This Week's Crush and Spelling Round

Crush-Of-The-Week (COTW)
If you're attractive and talented, congratulations, you have met the stipulations that put you in the running for the candy monster's crush. I crush on somebody new all the time - I've decided to whittle it down by week.
This week's profile: Indie rockers that are easy on the eyes and more down-to-earth than you'd expect. Damn, [insert musician's name here]. Enough sweet-talking and thoughtfulness and I'll want to make out with you. (Wink.)

Spelling Round

friendly. Yes, another i before e.

whether or not you like it, the weather is unseasonably warm lately.

You are waiting in line for coffee. No, not online, on the world wide web, but in a line. You know, a queue; there's an old school surfer in front of you and a woman with her screaming kids standing behind you.

And to add to your Hollywood vernacular according to webster.com:

schmooze: verb. To converse informally: chat; also: to chat in a friendly and persuasive manner especially so as to gain favor, business, or connections

swag: noun. Goods acquired by unlawful means: loot

ETA: estimated time of arrival.

And to save in the mental thesaurus:
Take out the random, try:

á tort et á travers: wrong and crosswise, at random, without rhyme or reason.

AGBGTATRM, Part 2: Communicating the Right Message

Things Women Want to Tell You But Shouldn’t Have To.

A Gentleman's Basic Guide To All The Right Moves, Part 2

Mothers and Cell Phones: How Often Do You Call Your Mother?

So. We all have mothers. Some of us are lucky to still have them around.

I am originally from the East Coast, which makes me one of the many Los Angeles transplants in town. With the majority of my family residing back East, there is a considerable distance felt between us. So, my adorable parents, specifically my mother, uses her cell phone to keep in touch with me. She calls me. We exchange text messages - which is quite a feat for her to master, if you know her.

On the occasion that I don't receive her call, she leaves voicemail messages to the effect of, "Okay, call me. Now. Right now." The tone of these messages, mainly irritation/nagging, doesn't motivate me to call her back. Thus, my decreased rate of returning phone calls. Not that there's anything urgent or any particular purpose for her call anyways. Most of the time it's just to make sure I'm alive and to hear me talk - which is awesome, I know, but I can't be all that spectacular 24/7. No news from her to report, and since I don't call unless there's news on my end - in conclusion, no real functionality to accomplish.

If I don't talk to her within a couple days she'll think something awful has happened and then start calling furiously. Love her to death, but it gets to the point where I just don't want to pick up my phone. Does anyone have this problem?

I pose these questions:
1. How often does your mother call you?
2. Should I chalk it up to, "I'm not a mother, so I just don't understand" ?
3. What do you suggest as far as how to respond to the excessive calling?

the candy monster works out

Attention All Overdressed Gym Rats: If you're working up a sweat, and feeling a little faint on that treadmill, maybe you should take off one of the many long-sleeved layers you have on. It would be much more comfortable for you, in addition to taking you out of the running (yes pun intended) for hyperthermia. Dude, you're just an eyesore.

Here's the lowdown: wearing four sweatshirts doesn't make you sweat more. You don't burn more calories. Your body overheats since you're not wearing breathable clothing, so it feeling like you're sweating more is only because the perspiration can't dry as quickly under those layers. Thus discomfort and you looking like an idiot. I guess you were ATD in sixth grade health class. Yep, ATD. That's what I'm calling it.

ATD: Absent That Day. This is how I've come to terms with life's asinine moments. How I justify that no, there can't be that many morons in this world that all want to cross paths with me. You must have been ATD in school. Stay in school, kids. Why? So you won't grow up to be a giant moron.

What. You want more? Not now. Heroes is on. I'm out of buttery popcorn-flavored Jelly Belly beans.

[Heroes SPOILER ALERT if you didn't see tonight's episode]

Ok back. Gahh! Sylar's alive?! Okay, so Zachary Quinto doesn't need to look for a new gig anytime soon. All these new characters. The Mexican siblings trying to cross the border (haven't we seen enough of this?). Monica, the cousin of tech-y wiz kid Micah. Claire's love interest and gravity-defying schoolmate, West. Takezo Kensei, the legendary Japanese (yet British) hero that Hiro struggles to help fulfill history.

Granted, with such an ensemble cast, you're bound to skip out on a couple characters here and there in each episode. I mean, developing storylines at the kickoff of a brand spankin' new season is understandable. But nixing out Hiro, Niki, and Peter?

Well, at least there's something else to look forward to. I still have mounting anticipation of Veronica Mars herself, Miss Kristen Bell. Oh, the CW. What were you thinking?!

A Gentleman’s Basic Guide To All The Right Moves.

Things Women Want to Tell You But Shouldn’t Have To.
In case you didn't already know.

http://www.thisisby.us/index.php/content/a_gentleman__s_basic_guide_to_the_right_moves

WTFs?!

WTFs?! are some lamentations on life, or on things you should really know by now. I'm indignant about these; you should be, too.

So just to get these off my chest:

the possessive your: should probably precede a noun. (thereby showing possession...)
and the you're: as in the contraction of you are.

just a few notes on spelling

• tomorrow. The last person you spoke to today probably spelled it wrong.
• accommodate.
• Wednesday. Yes, there are two d's in there.
  
• hors d'oeuvre. If you really don't know it, then don't use it.
  
• receive. This one kills me every time I see it butchered. Absolutely kills.

Spell checking tools are your friend.

Sigh. Shaking of head. God help us all. I'm going to have a piece of dark chocolate while those who need to, mull over the aforementioned.

today is sunday

October 7, 2007: for at least seven more minutes.

Sunday nights can be pretty depressing with the stress of the week about to begin. I am listening to the High School Musical soundtrack songs. I must say, I am now on the High School Musical train. Zac Efron has a weird face - I can't quite pinpoint it. And so do many other actors and celebrities. More on this later. Lance Bass always had weird eyes - maybe it's a cross-eyed look.

Apparently I'm not the only one under the weather. At least I'm on the path of recuperation. Something must be going around. Isn't that how it always goes?

Dane Cook is awesome. There must be another word equivalent to awesome that is not quite as overused. So begins my search.

OACUN (On a completely unrelated note): Flamin' Hot Cheetos are delicious. Now with zero grams of trans fat.