Sprizee :: A simple girl replete with complications

You Don't Know Me

I stumbled on this Ben Folds and Regina Spektor song a couple days ago and I can't get it out of my head. I don't want to get it out of my head. I just want to keep listening to it on repeat. All day long. Okay, so that might have something to do with the fact that I've gone over my limit this month on Pandora and don't have a single mp3 saved on my work box. 

I can't just sit at work and listen to the phones ring or the sales guy who mumbles to himself all day grumble and sigh. Oh, and he sighs A LOT. LOUDLY. Not that I notice or anything. Which is why headphones are my friend. Also, that song is catchy, bouncy and fun. While also sad, depressing and with a minor case of the swears. And also, Ben's right. The repetition is good. So good.

I also can't sit at work and listen to it without tapping my toes. I know. Cringe. Which reminds me this would be good on a new running playlist. I mean not that I'll actually get around to running. But maybe I'll get around to finishing that playlist I started called Treadmill Fuel. I mean, I could call it a mixed tape, but let's get real, it's not on tape and mixed tape is now officially too hipster. Thanks DeTore! [shakes fist]

P.S. The rehearsal version from the Conan O'Brien Show back in 2008 is way better than this sterilized studio recording. I will accept no substitute. Neither should you.

New Michael Sera documentary...or movie?

I can't tell if Paper Heart is just a movie made to look like a documentary or an actual documentary? Either way, it looks cute. Of course, like everything else on my blog these days TBTL is involved. I emailed them last week and suggested that perhaps TBTL is Mystery Solvers could solve this mystery for me. They just emailed me back saying they were "on it" and had already requested interviews. Now, I'm not sure if that means they were already on it before I piped up, or if they're on it because I piped up. Either way, rad.

P.S. Fun factoid: All of the music featured in the Paper Heart trailer was composed by Michael Cera and Charlyne Yi. How do I know this? Twitter, of course.

WWKD?

Snacks for TBTL!, originally uploaded by sprizee.

I was on TBTL again last night. This time representing my Kateness and opening up my shame-ber. What's a shame-ber? This. Mine happens to involve a tent, makeup and misrepresenting myself via Flickr. I'd remove the tag now, but I feel like that would make me more of lying liar then I already am. What's that? You don't know what the hell I'm talking about? Oh, right.

And boom goes the dynamite.

I was on TBTL last night (LIVE! IN STUDIO!) to defend Twitter and I dragged my friend Neilson (and some Bailey's) along to assist. There goes my 15 minutes of fame. Although technically I think it was closer to 18 minutes. Which means I owe fame 3 minutes back. Tell you what. How about no one comment on this post and we'll call it even. Good? Good.

Yes, Luke is just as awesome in person. Yes, Jen is just as adorable and nice as she seems. Yes, I really did bring them all mini bottles of Bailey's. I thought it was only appropriate seeing as how I downed one minutes before I headed to the TBTL studio. 

Sean gracious accepted his. Jean graciously accepted hers. And Luke? When I mentioned that I was feeling the pressure, he cracked his open and then split it with me seconds before this happened. Then we chatted about Twitter, Care Bears™ and iPhones. Oh, and stuffed animals in skill crane machines humping. 

And that happened.

TBTL, that's the way I like it.

So, okay. I can admit it. I'm sort of obessed with something right now. It's called TBTL. Short for Too Beautiful To Live. It's a local radio show in Seattle. But because they also podcast the show it has a much wider audience. Why am I so obsessed? It's funny, interesting, just generally delightful and it makes the bus ride to work each morning so much more enjoyable. 

In fact, I didn't even realize just how much more enjoyable until I noticed I was smirking while listening via my iPod shuffle so much that I found myself constantly biting my lip to stop from laughing. Hello, crazy person. Still, small price to pay. 

In any event, perhaps you're not interested in a local radio show. Sure, I can see where you're coming from. I'm not a huge radio fan myself. Although that's mostly because most radio (except NPR) bores me with their stupid, loud sound effects and their hot button debating. However, could you perhaps be interested in stories about Hot Cheetos as contraband in public elementary schools? If so, TBTL is definately for you. Because Mr. Luke Burbank, host of TBTL, use to work for NPR, and his head is full of wonderful stories.

So just in case you're interested the TBTL podcast can be found right here. What's that? You're not interested? That's fine. But just know that I no longer like you.