Thursday, October 27, 2005

Ghost pun'kins

While in Cooperstown this weekend, Corey & I stumbled across some interesting albino squash:
We were quite intrigued by these pasty pun'kins. They were NOT painted. Their rind was white. Hmmmm.... What an interesting jack-o-lantern these pun'kins would make!
Then, this morning, Corey sends me this link to an article on CNN:

Ghost Pun'kins

It seems these devlish fruits (yus, indeed they are fruits) are quite popular and chic. En vogue, even.

So this weekend, I'm on the hunt for achromatic pun'kins. Because, as we all know, if there is anything Maggie strives to be, its en vogue.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Beer, BBQ, Cookies & Applesauce

Quite a weekend. Corey & I left for Oneonta on Friday night and made pretty good time. Once we got there, we almost immediately started our weekend of partying like college kids (again) by checking out some local bars. Saturday it was on to the Baseball HOF & the Ommegang Brewery. After a quick nap we ate at Brooks BBQ (dee-lish) & then vegged out in our hotel room for the rest of the night. Sunday we headed over to the Albany area (after stopping in Schenevus for breakfast & cookies) to visit my Gram's gravesite as well as drop by Corey's friend's (Dave & LeighAnn) place. We ended up at an apple-sauce making party where we made home-made applesauce, drank beer & watched football. It was the perfect way to spend a cool fall evening. was a perfect way to spend a fall weekend.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Is it Friday yet?

So excited for the weekend. Heading to the Oneonta with Corey. Think I'm definitely in store for a good time. Baseball Hall of Fame, the Ommegang Brewery and just hanging out in a cool college town. I'm so effing excited I can't sit still. It'll be here & over before I know it, though. Just like last weekend.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005


Move over Sean Paul...there's a new reggae star in town and he's Hasidic?!?!?!

Matisyahu is a Hasidic jew who raps & pulls of a mean beatbox. Checked out some of his tunes and its actually good stuff. Songs have spiritual lyrics but aren't so blatant that you feel like you're being preached to.
This guy wasn't born into a Hasidic family, though. Check out his bio & it tells you how he rediscovered his faith after a trip to Israel. Quite interesting, actually. Studied at the New School which is also kinda neat, I thought.

Here's a snippit from one song called King Without a Crown:

You're all that I have and you're all that I need
Each and every day I pray to get to know you please
I want to be close to you, yes I'm so hungry
You're like water for my soul when it gets thirsty
Without you there's no me
You're the air that I breathe
Sometimes the world is dark and I just can't see
With these, demons surround all around to bring me down to negativity
But I believe, yes I believe, I said I believe
I'll stand on my own two feet
Won't be brought down on one knee
Fight with all of my might and get these demons to flee
Hashem's rays fire blaze burn bright and I believe
Out of darkness comes light, twilight unto the heights

Check it's got a nice beat to it. Definitely two thumbs up in my book.

Friday, October 14, 2005

I'm currently reading this fabulous book, Sex, Drugs & Cocoa Puffs , by Chuck Klosterman, a writer for Spin magazine. As soon as I finished the first chapter, I knew I had fallen in love. Well, maybe not LOVE but a very strong case of LIKE. The first chapter goes into his view on what he calls 'fake love' and how every woman loves John Cusack. He goes on to say that its not John Cusack the person that we supposedly love, its Lloyd Dobler - his character from the fabulous movied Say Anything.... Can't ya just see him standing there with the boom box blaring Peter Gabriel?
So is this true? Does every woman want a Lloyd Dobler? Do they want what Klosterman calls an "optimistic, charmingly loquacious teenager"? Yes and no. But thats another story for another time.
Klosterman writes: "Coldplay songs deliver an amorphous, irrefutable interpretation of how being in love is supposed to feel, and people find themselves wanting that feeling for real. They want men to adore them like Lloyd Dobler would, and they want women to think like Aimee Mann, and they expect all their arguments to sould like Sam Malone and Diane Chambers. They think everything will work out perfectly in the end (just like it did for Helen Fielding's Bridget Jones and Nick Hornby's Rob Fleming), and they don't stop believing, becuase Journey's Steve Perry insists that we should never do that. In the nineteenth century, teenagers merely aspired to have a marriage that would be better than that of their parents; personally, I would never be satisfied unless my marriage was as good as Cliff and Clair Huxtable's."
Do I want a love like a Coldplay song? To be honest, I've never gotten a love vibe from anything by Coldplay. If anything, it makes me a little depressed - is that what love is supposed to feel like? If so, I'll have no part in that, thank you very much. Love shouldn't require 20 mgs of Prozac and a tab of Xanax which is exactly what I need after I listen to Coldplay. Maybe I'm interpreting their music wrong - maybe I just don't listen as intently to the words as I should. But, I just don't care. Its the whole melody. (Ugh...Yellow just came on the radio) Unfortunately, some of the music by one of the best bands of all time, REM, makes me feel the same way. (They're playing on the radio now)

Never let my head hit the bed without your hand behind it

Had a girlie night last night with Roseann & Nicole. Girle = cosmos & manhating......err.....I mean we had a pillow fight in our underwear....yeah.....thats it. ;-)
So anyways, we got to talking about men & what flips our switches. We ended up each compiling a list on a cocktail napkin (scans to come). Now, we avoided the usual suspects, which we decided that every woman pretty much likes - candlelight, a roaring fire, Marvin Gaye, yadda, yadda, yadda. So my list basically was made up of three songs: Your Body is a Wonderland by John Mayer, Blower's Daughter by Damien Rice and Crush by DMB (the long 8 minute version, though). I got made fun of because of this. I was the only one that had songs on her list.
Then of course there was the superficial stuff like baseball caps & hockey jerseys. Which was pretty much ALL Nicole's list was. ;-) Then physical stuff like touching my face when we kiss or kissing my neck when he stands behind me, blah, blah, blah.
So anyway....the whole point of this discussion has now been forgotten. After sharing our lists with eachother we decided to call it a night and I head home and crashed.
So today, I'm doing some retail/cinema therapy with my mom and then tomorrow I'm off to ride the roller coasters at 6 Flags! YAY!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

TG for personal days

Wow....thats all I have to say about U2. Wow.
What an unbelievable concert. It was AMAZING.
I have to admit, I started out not as jazzed as I should've been to go to see them. I was tired and I've been eating hershey kisses & peanut butter the last few days, so I've been kinda bitchy. To compound my frustrations, I hit massive traffic delays. The thruways is NEVER backed up Westchester bound at 5 on a Monday. Where were you people going??!?!
When I got into the city, though, my attitude changed.
Met the girls - Elena, Kat & Marty - at Molly Wee's (thinking this may be my and Elena's newest favorite place). They had already started pregaming without me. Effing traffic. So I had lots to catch up on. I did get an inflatable mini hockey stick, though! Sweet! I decided it was my cell phone and after some beers & a yummy shot (made up on the spot special for us) I decided to USE my hockey stick as a cell phone and call Bono for Elena. It was a wierd situation......sigh.
So, after Wee's, we hauled ass to MSG and drank some more beers and ate some salty ass popcorn.
Keane went on promptly at 8 and were actually pretty good. Elena & I really weren't that interested and were more into talking on our cell phones and trying to find Kat & Marty on the other side of the arena. Waving of my 'cell phone' helped. LOL
After Keane and a bizillion trips to pee, U2 finally came on. They opened with Vertigo and it was amazing. I knew the second I heard the music start and heard Bono start the countdown I was in for a great show. I was right. The energy in MSG was insane.
One really cool thing they did was ask everyone to show their cell phones and it made the arena look like it was filled with stars - it was actually beautiful.
We met up with Kat & Marty outside Nathan's and after a short discussion of the show and some minor bitching about our feet, we headed back to my car.
While we're walking, I see a limo driver standing next to his car with a sign "Kristen Seyfried." I say to the driver, kidding around of course, "I wish I was Kristen!!" The driver looked at me, blatantly eye fucked me and said: "So do I!" GASP!! Thats SO not what I meant buddy!! I felt violated. ROFL
So we got back to the car, paid a FORTUNE to park and headed back to Rockland.
Every bar in Rockland apparantly closes early on Monday nights so we headed home. :( no postgame for us.
So, in short (I know, too late) it was a great night!!
Now, I just wish it was Friday.............sigh. I'll settle for wednesday, though. ;-)

Monday, October 10, 2005


Tonight is the U2 concert at MSG with Elena, Katrina & Marty.
So in honor of our FAB-U-LOUS evening ahead, I figured I'd update my blog with a picture of Elena's future fake husband. LOL My arm hurts already.....

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Thought I had a rage brewing....

Hung out most of yesterday with Kelly. It was much fun. Found out I think Alison Krauss eats thru my soul. I honestly don't remember saying that. What a see-you-next-tuesday I was!!
Went out after leaving Kelly's Elena, Bobbi-Jo & Brian to celebrate Bobbi's birthday. Went to our usual haunt, Bleacher's, and basically just hung out and danced to our usual jukebox tunes. Anyways....when I got home I was lying in bed thinking of all these things that were stewing in my neocortex (gimme a break - I had a neuro test last week). As I stared at my blank ceiling, I started to write my blog entry in my head. Okay...normally a good idea. Actually something I do quite often. Only one problem - I forgot the WHOLE thing. Don't even have the SLIGHTEST idea what I was SO pissed about. Sigh....blame it on Amstel & Johnny Walsh.
One good thing did happen last night. Not saying the whole night was a bust, cuz it wasn't, but this one good thing was FABULOUS. Johhny Walsh has agreed to have Elena & I as guest bartenders for a night and all proceeds to go to the American Cancer Society. AWESOME. KICK ASS. Now, we just have to pick a date.
So, Monday is the U2 concert. I THINK I'm prepared to have my arm ripped off by Elena as she screams and jumps and cries when her future fake hubby comes on stage. LOL Pregaming at Molly Wee's and postgaming in Rockland somewhere - cuz face it, its cheaper.
Tuesday is loser day for me. :( I took the day off to recover from Monday.
Wednesday is Corey's second show at the Magnet. Kelly & Ryan are coming with. Thats a good thing.
So, since I forgot what on EARTH I was so angry about, I shall end this pointless rambling.
But, I do have to say this:
You should have to take a breathilizer before you can text message. I'm sorry if I bombarded you with senseless ramblings of me getting my ass kicked at Big Buck Hunter 2 and listening to Toby Keith & whatnot.
Oh yeah...and this: For the first time EVER in my life - I went over my minutes on my cell phone! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!?!?!? When I brought this up to my darling mother she politely told me that it is because the thing is permenantly attached to my ear and has been for quite a while now. Hmmm...interesting. Thinking I really need to reconsider that

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Back from the south

Just got back from my bro's in NoCarolina. It was a l----------ong trip, but fun just the same.
Got pink Chuck Taylors & I love them. :)
Off from work tomorrow (TG - I'm exhausted) so I can do my normal weekend errands in one day & then head to school. Laundry, shopping, oil change....other mundane tasks to which I must attend.