Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Confidential to my CAP friends … 

Mostly just to my "C" friends. Please take the time to read this post. Jezebel pleads with you as well: "No, seriously. Just read this in its entirety, from the top. Because if you haven't yet seen this brilliant exchange from David Thorne, you need to. Right now."


Take the seven minutes and do it. My dear, dear copy friends, is this dead-on or what?

My hilarious boss actually sent the link to me with this directive: Take time to read this. I insist you make it part of your work duties for the day.

And we were in production!

Monday, August 16, 2010

Music Monday

So, I'm really kind of into Carrie Underwood's new girl power anthem, "Undo It." Don't, like, try to get all deep and psychological on me, I just really like the song. It kind of caught me off-guard, actually, because I'm not a super big CU fan in the first place, and I definitely haven't loved any of her other power-to-the-women songs. But this one makes me sing even louder than usual in the car … when I'm alone.

Now, this next one? Yeah, it's embarrassing. I don't like this song, but I can't get it out of my head. That's why I'm sharing it with you. Feel free to read into the deeper meaning behind this one, fo' sure.

Sorry about the quality, but come on. Let's think about that for a minute. I did take the time to find the clean version. I have some 7-year-old readers. And a mom.

Disclaimer: I have not downloaded either of these songs. Then again, maybe I'm just waiting on an iTunes gift card for my birthday.

I'm back … with funny stuff

You know you sang this into the mirror last week once upon a time while using your hairbrush as a mic. And now you'll never be able to take yourself seriously again. (Extra credit to my boss for sending this along on a slow Thursday afternoon.)

And, because I never know when to leave well enough alone, here's one of my very favorite songs ever. (Ever!) I've watched it 10 times tonight. (Oh, shutty. It's Monday, and it's raining.) If you don't laugh at this one, you have no soul.

Yeah, no, I wasn't kidding. I really don't know when to stop. But since some of you love to make fun of my genuine love for The Killers, I couldn't leave this one out. Trust me. I could've posted 20 of these. I know. You're welcome.