LAND!!

After spending the better part of the day on either an airplane or in an airport, I am finally in New Orleans.
So up until now I have had no problem with riding coach. Honestly it has never seemed like the first-classers have it much better. They still have to sit there while everyone shuffles by them and sit next to a stranger and I snuck a peek at their complimentary headphones today...same ones that us poories get! But then...
I'm walking down the aisle behind this 20-something mother and her 2 year old and I can see that he is clearly "fussy." The whole time I think don't do it, don't sit in row 35, don't do it, don't...yep there they go. I am willing to accept a few annoyances in this situation, but this scenario was like a textbook case:
1. She changed the baby's diaper on the seat next to me...(keep in mind the seating goes, me, baby, poo-filled diaper, mom)never has a window seat been so torturous...i could see fresh air but couldn't reach it
2. the child crawled into my seat several times to look out the window while the mom laughed, okay once=cute, twice=aww, it's ok, fifteen times?=get the f off me
3. for the few glorious moments that the kid slept he laid stretched out in the seat and kicked me in the leg while having his night terrors
4. spit-up
5. throwing the tray up and down frequently making loud banging noises
6. crying/ screaming
And to top it all off, and I kid you not, the kid's name was DAMIEN.

Worst Act of Marketing/Publicity Ever...

So perhaps you have not seen the movie Atonement, but I am sure that you've seen the commercials. While the ads don't do a great job of telling you anything that the movie is actually about (you'd think it was all about war and romance, but the plot really revolves around a letter involving the potty word...well you'll just have to see it)anyways, you would think that following an Oscar win for the soundtrack, they would know how to promote the movie.
Not the case.
The movie ad is set to OneRepublic's "Apologize." That's right, this period piece with an Oscar-winning soundtrack that incorporates the sound of a typewriter in ways you have to hear and see to fully understand its awesomeness (yeah i said it), has been dubbed over with a r&b hit produced by Timbaland.
I'm really hoping that someone just dropped the ball here and that they CONTINUE to use this song because they blew their budget on the rights to this craptastic chart-topper and now they want to get their moneys worth. In the meantime, however, I will continue to throw my remote at the tv every time this idiotic ad airs.

Hello Sunshine

Fear not! Where Does Rice Come From has not been abandoned and turned into a little orphan blog forced to whore itself out to ad buyers in order to afford its domain space. It may have developed a little drug problem in the interim, but (kidding, kidding) it's springtime and the Sun is shedding light on more things to be cynical about.
New and grammatically improved posts will be coming soon and I will even feature (dare I say it) a guest columnist!
Stay tuned!

Getting Closer

I'm counting down the days until it gets warm out again. Not only because I might leave the house more, but b/c the outdoor weekend markets are going to be AMAZING. I got a little preview today in Union Square. It was a bit more tolerable out than usual this afternoon and there happened to be a decent amount of vendors. So as I'm picking through sweet pins, enjoying the violinist playing for cash who was most likely a NYU student trying to make some cash for the bars, and watching a guy make spray can artwork (which I'm beginning to think is a correspondence class b/c I saw a guy in Brasil do the exact same stuff before and they always make damn universe-y, star-filled, galaxy paintings)I was suddenly beckoned.
"Hey starbucks lover! Come here!"
I looked down and realized that yes I was drinking an iced chai from starbucks, but didn't think I had been overly enjoying it nor was I sporting any other green circle logos to make him think that I was starbucks #1 fan. This is probably why I gave him a weird look, but he still kept at it.
"Hey, so we're doing this spa promotion in Manhattan and WHOA" (man, who looks like Vince Vaughn btw takes a step back) "What's that look for?"
And that's when I realized. I had finally done it...it was the moment when I perfected the I'm not a tourist leave me the f alone New York face.
Success.

Under Construction?

So admittedly I've been slacking with the updates, but with all this moving, job-searching, 30 Rock marathon-ness, and pirating of the internets it has been hard to settle down and blog. However as soon as my new camera comes in and I get the real internets installed (hopefully both by the end of this week...along with the laundry machine, wtf landlord) then I will have plenty of time to tell you about the creepy twin cats that live next door, how all dogs on the east coast, regardless of size and station in life, wear sweaters, shooting the shit with panhandlers, subway etiquette, and about my quest to find old-school high tops to help me fit in.

Oh Happy Day

Barack has led with 38% in the Iowa Caucuses!! So exciting! However, Mike Huckabee was the GOP winner which is disgusting. More disconcerting however is that while he was giving his speech on Fox News you could see Chuck Norris standing right behind him!

See the above short video as to why Huckabee turns my stomach each time I see him on tv.
This link about Chuck Norris will explain why I am now concerned about Barack's safety as Norris has identified himself as a Republican supporter. (http://www.chucknorrisfacts.com/)
Now I'm going to watch Obama's live speech on CNN...so jealous that Julie is in Iowa right now participating in this!!

It's a Disease

I have less than 20 hours until I make the move out East. No big deal, but I haven't started packing yet. This is because I suffer from cantpackontimeitis. I've been afflicted with this for as long as I can remember. My worst case occurred a few weeks ago when I made my first trip to New York and was supposed to be at the airport in an hour, but was waiting in line at Starbucks completely unpacked and not the slightest bit worried. (Note: I was later frantically packing when the airline called to say that the flight would be delayed 4 more hours...yah!) However I know that with all the excitement of a new apartment/new stateness/several cups of coffee, I won't be able to sleep anyways and that time can be spent packing. Eep! In the words of Marc: This is so banana muffins!
P.S. Erin, in the off-chance that you're reading this I promise that I will be ready and on time tomorrow. :)...smiley face