February 27th, 2008
For those interested...

I updated my music pick of the "month"! Month means six months, right?
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February 26th, 2008
My very prompt, very accurate Oscar thoughts.

There was a time when I would get inspired and teary eyed when Oscar winners would say, "Don't give up on your dreams!" Now I find it very annoying. Please. Who are you to tell me not to give up on my dreams, guy from Once?? Maybe I want to give up on my dreams, ever think of that? What? No, this isn't depressing, I'm asserting my free will! So you made a movie for $100,000 and you're telling everybody else to do it because YOU won an Oscar? You know what I call that? Irresponsible! If you drank a crapton of beer and got in your car with no incidents would you tell everyone to go drink and drive because you made it out unscathed?? Do you know how many people are out there going into debt now because of your insensitive remarks?? Just keep your advice to yourself and enjoy your award, big guy! Okay, hey, it's okay. Yes, I think your song is beautiful. Jeez, you still need validation? You won the Oscar!

So my friend Nate tagged me to blog about things I learned the hard way. I will do that next time. It will probably be about my road to the Oscars.
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February 22nd, 2008
Learn how to do stuff.

I am not promoting the company that makes this and I'm not NOT promoting them. However, I enjoy these little shorts on how to do things quickly. I like things done fast! Get it to me stat! I like it when people say that and it HAPPENS. STAT. Ignore this and watch this video and then watch the rest of them. The baby one definitely works. I say this from unfortunate experience.


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February 19th, 2008
Somebody get me Tony Gilroy's agent on the phone, stat!

We watched The Bourne Ultimatum last night and the verdict is in: Tony Gilroy needs to write all the movies I watch. And you know what, why stop there? He should write all the movies I write. What do we need me for? Let's take the middle man out of this. I already have a first idea for him. Jack Bauer and Jason Bourne unite to get people to stop accusing them of things they haven't done, realize they are inherently perfect humans who can kick everyone's ass at the same time, so trust them already. We call the movie: JB. Opening credits: the initials JB appear taking up the whole screen. Jack Bauer breaks through the J, followed by Bourne who breaks through the B. I don't have anything else from there, I'm leaving the rest to Gilroy.


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February 14th, 2008
I hate to get all mushy on you guys but...

I had the sweetest moment ever today and it did happen to occur on valentine's day...

Harper was with Brett, but reached for me and said, "Mommy! Mommy!" So I picked her up. She smiled off to the distance and said quietly, "Happy. Happy." All while doing the sign for "happy".

Sigh.

As Brett pointed out if someone could have told me that would happen when she was two months old, crying constantly and seemingly couldn't give a rat's ass about me, that would have helped, like, a LOT.

Also, my husband Valentine stayed up until 4 AM sewing me a skirt. An awesome skirt. I have nothing to complain about, so if I do, slap me.
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February 10th, 2008
I am usually bored when people talk in detail about their dreams. Sleep dreams, not wish dreams.

I don't like Gwen Stefani, in fact I may even really dislike her if I were to think about it very long, but last night I had a dream (wait, this won't be long!) that I was singing at her wedding. She was really pissed at me because I can't sing. Why am I having performance anxiety dreams? I'm not performing anywhere right now! I just realized that she probably got married at least three or four years ago when I WAS performing regularly so maybe last night I went into a time warp.

This may be the most boring entry ever, but I have four readers who get upset when I don't post regularly. You have no idea the pressure I'm under.
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February 2nd, 2008
Just George.

So I've asked a lot of people before I saw this movie, "What did you think of Michael Clayton?" And almost all of them said, "Eh. It was okay. The ending was great." So I didn't expect much. But let me tell you now, I LOVED this movie. LOVED it. For me, the star of the show was the screenplay. The writer (& director) Tony Gilroy, reminds me of Mamet and Aaron Sorkin (Sorky) only less stylized. I couldn't get over how good the writing was. And the directing was great as well. It was a thriller and I was thrilled! It was like watching 24 only I was out of practice so my heart almost couldn't take it! And it wasn't even because of Clooney, who I love, but wasn't super phenomenal in my opinion. He was just George. (Which should be the name of his memoirs. I'm glad he reads this, I just hope I get compensation when he uses it.)

On a separate note, apparently there are some women who don't find Clooney to be empirically attractive. He is usually the name I throw out there if we need to come up with a stereotypically attractive man. The last couple times I've done that, someone has said to me, "He's your type?" Isn't that like asking, "Are you heterosexual?" And the reason given? He is old. What? Since when aren't men allowed to grow old and remain attractive? What kind of society do we live in if we don't let men OR women age? Let's just pick one gender to beat up on people, and stick to it. It's bad enough an entire age range of women all look like weird clowns who can't move their faces, let's not make the men turn into Burt Reynolds. Or let's switch! Clearly we need to hate one gender, let's just switch. Fine, Clooney is disgusting. But Sally Field is H-O-T. Try it out, let's make this happen.
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