Oh my GOD...it's over...it's finally OVER.
Since around APRIL i've been studying for my project management certification. My brain pretty much revolved around it. Hence also why I didn't blog much...i didn't have much to say 'cuase i felt like whatever was in my brain should have been PMP-related.
Geezus just applying for the test was hard (it took 2 weeks to fill out the application and fortunately, I didn't get audited...you have to meet certain criteria just to write the damn thing)...
Gonna go watch a Nip/Tuck DVD and relax, but to give you an idea of the hell i've been trhough the past few months here's a Lessons Learned i posted on a project management forum:
How to pass the poor man's way
I passed my exam today and I"m finally happy to be able to write my LL.
Took the exam in Southern California.
Going to try to avoid writing the usual stuff that everyone else does.
The plan: to write the exam in the shortest amount of time while spending the least amount of money.
The reality:
1. Applied for the exam (in May) and scheduled it for end of Summer.
2. Got to Chapter 6 in PMBOK and realized I'd need more time and more resources.
3. Purchased PMP In Depth: Project Management Professional Study Guide for PMP and CAPM Exams by Paul Sanghera.
4. Midway through summer realized summer is the worst time to study. Rescheduled my exam for Oct. Signed up for the PMI-NEIC (do a google search) online course. It's an 8 week online class where you read their notes along with the PMBOK, there's a teacher, forums, quizzes, and most importantly, it's $150. MUCH cheaper than the other classes out there.
4.5 read through their notes and the PMBOK while summarizing EVERYTHING in detail...because i had no desire to re-read the PMBOK unless i had to.
5. Rescheduled again....
6. At a PMI event, someone lent me their materials from when they took the "official" PMI class...which included Achieve PMP Exam Success PMBOK Guide (available on Amazon) and a ton of other notes.
7. Went through online sources (such as the PDFs available here)
8. Did the little tests you find online (like the HeadFirst one, which i don't recommend...their CPM method is messed up) or in the books I had.
Finally decided that the only way to do this is to just bite the bullet, cram over the thanksgiving holiday, and write it the following monday.
The Prometric Center:
1. They don't let you bring ANYTHING in there. There's little lockers (so i guess you can bring the key to the locker in...but if you have car keys, you have to lock the car keys and then take the locker key in with you). And when i mean ANYTHING...i couldn't even bring my chapstick in with me. I'm surprised they let me keep the hair elastic i had around my wrist. If you're wearing a cardigan, it has to stay on the entire time (you can't put it around the chair).
2. The "ear plugs" weren't plugs...i thought i'd get a cute little bag of little earplugs. Instead you get to use these huge construction-guy orange ear things. They work well, except I wore my glasses and the combination of the two really got annoying against my ears.
3. SPeaking of glasses, i recommend you wear them instead of contact lenses. Your eyes will start to pop out of your head otherwise.
4. Someone here mentioned in their LL that the sound of someone typing got annoying...it was AWFUL. I was right next to a girl who was typing an essay, and even through the earmuffs i could hear everything. Don't get me started on the constant banging of the door.
5. When you first sit down, there's a prompt to take the tutorial. So i started doing my brain dump before even starting the tutorial...after 2 minutes I got a warning that if I didn't start the tutorial, i would be closed out of the test. So...just a heads up...start the tutorial THEN do the brain dump.
6. I know this sounds insane, but writing a brain dump in lightening speed is MUCH harder with a regular wood pencil than with a mechanical pencil!
General topics (other than the ones that keep getting listed on the forum):
- order of magnitude (not to be confused with Rough order of magnitude)
- it felt like half of my questions were about contract types and how to calculate all sorts of formulas related to them (which irked me, i just quickly reviewed them and that's it...i didn't know the answers to any of them!)
- ALOT of delegation questions (thank you PMHub, without you i wouldn't have aced them!)
- no CPM math (maybe one float question at best)...i was so bummed i didn't get to create a network diagram
my score breakdown (they give you a printout, you don't have to memorize them or anything...each main section has a really detailed % breakdown which i'm not going to bother typing up):
Initiation 60%
Planning 78%
Executing 60%
Mon & Ctrl 62%
Closing 73% (lol i got 100% in everything except i got 0% in Archive/Retain Project Records that skewed that section)
Prof Responsibility: 80%
TIPS:
1. HIGHLY recommend taking the free test at PMSTUDY. If you can't get the free one, pay for one ($15 i believe). Best thing I could have done...i barely passed the online exam but it told me the exact areas I needed to beef up.
2. Scoping out the prometric place in advance is a must.
3. I didn't memorize all the ITTOs, but i did memorize the "main" chart of the 44 processes (KAs on one side, process groups on the top). This was invaluable...if not for direct questions but so many of the questions were situational, it helps to see where you are in the project (e.g. if they say "in contract administration blah blah", simply staring at the chart reminds you that anything related to say scope development was already done)...
4. I memorized 25 formulas and naturally the only ones I needed were either ones I had no idea or just the easy ones (CPI, CV, SPI)
5. What i did for the questions that were "iffy": i marked them, then as i went through them for review I created a chart of how many i had in A/B/C/D...then for the questions that I really just guessed, i used my little chart to tell me which ones I needed to beef up (I barely had any Cs and i think wayyy too many As)...figured maybe it would help to spread out my best guesses across all letters...
6. Do NOT get discouraged if you don't get the 80% score that everyone recommends you get on the practice exams...I did awful on them and just used that info to hone in on the sections that I needed to learn. Also, take note of your test time...if English is your first language, there is NO WAY you'll need 4 hours to get through the exam...
7. When in doubt, your answer should involve "informing" or "notifying" or "telling" someone whatever is going on.
8. When in doubt, analyze what to do next vs. rushing off and doing X action
Book Review:
Achieve PMP Exam Success PMBOK Guide: a little light, but definitely covered PMP-specific topics. If you need something to supplement your reading, this is great. Pretty decent CD that has tests.
PMP In Depth:goes from a process perspective, not a KA perspective. Good i guess if you read it before PMBOK..but i read it after so it didn't do me much good.
PMI-NEIC notes/online class: I'd give it a B+...it was nice to have something in plain english to read alongside the PMBOK, but it included alot of non-PMP things, which got a little annoying.
Somoene also lent me Rita's Flash Cards, which i looked at briefly and then realized that since i'll never be flat out asked for a definition (as opposed to having multiple options), i never used it.
I stayed away from Rita's books because i found them to be WAY overpriced, and the horrible reviews on Amazon told me to stay away.
Poor Kraig...he had to deal with me being bitchier than usual, which is pretty damn bitchy.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Great site and being "uppercase f*cked"....
I came across Ikea Hacker, it's awesome. Wish I had seen it before I got a new kitty litter box...some seriously nifty cat ideas.
On Friday I had dinner at Felicia's (crazy good spaghetti, and i'm not a huge spaghetti person), her friend Staci was there with her new man...anyway Staci's a dental hygienist..I'm OBSESSED with teeth...Turns out there's a DENTAL CONVENTION in Anaheim.
Do you hear me?! DENTAL CONVENTION!! I'm salivating at the thought...
On Sat night checked out Justin and Sara's crazy kickass new tv...Sara's the owner of Fatally Yours, a horror movie review site.
The second movie was way too cheesy for words (I can't even remember the title)...but the first one, Feast was actually pretty kick ass. It's a Project Greenlight movie so it's ultra low budget...but it had the best one-liners and general writing I've heard in a movie in a long time...key ones:
Bozo: YOU!
Grandma: [Drunkenly] What?
Bozo: You know somethin'!
Grandma: Huh?
Bozo: You're old! You've seen things!
Grandma: I don't know a thing.
Bartender: Easy there...
Bozo: Back off me, whitey! I'm interrogating her.
Bozo: Old people know things, like legends and tall tales and shit.
Grandma: No... really... I don't...
Bozo: Come on! Spill it! Or I'll get rough!
Grandma: I don't know anything!
[Points to Bartender]
Grandma: Why don't you ask him? He's old!
Well i'm not feeling overall witty and intelligent at this point...watching Stuck On You for the umpteenth time and feeling so grateful that Matt Damon didn't feel like he was too good for this movie, it's so bad it's wonderful...
On Friday I had dinner at Felicia's (crazy good spaghetti, and i'm not a huge spaghetti person), her friend Staci was there with her new man...anyway Staci's a dental hygienist..I'm OBSESSED with teeth...Turns out there's a DENTAL CONVENTION in Anaheim.
Do you hear me?! DENTAL CONVENTION!! I'm salivating at the thought...
On Sat night checked out Justin and Sara's crazy kickass new tv...Sara's the owner of Fatally Yours, a horror movie review site.
The second movie was way too cheesy for words (I can't even remember the title)...but the first one, Feast was actually pretty kick ass. It's a Project Greenlight movie so it's ultra low budget...but it had the best one-liners and general writing I've heard in a movie in a long time...key ones:
Bozo: YOU!
Grandma: [Drunkenly] What?
Bozo: You know somethin'!
Grandma: Huh?
Bozo: You're old! You've seen things!
Grandma: I don't know a thing.
Bartender: Easy there...
Bozo: Back off me, whitey! I'm interrogating her.
Bozo: Old people know things, like legends and tall tales and shit.
Grandma: No... really... I don't...
Bozo: Come on! Spill it! Or I'll get rough!
Grandma: I don't know anything!
[Points to Bartender]
Grandma: Why don't you ask him? He's old!
Well i'm not feeling overall witty and intelligent at this point...watching Stuck On You for the umpteenth time and feeling so grateful that Matt Damon didn't feel like he was too good for this movie, it's so bad it's wonderful...
Thursday, November 15, 2007
The black bear is the best bear
Dont' have much to say today, so I thought i'd at least provide the most wonderful 2 minutes of your entire life:
In other news, i gotta remind myself to get on the debate: who's cast is hotter, Lost or Heroes? For women, obviously Heroes...but let's not overshoot ourselves on Peter vs. Sawyer...(although Peter taking his shirt off in every episode is certainly helping out the cause)...
In other news, i gotta remind myself to get on the debate: who's cast is hotter, Lost or Heroes? For women, obviously Heroes...but let's not overshoot ourselves on Peter vs. Sawyer...(although Peter taking his shirt off in every episode is certainly helping out the cause)...
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Me fail English? That's unpossible!
Well as usual, long time no write. I really have adopted this bad attitude like, who the eff am I to think anyone would want to read what I have to say. But then I guess I realized...this has always been about me, a place to dump my random brain stew, so get over yourself.
I've discovered today that apparently THINKING about doing something is not the same as actually DOING it. Merely researching ways to paint your kitchen cabinet does not mean it magically is done when you get home. Researching how other people passed their PMP exam doesn't make you suddenly a pro on the topic. Pouring over Foodnetwork.com and Epicurious.com doesn't make a nice big turkey meal cook in your oven. Reading about money doesn't make your bank account numbers go up.
So with many failed New Year's Resolutions from years past under my belt, next year's resolution will be: JUST DO IT. Minus the swoosh.
What does Just Do It entail? Well i'm glad you asked...it means, no more bitching about what you want to get done. No more researching for months on end over something absolutely retarded. No more procrastination. Okay...well maybe a little procrastination, because without procrastination I'd never get anything done (well...okay only procrastinating on things that have a firm deadline so that i'm forced to do it).
In other news...and at the same time, Speaking of Food Network....I'm making Tyler Florence's Caramelized onion and cornbread stuffing for tomorrow.
In more other news, I had a blast in Tahoe seeing my Bay Area peeps (yes...they really are the yellow marshmallows you put in the microwave). In case you need to peruse the pics, click here.
Alright, that's enough for today...one must pace themselves.
I've discovered today that apparently THINKING about doing something is not the same as actually DOING it. Merely researching ways to paint your kitchen cabinet does not mean it magically is done when you get home. Researching how other people passed their PMP exam doesn't make you suddenly a pro on the topic. Pouring over Foodnetwork.com and Epicurious.com doesn't make a nice big turkey meal cook in your oven. Reading about money doesn't make your bank account numbers go up.
So with many failed New Year's Resolutions from years past under my belt, next year's resolution will be: JUST DO IT. Minus the swoosh.
What does Just Do It entail? Well i'm glad you asked...it means, no more bitching about what you want to get done. No more researching for months on end over something absolutely retarded. No more procrastination. Okay...well maybe a little procrastination, because without procrastination I'd never get anything done (well...okay only procrastinating on things that have a firm deadline so that i'm forced to do it).
In other news...and at the same time, Speaking of Food Network....I'm making Tyler Florence's Caramelized onion and cornbread stuffing for tomorrow.
In more other news, I had a blast in Tahoe seeing my Bay Area peeps (yes...they really are the yellow marshmallows you put in the microwave). In case you need to peruse the pics, click here.
Alright, that's enough for today...one must pace themselves.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
It's been awhile...
Haven't posted JACK in a lifetime 'cause I'm kind of in a phase where I figure...who the eff gives a crap what I have to say?! Who knows if anyone will even log in to see if i've written...
So some random thoughts....
Congrats to Evan and Liz who both got engaged this week (not to each other....two different instances)...
Yeah the fires suck balls, even worse is that i'm stuck going to work while other businesses nearby let their employees stay home...
I'm jonesin' for new shoes for the fall, but having mutant feet of size 5 persuasion makes it very difficult to find anything...
The shows i'm watching this fall:
Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern (it's the Travel Channel...this dude will eat anything. ANYTHING. Like he'll catch some weird mussel, rinse it, rip the penis out, and eat it. He's insane. )
Aliens in America (naturally I gotta watch this show...about a family that takes in a pakistani muslim exchange student...it's actually very witty and brilliantly done)
Heroes
Real World and The Hills (yeah i should be shot for that)
Gossip Girl (I need my fix of shows about shallow people)
Dr. 90210 (naturally)
My Name is Earl
THE OFFICE (helllllllll yeahhhhhhh! Damn i wish I worked at Dunder Mifflin)
Desperate Housewives
Kimora: Life in the fab lane (To add to the shallow fix that i need)
Hmmm i'm sure there's more but i can't think of any....
So some random thoughts....
Congrats to Evan and Liz who both got engaged this week (not to each other....two different instances)...
Yeah the fires suck balls, even worse is that i'm stuck going to work while other businesses nearby let their employees stay home...
I'm jonesin' for new shoes for the fall, but having mutant feet of size 5 persuasion makes it very difficult to find anything...
The shows i'm watching this fall:
Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern (it's the Travel Channel...this dude will eat anything. ANYTHING. Like he'll catch some weird mussel, rinse it, rip the penis out, and eat it. He's insane. )
Aliens in America (naturally I gotta watch this show...about a family that takes in a pakistani muslim exchange student...it's actually very witty and brilliantly done)
Heroes
Real World and The Hills (yeah i should be shot for that)
Gossip Girl (I need my fix of shows about shallow people)
Dr. 90210 (naturally)
My Name is Earl
THE OFFICE (helllllllll yeahhhhhhh! Damn i wish I worked at Dunder Mifflin)
Desperate Housewives
Kimora: Life in the fab lane (To add to the shallow fix that i need)
Hmmm i'm sure there's more but i can't think of any....
Monday, September 17, 2007
The britney drama never ends...
Fox News is reporting she's going to lose her kids today...
Her management dropped her today due to her erratic behavior...
Oh miss Britney, THIS is how you do it when you're an ex-Mickey Mouser with a baby belly (even if it's pre-baby):
What a wonderful way for Christina to show Britney up for all the years they were compared. Note the use of flowy dress still allows her to accentuate her itty bitty shoulders....as in, just ONE body part needs to be highlighted. Not the whole damn thing.
Oh Christine, what i would do to sing like you...i'd be like Ursula from Little Mermaid...
Her management dropped her today due to her erratic behavior...
Oh miss Britney, THIS is how you do it when you're an ex-Mickey Mouser with a baby belly (even if it's pre-baby):
What a wonderful way for Christina to show Britney up for all the years they were compared. Note the use of flowy dress still allows her to accentuate her itty bitty shoulders....as in, just ONE body part needs to be highlighted. Not the whole damn thing.
Oh Christine, what i would do to sing like you...i'd be like Ursula from Little Mermaid...
Interesting article...
Props to Alanna for finding this, i always dig psychology stuff between men and women, or how our generation thinks differently than the generation before...
You'd never buy a car without test-driving it first right? So why settle into a lifelong marriage before trying one on for size?
You'd never buy a car without test-driving it first right? So why settle into a lifelong marriage before trying one on for size?
Monday, September 10, 2007
Best editorial EVER
Props to Janet for sending this to me...i seriously was afraid i would wet my pants laughing. I highlighted the best lines in RED.
What happens in Vegas ... hurts my eyes
Britney's VMA performance a bigger mistake than her first marriage
COMMENTARY
By Dennis Hensley
MSNBC contributor
Given that Sunday night's MTV Video Music Awards were held in Las Vegas, I was hoping that the show would open with a parade of hookers. They'd walk out with briefcases like the models on "Deal or No Deal." Then when they opened their cases, one of them would be hollowed out to reveal a pregnant belly underneath. Then whatever star was the lucky father would get a moon man trophy, make a speech and pay child support for the rest of his life. Wouldn't that be fun?
Instead, we got Britney Spears' so-called comeback performance of her new single, "Gimme More." Before we get to that dog and pony show, can I just ask what was up with longtime MTV pre-show personality John Norris' bleached blonde hairdo and smoky eyeliner? I thought it was Judith Light there for a second … or Jodie Foster, plugging that new movie where she shoots people.
But anyway, back to Britney. The show starts and the first thing we see of Brit is a close-up of the back of her head. It's not pretty. It's extension seams a go-go. You could almost smell the glue through the television. This unflattering shot made me wonder if Britney was a pain in the rear during rehearsal because someone at MTV was clearly pissed at her. Her black rhinestone bikini was problematic too considering Brit's a few pounds over her "Slave 4 U" fighting weight. It wasn't Paula Abdul "Vibeology" bad, but it was far from good.
I could forgive the ratty hair extensions and the extra pounds if Britney had turned in a good performance but she didn't. She totally phoned it in and it wasn't a very good connection. The words that come to mind are joyless, dead-eyed, way under-rehearsed and Cheetos. And, oh yeah, clumsy. The normally sure-footed trouper stumbled a few times in her gold-heeled boots. Of course, she hasn't worn shoes in years so maybe we should cut her some slack with the footwork.
Her blasé attitude, though, is inexcusable. Britney was like a jaded stripper a few minutes before closing time who leaves her ciggie burning backstage while she goes out to shake her weary ass for the punters one more time. Simply put, she looked like she didn't want to be there.
Which is such a shame because I've always found Britney to be a magnetic performer and a sexier, more graceful dancer than any pop tart out there. But something happened to her sparkle. And the audience cutaways just added insult to injury. 50 Cent looked genuinely befuddled and he's gotta be pretty hard to shock. Meanwhile, Rihanna shared a laugh with a gal pal while the cartoon thought bubble over her head said, "Wow, outshining this has-been is going to be even easier than I thought." Hey Rihanna, I wouldn't get too cocky if I were you. That could be you in 20 years.
I've since read a report online that said that an outraged Britney nearly bailed on the performance right before show time after overhearing the jokes Sarah Silverman planned to tell about her onstage. Another report said she planned to do an illusion with magician Criss Angel but MTV or the hotel vetoed it at the last minute, so the performance we saw was Plan B. I doubt that either of these is true, but I think Britney should pick one and stick to itha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaa...i love it...can't stop laughing..
For my money, the performance of the night was given by Alicia Keys. She wowed the crowd with her musicality, her Gene Simmons boots and a puffy hairdo that looked like it was attached to her headband. Keys ended her set with a rousing version of George Michael's "Freedom", a song I've always liked but thought was impossible to cover because how can anyone but George sing with any authority about how dehumanizing it was to be in Wham? Alicia proved me wrong.
Other random thoughts on the VMAs:
I wasn't into the way the show cut away to different party suites in the hotel to find Fall Out Boy, Kanye West or Justin Timberlake spontaneously jamming. It was like open mic night at the VMAs.
Paris Hilton, in her blond bob and animal-print dress, looked like the sexiest real estate agent in Beverly Hills. You may not have liked her album but she has a lovely three bedroom she'd like to show you in Brentwood.I seriously canNOT stop cracking up. I'll pee my pants if I read this line again.
As someone who's probably never danced on a table or had sex with Kid Rock, Jennifer Garner stuck out like a sore thumb and seemed to be counting the minutes until she could get out of there. Her subtext was, "Please, no one shoot me. I have a daughter." And then she flubbed her best new artist presentation by calling Gym Class Heroes, Gym Class Fallout. What? Of course, her all-over-the-place co-presenter Jamie Foxx was driving all of us to distraction at the time so it's no wonder she flubbed.
I kept waiting for someone to share their exit strategy for Iraq, but male artist of the year Justin Timberlake's plea to MTV to "Play more videos!" was about as political as it got. JT's electric dance break in the Timbaland-and-friends finale was another high point of the show. He even gave a gracious shout-out to newcomer Chris Brown, whose Michael Jackson-esque song and dance gave the middle of the show a much needed rush of adrenaline.
Kanye West and 50 Cent presented together even though they are fake fighting for publicity because their new albums both drop on Sept. 11. They entered the stage from separate sides, met in the middle then stared each other down for several seconds. I so wanted them to kiss like Madonna and Britney did a few years back but I guess we, as a culture, aren't ready for that. I'll check back in 120 years.
"I'm really bad at these," Beyoncé said upon accepting an award for her duet with Shakira, "Beautiful Liar." That was Beyoncé's humble way of reminding us all that she gets given an award just about every other day. I still love her, though.
Fergie won the best female artist award but she wasn't there to accept it, which is too bad because, though she's turned out hit after hit, she's not exactly an award darling. She was our best shot at some you-really-like-me tears, but she was otherwise engaged.
Kanye West wore white sunglasses like Fleagle from The Banana Splits and ended his party suite song on a glass balcony overlooking the strip, with a gaggle of hot chick fans dancing around him. I don't know what the audition to be a balcony girl involved but I'm sure it was intense.Yes Alanna, this is a killer line...LOVE IT!
My favorite surprise was the self-deprecating appearance by Miss Teen South Carolina, whose name I don't know so I just call her the "such as" girl. I could listen to her mad ramblings all day long. I still don't know who won Miss Teen USA but this dingbat haunts my dreams. Can we get her booked on that "Celebrity Rap Challenge" show?
Did anyone else find the frenetic, ever-changing visuals of the show tiring to watch? Maybe that's what the kids are into these days but as my friend Alonso said as the credits rolled, "I've never felt forty-ier." Amen, brother.
So that was the Video Music Awards. Some folks got drunk, Kid Rock hit Tommy Lee and some of your favorite artists went home with moon men. But the big story of the night I'm afraid is going to be the bombing of Britney. Not only has she lost the eye of the tiger, I think she might have eaten it. Okay it's official. I should only be allowed to read this when i'm in the bathroom. It's so wonderfully rude, it may well have been written by Sarah Silverman, Adam Corolla, or anyone from South Park.The only person who came out of that performance better off was her accidental husband, Jason Alexander. Remember him? As of Sunday night, he's no longer the only mistake Britney's made in Vegas.
Dennis Hensley is the author of the books Misadventures in the (213) and Screening Party and a co-host on the radio show Twist.
What happens in Vegas ... hurts my eyes
Britney's VMA performance a bigger mistake than her first marriage
COMMENTARY
By Dennis Hensley
MSNBC contributor
Given that Sunday night's MTV Video Music Awards were held in Las Vegas, I was hoping that the show would open with a parade of hookers. They'd walk out with briefcases like the models on "Deal or No Deal." Then when they opened their cases, one of them would be hollowed out to reveal a pregnant belly underneath. Then whatever star was the lucky father would get a moon man trophy, make a speech and pay child support for the rest of his life. Wouldn't that be fun?
Instead, we got Britney Spears' so-called comeback performance of her new single, "Gimme More." Before we get to that dog and pony show, can I just ask what was up with longtime MTV pre-show personality John Norris' bleached blonde hairdo and smoky eyeliner? I thought it was Judith Light there for a second … or Jodie Foster, plugging that new movie where she shoots people.
But anyway, back to Britney. The show starts and the first thing we see of Brit is a close-up of the back of her head. It's not pretty. It's extension seams a go-go. You could almost smell the glue through the television. This unflattering shot made me wonder if Britney was a pain in the rear during rehearsal because someone at MTV was clearly pissed at her. Her black rhinestone bikini was problematic too considering Brit's a few pounds over her "Slave 4 U" fighting weight. It wasn't Paula Abdul "Vibeology" bad, but it was far from good.
I could forgive the ratty hair extensions and the extra pounds if Britney had turned in a good performance but she didn't. She totally phoned it in and it wasn't a very good connection. The words that come to mind are joyless, dead-eyed, way under-rehearsed and Cheetos. And, oh yeah, clumsy. The normally sure-footed trouper stumbled a few times in her gold-heeled boots. Of course, she hasn't worn shoes in years so maybe we should cut her some slack with the footwork.
Her blasé attitude, though, is inexcusable. Britney was like a jaded stripper a few minutes before closing time who leaves her ciggie burning backstage while she goes out to shake her weary ass for the punters one more time. Simply put, she looked like she didn't want to be there.
Which is such a shame because I've always found Britney to be a magnetic performer and a sexier, more graceful dancer than any pop tart out there. But something happened to her sparkle. And the audience cutaways just added insult to injury. 50 Cent looked genuinely befuddled and he's gotta be pretty hard to shock. Meanwhile, Rihanna shared a laugh with a gal pal while the cartoon thought bubble over her head said, "Wow, outshining this has-been is going to be even easier than I thought." Hey Rihanna, I wouldn't get too cocky if I were you. That could be you in 20 years.
I've since read a report online that said that an outraged Britney nearly bailed on the performance right before show time after overhearing the jokes Sarah Silverman planned to tell about her onstage. Another report said she planned to do an illusion with magician Criss Angel but MTV or the hotel vetoed it at the last minute, so the performance we saw was Plan B. I doubt that either of these is true, but I think Britney should pick one and stick to itha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaa...i love it...can't stop laughing..
For my money, the performance of the night was given by Alicia Keys. She wowed the crowd with her musicality, her Gene Simmons boots and a puffy hairdo that looked like it was attached to her headband. Keys ended her set with a rousing version of George Michael's "Freedom", a song I've always liked but thought was impossible to cover because how can anyone but George sing with any authority about how dehumanizing it was to be in Wham? Alicia proved me wrong.
Other random thoughts on the VMAs:
I wasn't into the way the show cut away to different party suites in the hotel to find Fall Out Boy, Kanye West or Justin Timberlake spontaneously jamming. It was like open mic night at the VMAs.
Paris Hilton, in her blond bob and animal-print dress, looked like the sexiest real estate agent in Beverly Hills. You may not have liked her album but she has a lovely three bedroom she'd like to show you in Brentwood.I seriously canNOT stop cracking up. I'll pee my pants if I read this line again.
As someone who's probably never danced on a table or had sex with Kid Rock, Jennifer Garner stuck out like a sore thumb and seemed to be counting the minutes until she could get out of there. Her subtext was, "Please, no one shoot me. I have a daughter." And then she flubbed her best new artist presentation by calling Gym Class Heroes, Gym Class Fallout. What? Of course, her all-over-the-place co-presenter Jamie Foxx was driving all of us to distraction at the time so it's no wonder she flubbed.
I kept waiting for someone to share their exit strategy for Iraq, but male artist of the year Justin Timberlake's plea to MTV to "Play more videos!" was about as political as it got. JT's electric dance break in the Timbaland-and-friends finale was another high point of the show. He even gave a gracious shout-out to newcomer Chris Brown, whose Michael Jackson-esque song and dance gave the middle of the show a much needed rush of adrenaline.
Kanye West and 50 Cent presented together even though they are fake fighting for publicity because their new albums both drop on Sept. 11. They entered the stage from separate sides, met in the middle then stared each other down for several seconds. I so wanted them to kiss like Madonna and Britney did a few years back but I guess we, as a culture, aren't ready for that. I'll check back in 120 years.
"I'm really bad at these," Beyoncé said upon accepting an award for her duet with Shakira, "Beautiful Liar." That was Beyoncé's humble way of reminding us all that she gets given an award just about every other day. I still love her, though.
Fergie won the best female artist award but she wasn't there to accept it, which is too bad because, though she's turned out hit after hit, she's not exactly an award darling. She was our best shot at some you-really-like-me tears, but she was otherwise engaged.
Kanye West wore white sunglasses like Fleagle from The Banana Splits and ended his party suite song on a glass balcony overlooking the strip, with a gaggle of hot chick fans dancing around him. I don't know what the audition to be a balcony girl involved but I'm sure it was intense.Yes Alanna, this is a killer line...LOVE IT!
My favorite surprise was the self-deprecating appearance by Miss Teen South Carolina, whose name I don't know so I just call her the "such as" girl. I could listen to her mad ramblings all day long. I still don't know who won Miss Teen USA but this dingbat haunts my dreams. Can we get her booked on that "Celebrity Rap Challenge" show?
Did anyone else find the frenetic, ever-changing visuals of the show tiring to watch? Maybe that's what the kids are into these days but as my friend Alonso said as the credits rolled, "I've never felt forty-ier." Amen, brother.
So that was the Video Music Awards. Some folks got drunk, Kid Rock hit Tommy Lee and some of your favorite artists went home with moon men. But the big story of the night I'm afraid is going to be the bombing of Britney. Not only has she lost the eye of the tiger, I think she might have eaten it. Okay it's official. I should only be allowed to read this when i'm in the bathroom. It's so wonderfully rude, it may well have been written by Sarah Silverman, Adam Corolla, or anyone from South Park.The only person who came out of that performance better off was her accidental husband, Jason Alexander. Remember him? As of Sunday night, he's no longer the only mistake Britney's made in Vegas.
Dennis Hensley is the author of the books Misadventures in the (213) and Screening Party and a co-host on the radio show Twist.
Sarah Silverman was right....
Oh Britney! Britney why...whyyyyyyyyy...when you KNOW the paparazzi will be there....when you know they've invented skivvies...do you go out right after the VMAs flashing this?
Damn I just can't get enough.
Damn I just can't get enough.
If yer gonna lip sync...
Now THIS is how you lip sync mutha effas! Chris Brown was amazing, even though he didn't sing a lick of it.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
News alert: Britney lip syncs!
Oh mannnn...I swear, I have all the entertainment tastes of a 14 year old kid.
Now i'm ashamed to admit, I really do like Britney's new song. Not because it's britney...anyone could do that song. So basically I like whoever wrote it and whoever did the background stuff. It could be some high school kid singing it for all i care.
I've been curious all week to know how Britney would blow people out of the water...although it didn't help that all week she was seen eating and partying, two big no-nos for any female artist before a major event.
And then the event itself...oh Britbrit, what did you do to yourself:
(If you haven't watched it, you MUST see the link while it's still up...it's crazy).
Where to begin. Was it the lack of lip syncing? Geezus, just PRETEND you're singing. (Note to MTV: it's pretty obvious that if you don't have a mic and you've got a headpiece, you're gonna lip sync. Copy that to Chris Brown. But more on that later).
Next up...i know during rehearsals you don't want to exert all that energy. THIS WASN'T A REHEARSAL. She looked as bad as I would look if I tried out for the Search for the Next Pussycat Doll. You're not a frickin' amateur.
Then there was the issue of the outfit. Hey, i get it. You had 2 babies. You had a divorce. Life's been a bit rough and your body shows it. Yet somehow Denise Richards managed to get her ass back in shape. Why must you show your body like you're smokin' hot?! Why dont' your people tell you that you shouldn't do that? Look at Alicia Keys. Look at Nelly Furtado. They performed without having to show any gut they may or may not have. You aren't Rihana. You can't wear that stuff. And...it's unecessary. Rihana performed Shut Up And Drive wearing a short poofy dress. Why could't you have done that?
And then there's the issue that you were clearly on SOMETHING. I don't know if it was drugs, liquor, or both...but you were on SOMETHING. There was zero connection with the audience.
The best part was that the celebs in the audience were just appalled. I love that they flashed to Kid Rock, who smacktalked when her performed on SNL the week after she did. I love that PDiddy had his hands in his face. I love that 50 Cent look bewildered. BEWILDERED...buddy has been shot and been in jail and all that, and he was BEWILDERED. I guess she achieved something.
I love that somewhere in the evening Kid Rock got in a fight with Tommy Lee (get the scoop here: the fight details)
I can't stand Jamie Foxx, but he was a riot (especially when he was mocking the fight, plus lecturing P Diddy to be quiet at the end)...crap, the video isn't online yet.
If Britney's gonna lip sync, she should learn to do it the way Chris Brown did...his performance was fantastic, even though he didn't sing a lick of it...but that's okay, he compensated in other ways. Oh Britney, you're not cute enough anymore to do this kind of crap.
Did she not shave?
What is wrong with CLOTHES?!
Dayam. I love celebrity crap.
Now i'm ashamed to admit, I really do like Britney's new song. Not because it's britney...anyone could do that song. So basically I like whoever wrote it and whoever did the background stuff. It could be some high school kid singing it for all i care.
I've been curious all week to know how Britney would blow people out of the water...although it didn't help that all week she was seen eating and partying, two big no-nos for any female artist before a major event.
And then the event itself...oh Britbrit, what did you do to yourself:
(If you haven't watched it, you MUST see the link while it's still up...it's crazy).
Where to begin. Was it the lack of lip syncing? Geezus, just PRETEND you're singing. (Note to MTV: it's pretty obvious that if you don't have a mic and you've got a headpiece, you're gonna lip sync. Copy that to Chris Brown. But more on that later).
Next up...i know during rehearsals you don't want to exert all that energy. THIS WASN'T A REHEARSAL. She looked as bad as I would look if I tried out for the Search for the Next Pussycat Doll. You're not a frickin' amateur.
Then there was the issue of the outfit. Hey, i get it. You had 2 babies. You had a divorce. Life's been a bit rough and your body shows it. Yet somehow Denise Richards managed to get her ass back in shape. Why must you show your body like you're smokin' hot?! Why dont' your people tell you that you shouldn't do that? Look at Alicia Keys. Look at Nelly Furtado. They performed without having to show any gut they may or may not have. You aren't Rihana. You can't wear that stuff. And...it's unecessary. Rihana performed Shut Up And Drive wearing a short poofy dress. Why could't you have done that?
And then there's the issue that you were clearly on SOMETHING. I don't know if it was drugs, liquor, or both...but you were on SOMETHING. There was zero connection with the audience.
The best part was that the celebs in the audience were just appalled. I love that they flashed to Kid Rock, who smacktalked when her performed on SNL the week after she did. I love that PDiddy had his hands in his face. I love that 50 Cent look bewildered. BEWILDERED...buddy has been shot and been in jail and all that, and he was BEWILDERED. I guess she achieved something.
I love that somewhere in the evening Kid Rock got in a fight with Tommy Lee (get the scoop here: the fight details)
I can't stand Jamie Foxx, but he was a riot (especially when he was mocking the fight, plus lecturing P Diddy to be quiet at the end)...crap, the video isn't online yet.
If Britney's gonna lip sync, she should learn to do it the way Chris Brown did...his performance was fantastic, even though he didn't sing a lick of it...but that's okay, he compensated in other ways. Oh Britney, you're not cute enough anymore to do this kind of crap.
Did she not shave?
What is wrong with CLOTHES?!
Dayam. I love celebrity crap.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Well isn't that attractive...
I think some actresses do a better job at hiding their smoking habits than others...like Charlize Theron hides it wayyyyy better than the Olsen twins...but it's still always shocking when you see it:
(in her trailer on the set of her latest movie)...
(in her trailer on the set of her latest movie)...
Best movie sex scenes...allegedly.
So Moviephone created a list of the top 25 sex scenes in movies of all time. Movies I've seen are in red...
25. A history of violence
Early in the film, when Edie (Maria Bello) dons a cheerleader outfit and engages her husband Tom (Viggo Mortensen) in a 69ing session (the first in a non-porn American film), the act is sweet and tender. The same can't be said for a second, much more violent session on the stairs -- complete with slapping and screaming -- that occurs after Edie has learned Tom was once a mobster and eloquently depicts just how much their relationship has changed.
24. Desperado
Few Americans knew Mexican soap star Salma Hayek before Robert Rodriguez cast her as a bookstore owner who helps a mariachi (Antonio Banderas) avenge the death of his wife. But no one could deny Hayek's ample talents (or bosoms) after the sexy, candlelit romp she shares with Banderas. Incidentally, we don't blame Antonio for forgoing blood-soaked vengeance in favor of some between-the-sheets time with salsa-hot Salma.
Okay seriously...wtf. This should be number one. In fact, there's not even a need for porn thanks to this movie, it's THAT good. WTF is wrong with people...number one all the way. Heck, the only reason I originally saw this movie was 'cause in the commercial, there's the scene where Antonio Banderas is hiding and trying to reload his gun and as he pushes the cartridge in and it clicks, he does this smooth "oooh" thing...i was salivating the entire movie waiting just for that scene.
The big easy
New Orleans detective Remy McSwain (Dennis Quaid) and prudish DA Anne Osborne (Ellen Barkin) are polar opposites, making them, of course, perfect for each other. But it's not their super-charged chemistry that makes this scene so hot; it's the uncertain awkwardness of their coupling that makes this one of the most realistic -- and steamiest -- sex scenes ever filmed. "I never did have much luck with sex anyway," admits Anne. We'll bet she does now.
Young Frankenstein
Madeline Kahn, as Dr. Frankenstein's frosty fiancée Elizabeth, comes undone upon seeing the monster's (Peter Boyle) "enormous schwanstucker." She melts with his advances, breaking into operatic song at the climactic moment (or final-final moment of the seven or eight that the pair enjoy). Those white streaks in the bride of Frankenstein's hair? According to this comedy, they're caused by the ferocity of Frank's sexytime. It's alive, indeed.
Brokeback Mountain
While Ang Lee's groundbreaking drama would prove to be the most high-profile gay love story of our time, it was the buzzed-about sex scene between Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger that really piqued the curiosity of more open-minded moviegoers. Sure, the Wyoming mountains are frigid, but their rugged embrace inside that tent isn't the least bit about body heat. Of course, the unforgettable scene also gives a whole new meaning to the term "Ride 'em, cowboy."
Okay has anyone SEEN this movie? Let's put it this way...and i'll have to quote Carrie..."They better get to the gay sex soon..." ...that movie was primarily about SHEEP for the first one hour. And there's only ONE sex scene between Jake and Heath. It's an interesting story, but best sex scenes in a movie? Hardly.
Blow Up
The most iconic scene from Michaelangelo Antonioni's film about a hot-shot photographer (David Hemmings) has the actor, in an orgiastic photo shoot, straddling supermodel Veruschka and ravaging her with his ... camera. Frankly, it's even wilder than his threesome with two teen groupies (yes, really). Antonioni's film was so scandalous, it was released without a rating -- but the arthouse flick was nominated for two Oscars anyway. Take that, MPAA.
Boys Don't Cry
Hilary Swank won a Best Actress Oscar for her portrayal of Brandon Teena, a she living as a he; Chloe Sevigny garnered a Best Supporting Actress nom as Brandon's girlfriend Lana. In one of the best scenes, their lovemaking is both tender and passionate, and Lana's "big O" is not so much big as it is pivotal. She knows at this point that everything is not as it seems with Brandon, but she also knows that no man has ever satisfied her in quite this way.
Okay i didn't watch this from beginning to end and i only catch it when it's on TV...i've never seen the sex scenes 'cause the whole movie sort of creeped me out...not because of the concept of a chick living a dude...but because Hilary Swank is a little too believable and because the violent scenes freaked me out.
BOogie Nights
Wait, this one's too easy, right? It's a film about porn, for crying out loud. But when Dirk Diggler (Mark Wahlberg) and Amber Waves (Julianne Moore) film what is, in fact, this movie's only porn scene, we see not smut (bam chicka bam) but tenderness, from Amber's mother-hen protectiveness to Dirk's eager desire to make it "sexy." Who cares that the camera guy doesn't get his "money shot"? When the scene's over, Dirk's become a big, bright, shining star. That's right!
I dunno...it seems wrong that a movie about the porn industry can count in this type of list. And truly, Julianne Moore just looked WAY too old for Marky Mark so there was nothing sexy about that. At best, the parts with Roller Girl kind of compensate. I guess.
Sex and Lucia
Paz Vega is a waitress who recalls the best moments of her ill-fated love affair with a writer, Lorenzo (Tristan Ulloa), in this Spanish flick. She was obsessed with him, and it shows -- she does a strip-tease for him, they fervently make love and she holds his, um, manhood ardently. Oh, this is why
American Pie
Apple pie, once the purview of moms and church picnics, gets a horrifying and hilarious makeover once Jim (Jason Biggs) decides to test the theory that getting to third base feels "like warm apple pie." (By the look on his face, we're guessing he likes it on third.) The unrated DVD version is even more explicit: He climbs up on top of the kitchen island to finish the deed. But we have to admit, the missionary position seems a little, well, tame for baked goods, doesn't it?
(shrug) more humorous than sexy really. But...yes, best sex scenes in a movie doesn't have to mean that it actually could turn anyone on. Unless you're a baked good.
Don't Look Now
Yes, it's a creepy psychological horror movie, but nested within is a frank three-minute sex scene that is at once moving and totally hot. Donald Sutherland and Julie Christie are husband and wife vacationing in Venice; their daughter has recently drowned, so the two are not in a good place emotionally -- with themselves or each other. They reconnect in their hotel room and show that married sex can be sexy, too.
Wild Things
What's the only thing better than hot, nubile young things Denise Richards and Neve Campbell stripping naked and getting it on with Matt Dillon? That's simple: Richards and Campbell stripping naked and getting it on WITHOUT Matt Dillon ... in a swimming pool ... dripping wet ... after trying to drown each other ... in a film that also stars Kevin Bacon and Bill Murray. One word: genius.
So my big confession is that i've only seen this on tv, which means a good chunk of the nudity got cut out. But i've seen enough of it online to reaffirm why i've never actually rented this: Neve Campbell is crazy ugly, she's super irrating, she's a horrible actress, and nothing about Denise Richards compensates for any of that. Unless Neve is wearing a paper bag and no one told me.
Betty Blue
The titular (heh, we said "titular") Betty Blue (Beatrice Dalle) was crazy in love ... make that crazy and in love. The opening sex scene between her and boyfriend Zorg (Jean-Hugues Anglade) sets the tone for the movie, which features an enormous amount of nudity and explicit sex, even for a French film. Sadly, Betty's amour burns too bright; she descends into madness before movie's end.
Coming HOme
Uptight Army wife Sally Hyde (Jane Fonda) falls for paraplegic Vietnam vet Luke Martin (Jon Voight) in this anti-war drama that earned Oscars for both actors. He may not be able to walk, but in their classic sex scene he proves he can still please a woman, and how -- she has her first orgasm (ever!) with his, er, vocal encouragement. This is how most war veterans would like to be treated upon their return, we'd wager.
Monster's Ball
Leticia Musgrove (Halle Berry) and Hank Grotowski (Billy Bob Thornton) find a physical way to numb the pain in their lives (her husband was killed on death row, her son in a car accident; he's a death-row guard whose son kills himself). Their initial coupling is animalistic and raw, and it's clear that Leticia's idea of feeling "good" is a little different from most folks'. For her searing performance, Berry won a much-deserved Best Actress Oscar.
Best sex scene my ass. It was very realistic, and props for the Oscars and all that...but seriously, it was not a GOOD sex scene. It was a little too realistic, like iw as looking through someone's window. And if that's the window i peeked into, i'd vomit. This is Halle Barry looking like garbage, not Super Hot Halle Barry.
Team AMerica
Leave it to 'South Park' creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone to envision a marionette-on-marionette sex romp so vulgar that it had to be cut to avoid an NC-17 rating. Even so, these two dolls get it on in ways even the Kama Sutra never imagined, as well as the standard missionary, reverse cowgirl and 69 positions. But the best part by far: Neither puppet has genitalia.
I need to see this frickin' movie...
The unbearable lightness of being
Tomas (Daniel Day Lewis) is a Czechoslovakian man of many hats: He's a doctor, a philosopher, a playa. But nothing turns him on like a woman IN a hat, and Lena Olin may be the finest creature ever to don one on screen (a bowler hat, for sure) in the most memorable of many kinky scenes in this 1988 drama. No wonder Prague's become such a hot destination for travelers.
Bound
How sexy is Gina Gershon's ex-con in this blood-soaked debut from 'The Matrix' masterminds Andy and Larry Wachowski? Her character's name is "Corky," and we don't mind in the slightest. Couple her with curvy sexpot Jennifer Tilly, who eventually screws over her sleazy mobster boyfriend (sleaze master Joe Pantoliano) after falling for Corky, and you have Exhibit A in the case of "Why So Many Men (and Plenty of Women) Love Lesbian Sex Scenes."
Unfaithful
It was a tossup with this one -- but after great debate, we chose the illicit bathroom tryst over the we-know-it's-over hallway encounter. Diane Lane as Connie Sumner and Olivier Martinez as Paul Martel steam up most of the flick; knowing that her ladies-who-lunch friends are waiting in the cafe while they're going at it in the bathroom stall is just too hot for words. Wait, there's one we can think of: Aahhh.
Ahhhh yes, I agree on that bathroom one. Good call.
Secretary
Self-mutilating wallflower Lee Holloway (Maggie Gyllenhaal) and her controlling boss E. Edward Grey (James Spader) spend their office hours bonding, so to speak, in a sadomasochistic relationship that's as twisted as it is thrilling. But when Edward finally admits his love for Lee, bathing her in his tub and making love to her on a grass-covered bed, you see that their connection transcends spankings and dog collars. It's by far the sweetest moment in the history of S&M.
Mullholland Drive
Rita (Laura Elena Harring) and Betty (Naomi Watts) -- or is it Diane and Camilla? -- are enmeshed in David Lynch's dreamlike story of love, betrayal, death and grief. That's about all we can suss out on the plot of the movie, but we can recognize a hot sapphic love scene when we see one. And we do, with Betty topless in jean cutoffs and Rita topless on the couch. (Was it the "topless" that tipped us off?)
9 1/2 weeks
Sure, adventurous New Yorkers John (Mickey Rourke) and Elizabeth (Kim Basinger) have sex -- a whole LOT of sex -- but it's the foreplay that gets us all riled up. Strawberries, olives, pasta, Jell-O ... they're all just props in service to the couple's creative eroticism; the scene in which he blindfolds her and melts ice cubes on her naked body does the opposite of cooling us down. Ah, food: It's not just for dinner anymore.
I saw like 20 minutes of this movie, and i really should just watch it...but it's not like seeing anything with Michey Rourke (well, other than Sin City) is worth watching now that his face and body are all jacked up.
Out of Sight
From the moment convict Jack Foley (George Clooney) and U.S. Marshal Karen Sisco (Jennifer Lopez) first share a car trunk together, the sexual tension between them is sweltering. When the star-crossed lovers finally do seal the deal -- in a posh hotel suite overlooking a lit-up Detroit as snowflakes dot the nighttime sky -- it's like the world's sexiest snow globe's just come to life before our eyes. (Note to snow globe makers: we want a commission).
Had it playing once inthe background on tv...there was a sex scene?
Body Heat
'Double Indemnity' and 'The Postman Always Rings Twice' are undisputed classics, but let's face it, they're sorely lacking in strong sexual content. Enter Lawrence Kasdan's 1981 retooling of 'Indemnity,' fittingly dubbed an "erotic film noir" (greatest subgenre ever?), a film that's steamiest scene found William Hurt breaking and entering into a seductively red-skirted Kathleen Turner's quarters before romancing her stone as a humid Florida night gets even hotter.
Y Tu Mama Tambien
Good friends Zapata (Gael García Bernal) and Tenoch (Diego Luna) are young boys, just 17, when they take the road trip of their lives with alluring older woman Luisa (Maribel Verdu) -- she's 28! Along the way she has sex with each of them, but in a scene pivotal to the movie and all of their lives, she teases them into a frenzy in a cantina, leads them back to the hotel room and and proceeds to put the "aw" in sexual awakening.
WTF...they should at least count the Tom Cruise/Rebecca Demornay subway scene from Risky Business...it's on a loop but it's still pretty darn good (for a low budget 80s movie)...
Completely unrelated, but someone at work sent me this: >Look and feel Canadian breathspray
25. A history of violence
Early in the film, when Edie (Maria Bello) dons a cheerleader outfit and engages her husband Tom (Viggo Mortensen) in a 69ing session (the first in a non-porn American film), the act is sweet and tender. The same can't be said for a second, much more violent session on the stairs -- complete with slapping and screaming -- that occurs after Edie has learned Tom was once a mobster and eloquently depicts just how much their relationship has changed.
24. Desperado
Few Americans knew Mexican soap star Salma Hayek before Robert Rodriguez cast her as a bookstore owner who helps a mariachi (Antonio Banderas) avenge the death of his wife. But no one could deny Hayek's ample talents (or bosoms) after the sexy, candlelit romp she shares with Banderas. Incidentally, we don't blame Antonio for forgoing blood-soaked vengeance in favor of some between-the-sheets time with salsa-hot Salma.
Okay seriously...wtf. This should be number one. In fact, there's not even a need for porn thanks to this movie, it's THAT good. WTF is wrong with people...number one all the way. Heck, the only reason I originally saw this movie was 'cause in the commercial, there's the scene where Antonio Banderas is hiding and trying to reload his gun and as he pushes the cartridge in and it clicks, he does this smooth "oooh" thing...i was salivating the entire movie waiting just for that scene.
The big easy
New Orleans detective Remy McSwain (Dennis Quaid) and prudish DA Anne Osborne (Ellen Barkin) are polar opposites, making them, of course, perfect for each other. But it's not their super-charged chemistry that makes this scene so hot; it's the uncertain awkwardness of their coupling that makes this one of the most realistic -- and steamiest -- sex scenes ever filmed. "I never did have much luck with sex anyway," admits Anne. We'll bet she does now.
Young Frankenstein
Madeline Kahn, as Dr. Frankenstein's frosty fiancée Elizabeth, comes undone upon seeing the monster's (Peter Boyle) "enormous schwanstucker." She melts with his advances, breaking into operatic song at the climactic moment (or final-final moment of the seven or eight that the pair enjoy). Those white streaks in the bride of Frankenstein's hair? According to this comedy, they're caused by the ferocity of Frank's sexytime. It's alive, indeed.
Brokeback Mountain
While Ang Lee's groundbreaking drama would prove to be the most high-profile gay love story of our time, it was the buzzed-about sex scene between Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger that really piqued the curiosity of more open-minded moviegoers. Sure, the Wyoming mountains are frigid, but their rugged embrace inside that tent isn't the least bit about body heat. Of course, the unforgettable scene also gives a whole new meaning to the term "Ride 'em, cowboy."
Okay has anyone SEEN this movie? Let's put it this way...and i'll have to quote Carrie..."They better get to the gay sex soon..." ...that movie was primarily about SHEEP for the first one hour. And there's only ONE sex scene between Jake and Heath. It's an interesting story, but best sex scenes in a movie? Hardly.
Blow Up
The most iconic scene from Michaelangelo Antonioni's film about a hot-shot photographer (David Hemmings) has the actor, in an orgiastic photo shoot, straddling supermodel Veruschka and ravaging her with his ... camera. Frankly, it's even wilder than his threesome with two teen groupies (yes, really). Antonioni's film was so scandalous, it was released without a rating -- but the arthouse flick was nominated for two Oscars anyway. Take that, MPAA.
Boys Don't Cry
Hilary Swank won a Best Actress Oscar for her portrayal of Brandon Teena, a she living as a he; Chloe Sevigny garnered a Best Supporting Actress nom as Brandon's girlfriend Lana. In one of the best scenes, their lovemaking is both tender and passionate, and Lana's "big O" is not so much big as it is pivotal. She knows at this point that everything is not as it seems with Brandon, but she also knows that no man has ever satisfied her in quite this way.
Okay i didn't watch this from beginning to end and i only catch it when it's on TV...i've never seen the sex scenes 'cause the whole movie sort of creeped me out...not because of the concept of a chick living a dude...but because Hilary Swank is a little too believable and because the violent scenes freaked me out.
BOogie Nights
Wait, this one's too easy, right? It's a film about porn, for crying out loud. But when Dirk Diggler (Mark Wahlberg) and Amber Waves (Julianne Moore) film what is, in fact, this movie's only porn scene, we see not smut (bam chicka bam) but tenderness, from Amber's mother-hen protectiveness to Dirk's eager desire to make it "sexy." Who cares that the camera guy doesn't get his "money shot"? When the scene's over, Dirk's become a big, bright, shining star. That's right!
I dunno...it seems wrong that a movie about the porn industry can count in this type of list. And truly, Julianne Moore just looked WAY too old for Marky Mark so there was nothing sexy about that. At best, the parts with Roller Girl kind of compensate. I guess.
Sex and Lucia
Paz Vega is a waitress who recalls the best moments of her ill-fated love affair with a writer, Lorenzo (Tristan Ulloa), in this Spanish flick. She was obsessed with him, and it shows -- she does a strip-tease for him, they fervently make love and she holds his, um, manhood ardently. Oh, this is why
American Pie
Apple pie, once the purview of moms and church picnics, gets a horrifying and hilarious makeover once Jim (Jason Biggs) decides to test the theory that getting to third base feels "like warm apple pie." (By the look on his face, we're guessing he likes it on third.) The unrated DVD version is even more explicit: He climbs up on top of the kitchen island to finish the deed. But we have to admit, the missionary position seems a little, well, tame for baked goods, doesn't it?
(shrug) more humorous than sexy really. But...yes, best sex scenes in a movie doesn't have to mean that it actually could turn anyone on. Unless you're a baked good.
Don't Look Now
Yes, it's a creepy psychological horror movie, but nested within is a frank three-minute sex scene that is at once moving and totally hot. Donald Sutherland and Julie Christie are husband and wife vacationing in Venice; their daughter has recently drowned, so the two are not in a good place emotionally -- with themselves or each other. They reconnect in their hotel room and show that married sex can be sexy, too.
Wild Things
What's the only thing better than hot, nubile young things Denise Richards and Neve Campbell stripping naked and getting it on with Matt Dillon? That's simple: Richards and Campbell stripping naked and getting it on WITHOUT Matt Dillon ... in a swimming pool ... dripping wet ... after trying to drown each other ... in a film that also stars Kevin Bacon and Bill Murray. One word: genius.
So my big confession is that i've only seen this on tv, which means a good chunk of the nudity got cut out. But i've seen enough of it online to reaffirm why i've never actually rented this: Neve Campbell is crazy ugly, she's super irrating, she's a horrible actress, and nothing about Denise Richards compensates for any of that. Unless Neve is wearing a paper bag and no one told me.
Betty Blue
The titular (heh, we said "titular") Betty Blue (Beatrice Dalle) was crazy in love ... make that crazy and in love. The opening sex scene between her and boyfriend Zorg (Jean-Hugues Anglade) sets the tone for the movie, which features an enormous amount of nudity and explicit sex, even for a French film. Sadly, Betty's amour burns too bright; she descends into madness before movie's end.
Coming HOme
Uptight Army wife Sally Hyde (Jane Fonda) falls for paraplegic Vietnam vet Luke Martin (Jon Voight) in this anti-war drama that earned Oscars for both actors. He may not be able to walk, but in their classic sex scene he proves he can still please a woman, and how -- she has her first orgasm (ever!) with his, er, vocal encouragement. This is how most war veterans would like to be treated upon their return, we'd wager.
Monster's Ball
Leticia Musgrove (Halle Berry) and Hank Grotowski (Billy Bob Thornton) find a physical way to numb the pain in their lives (her husband was killed on death row, her son in a car accident; he's a death-row guard whose son kills himself). Their initial coupling is animalistic and raw, and it's clear that Leticia's idea of feeling "good" is a little different from most folks'. For her searing performance, Berry won a much-deserved Best Actress Oscar.
Best sex scene my ass. It was very realistic, and props for the Oscars and all that...but seriously, it was not a GOOD sex scene. It was a little too realistic, like iw as looking through someone's window. And if that's the window i peeked into, i'd vomit. This is Halle Barry looking like garbage, not Super Hot Halle Barry.
Team AMerica
Leave it to 'South Park' creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone to envision a marionette-on-marionette sex romp so vulgar that it had to be cut to avoid an NC-17 rating. Even so, these two dolls get it on in ways even the Kama Sutra never imagined, as well as the standard missionary, reverse cowgirl and 69 positions. But the best part by far: Neither puppet has genitalia.
I need to see this frickin' movie...
The unbearable lightness of being
Tomas (Daniel Day Lewis) is a Czechoslovakian man of many hats: He's a doctor, a philosopher, a playa. But nothing turns him on like a woman IN a hat, and Lena Olin may be the finest creature ever to don one on screen (a bowler hat, for sure) in the most memorable of many kinky scenes in this 1988 drama. No wonder Prague's become such a hot destination for travelers.
Bound
How sexy is Gina Gershon's ex-con in this blood-soaked debut from 'The Matrix' masterminds Andy and Larry Wachowski? Her character's name is "Corky," and we don't mind in the slightest. Couple her with curvy sexpot Jennifer Tilly, who eventually screws over her sleazy mobster boyfriend (sleaze master Joe Pantoliano) after falling for Corky, and you have Exhibit A in the case of "Why So Many Men (and Plenty of Women) Love Lesbian Sex Scenes."
Unfaithful
It was a tossup with this one -- but after great debate, we chose the illicit bathroom tryst over the we-know-it's-over hallway encounter. Diane Lane as Connie Sumner and Olivier Martinez as Paul Martel steam up most of the flick; knowing that her ladies-who-lunch friends are waiting in the cafe while they're going at it in the bathroom stall is just too hot for words. Wait, there's one we can think of: Aahhh.
Ahhhh yes, I agree on that bathroom one. Good call.
Secretary
Self-mutilating wallflower Lee Holloway (Maggie Gyllenhaal) and her controlling boss E. Edward Grey (James Spader) spend their office hours bonding, so to speak, in a sadomasochistic relationship that's as twisted as it is thrilling. But when Edward finally admits his love for Lee, bathing her in his tub and making love to her on a grass-covered bed, you see that their connection transcends spankings and dog collars. It's by far the sweetest moment in the history of S&M.
Mullholland Drive
Rita (Laura Elena Harring) and Betty (Naomi Watts) -- or is it Diane and Camilla? -- are enmeshed in David Lynch's dreamlike story of love, betrayal, death and grief. That's about all we can suss out on the plot of the movie, but we can recognize a hot sapphic love scene when we see one. And we do, with Betty topless in jean cutoffs and Rita topless on the couch. (Was it the "topless" that tipped us off?)
9 1/2 weeks
Sure, adventurous New Yorkers John (Mickey Rourke) and Elizabeth (Kim Basinger) have sex -- a whole LOT of sex -- but it's the foreplay that gets us all riled up. Strawberries, olives, pasta, Jell-O ... they're all just props in service to the couple's creative eroticism; the scene in which he blindfolds her and melts ice cubes on her naked body does the opposite of cooling us down. Ah, food: It's not just for dinner anymore.
I saw like 20 minutes of this movie, and i really should just watch it...but it's not like seeing anything with Michey Rourke (well, other than Sin City) is worth watching now that his face and body are all jacked up.
Out of Sight
From the moment convict Jack Foley (George Clooney) and U.S. Marshal Karen Sisco (Jennifer Lopez) first share a car trunk together, the sexual tension between them is sweltering. When the star-crossed lovers finally do seal the deal -- in a posh hotel suite overlooking a lit-up Detroit as snowflakes dot the nighttime sky -- it's like the world's sexiest snow globe's just come to life before our eyes. (Note to snow globe makers: we want a commission).
Had it playing once inthe background on tv...there was a sex scene?
Body Heat
'Double Indemnity' and 'The Postman Always Rings Twice' are undisputed classics, but let's face it, they're sorely lacking in strong sexual content. Enter Lawrence Kasdan's 1981 retooling of 'Indemnity,' fittingly dubbed an "erotic film noir" (greatest subgenre ever?), a film that's steamiest scene found William Hurt breaking and entering into a seductively red-skirted Kathleen Turner's quarters before romancing her stone as a humid Florida night gets even hotter.
Y Tu Mama Tambien
Good friends Zapata (Gael García Bernal) and Tenoch (Diego Luna) are young boys, just 17, when they take the road trip of their lives with alluring older woman Luisa (Maribel Verdu) -- she's 28! Along the way she has sex with each of them, but in a scene pivotal to the movie and all of their lives, she teases them into a frenzy in a cantina, leads them back to the hotel room and and proceeds to put the "aw" in sexual awakening.
WTF...they should at least count the Tom Cruise/Rebecca Demornay subway scene from Risky Business...it's on a loop but it's still pretty darn good (for a low budget 80s movie)...
Completely unrelated, but someone at work sent me this: >Look and feel Canadian breathspray
Afterthoughts...
Just had a horrible dream involving friends/coworkers and betrayal...so...I take back my last post about The Hills. Brody was wrong!
And yes, it's pathetic that my life has been lowered to his level...where a nightmare about something causes me to wake up and think "damn Brody Jenner should stick by Spencer no matter what..."...
That's my Morning Random Thought and Gripe.
Since we're on the topic, for people who can't tell the diff before/after the plastic surgery:
And yes, it's pathetic that my life has been lowered to his level...where a nightmare about something causes me to wake up and think "damn Brody Jenner should stick by Spencer no matter what..."...
That's my Morning Random Thought and Gripe.
Since we're on the topic, for people who can't tell the diff before/after the plastic surgery:
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
This effing heat is insane
DAYAM...i came into work and it was 87 degrees. EIGHTY SEVEN...crazy. I had to snake one of my coworker's fans in order to survive. Everyone moved a little slower...maybe from the holiday, maybe because we felt like chicken pot pie baking in the oven.
mmmm...chicken pot pie...mmgughghghnnn
After much debate with a friend in Toronto over The Hills, I must say...I'm on team Brody. Mostly because Spencer should be shot for his bad attitude, arrogance, and stupid facial hair. And also because....
Brody slept with LC....
Brody and Spencer are friends
Spencer hypnotizes Heidi
LC hates Spencer
LC and Heidi are no longer friends
....somehow Brody and LC being friends is an attack on Spencer? I disagree...Spencer doesn't have a monopoly on who can and can't be friends. If he dumped Heidi, he couldn't care a LESS about LC...it's only because he wants to control Heidi, control the people in her life, and in turn he has to make sure that if person X who can't be around Heidi also can't be around his friends.
Dude needs to chill out...(or as LC would say "homeboy" needs to chill out)...Brody isn't Spencer boyfriend. Brody isn't choosing LC over Spencer. It's a non-issue. These guys are all hanging out with the chicks because of their Bone-ability factor. If LC were ugly, Brody wouldn't even be talking to her.
Basically, it has nothing to do with Heidi and LC. Brady doesn't have to be loyal to Heidi. And Spencer saying that LC is his "enemy" is just being overly dramatic and selfish, becuase by that rationale i'm going to call EVERYONE i don't get along with my "enemy", and suddenly now no one in my life can associate with them?
And yes...this is a discussion best left to high school kids in between Calculus and English Lit.
mmmm...chicken pot pie...mmgughghghnnn
After much debate with a friend in Toronto over The Hills, I must say...I'm on team Brody. Mostly because Spencer should be shot for his bad attitude, arrogance, and stupid facial hair. And also because....
Brody slept with LC....
Brody and Spencer are friends
Spencer hypnotizes Heidi
LC hates Spencer
LC and Heidi are no longer friends
....somehow Brody and LC being friends is an attack on Spencer? I disagree...Spencer doesn't have a monopoly on who can and can't be friends. If he dumped Heidi, he couldn't care a LESS about LC...it's only because he wants to control Heidi, control the people in her life, and in turn he has to make sure that if person X who can't be around Heidi also can't be around his friends.
Dude needs to chill out...(or as LC would say "homeboy" needs to chill out)...Brody isn't Spencer boyfriend. Brody isn't choosing LC over Spencer. It's a non-issue. These guys are all hanging out with the chicks because of their Bone-ability factor. If LC were ugly, Brody wouldn't even be talking to her.
Basically, it has nothing to do with Heidi and LC. Brady doesn't have to be loyal to Heidi. And Spencer saying that LC is his "enemy" is just being overly dramatic and selfish, becuase by that rationale i'm going to call EVERYONE i don't get along with my "enemy", and suddenly now no one in my life can associate with them?
And yes...this is a discussion best left to high school kids in between Calculus and English Lit.
Monday, September 03, 2007
Something Wall-mart this way comes
People have bizarro interests, and some of mine include:
1. The psychology between men and women
2. The business that is Walmart
3. Cultural aspects of beauty (reminds me: Alanna, you still have my book!)
Today...let's talk walmart.
You don't need 3 copies of the same movie Cartman!
Walmart's under ALOT of pressure lately because as much at they try to move forward and stop being a ghetto hillbilly store, sadly...that's pretty much their main consumer.
They discovered that along with rednecks, regular working people (i.e. middle income people like you and me) tend to shop there for basic staples (toilet paper, crap you can buy anywhere but always cheapest at Walmart). So they tried to figure out ways to get us middle income people to STAY at Walmart and spend more. They tried to bring in higher-end stuff, like more expensive furnishings and their "George" line of clothing.
Now this pissed off the hillbillies and rednecks big time. Like the older rural women aren't happy with the clothing options now, becuase they don't want trendy hiphuggers and stuff. And the managers are pissed off 'cause they dont' want expensive lamps to replace their cheapie lamps, because college kids are a huge part of their demographic too.
The latest thing to piss off the hillbillies this week has been the removal of Walmart's layaway program. I had no idea walmart even HAD a layaway program. Layaway is for stuff that you want NOW, might not be there TOMORROW, so you promise to pay tomorrow if NOW the manager will keep it in back for you. WTF is there at Walmart now that you can't just wait till you save the money?
Well people are pissed. Because Walmart is assuming in this day and age of credit cards that people can still buy now, pay later. Uhhh, yes that is a correct assumption. However, the hillbillies are steamin' mad over this. I guess alot of people right around this time buy their Xmas gifts. One lady was quoted as saying that she hopes she'll have the money at Xmastime for her kids' gifts since she cant do layway.
Now maybe i'm an idiot...but either you pay it off later when it's on layaway...or you just buy it later...isn't it all the same thing? And WTF is at Walmart that you can't just save up for? If you have to put your son's XBox 360 on layaway, then maybe you aren't in a financial position to buy one. Or put it on your credit card. Or...just a thought...how about you just SAVE UP and buy it a week before xmas?
And...to Walmart's defense...why should they put stuff aside, interest-free, for consumers when credit companies are making good coin charging interest with relatively the same concept?
The other issue that hillbillies are griping about is the reduction of the fabric department. Yes, walmart has a fabric department. One article I read quoted an old lady having to drive out 2 hours to get her fabric because Walmart is getting rid of that department. GASP...for shame, a company actually noticing what sells and what doesn't, and removing the items or departments that aren't financially sound. Walmart isn't a government agency people...it's a BUSINESS. They aren't there to provide you with affordable crap. They're there to take your dough, even if it seems like a good buy.
Apparently part of Walmart's big problem is that they don't pay attention to what the managers on the floor are saying that people want (probably because then they'd be stuck with fabric on layaway). They also don't allow managers to order stuff that's out of stock, regardless if the shelves are empty...it's all about the quantities listed in the system. Have you ever attempted to get mascara from Walmart? Cosmetics are impossible 'cause they never HAVE anything there...turns out that that's their #1 most shoplifted department, and if the system still says it's in stock...well tough luck, they're never going to replace the item.
As high tech of a system, it seems a little archaic.
Anyway...that's the kind of crap that fascinates me. I'm not sure WHY...i think just 'cause they're so hated and yet, you can't help but shop there if you need cheap toilet paper.
1. The psychology between men and women
2. The business that is Walmart
3. Cultural aspects of beauty (reminds me: Alanna, you still have my book!)
Today...let's talk walmart.
You don't need 3 copies of the same movie Cartman!
Walmart's under ALOT of pressure lately because as much at they try to move forward and stop being a ghetto hillbilly store, sadly...that's pretty much their main consumer.
They discovered that along with rednecks, regular working people (i.e. middle income people like you and me) tend to shop there for basic staples (toilet paper, crap you can buy anywhere but always cheapest at Walmart). So they tried to figure out ways to get us middle income people to STAY at Walmart and spend more. They tried to bring in higher-end stuff, like more expensive furnishings and their "George" line of clothing.
Now this pissed off the hillbillies and rednecks big time. Like the older rural women aren't happy with the clothing options now, becuase they don't want trendy hiphuggers and stuff. And the managers are pissed off 'cause they dont' want expensive lamps to replace their cheapie lamps, because college kids are a huge part of their demographic too.
The latest thing to piss off the hillbillies this week has been the removal of Walmart's layaway program. I had no idea walmart even HAD a layaway program. Layaway is for stuff that you want NOW, might not be there TOMORROW, so you promise to pay tomorrow if NOW the manager will keep it in back for you. WTF is there at Walmart now that you can't just wait till you save the money?
Well people are pissed. Because Walmart is assuming in this day and age of credit cards that people can still buy now, pay later. Uhhh, yes that is a correct assumption. However, the hillbillies are steamin' mad over this. I guess alot of people right around this time buy their Xmas gifts. One lady was quoted as saying that she hopes she'll have the money at Xmastime for her kids' gifts since she cant do layway.
Now maybe i'm an idiot...but either you pay it off later when it's on layaway...or you just buy it later...isn't it all the same thing? And WTF is at Walmart that you can't just save up for? If you have to put your son's XBox 360 on layaway, then maybe you aren't in a financial position to buy one. Or put it on your credit card. Or...just a thought...how about you just SAVE UP and buy it a week before xmas?
And...to Walmart's defense...why should they put stuff aside, interest-free, for consumers when credit companies are making good coin charging interest with relatively the same concept?
The other issue that hillbillies are griping about is the reduction of the fabric department. Yes, walmart has a fabric department. One article I read quoted an old lady having to drive out 2 hours to get her fabric because Walmart is getting rid of that department. GASP...for shame, a company actually noticing what sells and what doesn't, and removing the items or departments that aren't financially sound. Walmart isn't a government agency people...it's a BUSINESS. They aren't there to provide you with affordable crap. They're there to take your dough, even if it seems like a good buy.
Apparently part of Walmart's big problem is that they don't pay attention to what the managers on the floor are saying that people want (probably because then they'd be stuck with fabric on layaway). They also don't allow managers to order stuff that's out of stock, regardless if the shelves are empty...it's all about the quantities listed in the system. Have you ever attempted to get mascara from Walmart? Cosmetics are impossible 'cause they never HAVE anything there...turns out that that's their #1 most shoplifted department, and if the system still says it's in stock...well tough luck, they're never going to replace the item.
As high tech of a system, it seems a little archaic.
Anyway...that's the kind of crap that fascinates me. I'm not sure WHY...i think just 'cause they're so hated and yet, you can't help but shop there if you need cheap toilet paper.
Interest breeds expectation
I started a new blog just for running: 3.1 before 31, just to keep myself accountable for this running stuff.
After spending Saturday in Santa Monica, I realized the difference between San Francisco, LA, and Orange County people....
San Francisco is full of snobby hippies. They wear nasty smelling clothing, but because it's hemp then it's okay.
Los Angeles people act like they know soooooooo much about the world around them, and that they're doing their part by driving a Prius but then they go around acting like they're the most worldly people on the planet. Pretentious much?
As for Orange County...yeah, people drive Priuses (plural: Prii?)...but they also drive their Hummers on weekends. They don't act like they care about the environment or like they're worldly...they're snobs, yes, but they're snobs in the true sense of it: they can buy name brand stuff.
Out of all 3, I prefer Orange County...at least their snobbiness is related to material goods, not a state of mind. They don't think they're better because their ideals are so wonderful...they think they're better because their purses are better.
And that, to me, is how it should be.
After spending Saturday in Santa Monica, I realized the difference between San Francisco, LA, and Orange County people....
San Francisco is full of snobby hippies. They wear nasty smelling clothing, but because it's hemp then it's okay.
Los Angeles people act like they know soooooooo much about the world around them, and that they're doing their part by driving a Prius but then they go around acting like they're the most worldly people on the planet. Pretentious much?
As for Orange County...yeah, people drive Priuses (plural: Prii?)...but they also drive their Hummers on weekends. They don't act like they care about the environment or like they're worldly...they're snobs, yes, but they're snobs in the true sense of it: they can buy name brand stuff.
Out of all 3, I prefer Orange County...at least their snobbiness is related to material goods, not a state of mind. They don't think they're better because their ideals are so wonderful...they think they're better because their purses are better.
And that, to me, is how it should be.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Weekend wrap up....
Did a quickie trip to the bay area...
Will post pics soon...
Also updated my sidebar with new links (Sara and Marlene's blogs)...
Gotta jet to pick out the baseboard for the home improvement crap. It never frickin' ends.
Bitchy and cranky as hell.
Will post pics soon...
Also updated my sidebar with new links (Sara and Marlene's blogs)...
Gotta jet to pick out the baseboard for the home improvement crap. It never frickin' ends.
Bitchy and cranky as hell.
Friday, August 24, 2007
puh puh puh push it...
Ahhh, good times on a Friday planning the horrible commute to the bay area. Getting out of LA is 50% of the trip.
Lately Carrie, Nicole V-now-B, and I have been attending these yoga and pilates classes at 24 hour fitness in mission viejo. The pilates one is absolutely insane..you have to be made of steel to be able to do this class without feeling like jello at the end. It's amazing I was able to pack last night, my whole body felt like it was about to fall apart.
Anyway, in these classes there's this blond chick who allegedly goes by Princess. Yes, seriously. That's according to the 24HF counter dudes who've smacktalked her with me.
This girl is super crazy. Like she does every single class the gym offers AND hangs around after to do her own little workouts. She also sort of does her own routine, which throws you off when you have to look to others to figure out wtf you're doing ('cause you can't always see the instructor doing the poses). She also talks alot to the instructor DURING the class...like i don't care about talking to your friend next to you in a hushed voice, but this isn't a Princess and the Instructor Class. I don't want to hear you babble with the effing instructor while i'm trying to nail down the frog leg thing. And it's not like she's crazy fit or toned or anything...otherwise i'd suggest to her to just get a job there teaching a class.
(Ha ha, the dude behind the counter yesterday was all "I sure hope she doesn't see the signs", refering to the signs throughout the gym saying they're hiring for instructors.)
Every single class she has the same "uniform" with her:
1. Black see-through mesh top.
2. Navy blue cotton stretch pants.
3. A bottle of Perrier (that i'm assuming is refilled often with old skool water)
4. A nasty brown animal-print towel that looks more like a rug.
The problem with the above? She doesnt' WASH any of this between classes. If you're that obsessed with working out, effing buy some more gym clothes! Or use the free tshirts you get wherever! And it's not for a lack of money...the 24HF staff say her dad is a "high roller" and she doesn't have to work.
Which really leads to the true problem with her: her body odor is probably the worst i've smelled on anyone. And really, truly, it's a gym...i get it. We sweat. Lord knows I'm not a bucket of roses when i'm at the gym. But this girl is attending classes daily and doesn't wash her clothes or her towel...put your head in a bucket of sewage for 1 hour and that's pretty much what this chick is like.
So here's my New Gym Rules:
1. If you're going to be Little Miss I'm More Advanced Than You Suckas, then take a spot at the BACK of the class.
2. Do not engage in a full-on discussion with the teacher, unless you have a question about the pose.
3. Wash your stuff when you get home, or bring fresh new clothes to the next class.
4. That also includes bathing.
5. Feel free to do the more advanced poses, but try to stick with the general activity of the class. If people are on their backs lifting their legs, dont' stand up with weights in your hands doing something else. Did you not learn Simon Says in school?!
In other news, attempting to train for a stupid 5K is alot more...exercise than I anticipated. You can hire someone to do almost anything, but apparently you can't hire them to exercise for you.
Lately Carrie, Nicole V-now-B, and I have been attending these yoga and pilates classes at 24 hour fitness in mission viejo. The pilates one is absolutely insane..you have to be made of steel to be able to do this class without feeling like jello at the end. It's amazing I was able to pack last night, my whole body felt like it was about to fall apart.
Anyway, in these classes there's this blond chick who allegedly goes by Princess. Yes, seriously. That's according to the 24HF counter dudes who've smacktalked her with me.
This girl is super crazy. Like she does every single class the gym offers AND hangs around after to do her own little workouts. She also sort of does her own routine, which throws you off when you have to look to others to figure out wtf you're doing ('cause you can't always see the instructor doing the poses). She also talks alot to the instructor DURING the class...like i don't care about talking to your friend next to you in a hushed voice, but this isn't a Princess and the Instructor Class. I don't want to hear you babble with the effing instructor while i'm trying to nail down the frog leg thing. And it's not like she's crazy fit or toned or anything...otherwise i'd suggest to her to just get a job there teaching a class.
(Ha ha, the dude behind the counter yesterday was all "I sure hope she doesn't see the signs", refering to the signs throughout the gym saying they're hiring for instructors.)
Every single class she has the same "uniform" with her:
1. Black see-through mesh top.
2. Navy blue cotton stretch pants.
3. A bottle of Perrier (that i'm assuming is refilled often with old skool water)
4. A nasty brown animal-print towel that looks more like a rug.
The problem with the above? She doesnt' WASH any of this between classes. If you're that obsessed with working out, effing buy some more gym clothes! Or use the free tshirts you get wherever! And it's not for a lack of money...the 24HF staff say her dad is a "high roller" and she doesn't have to work.
Which really leads to the true problem with her: her body odor is probably the worst i've smelled on anyone. And really, truly, it's a gym...i get it. We sweat. Lord knows I'm not a bucket of roses when i'm at the gym. But this girl is attending classes daily and doesn't wash her clothes or her towel...put your head in a bucket of sewage for 1 hour and that's pretty much what this chick is like.
So here's my New Gym Rules:
1. If you're going to be Little Miss I'm More Advanced Than You Suckas, then take a spot at the BACK of the class.
2. Do not engage in a full-on discussion with the teacher, unless you have a question about the pose.
3. Wash your stuff when you get home, or bring fresh new clothes to the next class.
4. That also includes bathing.
5. Feel free to do the more advanced poses, but try to stick with the general activity of the class. If people are on their backs lifting their legs, dont' stand up with weights in your hands doing something else. Did you not learn Simon Says in school?!
In other news, attempting to train for a stupid 5K is alot more...exercise than I anticipated. You can hire someone to do almost anything, but apparently you can't hire them to exercise for you.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Oh say can you seeeeeee
Friday I had my US Citizenship test. You know what's sad? I've dealt with INS/BCIS/UCSIS/Dept. of Homeland Security more often than the DMV, and i'd say the quality of both departments are equal....
Someone who had already taken the test told me I needed to cram for 2 weeks...wtf. To anyone who's taking the test: geezus, just study the night before and you'll be fine.
My appointment was at 1:50 and you couldn't show up sooner than 30 mins before the appointment. Being the paranoid freak that I am, I arrived 2 hours early and parked my car in the lot. Which meant I sat there sweating like a mofo for 1.5 hours in my car.
Got in, was PISSED 'cause i sweat like a mofo in dress clothes per the paperwork advisement...mutha effahs waiting were wearing jeans!
Had to drop my papers off under the glass window thing (oh yes, it's the Immigration way....you never get to just to just hand someoone a paper, you have to deal with people behind windows...)...
Once I got called I had to do the whole "raise your right hand do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth yadda yadda"...then had to do a 3rd grade reading/writing test (I DRIVE A BLUE CAR TO WORK). What pissed me off was the history/politics test...yeah, the one I was advised to study for 2 weeks straight...you only need 60% to pass (got 100%...yay for my brain)...
After that, chicky went through my application, had to say that I would be willing to fight on behalf of the US in case of war...
Alright, so to answer everyone's question: no, i'm not a US citizen. After passing the test/interview, they "recommend" me to get my citizenship. In 3 months i'll get a letter telling me that in 2 weeks i'll get to be sworn in.
Once again, i'm stuck on hold with my vacation planning (sorry NY) until I get that letter telling me when I have to go in.
And that is my boring tale of my visit to the department of homeland security....
Someone who had already taken the test told me I needed to cram for 2 weeks...wtf. To anyone who's taking the test: geezus, just study the night before and you'll be fine.
My appointment was at 1:50 and you couldn't show up sooner than 30 mins before the appointment. Being the paranoid freak that I am, I arrived 2 hours early and parked my car in the lot. Which meant I sat there sweating like a mofo for 1.5 hours in my car.
Got in, was PISSED 'cause i sweat like a mofo in dress clothes per the paperwork advisement...mutha effahs waiting were wearing jeans!
Had to drop my papers off under the glass window thing (oh yes, it's the Immigration way....you never get to just to just hand someoone a paper, you have to deal with people behind windows...)...
Once I got called I had to do the whole "raise your right hand do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth yadda yadda"...then had to do a 3rd grade reading/writing test (I DRIVE A BLUE CAR TO WORK). What pissed me off was the history/politics test...yeah, the one I was advised to study for 2 weeks straight...you only need 60% to pass (got 100%...yay for my brain)...
After that, chicky went through my application, had to say that I would be willing to fight on behalf of the US in case of war...
Alright, so to answer everyone's question: no, i'm not a US citizen. After passing the test/interview, they "recommend" me to get my citizenship. In 3 months i'll get a letter telling me that in 2 weeks i'll get to be sworn in.
Once again, i'm stuck on hold with my vacation planning (sorry NY) until I get that letter telling me when I have to go in.
And that is my boring tale of my visit to the department of homeland security....
Thursday, August 09, 2007
2 hours and mom's wisdom
I was born on my mom's 30th birthday...so obviously that means tomorrow my mom is turning 60...
She summarized tonight exactly why 30 bugs me:
i'm still trying to come to terms about the big 60. somehow the 5 in front of my age felt pretty good. as i said, from now on it's downhill all the way. lucky i'm still in good health.
yep. indeed.
She summarized tonight exactly why 30 bugs me:
i'm still trying to come to terms about the big 60. somehow the 5 in front of my age felt pretty good. as i said, from now on it's downhill all the way. lucky i'm still in good health.
yep. indeed.
To Norm:
Soooo... what do I have to do to get the number of your neurologist, or even better yet her daughter?
lol it's Dr. Spokoyny (I think she's russian, hence the daughter's massive boobs) Time for Norm to need his head checked
lol it's Dr. Spokoyny (I think she's russian, hence the daughter's massive boobs) Time for Norm to need his head checked
Hours away
Just a few more hours till:
I'm no longer in my "late twenties" like my side profile says
I become in my "early 30s"...
I reach the third time of reach the "new decade" mark. When you're 10 you're happy 'cause it's cool to be in the double digits.
When i reached it the second time I started using fancy moisturizer and got depressed because that's the age that, when i was 5, i specifically noted that that was an old age and should need moisturizing.
Now it's my 3rd time, and i'm just one more decade iteration till i'm no longer remotely cool or hip.
You know what being 30 means? It means people tellyou that you look good "for your age". Like in Glamour and crap. No one says to a 21 year old that they look good for their age. But to look good for your age after 30 means that the odds are stacked against you and that all that life has to bring typically wears away on your face and body.
Want to curl up in a ball.
Fortunately, this is always FABULOUS for a great laugh:
I'm no longer in my "late twenties" like my side profile says
I become in my "early 30s"...
I reach the third time of reach the "new decade" mark. When you're 10 you're happy 'cause it's cool to be in the double digits.
When i reached it the second time I started using fancy moisturizer and got depressed because that's the age that, when i was 5, i specifically noted that that was an old age and should need moisturizing.
Now it's my 3rd time, and i'm just one more decade iteration till i'm no longer remotely cool or hip.
You know what being 30 means? It means people tellyou that you look good "for your age". Like in Glamour and crap. No one says to a 21 year old that they look good for their age. But to look good for your age after 30 means that the odds are stacked against you and that all that life has to bring typically wears away on your face and body.
Want to curl up in a ball.
Fortunately, this is always FABULOUS for a great laugh:
Monday, August 06, 2007
Monthly visitor...the Blog Lady.
Well, this might be a record for the longest time since I've written. Basically, my "care" factor is pretty low, and I'm so exhausted over real life to have the energy to write about...real life.
Why the exhaustion? Well first they thought it was my B12. Started ODing on that stuff, got it up, and then they thought it was my thyroid levels. They're borderline "hypothyroid", but still ok. THEN i went to see a neurologist (who's daughter was working there for the day and I was so confused...her boobs were CRAZY massive but she didn't have the hootchie look, like fake nails and all that, of an OC plastic-surgeried chick...turns out the boobs were real and the neurologist gets yelled at all the time by strangers asking why she would allow her 19 year old to get such massive boobs...), the neurologist made me get MORE bloodwork done to see if I had Epstein's Bar or something...
(When I hear "Epstein" i think of Juan Epstein from Welcome Back Kotter...and then I picture John Travolta going "up your nose with a rubber hose"...)
Anyway, all of that came back fine. So now i'm sitting here still trying not to pass out trying to figure out the exahustion. To top it off, the last blood panel i took was the day before I donated blood, and they said that i might bruise...i was like "ahh it's all good, go for it"...um riigghtt...I look like someone took a hammer to my arm. It's effing SICK.
In other news, I've been commissioned to do an informal poll to see if guys stalk their girlfriends' ex-boyfriends as much as we stalk our boyfriends' exes...My stance is that us chicks have a strong opinion about our boyfriend's (boyfriends' if you're really in stalker mode) ex girlfriends, that they're whores. We dont' like them, they're evil whores, and they're dying ot get back together with our guy.
Guys on the other hand dont' give a crap about our exes. They figure, "pfft he's the idiot who doesn't have her...i got her now" and that's it.
Have I scopedo ut ex boyfriends online? Heck yeah. Thank you Google. Google and Facebook and Yahoo and Myspace and....
I've check out ex boyfriends' ex girlfriends online...(thank you Google, Facebook, Yahoo....)...
And once Kraig remembers his ex girlfriends' names, they'll be stalked as well.
Is there any guy out there who has researched their girlfriend/ex-girlfriend's ex boyfriends?Or...as I suspect...do you really not care one way or another?
My most recent life development has been my war with a dry cleaner on El Toro on Lake Forest..i'd list their name but something tells me i'm going to take them to small claims court, and i don't feel like jinxing anythng just yet. I've already filed a report with the Better Business Bureau, and for the amount I want back ($208, which is 75% the value of the dress as per the International Fabric Institute's guideline, which most dry cleaners are members of) it'll only be $30 to file...at this rate it'llb e worth it to annoy the crap out of them.
You know how much they want to give me? 10 times the value of the service. I got 4 items on my bill, which means the value of that actual service for the dress is $2.18....um yeah $21.80 for a White House|Black Market dress is a slap in the face. I spent that much on gas already going there a thousand times.
Quick Movie Reviews:
The Simpsons Movie: It was as good as the regular tv show. The regular show is great...so...the movie was great...but it wasn't above-and-beyond great. After watching it, the next day I got it on my phone. i figure, i paid to see it in theaters so it's not so bad that i scored a downloaded version, right? (and HA HA Entertainment Lawyers...i'm not the one who downloaded it...and if you come after me i'll defy you to PROVE other than this blog entry that i have it...moo ha ha ahaaaa)...
Bourne Ultimatum: I dig Matt Damon, and I can't think of any bad movies with him in it. Even that Stuck On You movie was pretty funny (dumb, but funny).
Much like the other Bourne movies, it's the typical Bourne-vs-the-world concept, but it was highly entertaining. Has a fantastic fight scene that's not flashy or gimicky...it's "i'll grab a candlestick...you grab a book...i'll grab a random piece of fabric...i'll smash you into a bookcase...i'll smother you in the bathtub..."...Very well done, even if you haven't seen the other 2 movies (and what cave have you been living in if that's the case?!) you'll totally understand the gist of it.
And...finally...4 days away from the big three-oh. I know to some people it's not a big deal, but i grew up with 30 representing ALOT of different things, and now that i'm actually reaching it it's making a pretty big impact psychologically. I swear if i wake up with a grey hair on Friday, i'll go off the deep end.
Argh i'll have to update that little schpiel under my profile on the right...
Why the exhaustion? Well first they thought it was my B12. Started ODing on that stuff, got it up, and then they thought it was my thyroid levels. They're borderline "hypothyroid", but still ok. THEN i went to see a neurologist (who's daughter was working there for the day and I was so confused...her boobs were CRAZY massive but she didn't have the hootchie look, like fake nails and all that, of an OC plastic-surgeried chick...turns out the boobs were real and the neurologist gets yelled at all the time by strangers asking why she would allow her 19 year old to get such massive boobs...), the neurologist made me get MORE bloodwork done to see if I had Epstein's Bar or something...
(When I hear "Epstein" i think of Juan Epstein from Welcome Back Kotter...and then I picture John Travolta going "up your nose with a rubber hose"...)
Anyway, all of that came back fine. So now i'm sitting here still trying not to pass out trying to figure out the exahustion. To top it off, the last blood panel i took was the day before I donated blood, and they said that i might bruise...i was like "ahh it's all good, go for it"...um riigghtt...I look like someone took a hammer to my arm. It's effing SICK.
In other news, I've been commissioned to do an informal poll to see if guys stalk their girlfriends' ex-boyfriends as much as we stalk our boyfriends' exes...My stance is that us chicks have a strong opinion about our boyfriend's (boyfriends' if you're really in stalker mode) ex girlfriends, that they're whores. We dont' like them, they're evil whores, and they're dying ot get back together with our guy.
Guys on the other hand dont' give a crap about our exes. They figure, "pfft he's the idiot who doesn't have her...i got her now" and that's it.
Have I scopedo ut ex boyfriends online? Heck yeah. Thank you Google. Google and Facebook and Yahoo and Myspace and....
I've check out ex boyfriends' ex girlfriends online...(thank you Google, Facebook, Yahoo....)...
And once Kraig remembers his ex girlfriends' names, they'll be stalked as well.
Is there any guy out there who has researched their girlfriend/ex-girlfriend's ex boyfriends?Or...as I suspect...do you really not care one way or another?
My most recent life development has been my war with a dry cleaner on El Toro on Lake Forest..i'd list their name but something tells me i'm going to take them to small claims court, and i don't feel like jinxing anythng just yet. I've already filed a report with the Better Business Bureau, and for the amount I want back ($208, which is 75% the value of the dress as per the International Fabric Institute's guideline, which most dry cleaners are members of) it'll only be $30 to file...at this rate it'llb e worth it to annoy the crap out of them.
You know how much they want to give me? 10 times the value of the service. I got 4 items on my bill, which means the value of that actual service for the dress is $2.18....um yeah $21.80 for a White House|Black Market dress is a slap in the face. I spent that much on gas already going there a thousand times.
Quick Movie Reviews:
The Simpsons Movie: It was as good as the regular tv show. The regular show is great...so...the movie was great...but it wasn't above-and-beyond great. After watching it, the next day I got it on my phone. i figure, i paid to see it in theaters so it's not so bad that i scored a downloaded version, right? (and HA HA Entertainment Lawyers...i'm not the one who downloaded it...and if you come after me i'll defy you to PROVE other than this blog entry that i have it...moo ha ha ahaaaa)...
Bourne Ultimatum: I dig Matt Damon, and I can't think of any bad movies with him in it. Even that Stuck On You movie was pretty funny (dumb, but funny).
Much like the other Bourne movies, it's the typical Bourne-vs-the-world concept, but it was highly entertaining. Has a fantastic fight scene that's not flashy or gimicky...it's "i'll grab a candlestick...you grab a book...i'll grab a random piece of fabric...i'll smash you into a bookcase...i'll smother you in the bathtub..."...Very well done, even if you haven't seen the other 2 movies (and what cave have you been living in if that's the case?!) you'll totally understand the gist of it.
And...finally...4 days away from the big three-oh. I know to some people it's not a big deal, but i grew up with 30 representing ALOT of different things, and now that i'm actually reaching it it's making a pretty big impact psychologically. I swear if i wake up with a grey hair on Friday, i'll go off the deep end.
Argh i'll have to update that little schpiel under my profile on the right...
Friday, July 13, 2007
Burn baby burn
Well after years of emails from friends in Canada asking me if any of the california brush fires have affected me...well a brush fire is currently burning just outside of my house...
I was driving home from work, Kraig calls me to say he heard there was a fire in our complex...so I'm not thinking much of it, like some ghetto neighbor dropped a cigarette on their couch or something.
I go into my complex...I turn down the streets...and RIGHT where i turn onto my little street in the complex there were around 6 or 7 fire trucks and 2 helicopters circling overhead. It was crazy. They blocked off that section of my street, and apparently they were on call to evacuate the homes that face the canyon that's right next to my complex.
So I was PISSED because a bunch of us had to park in the fire zones, and the dumbass president of the association comes over and says how the tow trucks are coming because they can get huge fines when people park in the fire zones...uh HELLO I think the firefighters are dealing with a bigger issue than our cars parked in front of garages. Even the police sheriff admitted that he told someone it was okay to park in the handicapped spot, because it was such mayhem.
Even more reason to be pissed: so many people didn't have their cars in their garages (come ON people), and the dumbass president of the HOA had his MOTORCYCLE parked in a parking spot right by his house...wtf, he has a ton of room in his garage for that thing! He saw people circling the complex trying to find parking spots...what a frickin' dick. Needless to say, this disgruntled homeowner is attending HOA meetings....
Those poor bunnies and coyotes got their home burned down :( I scoped out the canyon...it's just a big chunk of grey and black, like someone poured concrete and tar on the canyon. I wonder how it started...pfft maybe the ghetto hillbilly flicked it out of his window instead of dropping it on his couch.
MSNBC article about the brush fire.
Fortunately, I got a spot on the street and didn't have to walk crazy far.
This poor deer! Damn fires.
I was driving home from work, Kraig calls me to say he heard there was a fire in our complex...so I'm not thinking much of it, like some ghetto neighbor dropped a cigarette on their couch or something.
I go into my complex...I turn down the streets...and RIGHT where i turn onto my little street in the complex there were around 6 or 7 fire trucks and 2 helicopters circling overhead. It was crazy. They blocked off that section of my street, and apparently they were on call to evacuate the homes that face the canyon that's right next to my complex.
So I was PISSED because a bunch of us had to park in the fire zones, and the dumbass president of the association comes over and says how the tow trucks are coming because they can get huge fines when people park in the fire zones...uh HELLO I think the firefighters are dealing with a bigger issue than our cars parked in front of garages. Even the police sheriff admitted that he told someone it was okay to park in the handicapped spot, because it was such mayhem.
Even more reason to be pissed: so many people didn't have their cars in their garages (come ON people), and the dumbass president of the HOA had his MOTORCYCLE parked in a parking spot right by his house...wtf, he has a ton of room in his garage for that thing! He saw people circling the complex trying to find parking spots...what a frickin' dick. Needless to say, this disgruntled homeowner is attending HOA meetings....
Those poor bunnies and coyotes got their home burned down :( I scoped out the canyon...it's just a big chunk of grey and black, like someone poured concrete and tar on the canyon. I wonder how it started...pfft maybe the ghetto hillbilly flicked it out of his window instead of dropping it on his couch.
MSNBC article about the brush fire.
Fortunately, I got a spot on the street and didn't have to walk crazy far.
This poor deer! Damn fires.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Scenes from a post office
In case you need to be bored...
So on Tuesday I left work early 'cause I had to haul ass to the dentist to pick up my new retainer (in case anyone cares, they removed the bottom wire that's been attached to my teeth since I was 15 so that i could get a retainer that i can take in/out). When that was done, i managed to get out in time to swing by the post office...
See my ghetto mailbox doesn't accept my key anymore, which is a pain in the ass because anything that involves government workers is bound to be a hassle. Fortunately my actual mailman is awesome, but that doesn't make going to the post office any less painful. On Saturday I went and bitched about the key not working anymore, and i shelled out $30 to get it replaced. And they said they'd call me when it was ready. Which i took to assume, they'll never call me.
After the dentist i took it upon myself to find out the status of the key situation, and the lady couldn't find ANY record of anything. And she kept insisting that i had put something in the "special instructions" box, which I didn't, all I did was fill out my address and that's IT. I didn't even know there WAS a "special instructions" box.
So while she's looking in the back for the status, the counter guy calls the next number and this wannabe rapper guy comes up to the counter saying he's picking up a package, but he wants to know who it's from because if it's from his ex girlfriend, he wants nothing to do with it.
After awhile of standing around, I asked him why he didn't want the package. He said that it was BAD and that there's nothing good that could be in there. I asked "what if there's money?" and eh said "nooo...it's paperwork that she wants me to sign".
Me: "Paperwork?"
Him: "yeah. She's a singer and wants me to sign something saying i'm not goign to talk sh*t about her now that we've broken up"
Me: "shouldn't she have asked for that when you started going out, not when it ended?"
Him: "you'd think. We only went out a month and a half and she keeps threatening to get her lawyers after me."
Me: "Is she famous? Have i heard of her?"
Him: "She's one of the top singers on MySpace...she's the #2 most famous chick on there..."
Me: "Second to Tila Tequila?"
Him: "Yeah. ((Insert name))"
Me: ((shrugs)) Note: I tried to do a search for the top females on myspace and other than Tila, i couldn't find any name resembling the one he said. So Miss Thang is full of crap.
Him: ((shrugs back at me))
Then there was a long pause...while we're still waiting for our stuff...
Me: "You didn't have any idea that she was psycho? Was she hot?"
Him: "yeah, but hot doesn't matter. Personality matters" yeah right "It doesn't matter how hot you are if you've got a bad personality. She was 30 and crazy"
Me: "well if she's hot and 30 and a singer, then you had to figure something was wrong...right?"
Him: "yeah. Plus she says I owe her money for a gift. When we were dating she took some photos 'cause she's a photographer for my album cover, and now that we're broken up she says I owe her"
Me: "how much?"
Him: "Probably over a grand"
me: "Is she really going to pursue it? The cost of a lawyer would be more expensive than that..."
Him: "Well she's got a contract so the recording company can send lawyers after me, she wouldn't pay"
Me: "oh, trust me, she'll end up paying. You didn't sign anything?"
Him: "Nope, no contract. But she says it was an oral agreement"
Me: "Oral agreeements are highly overrated."
Then he asked me about my phone (EnV) and started saying how he wanted an iPhone, I told him that unless you're willing to pay for all the services it's kind of a ripoff, then he got his package (not from teh exgirlfriend), and he went on his merry way.
And that folks, is a Scene From a Post Office.
So on Tuesday I left work early 'cause I had to haul ass to the dentist to pick up my new retainer (in case anyone cares, they removed the bottom wire that's been attached to my teeth since I was 15 so that i could get a retainer that i can take in/out). When that was done, i managed to get out in time to swing by the post office...
See my ghetto mailbox doesn't accept my key anymore, which is a pain in the ass because anything that involves government workers is bound to be a hassle. Fortunately my actual mailman is awesome, but that doesn't make going to the post office any less painful. On Saturday I went and bitched about the key not working anymore, and i shelled out $30 to get it replaced. And they said they'd call me when it was ready. Which i took to assume, they'll never call me.
After the dentist i took it upon myself to find out the status of the key situation, and the lady couldn't find ANY record of anything. And she kept insisting that i had put something in the "special instructions" box, which I didn't, all I did was fill out my address and that's IT. I didn't even know there WAS a "special instructions" box.
So while she's looking in the back for the status, the counter guy calls the next number and this wannabe rapper guy comes up to the counter saying he's picking up a package, but he wants to know who it's from because if it's from his ex girlfriend, he wants nothing to do with it.
After awhile of standing around, I asked him why he didn't want the package. He said that it was BAD and that there's nothing good that could be in there. I asked "what if there's money?" and eh said "nooo...it's paperwork that she wants me to sign".
Me: "Paperwork?"
Him: "yeah. She's a singer and wants me to sign something saying i'm not goign to talk sh*t about her now that we've broken up"
Me: "shouldn't she have asked for that when you started going out, not when it ended?"
Him: "you'd think. We only went out a month and a half and she keeps threatening to get her lawyers after me."
Me: "Is she famous? Have i heard of her?"
Him: "She's one of the top singers on MySpace...she's the #2 most famous chick on there..."
Me: "Second to Tila Tequila?"
Him: "Yeah. ((Insert name))"
Me: ((shrugs)) Note: I tried to do a search for the top females on myspace and other than Tila, i couldn't find any name resembling the one he said. So Miss Thang is full of crap.
Him: ((shrugs back at me))
Then there was a long pause...while we're still waiting for our stuff...
Me: "You didn't have any idea that she was psycho? Was she hot?"
Him: "yeah, but hot doesn't matter. Personality matters" yeah right "It doesn't matter how hot you are if you've got a bad personality. She was 30 and crazy"
Me: "well if she's hot and 30 and a singer, then you had to figure something was wrong...right?"
Him: "yeah. Plus she says I owe her money for a gift. When we were dating she took some photos 'cause she's a photographer for my album cover, and now that we're broken up she says I owe her"
Me: "how much?"
Him: "Probably over a grand"
me: "Is she really going to pursue it? The cost of a lawyer would be more expensive than that..."
Him: "Well she's got a contract so the recording company can send lawyers after me, she wouldn't pay"
Me: "oh, trust me, she'll end up paying. You didn't sign anything?"
Him: "Nope, no contract. But she says it was an oral agreement"
Me: "Oral agreeements are highly overrated."
Then he asked me about my phone (EnV) and started saying how he wanted an iPhone, I told him that unless you're willing to pay for all the services it's kind of a ripoff, then he got his package (not from teh exgirlfriend), and he went on his merry way.
And that folks, is a Scene From a Post Office.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
More stupid random thoughts
So for a serious lack of having any opinion or anything to write about, i'm forcing myself to blog even though I have no topic in mind.
First off....Transformers. I've been waiting for what seems to be a lifetime for it to come out. It was highly entertaining, however there's a few flaws that bugged me (regular people probably won't care, but if you grew up with Transformers, this stuff will bug you):
1. Megatron is a GUN people. Don't make him a jet. That's puts him on the same playing field as Starscream.
2. The level of detail was TOO much...i couldn't tell who was an Autobot, who was a Decepticon, and when they were fighting i couldn't tell what was an arm vs. a leg...
3. Okay I get that Volkswagon wouldn't let Bumblebee be a Bug, but did they ALL need to be american cars?!
4. Somehow a small car turned into a MASSIVE robot...it wasn't exactly to scale. Whenever the cars transformed I was like 'WTF...i really doubt the pieces to a car would end up making it the size of a high rise"...
5. The computer people. Come ON. NO COMPUTER MAKES LITTLE HIGH PITCH NOISES WHEN IT'S PROCESSING. If it did, you'd keep it on mute. It would drive you NUTS to hear those sounds all day. Plus, i really doubt that out of all the people the CIA/FBI could find ont ehp lanet, it's this dude who lives close to the pentagon (and lives with his mom while he plays Dance Dance Revolution all day) is the one who can break the "code" within a split second.
6. AND...there's no gorgeous hot computer programmers that are like 25 and considered the top in the world.
7. Back to Megatron...at least OPtimus Prime looked like the cartoon...but Megatron looked NOTHING like the cartoon, which is kinda crappy when the only reason you're watching the movie is because you grew up with the toys.
Compare:
vs.
So all of that griping aside, it was a pretty entertaining movie. Shia LeBeouf (which translates to "the beef" in case anyone cares) steals the show with his deadpan one-liners. He'll be great in Indiana Jones. As for Megan Fox...well she plays the typical hot badass chick. Which i don't expect her to get overly jacked up, and her clothes stayed on the whole movie, but geezus the last pan of her face at the end of the massive fight showed she was wearing fake eyelashes...COME ON PEOPLE...for you guys otu there, that's the equivalent of seeign Nicholas Cage's fake hair weave up close.
I give it 7.5 out of 10, but if just want entertainment then i give it 8 out of 10 (it loses .5 for wandering off the original characters).
I also saw Children of Men...pretty entertaining, not a fantastic movie but definitely one of those movies that gets you to think. They did alot of crazy camera moves too, which was interesting to see (almost documentary style).
But the true hero of the movie wasn't Clive Owen...ohhh no, it's this psycho homeless chick:
I tried to find a YouTube video of her going beserk but i couldn't find anything. When Theo (Clive Owen) is being attacked and you think he's done for, crazy HomelessChick comes out of NOWHERE and whacks him with a big flintstones' size bone...chicky needs her own movie.
Alot of tv shows wrapped up and some are starting anew. 4400 finally kicked off, and I'm eagerly anticipating Scott Baio is 45...and single and Brett Michael's Rock of Love. Plus I just saw a commercial for a show called I Hate My 30s. Fabulous summer indeed.
In other random news, still trying to nail down a flooring guy (ha ha...get the pun...haaa...)...our carpets are jacked up to the nth degree.
And that's pretty much it. Home improvement mode. TV watching mode. Oh and I've got my Citizenship test on August 17th or somethingl ike that. I just love using my vacation days to sit in a government building (without a cell phone) to be grilled on history questions and personal questions like i'm on trial.
First off....Transformers. I've been waiting for what seems to be a lifetime for it to come out. It was highly entertaining, however there's a few flaws that bugged me (regular people probably won't care, but if you grew up with Transformers, this stuff will bug you):
1. Megatron is a GUN people. Don't make him a jet. That's puts him on the same playing field as Starscream.
2. The level of detail was TOO much...i couldn't tell who was an Autobot, who was a Decepticon, and when they were fighting i couldn't tell what was an arm vs. a leg...
3. Okay I get that Volkswagon wouldn't let Bumblebee be a Bug, but did they ALL need to be american cars?!
4. Somehow a small car turned into a MASSIVE robot...it wasn't exactly to scale. Whenever the cars transformed I was like 'WTF...i really doubt the pieces to a car would end up making it the size of a high rise"...
5. The computer people. Come ON. NO COMPUTER MAKES LITTLE HIGH PITCH NOISES WHEN IT'S PROCESSING. If it did, you'd keep it on mute. It would drive you NUTS to hear those sounds all day. Plus, i really doubt that out of all the people the CIA/FBI could find ont ehp lanet, it's this dude who lives close to the pentagon (and lives with his mom while he plays Dance Dance Revolution all day) is the one who can break the "code" within a split second.
6. AND...there's no gorgeous hot computer programmers that are like 25 and considered the top in the world.
7. Back to Megatron...at least OPtimus Prime looked like the cartoon...but Megatron looked NOTHING like the cartoon, which is kinda crappy when the only reason you're watching the movie is because you grew up with the toys.
Compare:
vs.
So all of that griping aside, it was a pretty entertaining movie. Shia LeBeouf (which translates to "the beef" in case anyone cares) steals the show with his deadpan one-liners. He'll be great in Indiana Jones. As for Megan Fox...well she plays the typical hot badass chick. Which i don't expect her to get overly jacked up, and her clothes stayed on the whole movie, but geezus the last pan of her face at the end of the massive fight showed she was wearing fake eyelashes...COME ON PEOPLE...for you guys otu there, that's the equivalent of seeign Nicholas Cage's fake hair weave up close.
I give it 7.5 out of 10, but if just want entertainment then i give it 8 out of 10 (it loses .5 for wandering off the original characters).
I also saw Children of Men...pretty entertaining, not a fantastic movie but definitely one of those movies that gets you to think. They did alot of crazy camera moves too, which was interesting to see (almost documentary style).
But the true hero of the movie wasn't Clive Owen...ohhh no, it's this psycho homeless chick:
I tried to find a YouTube video of her going beserk but i couldn't find anything. When Theo (Clive Owen) is being attacked and you think he's done for, crazy HomelessChick comes out of NOWHERE and whacks him with a big flintstones' size bone...chicky needs her own movie.
Alot of tv shows wrapped up and some are starting anew. 4400 finally kicked off, and I'm eagerly anticipating Scott Baio is 45...and single and Brett Michael's Rock of Love. Plus I just saw a commercial for a show called I Hate My 30s. Fabulous summer indeed.
In other random news, still trying to nail down a flooring guy (ha ha...get the pun...haaa...)...our carpets are jacked up to the nth degree.
And that's pretty much it. Home improvement mode. TV watching mode. Oh and I've got my Citizenship test on August 17th or somethingl ike that. I just love using my vacation days to sit in a government building (without a cell phone) to be grilled on history questions and personal questions like i'm on trial.
Monday, July 02, 2007
That's what she said...
Yes, it's been a lifetime since i've written. Mostly 'cause i haven't had much to say. ("They come mostly at night. Mostly.")
Last night I got my tv watching on with Carrie and Nicole...Carrie stuck around to watch the 1st episode of the UK version of The Office. The US one is almost play-by-play off the British one, but dang it was hard to understand their language. Instead of saying "layoffs" they say "redundancies".
Anyway so I scoped it out online, and turns out there's a trillion other Offices out there.
First we have the "true" first episode, the British one:
Now compare against the US version:
Jim kicks ass, no matter what country he's in.
Now the French (France French, not Canadian French) version, which somehow replaces the jello with cheese...I guess jello isn't a common dessert in France?
Le Bureau (which translates verbatum to "the desk" but I guess that's another word for office as well...):
Now I have no idea if the Quebecois version ever did the jello/cheese shtick, 'cause I guess it was only on some random subscription station and only in January got aired on other channels, so searching for it is brutal on You Tube ('cause it's called "La Job" (which yes, means, The Job) ends up with mostly Steve Jobs Apple crap):
And finally, the German version, which started off not being The Office (it's an insurance company, not a paper company) but the British Office people sued the Stromberg people 'cause it's pretty obvious even without understanding the language who is Michael, Jim, and Dwight (or David, british Jim, and Gareth):
And there you have it. The more you know.
Last night I got my tv watching on with Carrie and Nicole...Carrie stuck around to watch the 1st episode of the UK version of The Office. The US one is almost play-by-play off the British one, but dang it was hard to understand their language. Instead of saying "layoffs" they say "redundancies".
Anyway so I scoped it out online, and turns out there's a trillion other Offices out there.
First we have the "true" first episode, the British one:
Now compare against the US version:
Jim kicks ass, no matter what country he's in.
Now the French (France French, not Canadian French) version, which somehow replaces the jello with cheese...I guess jello isn't a common dessert in France?
Le Bureau (which translates verbatum to "the desk" but I guess that's another word for office as well...):
Now I have no idea if the Quebecois version ever did the jello/cheese shtick, 'cause I guess it was only on some random subscription station and only in January got aired on other channels, so searching for it is brutal on You Tube ('cause it's called "La Job" (which yes, means, The Job) ends up with mostly Steve Jobs Apple crap):
And finally, the German version, which started off not being The Office (it's an insurance company, not a paper company) but the British Office people sued the Stromberg people 'cause it's pretty obvious even without understanding the language who is Michael, Jim, and Dwight (or David, british Jim, and Gareth):
And there you have it. The more you know.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Blog link
By request :)
Blog: The OC Mama
Post: Baby Elias Auctions
http://stephrenee.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby-elias-auctions.html
Blog: The OC Mama
Post: Baby Elias Auctions
http://stephrenee.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby-elias-auctions.html
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
My new mantra....
Not that I enjoy admitting that I read chick lit, but Undomestic Goddess (Sophie Kinsella) was a pretty funny quick read. There's a passage from it that has become my new outlook on life:
If I've learned one lesson from all that's happened to me, it's that there is no such as the biggest mistake of your existence. There's no such thing as ruining your life. Life's pretty resilient thing, it turns out
I'm the type to dwell on the past, to dwell on wrongdoings, to dwell on issues with people from decades ago...it was like being slapped in the face of reality. Simple, common sense, yet brilliant.
Let's see what else is up...
Somehow my "to do" list has gotten huge, and on that list is email EVERYONE that i owe an email to...my chicks from San Jose (Wendy, Marlene, Jen, Jeana, Marcella...)...including Shelly....gotta email Suzanne...some of the chicks I've recently met here...a billion people in Ottawa (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRYAN! YOUR TEXT ALMOST MADE ME CRY!)...
Tonight I decided to tackle the garden. Or really, the ghetto chunk of mud in my backyard that is a pitiful excuse for a garden. Seriously, the amount of mud that i've got is equivalent to the size of a baby crib. But every winter I tend to neglect the life going on out there and by spring it's like some frickin' nature preserve back there.
2 years ago my mom came and visited, she cut my plants down to barely anything. I screamed at her that she had ruined everything because there were no leaves and plants need leaves for photosynthesis, blah blah (yeah way to use elementary school science class....25 years later...)...well turns out, Mom was right...you gotta snip that crap in order to encourage new growth....
Well anyway I hadn't done much to it since my mom chopped it up...and now i'm like "mother effer, when did this stuff get so insane"...
The previous owners had a bit of mint planted...have you ever seen mint? It's pretty easy to rip out if you get at it soon enough...riiigghtt....who knew that mint stems can actually turn to BARK?! That's just crazy talk!
So the sun was setting and I wanted to get a start on chopping up the madness growing out there, and while I was hacking away at the lavender (which is like chopping Medusa's hair) I remembered something a coworker told me today...that rats hang out in Home Depot's plant sections...and I thought of Morris the Rat and how maybe his thug cousins wanted to come back to mess me up...so I'm on my knees pruning away at this crazy bush (hmmm that can be taken out of context i'm sure) and the entire time I'm freaking out that a bunch of rats are going to scurry out and maul me.
In quick tv wrap up:
Marlene: so sad that they canceled What About Brian!
Hell's Kitchen started up again, I forgot how brilliant that show is. One dude keeps CRYING even before anything even's started.
You're CRYING? There's no crying in baseball...err...cooking!
Flavor of Love's Charm School just gets better and better. In fact, I nominate this week's episode for an Emmy. Brooke (aka Pumkin yes spelled that way aka The Chick Who Spit on NewYork) became slutatious at the Charm School prom night. The task: weed out all the scumbags and mama's boys to find the one true Renaissance Man. Brooke's tactic: flat out asking the guy's whether they like to f*ck or make love, whether they agree that more than a mouthful is a waste, blah blah....girl is quite possibly the dumbest whore to exist. And she's one of the few with a degree...a teaching degree!
I'm super excited for Confessions of a Matchmaker, on A&E. In another world, I would have studied the psychology between men and women. So far, the commercials hint at exactly that. Kah-toe-mahhh tay!
In case anyone is as immature as I am and might care: Frankie from Real World: San Diego died! Dang!
And to wrap this up...I went to the Life Celebration (i.e. Memorial Service) for Gina this past weekend...in case anyone ever met her or remembered me talking about her...she was one of the few genuine and sweetest people I've ever been lucky enough to have in my life.
If I've learned one lesson from all that's happened to me, it's that there is no such as the biggest mistake of your existence. There's no such thing as ruining your life. Life's pretty resilient thing, it turns out
I'm the type to dwell on the past, to dwell on wrongdoings, to dwell on issues with people from decades ago...it was like being slapped in the face of reality. Simple, common sense, yet brilliant.
Let's see what else is up...
Somehow my "to do" list has gotten huge, and on that list is email EVERYONE that i owe an email to...my chicks from San Jose (Wendy, Marlene, Jen, Jeana, Marcella...)...including Shelly....gotta email Suzanne...some of the chicks I've recently met here...a billion people in Ottawa (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRYAN! YOUR TEXT ALMOST MADE ME CRY!)...
Tonight I decided to tackle the garden. Or really, the ghetto chunk of mud in my backyard that is a pitiful excuse for a garden. Seriously, the amount of mud that i've got is equivalent to the size of a baby crib. But every winter I tend to neglect the life going on out there and by spring it's like some frickin' nature preserve back there.
2 years ago my mom came and visited, she cut my plants down to barely anything. I screamed at her that she had ruined everything because there were no leaves and plants need leaves for photosynthesis, blah blah (yeah way to use elementary school science class....25 years later...)...well turns out, Mom was right...you gotta snip that crap in order to encourage new growth....
Well anyway I hadn't done much to it since my mom chopped it up...and now i'm like "mother effer, when did this stuff get so insane"...
The previous owners had a bit of mint planted...have you ever seen mint? It's pretty easy to rip out if you get at it soon enough...riiigghtt....who knew that mint stems can actually turn to BARK?! That's just crazy talk!
So the sun was setting and I wanted to get a start on chopping up the madness growing out there, and while I was hacking away at the lavender (which is like chopping Medusa's hair) I remembered something a coworker told me today...that rats hang out in Home Depot's plant sections...and I thought of Morris the Rat and how maybe his thug cousins wanted to come back to mess me up...so I'm on my knees pruning away at this crazy bush (hmmm that can be taken out of context i'm sure) and the entire time I'm freaking out that a bunch of rats are going to scurry out and maul me.
In quick tv wrap up:
Marlene: so sad that they canceled What About Brian!
Hell's Kitchen started up again, I forgot how brilliant that show is. One dude keeps CRYING even before anything even's started.
You're CRYING? There's no crying in baseball...err...cooking!
Flavor of Love's Charm School just gets better and better. In fact, I nominate this week's episode for an Emmy. Brooke (aka Pumkin yes spelled that way aka The Chick Who Spit on NewYork) became slutatious at the Charm School prom night. The task: weed out all the scumbags and mama's boys to find the one true Renaissance Man. Brooke's tactic: flat out asking the guy's whether they like to f*ck or make love, whether they agree that more than a mouthful is a waste, blah blah....girl is quite possibly the dumbest whore to exist. And she's one of the few with a degree...a teaching degree!
I'm super excited for Confessions of a Matchmaker, on A&E. In another world, I would have studied the psychology between men and women. So far, the commercials hint at exactly that. Kah-toe-mahhh tay!
In case anyone is as immature as I am and might care: Frankie from Real World: San Diego died! Dang!
And to wrap this up...I went to the Life Celebration (i.e. Memorial Service) for Gina this past weekend...in case anyone ever met her or remembered me talking about her...she was one of the few genuine and sweetest people I've ever been lucky enough to have in my life.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Spend a night in Paris
By now the whole world knows Paris Hilton got out early.
And the whole world is pretty much pissed (except for Paris and Kathy of course).
Is this the alleged rash?
I'm actually livid. Full on, angry, vein-popping-out-of-my-head livid.
There's nothing I could write here that hasn't already been said all over the web. Saying that she's already served 5 days (why, 'cause she checked in 2 minutes early Sunday night?! WTF is that about?! And then getting out the morning of the 5th day?!) is already a slap in the face of...well everyone who pays taxes for LA County (I don't, but dammit, i live close enough for it to make a difference).
I am absolutely floored that so far no prison guards or county medical people or ANYONE from the "inside" hasn't leaked the truth. I really would rather have had them say that she's a celebrity and she got out because she cried. I'd feel less insulted.
There is NO medical condition that would stop her from being in jail. There's women who are pregnant and give BIRTH in prison. And this alleged rash...how does being at home help it? Oh, the uniforms aren't rinsed in fabric softener? No kidding, that's why jail is punishment.
Other sources say it was purely psychological, that she couldn't hack it in prison and was pretty much having a nervous breakdown. She had her own private cell for eff's sake. Her version of prison is what people on the outside live each day.
Then there's the issue of food. She complained to her family daily that the hot dogs and jello were just nasty.Well...once again...hence why it's called PRISON. I'd hate eating prison hot dogs too. (well, actually i like hot dogs, but i'm guessing prison hot dogs are made of mystery meat). But that's also why I don't effing drive with a DUI or with a suspended license! 'Cause I don't want itchy orange jumpsuits, unknown-meat hot dogs, and metal toilets.
I gotta see if I can write to whatever department is in charge of this. Maybe I can call their PR person, Steve Whitmore. Maybe I can call and just harass the crap out of them. Either way, if I don't do something, i'll end up with an unspecified medical condition.
And the whole world is pretty much pissed (except for Paris and Kathy of course).
Is this the alleged rash?
I'm actually livid. Full on, angry, vein-popping-out-of-my-head livid.
There's nothing I could write here that hasn't already been said all over the web. Saying that she's already served 5 days (why, 'cause she checked in 2 minutes early Sunday night?! WTF is that about?! And then getting out the morning of the 5th day?!) is already a slap in the face of...well everyone who pays taxes for LA County (I don't, but dammit, i live close enough for it to make a difference).
I am absolutely floored that so far no prison guards or county medical people or ANYONE from the "inside" hasn't leaked the truth. I really would rather have had them say that she's a celebrity and she got out because she cried. I'd feel less insulted.
There is NO medical condition that would stop her from being in jail. There's women who are pregnant and give BIRTH in prison. And this alleged rash...how does being at home help it? Oh, the uniforms aren't rinsed in fabric softener? No kidding, that's why jail is punishment.
Other sources say it was purely psychological, that she couldn't hack it in prison and was pretty much having a nervous breakdown. She had her own private cell for eff's sake. Her version of prison is what people on the outside live each day.
Then there's the issue of food. She complained to her family daily that the hot dogs and jello were just nasty.Well...once again...hence why it's called PRISON. I'd hate eating prison hot dogs too. (well, actually i like hot dogs, but i'm guessing prison hot dogs are made of mystery meat). But that's also why I don't effing drive with a DUI or with a suspended license! 'Cause I don't want itchy orange jumpsuits, unknown-meat hot dogs, and metal toilets.
I gotta see if I can write to whatever department is in charge of this. Maybe I can call their PR person, Steve Whitmore. Maybe I can call and just harass the crap out of them. Either way, if I don't do something, i'll end up with an unspecified medical condition.
Friday, June 01, 2007
You are a running queen, young and sweet, only seventeen....
Good luck to Carrie who's got her crazy ass long marathon this weekend.
Go Sens...no really...c'mon Sens! GO DAMMIT!
I've spent the past 7 years getting ripped on for being Canadian, and every week I hear some retarded comment coming from someone like it was the first time I've heard their moronic wisecrack.
Dear Americans: I've heard EVERYTHING already. All it does is annoy me NOT because of the comment, but because it's boring me to tears hearing all the wisecracks.
In other news, mutha effing Senators, i NEED you to win. You don't understand. The last barrage of wisecracks come from coworkers and rather than go on about how they can shove the Ducks up their ass, I'd rather bring my Sens towel to work with pride and say "yeah...you may own alotta things...but Canadians live eat breathe hockey!"....
From "best of" craigslist (I'd give credit to the poster, but there was obviously no name or email addy to give credit to) for this:
Dear Anaheim resident who posted on Ottawa.craigslist in Rants and Raves,
Re: your posting entitled "hockey?"
Thank you soooo much for your lovely posting about the upcoming Ducks/Sens finals. Your instincts are spot on, of course, for Canadians love to be belittled by Americans not only with respect to our national pastime but on the grounds of our mere existence as well!
It was so considerate of you to get up on your Southern California soapbox in an attempt to inform your poor, deprived, igloo-dwelling neighbours to the North about things we’ve never known. In particular I think we really appreciated learning that hockey has never even been on your radar because of the “…plethora of choices regarding how to fill free time…there are sports, such as baseball, or basketball.” Well, whaddya know! For a few decades there I think we really believed that hockey was itself a sport; we can’t thank you enough for pointing out the error of our ways. I mean, ninety years of professional-level competition in North America, people for whom the game is a full-time job, a standard set of rules by which one must play, a nine-month NHL playing season in which there are televised matches every week, multi-million-dollar contracts for boys in men’s bodies, organized leagues for kids, adults and seniors – male and female – across Canada, the US and Europe… oh yes, and the men’s and women’s teams at the winter Olympics, the mother of all sporting competitions. Clearly nothing about hockey qualifies it as a sport, and it’s simply that we Canadians have been mistaken these past 150-odd years. Thanks to you, Anaheimer, we will all start watching real sports from now on. I’m sure you’ll have a list of stellar recommendations like NASCAR and WWE.
Of course, with the abundance of outdoor things to do in sunny SoCal, such as “…mountains to hike or ride a bicycle in [and] the gorgeous pacific ocean to swim in or sun ourselves beside.” Well – Canada certainly has no mountains. I mean, the Rockies definitely don’t extend into Alberta or British Columbia, and the Appalachians haven’t dominated the northern Québec landscape for the past umpteen millennia. There’s certainly no thought of hiking or biking through these nonexistent mountains. We wouldn’t dream of going hiking in our snowshoes, and we’ve never even heard of this bicycle you mentioned – does it work like a dogsled team, but with the dogs pulling a two-wheeled sled? And swimming? Forget swimming, I’m sure no one in Canada has ever even thought about this ocean of which you speak, especially not any of the 3 million people living in the greater Vancouver and greater Victoria metro areas. Now granted Ottawa isn’t even remotely near the Pacific, but even still, there’s no way you’d catch anyone from this city swimming in or taking the sun by the Ottawa River, the St. Lawrence, Lake Ontario, or any of the hundreds of other body of water in a hundred-kilometre radius. I mean, what would we be thinking – swimming, in the outdoors, in late May, in Canada? Nonsense, we’re still in our parkas!
But what has really impressed us, Anaheimer, is actually not the way in which you so joyfully condescend towards us about sports and leisure. Although we’re eternally grateful for all that your posting has taught us about the great outdoors, that’s not what impresses us most. Nor did our jaws drop at your unequivocal prediction about two teams and a game you self-professedly “…don’t know shit about.” Rather, we are fully in awe over your ability to honestly and unapologetically be forthcoming about your own ignorance:
“[A]lso, since we're being open and honest here, until about 12 hours ago i'd never even heard of ottowa [sic].”
Wow, Anaheimer – we can only imagine how much courage and strength of character that kind of declaration required. How admirable! I mean, to tell the world that you’d never even heard of Ottawa! That takes guts. Of course, I’m sure in your case the ignorance you profess is forgivable. After all, there’s certainly no reason for Ottawa to appear on your radar. As Canada’s fourth-largest city, host of a half-dozen of internationally-acclaimed festivals such as Winterlude and BluesFest, and the seat of the Canadian federal government and the Supreme Court, not to mention its location just 95km north of a U.S. border and its job as this year’s host to the FIFA U-20 World Cup (oh wait, maybe football, or soccer as you call it, isn’t a sport either?), there’s simply no reason you should ever have heard of Ottawa. I can understand completely how Ottawa could fail to catch your attention in the recent past. I mean, really, our annual murder rate of under 40 victims in a city of 1.5 million is too low to draw attention to the city. And it’s not like anything controversial ever happens here – the permissive marijuana laws we enjoy, our legalization of gay marriage, our outspoken disapproval of the invasion of Iraq, and the extremely antagonistic relationship between your quick-witted, upstanding, brilliant president and our human-rights supporting, left-leaning, multilingual former Prime Minister Chrétien, all of which came out of Ottawa, certainly did not garner the attention of fair and unbiased American news sources such as FoxNews or CNN. Oh and by the way, your consistent misspelling Ottawa in your post is a brilliantly effective way of driving your point home. Excellent tactic.
So thank you, Anaheimer, for reminding those of us in Ottawa, and Canadians in general, of how insignificant we are in the grand scheme of things. Now that we know that Southern California’s offerings in terms of the great outdoors are vastly superior to the paltry oceans, forests, lakes, mountains, ski hills, hiking trails, white water rapids, national parks, waterfalls and wildlife reserves that are within a short distance of Ottawa, we’ve realized the errors of our ways. Perhaps if we were to model ourselves after you by doing such things as swimming when it’s warm, cycling (whatever that means) to get to work, playing sports or “laying out” (translation for Canadians: this is American-speak for what is grammatically correctly referred to as "taking the sun," "tanning," or "voluntarily inducing skin cancer") the average Joe could really learn to appreciate, treasure and preserve all of the pleasures of the outdoors. And you know, we could learn a thing or two from people like you about how to acknowledge, respect and learn from people of other nations and cultures. Although it would mean that we would have to forget everything we’ve ever learned about current affairs and geography, unquestioningly assume that if it didn’t originate in America it’s not worth our time, proclaim our superior certainty on subjects we’re certain only that we know nothing about, and unabashedly profess our ignorance of basic general knowledge for the whole world to hear, well then tabarnac les amies et amis, we’d certainly be better off doing so if it meant we could be more like you.
I mean, after all, what Canadian wouldn’t want everyone else on the planet to think we’re a bunch of self-righteous, ignorant fucks?
Yours truly,
Woman from Montréal who Doesn’t Give a Shit About Hockey
Now the point that i'm trying to make isn't that Ottawa is fabulous. To be honest, I really do understand why Californians haven't heard of it. There's just too much stuff going on here to warrant any news on the REST of the US, let alone a whole other country. So unless Canada gets bombed, odds are we're not going to hear about it 'cause we've got plenty of random stuff to make the news here.
I think my point is really that us Canadians are bitter people. Bittterrrr. We're sick of being ripped on.
But really Canada...you should take PRIDE in your anonymity. California is a fantastic place to live, and I dig the OC...but what with this whole illegal immigration issue one thing is clear: once word gets out that a place is awesome, then EVERYONE wants to go there.
So...Enjoy being obscure. Canada's got some pretty awesome stuff (as listed in the post) but the whole world doesn't need to know. Really. Just appreciate what you've got and leave it at that. Maybe one day i'll be able to move back home, and I don't want to have it all go to hell.
At least the Craigslister didn't point out that Alex Trebek and William Shatner are Canadian...that's just grasping at straws.
Dear Americans: I've heard EVERYTHING already. All it does is annoy me NOT because of the comment, but because it's boring me to tears hearing all the wisecracks.
In other news, mutha effing Senators, i NEED you to win. You don't understand. The last barrage of wisecracks come from coworkers and rather than go on about how they can shove the Ducks up their ass, I'd rather bring my Sens towel to work with pride and say "yeah...you may own alotta things...but Canadians live eat breathe hockey!"....
From "best of" craigslist (I'd give credit to the poster, but there was obviously no name or email addy to give credit to) for this:
Dear Anaheim resident who posted on Ottawa.craigslist in Rants and Raves,
Re: your posting entitled "hockey?"
Thank you soooo much for your lovely posting about the upcoming Ducks/Sens finals. Your instincts are spot on, of course, for Canadians love to be belittled by Americans not only with respect to our national pastime but on the grounds of our mere existence as well!
It was so considerate of you to get up on your Southern California soapbox in an attempt to inform your poor, deprived, igloo-dwelling neighbours to the North about things we’ve never known. In particular I think we really appreciated learning that hockey has never even been on your radar because of the “…plethora of choices regarding how to fill free time…there are sports, such as baseball, or basketball.” Well, whaddya know! For a few decades there I think we really believed that hockey was itself a sport; we can’t thank you enough for pointing out the error of our ways. I mean, ninety years of professional-level competition in North America, people for whom the game is a full-time job, a standard set of rules by which one must play, a nine-month NHL playing season in which there are televised matches every week, multi-million-dollar contracts for boys in men’s bodies, organized leagues for kids, adults and seniors – male and female – across Canada, the US and Europe… oh yes, and the men’s and women’s teams at the winter Olympics, the mother of all sporting competitions. Clearly nothing about hockey qualifies it as a sport, and it’s simply that we Canadians have been mistaken these past 150-odd years. Thanks to you, Anaheimer, we will all start watching real sports from now on. I’m sure you’ll have a list of stellar recommendations like NASCAR and WWE.
Of course, with the abundance of outdoor things to do in sunny SoCal, such as “…mountains to hike or ride a bicycle in [and] the gorgeous pacific ocean to swim in or sun ourselves beside.” Well – Canada certainly has no mountains. I mean, the Rockies definitely don’t extend into Alberta or British Columbia, and the Appalachians haven’t dominated the northern Québec landscape for the past umpteen millennia. There’s certainly no thought of hiking or biking through these nonexistent mountains. We wouldn’t dream of going hiking in our snowshoes, and we’ve never even heard of this bicycle you mentioned – does it work like a dogsled team, but with the dogs pulling a two-wheeled sled? And swimming? Forget swimming, I’m sure no one in Canada has ever even thought about this ocean of which you speak, especially not any of the 3 million people living in the greater Vancouver and greater Victoria metro areas. Now granted Ottawa isn’t even remotely near the Pacific, but even still, there’s no way you’d catch anyone from this city swimming in or taking the sun by the Ottawa River, the St. Lawrence, Lake Ontario, or any of the hundreds of other body of water in a hundred-kilometre radius. I mean, what would we be thinking – swimming, in the outdoors, in late May, in Canada? Nonsense, we’re still in our parkas!
But what has really impressed us, Anaheimer, is actually not the way in which you so joyfully condescend towards us about sports and leisure. Although we’re eternally grateful for all that your posting has taught us about the great outdoors, that’s not what impresses us most. Nor did our jaws drop at your unequivocal prediction about two teams and a game you self-professedly “…don’t know shit about.” Rather, we are fully in awe over your ability to honestly and unapologetically be forthcoming about your own ignorance:
“[A]lso, since we're being open and honest here, until about 12 hours ago i'd never even heard of ottowa [sic].”
Wow, Anaheimer – we can only imagine how much courage and strength of character that kind of declaration required. How admirable! I mean, to tell the world that you’d never even heard of Ottawa! That takes guts. Of course, I’m sure in your case the ignorance you profess is forgivable. After all, there’s certainly no reason for Ottawa to appear on your radar. As Canada’s fourth-largest city, host of a half-dozen of internationally-acclaimed festivals such as Winterlude and BluesFest, and the seat of the Canadian federal government and the Supreme Court, not to mention its location just 95km north of a U.S. border and its job as this year’s host to the FIFA U-20 World Cup (oh wait, maybe football, or soccer as you call it, isn’t a sport either?), there’s simply no reason you should ever have heard of Ottawa. I can understand completely how Ottawa could fail to catch your attention in the recent past. I mean, really, our annual murder rate of under 40 victims in a city of 1.5 million is too low to draw attention to the city. And it’s not like anything controversial ever happens here – the permissive marijuana laws we enjoy, our legalization of gay marriage, our outspoken disapproval of the invasion of Iraq, and the extremely antagonistic relationship between your quick-witted, upstanding, brilliant president and our human-rights supporting, left-leaning, multilingual former Prime Minister Chrétien, all of which came out of Ottawa, certainly did not garner the attention of fair and unbiased American news sources such as FoxNews or CNN. Oh and by the way, your consistent misspelling Ottawa in your post is a brilliantly effective way of driving your point home. Excellent tactic.
So thank you, Anaheimer, for reminding those of us in Ottawa, and Canadians in general, of how insignificant we are in the grand scheme of things. Now that we know that Southern California’s offerings in terms of the great outdoors are vastly superior to the paltry oceans, forests, lakes, mountains, ski hills, hiking trails, white water rapids, national parks, waterfalls and wildlife reserves that are within a short distance of Ottawa, we’ve realized the errors of our ways. Perhaps if we were to model ourselves after you by doing such things as swimming when it’s warm, cycling (whatever that means) to get to work, playing sports or “laying out” (translation for Canadians: this is American-speak for what is grammatically correctly referred to as "taking the sun," "tanning," or "voluntarily inducing skin cancer") the average Joe could really learn to appreciate, treasure and preserve all of the pleasures of the outdoors. And you know, we could learn a thing or two from people like you about how to acknowledge, respect and learn from people of other nations and cultures. Although it would mean that we would have to forget everything we’ve ever learned about current affairs and geography, unquestioningly assume that if it didn’t originate in America it’s not worth our time, proclaim our superior certainty on subjects we’re certain only that we know nothing about, and unabashedly profess our ignorance of basic general knowledge for the whole world to hear, well then tabarnac les amies et amis, we’d certainly be better off doing so if it meant we could be more like you.
I mean, after all, what Canadian wouldn’t want everyone else on the planet to think we’re a bunch of self-righteous, ignorant fucks?
Yours truly,
Woman from Montréal who Doesn’t Give a Shit About Hockey
Now the point that i'm trying to make isn't that Ottawa is fabulous. To be honest, I really do understand why Californians haven't heard of it. There's just too much stuff going on here to warrant any news on the REST of the US, let alone a whole other country. So unless Canada gets bombed, odds are we're not going to hear about it 'cause we've got plenty of random stuff to make the news here.
I think my point is really that us Canadians are bitter people. Bittterrrr. We're sick of being ripped on.
But really Canada...you should take PRIDE in your anonymity. California is a fantastic place to live, and I dig the OC...but what with this whole illegal immigration issue one thing is clear: once word gets out that a place is awesome, then EVERYONE wants to go there.
So...Enjoy being obscure. Canada's got some pretty awesome stuff (as listed in the post) but the whole world doesn't need to know. Really. Just appreciate what you've got and leave it at that. Maybe one day i'll be able to move back home, and I don't want to have it all go to hell.
At least the Craigslister didn't point out that Alex Trebek and William Shatner are Canadian...that's just grasping at straws.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Wicked
So for our anniversary Kraig and I saw Wicked at the Pantages Theater.
Now here's my disclaimer: I never actually saw Wizard of Oz in full. I know the gist of it, but not all the details. My mother did however take me to see Return to Oz in 1985, but that doesn't make a diff.
So Wicked takes us back to the wee days when the Wicked Witch of the West (named Elphaba) is born as a result of her mom whoring herself to some dude who liked to drink green goo. Green sperm = green baby and mommy's husband hates Elphaba from the start.
Fast forward to the Saved By The Bell: The Witchy Years edition, and Elphaba is stuck going to some fancy shmancy boarding school as a caretaker for her younger sister Nessa, who's confined to a wheelchair. Daddy is apparently a governer. He gives Nessa a pair of silver sparkly slippers as "good luck in college" gift, and Elphaba gets a "don't f*ck this up, watch your little sister".
Naturally everyone's freaked out by Elphaba's green skin, so she gets the typical Molly Ringwald "freak" label. She's stuck rooming with Galinda ("That's Galinda with a Gah"), the popular blond who wants to be a witch but is more interested in the hot rebel Fiyero. The school headmistress realizes Elphaba's got special powers and makes it her pet project to encourage Elphaba's freakish talents so that one day she can meet The Wizard.
Turns out that in Oz, there's crazy racism...against animals. In Oz, animals can talk...but the hillbilly people for the most part are edging out talking animals. The last Teacher Animal (a goat) gets the boot (so much for unions) and in they bring some Nazi type dude who's all for teaching how to ensure animals never talk: by keeping them in cages.
So...you like some goat-on-green-girl action?
Elphaba's a wannabe PETA chick so she gets all pissed off, everything gets all sketchy, she and Fiyero catnap the Nazi dude's lion cub so they can bring him to safety. Naturally the lion cub is freaked out (...cowardly much?), Elphaba falls for Fiyero, Fiyero falls for Elphaba even though Galinda wants a piece of his man meat.
Yadda yadda, everyone hates Elphaba, they tease her, they think she'll melt if she gets wet, Galinda gives her the ugly pointed hat that her aunt sent her...but when they all skip out to go clubbing, Galinda ends up sticking up for Elphaba when everyone laughs at her for trying to shake her groove thang.
That night, Elphaba and Galinda (who eventually changes her name to "Glinda...the GAH is silent" to support the Goat Teacher who could never pronounce her name right) do some girl bonding by means of a makeover. Glinda confesses that she's going to marry Fiyero (he just doesn't know it yet) and Elphaba confesses that her sister is in a wheelchair because her dad was so disgusted by her green skin, he made her mom eat milkflowers during her pregnancy which of course jacked up the baby. They realize they're the best of friends.
Yay, time for a makeover! Then we can play Girltalk and use those zit stickers
Finally Elphaba gets a chance to meet the Wizard and Glinda wonders wtf is going on with Fiyero so she decides to hitch a ride with Elphaba to the Emerald City. And since everything is green in the Emerald City, Elphaba looks pretty normal. Don't know if they make green foundation, but its a start.
Does this color make me look fat?
When they go to meet the Wizard, he cons Elphaba into reading a passage in the Grimmerie, a sorcery book. Turns out, the Wizard is a two-bit hack and the college Headmistress lady is along for his evil plans. After Elphaba inadvertently gives monkeys wings, she realized the Wizard is an a-hole who is the cause for the Animals Shouldn't Talk movement. The Wizard spins everything by making it look like Elphaba is an evil witch....she gets crazy pissed off, steals the Grimmerie, creates herself a flying broom, and attempts to get Glinda to run off with her.
Glinda gets her panties in a bunch too scared to go so she says "i'll catcha later...no seriously....really...". Note that any spell can't be undone. Elphaba sneaks over to her sister's place...at this point her dad has died and Nessa is now the Governor. Governator. Whatever. Nessa's guilt tripped an old schoolmate Bac into staying by her side, even though Bac has always been in love with Glinda. Days of our Lives much? yep.
Nessa's pissed at Elphaba for not hooking up with some working legs, and Elphaba says there isn't a spell for everything BUT she can make those silver slippers make her walk...after Bac clues in, he's all "you don't need me, so catch ya on the west siiyed", Nessa gets pissed and attempt to read a spell from the Grimmerie. Bac's heart gets all jacked up, so Elphaba turns him into a Tin Man so that he'll never need that heart. Nessa blames Elphaba for this whole thing.
So basically Oz loves Glinda who's their little cheerleader, the school headmistress is now the Wizard's PR person, and the Wizard is a dick who likes to cage flying monkeys. The town's all pissed off at Elphaba 'cause they think she's an evil witch, a lion is all pissed off 'cause he says Elphaba is the reason he's cowardly, Bac blames her for being a tin man...oh the humanity.
Fiyero is the head of the army, but it comes out that he's still in love with Elphaba. Glinda gets all pissed off and tells the headmistress that to get to Elphaba, they have to get to Nessa. The headmistress starts up a storm, the house falls on Nessa, a "little girl and her dog" swipe Nessa's shoes, and Elphaba gets PISSED 'cause she wants her sister's shoes back. The rest of hte army takes Fiyero and gets ready to torture him on a Jesus-style cross...so Elphaba turns him into a scarecrow so that he'll never feel pain and he'll never die.
Or maybe she likes to get her freak on with men made of straw.
Glinda realizes that Elphaba's her best friend and who cares if Fiyero loves her instead. Elphaba just wants to off herself...she gives the Grimmerie book to Glinda and tells Glinda to NOT make excuses for her or try to redeem her after her death. The "little girl and her dog" splash water on Elphaba, and she melts....
Glinda puts the smackdown on the Wizard and the headmistress by banishing them, after realizing that the Wizard is the green goo drinker...and he's the a-hole who made everyone hate his own daughter.
Glinda then becomes the Good Witch, while we see that Elphaba never died...she and Fiyero ran off to live happily ever after.
If you have the chance to see it, I HIGHLY recommend it!
Now here's my disclaimer: I never actually saw Wizard of Oz in full. I know the gist of it, but not all the details. My mother did however take me to see Return to Oz in 1985, but that doesn't make a diff.
So Wicked takes us back to the wee days when the Wicked Witch of the West (named Elphaba) is born as a result of her mom whoring herself to some dude who liked to drink green goo. Green sperm = green baby and mommy's husband hates Elphaba from the start.
Fast forward to the Saved By The Bell: The Witchy Years edition, and Elphaba is stuck going to some fancy shmancy boarding school as a caretaker for her younger sister Nessa, who's confined to a wheelchair. Daddy is apparently a governer. He gives Nessa a pair of silver sparkly slippers as "good luck in college" gift, and Elphaba gets a "don't f*ck this up, watch your little sister".
Naturally everyone's freaked out by Elphaba's green skin, so she gets the typical Molly Ringwald "freak" label. She's stuck rooming with Galinda ("That's Galinda with a Gah"), the popular blond who wants to be a witch but is more interested in the hot rebel Fiyero. The school headmistress realizes Elphaba's got special powers and makes it her pet project to encourage Elphaba's freakish talents so that one day she can meet The Wizard.
Turns out that in Oz, there's crazy racism...against animals. In Oz, animals can talk...but the hillbilly people for the most part are edging out talking animals. The last Teacher Animal (a goat) gets the boot (so much for unions) and in they bring some Nazi type dude who's all for teaching how to ensure animals never talk: by keeping them in cages.
So...you like some goat-on-green-girl action?
Elphaba's a wannabe PETA chick so she gets all pissed off, everything gets all sketchy, she and Fiyero catnap the Nazi dude's lion cub so they can bring him to safety. Naturally the lion cub is freaked out (...cowardly much?), Elphaba falls for Fiyero, Fiyero falls for Elphaba even though Galinda wants a piece of his man meat.
Yadda yadda, everyone hates Elphaba, they tease her, they think she'll melt if she gets wet, Galinda gives her the ugly pointed hat that her aunt sent her...but when they all skip out to go clubbing, Galinda ends up sticking up for Elphaba when everyone laughs at her for trying to shake her groove thang.
That night, Elphaba and Galinda (who eventually changes her name to "Glinda...the GAH is silent" to support the Goat Teacher who could never pronounce her name right) do some girl bonding by means of a makeover. Glinda confesses that she's going to marry Fiyero (he just doesn't know it yet) and Elphaba confesses that her sister is in a wheelchair because her dad was so disgusted by her green skin, he made her mom eat milkflowers during her pregnancy which of course jacked up the baby. They realize they're the best of friends.
Yay, time for a makeover! Then we can play Girltalk and use those zit stickers
Finally Elphaba gets a chance to meet the Wizard and Glinda wonders wtf is going on with Fiyero so she decides to hitch a ride with Elphaba to the Emerald City. And since everything is green in the Emerald City, Elphaba looks pretty normal. Don't know if they make green foundation, but its a start.
Does this color make me look fat?
When they go to meet the Wizard, he cons Elphaba into reading a passage in the Grimmerie, a sorcery book. Turns out, the Wizard is a two-bit hack and the college Headmistress lady is along for his evil plans. After Elphaba inadvertently gives monkeys wings, she realized the Wizard is an a-hole who is the cause for the Animals Shouldn't Talk movement. The Wizard spins everything by making it look like Elphaba is an evil witch....she gets crazy pissed off, steals the Grimmerie, creates herself a flying broom, and attempts to get Glinda to run off with her.
Glinda gets her panties in a bunch too scared to go so she says "i'll catcha later...no seriously....really...". Note that any spell can't be undone. Elphaba sneaks over to her sister's place...at this point her dad has died and Nessa is now the Governor. Governator. Whatever. Nessa's guilt tripped an old schoolmate Bac into staying by her side, even though Bac has always been in love with Glinda. Days of our Lives much? yep.
Nessa's pissed at Elphaba for not hooking up with some working legs, and Elphaba says there isn't a spell for everything BUT she can make those silver slippers make her walk...after Bac clues in, he's all "you don't need me, so catch ya on the west siiyed", Nessa gets pissed and attempt to read a spell from the Grimmerie. Bac's heart gets all jacked up, so Elphaba turns him into a Tin Man so that he'll never need that heart. Nessa blames Elphaba for this whole thing.
So basically Oz loves Glinda who's their little cheerleader, the school headmistress is now the Wizard's PR person, and the Wizard is a dick who likes to cage flying monkeys. The town's all pissed off at Elphaba 'cause they think she's an evil witch, a lion is all pissed off 'cause he says Elphaba is the reason he's cowardly, Bac blames her for being a tin man...oh the humanity.
Fiyero is the head of the army, but it comes out that he's still in love with Elphaba. Glinda gets all pissed off and tells the headmistress that to get to Elphaba, they have to get to Nessa. The headmistress starts up a storm, the house falls on Nessa, a "little girl and her dog" swipe Nessa's shoes, and Elphaba gets PISSED 'cause she wants her sister's shoes back. The rest of hte army takes Fiyero and gets ready to torture him on a Jesus-style cross...so Elphaba turns him into a scarecrow so that he'll never feel pain and he'll never die.
Or maybe she likes to get her freak on with men made of straw.
Glinda realizes that Elphaba's her best friend and who cares if Fiyero loves her instead. Elphaba just wants to off herself...she gives the Grimmerie book to Glinda and tells Glinda to NOT make excuses for her or try to redeem her after her death. The "little girl and her dog" splash water on Elphaba, and she melts....
Glinda puts the smackdown on the Wizard and the headmistress by banishing them, after realizing that the Wizard is the green goo drinker...and he's the a-hole who made everyone hate his own daughter.
Glinda then becomes the Good Witch, while we see that Elphaba never died...she and Fiyero ran off to live happily ever after.
If you have the chance to see it, I HIGHLY recommend it!
Latest developments...
To summarize the past few weeks...
We almost moved back to the Bay Area but didn't...
Stashy poo has an eye infection (that's more of a note to myself to give him eye drops after this)
Memorial Day Weekend is coming up and i'm jonesin' to spend it all sleeping even though somehow i've got plans
I bit the bullet and hired someone to install the shower door (took the dude almost 3 hours) and install a new chandelier in the entryway (yay the gold is gone, the gold is gone)
Got Ryan to show me how to install new faucets, so the big task is whether I can actually get off my butt and do it myself now
The botox has kicked in full force...my eyebrows look like they have a crazy wicked arch
Working on the flight plan back to Canada.
/life_summary
We almost moved back to the Bay Area but didn't...
Stashy poo has an eye infection (that's more of a note to myself to give him eye drops after this)
Memorial Day Weekend is coming up and i'm jonesin' to spend it all sleeping even though somehow i've got plans
I bit the bullet and hired someone to install the shower door (took the dude almost 3 hours) and install a new chandelier in the entryway (yay the gold is gone, the gold is gone)
Got Ryan to show me how to install new faucets, so the big task is whether I can actually get off my butt and do it myself now
The botox has kicked in full force...my eyebrows look like they have a crazy wicked arch
Working on the flight plan back to Canada.
/life_summary
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Another reason why Target kicks ass
You can actually buy Wedding gowns! from Target! And they're actually very pretty! That's crazy mind blowing! And you can buy bridesmaids dresses there!
Dayam...just when I thought Target couldn't kick any more ass, they prove me wrong. WHY aren't they building one in Ladera Ranch?! There's so much roooom there...and we NEED a Target...if they built one there, I swear I'll apply for a job there...
In other news, I'm watching this thing on Punishment on the History channel...who knew that the guillotine was invented because after people complained that it was unfair for aristocrats to get special death treatment (beheading vs. hanging), the executioners complained that their swords got too blunt and there's weren't enough swords to meet the needs.
And in final news, yay for my husband and i for celebrating our 4 year anniversary...dang, nothing makes you learn more about life than marriage. We're going to see Wicked at the Pantages theater to celebrate. Kah toe mahhhh tayyy!
Dayam...just when I thought Target couldn't kick any more ass, they prove me wrong. WHY aren't they building one in Ladera Ranch?! There's so much roooom there...and we NEED a Target...if they built one there, I swear I'll apply for a job there...
In other news, I'm watching this thing on Punishment on the History channel...who knew that the guillotine was invented because after people complained that it was unfair for aristocrats to get special death treatment (beheading vs. hanging), the executioners complained that their swords got too blunt and there's weren't enough swords to meet the needs.
And in final news, yay for my husband and i for celebrating our 4 year anniversary...dang, nothing makes you learn more about life than marriage. We're going to see Wicked at the Pantages theater to celebrate. Kah toe mahhhh tayyy!
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Gotta love Harvey...Celebrity Fit Club
This is so beautiful, I don't know where to begin...watching Harvey's vein pop out of his head or watching someone actually flip out on retarded Screech:
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