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I returned to cheese yesterday. I had an italian herbs and cheese sub with provolone on it. Then I had nachos. I feel like I'm going to die. I threw up at 6am and have been tossing and turning on the couch and in my bed all day. My legs hurt a lot too, though I think that's from lack of use.

I feel like this:

I got a new battery for my computer at the Mac store today. I used the "Photobooth" program on an iMac and got this...

To prevent my brother from having another party while our parents were in Ireland, I had some people at my parents' house to watch the season (series?) finale of Arrested Development. As I haven't had much to write about lately (I have a forthcoming post about what technology I'd like to see in a car console), here are pictures.

Seth and George debate the portraits made of them and if they're just the same drawing or if George's pin makes a difference.

Papa Bear's caught with his hand in the honey pot.

I made these McCain Smiles (fried, breaded mashed potatoes shaped like smiley faces) and was not pleased. They were frowning in my stomach. Mark liked them, though.

My parents' toilet is a friendly little guy.

I am dumb.

I'm so bad with money. I reinstated my savings account yesterday to start, well, saving. And, I've finally worked out a budget.

Last night at The DAAC Edie Sedgwick was pretty great. I'm trying to think how best to describe the show. He dressed in drag as Sedgwick and read some great haiku.

Scarlett Johansson

What if an actress
wasn't as good at acting
as some thought she was?

And sang songs about celebrities with a backdrop of videos (some of which can be found here) of edited clips from movies or other footage of the celebrity. I liked the 'Robert Downey Jr.' song featuring video of him falling down and getting helped up to the lyrics, "Relapse! Recovery!" 'Arnold Schwarzenneger' was good and can be found on his myspace page.

A foreign-born prince to be.
A performance-enhanced techonolgy.
The girlie-men keep us apprised
of the alpha-male's meteoric rise.
Will he dare "pump us up" if
we aren't made of stronger stuff?

During all this, however, there were a group of a-holes who insisted on talking between songs (forgetting that Sedgwick is a performance artist, not just a musician changing instruments between songs), throwing shit at each other across the venue and just overall being obnoxious.

The band before Sedgwick, The Casionauts, participated in this ruckus too! They opened for Sedgwick and couldn't show any respect, allowing their friends (namely an annoying girl who put stickers on people, blew bubbles, talked throughout the whole show, laughed so others could hear her and kept hitting her friends with her hips, causing collisions) to be complete jerks.

The Casionauts performance was a sign of things to come. The guitarist was this tool who kept playing the guitar behind his back, dancing around as if he were Jagger, or in the Hives or Hot Hot Heat. It wasn't even when he took off his shirt that I got really angry. It was when the fucker stood in front of the stage, blocking his bandmates, and played all showy, acting like he was the band.

Proof!

What an angry week we're having.

I missed the bus. Just barely. I waved at the guy as he turned the corner and he ignored me. I've put up with his stupid stories to other passengers about how you can find your way out of a forest and how "the people" in New Orleans were taking TVs and beer when what they should have been using were compasses. I've put up with his drumming on the ticket taker device while stopped at Jefferson & Fulton. And he couldn't help me.

So, I'll share this.

On Sunday I filmed a skit for Pseudo where I was a clown who killed someone. Many said I looked like Ziggy Stardust.

While we were doing this, I told Alex how I've always wanted to see a clown vomiting. I just think that might be funny. I find puking funny for some reason. So I bought some soup and we went to the bathroom.

And made a short movie.

While shopping at Meijer with Mark, I bought a few unnecessary things. I've wanted it for a while, so I finally got the Philips Intelliclean toothbrush. Brushing my teeth has never tickled so much or left me feeling so great!

(look at that thing! it gives my teeth loving, sloppy kisses!)

I also got, on Mark's insistence, the Neutrogena Microdermabrasion system (marketed to women, I'm sure there aren't any other uses for the vibrating tool). I can feel my skin dying and being reborn!