Remember on my show when I played a video from the day before my show featuring Yami and Paula? This is that video! Enjoy!
Archive | 2010
Stuff that happened yesterday
Yesterday I got a call from Yami as I was in the middle of all this, saying she had a surprise for me and I needed to come over right away. I’m not really a come over right away kind of person but then she put the surprise on the phone and it was Paula, the singer of the band we used to be in who now lives in Seattle. She was at Yami’s house! Because these ladies think it takes me five hours to get ready, they told me I couldn’t take a shower or do my hair or put on makeup or even put anything in my purse that wasn’t already there, I just had to come over with whatever was already in my purse. It’s a good think I had an overnight bag in my purse or else I never would have made it there within three hours. (Not really, I made it there within the hour which even I was shocked by.) New York has done something to my ability to be punctual. I don’t really know why or how, and Koryn might disagree, but sometimes I’m actually on time.
Speaking of on time, I hope you’ll all tune in to my show today featuring Yami and Dustin! We’ll be calling Paula on the phone!
C Gibbs, "All She Wanted" on Alison Rosen Is Your New Best Friend
Boy I’m having a bitch of a time trying to figure out how to get the player to offer you download options (audio & video and just audio). I’m pretty sure this is easier than I’m making it. Anyway, Blip is irritating me right now. Remember you can also get to these clips and episodes on iTunes and I’m starting to make stuff available as an audio only podcast as well. How exciting for you! Oh, also, you know how I’ve been labeling these last few clips July 21, 2010? It turns out they’re from the August 8, 2010 episode.
When Koryn walks in…
Here’s what happens when Koryn arrives on my show. If I were really ambitious I would edit together a bunch of these entrances. I’m not that ambitious though because right now I’m staring at Tobey over the top of my laptop and I’m dying from the cuteness shooting out of him in all directions like some kind of indiscriminate cute bomb.
C Gibbs playing "Alone with the Horse" live on my show
I’m having a wild and crazy Friday night involving trying to catch up on video uploads and also, shit tons of sex. I mean, you wouldn’t even believe what’s going on over here in between all the video uploading and rampant email checking and diet soda drinking. Anyway, enjoy this video! I demand you do so.
On Sunday's ARIYNBF: There will be burps
Sunday’s ARIYNBF will be an effervescent fizzy affair and I mean that quite literally as Yami and I (and perhaps DUSTIN) will be drinking various carbonated beverages to see which makes for the most immediate belch. (I imagine we’ll also be grading said burps qualitatively).
Now I know what you’re thinking: that’s brilliant! Thank you, I agree. See, the way it came to me was last night I took a sip of Diet Root Beer and had a near instantaneous reaction. Then I wondered what it was about Diet Root Beer that’s so predictably burpy. Then I contacted Yami who said she’d be honored to belch on my show.
By the way, I’m quite aware that I may drive people away with this segment however I can’t help myself. It’s just good entertainment and also, it will be fun right up until the point one of us accidentally barfs.
Also? All the other amazing stuff which you have come to love including fan phone call and Just Me Or Everyone and Dating Experiment and Deleted Tweets and me shooting myself out of a cannon.
Also, I just added a little album on the show’s FB page for show sponsors. Go there and take a gander, won’t you?
And completely unrelated, Dustin recently reminded me of this humor-piece I wrote about why you should be grateful to be poor. Click it if you want to be mildly amused!
What I would yell if I were yelling something
Today is one of those days (and there’s nothing specific about today) where all the little petty disappointments and annoyances and rejections or rejection-seeming things that pile up in the course of a life but especially one in the industry I’m in just seem especially intolerable and I’m filled with this angsty/cranky/temper-tantrumy desire to yell at the top of my lungs, “I’m important, dammit!”
And normally I wouldn’t admit to something so vulgar however I’m pretty sure everyone feels it from time to time. And the weird thing is it’s not being triggered by anything really and even the knowledge that Jersey Shore is on tonight isn’t snapping me out of it which means it’s pretty serious.
In other news, there are about a zillion blog posts building up inside me causing immense blog pressure and I might have to have this blog lanced.
The adorableness that is my mom with the adorableness that is Tobey
Tobey always orders a Frappeccino.
Totally lapped this mofo
Looking for something to effortlessly take me from day to night
I think I found it!