I saw this on Pitchfork's homepage today and it was all I could do to avoid the temptation to watch every single one that very second. In my humble opinion, music + video = best invention ever. But then again, I was raised on a steady diet of MTV, VH1, BET and The Box (anyone? anyone?). You'll note Journey's "Separate Ways" appears on their list. Don't say I'm not ahead of the curve.

Meet your date for the evening: 100 Awesome Music Videos. 

On Saturday I have to attend two weddings. At 11:30 a.m., my former roommate of three years, Courtney, will be getting married. Then at 6 p.m., one of my best friends from high school, Crystal, is getting married.

I always thought that Jerry Seinfeld bit about weddings was very funny. If you're not familiar, Jerry points out that no one likes going to weddings. Because when we get the invitation, it's like "Oh, GOD. Another Saturday ruined." And it's totally true. Innocent citizens, by way of social guilting, are obligated to spend one of their hard-earned days off sweating outside in the noonday sun in church clothes and talking to the people they spent most of high school trying to avoid. What did I ever do to you?

Don't get me wrong. I wish you every happiness and I have great respect and reverence for the institution of marriage. But your wedding day? Not interesting. Unless of course you happen to be the benevolent Maleys, who were kind enough to provide champagne for the attendees during their ceremony. I had my own private drinking game: every time we bow in prayer, knock back a flute of bubbly. Amen!

I know you guys have better things to do on Saturdays. I know you prefer jeans to dress pants. I know there's nothing more painful for you than watching old people do the electric slide. I know you don't have the extra money to buy me a blender. I know there's no one you'd like to see less than that one guy who played on the baseball team with you who always gave you noogies and boasted about the size of his penis. That's why you'll never be put through any of this on my watch. Some call it eloping. I call it charity.

I've been on a creative rampage these past couple of weeks. I finished up some projects and have many more in the works. Here are a few:

This painting was inspired by the work of artist Hannah Jones. I love art and artists, and I wish I could buy some original art, but as my salary is barely adequate, ripoffs will have to suffice. I used a handmade stencil for the circles and just selected some colors that I liked. It looks perfect for the space it's in. If only I was an artist like my sister ...

Next up, we have some silhouette pieces. These two are me and Conrad's silhouettes:

 
I took photos of him and me in profile and used the photos as templates for these paintings. I'm going to do one of Sgt. Whiskers as well. I also did a throw pillow with Conrad's charming visage:

 

Tres chic!

I'm turning my hallway into a gallery of sorts and I just couldn't have this ugly-ass thermostat in the middle of it all:

I decided to disguise it, though not so well that others wouldn't be able to find it. I looked on Flickr for a photo of some sort of thermometer or temperature gauge or thermostat I liked and found this one by dukepowers:

I bought a shadowbox at Michaels slightly larger than the size of the thermostat, printed the photo and put it in the frame. Then I mounted it on the wall with some long screws. Here's the result:

Now it will blend in with the other photos, paintings and art I have in the hall. Voila!

Later, I will show you the completed result of what I am calling the snow flower lamp. It involves hundreds of paper flowers and in my estimation, will take me about three weeks to complete.

Because while playing Mad Libs, when asked for a 'silly word,' without missing a beat Conrad replied, 'Holocaust.'

See why I think the fellas from DBT are some of the best songwriters out there today in Paste's feature, 100 Best Living Songwriters. And it has nothing to do with the fact that I find Mike Cooley (above) incredibly sexy.