Brain Freeze

Hold the Cheese

2010-08-05T16:23:00.000-07:00

If you've noticed, I've been trying to emulate popular news outlets. I just read them recently and am officially giving up on creativity. Definitely cheesier than I had envisioned, so I'm taking a dairy free diet. ( Okay, now I'm done. )

Today's post will be short, simply about a particular TV show I'm loving.

All Hail Tosh.0

Thats Tosh-point-oh for those of you who're actually interested. And it is the funniest show on television.

Hosted by comedian Daniel Tosh, the "apple-tini" sipping manly jock man no one is quite able to categorize, this show is priceless from start to finish. The show is based on the zany videos circling around the world wide web. Tosh.0 is that hub where they are gently picked up, dusted off, and then blasted to pieces with a sarcasmimplosion of... well... sarcasmimplosion is the best there is. Just watch the show. I've run out of negative adjectives.

There! I hope that was a good post. Although, on a scale of One to Internetless Nomad, in terms of comments, this blog is Amelia Airheart. And for those of you who are living under a rock, which is apparently all of our readers, she disappeared off the face of the Earth.

Love,

'Zuly

Brain freeze vs. The world

2010-08-01T19:25:00.000-07:00

*annoying announcer voice*
Hellllllllo and Weeeeeelcome back to BRAIN-FREEZE!!!!! On today's show we will be bringing you:

Movies 'Zul is anticipating.
Music I'm loving at this very moment
And Why I used first person in the first bullet

All that and more right after these important announcements!

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no refunds, no matter how annoying the little brats get. Both children come with names. Not responsible for any ensuing lawsuits. Its your fault you tried to buy kids from an ad.

And we're back!!!!
Movies 'Zul is anticipating!
Scott Pilgrim vs. The world.
I love Michael Cera at the worst of times but this looks like its going to be the best of times. He's so sweet!! Plus it looks like the format will be nothing like the usual sappy Romance crap that we're all in love with. More like a comic book...
And Dinner for Shmucks. It looks funny and not crappy. That's all I've got to say.
Movies 'Zul is not anticipating!
Cats and Dogs: The revenge of kitty galore.
Need i say more? If the title includes the name of possibly the crappiest villain EVER then its probably the crappiest movie ever.

Music I'm loving at this very moment:
Regina Spektor: Who knew piano music could convey such emotion? And thats all before she even sings in her unique, peppy voice about her unique, powerful lyrics. Love her!

Jason Mraz: No doubt DinoRwar will be mad at me for talking about her precious Geek in the pink but his lyrics are also a thing of beauty. Here is a taste:

"If its a broken part, replace it
If its a broken arm, then brace it,

If its a broken heart then face it..."

And also... I'M GOING TO THE JASON MRAZ CONCERT IN SEPTEMBER!! And i'm telling the world.

And finally...
why I used first person in bullet number one.
Because I'm awesome. That's why.

Weeeeell.... Thats it for today folks. join us next week when we discus... Well Join us and you'll find out!! This is Azul, signing out!

Just wondering....

2010-07-30T14:11:00.000-07:00

So I think you can all tell that I'm the weirder half of Brain Freeze but I was just wondering....Does/Did anyone ever instead of walking up the stairs, crawled up them like a wolf/monkey? Anyone?

Fedoras, Coconuts, Bananas, Guitars and Sexy men

2010-07-29T21:19:00.000-07:00

Three things you should know at this moment:

It is 12:28 and I am sleepy.

I have had no pop in at least three hours.

This blog will be short.

So, I know many of you may be wondering about the title. Well, me too.

Without further ado, my blog:

1. Fedoras=Win!

2. Coconuts can be mailed with proper postage procedure.

3. Bananas can too.

4. Guitars are smexy.

5. And men who wear fedoras, like bananas, mail coconuts, and play guitar are smexy smexy men.

The end.

Dick Cheney's heart and other small packages.

2010-07-29T20:37:00.000-07:00

The Brain Freeze Times

Dick Cheney has no pulse.
Yeah apparently he had some major heart surgery where a pump is doing all the work. He legally has no pulse anymore and has to wear a bracelet that says so, in case something happens and people assume he's a zombie.

Here's the thing... I know what happens when you ASS-U-ME but come on! We already knew he was undead.

Political Humor Failures aside,

Good things come in small packages.
I am, of course, referring to muffins.
It has come to my attention that someone (ok, one person) wants me to do a segment on muffin flavors. Please comment with your favorite muffin flavor. I'd like someone, anyone, even someone minus a muffin fetish, to comment just so I can know someone has read this.

In other news...
I'm co-authoring a book!!!!
I'm supposed to just be dropping hints here but it was inspired by another Ass in our life.
And everyone please meet my co-author DinoRwar!
I'll let her post what she wants of the book, its still a major Work in Progress but a one-eyed peg legged pirate could see how much potential this project has (the peg leg really has nothing to do with it. Just painting a picture).

Love and cupcakes! (Oh fine, muffins!)
-Azul

Here's to hoping!

2010-07-28T20:04:00.000-07:00

Its been more than a year since my last post, which feels like a good enough reason to post another one. The purpose of this post is really to see if anyone ever reads my blog. But while I'm at it, there's no better time for an update in the world of Azul.
This summer I've actually decided to count the number of books I've read. It seemed like a good idea in the first two weeks when I read 10 books in a row but then swim practice hit and I'm only up to 14. However, that is not to say I read anything so fast I did not take time to smell the roses, or that old book smell some of us enjoy so much. On my list were:
Libba Bray's "A Great and terrible Beauty" and the other books in that fantastic series
Darren Shan's Demonata Series (I read Cirque du Freak and thought "Why not?")
and Meg Cabots Airhead series
The first? I loved it. Not only is it unique, it is riveting. This series deals with the situations teenage girls dealt with in Britain's Imperialistic prime and also with the passions and emotions that drive those girls to their decisions in their not-so-typical situations. There is dark magic and power struggles aplenty... and this short little review doesn't do the book justice. If you're a teenage girl, go read it. Go.
The second and third series were mostly tributes to authors I have loved in the past, and though the books were well written, they were quick reads that were done in a day. However: If you want the perfect description of me, just read Airhead. Em Watts is me in a nutshell, if I were in a book based in New York City.
A Final Note: I was in Time Magazine!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes indeed I was informed at my confirmation that the first ever letter I'd written to the acclaimed magazine had been published. The reason I'd written was because of the Time top 100, because of a young girl named Reem Al-Numery. Her story really touched me, and I encourage everyone to read it. And while you're looking up old Time magazines, look up the May 15th issue featuring your truly!
Scratch that. I;ll just copy paste it right here. As long as I'm bragging, I'll see my act of anti-modesty through.

"The TIME 100 this year was full of big names, big people and big stories [May 10]. It was very interesting to read, but my favorite story was on Reem Al Numery. In high school I've been learning about the dangers of being a girl in an Islamic nation and was told these girls live their desperate lives without hope of change. It really moved me to see that a girl not much younger than me had the strength to stand up not only to her abusive father but also to an institution as powerful as the Islamic faith. Thank you, TIME, for not letting her get lost among the bigger names. Now she can serve as an inspiration to us all."
I've got to say: I feel pretty awesome.
If you actually read all the way through, THANK YOU! You deserve a reward because you're probably the first. Its not that I'm uninteresting... just not well advertised.
-Zuly

"Hate blog" possibly "Almost hate Blog"

2009-02-19T19:55:00.000-08:00

Yes indeed why don't I call it that? The title works, first and foremost because I'm a teenage girl who thrives on angst. And that's about the only reason. It's probably ironic that I'm sitting at my laptop, alone, complaining of a lack of social life but there you go. Oh and because this is actually a blog about learning, and not really a blog about hockey, I've decided to do a book suggestion.

Being the avid reader and nerd that I am I've done quite a bit of reading in my spare time. My father has always (except for when he takes away my books) encouraged these talents and in doing so has led me down the paths of some of his favorite authors. Cue: Simon R. Green. Having been introduced to this Science-Fiction author in October-ish of 2008 I immediately fell in love with this witty author's brilliant characters and devilish charm that accompanied each of his unique characters. So far three series of his have drawn me in:

Stories from The Nightside,
Deathslayer,
The man with the Golden Torc

The Nightside trilogy was what first opened my eyes to Green's talent for mystique. He took the idea of a Private Eye and shaped his story from there, for his main character has an inner eye, one that is all seeing. There are dangers to using this power, however, for everything is dangerous in the Nightside. Allow me to explain: The Nightside is the dark heart of London where nothing short of instinct and a whole lot of alcohol can keep you alive for long, and usually not very long at that. John Taylor makes his living off the things that go lost in the land of things that go bump and is very good at it until he starts learning some things about his not-so-human mother that can never be very good for the Nightside, not at all...

I haven't quite finished the first in the massive Deathstalker series yet. So far it totally intrigues me, being the most Science-Fiction-y piece of his to date. It's interesting to see when an author repeats some favorite phrases of his in different series. A particular favorite of mine is "And that's when things went to hell in a hurry" and etc. This book is also a perfect example of why shouldn't judge anything by it's cover. Before I was a big reader I'd often browse Dad's bookshelf to look at the pretty pictures if nothing else. The man on the front cover of the Deathstalker series struck me as the kind of man Superman must be. Strong, brave, a natural born leader, and according to the back he was an outlawed Noble. Now it's time to take a look at the real Owen Deathstalker. Boy was I surprised when I opened this book to find, not the hero of my imagination, but your run of the mill sarcastic, slightly lazy, Simon Green Character. My book judging had been way off, because I should have known Simon Green never makes a perfect character. Never. Even so Owen provides the humor Green is known for, along with the other cast of rebels whom he employs. 970 something years after his famous ancestor disappears, Owen Deathstalker is suddenly and without reason, cast out of the favors of the Mighty Empress. He has grown out of family tradition, becoming a historian, but now finds himself in the need of the fabled Family fighting powers. With the help of Hazel D'Ark he escapes to Mistworld where it is decided he is to lead a rebellion against the corrupt Empire. There's just one problem. The only device capable of bringing about the fall of the Empress vanished over 900 years ago with the original Deathstalker. Legend says he's still alive somewhere but Owen will have to fight through hell and high water before his tiny rebellion has even a spark of a chance...

God I love cliffhangers.

Finally onto my favorite: The Man with the Golden Torc. Set in modern day London this story explores many of the horrors of the Nightside, without there actually being a Nightside. The main character Edwin Drood is your average run-out-of-the-battle-scene-lucky-to-still-have-my-ass-intact character but I love him all the same. A few weeks after reading the only two books in the series, I noticed something odd about Edwin's name. Green could have pulled any old name out of his head and said "There. Fred. That'll do" but he didn't. Instead he used the name of the main character from a book by Charles Dickens. More importantly: the book Dickens's was writing when he died, his unfinished novel. Considering the constant intrigue surrounding Edwin and all the Droods this is very fitting and when I saw that, sitting in 8th period English class, it gave me a rush of joy, like finding that I had discovered there was a missing puzzle piece that only the maker and choice few people knew about. Oh and if you already knew about Edwin Drood, keep it to yourself. Don't burst my bubble. Edwin Drood carries a secret like no other. He is a member of a Family that is essentially composed of magically enhanced spies. The Droods controll those things that go bump in the night and even take care of the cleanup so that the average citizen never need panic. Edwin is the black sheep of the family and is famous for being the only Drood to have left the "family fortress" so to speak and lived to tell the tale. The secret to the Drood's success lies in the golden necklaces around each Drood throat. Without them they'd be nothing more than a crazy extended family, but with the torcs each Drood can be enveloped in a flawless armour of living metal, making them invincible. It is just Edwin's luck and some careful snooping that leads to the discovery of his big secret, the mother of all family secrets. Forget an insane uncle hiding in the closet, the really crazy one's usually are assigned field work. No, this one secret will cause Edwin Drood to need more than his quick wit if he ever hopes to combat it. This secret that lies at the heart of the Droods, trusted by all, could eventually bring about the fall of Edwin's great family....

Whew I think I'm done writing for the night. Hope I convinced anyone, AKA my one reader, to read anything penned down by Simon R. Green.

Happy birthday to me!

2009-01-31T09:09:00.000-08:00

Here are today's top ten reasons to celebrate:
1) My birthday is today. REJOICE!
2) The anniversary of Gandhi's death was yesterday not today. Rejoice!
3) Um... this list will now only have 5 reasons to celebrate. Rejoice!
4) UMMMMMMM my cousin, Madelaine, has finally understood the magic of Dr. Seuss.
5) This list is almost over. Rejoice.

oh here's a number 6: MIDTERMS ARE OVER!!!!

In order to make this post related to the blog: Alexander Ovechkin will be on television at 12:30 today.

Pre- All Star Game

2009-01-25T15:43:00.000-08:00

We just watched the PreAll Star Game Show (I guess you can call it that) with all the twirly acrobats and the spinning violinist (wth?) and then came the actuall players. Who cares if I missed the Skillz competition yesterday and all of the hockey players dressed up in awkward Dolchank and Gabbona suits? (I fully realize my mistake) Seeing Ovie as a twitchy little gum chewing Neanderthal made it all totally worth it. I mean seriously?!?! He wouldn't stand still and watching him was like seeing a cow chewing its cud. Sorry Frostee.
Mom said it's cause they weren't playing his anthem but I know better. Evegni (or watever) was standing still.

#26

2009-01-20T16:23:00.000-08:00

Happy belated 25th birthday, Vanek. I have a special message for you. First, let me make this clear: I don't like you. You're way too streaky... and not in a good way at all. You're the know-it-all kid who sits in the front row, with his hand constantly waving in the air, regardless of whether or not he actually knows the answer. Sometimes he does, and delivers an encyclopedia-worthy lecture. Other times, he apparently has a cerebral seizure and drools out some sort of answer like "foureenw62enty." I'm guessing Lindy feels like the teacher who doesn't know whether to call on you. You make or break the game, and every game, every single point adds up.
We paid you dearly, but alas, so far, our big star has not even come close to filling the enormous shoes of beloved Briere and Drury. *sniff* (May they rest in loudly-booed peace.) But you've has shown that when you're on your game, you OWN! You have the potential to be at the top of the league, and you have been. You hang out right in front of the net, waiting for the perfect pass. This scores an amazing amount of goals... PROVIDED that perfect pass comes. And the rest of the time...? You don't throw yourself into those nitty-gritty crucial battles along the boards, you don't chase after the puck. That's where games are won. Sure, highlight goals are pretty. But if you really want to be the guy to go to, you need to be a well-rounded player.
So focus on something other than receiving the puck. Think about the team here. Maybe pass the puck a little more, so you can rip it wide of the net less often. Remember that the system does not revolve around you, but rather you are a part of it. When your talent is applied to the whole, it becomes so much greater than the sum of its parts. Teams win Stanley Cups, not individual millionaires. Happy b-day, Van.

musings from Mrs. Miller

2009-01-17T18:46:00.000-08:00

This is my first post, conveniently timed right after a rather nice win by the Sabies against the 'Canes. They got the lead early, had a bit of a seizure, then pulled themselves together well enough to grab 2 points. Not too shabby, guys.
A major factor in all of this was, of course, the hobo-in-net: Ryan Miller. He was surprisingly aggressive tonight, coming far out of his crease, stickhandling more, and even getting a little shove-y. Perhaps he was angry from the playoffs a few years ago. Maybe he was cheated out of $1.03 at the checkout. Whatever it was, Miller was beastly. In a good way. Hope this continues and even climaxes into a fight sometime. That would be hysterical to watch.
Any conflict between two grown men strapped into ridiculously clumsy layers of padding, locked in mortal combat beats professional wrestling any day. It's difficult to land a decent punch, but the best part is if one or both falls, they're like brightly colored turtles scrabbling around on the ice, completely unable to stand up on their own. Yes, Miller should really get into this scene...

2009-01-17T16:32:00.000-08:00

As I'm typing this I hear the words "Oh yeah the games on" and the sound of the television flickering to life. It just goes to show that my family is very low-key when it comes to hockey. After reading frostee's blog I know they are playing Caroline today. However, the only thing I know about Carolina is this:
-Their symbol is the Hurricanes.
-They beat us the only year I actually thought the Sabres had a chance and went on to win the Stanley cup.

In other non hockey related news
-I just watched "Across the Universe" It was a good movie, about a British guy from Liverpool who illegally goes to America to search for his father to the tune of Beetles songs. There he finds a bum of a dad, a blonde girlfriend and some really trippy drugs. (Again, all to the tune of Beetles songs) The choreography is great and the Scene to Song transitions are a heck of a lot better than the ones from "Mamma Mia." That's what I could tell from the story, when I stopped drooling over Jim Sturgess enough to pay attention. (BTW: loved 21. A must see)
-I'm really hoping Frostee's exchange student is named Chow. Don't Ask, just Accept.

More than a feeling...

2009-01-16T12:04:00.001-08:00

This morning when I woke up I had two feelings
-I was thoroughly disgruntled when i heard we had school
and
-I knew the sabres won last night. It was a little feeling in the back of my head, even though I didn't even watch the game. At first I thought my brother had told me last night, but when I woke up i heard my dad tell him the results of the game. Weird...

This isn't the first time it's happened though. Last year Frostee announced that Ovie had started a clothing line. I remembered her gushing about it for about a week and told her that she had already told us. My comment was greeted by blank stares, for Ovie had just released the news the day before.

Why am I of all people gifted with an affinity for predicting strange hockey events? Tell me this!

R-I-D-I- clueless. (Thanks mom!)

2009-01-14T12:27:00.001-08:00

It's time for another Hockey Post. I really am trying hard to get this down pat, so today I am going with a correction and some nicknames.

Correction: #1 Apparently at full strength there are 6 players per team... but thats off the top off my head, regarding a text from frostee i deleted.

#2 (This one comes from my mom, how embarrassing is that?!?) Well it turns out hockey sticks... they're not really made out wood anymore. I'm sorry. Those big dudes on tiny skates need sticks of stronger stuff than that, so they're made out of like Carbon Fiber and stuff.

Player Nicknames:

Nickname, Player Name, Explanation,

Soupy, Brian Cambell, Cambell's soup... Soupy. Yeah this one took me awhile too... ,

Tvan , Thomas Vanek , T for Thomas, Van for Vanek. After I got it, i liked this one! ,

Pkaleta , Patty K , Patrick Kaleta , P for Patrick, kaleta for... kaleta.
Patty is a nickname for Patrick, K for Kaleta ,

Pkane, Patty K, Patrick Kane (NOT the same as above), P for Patrick, Kane for Kane. The pattyk IS the same reason as above ,

Happiness

2009-01-13T17:28:00.000-08:00

We have our very first outsider follower. Not to make you feel un-welcome Lulu, because that's the very opposite of my intentions. I'm very glad you decided to follow that link from Frostee's blog and feel free to ask either of us for tips on your new blog, i'm sure we both would oblige. Now for your post:

Lulu is the first person I didn't have to beg to come here, that's good news!
She has started a blog called "Hockey is my boyfriend"
While new, her writing skills are fantastic and her opinions on the blog are quite insightful (yes, even the one's about the hockey players you used to love but don't any longer)
I adore the title of her blog, it's a great analogy. I'm sure if she had thought of it, Frostee would have used to it too.
I look foreward to comments by lulu, especially considering I will need all the hockey related help I can get!

Please go to http://hockeyismybf.blogspot.com/ for more info!!!

Frostee's turn.

2009-01-13T14:00:00.000-08:00

Yup, our very own dear Frostee has earned herself an entire post devoted to her, and she manage to bend the rules in the process. You see, i said that if you became a follower (I'm making this sound like a cult) I would dedicate an entire post to you. Well, Frostee couldn't do that because her computer is *ahem* messed up and so provided a very kind plug on her blog. This blog, i might add, is actually read by more than two people. Wow, I know! So yeah here's to you frostee!

You are the most ridiculously dedicated person I know. Whether it be hockey or the latest Global test, you are giving it your all. And yes, even to the point where everyone is annoyed (A 98%? really?) but we still love you anyways.
If anyone will end up with Ovie it'll be you. Just as long as i'm still invited to the wedding.
You are sympathetic with my lack of hockey-related knowlegde, and lack of grace.
You are the closest thing I have to a celebrity, considering a lot more people read your blog than mine...
You're nickname's frostee. It doesn't get any better than that. I always know who Corinne is talking about. Simple Nickname. (soupy...pfsh)

Hockey 101

2009-01-12T14:43:00.001-08:00

Let us start with the first in what I hope is a series of hockey related posts. Since I am a hockey idiot, and know almost nothing let's start with the basics.

Players follow around a little black peice of rubber with sticks. Wooden ones.
Heavily padded men try to sit on the pucks as soon as possible. (I refuse to make any sitting on sticks comments, or any comments on how a certain Russian can't keep from joining the goalie in the net. Don't worry, we'll cover this.)
Oh crud I dont even know how many players play at once...
Each player has a name but they also have ridiculous nicknames. Memorizing these nicknames is a tedious task, but one I'm willing to take on.
That's basically it...

Stay posted (get it, posted?) for news on more hockey segments. I plan on doing "An idiots guide to the game you just watched" and "Your guide to confusing Hockey Nicknames"

We have a winner!

2009-01-12T13:42:00.000-08:00

I said I would and now I am. The first person to take me up on my offer is the author of www.bmqqmb.blogspot.com, our very own BMQ (intials only because I know you're out there stalkers) Yes bmq has been a good friend of mine for all of... a year. I think. Yeah but he actually decided to follow and now he gets a post. My favorite things about him:

He's good for self esteem
Very creative person
This kid actually knows how to make good on the art that is sarcasm. And that takes skill.

Layin' down the law.

2009-01-12T13:31:00.000-08:00

New Rule about the blog! Everyone who decides to click "follow blog" will get a whole entire post dedicated to them. If i don't know you then... that sucks. No just kidding, if I don't know you and you don't have a blogspot blog, you're a stalker, but if you do have a blog I'll link you. Cause I'm sweet like that.

Startup

2009-01-12T13:14:00.000-08:00

I have started many blogs over the past years, all of which are sitting collecting dust in some lonely corner of the internet. They just never seemed to work out. I am determined to make this one successful by posting at least once everyday. My friends with successful blogs do this but they also have a mission. Go to www.thefanaticalfan.wordpress.com and you'll see what I'm talking about. Anyway, I'm gonna do some soul searching. Who knows? This might end up being "Hockey: A Blog for those who know nothing about the sport" Wait and see.
'Zul