My Deeply Superficial Thoughts

I am Hot Pants McGee, and I have interesting things to say.

Charlie the Unicorn May 28, 2008

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This may be the funniest thing EVER.  Thanks, Caro.

Looking for the Leoplurodon and shushing nonbelievers,

Terita

 

An Open Letter to Dr. Neil Frank… May 20, 2008

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Oh, DNF.  I am deeply saddened today.  Last night, Greg Hurst and Lucy Noland broke the devastating news that you are retiring.  I am totally going through the stages of grief today.  I mean, who else is going to talk me through traumatic weather changes while wearing that super cute yellow hat and slicker???  You were the Gorton’s fisherman of newscasting.  I mean, A.Coop runs out there in Prada, but not you,  Neil… You are a realist that knows cashmere isn’t appropriate for hurricane coverage.

 

Now I will move on to  anger- Seriously, WTF?  Hurricane season is upon us and you are THE authority on those slimy litttle storms!  What is Southeast Texas supposed to do???    Who can we rely on?  You are leaving us in the hands of Gene Norman???  Gene Norman reeks of sportscaster.  I don’t trust him.

 

Basically, I am begging now, DNF.  Don’t leave us.  I need to see you and that fantastic military flat top on my nightly news.  You are forcing me over to Frankie B. , who, though I deeply love with the heat of a thousand suns, he’s totally rocking the Coop Cashmere, and sometimes, a girl just needs a yellow slicker

 

In closing, DNF, you will be sorely missed.  Watch out, Frankie B., I am joining your team. 

Aint No Sunshine When He’s Gone….

Teri

ps- Find Dr. Neil’s bio here

 

Veggie Crumbles!!!! May 14, 2008

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Ok, so Jana decided to change up some Taco Tuesday last night and make her Famous Veggie Crumble Burritos.  I am a huge carnivore, and tend to be quite leery of anything soy-based as a substitute for my ground up bovine, but heed my advice, friends… VEGGIE CRUMBLES ARE FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC!  We totally hid the fact that we weren’t eating meat from Gabe and he wasn’t all that upset, to be honest.  So, they are now going to become a staple in my home.  Consider this disclosure to anyone that eats at my house.  You may be eating Veggie Crumbles instead of meat.  I did the calculations, and VC are an amazing beef sub.  396 cal for GB,  80 cal for VC.  24 g of fat for GB, 2.5 for VC.  The protein is a lot higher in beef, but 10 g for a serving of VC is still fine.

Having a Southwestern Veggie Patty for Lunch (now with roasted corn!!!),

Teri

 

National Doodle Day! May 13, 2008

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AND it’s Taco Tuesday!  Double Whammy! 

Seriously, you can go to this site and look at doodles by celebrities that are up for auction to support NF Inc., which helps out the babies. 

http://doodledayusa.org/index.php

From the site:  “Neurofibromatosis is a genetic disorder that affects one in every 2,500 births. NF is more common than Cystic Fibrosis, Muscular Dystrophy and Huntington’s Disease combined. Funds raised from the Doodle Day auction will go to support education, advocacy, coalitions, and research for treatments and a cure.”

Above is my fantastic rendering of a chicken.

Doin’ it for the kids,

Terita

ps- email me your own doodles to teritabonita@gmail.com and I will post them here! 

pps- Congrats to my friend Nneka, who just finished up her finals at Tulane Law this past week!!!  It’s all over now, love!  Go to a spa!! 

Jana’s Doodle:

Trent’s Doodle

 

 Bryan’s doodle above!

 

Don’t Drink & Drive, People!!! Seriously! May 12, 2008

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This is one of the saddest and most unnecessary wastes I have heard of in a while:

By JENNIFER LATSON
Copyright 2008 Houston Chronicle

The parade was over, and Tom Jones had parked his eye-catching ride, Swamp Mutha, inside the Art Car Museum.

He and two friends sat on the curb in front of the museum, reveling in the afterglow of their pet public art exhibition — Houston’s Art Car Parade.

As they shot the breeze just after 2 a.m., a speeding Pontiac crested the railroad tracks on Heights Boulevard. The driver was going so fast when he hit a parked Toyota Camry 50 feet away that Jones’ friend Dion Laurent only had time to think one word.

“No.”

The parked car launched into them, flinging Laurent against the fence and pinning Jones and his other friend.

“They were in agony,” Laurent said, shuddering.

Jones, a pillar of the Art Car community and curator for the Art Car Museum, died Sunday morning from internal injuries. The other two men survived.

The 51-year-old artist, an accomplished photographer, videographer and Art Car designer, had driven one of the museum’s centerpieces in Saturday’s parade: a 1982 Chevrolet Monte Carlo adorned with crabs, crawfish, alligator skulls and shellacked armadillos. Swamp Mutha symbolizes Houston’s urban frontier, according to its museum plaque.

Private parade

After entertaining crowds along Allen Parkway on Saturday afternoon, Jones, his friends, and some of the 300 other art car drivers staged their own personal parade, rigging their floats with lights and embarking on a nightime tour of the Heights and downtown. Bands followed on flatbed trailers, and the parade made stops so artists could mingle. It’s a tradition called the Illuminated Cruise, and it’s meant more for the artists than for spectators.

The cruise had gotten a later than usual start Saturday night. While some participants returned to the museum afterward, Jones and his friends were the last ones there.

Jones had just locked up the museum, and the three men were winding down from the day when the car jumped the curb. Witnesses said the driver appeared drunk and refused to take a Breathalyzer test before he was arrested early Sunday morning. Police said criminal charges are pending.

The bitter irony of Jones’ death — hours after the silly, spunky celebration he had nurtured since it began two decades ago — made it all the more senseless for those who knew him.

“We just had a wonderful, great day,” said Art Car Museum director Noah Edmundson, shaking his head. “There’s no sense. I’m numb. I’m actually, physically numb.”

Jones’ friend Laurent visited the museum again on Sunday to try to make sense of it himself. He walked to the railroad tracks, then back to where the trio was sitting. He hadn’t slept all night.

“I just don’t see how it could have happened. It was so fast,” Laurent said, staring at the stretch of sidewalk. “We were talking about what a great day and a great bunch of events this had been.”

On Sunday afternoon, fellow artists rendered a memorial at the crash site.

Amy Lynch strung zebra-striped streamers from the museum fence. Nicole Strine, president of the Houston Art Car Klub, hung tiny disco balls.

“Tom is not a disco queen, but my art car is. That’s why I’m hanging these,” Strine said, nodding toward Shattered Vanity, a 1997 Honda Accord covered in cut mirrors. “We are encouraging artists to bring pieces of themselves to remember Tom.”

A ‘tight’ community

Jones is survived by his college sweetheart and partner of 32 years, Becky Sargent.

Funeral details have not been announced. For his fellow artists, though, Jones’ death cast a pall over the zany festival.

“It’s a pretty tight community,” said Erik Kolflat.

As Sunday afternoon wore on, Heights Boulevard offered a reprise of Saturday’s parade, but with a markedly different mood, as dozens of artists arrived in Art Cars to pay their respects.

For the drivers of the Roachster, a car shaped like a giant cockroach, it was a morose metamorphosis from the day before, when they had wriggled their fingers like antennae for cheering crowds.

On Sunday, the parade became a procession.

So. Freaking. Sad.,

TH

 

 

Feliz dio de Madre!!! May 11, 2008

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While my mom is camping in a cabin with her boyfriend’s fam, I am spending the day working from home in my bed with Gabs and watching a Eureka marathon.   Everyone give your moms a hug, and thank your lucky stars that you weren’t reared by Susan Smith or Britney Spears.

 Being a loving daughter,

Terita Bonita

 

Friday Biscuits May 10, 2008

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So, my day started out hilarious.  I seriously watched a woman push a button to open a door with her boob in the tunnels.

Then, it morphed into bizarre, as I listened to a guy at my office repeatedly discuss with various people, humping his wife and making her wears heels and a kimono. By the way, they are 60.

The Man is really bringing me down today, so the Friday gospel is totally shortened.

In Ricer news, Piper at Molly’s Pub has developed a new shot called the “Invisible Jellyfish” and it is great. Above is the Corn Cob Pipe Man, who is no longer at The Rice, and is sorely missed.

Working for the Weekend,
TH