23 for 23

May 31, 2008 at 3:09 am | Filed under 23 for 23, mr wonderful, the helga manual

“Bartender, pour me a Helga. Dirty, shaken, and slightly Webered.”

And so started my ascent into a Helgaholic addiction with no hope for a cure. Who’d have thunk that deceptive mix of moonshine and honey could knock me off my feet in 300 words or less? It kinda sneaks up on you while you’re trying to figure out what the aftertaste is: Subtly sweet, slightly bitter, and burns the back of your throat a bit before the heady essence kicks in and takes you for the ride of your life.

Somehow that set the tone for our unlikely relationship, one that started with the statement, “I’m a fan.”* Me attempting to figure out what makes the Helga tick (perhaps in the hopes that knowing my enemy will help me conquer it), and her, effortlessly eluding definition, every step of the way. Before long I’d fallen into the Helga Trap.

How does one even classify such a creature?

The Good…
Helga writes with an unapologetic style that, for lack of a better superlative, can only be called brilliant. Her ability to find lulz in the most mundane things coupled with her wondrous command of the English language (injected with her own patented brand of self deprecating humor) have given a great many of us the kind of hard to suppress, physically manifesting mirth that can embarrass you had you been perusing her blog at Starbucks. Alone. (No, that wasn’t me, really.) It was first that innate sense of literary comedic timing that sucked me in, and because Helga is somehow able to port that perfectly into real life outside of the inurnets, has kept me captivated till now. Every hour spent with her is like a minute reading her entries, at times immersing you in self analysis as her sarcasm bites and takes hold, or just making you laugh out loud at the funnies she can seemingly conjure out of thin air.

The Bad…
What you see on here is the real deal, only I have it better than almost anybody else - I can kiss it. I’ve been trapped since the day she unabashedly held me over the railings of her lifestyle and with an evil grin promptly let me go, to see if I would sink or swim. And swim I did; an awkward dog paddle at first while I acclimated my stomach (and alcohol tolerance) to the questionable fare of her late night carousing with the spirits, to the more confident (yet still shaky) breaststroke that surprised even her closest friends who considered me a lost cause. Just to confess to you now Duckie, I cheated; it was mostly ice…and mostly Coke. And I only did that to be sober enough to help you find religion on your bed.

The Baddest…
She’s not without her contradictions. When she frolics with the demon T’Anduay and his erstwhile sidekick, K’ok, (jointly known as the sneaky inebriator duo, Rumcola), no doubt Helga rawks out with the best of them. I’ve also seen her unknowingly becoming the center of attention in a bar full of women trying to be just that; a beautifully giddy, funny, and incredibly indifferent foil to their vain attempts. But what truly sets her apart by a wide margin (besides lips surely drawn from one of Michelangelo’s wet dreams), are the random bursts of brilliance that rival her crappy cam’s pathetic excuse for a flash. The Helga I’ve come to know brings out the best in others, deftly extracting wit out of alcohol hazes and ingeniously infusing a routine night out with memories worth remembering. What’s even crazier is, she doesn’t even try.

And as it goes, she’s brought out the best in me. I’ve come to find that our humor runs along the same twisted path, ranging from the pathetically corny to the sweetest of inside jokes, which I feel truly privileged to be sharing with the likes of one such as Helga. (insert corny music here) I am the greatest when I’m with her; she’s the red and blue glasses that makes my 3-D movie look right. Life just gets more real when viewed through her eyes. I’m still a fan, and always will be. I guess I have it good. =)

It’s a big day for you baby, 23 for 23. Sounds perfect to me.

Happy birthday, Duckie. I love you.

So this is my birthday tribute to Helga - Thegreatest

*I started oddly enough, as a fan. I guess that puts me square in the ranks of the average internet romeo, hoping to write the perfect pickup line in attempts to elicit a response on Myspace or Fezbook, and hoping even harder not to get laughed at in the process.

And now that she’s 23, Helga needs to be serious about her savings accounts. Yes, she has two. Both are in a state of destitution.

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TWO-THREE.

May 31, 2008 at 2:30 am | Filed under ditz drivel

(I have deadlines, I’m sorry!)

Helloes, it’s my birthday and I’m in a good mood. Nevermind that Lover has left for the weekend, nevermind that my tummy is still reeling from last night’s beers, and nevermind that I’m fat because I attacked a pan of brownies as soon as I got home last night. Good Mood Helga, that’s me! =)

This morning will be spent watching The Hills season 3. Somebody get me a birthday cupcake and I’m all set.

And! O hai, check out air tools.

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OH NOES, MY CAT IS IN HEAT!

May 29, 2008 at 7:09 pm | Filed under breaking up the girl

That up there would be my baby, Peachy. We got her December last year so I’m guessing she’s about 6-7 months old. Now as much as I love cats (and all animals, actually, except ugly ones like snakes and chihuahuas) and despite having a handful for pets, I admit to not knowing much about them (save for cat care basics and how to keep them happy and cute).

So OMG, why is my baby in heat!!! She’s not even allowed to date yet!

Peachy isn’t spayed since my mom plans on finding her a fine upstanding Siamese boycat to mate and breed with. The thing is, she’s still too young to have babies and her being in heat is killing me. I asked the internet for help (meaning I googled ‘cat is in heat‘) hoping I’d find some tips to make it a little easier for Peachy. Aside from this completely horrifying tip involving a Q-tip and some very unfunny youtube videos, I also learned that there are health risks (risks that eventually lead to death) involved when you don’t have your kitty spayed.

I feel like crying.

She keeps calling out for tomcats and it’s driving me insane and all I want to do is let her out of her cage but I don’t want her mating with the ugly neighborhood males, either. Lover keeps telling me not to stress about it and I keep trying to convince myself that it’s for her own good but whenever I hear her meowing pitifully, my heart just breaks.

Have any of you ever had to deal with a cat in heat? Help!

Check Stargate Cinema for your (most likely non-existent) home theater carpet needs.

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WELL, PEACHY WOULD APPRECIATE THESE.

May 29, 2008 at 6:46 pm | Filed under ditz drivel

Out of boredom the other night, I decided to freshen up my e-retardery knowledge by heading over to Uncyclopedia and Encyclopedia Dramatica. Unfortunately, no thanks to my curiosity, I got LulzWiki-ed.

I am once again a bored kitty today, seeing that Lover won’t be up for another three or four hours. Instead of going to those two sites for my lulz, I opted instead to look at pet beds.

That one would be the Kitty Cocoon.

And that would be the Kitty Snuggle Sack which is perfect for cats that love to jump in and out of bags (material is irrelevant, heh). Peachy would surely love this, seeing how she tends to go in and out of plastic bags and has taken a liking to sleeping in the basket where we keep them in.

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NATIONAL FINALS RODEO.

May 28, 2008 at 11:47 am | Filed under ditz drivel

Amongst the many things I would like to do in my life, seeing a rodeo is one of them. It’s not that I’m a fan of cowboys or playing (lulz) with bulls; I just think that rodeos are awesome things and it’s a must that I witness one live. I was chatting with Lover about this today, specifically about the annual National Finals Rodeo, and I wasn’t surprised at all when he told me that he was able to watch the event a couple of years ago.

The NFR (also known as the “super bowl of rodeo”) is a ten-day event (happening the first week of December) organized by the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association held each year at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. The NFR has seven events with eight world champions crowned in each, at its end: bareback riding, steer wrestling, team roping, saddle bronc riding, tie-down roping, bull riding, and barrel racing (the only event exclusive to women!).

A large sum of money is awarded each year to the World All-Around Rodeo Champion Cowboy and due to it’s popularity, tickets tend to get sold out easily and quickly. For those of you who have the means (because you’re not stuck in some Third World country like I am) to see the event this December, book your Wrangler National Finals Rodeo tickets now.

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