chocolate cupcakes with peanut butter frosting for everyone!

Dudes, it's been a hell of a week, and I love you so much it scorches my eyebrows.  True story.

To conclude my visitor blogger stint, I have a speech prepared:

Ahem.

Thank you everyone who posted comments and gave me points.  You made me feel most cool.

Thank you to all of my regular readers who came over here and read what I wrote.  We call that "sharing the love", and it is a good thing.  You rock.

Thank you Weezer for having a large selection of songs from which I chose the titles to my posts.

Thank you to Gerrit and the rest of the 2log crew for letting me yammer about my drivel all over your place.

And finally, thank you, Megan McCain, and your "ladies" for giving me something fun to look at while I composed my last entry and winning me one hundred million points.  You almost make me want to become a Republican.  Almost.

If you want to read more about what I write, I blog over at TheAmberShow.net.  I'm on Twitter, too: @theambershow.  I do a weekly podcast called Hey Brooklyn which is about creative, interesting people living and working in Brooklyn, and that gets put out each Friday.  Visit HeyBrooklyn.com to hear it (or type hey brooklyn into iTunes).  It's pretty good.  And, finally, because I really enjoy eating and paying rent, and three dogs don't feed themselves: if you need help in any way, shape or form with podcasting, audio projects or live sound, get in with my partner in crime, Rob Blatt, at Blattcave.com.  He's brilliant, friendly, and works for way cheap.

Peace out, everybody. 

Meghan McCain had everyone a-twitter Tuesday night by snapping what she describes as an innocent photo of her "spontaneous night in" with takeout and book.  (See?  There's a book in that photo.  Look closely.)

Twenty minutes later, when cries of "slut" started pouring in, she removed the photo and posted the following poor-little-rich-girl diatribe:

so I took a fun picture not thinking anything about what I was wearing but apparently anything other than a pantsuit I am a slut, this is why I have been considering deleting my twitter account, what once was fun now just seems like a vessel for harassment
I am going to take some more time to think about it but seriously I was just trying to be funny with the book and that I'm a dork staying in when I am alone in my apartment, I wear tank tops and sweat pants, I had no idea this makes me a "slut", I can't even tell you how hurt I am ok I am getting the fuck off twitter, promise not to delete my account until I sleep on it, thank you for the nice words supporters
I do want to apologize to anyone that was offended by my twitpic, I have clearly made a huge mistake and am sorry 2 those that are offended.

I think it's revenge.  She's mad that Daddy picked Sarah Palin as a running mate and cost her a room in the White House, and this is her outlet.  Hey, whatever.  You do what you need to do, Megs.  We'll enjoy the view. 

the Blatt canine trio

City-dwelling dog owners (me) now have something else to worry about besides H1N1, aka the "swine flu".  There's a "Dog flu" epidemic, and it's really unpleasant - dogs develop actual flu-like symptoms, and some catch horrible coughs that develop into pneumonia.  The "dog flu", properly called H3N8, seems to be closely related to the swine flu we've been Purelling like hell against for the past six months, but it can't be passed from dog to human, only dog-to-dog.  This means that on trips to the dog park I have to worry about more than just the occasional humping spree.  There's infectious diseases out there and it wants to kill my trio of pups!

I am not ok with this.  Google "dog flu" if you're feeling daring.

It lives! 

You can read about it here.  A year and a half after hipsters everywhere were devastated by the news that they could no longer ironically and artistically capture their drunken nights out with the old-time instant camera, The Impossible Project - a group of former Polaroid employees who banded together - announced yesterday that they were successful in their mission.  Instant film will resume production mid-2010.  From the press release:

The new licensee of the Polaroid® Brand – The Summit Global Group – will re- launch some of the most famous Polaroid Instant Cameras and is therefore commissioning The Impossible Project to develop and produce a limited edition of Polaroid® branded Instant Films in the middle of 2010.

Pabst drinkers, rejoice!

photo via flickr user SqueakyMarmot, CC license

While visiting my friend Gavin earlier this year I glanced up over his desk and started to giggle.

"What is that?!  Porn or... a comic book?  Wait... it's comic porn!" 

This was my first introduction to the NerdCore calendar. 

They're back for 2010 with a classic horror film theme.  If you don't know the drill, it's nekkid ladies acting out 12 scenes from different nerdy concepts - last year was sci-fi, before that: heroes and villains.  2007 was classic video games.  It's all shot professionally and really well put together, so if your mom comes over and sees it you can say, "It's art!  I swear!"  

I think I found my first-night-of-Hanukkah gift for my husband. 

buy the calendar here (link is SFW)

photo via Fleshbot which has a few more previews from this year.  (link NSFW)

I'm serving up some deeply un-funny stuff all week.  Yay.

All weekend long I thought, "What do I post on 2log?  It's a funny blog, and I, sadly, am not funny."

I'm working on it, and hope to be quite hilarious by the time I'm 30.  In the meantime, these are some things about me: I have three dogs.  I drink beer.  I'm excellent at checkers.  I really like yams.  My parties are legendary, and the only thing you have to do to score an invite is be kind of nice to me.  I was home schooled.  I need friends.

It was my Christian fundamentalist upbringing that sapped all my funny out.  It's hard to crack jokes when you're worried that Jesus will come back in the rapture at the exact second you've decided to lock yourself in the closet to say "Fuck" out loud.  THESE WERE MY ISSUES AT AGE TWELVE.  I also grew up thinking the earth is 6000 years old, so learning basic science, the stuff you're supposed to learn in third grade, is taking over the space in my brain that would normally be devoted to perfecting my comedic timing.    

Even so, I'm thrilled to be asked to write over here for the week.  I can't promise hilarity, but I can give you the scoop on all sorts of things, like how to fake being baptized in the Holy Spirit at church camp so people will finally just stop praying over you already.  I have that one down cold.