Author Archives: plumpdumpling
Protected: Tracey’s First (okay, and last) Wedding
Tagged as everyone's married but katie, no i really do love ohio
I Love Cold War Kids More Than You Do
Tagged as concerts, hell's kitchen, music is my boyfriend
Back on April 3rd, Dr. Kamran took me to see Cold War Kids at Terminal 5 over on the waywest side. It was sorta weird to me that I was paying real money to see them, because when I saw them for a $3 donation last summer in Prospect Park, I felt fairly so-so about them. I liked their vocalist, but I didn’t care for their songs.
And then I couldn’t stop listening to them for weeks afterward and kicked myself for all the times I missed them playing $5 shows when I lived in Ohio. I finally understood why everyone was so gung-ho about “Hospital Beds” and “Hang Me Out to Dry“, and then their new album came out, and I couldn’t get enough of “Mexican Dogs” and “Against Privacy“.
So even though Kamran had spring semester law school finals the following week, he took me to the show, and it was amazing:
It just sucks, you know, because I’m to the point that I would say I sort of love this band, and yet their fans suck so hard. The people behind us were chatting through the entire show, and half of that chat was complaining about how they didn’t know any of the songs. When they started playing “Something is Not Right with Me” and everyone cheered for, like, the first time all night, I yelled, “Buy the album!” and the girl beside me who actually knew the songs turned and laughed.
But I’m a crochety old lady who should be ignored.
Sorry, Trekkies, But Your Movie Has Been Co-opted by Regular Folk
Tagged as there's a difference between films and movies, upper west side
I’ve never seen a single episode of “Star Trek” in my life, so I was a little reticent about paying $20.50 to see the new movie on IMAX. But twelve of my co-workers were going, and I’m nothing if not a sucker for peer pressure, so I paid my monies, and I joined everyone at the Lincoln Center theatre on Saturday afternoon. The theatre was ginormous, but Jack and Dean spotted me from the very top row as soon as I walked in the lower doors, and after spending $13 on concessions and having one of my bra straps pop off, I settled in for a totally exhilarating, way-less-nerdy-than-expected movie.
I didn’t get all of the jokes, and all of the time flexibility stuff would’ve freaked me out had I not been dating a physicist for a couple of years now, but overall, I thought it was pretty rad. My friend Emily grew up on “Star Trek” and informed me that actually wasn’t nearly as geeky as I had presumed, but I think she just forgot what it really used to be like when faced with a new ship full of hot, young actors with the incredible ability of pulling themselves up off of cliffs with one hand repeatedly. And I don’t blame her, really, because:
And you? Trekkie, newbie-who’s-interested-in-seeing-the-movie, or still bewildered by all of the good reviews?
Better by the Day
I assume I’ve brainwashed you all into using Google Reader by now (even those of you on LiveJournal, Google Reader is way, way better than reading via your Friends page), so you probably haven’t noticed that my blog design has had a major overhaul in the past couple of days. If you’re seeing this via Google Reader or LiveJournal right now, you should click over to Unapologetically Mundane and look at my amazing layout that may appear pretty much the same but actually has some amazing modifications provided by my friend Jack and his superior coding skillz that will no doubt garner me thousands–if not hundreds of thousands–of new visitors daily.
Please note that the colors and hideous background pattern are still all my doing and that Jack shouldn’t be held responsible if you hate them.
I also added a plugin called replyMail that will automatically e-mail you when someone replies to a comment you leave. It required Jack to completely rebuild my comments form, but it looks even better than it did before, so WordPress 2.7 can suck it. This means that you are entirely unable to escape me now. Except, you know, if you don’t provide your e-mail address in the comments form. Which I will notice.
Life is great, huh? All thanks to Jack.
