re: Who Says Secrets Don't Make Friends?

I just got back from one of MySpace's "secret" shows - Phantom Planet!

They played at Bottom of the Hill, and this is the secret sign that was hanging out front:

If you look in the corner, you can see where some social networking purist started a sharpie rant, but apparently forgot to finish the thought. Probably they heard the band starting inside and headed in to hear the music.

I am sort of embarrassed to say that I actually liked Phantom Planet. Any band whose initial notoriety came from their famous drummer and whose most recent popularity comes from the OC soundtrack is suspect in my book. But, as it turns out, not only do they play a very infectious sort of pop music, they just seem like really likable people. Very funny. Very talkative. Very obliging with audience requests (unlike some rock stars). And they looked really cute in their tight jeans. Ahem.


So basically, I really liked the show. But don't tell anyone. It is a secret.

re: JetSet

So, I just got back last week from what easily falls into my Top 5 List of Best Vacations Ever. I don't even know if I can do a post about it, because it was too overwhelming great (there are pictures posted if you care to see em) but there is one thing I do want to tell you that I discovered.

You know how movie execs use telephone numbers with the prefix 555 in movies and tv shows to denote a fictitious phone number? Well, it turns out that if you ever bothered to call one of the numbers, you would probably call a cab in Cuba:

re: Starting Over

Maybe it was that I got one too many emails with the subject line "your blog sucks now," or perhaps it is because every time I did anything noteworthy, I thought in terms of how it would look to blog about it later. But, I think it is finally time to get back out here on the internet and start a blog of my own.

I will admit - even though I was 1/2 of the new awesome for 2 years, starting my own blog feels daunting and somehow more self-indulgent than when I was sharing the limelight with bets; daunting because I used to only have to come up with half the content for the blog and I don't know if I have enough interesting things to put up all by myself (plus, consistency has never been a strong point of mine), and self-indulgent probably because if you haven't noticed, all I do when I blog is post photos of myself on the internet, but somehow it seemed less "look at me" when I was sharing that responsibilty as well.

I actually flirted with the idea of a solo blog in the past (once upon time I briefly tried to start another secret solo blog where I posted weird photos of my friends and made up silly fake stories about them. It lasted 3 whole posts and I never actually told anyone about it). But I suppose there is something sort of exciting about getting to reinvent myself a little and do whatever I want here. Though I imagine that my blogging style will probably still be a lot like how i blogged on TNA, now that I have my own blog I might start posting about crafts, or daschunds, or appendix jokes more often. I just don't know. We'll just have to see, won't we?

So here I am, internet. Rock you like a hurricane.