One of these things is not like the other…

We received the following comment today:

I’m loving the hair, & I was kinda shocked I found your lovely face in one of my town’s local bar’s flyers
other than that I love reading your blog.
keep it painfully hip <3<3

-Denisse

We, of course, knew nothing about this. And, Denisse, we’d really like to know the name of your town so we can, perhaps, have a go at the “sexual piñata.” This is the best day ever.
The image is below. Let me prepare you… I am never going to stop laughing at this. Ever

The following post is Rory’s reaction (he’s the handsome devil with the thumb on the right). Who was the other guy, you ask? No idea. Another victim of bad photoshopping… which was also inflicted on my formerly 2D digital boobs (I mean, you can’t pull off a Hooters shirt ironicly if you own actual boobs. C’mon).

via AwesomeAllDay.
-Amber

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Original post where our Fayetteville souvenirs go wrong on our Painfully Hip Roadtrip.

Wow… this gives me the cold dead feeling in my insides previously reserved for films by Todd Solondz.The photo is taken from the Awesome All Day Good Will Tour outside of Fayetteville. I’m not sure who the hispanic stubbly guy is but, I’m choosing to believe that he is Diana’s new boyfriend Lorenzo Lamas.
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My Spanish is wonky, but I’m pretty sure the flyer roughly translates into:


October 23rd

“NIGHT OF SOLIDARITY”

For tornadoes and people suffering from tuberculosis

LIVE BOOZE of 8-11

And yes a Tornado can coincide with a tuberculosis, they are the two love lives in the Jungle at night!

Discuss this with your sexual Piñatas!


And yes a Tornado can coincide with a tuberculosis, they are the two love lives in the Jungle at night!

Discuss this with your sexual Piñatas!

ummmm…… wow.

a story involving pizza, a poor sport, and someone wearing an apron – in which i get schooled

(diana deaver)

it’s been noted by others in the past that my brother and i have an extremely close relationship  - especially since he’s almost 9 years younger than me.

i won’t deny that i remember the day mom and dad bought him from the hospital, but we’re adults now.
we’re equals, and i spend a lot of time with him so that i can prove that i’m the awesomer sibling.  

it’s the Ultimate Competition – and there are no Time Outs in the Ultimate Competition.  
(have you ever been woken up at 3:00am by a barrage of blinding lights outside your bedroom window?  then your sister probably didn’t invest a whole lot of time and effort into gathering every external camera flash she could get her hands on, and she probably isn’t me.)

it (obviously) goes without saying, but in the Ultimate Competition, i am the Ultimate Winner.

something weird went down this week though – i lost a round.
asher – with a little help from his boss, co-workers and the Tucson Weekly – finally has one point.

asher’s boss (i’ve heard) is a pretty awesome dude.  
example?  work uniform:  he’s allowed to wear pretty much anything he wants – which frequently involves black high-top converse, short-shorts, and a powder blue baseball cap that says “princess” across the front in rhinestones – as long as it covers the appropriate body parts.

example two:  they have a giant sign in front of the restaurant – on one of the busiest streets in tucson –  where employees frequently post pretty much any ridiculous statement they can think of.

(here’s the point where i tell you that asher always introduces me as his “sister, diana – the lesser-attractive sibling.”  then we all laugh knowingly and roll our eyes at each other when he’s not looking.  it’s pretty obvious that it’s just not true.)

so when asher handed me this week’s edition of the Tucson Weekly and said, “oh, and the Ultimate Competition scores are in.  they’re posted somewhere near the back…” i was able to accept the printed matter with grace and composure.  (i rolled up the paper, hit him with it, stormed home, and then laughed hysterically on my living room floor…)  

a true winner never wants her little brother feel bad about himself.  even if he has to post lies on local signage in order to win a round.

 

the Ultimate Competition: asher’s first point

the Ultimate Competition 

obvious lies.  (asher on right, wearing “princess” hat and shapeless apron.)

(ps. asher – your lies might be on signs, but my name – and amber’s too – is on the guest list for bon iver tonight.  what?!?!  oh, that’s right – i regained my running title as Ultimate Winner of Ultimate Competition…  see you at the show?  no?  what?  you’re working?!  so sorry, buddy…)

-your sis

pps. if you didn’t click on the link to asher’s music already, do it now.  my favorites? “knee” and “your bird.”  maybe he deserves 3 points?  you can be the judge of that.  

 

Painfully Him: The Mansie

A menswear post from the hilarious Rory of Awesome All Day.

Dudes are afraid of looking fancy. It’s not our fault, we just don’t have many options. We’ve been stuck in t shirt/button-up/polo prison since the jerks who ended the renaissance got rid of pantaloons.

Historically, ladies have caught all the breaks: dresses, the unitard, the jumpsuit and my personal favorite, the “onesie.” What’s easier than having a whole outfit in one simple piece of apparel?! Us guys haven’t had it that good since we were wee babies.

That’s why I think it’s time for a paradigm shift in men’s fashion and a restructuring of the way we ponder casual, formal, and work wear. A romper inspired by women’s fashion, but cut for the brawny heroic proportions of a man. A timeless garment that leaves the entire known stratosphere of the onesie behind. I give you: THE MANSIE.

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I picked up this couture revolution up at a little thrift store outside of Tucson AZ, and have warn it almost exclusively since. It’s made up of space age sweat-inducing polyester that really helps me feel the burn when I engage in manly endeavors.

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I’ve never owned an outfit that allows me such stress-free sartorial decision-making. I don’t have to spend hours trying to match my t shirts to my jeans anymore!

Note the accents: A built in belt for the snug form-fitting appeal, six different pockets to store my tools/candy/plastic gloves in, and nautically-inspired racing stripes! I’ve never felt so masculine, and yet so fashion-forward.

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In fact, much like the elegant dive of the North American Bald Eagle, I don’t think it can be truly understood unless seen in action.

road trip – painfully sexy gone painfully wrong!

sorry guys! diana’s been busy with food poisoning, and amber and rory have been busy having all the fun, so there hasn’t been a lot of posting round these parts lately…

this is a fashion and road-trip related true story that was lifted directly from wellwornroad. sorry to those of you who have read it already – we still think it’s funny!

xo

amber and i found something we thought was hilarious at Cheap Thrills the other day. and those hilarious things are called “Inappropriately Tiny Vintage Hooter’s Tank Tops.”

not that this is something that the entire internet needs to know, but amber and i are not very well… padded, in the upper rib-cage area. this was a source of huge distress when i was in my mid teens, but at this point in life i honestly think it’s one of the best things that has ever happened to me. bra-less in the summer time? heck yes!

back to the story though. sorry.

we tried on said tank tops (which actually hung in a really flattering and not-exactly Whorish Thing In The World kind of way, due to the fact that we weren’t trying to squeeze small watermelons into them.) we giggled uncontrollably, purchased them, and snuck them back to the house for “surprise attack.”

last night while packing up to leave fayetteville, we picked out the most hussy-esque matching shorts and white shoes we could find in our luggage.

this morning we wore loose dresses over the Secret (Awesome) Outfits and said our goodbyes to jeannette and will. the three of us – me, amber and rory – stopped at a thrift store on the way out of town to drop off the last of the clothes that were left behind at the swap yesterday. rory sat unsuspecting in the car.

unsuspecting, until amber announced loudly on the sidewalk, “wow diana, it’s pretty muggy out today. maybe we should take off a few layers” and we tore our jumpers off in unison.

see, it’s totally anti-climactic when i tell the story in words. that’s why it’s so awesome that cameras were invented:

IMG_2427see, now THAT’S pretty darn funny.

rory’s reaction was great. pretty much exactly what we’d anticipated, right down to this:

hootsi think this is what Spring Break looks like

but yeah, it’s all fun and games and we feel victoriously hilarious, until we fall asleep in the car on the long ride to austin, rory pulls over at a gas and home-made-candy (?!?!) station/shop in the middle of absolute nowhere, oklahoma, and amber and i run inside for a desperately-needed pee break – completely forgetting what we’re still wearing until it was way – way – too late.

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rory took a picture of that too. note the less-than-enthusiastic smiles?

do you have any idea how hard it is to pay for your snacks with your arms crossed over your chest, the cashier sending you straight to hell with her eyeballs, and the full attention of every trucker at the gas station? how about i share this with you: don’t try it.

Needing no introduction…

men in belted sweaters

Men in Belted Sweaters.
Woven from the same shit dreams are made of.

Internet, will you marry me?