The year I let go of the dream
that things would be better,
if only I were a little different.
I saw this in someone else's resolution pile and decided to add it to my list and adopt it as my own. I guess it's just nice to know that sometimes you are not the only crazy one.
I thought a lot this weekend about the differences between men and women. How women overanalyze and men oversimplify. How women obsess and men can zone out. I didn't think about these things because I had to. I'm not going through a crisis. I'm not in the process of having my heart broken. I just decided to look down the line and see things that weren't there for no reason whatsoever. And I had to stop and ask myself why I would do such a thing. Why would I ruin a perfectly good day with something I imagined? Something that hasn't even happened yet?
And then I talked to my roommate and she was doing the same thing, for a slightly different reason, and we both had to stop and ask ourselves why would we do that? Are we genetically programmed? Are we just two crazy peas in a pod?
And then I read this and I kind of realized that this is what I do to myself. In a wierd way, even though I believe otherwise, I always find myself thinking that certain things are not going to happen to me. Not because I don't "deserve" them but because I just think "why me?" So when something potentially good comes along, I find I get swept along with it for a minute or two, only then to begin to sabotage it in my mind. Whereas, if the situation involved someone else besides me, that everything would continue along according to plan.
I have no idea if that makes sense whatsoever but suffice to say that after what was really an awesome weekend, I woke up this morning feeling like someone had died. I allowed myself last night to imagine a future where something bad had happened, and in doing so, actually believed that it would. And that it already did. That is crazy. One of my New Year's resolutions now has to be to stop doing this. To stop ruining today because of what I think might happen tomorrow. I hope I'm not the only person that does this, but since no one else is going to stop doing this for me, I have to stop doing it to myself. I've spent the better part of this morning trying not to throw up from the anxiety of an event that has not shown it's going to occur in any way. That's insane.
The good news is, I'm not the only one guilty of this sort of behavior...clearly the girl who wrote the above resolution is and my roommate too. But that doesn't make it right. And it's certainly not healthy. Getting this out on paper (or screen, as it were) has made the anxiety go away somewhat. I'm finishing my coffee and getting back to work now.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
Best American Idol Article
I think this guy articulated a bit better on my thoughts about American Idol. I guess that's why he writes for Entertainment Weekly and I write on my own blog. Whatevs. If I was paid to write for Entertainment Weekly and didn't have to cram my blog writing into 10 minutes at lunchtime, then I could write this too. So back off.
The Glutton
Blaming the ''Idol'' judges for this season's perceived mean-spiritedness just isn't fair.
Another season of American Idol auditions means another season filled with incompetent singers cluelessly showcasing their wares for an entire country. But this year, something seems different. According to everything I've read and everyone I talk to, the judges of American Idol have suddenly gotten a lot meaner, lighting into contestants like never before. Frankly, this is hogwash. And frankly, I believe that is the first time I have ever used the word ''hogwash.'' Go back and watch season one — Simon was just as rude and crude as he is now. I don't see any difference there at all. That's not to imply that this season of Idol has not been meaner than past ones; it's just that the judges are not the ones to blame. The producers are.
Remember, it's not Simon, Randy, and Paula weeding out who makes it onto TV from the tens of thousands of applicants. The producers take care of that. They are the ones that pick out the people who make it before the holy trinity. Their job basically seems to consist of sorting stadiums full of auditioners into three groups, which are:
Group 1: The Really, Really Good
These people have genuine talent and are sent in to Simon, Randy, and Paula to see if they are worthy of being addressed as ''dawg'' and sent to Hollywood.
Group 2: The Really, Really Bad
These people have no talent whatsoever, yet are also sent in to Simon, Randy, and Paula as a form of comic relief. Their badness dominates the first few weeks of the show and enables us, the viewers, to feel better about ourselves through the mocking of others.
Group 3: Everyone else
Most people fall into this category — the mild, the mediocre, the middle-of-the-road. These people are dismissed on the spot since they are neither good enough to stand a chance at winning, nor bad enough to provide any good laughs.
Where this season's Idol differs from previous ones is that the people in Group 2 have gone from ''really, really bad'' to really, really sad. Some of the contestants being brought in front of the judges (and, in turn, a national audience) are clearly in need of help — and I'm not talking about vocal training. Nicholas Zitzman went beyond merely socially awkward, and there was something vaguely non-human about Darwin ''Mischa'' Reedy and her practically identical mother. But the show sunk to a new low with another debatably dynamic duo: Jonathan Jayne and Kenneth Briggs.
Kenneth was the guy Simon compared to a monkey, calling the bug-eyed contestant a ''bush baby.'' Some saw that as unnecessarily harsh, but Simon has never pulled any punches in his commentary on contestants' looks. This is nothing new, and he has actually uttered comments much worse than that. What made this situation different was the fact that Kenneth was even in the room to begin with, seeing as how he didn't — and I'm trying to be gentle here — appear to possess the highest IQ.
Which brings us to Jonathan Jayne. Jayne is a perfect example as to exactly why the judges are not to blame. For those who don't remember, Jonathan was the large guy who crooned ''God Bless America.'' Turns out he is a former Special Olympics participant. Paula was typically kind after his somewhat excruciating performance, but it should be noted that Simon was as well, even saying ''You're a nice guy. I like you, but this is not the career path for you.'' Randy then thanked him for showing up. So why again are the judges under fire? Heck, even Special Olympics International praised them for being ''gracious and very encouraging.''
Yet the judges are still catching the heat, when it was the field producers who put Jayne in the room to begin with. If it was to see him mocked, then they are evil. If it was to chalk up an easy and compassionate story line, then they are merely shamelessly exploitative. Either way, it's pretty classless. Now, let's move on before I emotionally shut down over the realization that I just wasted almost 700 words defending Paula freakin' Abdul.
Well played Mr. Dalton Ross. I know you have my agreement in this matter and I suspect, somewhere in New York, one Mr. J.K. feels the same.
The Glutton
Blaming the ''Idol'' judges for this season's perceived mean-spiritedness just isn't fair.
Another season of American Idol auditions means another season filled with incompetent singers cluelessly showcasing their wares for an entire country. But this year, something seems different. According to everything I've read and everyone I talk to, the judges of American Idol have suddenly gotten a lot meaner, lighting into contestants like never before. Frankly, this is hogwash. And frankly, I believe that is the first time I have ever used the word ''hogwash.'' Go back and watch season one — Simon was just as rude and crude as he is now. I don't see any difference there at all. That's not to imply that this season of Idol has not been meaner than past ones; it's just that the judges are not the ones to blame. The producers are.
Remember, it's not Simon, Randy, and Paula weeding out who makes it onto TV from the tens of thousands of applicants. The producers take care of that. They are the ones that pick out the people who make it before the holy trinity. Their job basically seems to consist of sorting stadiums full of auditioners into three groups, which are:
Group 1: The Really, Really Good
These people have genuine talent and are sent in to Simon, Randy, and Paula to see if they are worthy of being addressed as ''dawg'' and sent to Hollywood.
Group 2: The Really, Really Bad
These people have no talent whatsoever, yet are also sent in to Simon, Randy, and Paula as a form of comic relief. Their badness dominates the first few weeks of the show and enables us, the viewers, to feel better about ourselves through the mocking of others.
Group 3: Everyone else
Most people fall into this category — the mild, the mediocre, the middle-of-the-road. These people are dismissed on the spot since they are neither good enough to stand a chance at winning, nor bad enough to provide any good laughs.
Where this season's Idol differs from previous ones is that the people in Group 2 have gone from ''really, really bad'' to really, really sad. Some of the contestants being brought in front of the judges (and, in turn, a national audience) are clearly in need of help — and I'm not talking about vocal training. Nicholas Zitzman went beyond merely socially awkward, and there was something vaguely non-human about Darwin ''Mischa'' Reedy and her practically identical mother. But the show sunk to a new low with another debatably dynamic duo: Jonathan Jayne and Kenneth Briggs.
Kenneth was the guy Simon compared to a monkey, calling the bug-eyed contestant a ''bush baby.'' Some saw that as unnecessarily harsh, but Simon has never pulled any punches in his commentary on contestants' looks. This is nothing new, and he has actually uttered comments much worse than that. What made this situation different was the fact that Kenneth was even in the room to begin with, seeing as how he didn't — and I'm trying to be gentle here — appear to possess the highest IQ.
Which brings us to Jonathan Jayne. Jayne is a perfect example as to exactly why the judges are not to blame. For those who don't remember, Jonathan was the large guy who crooned ''God Bless America.'' Turns out he is a former Special Olympics participant. Paula was typically kind after his somewhat excruciating performance, but it should be noted that Simon was as well, even saying ''You're a nice guy. I like you, but this is not the career path for you.'' Randy then thanked him for showing up. So why again are the judges under fire? Heck, even Special Olympics International praised them for being ''gracious and very encouraging.''
Yet the judges are still catching the heat, when it was the field producers who put Jayne in the room to begin with. If it was to see him mocked, then they are evil. If it was to chalk up an easy and compassionate story line, then they are merely shamelessly exploitative. Either way, it's pretty classless. Now, let's move on before I emotionally shut down over the realization that I just wasted almost 700 words defending Paula freakin' Abdul.
Well played Mr. Dalton Ross. I know you have my agreement in this matter and I suspect, somewhere in New York, one Mr. J.K. feels the same.
McHivey Sheds the T'Necks
So good news. I am not doomed to wear turtlenecks forever and am in fact, at this moment, wearing my new shirtdress which is a V-neck!
After much debate, I decided my hive scars (and yes, I'm still slightly wounded if you look close) are not as horrible as they were and can be seen in the light of day. This is because tonight, I am going to see my future BFF Shaq Daddy and his sidekick/my hero D-Wade at MSG and I need to be prepared in the offchance that Life Dream #2 - my picture with Shaq while comparing handsizes - has even the slightest chance of coming true. Or, I'd even take the ability to stand next to Dwayne Wade and take a picture without him noticing that I am feeling him up somewhere in the stomach area. And I figured I should look hot for that just in case.
After much debate, I decided my hive scars (and yes, I'm still slightly wounded if you look close) are not as horrible as they were and can be seen in the light of day. This is because tonight, I am going to see my future BFF Shaq Daddy and his sidekick/my hero D-Wade at MSG and I need to be prepared in the offchance that Life Dream #2 - my picture with Shaq while comparing handsizes - has even the slightest chance of coming true. Or, I'd even take the ability to stand next to Dwayne Wade and take a picture without him noticing that I am feeling him up somewhere in the stomach area. And I figured I should look hot for that just in case.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
You can call me McHivey
So last Friday, my co-worker and I were in the mood for something substantive for lunch. Fast forward through a debate on the merits of sushi, Sbarro or Hale & Hearty, we finally decided Chipotle would do the trick.
After using their extremely fun online ordering option, I went over to the store to pick it up. Just FYI, avoid Chipotle during lunch hour. It's insane.
Anyways, fast forward again and I've eaten my steak burrito in like, world record time, and I'm sitting at my desk feeling perversely proud that I finished the whole thing yet simultaneously fat and disgusting, when my neck area starts to itch a bit.
I ignore this and continue working. I'm just giving a little scratch here and there, I was wearing a turtleneck and our office can get a bit warm, so I'm not really concerned at this point and I get up to go to the bathroom.
It's worth noting as well that the bathroom in this building has, what I consider, to be the most horrific lighting that I've ever seen in my life. This is great if you have a blemish that is driving you crazy. You can see everything. It's horrible if you thought you were looking somewhat decent that day, only to find that in the right light, you actually look like you may have gotten punched in the face while getting a nose job.
So as I'm washing my hands, I see a little red mark on my neck and I'm like what the hell is that? And I pull back the neck on my sweater and I swear to God, I look like I have been beaten with a live electrical wire. My entire neck and upper chest is COVERED in ugly, raised, red hives. I've never broken out in these kinds of hives before...my closest friends (and now you as well) know that I have extremely sensitive skin and am, in fact, allergic to water. Not the hydrogen and oxygen part per se, but rather the impurities of water that most people dont' know are in there (because they don't have to.) When I get out of the shower, and the ocean, which is worse, I get these super awesome red blotches that fade in about 20 minutes, but really make me look amazingly hot in the meantime. And that was really awesome when you grow up on the beaches of Florida, p.s.
So anyways, these are for real hives. Not blotches. And I run back into the office and show my boss and ask what the hell is happening and she covers her mouth in horror. But there is nothing I can do, I have to go back to work and I do the best I can to make it through the remaining few hours of the day and get home.
On the way hope I stop and get Benadryl and hydrocortisone cream (plus a new nailpolish and mascara, as is my m.o. is to buy beauty products whenever when faced with a crisis)and speedwalk to my apartment.
Up my five flights of stairs, I am literally stripping because the hives are so itchy now that they've been covered under my down jacket and as I'm walking through the door, P. is on the couch and I'm taking off my sweater.
Her immediate expression was one for the ages, but she asks if I've been burned...and I say no! I think F*ing chipotle gave me hives! And she is like oh my god! what the FUCK! and i run to my full length mirror and it was just unbelievable. it looked like i was stung by bees or something.
So I finally apply all my products (the mascara sucked p.s.) and just lay in bed cause clearly I am not going anywhere, which was sad, because it was Friday and I actually wanted to do something. But P. came in and laid down with me and we watched American Idol together. Then A. comes in talking on the phone, goes to the refrigerator, checks out P. and I in bed together hysterical laughing at American Idol, with me laying in sweatpants and bra covered in hives and hydrocortisone, and does the best double take I've ever seen. She almost drops the phone, mouths "have you been burned?" and then breaks into hysterical laughter.
The hydrocortisone only made me itch worse so I signed on WebMD to figure out how to solve this medical dilemma and it says take a hot shower and rinse with mild soap. So I do and I immediately feel better.
And then throughout the weekend the hives got better, and today, I look only like I may have had a skin condition in my youth. Thank god for turtlenecks is all I can say...after work yesterday I went to H&M to buy more sweaters (ok, i go everyday now and buy something regardless of whether there is a need or not) and I applaud the fact that I can now dress up and cover my current skin shortcomings at the same time.
It is perplexing though, because I love Chipotle but my love of it has never caused a medical flare-up. I'm somewhat tempted to buy another steak burrito to see if it happens again, but I will wait til the current wounds heal before deciding whether to do that.
After using their extremely fun online ordering option, I went over to the store to pick it up. Just FYI, avoid Chipotle during lunch hour. It's insane.
Anyways, fast forward again and I've eaten my steak burrito in like, world record time, and I'm sitting at my desk feeling perversely proud that I finished the whole thing yet simultaneously fat and disgusting, when my neck area starts to itch a bit.
I ignore this and continue working. I'm just giving a little scratch here and there, I was wearing a turtleneck and our office can get a bit warm, so I'm not really concerned at this point and I get up to go to the bathroom.
It's worth noting as well that the bathroom in this building has, what I consider, to be the most horrific lighting that I've ever seen in my life. This is great if you have a blemish that is driving you crazy. You can see everything. It's horrible if you thought you were looking somewhat decent that day, only to find that in the right light, you actually look like you may have gotten punched in the face while getting a nose job.
So as I'm washing my hands, I see a little red mark on my neck and I'm like what the hell is that? And I pull back the neck on my sweater and I swear to God, I look like I have been beaten with a live electrical wire. My entire neck and upper chest is COVERED in ugly, raised, red hives. I've never broken out in these kinds of hives before...my closest friends (and now you as well) know that I have extremely sensitive skin and am, in fact, allergic to water. Not the hydrogen and oxygen part per se, but rather the impurities of water that most people dont' know are in there (because they don't have to.) When I get out of the shower, and the ocean, which is worse, I get these super awesome red blotches that fade in about 20 minutes, but really make me look amazingly hot in the meantime. And that was really awesome when you grow up on the beaches of Florida, p.s.
So anyways, these are for real hives. Not blotches. And I run back into the office and show my boss and ask what the hell is happening and she covers her mouth in horror. But there is nothing I can do, I have to go back to work and I do the best I can to make it through the remaining few hours of the day and get home.
On the way hope I stop and get Benadryl and hydrocortisone cream (plus a new nailpolish and mascara, as is my m.o. is to buy beauty products whenever when faced with a crisis)and speedwalk to my apartment.
Up my five flights of stairs, I am literally stripping because the hives are so itchy now that they've been covered under my down jacket and as I'm walking through the door, P. is on the couch and I'm taking off my sweater.
Her immediate expression was one for the ages, but she asks if I've been burned...and I say no! I think F*ing chipotle gave me hives! And she is like oh my god! what the FUCK! and i run to my full length mirror and it was just unbelievable. it looked like i was stung by bees or something.
So I finally apply all my products (the mascara sucked p.s.) and just lay in bed cause clearly I am not going anywhere, which was sad, because it was Friday and I actually wanted to do something. But P. came in and laid down with me and we watched American Idol together. Then A. comes in talking on the phone, goes to the refrigerator, checks out P. and I in bed together hysterical laughing at American Idol, with me laying in sweatpants and bra covered in hives and hydrocortisone, and does the best double take I've ever seen. She almost drops the phone, mouths "have you been burned?" and then breaks into hysterical laughter.
The hydrocortisone only made me itch worse so I signed on WebMD to figure out how to solve this medical dilemma and it says take a hot shower and rinse with mild soap. So I do and I immediately feel better.
And then throughout the weekend the hives got better, and today, I look only like I may have had a skin condition in my youth. Thank god for turtlenecks is all I can say...after work yesterday I went to H&M to buy more sweaters (ok, i go everyday now and buy something regardless of whether there is a need or not) and I applaud the fact that I can now dress up and cover my current skin shortcomings at the same time.
It is perplexing though, because I love Chipotle but my love of it has never caused a medical flare-up. I'm somewhat tempted to buy another steak burrito to see if it happens again, but I will wait til the current wounds heal before deciding whether to do that.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Hillary Clinton
To whoever posted the questions regarding my views on Hillary Clinton, just FYI, I will answer all of that I just am too busy at work to devote the time right now. But I do know how to answer, I just dont' have the time to do it right at the moment.
On a lighter note, I watched Heroes last night and I just have to reiterate how cool this show is. If you are not watching it, you should...and speaking of shows you should be watching "Friday Night Lights" is such an amazing program. I use these shows, along with "24" to make myself feel better that I love shows like The Hills so much.
AND...in a category all by itself, American Idol. I just love it SO MUCH. I hadn't had the time to watch last week's episodes until this past weekend so I couldn't weigh in on the debate surrounding whether Idol was poking too much fun at the rejects, but now that I've had a chance to watch, my answer is a firm NO.
More often than not, the contestants seem to have watched the show and know what they are getting into. For those who audition without seeing the show, you're an idiot and I'm not even going to waste my time. But for those, who claim to have watched and then go on and sing like the Lion from the Wizard of Oz, or scream out their song, or shriek at decibels I didn't even know the human voice was capable of reaching or who are just plain disillusioned...I'm sorry, you DESERVE it!
My question is...if you are actually going to get upset/angry/bitter at what the judges say to you when you suck, you probably should have stayed at home. Every day, I write on this blog every I think are funny or amusing. If someone wrote me right this second and said "you suck, you are unfunniest person in the history of bloggers" there really is nothing I could say because I put that out there for consumption, take it or leave it.
And furthermore, WHERE ARE THESE PEOPLE'S PARENTS AND FRIENDS??? Are there really that many people in the world who have families and friends who would actually let them go on there and sing/act/juggle/dress up the way they do for real? Are there really people out there that have someone saying to them, You have a chance?
I'm astounded but I LOVE IT!!! Thank you parents and friends who actually hate their kids and people they supposedly "care" about, because you are making one girl out on the East Coast the happiest person in the world on Tuesday and Wednesday nights from 8 p.m. - 10 p.m. EST!!!!!!
On a lighter note, I watched Heroes last night and I just have to reiterate how cool this show is. If you are not watching it, you should...and speaking of shows you should be watching "Friday Night Lights" is such an amazing program. I use these shows, along with "24" to make myself feel better that I love shows like The Hills so much.
AND...in a category all by itself, American Idol. I just love it SO MUCH. I hadn't had the time to watch last week's episodes until this past weekend so I couldn't weigh in on the debate surrounding whether Idol was poking too much fun at the rejects, but now that I've had a chance to watch, my answer is a firm NO.
More often than not, the contestants seem to have watched the show and know what they are getting into. For those who audition without seeing the show, you're an idiot and I'm not even going to waste my time. But for those, who claim to have watched and then go on and sing like the Lion from the Wizard of Oz, or scream out their song, or shriek at decibels I didn't even know the human voice was capable of reaching or who are just plain disillusioned...I'm sorry, you DESERVE it!
My question is...if you are actually going to get upset/angry/bitter at what the judges say to you when you suck, you probably should have stayed at home. Every day, I write on this blog every I think are funny or amusing. If someone wrote me right this second and said "you suck, you are unfunniest person in the history of bloggers" there really is nothing I could say because I put that out there for consumption, take it or leave it.
And furthermore, WHERE ARE THESE PEOPLE'S PARENTS AND FRIENDS??? Are there really that many people in the world who have families and friends who would actually let them go on there and sing/act/juggle/dress up the way they do for real? Are there really people out there that have someone saying to them, You have a chance?
I'm astounded but I LOVE IT!!! Thank you parents and friends who actually hate their kids and people they supposedly "care" about, because you are making one girl out on the East Coast the happiest person in the world on Tuesday and Wednesday nights from 8 p.m. - 10 p.m. EST!!!!!!
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Another Reason to Hate Ohio State
Forget the fact that they were proven to be the most overrated college football team ever (Welcome to the SEC...) or that Troy Smith was undeserving of his Heisman Tropy...this is the true reason to hate Ohio State.
Keep a close eye on number 55 as he takes cheap shots at my future baby daddy Tim Tebow. There are just two things you don't do in this world:
1.) Put Baby in the corner.
2.) Take a cheap shot at Tim Tebow.
So two cheap shots? Ummmm just no. I don't care how big Curry is, should I ever run into him in a dark alley, I'm going to jump him from behind and kick his A$$. When you have to resort to this type of play, it's really no wonder why you lost so bad. I mean...besides the fact that you just suck totally...
http://ncaafootball.aolsportsblog.com/2007/01/16/buckeye-linebackers-arent-nice-to-tim-tebow/
Keep a close eye on number 55 as he takes cheap shots at my future baby daddy Tim Tebow. There are just two things you don't do in this world:
1.) Put Baby in the corner.
2.) Take a cheap shot at Tim Tebow.
So two cheap shots? Ummmm just no. I don't care how big Curry is, should I ever run into him in a dark alley, I'm going to jump him from behind and kick his A$$. When you have to resort to this type of play, it's really no wonder why you lost so bad. I mean...besides the fact that you just suck totally...
http://ncaafootball.aolsportsblog.com/2007/01/16/buckeye-linebackers-arent-nice-to-tim-tebow/
Oscars
Just a happy note that Mark Wahlberg has been nominated for his first Oscar for his role in "The Departed!" Hooray! I personally thought Mark was better than both Leo and Jack Nicholson in the movie and I'm glad he got the recognition for it.
This can only mean one thing - more movies with Mark Wahlberg in the future! Yeah! Sadly it may also mean that now that he's an Oscar-nominee his shirtless scenes might decrease. I'm really not entirely sure I can live with that...but for the time being I'll bask in the golden-tinted glory of his Academy Award nomination.
This can only mean one thing - more movies with Mark Wahlberg in the future! Yeah! Sadly it may also mean that now that he's an Oscar-nominee his shirtless scenes might decrease. I'm really not entirely sure I can live with that...but for the time being I'll bask in the golden-tinted glory of his Academy Award nomination.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Best News Ever
One of my personal heroes, Hilary Clinton, has finally annouced what I've been praying for all these years - her running for President. Besides my personal admiration of Clinton as a woman, I think she is smarter, faster and better qualified than any Democrat in politics today. As much as I admire Barack Obama as well, I think Clinton is the best choice we have right now...Barack can run in 2106, when he is 50 years old and has more political experience. And all this will be a win-win for America and get the country back on track from the disaster of the Bush administration the last 6 years.
So excited!!!!!!
So excited!!!!!!
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Required Reading
My daily celebrity gossip and news junkie addictions are fast approaching scary proportions. I find that I can't concentrate on what I have to do unless I am checking a number of Web sites throughout the day to make sure I haven't missed anything going on in the world outside my office. Some may call this ADD. I call it "research" and "stuff I should be up on because I'm in PR and it's my job to know these things." I also occasionally call it "Things I Need to Know in Order to Continue Kicking A$$ at Trivial Pursuit, specifically the Pop Culture Edition."
At any given moment in time, I am checking the following:
www.aol.com
www.gmail.com
www.perezhilton.com
www.cnn.com
www.myspace.com
www.wwtdd.com
www.idontlikeyouinthatway.com
www.gofugyourself.com
www.jolieinnyc.com
www.bestweekever.tv
www.dlisted.com
www.popsugar.com
www.justjared.com
www.jossip.com
www.mediabistro.com
www.pagesix.com
www.nypost.com
and the blogs of my friends:
www.giltpleasures.blogspot.com
and the blogs of friends of friends:
www.sassysashasblog.blogspot.com
This is a lot of f*ing Web sites, considering that all but two of these outlets pretty much recycle the same crap amongst themselves. However, if you are bored, and in need of good "pass the time" reading...click on any of the links above. Don't think you will be able to memorize this stuff like I can though...but feel free to challenge me to Trivial Pursuit anyway.
At any given moment in time, I am checking the following:
www.aol.com
www.gmail.com
www.perezhilton.com
www.cnn.com
www.myspace.com
www.wwtdd.com
www.idontlikeyouinthatway.com
www.gofugyourself.com
www.jolieinnyc.com
www.bestweekever.tv
www.dlisted.com
www.popsugar.com
www.justjared.com
www.jossip.com
www.mediabistro.com
www.pagesix.com
www.nypost.com
and the blogs of my friends:
www.giltpleasures.blogspot.com
and the blogs of friends of friends:
www.sassysashasblog.blogspot.com
This is a lot of f*ing Web sites, considering that all but two of these outlets pretty much recycle the same crap amongst themselves. However, if you are bored, and in need of good "pass the time" reading...click on any of the links above. Don't think you will be able to memorize this stuff like I can though...but feel free to challenge me to Trivial Pursuit anyway.
Remember..tonight...might be the best night EVER
Just a reminder to set your TiVo's to both the Colbert Report and the O'Reilly Factor, as both Bill O'Reilly (boooo! boooo!) and Steven Colbert (hooray! hooray!) will be the guests on each other's shows. Steven is going to bring his A-game tonight...I can feel it...and I can't wait!
Dina Lohan is a Moron
My support for Team Lohan is unwavering...get well soon Lindsay! However, it is official that Dina Lohan is out of her mind. She issued the following statement after it broke that Lindsay is in rehab:
"I'm so proud of her. She's really in a good place right now, spiritually and mentally. She's in an amazing, phenomenal place. She's 20 and she's solid, and she's doing what she needs to do. I don't know that many people who are that secure. It's all about her, and getting back on track. She's fine -- she's amazingly fine."
Are you kidding me? Your 20-year-old daughter, who legally isn't even allowed to drink yet, checks into rehab and you say she's in an amazing and phenomenal place? That she's solid? Is this a joke? She is NOT fine or secure! She needs a mother, who can help her reign it in! A 20-year-old cannot be let loose in Los Angeles with millions of dollars to her name, while her mother does who-knows-what back in Long Island...(I read Page Six, I know what you've been up to Dina!)
This is so sad...I think Lindsay is super talented. I'm afraid she's heading down the same path as like River Phoenix or something...hopefully she's got her head on straighter than we know. Team Lohan in 2007!
"I'm so proud of her. She's really in a good place right now, spiritually and mentally. She's in an amazing, phenomenal place. She's 20 and she's solid, and she's doing what she needs to do. I don't know that many people who are that secure. It's all about her, and getting back on track. She's fine -- she's amazingly fine."
Are you kidding me? Your 20-year-old daughter, who legally isn't even allowed to drink yet, checks into rehab and you say she's in an amazing and phenomenal place? That she's solid? Is this a joke? She is NOT fine or secure! She needs a mother, who can help her reign it in! A 20-year-old cannot be let loose in Los Angeles with millions of dollars to her name, while her mother does who-knows-what back in Long Island...(I read Page Six, I know what you've been up to Dina!)
This is so sad...I think Lindsay is super talented. I'm afraid she's heading down the same path as like River Phoenix or something...hopefully she's got her head on straighter than we know. Team Lohan in 2007!
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
My Xmas List Has Already Been Started...
Yes. I would like the AWESOMENESS that will be the Jack Bauer action figure, under the tree, on December 25. Nevermind that I will be 27 years old at that time (nevermind that I just saw my life flash before my eyes either)...it matters not. One gift mom, and I know you read this. There will be two editions. And I want them both.
http://www.allheadlinenews.com/articles/7006151556
http://www.allheadlinenews.com/articles/7006151556
New Girl Crush
Kathryn Heigl of Grey's Anatomy! Not only was she one of the best dressed at the Golden Globes (and in general at awards shows) but she seems down-to-earth and real. Most specifically, she spoke out against Isiah Washington's unnecessary re-hashing of the on-set drama involving T.R. Knight telling Access Hollywood that his comments were unnecessary, that he should learn to keep his mouth shut and said she would beat down anyone who spoke out against her friends!!! Love it!! Cause that sounds like something I would say. Like the one time some a-hole cop blocked us in at a football game when we were parked illegally (and it was obvious we didn't know we were) and I called him an a-hole for talking to my friend like an idiot and then he sat there and blocked us in for two more hours. And I just continued calling him a d*@k until one of my friend's went over and apologized for my mouth. But then I gave him the middle finger out the back window on our way out of the parking lot, much to my delight, much to the chagrin of my friends...but I digress.
Anyways, I remember hating Isiah Washington when he appeared on Oprah because he was all high and mighty about his role and I was like dude, you are an actor, calm down, you're not really a cardiothoracic surgeon. Especially because he appeared alongside Ellen Pompeo who was so sweet and cool....anyways, the point of this is Kathryn Heigl kicks ass!
Anyways, I remember hating Isiah Washington when he appeared on Oprah because he was all high and mighty about his role and I was like dude, you are an actor, calm down, you're not really a cardiothoracic surgeon. Especially because he appeared alongside Ellen Pompeo who was so sweet and cool....anyways, the point of this is Kathryn Heigl kicks ass!
Monday, January 15, 2007
Golden Globes Thoughts
My thoughts on the Golden Globes…very quickly.
Dane Cook. YES.
Sascha Baron Cohen. HOT.
Warren Beatty. COULD HAVE BEEN FUNNIER.
Jamie Foxx. I HATE YOU.
Jennifer Hudson. I LOVE YOU.
Kate Winslet. PERFECTION.
Cameron Diaz. HO-RRENDOUS.
Justin Timberlake. HILARIOUS. SEE YOU IN FEBRUARY MY LOVE. MY LOVE. MY LOVE…AINT ANOTHER BOY WHO COULD TAKE YOUR SPOT MY LOVE.
Helen Mirren. WOULD LOVE TO LOOK LIKE HER AT HER AGE.
Tom Hanks. PLEASE MAKE ANOTHER MOVIE.
Jack Nicholson. I’D BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND FOR REAL.
Justin Chambers. YOU DON’T GET NEARLY ENOUGH CAMERA TIME!
Martin Scorsese. FINALLY! GO ITALIANS!
Mark Wahlberg. JUST…YES.
Forest Whittaker. ADORABLE.
And finally some good news. Although they weren’t full-on tears, when American Ferrara won her Golden Globe I had tears in my eyes. I had to squeeze realllly hard for them to come out and I was two glasses of wine deep, but they were there. This is the pointless crap I am used to crying over…with any luck and without alcoholic assistance, I’ll be back on track soon.
Dane Cook. YES.
Sascha Baron Cohen. HOT.
Warren Beatty. COULD HAVE BEEN FUNNIER.
Jamie Foxx. I HATE YOU.
Jennifer Hudson. I LOVE YOU.
Kate Winslet. PERFECTION.
Cameron Diaz. HO-RRENDOUS.
Justin Timberlake. HILARIOUS. SEE YOU IN FEBRUARY MY LOVE. MY LOVE. MY LOVE…AINT ANOTHER BOY WHO COULD TAKE YOUR SPOT MY LOVE.
Helen Mirren. WOULD LOVE TO LOOK LIKE HER AT HER AGE.
Tom Hanks. PLEASE MAKE ANOTHER MOVIE.
Jack Nicholson. I’D BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND FOR REAL.
Justin Chambers. YOU DON’T GET NEARLY ENOUGH CAMERA TIME!
Martin Scorsese. FINALLY! GO ITALIANS!
Mark Wahlberg. JUST…YES.
Forest Whittaker. ADORABLE.
And finally some good news. Although they weren’t full-on tears, when American Ferrara won her Golden Globe I had tears in my eyes. I had to squeeze realllly hard for them to come out and I was two glasses of wine deep, but they were there. This is the pointless crap I am used to crying over…with any luck and without alcoholic assistance, I’ll be back on track soon.
Book Recos
Also...finished Sammy's Hill last week by Kristen Gore and it was amazing. This is the book I would love to write and am currently trying to write (Page 10 ya'll!). Highly, highly recommend it.
So then I started this new book called "Bloodchild and other stories" by Octavia something or other. I picked this up in the building book exchange not realizing that it was science fiction short stories. I've never been one for science fiction in general, nevermind in print form, but I figured in the spirit of trying new things in the new year, I'd give it a shot.
It's just as wierd as one would expect. The first story was about humans who are kept on a preserve and raised to give birth to the alien lifeforms who keep them alive, with particular emphasis on one human and one alien who are like in love or something. The second story is about people who are born with a disease that causes them to mutilate themselves until they die. This one is more interesting than the other, but kind of graphic and hard to read at times.
This is not my cup of tea, however, I can appreciate two things 1.) Inventing entire new worlds is not an easy thing to do, much less write about, in a convincing way and 2.) the writing is very good.
Moreover, it's book #3 on the year and that's more important that anything. Once finished, I'll be three down, 23 to go.
P.S. the Italian DVDs remain unopened to date.
So then I started this new book called "Bloodchild and other stories" by Octavia something or other. I picked this up in the building book exchange not realizing that it was science fiction short stories. I've never been one for science fiction in general, nevermind in print form, but I figured in the spirit of trying new things in the new year, I'd give it a shot.
It's just as wierd as one would expect. The first story was about humans who are kept on a preserve and raised to give birth to the alien lifeforms who keep them alive, with particular emphasis on one human and one alien who are like in love or something. The second story is about people who are born with a disease that causes them to mutilate themselves until they die. This one is more interesting than the other, but kind of graphic and hard to read at times.
This is not my cup of tea, however, I can appreciate two things 1.) Inventing entire new worlds is not an easy thing to do, much less write about, in a convincing way and 2.) the writing is very good.
Moreover, it's book #3 on the year and that's more important that anything. Once finished, I'll be three down, 23 to go.
P.S. the Italian DVDs remain unopened to date.
TV is back!
This is quickly shaping up to be the best week ever. Jack Bauer is back and in full effect. American Idol, no words necessary, starts again tomorrow. Heroes starts again next week. Listen closely, that's the sound of my head almost exploding.
I'm a Heartless B!tch
Over the weekend, I watched several really sad movies and TV shows with my roommates in an attempt to see if I could get myself to cry. I recently saw the movie “The Holiday” and despite my contempt for Cameron Diaz realized that I too, could not cry and in fact, have not cried in nearly seven months. (in The Holiday, Cameron's character has a problem crying which is conveniently solved near the movie's end.)
I have no explanation for this. I used to cry all the time – as a matter of fact, I love crying. Everyone feels better after crying. I don’t even have to be sad, if something is exciting or funny or happy, I’ll cry about it. I didn’t cry in front of other people until I was 13 or so, but once I began doing it, I loved it.
Now, I’ve reverted somehow and it bothers me. Not only am I not crying, I’m not even getting a lump in my throat.
So I TiVo’d Extreme Makeover Home Edition and all these shows with sad/uplifting topics to see if I could get my tear ducts working normally again. In the meantime, my roommates have taken to calling me “heartless bitch” for my recent emotional shortcomings and I don’t really like that.
I have no explanation for this. I used to cry all the time – as a matter of fact, I love crying. Everyone feels better after crying. I don’t even have to be sad, if something is exciting or funny or happy, I’ll cry about it. I didn’t cry in front of other people until I was 13 or so, but once I began doing it, I loved it.
Now, I’ve reverted somehow and it bothers me. Not only am I not crying, I’m not even getting a lump in my throat.
So I TiVo’d Extreme Makeover Home Edition and all these shows with sad/uplifting topics to see if I could get my tear ducts working normally again. In the meantime, my roommates have taken to calling me “heartless bitch” for my recent emotional shortcomings and I don’t really like that.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Cool NY Activity
Last night, I got the opportunity to check out the Upright Citizen's Brigade theater and had a kick-ass time. If you've never checked it out, you really should. Especially on Tuesday's when apparently improv comedy troupes come perform. Based on audience suggestion, the troupes act out an idea over the course of a half hour. For example, last night someone shouted out eBay and right then and there the troupe acted out the birth of eBay and it's world domination. It was so funny. And amazing, considering they were making everything up on the spot.
It's perfect for a date or just something to do when bored. And you support local theater and comedy at the same time.
It's perfect for a date or just something to do when bored. And you support local theater and comedy at the same time.
Oh and FYI...
..on the resolution front, just thought it was worth noting that on the plane ride back from SoFla to NYC on January 2, I read an entire book. Granted, it was cheesy airport fare, but it was decent enough to whip through. It was called Mad River Road in case you're ever in the airport and can't do another SuDoKu puzzle.
I'm also halfway through a very excellent book called Sammy's Hill...written by Al Gore's daughter, Kristen Gore. It's so funny and relevant and I'm not even finished with it yet. I highly recommend it.
Also, happy to report that my building has begun an unofficial book swap on the bottom floor and I've already given/taken three books...so I think this New Year's reso is right on track. Take that haters!
I'm also halfway through a very excellent book called Sammy's Hill...written by Al Gore's daughter, Kristen Gore. It's so funny and relevant and I'm not even finished with it yet. I highly recommend it.
Also, happy to report that my building has begun an unofficial book swap on the bottom floor and I've already given/taken three books...so I think this New Year's reso is right on track. Take that haters!
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