Thursday, December 30, 2010

Face Off

Alright, kicking off what I hope will be an inordinate amount of posts in the next two days (you know, so I can fool myself into feeling like a good blogger in 2010), Imma starting with something simple. A little opinion piece, if you will. Except the opinions I'm searching for are YOURS.

Like every Christmas break, I've been watching a ridiculous amount of TV. Yes, I'll admit it. I have no shame. Most of this has been spent catching up on the last two seasons of Psych, which led me to ponder on bromance.

Bromance, usually defined as an intense bond betwixt two straight males, is a typical trope seen on the televisions. Is it real, or only a ploy used for women to relate emotionally to male characters? The world may never know.

But regardless, on TV, it exists. So I'm asking you*, who has the best bromance?
  • Abed and Troy, Community. A friendship that others "just don't understand."
  • Phil and Lem, Better Off Ted. Two scientists who rely on each other to get the job done. Whatever that implies.
  • JD and Turk, Scrubs. Living together, working together, spending every moment together. Pure guy love.
  • Shawn and Gus, Psych. Their give-and-take relationship is always a pleasure, and is hilarity to watch.
  • Bret and Jemaine, Flight of the Conchords. These Kiwis and their bromance make sweet, sweet music.
  • Other, but you must specify what and why in the comments.
Good luck choosing. I know I sure can't.

*Poll in the sidebar, to the right.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010


Have worst night of sleep ever? Check.

Go to take a final at seven in the morning, walking through snow in the dark? Check.

Put absolutely no effort into final essay? Check.

Get back final paper from class, only to discover I completely failed? Check-a roonie.

Walk back home, getting splashed with slush from several passing cars, until utterly drenched and soggy? Check.

Go home and cry tears of pity and self-loathing in the shower, ala Tobias Funke? Check.

Attempt to make self feel better by listening to all the nine versions of the song "Hallelujah" I own, including the completely ridiculous Leonard Cohen original? Double check.

Feel surprised that such a tactic worked? Check.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010


This weekend I found home in a sandwich.

For those of you who might be doubting or mocking, cease and desist. It is perfectly possible for a home to be a sandwich, and I am telling you. I experienced that this weekend.

This Saturday I ended up in Davis County, a little tired from a baby shower for my sister-in-law and a little worried from a hospital visit. And I was also STARVING. Before heading back to Provo, I decided to drop by an old favorite, a place of food and comfort I haven't been to in a while.

Can I quickly laud my great decision making? Because sometimes, it's so amazing I surprise myself. Stopping at Spanky's might have made my week. Seriously, everything seems so hopeful, so achievable, and I think it is because I kicked it off with a glorious sandwich.

Why is a Spanky's turkey sandwich, on white, with provolone cheese, lettuce, tomato, pickle, salt and pepper oil and vinegar one of my homes? Well, we go way back, me and this sammich. In fact, I think it might of been the first sandwich I ever had, and by far the most delicious. It's tradition. It's soft bread and warm smell and white chocolate macadamia cookies. It's ritual-- the ritual of putting potato chips on top and sticking the toothpick in the lid of my Fresca-filled cup. It's a sign of love and a job well done. It's something I can only get at home, and only with family. The sandwich IS family.

I can't express it. Home is many things, and for me, for this moment, it's a sandwich. This weekend, I was home. And oh boy, did it taste good.