i wonder if my taste in dudes would change if i got a breast reduction...

hmmmm....?

takin the twee gloves off

last night i went to the flyers game with my brother. i made a comment to him about the dj selections at all sporting events being pretty awful for the most part. i then posed the question of "how does one get the job of djing at the flyers and phillies games?"

to this my brother replied "steph, i really don't think the rest of the crowd would be into you playing belle and sebastian during a hockey fight"


i dunno... maybe not.

but just imagine...

watch this video with the sound turned off

(yeah and of *course* it's the flyers with one of the all time best hockey fights in history)



and turn the audio all the way up on this one.




i dunno...personally i think it's pretty darn good. (if i were more technologically capable i would have made just one video and synched it but whatever...)

speaking of belle and sebastian, there is a belle and sebastian dance party at the barbary tonight and of course i will be there for it. i will not be wearing a martin brashear jersey but if i do have enough dollar drinks before eleven i suppose it's not out of the realm of possibility to see a couple of fists flying during "legal man"

the hangover cure

my surefire hangover helper.



i swear...any orange soda or drink but NOT orange juice.
AND greasy diner food plus ibuprofen.

(i wish i had some today)

lost without lost this week

as dusty springfield once said "i just don't know what to do with myself..."

if it's not scottish it's shite

scotland...a small country with many great cultural contributions.


scotland is the birthplace to:

the jesus and mary chain (basically my favoritest band ever),


ewan mcgregor (probably my longest lasting celebrity crush),


belle and sebastian (who gave me a love of twee),


irvine welsh (my favorite author...who i was very lucky to have met a couple times...one of the worst pictures of me ever but whatever)


and sean connery (who in my opinion is the ONLY james bond).




on a personal note- my last name, creelman, is scottish (despite the fact that it's often mistaken for jewish or german) and i was born on the feast of st. andrew who happens to be the patron saint of scotland so i guess i was destined to be in love with this country.

i had a realization this week of just how much great music came from scotland and so i give you these 75 reasons that if it's not scottish it's shite!

glaring omissions: shop assistants and lung leg-both of whom i looooove are not in the playlist since i couldn't find them on project playlist...

the ten most revealing psych experiments

my friend lil megs sent this link today about the ten most revealing psych experiments and i found it quiiite fascinating.

the plastic undead

mattel's barbie turns 50 today.

i know a lot of feminists are against barbie dolls for stating that they set up young girls with unrealistic expectations out of life but shit...i turned out ok and i constantly played with them.

allright allright... i turned out ok-ISH...

however i'm fairly sure my barbie playing days were a bit different than that of a lot of my peers.

as a kid my grandmother babysat me for years weening me on a strict diet of the price is right and all my children. this often reflected on the barbies theater of my mind- erica kane was a huge influence. my barbies were generally sluts constantly doing weird perverted acts -sometimes involving he-man action figures and gi joes who were admittedly at least what? like 3 feet shorter?
ken dolls were either gay (i mean come on! look at the hair! those clothes!), crossdressing (i watched a *lot* of bosom buddies as a kid too) or simply barbie's ugly sister.
most often barbie was always too busy for ken anyway she had her own shit going on with like 10 different careers and having a really cool band-my favorite barbies to play with were always the barbie and the rockers sets (even though they kind of just looked like rejects from the movie pretty woman) and my jem dolls, particularly the misfits. in my head my barbie band did NOT sound like the cheesy cassette of barbie and the rockers that came with the doll. my barbie band sounded like the go-go's and blondie but with more 'tude.
i often cut and "dyed" my barbies hair to have punk rock haircuts at a whim ; blonde barbies were known to be the bitches while the brunette barbies were the smart ones.
(ironicly i was blonde as a kid and as an adult find myself dying my hair dark constantly...hmmm...)

my barbie also had a really awesome apartment so she never needed to move in with loser ken (and i never ever wanted the barbie dream house-waaay too suburban for me).

barbie was a pretty big part of my childhoood and so in celebration of barbie's bday i present to you a barbie that i would still support in my adulthood- basically the coolest barbie made E.V.E.R.!



here's how to make your own army of the plastic undead.

it's time to get things started on the most sensational inspirational celebrational muppetational this is what we call the muppet show

sad and just plain wrong...but also pretty hysterical.

jim henson must be rolling in his grave.








i remember the first time i saw this conan clip i literally spit soda out of my mouth i was laughing so hard.

i sold my soul to rock and roll

i'm always poking fun at my sister for being a mall goth. so the other day she sent me this hilarious link to some crazy christians (really is there any other kind of christian?) denouncing goth kids and rock and roll.


my favorite line might just be " Paul McCartney even produced an album in 1971 titled, "RAM," to show his allegiance to Satan"