whoo-hoo! happy birthday, mom!" but ask and ye' shall receive. after trolling the web, comparing sizes, shininess, and features, i strolled over to crate & barrel and checked out a few different kinds. the bowls we have at home are several, several years old, and they do their job and that's about it. hold liquidy stuff or salads or whatever= yes. perform cartwheels while balancing my checkbook and scrubbing the toilet= no. so i wanted these bowls to be great. something my mom could use for years and years and years and feel like she couldn't live without them.

there i was, in crate & barrel. i placed 2 sets on a table and sat there for about a half hour, picking each one up, spinning them and such, swirling green silicone whisks in them, stacking them. the sales associates kept swarming by. "can i help you, miss?" "have you made a decision, ma'am?" "would you stop toppling the displays and scaring off the non-freak customers with your quality assurance tests?" luckily, i finally came up with the winner. obviously, the other one was the runner-up. or the loser. call it whatever you wish.

main factors in chosing the winning bowls: size and the non-stick bottom over the shiny, mirror-like quality and pouring spouts and handles. you could probably swirl double recipes of brownie mix in the winner for hours, and the bowls would still stick nicely to your tabletop. ¡que bueÑo!

i dig it

you know on antm when nigel says it's so wrong it's right? this is one of those instances. thanks to perez hilton for posting this- just what i needed this morning!



go here to learn about this calendar full of hot stuff.

wedgie tales

on muni this morning, there was a mom and her two little girls in the back, all facing each other. well, one girl was next to mom and the other girl was sitting facing the other little girl. both little girls looked to be around 5-6 years old. first the girls started singing some song about how they wanted to eat hamburgers. "i want a hamburger, i want a hamburger, i want a hamburger, yum yum yum" or something like that. so after screaming about dead cows, and at the suggestions of their mom, they moved on to dead cows with cheese. "i want a cheeseburger..." and when it couldn't get any worse, or so i thought, they moved on to asking for wedgies. who asks for wedgies? and why not veggies instead? at least balance the psuedo-meal a little.

little girl #1: mom, i want a wedgie. please?
little girl #2: mom, give me one, too! i want one, tooooooooo.
#1: giggle giggle tee hee hee.
mom: i'm not giving you no wedgie. we're on the bus.
#2: i'll give you one! here! (gets up, reaches across, and pulls on sister's underwear. hard.)
#1: wooo-hoo!
#2: now give me one!
#1: ok! (gives loving, adoring sister the wedgie from hell.)
#2: haheeeehaheeeeehaheeee!
(5 minutes later) mom: honey, how did your underwear get stuck up your butt?

if this is how carpool started for me everyday, i'm sure i'd be a completely different person. and i'd probably love thongs, too.