My new mac book pro arrived!

My new Mac Book Pro is officially here! She traveled all the way from Shanghai, that sassy beast. Look at how beautiful she is. I have been waiting for this moment to come since I read on mac rumors that the new Mac Book Pros were released last Tuesday. An update long overdue, mind you. The last time I bought a mac was December of 2004. That's a LONG time ago, and a long life for a mac. Now it's time for one that will actually house all of my music, allow me to stream videos and instant Netflix online, let me video skype with my niece, and - gasp - edit video and audio!

It's going to be REALLY hard to concentrate at work today.

Lunch of champs!

Meet Lounge.

I'm just going to come out and say this. I'm dating a part-time improvisational lounge singer.

He's Lounge-asaurus Rex. He hosts events, performs at shows, and creeps audiences out far and wide. I first saw him from a distance. I was a shy audience member, dazzled by his chunky, jeweled rings and flaming red collar that stretches for miles. His slicked-back hair and proudly-displayed chest is enough to make any girl blush. His tight pants and female sunglasses elicit some sort of hipster/hippie/night fever combination of terrifying-yet-awesome.

This weekend we were on a 15-hour car trip and he was feeling loungy and I was feeling radio reportery so I whipped out my digital recorder and asked the man, nay, the legend, a few questions. If you're lucky, you might even hear him sing a little ditty for you. But be careful...your ears might bleed from too much sexy.

Listen here.

I'm proud to introduce to you...Lounge-asaurus Rex. The man. The myth. The witty banter machine.

If only I had moves like this.

Will you just look at that one-handed air-keyboard player go?

I read a mind this week!

I was in my improv class on Tuesday and something incredible happened.

We were doing a montage of two-person scenes and my character was upset with my friend Drew's character for standing on her lawn. He was playing a sort of weird, perhaps drunk hobo-type guy. We're working on integrating more specific detail into our scenes so, for example, if you're saying something like "Can't you remember what kind of car you have?" we would say "Can't you remember that you have a yellow Thunderbird GT?". We're also working on naming people and sticking to those names throughout a scene.

I needed a name for my character's family land as her anger for his being on her lawn was heightening, so I quickly racked my brains and came out with this: "How dare you defile the Torkilson estate!" Now, I'm not sure where that name came from because I don't think I've ever heard it before, but before I could even think about it it just came out of my mouth, and I referenced the name a few more times in the scene then we continued with the montage.

After our montage, we all sat down to go through notes with our teacher. He mentioned that he liked the specifics of the names in our lawn scene, and Drew tells us that it was a really weird scene for him because when he entered the scene, he had an image of his friend Bobby Torkilson in his head, and was loosely modeling his character after him. While he was playing his character, he kept thinking "Bobby Torkilson. Bobby Torkilson." and then when I blurted out that last name, he was stunned.

WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How? How? How? How? Why? How?!?! How did that happen!?

Muddy ride into work today.