What about Brian?

Is anyone else sick of the ads for this crappy-ass new tv drama, "What About Brian?"

What about him? He sounds annoying.
Brian sucks. BOOOOOOOOOO!

However, I stumbled upon the new "Bachelor in Rome" this evening. Generally I've avoided the Bachelor series (I didn't even know it was still on). I used to not be able to watch the show, because it was hard to watch these women humilate themselves.

So I don't know if it's that I've gotten more cantankerous in my 30s, or whether they've just cast really dopey young women who seem to be asking for embarrassment. I like to think it's the latter, but it's hard to tell. I guess the prince is cute, but that's really not even the high point of the show. The show has an excellent schadenfreude factor. I also find it interesting that they cast a good portion of Texans.

(Not that I am saying anything bad about Texans. I have very charming Texan cousins and I love that they use "y'all." In fact, my ex used to make fun of me for slipping into a faux-southern accent just for fun. Maybe it was more of just a So-Cal drawl. Anyway, what I've seen of Austin seems very nice.)

In this single episode of "Bachelor in Rome," the following happened:

• A Paris Hiltonesque socialite (but not as hot) gets all in a huff with the show's host, because she is in disbelief that there are no housecleaning maids. He basically tells her that she'll have to deal and hope that it's all worth it for the prince. She says, "You mean I'm going to hire one of the other girls to clean?"


• There is an Italian bachelorette who can barely speak English. This so-called Italian prince can't speak Italian at all. She kisses him anyway, so he gives her a rose.


• One bachelorette very confidently shares her very scheduled future with, "I'll get married in one year and have kids in two." BTW, I think this is only the second episode of the show.


• One bachelorette gets so drunk on the beach, she passes out while standing in mid-interview and lands on the lighting equipment. Later she wakes up, unable to speak without slipping into gibberish and mistakes the Prince for the waiter.

(If you missed this episode, it re-airs on Oct. 16! Thanks, Yahoo! TV!)

All this, amongst constant jealousy among the ladies. I can't relate to this sort of frantic jealousy and competition over one guy at all, and I guess that's the other reason I find it so fascinating.

This may be my new guilty pleasure, now that I am missing out on MTV.

Pants.

no pants
Originally uploaded by milkweed701.

Today, I got an email giving me the option to offer up my waist size, given that it is between 28 and 36.

Apparently a certain boss... wants to order team pants. Usually we do team shirts. So now we may get team pants ...but only if we want them.

But the pants to be ordered only come in sizes from 28-36. He wants to gather sizes of interested parties, because pant orders require a lot of advance notice. That is all the info we are getting about the pants.

I hear the Brits use "pants" as a curse word. I kinda get that now.

Qué Onda, Yahoo!?

Jammin
Originally uploaded by Maximum Mitch.

I kid you not, there was a surprise concert for us, outside the offices last Friday night, by one of my favorite musicians, BECK!

Despite his casual demeanor, Beck always puts on an outstanding show, filled with musical improv, high energy, humor, dance, and theatrics. I have seen him perform several times over the years; once in Santa Monica, once in Silicon Valley, once in San Francisco, and more recently in Santa Cruz.

Beck is a hacker of music, and so he was just the right kind of surprise rock star to delight the hacker guests of Yahoo! As I watched the show, I hoped he would play my favorite tune, "Debra," which he skipped at the Santa Cruz show. Shortly after I told my coworker/friend KT this, he started singing, "I wanna step to you... with a fresh pack of gum..." and I screamed with excitement.

This year, his tour includes a troupe of puppeteers, mimicking the enthusiastic live band. On top of that, at this concert, he decided to improvise a mix of "Hell Yes" with beats from David Bowie's "Fame" and Prince's "Kiss," which then even segue-wayed into a brief cover of JT's awesome new song, "SexyBack."

And just when you thought the fun had to come to an end, he gave Yahoos the treat of a puppet-show movie that took place at the Yahoo campus. Plus he threw in a banjo sample and a rap number performed in bear costumes.

Here's a brief cut of the concert in case you missed it.

This reminds me of the day (some years ago) that my coworkers delivered me a huge basket full of Hello Kitty gifts as a thank you. At that moment, I thought, "Man, my ex-boyfriends never got me gifts that were this cool and thoughtful," and "Wow. I can never leave Yahoo!"

See my shoe on display at SFMoMA.

Keep up, dude!
Originally uploaded by misocrazy.

Find out why:

- At the U.N. Plaza, I tried to trade granola bars and dried fruit for somebody's dreadlock, but ended up having to pay him about $2.50 to get it.

- A film crew was chasing Tatertot and me around San Francisco.

- Tatertot was chasing a couple people, dressed as a horse, inside Golden Gate park.

- Alan sculpted rabbit poop out of brown clay.

- A friend, in desperation, used a piece of his booger to pose as a scab.

- Tatertot painted just two of her nails red.

- Arshad's car ran out of gas at the corner of 6th street and Mission Street, quite possibly the sketchiest part of San Francisco.

- A friend paid $26 (half-off!) for a "love paddle."

- People were frantically carrying bed mattresses and toilets to the SFMoMA at 6:30pm last Saturday.

- A cupcake I decorated, my old monkey sneakers, and a bar of soap I carved into a fish are showing at the SFMoMA (tomorrow, Tuesday is the last day to see it!).