Copilots & Homies

Oh, chocolate. I remember when they first invented it. Sweet, sweet chocolate. I always hated it! Do you remember 1975? Great year, huh? There was the Watergate Scandal (oh, you bad boy Nixon). It was the year Spanish dictator Francisco Franco dies. Iron Maiden is formed (to all the fans). What a great time in our history. Just kidding, I really wouldn't know; I googled all this shit because, hell, I wasn't born until 20 years later. But I'm not just talking about 1975. No homie, I'm talkin' about The 1975. You know, the one with a singer and a guitar and a drum set. A more recent one. Is that jogging your memory? "Noooiicceeee"-every college frat douche. I'm sorry to all the frat dudes, that was uncalled for. But the it's kind of dark and the backspace button on my laptop is just too far for my sausage fingers. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. If ever you feel like you want to wallow in your pit of despair, whether you have been...

       Disclaimer: The following post may include spoilers for Daddy's Home. It's up to you to keep going or not. I'm not your keeper. So instead of staying home and having a relatively quiet Christmas evening with the family like everyone else is undoubtedly doing, we decided to hit up one of the few places still open, Cinepolis, and catch a movie. Now, I love Will Ferrell. As Buddy the Elf, as President Bush on SNL and especially as Brennan on Step Brothers. He can do no wrong. This is probably where you think, "Oh noooo. He did do wrong!". Well, no. He did right. Again. He's basically a pushover who just wants to be a Dad to his step-kids and all the progress he made has been successfully halted and backtracked with the arrival of Dusty (WTF where do people get these names from? And meanwhile, we're always cracking jokes about names like Laqueesha and Bon Qui Qui) the ex-husband and daddy extraordinaire portrayed by the annoyingly handsome Mar...

Fröhliches Weihnachten, Feliz Navidad, Manuia le Kerisimasi and Merry Christmas! This was it. Our last 2015 holiday as the year quickly wraps up. It was a week well spent with homies, friends and families alike, and one for the books. After a challenging week at work, I relaxed with the Sisterhood with some Chardonnay and Apple Cider (the home girl Titties is on her way to being our resident alcoholic, you go girl), dates (or prunes, we will never know) and walnuts, some cold pizza, a box of tacos (shout out to Kenny G for coming through), awesome gifts (homies Ah-nuh squared hooked everyone up with custom made mugs, so thank you), and though I missed catch-ups with the other homies, Amee, Bee and Dee were there to fill the void nonetheless, and a wonderful hostess that knows how to entertain (our future Martha Stewart-esque party planner: Queen D). And after receiving some kickass presents from the family, we enjoyed a very early Christmas dinner followed suit by a day out...

We are so lacking nowadays. All these talks about #squads and shit means nothing when your team is full of Michaels and Tobys. What we lack are little Dwight Schrutes in our circle of friendship. It's Winter break and I'm now on the third round of watching The Office and revelations and realizations are coming at me left and right. Who I found to be the most annoying character the first time I watched it back in, what 2010?, became absolute #goals for homies. And here's why: 1. He's of German descent. Er spricht Deutsch und das it's über sexy.  2. He's a man of nature. It is kill or be killed and you need someone in your #squad ready to throw down when shit goes down. Despite living on a goddamn beet farm, he is resourceful and comfortable about dealing with dead animals (I.e. Using the dead bird as a can opener).  3. He's gives great advice: "Just as you plant your seed into the ground, I am going to plant my seed in you." You need a #squad motiva...

Courtesy of Read Spirit    Yeah, another movie review. That's what I'm saying.  So today was my last day of finals and celebrations were in order, starting with a guilt-free Amazon video binge. And today I was lucky enough to stumble upon the gem that is The 100 Year Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared. I shit you not, that is the entire title. The synopsis said it was Sweden's most successful movie based on a novel of the same name by Jonas Jonasson. And in honor of my favorite Swede, Alexander Skarsgaard, I gave in. And it was not disappointing. It's got a heavy Forrest Gump vibe, in that the protagonist is involved in all these life defining situations that is unbelievable and yet, painstakingly hopeful as well. The plot revolves around the said 100 year old man, Allan, who bails the retirement home he was forced to live in after blowing up the fox who killed his beloved cat, Molotov, and his chicken. I know, it's great already, isn't ...