just call me seven

This Blog is Officially Closed.
11 February 2008, 12:00 am
Filed under: I Spend Way Too Much Time on teh Internet Toobz

My brother bought me a domain name, and he’s hosting my site. It’s the new, improved (yet strangely familiar-looking and -sounding) me! It’s ohmyseven.com, with apologies to ohmystinkinheck… I didn’t realize how similar they were until the deed was done. I promise, I’m not trying to copy you. :)

So pop on over, and change up your blogroll (if I’m on it…) to the new link.

It’s been a slice, peeps. I hope you follow me over there.


Frosting And Other Yummy Stuff.
9 February 2008, 10:30 pm
Filed under: Eating Of Food Is My Specialty, I'm a Crafty One

My parents own a cookie business. We usually just sell chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin and peanut butter cookies, but on holidays some of our accounts order cutout cookies. So my sister and I were helping my mom make them, and there were some that weren’t quite perfect enough to sell, but still delicious. So we have 7-1/2 dozen cutout hearts that we can’t sell. So I’m going to take a bunch to church tomorrow, and my parents will probably give their church some as well… but in the meantime, I had a hankering to decorate a cookie. We had some fondant frosting that can’t be used, because it takes a long time to dry, so I brought that home and used some of that. My sister made this killer chocolate cake, and she also made some buttercream frosting to go on top of it. Have you ever had buttercream frosting? It is amazing. It’s made out of 1) butter, and 2) powdered sugar (with a little bit of milk to make it all stick. Holy heck. It’s killer. So I piled some buttercream on my cookie, and then went to town with the fondant. Behold:
I love me some fondant.

Yes, I said rad. I’m bringin’ the 90s back. Deal. Anyhoo… Delicious, and pretty, no? Have another look:

I am getting all angle-y in your grill.

I am grateful to my cookie for giving me this opportunity to use my new tripod. It was a steal at $1, people! I love the Dollar Tree.
It was only a dollar!

To show you how small this disgustingly cute tripod is:

I just want to eat it.

The moral of this story is: Eat buttercream until you throw up. Also, shop at the dollar store.

Fun T-shirts.
Via The Bloggess:
Witness the wondrous power of the slogan generator from The Surrealist.

Not even my t-shirt.

More like an Eight.

How chirpy!

And so is your mom.

Sounds like a band… The Electric Seven.


And a day without sunshine is like… night.

Do you have a Seven?

This Made Me Giggle.
7 February 2008, 11:35 pm
Filed under: I Love To Laugh

I bought a doughnut and they gave me a receipt for the doughnut…I don’t need a receipt for the doughnut – I give you money and you give me the doughnut, end of transaction. We don’t need to bring ink and paper into this. I can’t imagine a scenario that I would have to prove that I bought a doughnut. To some skeptical friend, don’t even act like I didn’t buy a doughnut, I’ve got the documentation right here…dang…I forgot it at home… it’s in the filing cabinet…under D…for doughnut.

–Mitch Hedberg

And Now…

… A meme that I shamelessly stole from Maxie.

The perfect outfit: Holey jeans, long t-shirt, lightweight hoodie, flipflops, toe ring.

The perfect meal: Pad Thai

The perfect hangover cure: Don’t drink in the first place.

The perfect road trip: Portland.

The perfect facial feature: Eyes.

The perfect drink: Coffee from Stumptown Coffee Co.

The perfect song: Um… Lately I love “Another Believer” by Rufus Wainwright (from Meet the Robinsons… RENT THIS MOVIE. IT IS GREAT).

The perfect sign of affection: A hug, but it has to be a good one. Not one of those limp, weenie ones. Like, wrap me up and squeeze.

The perfect afternoon: Good food and a movie, followed by a nap.

The perfect vacation: I don’t know… I haven’t been anywhere, so really anything is fine by me.

The perfect invention: The bed. I love me a good bed.

The perfect type of wedding: Big and boisterous, but really simple and low-key. Just a whole lotta people watchin’ me get hitched, eating a lot of food and hanging out.

The perfect album: JJ Heller’s “The Pretty and The Plain.”

The perfect accent: Irish, like Jonathan Rhys Myers. Be still my heart.

The perfect date: I’ve only been on two… It would be nice if the next one was actually romantic instead of just a friend date.

The perfect weather: 65-70, no humidity, lots of wind. Slightly overcast.

The perfect party: Just a bunch of people at my house, eating food and maybe watching a movie or some Lost or something.

The perfect sport: The one that I don’t have to play.

The perfect thing to say: There is no perfect thing to say that could make its way out of my clumsy lips.

The perfect day of the week: Saturday.

iTunes game.

So, Emily started this thing… you open iTunes and put it on shuffle.
Then you write a poem using the first audible line of each song.
Here’s mine:

I never had it; I never wanted it
Take a long drive with me
Someday when I’m awfully low
Dear charming kite,do lightly bite

Throwing off the fetters; working on my smile
Before we were on our way
In this dry and weary land
Turn your eyes from all this way

It’s all a waste of time again
‘Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony
This is how it works
It’s a wonder I can walk on painted avenues

Hello, darkness, my old friend
Early in the evening, just about suppertime
The distant country
Gee, but it’s great to be back home

Won’t you come along with me?
I believe in freedom; I believe in truth
Hello to the world
How long will I wait?

Every kind of love, or at least my kind of love
Golden bars of sunlight
If you ever get close to a human
Who can say where the road goes?


Rufus Wainwright
The Decemberists
Frank Sinatra
Joanna Newsom

Sarah Kelly
Stephen Malkmus
Ryan Delmore
Jennifer Knapp

The Flaming Lips
The Verve
Regina Spektor
The Waiting

Simon & Garfunkel
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Simon & Garfunkel

Ella Fitzgerald
Sarah Kelly
The Fire Theft
Addison Road

Rufus Wainwright
The Waiting
The Decemberists

Just in case you didn’t know…

Any time you see a movie quote, there’s a strong possibility that I will be offering points for the first correct guess.  There’s a little widget on the sidebar that shows the current scores, and as of now, my brother is the only one who occupies it.  You’re not going to just let him have the whole thing to himself without a fight, are ya?  (Thanks for your guesses, Michael… you’re the best.)

So you gotta ask yourself a question:  Do I feel lucky?  Well, do ya, punk?

(1 million points for the first correct answer… I figured I’d start out with an easy one.  Enjoy!)