I talk to myself out loud at times.  I’ll carry an entire conversation with myself.  I’ll talk to video game characters by telling them what to do, or where to go, etc.  I’ll muse over thoughts out loud.  I’m perfectly fine with this habit.  In fact, I enjoy it.

Lindsey thinks I’m mental.

I respectfully disagree.

It may seem strange to some that I talk to myself, but if you think about it, everybody does it to some extent.  While it may not be out loud, the simple process of fretting over what to wear, reasoning out a word problem, or thinking about what you want to say to someone, all begin with a conversation in your mind.  I simply enjoy doing it out loud.  It’s fun; it’s entertaining; it’s a blast.  The most amazing thing is that, at times, if you let it get away from conscious control, you can be very surprised by what you hear yourself saying!

-Because I said so (to myself, out loud)

Good morning, world!

I’d like to apologize to our readers (if we have any, which I sincerely doubt) for our recent lack of activity.  We started off strong, followed by two weeks with only two posts.  Today marks the beginning of an attempt to change the trend set by the past two weeks of non-activity.  At least once per day, be it from Lindsey or myself, there will be new content posted to the World of Meh.  There may be days where we miss a post, such as this coming Saturday when we will be in San Francisco all day, but an extra post will be made on Friday or Sunday to make up for the missing day’s minimum.  Hopefully with this consistency set in place, our reader base can grow into a community of people around the world who have nothing to say, but somewhere to say it.

-Because I said so

Metallica came to town on December 13th to play a show with Lamb of God.  The weeks leading up to the concert bombarded Fresno area radio listeners with a plethora (do you even know what a plethora is?!) of advertisements and promos for the upcoming show.  Of these many varied promos, one particular promo shone more brightly than all the rest.  Unfortunately, I have been unable to retrieve a copy of the promo from the radio station it was played on.  A brief description of the promo is all I can manage.

The guys from Metallica got together once to record a generic promo for use in multiple markets, leaving the gaps to be filled in by local station voices, rather than record full promos for each major city they planned to visit on their tour.

Lars:  ”You guys know that any time we plan a tour, the top of our list is….”

Radio voice: “FRESNO, CALIFORNIAAAAA!”

James: “And we’d never miss playing a show in our home away from home…”

Radio voice: “The SAVE MART CEENTEEEEER, FRESNO, CALIFORNIAAAAA!”

Surely, they must have been late to their day jobs, and couldn’t afford the time and effort it would have taken to record city names as well.  What’s that?  They don’t have separate day jobs?  Well, perhaps they were en route to a charity show for cancer kids.  No cancer kids, either?  Well, I’m sure there must have been something more pressing than their fans.  You know; the people who made them what they are.

I hate you guys.

-Because I said so

This past Sunday, Chris and I attended the first Bridal Show of the year. Our main reasons for attending them are to find vendors and to try and win free stuff. Plus, all the cake and food samples are fantastic. When you get there they ask you to go and register for the big prizes they draw for at the end of each fashion show and also for individual drawings at the vendor booths. Sometimes the vendors have their own raffles at their booths as well. Chris and I start off going through each row, checking to see if they are giving away anything, checking to see if they are giving anything cool for free, and then checking to see if they are a food vendor because we love the snackies.

One of the booths that was there was a Mary Kay booth. I’m a Consultant with Mary Kay so obviously I didn’t enter the raffle they had going on. We did stop by to say hello to the girls since we knew them and kept going on our way. The first fashion show started around 11, and since there was going to be another one at 2:30, we caught the end of it to see if we were picked for the big prizes. Some of the stuff they gave away was nice. Diamond earrings, a thousand dollar gift certificate to get your invitations, and a wedding planner. I didn’t win any of that, but then again I never do, so we got up and started to walk around again. We didn’t get through all of the booths so we picked up where we left off.

After the fashion shows is when they pull names for the vendor prizes so after we checked out the other booths we made a second round. You’d be surprised how fast we can move when checking for free stuff. We made it through the entire Convention Center and didn’t see our names on one thing. By then it was about time for the second fashion show so we decided to see more of this one to get ideas for the tuxes and bridesmaids gowns.

They really aren’t that exciting to be honest. The female models came walking out like they couldn’t care less, the male models always have to show off like they are God’s gift to women, and the kid models are so shell shocked from all of the lights that they sometimes don’t want to come out. Once the torture was over they started the second drawing. This time it was for a free tux for the groom to keep that would be tailored to him with a certificate for bridal dress preservation, a bridal gown worth $1,000, 28 bottles of personalized wine that you help make, and a free rehearsal dinner. Needless to say we didn’t win any of that stuff either. The girl who was picked to win the dress sounded like she could give a shit. Just in case I would have won, I put my Sidekick in Chris’s lap instead of having it in my hand so that I wouldn’t accidentally throw it or drop it in a stupor.

Then we started our second round to see if we were pulled. We had went through almost all of them before stopping at the Mary Kay booth. When we got there, the ladies asked if I had won anything. Chris and I mumbled out “no.” It was apparent that we were pretty bummed because we could have really used some of that stuff. Then Chris had to be a smart ass and say, “Watch you win at the Mary Kay booth and nowhere else.” We did get a laugh about it, but at the same time we knew that if it happened we wouldn’t really find it all that funny.

Just before we were going to go to another booth and check out their raffle this lady who worked for the show came walking by with the winner for the Mary Kay booth. Of course, guess whose name was on it? MINE! I don’t remember if I laughed or not but everybody else did. My Director told the woman that I can’t win the prize because I work for the company so she said that she was going to check and see if I could be switched for something else at another booth since she still had many more names to hand out.

Instead of waiting there, Chris and I checked out the rest of the booths and then came back. I asked if they would allow the switch and they wouldn’t. What assholes! We weren’t asking for anything major. What good am I going to do with gift cards? I get 50% off everything and since I sell it, I can’t use the gift cards. They are pieces of plastic to me. The girls felt bad so they still gave me the gift cards to use at later appointments or for my clients and were so kind to throw in $20 bucks. The $20 bucks cheered me up but of all the booths to win at, it just had to happen there.

Once we left the Bridal Show and walked back to the car, Chris brought up how we should get a treat so we went to Starbucks and got our drinks. Two Venti Passion Iced Teas with 6 pumps of Raspberry syrup, and the Sunday paper.

This Sunday is another show and there will be another Mary Kay booth there but we aren’t going to it. I can escape the clutches of irony! You won’t get me this Sunday you cruel, cruel bastard!

It’s OK though because there will be more in August so I will have more chances to get disappointed and screwed over. Yay for the Universe!

- She Who Has The Last Word

The Crow was an amazing movie. This would also be the last role for Brandon Lee. Unlike most other comic book movies this one stayed true to it’s original form. It was dark and gritty, the soundtrack was fantastic, and it really sucked the viewer into it’s world. I remember seeing it the second day it came out in theatres. I was in 7th grade at the time and I was in awe throughout the entire film, until the end when I was in “awww.” The final scenes with Eric at Shelly’s grave completely destroyed me. Not only did I cry in my seat, bawling like a baby with my Mom laughing at me since she was sitting right next to me, but I cried throughout the entire lobby, through the parking lot, and during the entire ride back home. I was so deeply scarred by that movie that I would continue to cry even during later viewings of the movie.

The Crow has always been one of my favorite movies and it will probably remain one of them. I even made the stupid mistake of watching the sequels, abominations though they were. I will admit that the second one wasn’t as bad as part three, but it paled in comparison to the original.

On New Years Day, Chris and I had people over for brunch. One of our guests was a friend named Amanda. I can’t remember how we got on the topic of The Crow but I believe it got started when Amanda saw the movie on our shelf. A remark was made on how she recently saw the movie and I started waving my fangirl flag in shock that it had taken her this long to see it. Nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “I saw the second one a long time ago and I liked it better,” she said.

Amanda had seen the sequel years before seeing the original and for some reason, unknown to me and the rest of the world, she liked it better. She thought it was fucking fantastic compared to the first. I thought I had lost my damn mind hearing that statement. Chris and I proceeded to ask her as to why she felt that way. Her reasons were because of the plot and because she thought the main actor was better. I even recall her telling me that she thought Vincent Perez was hot and sexy. I guess that validates her reasons…NOT. Brandon Lee was hot and sexy!

I personally thought the plot in the sequel was ass, and Vincent Perez came nowhere close to Brandon Lee. The only cool parts in City of Angels were the little red angel wing tattoos on Mia Kirshners back, Iggy Pop, Thuy Trang who was the original Yellow Ranger, and the appearance of Deftones in the Dia De Los Muertos parade.

The soundtrack didn’t have nearly as many good songs, with a prime example being that Hole was included, and the villain wasn’t even scary. In fact, I don’t even remember the villain. That’s how ass this movie was and still is.

I adore Amanda, I really do, but after hearing that blasphemy in my apartment I didn’t want to give her any of my tasty bacon I had finished cooking. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. How could somebody who has even minimal intelligence prefer anything but the original?

This my friends shall be one of those great questions in life that shall forever be unanswered, along with why people prefer creamy over chunky when selecting peanut butter.

- She Who Has The Last Word

Over the past few months, Lindsey and I have visited four bridal shows.  For those who haven’t attended a bridal show before, they are extremely useful if you are planning your own wedding.  As you walk around, you make contacts with a variety of vendors for a variety of services.  There are also many, many prizes and gifts to be won.  A few of these prizes are awarded by the show host during a bridal fashion show.  However, to win, you must be present to hear your name called out.  With this in mind, allow me to tell you a story that, if you enjoy Depeche Mode, will deeply upset you as it has deeply upset us.

As we sit in this large convention center room near the tail end of the bridal fashion show, I begin to hear the introductory beats of Depeche Mode’s “Personal Jesus”.  ”Finally,” I exclaim internally, “some music I can really enjoy!”  Alas, it was not to be.  Where I expected to hear Dave Gahan’s dulcet tones informing me of my own Personal Jesus, I was instead exposed to Hilary Duff’s wail.  Imagine my distress and anguish!  To top it off, where she did attempt to follow Dave’s lyrics, she failed miserably!  For example, while Dave entreats the listener to “Reach out and touch faith”, Hilary requests something altogether more risque with her posed question of “Reach out and touch me.”

Dave Gahan must be rolling in his grave.

What?  Oh.  I must have been thinking about Michael Hutchence.  Well, after what the rest of INXS did with VH1 and that reality contest show to replace him, I’m sure Michael is rolling in his grave anyway.

For all of you masochists out there, here’s a link to Project Playlist with the search string set.

http://searchbeta.playlist.com/tracks#hilary%20duff%20reach%20out

Enjoy?

-Because I said so

Well tonight Chris and I had our first MehCast and it was fantastic. We started off a bit slow due to a lag at first and some people experiencing technical difficulties but once things started rockin’ everybody had a fun time. Having a chat room along with the live video is really helpful because it allows us to interact with our viewers and get some much appreciated feedback. Some of my fellow Tweeples came and showed their support. While they weren’t all able to stay for the full thing, something was definitely better than nothing and we enjoyed them.

After Chris and I introduced ourselves, we paid our respects to the Travolta family. Today their 16 year old son Jett was found on the bathroom floor at their vacation home in the Bahamas and passed away on the way to the hospital. Obviously John isn’t going to see our MehCast but it is still something that we felt necessary. Once that was finished our Q&A portion got started. Some of the guys submitted really great questions that allowed us to really get personal and got the chat room going. Then we started just going on about stuff. I discussed the Imperial March ringtone of doom and Chris went a bit more into detail about our recycling adventures.

Some of the fun things we touched on were movies and music. Surprisingly one of the guys hasn’t seen The Dark Knight yet. It came as a shock to all of us since that movie was so amazing. Video games were also discussed, especially the Star Wars ones. It was nice being able to talk with people who shared similar interests. It made it a lot easier rather than trying to force conversation with a bunch of strangers. At times it felt as if they were in the room with us and we didn’t have a camera on a tripod glaring at us which made our part of the MehCast a breeze. We are really looking forward to doing next weeks episode and I personally can’t wait. I think I might go and do some spur of the moment chats or record some videos for YouTube in the mean time.

As of right now we are planning on airing our episodes once a week on Fridays. They will always be at 7 PM PST but their length will probably vary. If we would have had more people in the room tonight we could have easily gone longer than we did but 86 minutes sure isn’t bad for the first time. The great thing about UStream is that we can also have it record at the same time so our viewers who might be unable to make it due to work or other plans can still watch whenever they can.

Before I wrap this blog up, I would like to say thanks to a couple of guys. One is our Canadian friend @slabbe from Twitter. He has really helped Chris and I a lot over these past couple of days with World of Meh and we greatly appreciate it. It was through him that I found out about UStream and he also was so kind to design our logo. On Twitter he even twitted about the show for us and on his personal blogsite, which is under construction right now, he has a direct link to our site with our blogsite icon. Once his site is finished we will be sure to provide you readers a link so that you can check him out. @Philflipsnor (from Twitter) helped us out with some great questions and by also suggesting Podcasts on iTunes. Finally, @roomerholmes (from Twitter as well) submitted a question to help us get the ball rolling. All three of these guys were a part of the first show and chat so thank you all so much for being a part of something so special to Chris and I. I hope that you guys can always make it because we had a great time.

Next week, we have no idea what our episode will be about so input is always welcome. You can either leave your ideas in a comment, in a Direct Message through my Twitter, in a Private Message either of our Myspaces or by email. My email is lindsey@worldofmeh.com and you can reach Chris at chris@worldofmeh.com.

If you haven’t bookmarked us, please do so as we try to blog at least a few times a day and be sure to bookmark our UStream channel that can be found at http://ustream.tv/channel/world-of-meh.

Episode discussion at:

http://worldofmeh.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=6

- She Who Has The Last Word

It all started yesterday when Chris was messing around with his iPhone. I bought it for him back in February of last year, and shortly after he jailbroke it. Once the 2.0 software upgrade came out, he upgraded but didn’t jailbreak it again until last night. He then started adding random ringtones since the default ones are terrible. He was getting a laugh out of the Star Wars tones so he put on a Chewbacca tone and went to the bathroom. While he was there I heard his phone going ape shit and it sounded like a disgruntled boar. Over and over, for about 20 seconds, I had to suffer through short and rather loud barks courtesy of the notorious furry Wookie. When it first started it scared the shit out of me and I yelled out at Chris that he needs to change it. Last thing I need is for his phone to go off while we are sleeping because I will probably have a massive heart attack. Since he couldn’t hear me due to the fan in the bathroom, I opened the door a crack and told him that it needs to be changed. When he got out he changed it but I had no idea what he had selected until 10 this morning.

In a pretty damn good sleep, I was having this dream about Chris and I. We were in our apartment, which looked a bit different, and he was telling me how he was going to let some guy borrow some of my video games. If anybody knows me in real life they know that my games are my babies. You don’t LET people borrow them without asking me first unless you want to feel the pain. In my dream I remember going off on Chris telling him that he had no right letting some dude borrow my stuff and that he better go and tell him that he can’t touch anything of mine. Dream Chris got pissy with me and left. When I walked into our bedroom I saw a guy that I thought was Chris and he had a plastic bag in his hand that he was filling with games and controllers. I started bitching him out thinking that he was Chris reinforcing feelings on the issue. The guy turned to look at me and it wasn’t Chris. It was the guy who was going to “borrow” my stuff. I looked in the bag and it was filled with a crap load of stuff: NES and Genesis games, a Genesis console, controllers etc. I couldn’t believe it because some of that stuff was hard to find and rather pricey. I snatched the bag from him and told him to get out of the apartment. I put my stuff down and left to go and look for Chris. While I was walking around I felt a buzz in my pocket and it was Chris’ iPhone. I have no idea how it got there but I pulled it out of my pocket and the shady man was the one calling him. Last thing I remember is holding the phone in my left hand while pressing on the screen to answer it with my right index finger but it wasn’t working. Then, in real life, I got a massive scare.

Rather loudly did the Imperial March from Star Wars start up. Somebody was calling Chris’ phone and I wanted to sit up in a panic because of how terrifying it was. I had been playing a large amount of Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, going to the dark side of course, so hearing the Imperial March made me feel as if I was being called into battle. Once I realized that it was only his phone and not my cue to force lightning somebody I tried to fall back asleep but felt my heart wanting to jump out of my chest.

Eventually I did fall back asleep and overslept, but I have never been so scared from a ringtone in all my life.

- She Who Has The Last Word

We woke up this morning around 12:30pm and, as usual, started telling each other about our dreams.  Lindsey usually fully remembers her dreams, while I usually don’t remember much, or anything at all.  Sometimes, however, she’ll say something that reminds me about a part of my dream, as was the case this morning.

The location was my uncle’s house.  However, the feel was medieval.  My mission was to sneak into the house, for reasons I no longer remember.  In order to achieve this, I was scavenging armor and weaponry from the front lawn.  The only problem was that each time I tried to sneak in, my dog, Donnie (who for reasons unknown was at my uncle’s house), would run out barking, bringing strangers out from the house to find the reason.  I would run each time and hide before they saw me.  After a few times, I eventually ran farther down the street and hid behind a wood fence.  Donnie kept running at me, with the strangers following, so I tossed a tennis ball the other way.  The strangers got confused, and went back into the house, and Donnie came up to me behind the fence to start playing and licking me.  Suddenly, Donnie turned into Lindsey, and we started making out.  The location changed to a bed with a kind of shelf headboard.  I pulled a condom from the top of the shelf (which, in the dream, was not a condom, but a bottle cap like from a Snapple bottle), but we realized that when I turned into Donnie, it wouldn’t fit for the activity to come.

What the fuck?

-Because I said so

The first episode of the World of Meh “MehCast” will air this evening at 7:00pm PST (GMT -8), live via UStream.TV.  We will be covering a variety of topics, as well as a Q&A portion.  Tune in shortly before we start to make sure you get it all!

http://www.ustream.tv/channel/world-of-meh

-Because I said so