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Friday, October 29, 2010
Happy Halloween Bloggers!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
I have never seen The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I know. You're shocked. Someone as well read, sophisticated and cutting edge as myself, (insert chuckle here) having never experienced the cult classic, Rocky Horror Picture Show. But I have not, so I was more than looking forward to the Glee interpretation of the show.
Slightly disappointed and majorly confused is how I felt about Rocky Horror after last night's Glee episode. What last night was really about had more to do with Emma and Mr Shuester and less about Rocky Horror.
I don't live under a rock, so I have seen a few bits and pieces of the show here and there and I have seen images from the original. I will say that the Glee casting was great and that more than a couple of the musical numbers were entertaining. The shows open had me mesmerized. Those lips....Was that Quinn? I'm thinking the lips belonged to Quinn (Diana Argon) so anyone else want to venture a guess here, be my guest.
Rachel and Finn were cast in the lead roles of Janet Weiss and Brad Majors and the casting of the rest of the show scattered among the Glee club aside, Emma's new boyfriend Carl, (John Stamos) as Eddie, decked out from head to toe in leather singing was NOT a complete waste of my time, to say the least. "Whatever Happened to Saturday Night", was performed to perfection with the rest of the Glee club joining in, left me thinking it's no wonder Will is worried about Emma and Carl. These two have chemistry, and Will is beginning to feel that Carl is "winning" by making Emma a better person. She even left the crusts on her sandwich. Shocking.
Sam, cast in the part of Rocky, is a complete no brainer and he wins the award for the best one liners of the night; describing his shirtless, gold mini-shorts costume as "abulous" and the classic, "Can I get some longer shorts? I'm afraid I'm going to show some 'nuttage'." Sue is up to no good, planning an expose of the show for TV. The idea was piched to her by Meatloaf and Barry Bostwick, in a nod to the original cast members of the movie. The basis of the expose is that the show's content is far too racy for high school, but Shue won't admit to anyone, including himself that he is pushing the limits for Emma.
Shue decides that maybe the show is a little too risque, and that Sam seemed out of his comfort zone, so he tells Emma that he will now be playing Rocky and that he needs her to rehearse 'Touch-a Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me'. She agrees and needless to say it's quite steamy and
Emma and Shue almost kiss....
*note to producers: Matthew Morrison is a HOT hunk of man...If you are going to flash us that ABULOUS body of his, please...wax the hair from his chest. thank you.*
Finn, freaking out about having to do a scene in his underwear, decides that he's going to walk through the halls of McKinnley High wearing nothing but boxer shorts to try and embrace his sexy-ness. He almost gets suspended. And can someone please tell me when Finn is going to haul off and punch out one of those bulling football jocks, who are always giving him shit about being in Glee club? I'd REALLY like to see that happen soon, considering he's about 3 or four inches taller and could take both of them in a fight, I'm sure...just saying.
In the end, after Mr. Shue finds out about Sue's TV expose, Mr. Shue realizes that he is putting the school, the kids and his reputation on the line for Emma. He tells her he is canceling the show and admits that he only did it to get closer to her. He drops the classic and cheesey, "If I really love you I need to back off and accept the fact that, at least for now, being with him is the best thing for you."
And I am left with burnt toast.
Maybe I'll take it with me when I go to a REAL showing of the movie. I think I need to do it and soon, otherwise I'll loose my theater geek credentials.
I'll leave you with this, which was my download choice of the night and a song even I have heard before. Not bad for a bunch of misfits....which is really what the Rocky Horror Picture show is really all about.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Cmon, I question whether these two are even real, let alone married. She's a pop princess, second only to Lady Gaga, in the "Rule the Pop World" category, and he's just plain weird. Seriously, I believe he really is the character, Aldous Snow, the one he played in,"Forgetting Sarah Marshall".
They say there is someone for everyone, so if this is true, I think these two have YET to find their someone. Call me cynical, but I just think there is no way Little Miss Type A married that big heap of mess. For all the success that Russell Brand has had, and he's sort of riding a wave of cinematic success right now, what are the odds that Katy will hang around when the Russell Brand train comes to a halt?
What do I know? They could be the worlds longest survivng couple ever, but the odds are heavily stacked against them, especially if they both continue finding success in Hollywood.
Let's get a pool together and predict how long these two will last. I'm serouis.
$2o bucks says six months, or at least until after the release of his next movie, Arthur.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
See The Boss.
The Boss, and his colleagues believe they are in the business of "Treat Management".
See The Dame.
The Dame is, by far, the most ruthless member of The Treat Mafia. Her bite is much worse than her bark if she is denied her share of a treat. And without regard for consequences.
And The Dame isn't one to be denied... If you know what's good for you.
The last guy who denied them a treat was never seen or heard from again.
Message on the street was, "he was with Luca Brazi, sleeping with the fishes."
Friday, October 15, 2010
We get to stare down our Wally World counter parts and ask the question that begs to be asked, WHY?
We were never quite sure why Uncle Earl was never married....
Did that thing just wink at me, or am I seeing things?
I think I just heard him say, "Thank you, Thank you very much..."
Girls just wanna have fun....but only if it's with other girls.
Looks to me like Nana stashed the rolls from the restaurant in the back of her shirt instead of her purse.
Oh, the joy of http://www.peopleofwalmart.com!!!
Peace out bloggers and have a great weekend knowing that after viewing these, things couldn't really be that bad...
Thursday, October 14, 2010
I guess I picked a bad week to stop sniffing glue....
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
I'm aware that being married in Hollywood is not at all conducive to a long and happy wedded life. It's a fact. But in the course of tabloid publishing, reading and reporting, I'll bet that these two couples somehow looked like they had the staying power. Let's take Courtney and David. When she married him 11 years ago, during the height of her "Freinds" fame, the world watched and scratched their heads, wondering what she saw in the "goofy, childish" Arquette. I, myself, never thought it would last, nor did I really care, but during those 11 years, the spin on the Arquette's was nothing but positive, loving and fun, both seemingly bringing success into their union. I began to root for them and when they had their daughter, Coco, it looked like their family was intact.
I should have known better. I, of all people, should know that nothing is really ever as it seems. If mis-matched Courtney and David can't make it work, who can? In today's paper, it is being reported that David spoke to Shock Jock Howard Stern yesterday and admitted that the break-up was all his fault. He alleges that he and his wife had not had sex for a month before they separated, so Courtney gave him the go-ahead to "do whatever you have to do". Huh??
So he went and had sex with some famous, celebrity "hanger-on" skank, who has a complete resume on all the celebs she has slept with. Nice move David. I'm sure Coco will be so proud when she looks back on the publicity surrounding her parents break-up. No wonder Courtney, David told Stern, told him, "I don't want to be your mother anymore." Sad truth there.
What about Christina and Jordan? Bratman, who got beat down with the ugly stick more than once (sorry) and his sexy, hot, siren wife Christina Aguilera announced their split yesterday after 5 years of marriage. What the heck?? They looked so much in love. They welcomed their first son a few years ago, appeared publicly together with just the proper amount of PDA and even spoke of their "naked Sundays", where they stayed at home on Sundays all day sans clothing. Hey, whatever works for you. Curiously, they announced that this is a trial separation, and that they may reconcile at some point in the future.
Talk about pressure. Now here's a young couple who I though had it together. You know she didn't marry him for his looks, money or fame, so one could assume that he floated her boat intellectually and physically, but add in the fame factor and any Hollywood marriage is starting out in the negative side of a statistic. Why is this? Who's next? For all that people want to criticize Brad and Angelina for not being married, I have to give them credit. They have six children together and feel no pressure to get married. They have committed themselves to their children and each other and admit that not all days are sunshine and roses. Maybe they have it figured out.
Maybe not. Maybe they will be the next announcement. The world has been waiting for that shoe to drop for a long time. And you know bad news always comes in threes.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
- Cupcakes. Seriously, who doesn't love cupcakes?
- Muffins. My Guy has requested homemade chocolate chip. No problemo.
- Chili. I got a serious hankering for some veggie chili after reading Corey James' blog today.
- Pot Roast. It's getting chilly, so tonite a nice pot roast will be a welcome meal for the troops.
Nothing makes me happier than knowing my family is eating wholesome food cooked my mom. Frick and Frack love to help in the kitchen too, so sometimes I can get them to tell me things while we are cooking together that they wouldn't otherwise. You know, they can't use the TV or the computer as an excuse for not answering any of my pointed questions. In the kitchen, it's just easy, casual, conversation...most of the time.
What's cookin' today? A whole day of family love and fun.
And I can't wait.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
I remember it like it was yesterday. Once we got to the pet store/puppy mill, we scoped the cages for pugs. They had three fawn colored puppy pugs and we had been looking through the window at this tiny little boy pug. We watched him roll around and play and decided that we'd like to have him taken out to play with. We waited until it was our turn and told the clerk we wanted to see the boy pug. As he went to get the puppy, something made me say, "Wait! I want to see that one." I pointed to another pug three cages down. Don't ask me why, and the story has now become legend, but as I scanned the cages I saw this other little sad-faced pug and the words came out of my mouth before I knew they were coming.
Jingle is now Queen of the pack here, as she tolerates the boys antics regularly. A girl after my own heart, she will let them annoy her until she has had just enough, then look out! And they do. She's not the alpha, but she does not need to be if they push her buttons. And they both know it. I sometimes wonder what it was about her that made me change my mind so quickly, and made her fate change so drastically. I often think that to be a dog in a crate, waiting to be adopted must be a precarious state to be in. Wouldn't it be grand if a dog had some control over how he/she "auditions" for the role of a lifetime, family dog.
Jingle just may have telepathically sent me a message like this. You never know...
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Today, I drive a silver car, but for years I drove a black car. Come to think of it, this is the first car I have owned that wasn't black, including and up to my first car. A black Ford Mustang hand-me-down from my two brothers. Now don't get all excited, my Mustang was not one of which dreams were made. No, that car was made during Ford's small, economy, sedan, piece of crap Mustang years, and it was black. I loved it for sure, because it was MINE and that was good enough for me.
Yet every time I see a black car now, the thought runs through my head, "I should have chosen a black car". Needless to say, when the time comes for me to choose my next car, I'm pretty confident it will be black. But I'm liking the white too..
Anyway, here's what the color of your car says about you according to Socyberty.com:
A red car indicates that you are a passionate person. You are a “take charge” kind of individual and you are at least a little wild. If you are thinking of buying a red car keep in mind that red cars are still among the most stolen and one of the most ticketed vehicles on the road. Bright red paint also subconsciously sends the message that the owner is in a higher income bracket.
An orange vehicle is exceedingly hard to find. If you have an orange car you most likely crave attention. You are also generally a happy and upbeat person who enjoys being unique.
There aren’t too many yellow cars on the road either, but a few companies do put them out; think the Ford Focus and VW Bug for instance. If you drive a yellow car you are confident. You like to have fun and you embrace the child within.
Green is the color of nature. The person who chooses a green car is conscientious. They tend to be the go-to person in tense situations because they know how to keep their emotions in balance.
If your car is dark blue you are likely a very loyal person. You value relationships over wealth and you are calm. Rather than stand out, you like to blend in. If your car is light blue you are serene and peaceful. You also have a strong maternal instinct.
This is the color of royalty. If you have found a purple car you are a cherished individual who loves beauty, but walks with strength and purpose.
There are few pink cars out there, but they can be found. If you have a pink car, you like to be treated with a soft touch. You like to smile and you think good health is important.
If you have a brown car that signifies that you are reliable. You are true to yourself and to those around you. You are earthy and don’t engage in “showboating.” You are approachable, responsible and worthy of friendship.
A slick black car is the epitome of power and authority. Think CIA or Secret Service. If you have a black car, you are sending the message that you are in control and are self-assured.
There are many white cars on the road. What they say about their owners has a lot to do with their upkeep. A clean white car shows that you pay attention to detail. You are careful and pure. A dirty white car makes you look sloppy and indifferent.
Although gray often represents the dreary and depressing in clothes, furniture and paint, that is not the case with your gray car. A gray car is a comfortable one. It represents stability and self-reliance.
Silver cars represent prestige, wealth and luxury. The newer and shinier the car, the more this will come across.
A gold car represents wealth and pride. If you have a gold car, you likely want to be noticed. You want people to know you do not lack financially and you are independent.
Please do leave your car color in the comments section so we can learn more about what the color of your car says about you bloggers!
Monday, October 4, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
I'm not supposed be blogging about it because This Person asked me, in the midst of all the ER craziness, not to blog about it. "Please, no blogging about this. This is not material for your blog," This Person said. I get it, so I won't be blogging about it, except to say that's why I missed a day of blogging for the first time in two years. (without, of course, letting you all know I wouldn't be blogging) But it did get me to thinking...
Blogging and I have become one. I am blogger and proud of it. Yesterday morning, while sitting in the doctors office, then the ER, knowing that This Person was going to be uncomfortable, but ultimately fine, I became a little anxious with the knowledge that I had not blogged and probably would not be blogging at all. I felt like I was shirking my responsibilities. Like I was skipping school for the first time, only as an adult, and the guilt would rear it's ugly little head every now and again. Now, I'm not saying that what I do here on The Daily Dandy is important. I'm saying that what I do here on The Daily Dandy is important to ME and if others are enjoying it, then that's a huge bonus.
I know I am a blogger because my family reads my blog regularly. Every once in a while someone from my large, crazy, family will tell me they liked my blog last week about.... Sometimes, My Guy will go on my blog to try and figure out what I'm thinking or ask me why I chose to share some intimate detail of our lives with the bloggersphere and I'm pretty certain he always checks The Dandy the day after a big fight. My best friend who lives in Vegas will shoot me a text every now and then that says, "love the blog today! hee hee." and some of my clients have become regular readers. I know this because I have received several emails congratulating me on my recent marriage, while scratching my head wondering how they knew until I figured it out.
For me, the evidence of my blogger identity came to light at my recent wedding when my children, Frick and Frack, gave the most elequoent, sincere, articulate and heartwarming toast/speech. In that speech, they mentioned that I was a blogger, in case people didn't know, and they dropped my blog name and told a story of one of my blog posts involving them, misbehaving badly. They even went on to quote all of you, by name, and repeat your comments. It was a laugh out loud riot, coming straight from them, and I realized that they read The Dandy more than I thought. It gave me pleasure to know that they too, check every now and again to see what mom is "ranting about today".
But most of all I am blogger for me. I don't think I have ever done anything in my life that felt so right, where I had the freedom to just be me and I knew it from the day I started. Oh I know, most days I suck badly and some days I'm lazy. Some days I'm funny and some days I'm serious and sad. Sporty, quirky, celebrity-obsessed, ridiculous or nostalgic, blogger is a big part of who I am and you all are too. Please, keep reading The Daily Dandy, and I'll keep reading your wonderful blogs. It's not rocket science, what we do here. It's just blogging. But for me, it's become a very important part of my day and my life.
I mean, where else can one go to find the latest, greatest, commentary on those crazees over at WalMart (besides Thepeopleofwalmart.com) or the inside scoop on Tom Brady's ingrown fingernail? That's right people, it's important work I'm doing here and I'm damn proud of it. I am Blogger; hear me roar.