Alright, so since I can’t stop fiddling with another site, I thought it was time to do a final post here. It’s been swell, Chopstix (or Chopsticks-with-an-x) but I figured that after 3 or so years, it was time to rethink, regroup and re-blog. Whatever that means. All I know is that if there was a year to finally take ownership of your writing and actually be able to post non-Youtube flash videos, 2010 was it!

So please join me over at Hello Moye (or Hell o’ Moye if you hate me) for some more fun. Yes, you. All 3 of you.

And to close this blog out, I leave you with the best scene from Lost ever. EVER.

This has been an ongoing debate among my (male) friends. I don’t want to go into details on what is REALLY about and the different arguments we made to defend our points, since it’s kind of graphic but this video pretty much sums it up.

Does this walrus’ actions make him gay?

This video may get annoying but it makes me happy. There is a little part in me that’s disappointed because the rooster didn’t hack and cough after his doodle ended. Or whatever it’s called.

If anyone cares, I’m trying not to post as much on this because I’ve been “working” on moving everything over to a different site. And by “working” I really mean waiting for B to finish it up. Cause I’m lazy like that. Are you done yet?

Oh, and by the way, don’t forget to pay your tuition. If you’ve already graduated, then don’t forget to pay your rent. It’s due at the beginning of the month. Also, your taxes are due on April 15.

What an awful way to kick off 2010, Brown. I love your institution and I hope my future kids will be accepted, but did you really have to be such a downer to excited students ringing in the New Year? Especially on Facebook? You might as well have added “despite the fact that less than 10% of you will actually get into our school. Oh, and your essay was complete crap.”

Hope y’all are having a good celebration with 2010. B and I are sitting here trying to catch up on 2 seasons of Lost and creating our own drinking game. You take a shot every time the cast exchanges dramatic looks, when their eyes well up with tears, when they run through the jungle, wear a fake beard and eat a mango. I should copyright this.

I was THISCLOSE to proclaiming that I really wanted DJ Hero after watching friends play it (on a special $200 edition with it’s very own stand) but then I remembered that I don’t really like the music and the last thing I need in my life is another game to suck at.

This is what happens when you discover the perfectly polished wooden floors in your mom-in-laws house. New resolution: more videos, less photos.

Does anyone remember Parker Lewis Can’t Lose? This used to be my favorite television show of all time, but I think it only lasted one season and then it disappeared forever. Thank god for YouTube.

I basically spent the morning reminiscing (alone at my desk) about the 1990′s, and after going through all the horrible music, fashion and tv shows, I’m going to have to mark that era as the official “time of my life.” Sure, I didn’t know any boys or had an actual non-dysfunctional social life, but I had fun. It was just me, my group of besties, my CD (and MiniDisc) player, my trips to Tower Records, cable television and my awesome bright blue Jansport backpack.

So in no particular order, I present to you my version of the 90′s. I thought it would be a good way to wrap up the decade because honestly, I can’t really remember anything that happened in the past 10 years.

Hey Dude blows.

Okay, I’ll stop now. Also, sorry for the Smash Mouth.

I stole this from Ernie because it is simply amazing. It’s like watching Paul Newman drink his own lemonade…Wait, he’s dead and it’s not really the same thing. Babe Ruth eating a Babe Ruth? Caesar eating a salad? They’re both dead, too. DAMMIT.

I hardly ever watch ESPN but if they just played SportsCenter commercials all day, I’d be their #1 fan.

Hey Delia*s! I know I’m like two decades older than your target demographic, but I just wanted to let you know that the above is NOT an aspirational look of “Hoodie Hotness”, as stated in your Style Gossip blog. And no, this does not convey a sense of “boyish charm”, as you claim to poor, clueless shoppers.

This is the look you wear when you’re too lazy to actually put on real clothes because you’re not planning to leave the house that day, or when you’re so depressed because some guy rejected you that all you do is sit in front of the TV, cry and eat a pint of Ben & Jerry’s.

No, seriously. SERIOUSLY? Seriously. A gray sweatshirt with blue leggings? Does this hoodie also come with food stains? Are the ugly sneakers mandatory? I only ask because I think some teddy bear slippers would fit better with this “hotness”.

Also, who the HELL decided these were a good idea?? They may be popular in Paris, but not here in the Good Ol’ US of A.

Everyone went crazy over the big rainbow that appeared over Los Angeles last week, but I liked the one I found in Glendale over the weekend. It was a good luck sign because then I went into J. Crew and found exactly what I wanted to buy, in my size AND on sale. Like, totally awesome.