Just E This Time...

Normally this would be an EVBNO style post I guess...but it's just me! Yesterday I was determined to get out of the apt. My mom left me a text suggesting I take my bike and go riding at Venice Beach...and that sounded fine...until I remembered beach=humidity. Black girls have this thing where unless they have access to a flat iron, an electrical outlet, and a mirror, they will not let anything happen to their hair. That means no pool, no rain, and especially no humidity. It's like the silent killer, ya'll. So I voted nay on la playa and decided to stay inland instead.

I went to Silverlake (which is actually a really great place if you get past the general superiority vibe and don't mind if people ask you how long it takes for your bangs to grow out or talk to you about music and politics like they're the same thing) and got lunch at Psychobabble Cafe. I was so tempted to take a photo of my meal because it looked and tasted fantastic but I was sort of being stared down, so I didn't. But it was amazing. I had a cheese panini, Caesar salad and mint tea. Gawd, sometimes eating healthy IS good. Who knew, right??

After that, I parked and walked to Berda Paradise. On the way, I got weird, incredulous looks from everyone on the street. I think Rumer Willis is right. I think I dress more like a New Yorker than an Angeleno. Hmmm...anyway I was wearing my Missbehave X Nails Did tee, a pair of black tights, and white flats. Didn't go over so well I suppose.

Anyway, if you don't know what Berda Paradise is, it's this uber amazing thrift store that works in conjunction with the Sunset Free Clinic so the proceeds from what you buy there go to the Clinic! So you can have fun shopping and give someone a free test for Chlamydia! Sharing is caring...So like I was saying, Berda Paradise has just about everything from books, clothing, hats, bags, shoes, records, vintage sunglasses...glass bottles, if that's your thing...I found a skirt and a sweater that were adorable, and then, oh, the records! I got two Petula Clark vinyls, an old Billie Holiday pressing, and a Barbra Streisand record.

Did I ever tell you guys how awesome I think Babs is? I'll do it sometime.

So after that I drove to Sunset Blvd, went to Amoeba Records and found three seasons of Absolutely Fabulous on VHS for only 1.99 each! I pretty much grabbed them all. Oh and then I had to REbuy that fucking badass Justice record since mine was stolen...all in all I spent way too much money.

Annnnd to wrap this ish up, I had to show my ID just to buy a lighter at the 7-11, I got honked at by an ambulance, the dude at the public parking lot ripped me off, I read on the ticker over the Wachovia bank building that the Hadron Collider will be out of service for at least two months, and MIA's on the side of a building.

I can't wait to do it again! Lookout weekend! Sry for the shittastic pictures. It started getting dark by the time I began shooting snaps. Ah well!

Deuces,
Erika

Young People Fucking

I think I'm going to see this today. V and I saw this on the marquee and the title alone sold us, but the movie actually seems really good. Those Canadians....all up in ur theeaterz, makin sex mooviez. Will report back after when I can properly review this piece of cinema!



Deuces,
Erika

//UPDATE//
Young People Fucking is no longer playing in theatres. Or at least not the Sunset 5. Take a brief second to mourn. Luckily, YPF will be out on DVD October 14. I will be buying it. That is all.

Money Over Bitches

Yeah, I didn't actually take this picture.

So last night saw yet another installment of what I'm now going to call E+V's Big Night Out (EVBNO for all you stock analysts). First we headed over to the Third St Promenade in Santa Monica, where we both picked up the newest issue of MissB, which is amazing if you haven't had the pleasure of getting your ProNail-ed hands on it.

While standing in line for the bathroom at Starbucks, we were then hit on/accosted by some guy with a heavy Spanish accent who complemented me about my shirt and then asked me where the Valley was. It was weird. Word. Then a strange twelve year old came up to me and high fived me.

After that, around midnight/ 1am, we headed over to the Sunset Strip where I was completely determined to have some delicious and cheap pizza. Sadly, determination isn't everything, because I never got it. However, we did find a radio station that played all 80s all weekend, so we got to jam out to 80s synth pop dance tunes the entire night.

It was just as we were getting tired-ish and forlorn (though still energetic from the Annie Lennox and Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam), I spotted The Body Shop.

That's right lads and lasses, V and I spent our night in Hollywood at the strip club. And it was awesome. After I got past the sad fact that I couldn't afford to eat after paying the 10.00 cover and the club didn't serve food, I actually enjoyed myself. V and I are sort of obsessed with this one stripper, who after some research, is apparently named Isis. She was/is amazing. First of all, she's got this Mexican vibe going on so she was wearing this cute-ish belly dancer style outfit and the most fucking ridiculous pair of six-inch stilettos that made her immediately earn my and V's respeto. She glided and danced and did a few acrobatic tricks that were super cool.

But for the most part that club is crapsicles on ice. The music skipped, one of the dancers took off her skirt and started "ahem" touching herself. Oh and then one of the girls started dancing to Pat fucking Benatar. Now I can never listen to "Hit Me With Your Best Shot," for more than obvi reasons. Outside the club we got propositioned with an offer to jump into some dude's party bus, but luckily for me I have the best excuse EVER: "Um, sorry, but I have to get home. I live in the Valley." Works like a charm every fucking time.

Um, and then I got a parking ticket, V and I went to In N Out Burger, my roommate was a rude bitch this morning, and the trains don't run on Saturdays. Salud!

Deuces,
Erika

Real World HollyWeird!

Post 4th of July makes me sleepy. No, not sleepy, sluggish. Makes me have Kool-Aid and cookie cake for breakfast. Makes me not want to get dressed. Makes me not give a shit about window mullions (a new post entirely, promise). But it does make me want to watch TV all day.

Lucky for me, MTV is having a Real World: Hollywood marathon in honor of the Wed finale. But while watching twentysomethings with bad hair, judgmental attitudes, and super high bar tabs is not interesting, this marathon ish is in CoralVision! Yay! The meanest, funniest bitch from Real World is being mean and funny to a whole new cast of kids!

It really is hilarious. And more worth watching than MTV's bullshit indie week. (A new post again, promise)

Coral: Joey's roommates are like what a wet paper bra would be for me, i.e. not supportive. Ha!

Deuces,
Erika

Ohai Teddy Geiger: Singer/Actor!

Well, today was a day. It involved some chocolate chip cookies, bad sex, Wikipedia browsing, baby oil, that movie Car Wash, and a dentist appointment. Not in that order. I was feeling really nuh-uh about today but then I came home and saw this...the trailer for the new movie, The Rocker:


Gawd, now I feel soooo much better! Maybe the sex wasn't so bad! Those cookies were AWEsome! My teeth are cleaner! Baby oil smells good!

You can't tell me it's not uber exciting to see Rainn Wilson doing something that lets him be super funny...and one of the main characters! And Jonah Hill is in it! And it's not Superbad! And Teddy Geiger! He's acting (read: not singing!) Yay! I can ogle Teddy Geiger and his major adorability without having to listen to his Dave Matthews Band wannabe music!

Ahhh...

Check HEREZ to see if there's a free screening in your town. Yeah, you have to pretty much sell your soul to get free admission into the screening, but what's one measly soul for the permanent immortalizing of the Geigermeister and the Wilsonator?

All further use of the words "Geigermeister" and/or "Wilsonator" must be hereby accredited to me. Holla.

Deuces,
Erika

The Happening Is NOT Happening

I repeat: The Happening is NOT happening. I made the mistake of going tonight, opening night, to see this movie. I saw the 10:30 showing because the earlier show sold the fuck out before we could even get to the theatre.

Anyway, after standing in the ticket line forever and getting "Umbrella" sung to me by some random dude peddling party fliers and calling me Rihanna (grrrrr), we finally got our tickets for a show that wouldn't start for half an hour so we meandered over to CPK to get some food. While waiting for our takeout, we saw this girl, or maybe woman, anyhow, this chick just sitting all alone at her table. All fucking alone. In a busy, bustling restaurant filled with hearty, friendly banter and waiters laughing with each other and managers flitting around happily. This girl was all alone. Eating her bowl of pasta and trying to distract from the fact that she was by herself by intermittently looking around and checking her cell. My boyfriend and I kept hoping someone would come to her table, whoever she was waiting for, or a friend or her man, but no one came. She had two bowls of pasta and then paid her check and left. It was one of the saddest things I've seen, but I've certainly fucking been there before.

So back to The Happening. OK. Terrible. No, HORRENDOUS. Firstly, it's not scary. Secondly, it's hella gory. And people are dying all over the place. I couldn't handle all the violent innuendo. I was totally doing the peeking through two fingers thing. And the movie goes nowhere. To be fair though, it didn't really start anywhere. I don't want to give away the ending, but this whole thing centers around evil plants, kay? That's why dude threw himself under a lawnmower. 'Cause of a plant. Look, just don't waste your money on this movie.

You'll only be paying for M. Night Shyamalan's summer home in the Poconos.

Deuces,
Erika

PS: Zooey Deschanel, while a gorgeous indie music darling, cannot act for shit. Kthxbai.

Holt Goes To Hollywood

Ohai I got a new layout. Likes? You do?! Thx! I don't know how I feel about it just yet, but if anyone runs across a cute template site, lemme know!

Anyway, after some general boredom, I took my cyber-ass to the Adult Swim website and downloaded their new compilation mixtape, Worldwide Renewal Program. Yeah, you didn't know Adult Swim put music together?

Well now you know! Oh! You just been learned homie!

So on this mixtape is a rapper called Hollywood Holt. He's not from Hollywood btw. He's from Chi-town. I know! I got confused too! I listened to his song, "Hollywood." And fell like so in lurve with it. I went to his website and turns out homeboy has a mixtape of his own, called Holt Goes to Hollywood.

I downloaded it (duh) and ALLZ I can say is mad props to my man! The whole 22 track mixtape is ALMOST flawless except for the fact that he can't seem to get the lead-ins to the next song to gel quite right, but overlooking that, the rap game may have just found a new contender.

Hollywood Holt is ALLZ about mopeds and ain't taking no shit from the "bitches in the parking lot." If he had a cute bitch, he'd throw her on the back of his moped and glide away with his newly acquired eBay treasures.

Dude is cooler than the other side of the pillow. His genius is taking already popular songs and turning them into his own by rapping over the beat, or throwing in a verse of his. ("Throw Some D's On It" became "Throw A Kit On That Bitch", about his moped obvi. "Beat In My Trunk" has samples from that "Cryptonite" song.)

There's even a new My!Gay!Husband! remix of Fiest's "My Moon My Man" with Hollywood Holt. Did I mention Steven Hawking did the intro and outro to this shit?! Damn!

The best songs, hands down, are "Throw a Kit on it," "Rapture," and "Kingdom Come." Whoever produced this ish should be given some kind of award.

Obvi I could go on all day about Hollywood Holt, but I'm sure people read blogs so they don't have to read, so I won't. Just cop that mixtape here, and listen to Hollywood Holt here.

"Throw A Kit"



No biterz!

Deuces,
Erika

Real World Key West x Real World Hollywood

So I was watching a recent episode of Real World: Hellawierd...uh, recently. I saw the usual bunch: over-conceited guy, Bri, Prety Boy Greg, that racist Southern chick, and...those "two dudes", and I noticed that the black "dude" (picture above) was out and about in Hollyhell chatting up some very pretty chick.

Now I watch MTV too much, and I've seen just about every Real World, Road Rules, Real World/Road Rules: Battle of the Sexes, and Real World/Road Rules: The Gauntlet that they've showed on that channel.

So I most DEFINITELY recognized the chick the black "dude" was macking on.

It was Janelle. From Real World: Key West! (*Collective gasp!*) Yeah, weird huh? I guess she lives out in LA now. Huh.

Yep. So huh. Small world.

Deuces,
Erika