So VH1 has finally finished their insane Top Model extravaganza THANK GOD, and is now showing a "top 100 videos of the 90s" countdown. One of them is "Virtual Insanity" and among other commentary was this from Chris Kirkpatrick:

"I was like, 'That's so cool, how are they doing that?' and then Justin was like, 'They're moving the walls, stupid.'"

...Okay, it's funnier when you see it. The disgust in Chris's voice (with himself? Justin? who knows!) was perfect.

Also, we had this conversation at work on Friday, which makes me giggle:

R [editorial assistant]: What are you doing over there, creating a whole parallel website?
Me: Uh...sure.
R: Can you make it about something less depressing than AIDS? Like...
Me: Ponies! The internet's most complete resource on ponies!
M [managing editor]: Yeah, with subject areas like, "How ponies are transmitted," and "how to test for ponies." "Ask the Ponies," perhaps.
Me: Fact versions fiction: pony myth or reality?
M: "I've heard that some ponies have horns, is that true?"

(poisonivory's ETA: "Can you catch ponies from a toilet seat?")

I just stopped at Rite Aid to buy a Coke, and you all should be seriously proud of me, because I did not also pick up the special "Zanessa + Their Famous Friends!" edition of Popstar I found. I did, however, flip through it. Obviously.

Surprisingly, some of the shots have actually been taken since the HSM2 premier, because there was that horrible thing on Corbin's face (bleh). But there were also a few pages of Lucas adorableness; several dorkycute pictures (and one incredibly adorable one of him and Tiz that's probably been in many other places, because it was clearly part of a larger cast shoot, but I hadn't seen it before).

Oh, and it referred to I Don't Dance as the movie's "dramatic highlight". I guess by "dramatic" they mean "homoerotic".

In utterly unrelated news, the first paycheck from my new job finally came through. I can't even tell you how much of a relief it is. I transferred a third of it to savings (and thank god I'd started that savings account a few months before I lost my job--I would have been pretty screwed without it) and will now be able to pay the bills that I've been staring at for two weeks. And my rent. And pay down my trusty credit card, which has helped me buy groceries for the last two months.

So I was crazy jealous that harriet_vane had tickets to see OK Go at MSG last night and I did not. But then she emailed me yesterday morning to say that they were going to play a free show that afternoon! At -- how fucking cool is this -- the Apple Store in SoHo. My boss was in an excellent mood so he let me skip out of work an hour and a half early (4:30 instead of 6, which is when the concert started) and I arrived just in time to get in line before the cut off point.

I suspect they'd left all their real instruments and equipment--and one of the band members--at MSG, because they only did about six songs, and they were all acoustic. (Two acoustic guitars, occasionally a bass, and also a lot of melody done on accompanying xylophone.) It was charming and awesome. (World's shortest show report here.)

Unrelatedly, I think my phone is dying, it that it occasionally refuses to send or recieve calls. So if you've tried to contact me but haven't gotten an answer, it's not because I'm a flake! Promise!

Oh! Also I dreamed that I was the captain of a spaceship, which was shaped like a house and, you know, not in space so much as somewhere on land (but it was definitely a ship), and the Flash was one of my...sailors? Space sailors? I don't know. Either way he screwed something up, so I had to apologize to the evil people who lived on the back porch, who I'm pretty sure I was at war with. What?

omgsqueeee!!!111one!!


I knew this. This makes confusing premonition dream number three! Of course, the dream was, in fact, me and Rachel going to see a BSB reunion tour, except we were complaining that *N Sync were supposed to be reuniting instead and were pissed we'd driven all the way to Syracuse.

Okay, so it's a lot less direct than my last two premontion-y dreams. (I'm not saying I actually believe my dreams tell the future; I just find it interesting that I dreamed the night before the election that Bush won, and after the first game of the WS that Sox would sweep. Yay my subconscious.)

Anyway, yes. Squeeeeeeeeeee!

Concert kicked all kinds of ass. I would definitely do David Bowie of the chance ever arose.

And now, to write a paper.

Dear JC Chasez,

How did you get on repeat play on iTunes? And in my head? Aaaaaaaugh, stop that!!!

Secret love,
Becky

Meanwhile, my new JC inspired playlist:

( Super Dance Pop )