need plans for the weekend?

yes, a weekend has just ended, but that's the best time to start pondering your plans for the upcoming weekend! we're all workin' for the weekend anyhow, right?

anyhow, thanks to a's brilliant detective work (and general ability to just be in shul), we've discovered that SCHLOCK ROCK will be playing THIS WEEKEND (saturday night) in NEW YORK CITY (at Ramat Orah, West 110th between Broadway and Amsterdam). ahhhhhh (screams my 10 year old self)!

in case you were a total dork as a kid, i will let you in on the schlock rock secret. they are a jewish band, started in 1985, who parodies rock songs with Jewish/religious lyrics. various topics include: rashi, kashrut, tu b'shvat, shabbat, jewish history.

a few choice lyrics: "Oh can't you see/OU it's gotta be."
"Help me Rambam yea/Get me closer to God."
"Na'aseh v'enishma/We'll do all the mitzvahs/Come on let's learn some more/All night long."
"Hey you! What's that you're wearing?" "Yo it's my yarmulke!"

in our excitement for le concertia, convo with L -
L: (quoting Every Bite You Take) We're the police! The kosher police!
Me: Haha yay!
L: And get it? Because The Police sing the real song! Their genius is endless.
Me: This is blog-worthy. Thank you for your brilliant "police" work.

have i convinced you?! hopefully! can't wait to rock out with you this weekend! be good, be cool, be jewish!

top of the muffin to ya!!!!!

text from a: "SAW MUFFIN TOPS AT THE GROCERY STORE!!!"

wow. didn't know that michigan area grocery stores are getting their ideas from seinfeld.

the most ridiculous of them all.

this is one of those times when a picture would have been nice, but even that would not have captured the utter ridiculousness of the situation.

so. we were waiting to cross 1st avenue at 14th street. it was late-ish on saturday night, maybe midnight. we see a guy crossing the street in the crosswalk, coming towards us. he drops his cell phone on the street. a second later, he drops his phone again. i say (out loud), "ohh that sucks." and he must have heard me because when he got to the corner where we were standing, he looks up at us and says with a goofy grin, "sorry! i'm high!"

it seemed as though he felt like he really needed to apologize to us for the situation. don't worry, guy! we now have this amazing new-york-moment story! thanks!

they're baaaaaack.

oh. my. god. just one short week until january 21. not sure if i can contain myself until then.

here is the new doc jensen article for those of you who are as nerdily obsessed with lost as i am. also, here is a teaser trailer for you guys! (if you're reeeeeeally concerned about spoilers, maybe don't watch it.) namaste!

nifty gifties.

so, i'm not sure if you guys have seen the new awesomeness to come out of the office gang over at nbc.com. in addition to their webisodes, which have been pretty good so far, they have started these fake websites. i featured a great one recently, but i just found a new site which i loooooove: andy and angela's gift registry. the updated news is that now in lieu of gifts, they are asking for donations to their favorite charities (of course, cornell - ever heard of it? - and various cat things). their old gift registry is still listed below, and while perusing it, i found this choice number: a hugging cats salt and pepper shaker set. um, i want two! thought you guys might like the heads up so you can figure out what to get them for their now-most-likely-not-happening-due-to-dwight-fiasco wedding.

aww.

how cute! it's kind of like a high school reunion. i wonder what obama and old timey bush are having a laugh about.

lost updates!

the ew.com lost guru, doc jensen, has previewed the first two episodes of the new season of lost! check it out!

thanks, fox news.

ok, back to seriousness.

worst best man.

hilarious. thank you to a certain red-haired beauty (e) for bringing it to my attention.

Worst Best Man Ever @ Yahoo! Video

read this. and please stay otherwise informed.

apparently i am the fashion police.

it's also possible that i just saw some of the worst dressed people in the universe last night. not that i thought that naples, fl was any fashion capital. it's not. but the way some partygoers were dressed, you'd think they've never seen what normal people look like. here are two choice photographs showing the fashion-impaired. please keep in mind that these photographs do not include one of a woman who had made such poor fashion choices that all i could do was stare as she walked by.

um, i'm not sure what's going on here, but i doubt this was ever in style.

oh, honey. you forgot your pants!

dear tom friedman:

i love you.

all: read this article, it's highly awesome and important.

in other news, hope everyone is having a fantastic christmas/new years/winter break.

in case you're feeling down.

and i'm not saying you are. but sometimes the ridiculousness of winter can get you feelin' blue. here are two things which may cheer you up:

procrastination...

the good news is: i'll be in sunny florida tomorrow. woo! away from this freezing cold horribleness in new york. (sorry to all those who are going staycation style this holiday season... i'll promise to dazzle you with some florida pics that are sure to warm your bones. and you will also get a glimpse of the first pictures out of my brand new birthday/hanukah camera present!)

the bad news is: i have to pack. my family is notoriously terrible at packing in a normal fashion. when the cab to the airport comes for us, the deb is usually still cramming stuff into suitcases. i'm mostly a bit better than that, but i just don't like it. and this kind of trip is the worst to pack for - florida, chicago AND a wedding. i mean, i'm 12 kinds of excited for all of it, but ugh. too much to think about. so far, i've only determined the books i'm bringing (3, is that enough??), and started to think about shoes. at this rate, i'll be up until 2am deciding on different swim suits and dresses. at least my bridesmaid dress is already in chicago... here is a card from z which really sums up the entire situation:

(most awesome) pictures of the week (ever).