Hard Day's Night

I forgot I tried writing in my blog on Friday night (technically, Saturday morning), but when I re-opened this draft it made absolutely no sense (sober) whatsoever. I'm guessing that I jotted most of it down prior to me suffering from third degree heat lamp burns, but after the part where I tried to shower with some of my clothes on. Kick. Ass. Party.

My star sighting list pretty much doubled (until I lost consciousness):

Simon Rex
Kim Smith
Anna Faris
Katherine McPhee
Cameron Crowe
Matthew Perry
Winona Ryder
Nicky Hilton
The "Secret" Bush Guy
Bartender from IKWBL
Brad Greenberg
Jesse Bradford (who actually talked to me)

...and of course, Adam, Rob, Allan and everyone else from the Happy Madison crew.

Note: It took every fiber of self-restraint in my body to not pull out my "jazz" hands while talking to Jesse.

Why So Cool? Redux.

They are doing everything they possibly can to get people hot about this movie.

...and it's totally working.

Look Forward to Sleeping With You!

This might only be funny to those who have worked in advertising, but I think it's pretty relevant to all those in the corporate culture.

Ya, that means YOU too, fartknocker.

Cash, Not Charge

Half the male population has nothing to live for anymore since today Jessica Alba announced that she's pregnant. The really funny part of the whole thing is that it's to her no-named, not rich (that we know of) boyfriend who allegedly cheated on her a few months ago. Congrats on "cashing" out!

Note: I guess some girls are devastated too...

Me: are you sad alba is preggers
Female Friend: yes
Me: should have been you huh
FF: yes!

"Pierces" My Heart

Sigh........................................

We'd be so less fragile
If we're made from metal
And our hearts from iron
And our minds from steel
And if we built an army
Full of tender bodies
Could we love each other
Would we strive to feel

And you want three wishes
One to fly the heavens
One to swim like fishes
And then one you're saving for a rainy day
If your lover ever takes her love away

You say you want to know her like a lover
And undo her damage, she'll be new again
Soon you'll find that if you try to save her
It renews her anger
You will never win

And you want three wishes
You want never bitter
And all delicious
And then one you're saving for a rainy day
If your lover ever takes her love away

You want three wishes
One to fly the heavens
One to swim like fishes
You want never bitter
And all delicious
And a clean conscience
And all it's blisses
You want one true lover with a thousand kisses
You want soft and gentle and never vicious
And then one you're saving for a rainy day
If your lover ever takes her love away



BTW, last week's Gossip Girl was AMAZING. If the above wasn't enough...

Spice Up Your Life!

And so it ends.

I waited so long to comment because I wanted to write a long luxorious review of the concert and how great the girls still are as performers. But honestly, I'm not that eloquent and word can't really describe the visual smorgasboard of what I got to experience. Sooooo, I bid adieu to the fearsome fivesome and thank them for the years of aural pleasure that they have bestowed upon me.

Girl power!

On the 6th Day of Christmas...

...my weekend gave to me:

6th computer reformatting
5 Spice Girls dancing
4 Gladiator matches
3 Capecods
2 Awkward Moments
and a slight cough that I hate bitterly.

Trailer Trash: Speed Racer

GO, SPEED RACER, GO!

Ok, I'll admit I was a skeptic. How the hell were they going to take an old school, super cheesy cartoon and make it look cool. Well, for starters, get the Wachowskis to direct it...problem solved!

It's actually a bit of a travesty to watch this on the crappy YouTube clip I provided below. To get the full effect you probably need to see it onscreen or at least in HD (which you can find on AOL.com). The visuals are simply stunning and I really dug Emile Hirsch as Speed, even though I didn't care for him much before. It borders on camp, but I'm a pretty big fan of camp.

I thought that this summer would be dead in terms of movies but really it's turning out to be the best summer ever! With HP6 planned for next fall, 2008 rules! I'm ready to set up tent in the theater.



Note: No one can rock the wannabe Tootie hairstyle, but Christina Ricci gives it a valiant effort.

Yo! I'll Tell You What I Want...

what I really really want...

...is for it to be Friday. Because on Friday I get to go and see the Spice Girls Reunion concert tour!!! I totally forgot how much I loved them until I started listening to their old CDs and then the euphoria just came rushing back. I also read a positive review of their opening show, in Vancouver I believe, saying how awesome their performance was so now I really can't wait! Add to that the little snippet on the VS Fashion Show yesterday (though, I think they were lip syncing..) and the hype-o-meter is about to explode!

Whoo-hoo, two more days! Re-live the good times with me:

Why So Cool?

I'm jealous.

I'm jealous that this is so freaking cool.


Can't wait for summer............................

OBSESSION...by Calvin Klein.

I'm a little obsessed with Rock Band.

I spent a good 7 hours this weekend playing the damn thing and I don't even own the game. Too bad I uberly suck at it, so it's just wretched noises coming from whatever instrument I happen to be victimizing at the moment.

I blame my crappiness on my utter lack of rhythm. I can't play the stupid concentration/Paddy Cake game without flubbing on the 2nd or 3rd time. I also can't play the King Elephant drinking game (sober) at all. Good thing I was in band for 7 years!

At first I refused but now I really want Guitar Hero III for the Wii. I was going to wait and maybe get a PS3 and the game all at once but now I want the immediate satisfaction without shelling out $500+ dollars. Gahhhhhh, re-stock stupid stores!

Home ... Wrecking Ball.

This is just too bizarre of an incident not to blog on, and hopefully will be the only time in my life that I have to write on something like this.

So this is how my morning went.

7:00 AM Alarm goes off. Go and hit the snooze button.
7:10 AM Phone goes off. A 310 number that I don't recognize so I pick it up assuming it's work related. Silence on the other end. I hang up. Back to bed. =D
7:30 AM Phone rings again. I go and pick up again.

Me: Hello?
Crazy Bitch: Who is this?
Me: Ummmm, I think you have the wrong number.
CB: Is this E-----?
Me: No...
CB: Who is this?!
Me: ...
CB: Do you know N--- J------?
Me: Yes, he's my co-worker...
CB: *click*

7:45 AM Shiite. Late, run out the door.
8:15 AM Traffic. All commercials on the radio. Hating life.
8:55 AM Missed my turn into building because staring at picketers.
9:00 AM Bust a U.
9:05 AM Parking garage is filled with people who get to watch American Gladiators. Hating other people's lives.
9:20 AM Co-worker approaches me.

Basically, his crazy GF went through his phone in the morning and freaked out that he was trading calls with a number she didn't know on Saturday. He didn't have my number stored under my name in his phone so he mistakenly thought the area code was someone else and gave her that name. She has the nerve to still CALL the number to verify it...which, was unfortunately wrong. Chaos ensues.

Well, if she weren't so crazy she would have asked and found out that we were trading calls because we were WORKING on Saturday. Any how, IMO my co-worker dodged a bullet (they broke up). I really hope I don't get Single Asian Femaled now, though.

The worst part of it all. The bitch woke me up. TWICE.

So Fresh and So Clean

I really shouldn't be blogging right now, but I need a little bit of time away from work stuff before I blow my brains out. I apologize in advance (to my non-readers) if any of this comes across incoherent. I'm running on like 4 hours of sleep.

My taste in art has really changed over the years. I hate to sound so cliche but less is really more. I see current artwork (mostly movie posters) these days and the whole feathering together of heads and such look so nasty now. I think I used to like it because it was just more colors which automatically meant more fun. Now I look at it and it just seems like a clown threw up. Or Pollack took a shat. Or a clown shatted Pollack.

Regardless (or irregardless, for that matter), I am not into the whole visual montage thing anymore (sorry, LOTR). Clean and simple please. You can call it stark. You can call it boring. I call it striking.

Come on, how cool is this:

BTW, this show rules! Well, the first episode at least...

And awwwwwww, look at those saucer eyes.


Oh Wall-E. Sigh.

Plan to be surprised.

"The subject of plans. Life plans. How we all make them and how we hope that our kids make good smart safe plans of their own. But if we are really honest with ourselves, most of the time our plans don't work out as we hoped. So instead of asking our young people, what are your plans? What do you plan to do with your life? Maybe we should tell them this: Plan to be surprised." ~ Dan in Real Life

I watched Dan in Real Life the other day and I got this little ditty from the ending. Upon the second reading, it really isn't as profound as I initially thought it was. ......................SURPRISE!

I think its resonance at the time was just the way it was edited as a voice over at the end of the movie. I happen to love this narration technique that is growing ever more popular. In fact, I think that's what makes shows like "Desperate Housewives" and "Grey's Anatomy" so awesome. Most people really don't stop and think about what they are watching to derive any sort of meaning from it, so the narration helps them wrap it up into one neat little package (with giant red bow!). It's the lazy man's insight.

Speaking of movies, I actually had a pretty productive weekend with them. Since my movie review site went quietly into the night, I'll do a brief rundown of what I saw:

Dan in Real Life (good, but not great)
Elizabeth: The Golden Age (Cate rules, pretty too look at [cinematography, costumes], but not very good)
In the Valley of Elah (like watching paint dry for most of it, but an interesting ending)
Gone Baby Gone (surprisingly good!)
Enchanted (made for kids and Poenelope)
Hairspray (seen it before, but had to end the weekend right. Damn, I love this movie)

All in all a pretty good and busy Thanksgiving.

Note: I also went to Black Friday and am so making poached eggs next weekend.

Traditioooonnnnnnnnnn.......TRADITION!

Ahhhhhhh, Gobble Day...a day of bonding, birding, and ... boozing???

We had our annual Thanksgiving party on Thursday night and suffice it to say I got what I wished for. Practically everyone and their mom yakked much to my pleasure (and dismay). This fourth installment might have been the craziest of them all and thank god Canon makes a durable digital camera. Let's just say no one is running for office any time soon, heh heh.

Bottle Count: 2 Handles of Vodka, 1 Limoncello, 1 Triple Sec
Casuality Count: 8/14 people
Tragedy Count: 2 carpets, 1 wall, and maybe 1 black widow

P.S. The entrance fee was the best idea ever!

The Great Green Hype

So, I finally got to watch Wicked last night at the Pantages theater. I liken the entire pre-show process to childbirth, as it took nine months of waiting inbetween from the getting of the tickets to the ultimate viewing of the show. After watching it, I can only hope having children is half as pleasurable.

I was really scared that the show was going to be overhyped, since I heard so much about it. But simply put, it's amazing. Everything about it is so original and well put together that I was completely enamoured. It has the epic quality of Les Miserables, but also takes place in a place of magic and wonder like Harry Potter. You put those two things together and I'm immediately smitten. It feels really good to know that people can still be so creative in the 21st century.

I have to give a special shout-out to Megan Hilty who plays Galinda/Glinda in LA. Even though the main character was Elphaba, she completely stole the show. I just love the shallow, narcissitic, sorority girl like character that she played, way more over the top than even Kristin Chenowith's interpretation. I was laughing so hard my stomach hurt, and I loved it!

My favorite song (at the 3:00 mark):



Since movie musicals are becoming a trend, it's only a matter of time before Wicked is turned into a film (since Universal is already a producer of the show). I only have one plea. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE cast Anna Faris as Glinda!!! She would be perfect for the role (singing be damned!)!

Experiences like this make me wish I lived in NY so I could go see shows every week (I already want to see Wicked again =( ). I would be broke, but it would be a pretty happy broke.

I leave you with my second favorite song from the show. Oh, the irony of how I love this song.

Trailer Trash: Definitely, Maybe

Originally, I was actually going to do a post about how hot Ryan Reynolds is because I just caught a gorgeous picture of him in People Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive list. Coincidentally, the trailer for Definitely, Maybe just came out today, so I figured I might as well kill two birds with one stone. I really like Ryan Reynolds but I don't really buy him as a dad to the almost teenager looking Abigail Breslin. Fortunately, it doesn't matter, because the movie looks really cute and has a medley of other actresses that are also really great (Elizabeth Banks, Rachel Weisz, and Isla Fisher). I was really into the first 2:00 minutes of this trailer, but regrettably, the last 30 seconds kind of kill it for me with its after school specialness. Regardless, Ryan is hot so I will definitely be watching it.


Oh, and if you were wondering, this is the picture in question:

Lies, I Tell You, All Lies!

So I was browsing FoodTV.com today, looking for recipes for the anticipation of all of the upcoming cooking I am going to be doing (yeah, right), and I stumble upon this delicious looking recipe for hash by Rachael Ray. In fact, it was from one of her four bajillion shows on the Food Network, 30 Minute Meals, perhaps the most famous of them all since it is catered towards the average person with little to no time for cooking on their hands.

Now I actually like Rachael Ray and think she's a brilliant entrepreneur, but I find the 30 Minute Meals thing to be kind of full of crap. First of all, it doesn't account for having all of the items on hand or the hideous aftermath of cleaning up and washing and drying all of the dishes. Not to mention, the average person does not chop at lightening quick pace (without losing their fingers), or have industrial stoves and ovens that are hotter than the center of the sun.

Soooooooo, I'm kind of a hater. And guess what I found on the website.

Cowboy Hash and Eggs, Texas Toast and Salsa
Difficulty: Easy
Prep Time: 15 minutes
Cook Time: 20 minutes

Hmmmmm, regardless of being North Pole Campus, I'm pretty sure that if you add that up it equals to THIRTY-FIVE MINUTES.

35 minutes! NOT 30. Three. Five.

So, being the ass that I am, I continue browsing hoping to find another FALSE recipe to add to my pocket for ammunition, and no more than 3 minutes later do I find...

Turkey Sweet Potato Shepard's Pie and Cran-applesauce Sundaes
Difficulty: Easy
Prep Time: 30 minutes
Cook Time: 30 minutes

Ok, now this is just getting ridiculous. Unless Rachael expects you to prep the food one night, starve your ass and fast for the deliciousness of tomorrow that is to come, the title of the show is OBVIOUSLY misleading. Plus, since when did an hour of cooking become easy. Nice try, Rachael. Nice try.

A while back a friend of mine and I were arguing over whether or not Rachael fakes the cooking on her show because the majority of her more complex dishes appear to require more than 30 minutes (Ok, even I can pack a picnic basket of pre-made food in half an hour). Like I said before, and I'll say it again...

The woman pulls out.

Nigella Ella Ella, Eh Eh Eh!

I got to meet Nigella Lawson today!

For those who don't know, Nigella is a British chef whose show I watch religiously. Her first show, "Nigella Bites," practically transformed the way cooking shows were filmed. She was here in LA doing a book signing at the Williams and Sonoma in Pasadena and I waited 45 minutes to get my copy signed.

Her new book is titled "Nigella Express" and for once, it actually looks like I can make some of the items in them. "Express," however, is somewhat of a misnomer as there was a recipe for Roast Duck (the chinese way with the little buns and sauce) which took 5.5 hours. Regardless, it does look much easier than her other books as most of the items appear to be more common than the "rare Afghani root found 3 inches in moist soil on untrotted territory," so it looks promising.

Anyway, Nigella is the bomb, and as expected was extremely poised and as graceful as can be. I'm going to try and not let her book collect dust on my shelf as all my others do.

Multi-flasking

My new life, or lack thereof, requires me to be better at time management.

So, I've decided that I need to start setting goals or mini-deadlines for myself. The only problem with this is the actually keeping them part; and, since it's unlikely that I will, setting these things will probably just make me more stressed and frustrated than I was before. Boo.

I wish I were better at multi-tasking. Unfortunately, I'm the type that usually hones in on one thing and works on it with the blinders on. I can't even study and listen to music (with lyrics) at the same time, so it's doubtful that I will be able to balance my checkbook and watch TV. And yes, TV is definitely one of my tasks (my Tivo is exploding!!), though I wish they were all equally as delicious.

In addition, I have to constantly fight this unsettled feeling of wanting to party hardy. I guess it's normal since I'm in my early (omg, I'm going to wear that adj. out for the next 6 months) twenties and it's better now than 10 years down the line when it would be nearing inappropriateness (although with enough alcohol, it is forgivable). I just feel like you have the rest of your life to buckle down and be boring, so why not get your kicks in now when your body can most enjoy (or in some cases, handle) it. I'm sure I'm just rationalizing, but what the hell, it works for me.

Thus, on top of all of the pressure of my added duties (whether it be my own or others...zz.), I want to party like a rockstar. These conflicting feelings lead me to only one conclusion. Multi-flasking. It's the wave of the future.

That's Brisk Baby!

It's officially winter in CA.

It's not that I hate the cold because I actually kind of love it. In fact, I was overjoyed with the weather in NY over the weekend and it was probably around the 50s at some points. But, for some reason the cold in CA is bugging me.

Well, first of all our sky looks like crap. A big gray mass of crap. It's scary to walk out your door and feel like "the fog" is going to engulf you into oblivion. Yes, the bad Tom Welling movie is going to come and kill me. At least when it was cold in NY it was sunny. Our cold just looks like the clouds are constipated and about to have a shi* storm but holding it in for the time being.

Secondly, it's California. California isn't supposed to be cold! It's supposed to be warm, and have palm trees, with a big ol' sun wearing sunglasses because it is so damn bright and hot! I base my life on that stereotype, so it angers me when I can't wear my t-shirt and shorts to bed without my teeth chattering off.

The only consolation out of all of this is that I get to wear my Harry Potter scarf without judgment.

Now, if I could only explain the wand...

Antsy in My Pantsy

So I am back from NY and suffering from the post vacation woes.

I think my trip was just a smidgen too short to be completely satisfying. In my fantasy world, I really wanted a day of nothing so I could sit in Central Park, read, drink coffee, and listen to my iPod as the sun goes down. I guess Lacy will just have to do. =(

I have to say that NY really grew on me. Maybe it was the extremely awesome weather that we had (cold enough to feel crisp and fresh, yet still sunny!), but, despite my hardcore California love, I had a few pangs of regret of not taking the opportunity to go to school there............twice. I'm sure I ultimately made the right decision, since I probably experienced the good weather that NY has for 2 months before becoming nasty, but it was a nice change of pace from traffic, work, traffic, sleep. Did I also mention how much I love cabs? DDs be damned!

I also kind of love and hate the hustle and bustle of the entire city and anonymity of everyone in it. Everyone is just doing their own thing and it felt strangely empty and crowded at the same time. I guess ultimately it was just different...and that felt nice.

Since I have the worst memory, I guess I should use this opportunity to document what I did in NY.

Friday - Joe's Pizza (where Peter worked for Spider-man 2!), Central Park (they were filming Gossip Girl there!), Lennon's memorial, searched for Lalo's (stupid place was closed for renovation), Korean BBQ with Justine, Nelson Blue near Seaport.

Saturday - The Burger Joint, MOMA (fascinating...), Grey's Papaya, coolest Prada store I've ever seen, Beard Papa's, Grease! (is the word, is the word...), St. Mark's for cheap food and drink, some bar that smelled like puke (Lemon Drops were delicious though!), and Pommes Frites (best idea EVER).

Sunday - Blue Water Grill for brunch, Hairspray (was really awesome), Hershey's Store, M&M's store, and our bourgie dinner at Morimoto (Iron Chef!).

Monday - The Apple Store (59th and 5th Ave, so tempted to blow my entire year's paycheck there) and lunch at Gramercy Tavern.

A lot of stuff. A lot of fun.

...which is why I am in a funk. Going back to the daily grind completely blows right now. There is just something unsatisfying about my current state. Maybe I need a Snickers bar.

Anyway, thanks to those who showed us a good time in NY (not that anyone is reading this). Coastal love.

I <3 New York: Season IV

Whoo hoo! After a grueling two months, I am leaving for New York tonight! I am slightly torn between wanting to just take it easy and relax or partying my brains out. After AGD-RY's b-day party I was going to lay off the boozing for a while, but honestly, I think I just need to wind down from the last couple of weeks. And no, don't offer me your wheelchair............................yet.

Since I won't be able to post for a few days, I leave you with this amazing parting image that our intern's friend took (yeah, I don't know where this, but it's GORGEOUS). BTW, he's 20 years old.

Trailer Trash: Wanted

There are three new generation filmmakers who are on my hot list. Timur Bekmambetov is one of them.

Although I haven't seen any of his films yet, judging from what I have seen of his work (the trailers for Night Watch and Day Watch are awesome), the guy has a great sense of visual style. This is further evident in his new (and debut American) film, "Wanted." Featuring James McAvoy and Angelina Jolie as trained assassins, the new trailer for "Wanted" has some shots that make me reminisce the awe I felt when I saw "The Matrix." In addition, Angelina Jolie could not be more perfect in the lead role of the bad ass hot chick.



Note: In case you were wondering, the other two guys I love are Francis Lawrence ("I Am Legend") and Zack Snyder ("Watchmen").

With great power, comes great responsibility...

Tim Duncan is the bomb.

Since basketball season begins today, my daily ritual of checking Yahoo! Sports returns. And to my surprise, what do I find when I click on it? Well, actually its a giant picture of Kobe "Douchebag" Bryant putting up his daily fuss about jumping ship and leaving the Lakers. But, in the small bottom left hand corner, printed neatly in size 10 font is a headline, "Duncan Signs on." Clear, straight, and to the point - like the man himself.

This isn't actually the surprising part. Tim Duncan (my all time favorite basketball player mind you) is pretty well known for his loyalty and dedication, so it's only natural that he continue his unbelievably successful reign with his current team. The real shock is actually what follows when you click on the preceding headline.

"Duncan will take less than maximum salary - re-signs two year extension with San Antonio Spurs."

In a world where money is motivation to do anything and everything, Tim Duncan turns down an extra 11 million so that the Spurs can hire more talent and build upon their dominant franchise. Sure, you could say that maybe he is just using this as leverage for the future, but honestly, the man is 31 years old. When his contract "expires" with the Spurs, he will be 36 years old and probably past his peak years. This guy is just pure class.

No sir, if anything, we should be bowing down to you.

Day of the LOCUSTS.

My head hurts.

When it rains it does indeed pour. After my summer of nothingness (didaly!), every day back at work is insanity. It's like the freaking Reaping is coming or something (and yet my project doesn't even open until July 2008!). I so can't wait to go to NY and not take any effin' phone calls. I got called 9 times in twenty minutes while trying to eat lunch today. To make matters worse, my stupid ass computer is on the fritz and keeps changing the meeting times of my work calendar. I think the push (in date) of the time change made everything go haywire. I'm about ready to blow my brains out.

Note: A phone is such a double edged sword. Sometimes, it must be nice to be Amish.

The Dog Ate My Homework

It's one of those days.

You would think that if you leave past 8:00AM traffic would get better since all the damn kiddies would have been dropped off to school by then. But no, the overpopulation that is our Earth continues to have its presence felt on the freeways, despite my crafty plan of being tardy to avoid it.

Being the diligent employee that I am, at 9:15AM I figure I might as well call in to work to check up on everything. Crap. I left my phone in my charger at home. Strike one.

After an hour and 30 minutes of being in the car, I finally stumble into work around 9:45AM (parked on the 5th floor!!!). Since I feel like shiite, I go over to our newly installed coffee kiosk to pick up some java when I realize that my wallet is missing. So, no coffee for me. Strike two.

Apparently, my wallet and phone decided to take the day off without telling my brain. This would normally be ok, except that I have photo class in LA tonight and have to pay for the $6 million dollars in parking somehow. I also attend with a co-worker and we rely heavily on our phones to sync up meeting with each other. Instead, I'll just be a huge loner with a parking ticket.

I was going to write a paragraph on how things usually come in threes and how I wanted to crawl into a hole for the rest of the day, but in between this post my sister calls me to tell me that my hamster just attempted to commit suicide. Apparently, she walked in to check on them this morning after I had left, and one of them was hanging in mid air (like with its neck alone stuck between the metal rungs). Luckily, it wasn't dead yet, even though it had shallow breathing, and she got a pair of pliars to free it. This is actually the second incident in the Bizarre Pet Chronicles as a few days ago one of my fish randomly disappeared. Naively, I just assumed that it died and that my mom or sister flushed it to fishie heaven. Yeah...not so much...which means that its dead rotting carcass is still out there somewhere either in the tank or on the floor.

Strike three, I'm out.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Apparently I like repetition.

For some strange reason, I like J. Holiday's new song "Bed," despite it being really hardcore hip-hop. And as I was listening to the song I suddenly found myself able to sing along, even though I haven't heard it that many times yet. This is because the song is DAMN repetitive. Take a look at the pre-chorus:

[Pre-chorus:]

I love it (I love it)
You love it (You love it)
Everytime (Everytime)
We touchin (We touchin)
I want it (I want it)
You want it (You want it)
I'll see you (see you)
In the morning (In the morning)

If you ignore the words and just concentrate on the structure, it's pratically like a Hooked-on-Phonics teaching course. When I say A, you say A. But the revelations get better:

[Chorus:]

I wanna put my fingers thru your hair
Wrap me up in your legs
And love you till your eyes roll back
I'm tryin to put you to bed, bed, bed
I'mma put you to BED, BED, BED (<~~~ GASP!)

If you actually listen to it, it sounds more like he's saying "put you to Bed, eh, eh...".


Eh?


Eh?!


EH!


Yes, that's right folks. This little ditty is ripped straight off of Rihanna's "Umbrella" (which probably explains why I like it)!!!

she'sagreatperformer.jpg

So last night I went to see Rihanna perform at the House of Blues on Sunset. Yes, Rihanna, the little 19-year old Barbados native who performs my love "Umbrella" ella ella eh eh eh.

Four words: She Tore It Up.

Maybe I am just completely disheartened by the tragedy that is Britney Spears, but Rihanna revived the icon that is a pop star by embodying what a great performer should truly be like. She burst onto the stage with a bang. She was sassy and playful with the crowd. She sounded great and in tune (with what I assume was her real voice, ahem). She wore a cute (albeit, short) memorable outfit - and was not riding L. Lo style. And even though she was at a venue way too small for her (the place was packed!), she filled the room with such infectious energy that by the end everyone was rocking out like pawns in her hand.

Though she may not have the range of Mariah or the dance moves of Ciara, she certainly knows how to captivate a crowd by shaking and shimmying what she's got. All 7 feet of it. (She's actually 5'8'' I guess, but she looked like a behemoth on stage. HUGE stage presence, natch!). And while the set was a little too short, nonetheless, it was pretty sweet.

Catch Me If You Can

This discussion has come up frequently of late (mostly with my friend, Mold Eater) so I decided that I'll just do a post about it.

It's kind of funny because anyone who knows me knows that I'm not a mushy, romantic, ga-ga type of person. But for some strange reason, I loveeee romantic comedies.

Though it's really REALLY rare that you find a good one, when a romantic comedy is done well, I literally just melt into a puddle of sappy goo. After breaking it down, I realized that the part I enjoy most about rom-coms (or actually any form of romance for that matter) is the Chase.

Because honestly, who really wants to see the part after that. If I wanted to see people suck face and grope each other I would look into Senor Cluck and the Robot's bedroom. I mean do you really want to watch people sit around and talk about their lame daily existence? Going to work, picking up the dry cleaning, making dinner... Please, I've got my own lame existence to bore me.

This is why the Chase rules. It's really the fantasy of seeing people do things they would never do, say things they would never say, and be with people they would probably never get. And, at the very core of it all, is the beautifully agonizing yearning process.



Ahhhhh, the straining tension of it all. It really only makes moments like this all the sweeter.

FOCKtober.

It's sad that 90% of my blog is bitching but I guess that's what blogs are really good for.

Thank god it's more than half over, because my October has been one giant piece of turd so far. The only thing sustaining me from a nervous breakdown right now (or going postal office on everyone) is the fact that I'm going to NY in a few weeks. It's going to be my first break since Europe and I really cannot wait to get the hell out of town...for four days =(. Hopefully the weather will be nice (aka brisk but no rain please!) so I can just wander around and take some pictures. Or sleep. Sleep is fine too.

I don't know why I feel so stressed out. It's like that moment in LOTR: Fellowship of the Ring where Bilbo (while zombied out by the presence of the ring) was like "I feel like butter over too much bread." My life just feels really choppy and disorganized and I feel like I'm always running next to the train trying to jump on but not quite making it.

To make matters worse, my back has been sore for like a month. I really think I'm getting posture problems like Heather from ANTM with the Ass Burger's. Maybe it's time for me to stop sleeping on the couch and get a new bed.

On the bright side, "Chuck" is on tonight! Thanks for making life a lil' less crappy for 42 minutes NBC.

Bonus lesson:

Today's list of stupidity revolves around the letter "E."

1) Evite.
2) Ebay.
3) Ecoli. (I mean who really likes E.coli anyway.)

Trailer Trash: Stop-Loss

I've decided to create a series on trailer reviews in my blog since my life revolves so heavily around the lil' marketing buggers anyway. Mostly, I will post trailers that I think look cool or interesting (yes, the title is an oxymoron), but every once in a while I will throw up the cream of the crap as well.

Below is the trailer for Kimberly Pierce's ("Boy's Don't Cry") new film "Stop-Loss." Besides the obvious fact that Channing Tatum is in the movie, I really liked the overall style of the piece. Particularly awesome is the first minute or so, where big war propaganda like copy is being splashed across the screen cut perfectly to a death metal song with random stock photos. Then they decide to end it with Snow Patrol ("Open Your Eyes") and that just clinched it.



Note: If you're ever in doubt of the power of Snow Patrol, watch "The Last Kiss" trailer.

Feeling like 2 of the 7 Dwarves...

Sleepy and Grumpy.

I think the world woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Everyone that I have talked to has been having a crappy day, and to make matters worse, it's also dragging like a mofo.

I totally made the mistake of taking two classes at the same time. Even though they are fun classes that I wanted to take, the two together plus 50-60 hours of work a week and 10 hours of familial slavery makes me a SAD PANDA. All I want to do right now is climb back under my awesome comforter (the burrito) and watch the 25 hours of TV that is sitting on my exploding Tivo.

BTW, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZAC! One year close to being rapable...

Title Wave

I'm sure most of you (all two who have read this) are wondering what the hell the title of my blog means. It's actually from the ABC show "Pushing Daisies," which I find to be one of the best new shows on TV.

In last week's show, introverted Ned (the pie-maker) makes the mistake of telling everyone that he hates secrets, to which Chuck (his resurrected BFF) says, "What? You love secrets. You want to marry secrets and have little half-secret, half-human babies."

Essentially, this quote surmises the blog into who I am. Yes. Only half human.


Damn, I should have used dashes.

Congratulations! It's a ...

So I've decided to create a blog. I really don't know why since usually blogs are either for people with fascinating lives or people without fascinating lives but who write their mundanity in a way that is fascinating.





I am neither of those people.

...which I guess makes me a boring idiot. But luckily, you get to read about it! Yay!

Not quite sure what I will be posting on this blog. Most likely my thoughts (when I have them).
In fact a friend of mine (I use that term loosely in case he's reading), who I shall call Senor Cluck (SC) to protect his identity, even told me:

Senor Cluck: what are you gonna write on it

you don't seem like the type to write about your daily happenings

So there you have it. The disclaimer that I will probably update this thing like once in a blue moon. Check back in November. Seacrest out!

Note: This damn spell checker is telling me that mundanity is not a word. Since I am addicted to Scrabulous (on facebook) , dictionary.com is practically my homepage. It's a word biyatch.