Thursday, April 28, 2005

Sing! Sing a Song!

I'm writing a new song:

I want to win the lottery and quit my job
tell everyone at work to shove it

La di da di da
I'm a lotto winner and you're not
you still have to work for a living
-end chorus-
Catchy, Yes?

And to think, it is only 8:10 am.

Monday, April 25, 2005

The Blogsphere Grows By One

My dear friend Bryan (with a "y"), has started his own blog (who hasn't, really?) If you have some time, why don't you let him take a seat.


Drive By Movie Review: Kung Fu Hustle

I left work early on Friday (shhhh! don't tell)and called a friend to see what was going on. He told me he wanted to go see Kung Fu Hustle. And so, I did just that.

Here you go:

I am disturbed with the film's negative portrayal of frogs.
I always had a feeling traditional Chinese music could kill.

Hope this helps,


Friday, April 22, 2005

Everybody Has a Secret

What's yoursecret?

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Drive By Movie Review: Sin City

I am adding a new feature to Try Not To Panic, dear…reader, the Drive By Movie Review.

This new feature of TNTP may take many different forms and lengths depending on the movie I have seen (I feel I should also tell you that I cannot, in any way, vouch for the timeliness of any of the reviews.) Take for example today’s review of Sin City. I realize this movie has been in theaters for a few weeks now, but whatever.

Anyway, here is my review of Sin City:

It’s not an awful film, but it’s not a very good film either.

I hope this helps when you decide to shell out $10 for a movie.


Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Who do I have to Wonk to get linked around here

It has come to my attention that the only reason to blog is to have Wonkette link to my blog (toby has had it done twice in as many weeks. WTF?) It seems the best way to get linked (ooh, nasty!)by Wonkette, is to talk about sex and some small political scandal. So, without further ado:


I'm ready for link-up, Mrs. Cox. Oooh, I said Cox. Heh!

Hi, my name is Michael and I pimp my blog


This entry in no way has anything to with the fact my job is ridiculous and that my attempts at actual work causes me to roll my eyes.

Monday, April 04, 2005

I Do What I Can

Went to the Banana Republic Flagship Store during lunch with a coworker today to browse. I was there with said coworker looking at the reasonably priced T-shirts ($55) when a young girl with a camera approaches the two of us. Now, I am used to people approaching me with cameras, it seems people can’t help themselves. She asked us if we would do some modeling for her and her friends.

“My friends and me, we are working on a Marketing Project for The Academy of Art University and we were wondering if you two would model some clothe for us.”

I was, of course, worried that my current agency would frown on doing pro-bono work, but I thought this was for the betterment of humankind and lowered self esteems everywhere; if I can help launch the next wave of marketing professionals that will create bigger and better ways of making you all feel inadequate about your bodies and yourselves, I’ll do it! I’m a giver that way.

I told her I would be happy to model for her and her friends. My coworker friend declined. I think he was nervous his employer would frown upon doing work outside of his contract. I can understand that.

The young girl said I could pick out an outfit I liked and go into the changing room, they would be waiting outside for me. Well, I said I would let her choose my outfit – I felt if they were going to be marketing professionals they needed to learn that the Model never chooses his own clothes (we have stylists and designers for that. Duh!) When I asked for some Champagne, I was shocked, nay, horrified, to learn they did not have any with them, but, I reminded myself that they are young and didn't know any better. I felt it was necessary to give these young girls the benefit of my knowledge of the fashion industry and, in so doing, help them in the pursuit of this most respected of career choices, the Marketing Professional.

After the girls had found the clothes they wanted me to wear, I entered the “changing room” and changed into the outfit they had provided. Not a bad choice of shirt and slacks, but, then again, everything looks good on me, if I may be so modest.

As I exited the changing room, the girls were waiting for me in the foyer. They instructed me to step in front of the mirror and act as if I was checking the fit of the garment I was wearing. This was certainly something I could do as I am looking at myself in the mirror all the time. As I was checking the fit of the slacks around my buttocks, I was asked if I would wear one more item, a black pullover, I obliged. Again, I looked great, of course. As I was posing, the young girl taking the photos said, “Wow, you’re posing just like a real model!” I just smiled and winked at her. Ahh, the little people. So quaint.

After a few photos were taken, the girls thanked me profusely for my help. They said I had made their day and their assignment. I said, “of course I have.” As the girls walked off, I felt a sense of well being, warm with the knowledge I had helped the, clearly, less fortunate. For, if I must use my beauty, let it be used in the pursuit of better marketing strategies so people can know that it is the beautiful people of the world that make life worth living; I am so proud to be able to help with this in my own humble way.

Sunday, April 03, 2005

By Any Other Name

I was at The Cove Cafe for breakfast this morning when I overheard a couple of the waitstaff talking about the Castro. One of them referred to the Castro as the Disastro! I almost spit my food out laughing.