About 2 weeks ago Entertainment Weekly published another Great American Pop Culture Quiz. I’m not sure how often they publish these quizes but the last one I remember was about 2 years ago. I also remember kicking ass on it and being really really proud that I knew my pop culture so well.

Entertainment Weekly must have known that I prided myself on scoring so high on the other quiz and created this one to come kick my ass for revenge. I only scored 44.25 out of 100 which gives me a ranking of “You’re okay but kinda average, like a straight-to-DVD Disney sequel.” Bastards!

Apparently I’m lacking knowledge of 80’s supergroups, Arrested Development, CSI, and The Twilight Zone. On the other hand my knowledge of Sex and the City, Super Friends, cross-dressing actors, and Superman related lyrics from Eminen, R.E.M., Bonnie Tyler, and Donovan is close to perfect. And in a moment of pure geekiness I’ll admit that I got the questions about Battlestar Galactica correct.

44.25! I can’t believe I did so poorly. I wonder if there’s a way to study for the next pop culture quiz. I must achieve a ranking of “You’re like a pop culture version of that genius on Numb3rs”

Every night Jason and I have the same exact fight:

me: “What do you want for dinner?”
jparks: “I don’t know, what do you want?”
me: “How about pizza.”
jparks: “no”
me: “Chinese?”
jparks: “no”
me: “Well, what do you want?”
jparks: “I don’t know, whatever you want”
me: “Well, you shot down my two ideas, so maybe you could submit one.”
jparks: “Can’t you just decide!?!?”

At this point dialogue ends and pointless grumbling back and forth starts.

Seriously, you would think we could figure out a way to end this fight but other than not ever having dinner again we’ll probably continue this way until the day we die.

Stupid basic human need to consume nutrients. That is our greatest weakness.

Not much going on lately.

Jason and I have a rehearsal dinner to attend tomorrow night and then the wedding on Saturday. The bachelor party was last night and Jason stumbled in around 3:00am high on stripper fumes and barely standing. I took him to work this morning-ish (10:00am) and by 12:30 he was ready to come home. After sleeping part of the day and complaining about his head for the rest of it, Jason declared “Maybe I’m too old to drink like that.” Ha! That’ll teach him to spend money on t&a when we’re broke.

Matthew Sweet was on Jay Leno last night and I was shocked by how much weight he’s put on. He’s no longer the young, cheek-a-licious (I had a thing for his cheeks. When I met him at House of Blues I asked if I could pinch them and he let me. I PINCHED MATTHEW SWEET’S CHEEKS!) singer I once knew. That made me sad, very very sad. And curious. Such as, I wonder how Evan Dando has held up? Or Grant-Lee Phillips. I hope they didn’t have to move into cardboxes when the 90’s ended.

Today I went apartment hunting in the Bay Area. Tonight I attempted to throw myself into traffic on 101. Luckily Jason was able to lure me down with a bottle of wine and a mini dark chocolate bar.

First problem encountered: Slightly racist, extremely self-centered, talkative yet deaf to anything not uttered in his own voice real estate agent ‘helping’ me locate apartments.

Second problem encountered: The delightful agent didn’t listen to a word I said when I explained what we were looking for in apartments and decided to drive me around the Bay Area to a bunch of apartments that were totally not what I was looking for.

Third problem encountered: The apartments he brought me to were not only not what I was looking for as far as amenities go but they were also crappy. Crappy like “Why does this place smell like cat pee?” crappy. Crappy like “You don’t say that the 1970’s exploded in this kitchen and sprayed itself all over the appliances” crappy.

Fourth problem encounter: My agent has one-night stands with women that work in the leasing offices and therefore creates quite a nice environment to bring clients like me into. Apparently, most of these women didn’t realize this was only a one-night stand and are upset that he never called. So yeah, lots of the leasing agents were super happy to see him.

By the end of the day I still hadn’t found a place to live, but I had found a massive headache. I can’t believe that you can barely find a one bedroom for $1500 with a washer and dryer and air conditioner. This place sucks.

I did finally find a place. It’s the same exact apartment complex that our corporate housing is located in. And the real estate agent didn’t even recommend I look here. Yeah, he was so much help. I’m happy that I found a place but at the same time I wouldn’t wish apartment hunting in this area on my worst enemy. Yeah, actually I would wish it on them and I would make sure they have to go with my agent. Ohhh even better, I would make them go out on a date with my agent.

*edit* I forgot the bird poop. Yup, I actually got crapped on by a bird at the first complex. Not a good sign. I should have given up right then.

I used to think there was no downside to being a baking genius, but today I’ve found out that not only is there a downside, but it’s a really crap infested, foul tasting, boring downside.

See, it being a holiday and all I really wanted to make a nice meal and end it with fresh baked goods. But since my mixer is somewhere in the middle of the United States right now, I couldn’t really accomplish the fresh baked goods portion of the task. So I settled for choco chip cookies, ready to bake, from a tube and was shocked at how they tasted.

How dare Pillsbury call these abominations choco chip cookies! The worst part was that I used to really love tube cookies. They used to be my simple, easy answer to homemade goodness.

Sigh, being a baking genius has ruined any chance I had of being lazy ever again. Good news for everyone that gets to eat my desserts. Bad news for me since I’ll be spending every holiday elbow deep in dough from here out.

Of course we ate the abominations, just after every bite I had to say “Mine are better”

It’s a picture of California asphalt. And a smidge of mountain for some added excitement.

Enjoy!

It’s been raining since we arrived in Sunnyvale and today for the first time the sky cleared up and revealed itself to be blue, contrary to popular belief. It was beautiful outside but since I haven’t a clue about how to enjoy the weather or where to enjoy the weather I was left taking pictures from our balcony.

And for those of you in flat land, that’s a mountain in the background. A real mountain. I’ve learned they are bigger than levees and Monkey Hill.

Which one of the following is a statement and which one is a question:

1) Let’s go to the Thai restaurant for dinner.

2) Do you want to go to the Thai restaurant for dinner?

Anyone?

If you’re trying to call me and for some reason you can’t get through it’s because Cingular is stupid. Really really stupid. I signed up for auto pay and they never started it. So this past month’s bill went unpaid and they shut off my services. And now that I’ve paid my bill in full one would think my service would be turned back on, but no, it’s still shut off. Stupid Cingular. How am I supposed to live without a cell phone? What am I supposed to do while driving?

Everyone knows those last lines were dripping with sarcasm, right? I need a sarcasm font.

Am in California, alive and not covered in my own puke. All the animals survived their first plane trip and seem to be enjoying our super fancy corporate apartment.

I’m still having trouble accepting the fact that I live in California. Don’t get me wrong, I am excited to be here, but it doesn’t seem real, like California isn’t a place normal people live. Somehow in my mind it’s a place that only fabulously wealthy, beautiful people live and everyone else can visit, but not stay. After 10 days in California the pretty police come around and throw your plain ass out into Nevada.