clarkyclark

Holy smokes, y’all

clarkyclark — Fri, 25 May 2012 14:33:15 +0000

I don’t always listen to the suggestions of others, at least not immediately. As my Mom says, I always do things on my own time table. For the last year, my friend, Debbie, has been telling me over and over again how awesome a series Breaking Bad is and how I need to watch it. I kept this trinket in my back pocket, but it wasn’t until about a month ago that I started to watch it from the beginning on Netflix.

Girl was not playing. That show is ridiculously good. In the last month I’ve watched all 4 seasons, which is about 35 hours of watching, which is slightly pathetic, but not in this case. For anyone with a Netflix subscription, I highly recommend it. Season 5, which is the final season (tear) starts mid July. Plenty of time for anyone to catch up… especially if you were to get hooked like myself. It’s really all I could think about for a couple of weeks. The only other show I’ve allowed in my schedule is New Girl (totes recommend that one, too), so now I have to go back and catch up on everything that’s been building up on my DVR. Which is a depressing thought because I know nothing will compare to Breaking Bad.

This show is no joke…

Not your average Gamma…

clarkyclark — Fri, 18 May 2012 18:30:19 +0000

I snapped this pre-bedtime pic of Gamma’s nightstand the last time I visited. I guess visits to grandmother’s house aren’t as innocent as they used to be…

The Beatles, lists and Whitney

clarkyclark — Tue, 15 May 2012 20:51:46 +0000

A couple months ago (seriously behind on the blog), I attended an arts fundraiser with the folks where the main entertainment was a Beatles cover band. They were legit. I tried to withstand the peer pressure of getting up and dancing with my parents and their friends, but there’s only so long you can hold out when it’s the Beatles. I was easily the youngest there (on the dance floor), but I for sure held my own.

The following quote from the movie “Sliding Doors” easily rings true for me… I’m one of these babies:

James: Everybody’s born knowing all the Beatles lyrics instinctively. They’re passed into the fetus subconsciously along with all the amniotic stuff. Fact, they should be called “The Fetals”.

For reals.

I’m in the process of writing a new list of my favorite songs (you’re welcome) and decided to skim through the Beatles catalog on my iPod. I think it’s virtually impossible to pick out one Beatles song as being a favorite. I know all the words to basically all of them and they each elicit a different emotional response… I love them all.

[Lightbulb] I need to create a favorite Beatles playlist.

Have I ever said how much I love making lists? Lists make me happy and that’s probably why I get/love the movie High Fidelity so much. No one may give a rats a__ about my lists, but it brings me joy to make them, so that’s that.

Oh, I just realized the night of the Beatles concert was the night Whitney Houston died. Let’s take a moment and remember her…

Or not.

Is anybody listening?

clarkyclark — Fri, 13 Apr 2012 22:11:42 +0000

I know I really need to get this blog fired up again. I’m doing a baby post today. Gotta get my feet wet.

One of my pet peeves is when you send someone an email, text, etc and they don’t return it. It’s like it just went off into la la land and you have no idea if you’ll ever get a response. Happened to me this week at work as I was waiting on a reply to an email I sent a couple of weeks ago. Which I followed up on again Monday. Then again on Tuesday. Then again on Wednesday. I mean… $hit has to get done around here, give me a response.

Side note, one of my many talents is applying song lyrics to real life situations to make me feel better about them. Immediately, this song came to mind and it’s sorta my theme song this week. It’s jazzy and really, who doesn’t love a little Phil Collins on a Friday afternoon?

By the way, I finally got a response. Somebody’s listening.

Happy Friday!

clarkyclark — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 21:24:44 +0000

Workin’ from the couch with The Boss on the TV… pretty much the ideal way to do business.

Merry Christmas from Rocky

clarkyclark — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 17:22:06 +0000

My life calling

clarkyclark — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 21:53:29 +0000

Today, I spent the better part of the day watching the below video. After watching it more times than I’ll admit, I have dreams of re-creating it in the same fashion as my Regina Spektor video from back in the day. Maybe now that I’m 30, I can see things much clearer than before, because it’s pretty obvious to me today that I have obviously missed my true calling in life. As anyone who has attended a wedding with me in the last six months knows, I’m a big fan of interpretive dancing. It’s just one of those amazing skills that I possess.

Clearly, I was meant to be a backup dancer on Solid Gold.

30 is the Jam!

clarkyclark — Tue, 11 Oct 2011 21:19:23 +0000

Batta batta batta swing batta

clarkyclark — Wed, 24 Aug 2011 18:16:12 +0000

If I needed further confirmation that my dog plays for the other team… I think I got it from this picture. He looks like he’s about to passionately plant one on Pete!

Mr. Pete

clarkyclark — Fri, 12 Aug 2011 19:39:53 +0000

My Mom has been on a mission the last couple years to get another dog. She walks dogs at the local SPCA multiple times a week, so keeps her eyes peeled for potential dogs to adopt. Up until now, Dan has resisted, but I guess she finally wore him down and he caved.

Two weeks ago a batch of basset puppies came in and she talked Dan into letting them “foster” one for two weeks. As if they were really going to return a cute puppy after two weeks. I went with her to pick one out and we eventually picked Pete because he was just like Charlie… totally laid back and could really care less about playing with his siblings or trying to get attention from potential parents. He totally white-men-can’t-jump-ed us… not long after arriving at their house, he was out of his shell. And continues to liven up each passing day. I really enjoy when he barks at the air.

I went out again last weekend to see the little guy and take some pictures with The Rebel. These are some favorites…

I think the look on Charlie’s face says it all, “First you bring that little rat around all the time and now a puppy?”.