where the big pesos are.

Nacho: Those guys were a couple of wussies, eh?
Esqueleto: They scalped my hairs, okay? I look hideous. And you gave them permission to hurt me like this.
Nacho: But I couldn't have anybody see my face, Steven. Come on!!!!

Time.

Who else would have the ability to choke up David Letterman?

Tori Amos was the first artist called in to perform as Letterman resumed his show after 9/11. I remember watching, completely dumbfounded, as she gave us this brilliant Tom Waits cover. H o l y h e l l. She's just the greatest thing ever. I'm really glad someone posted this up on youtube.

weak.

reject candies united.

Seeestor Encarnación.

I've decided I'm going to shower my blog every now and then with some random Nacho Libre quotes. They give me the happy giggles; and on days when 3:33pm feels like 5:52 pm, this shit is very necessary.

Señor Ramon: Orphans, smile and be happy. For God has blessed us with a new teacher.
She hails from the Oaxaca Parish Convent
of
the Immaculate
Hearts
Sisters
Ladies
Mountains of Guadalupe.

Sister Encarnación.

Sister Encarnación: Thank you Brother.

four string serenade.

Jake Shimabukuro and his uke!!! Yikes.

mother of god.

deep thoughts.

c/o The Game.

What's the whackest MC name you've ever encountered?
"That would have to be Vanilla Ice. You ever think about what the fuck that means? What the fuck does a piece of vanilla ice look like? What does it taste like? I don't want that shit in my lemonade."
(Inked magazine, July 2008)

play us a mouldy oldy.

This still rules (31 years after it was filmed).

what's this shit about?

I was really hoping I'd still be able to find a Pop Fly ice cream. You know, that chocolate baseball glove thing on a stick; the one one with the big yellow bubble gum in the middle of the glove that was supposed to be the baseball. (Or was it a pink ball? I'm pretty sure it was yellow.)

No such thing anymore. I guess the closest thing now would be Dora's head on a stick. Or Spiderman. Or SpongeBob, if there wasn't a giant black X across him.

Meh.

Today, I'm looking at c's booty.

Leila.

Heather is another designer that works here with me and she totally cracks me up (especially when we talk about her children).

Lin: Are the kids in her class bratty?
Heather: Some of them are, yeah.
Lin: Ha. I remember the famous “No hitting/No pushing” talks in school.
Heather: Ohh I told Leila, man. 'If they hit you, you hit them back; and then you tell the teacher.'

autumn time lullaby.