Spooks and kooks abound, this is the weekend for the crazee's to hit the streets because for one weekend only, it's a prerequsite to let your freak flag fly!! (imagine what those crazees at Wal Mart are going to do??)
I am NOT dressing up for Halloween. I figure I'm freaky enough without any help from some elaborate costume, but I will be at the 50 yard line come All Hallows Eve, watching My Tommy kick the crap out of Brett "I didn't text that woman a picture of my penis" Favre and Randy Moss. Oh what a joy!
The picture above is of my kitchen table, today! I'm so fricken rock and roll...I can't stand it!!!!
So yesterday I did something COMPLETELY out of character for me.
I drastically and pre-calculated-ly altered my look. I cut my long, down to the middle of my back, light, golden blonde hair to shoulder length AND, I dyed it brunette.
I shocked the shit out of every one but My Guy, because I discussed it with him first. It was a laugh out loud riot, witnessing the people in my world's reactions to the new me and I must say I keep thinking, "Who's that girl?" every time I look in the mirror. I like it, this chocolate brown me, and I think everyone else does too. It makes me look so much younger.
I haven't changed the color of my hair in years. Come to think of it, the last time I changed the color of my hair, my husband left me (not the one I'm married to now) so I'm thinking that it was a pretty ballsy move. And empowering. I feel stronger in a strange sort of way. My kids were flabbergasted at first, looking at me with eyes wide open and a half crooked smile on their shocked faces. Strange as this sounds, I feel like they are proud of me for doing it. Proud that I was not afraid to go against the norm and try something new. Proud that I'm not all long, blond hair anymore. Proud that maybe I am so much more than just my hair.
See what happens when you empower yourself with something as simple as a change in your look? You even sound different. So I'll ride this empowerment wave for a while and I'll enjoy it. But I know I'll creep back into blonde land eventually. It will start slowly, with a few light highlights to enhance the chocolate locks. Then the highlights will get lighter and lighter and before I know it, I will be a golden blonde again and by then my hair will have grown to the middle of my back again. And I'll be the old me again. Once you go blonde it becomes a part of you, for life.
But I like this new me and right now so does everybody else. It's kind of exciting. It's like looking in the mirror at a new person and sort of like My Guy is sleeping with some exotic brunette every night. And when the people in my inner circle, see me for the first time, and ask themselves, "Who's that girl?".
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.
Ok, so they can just call it now. Call it for what it is, already, a hoax.
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.
Little Red Riding hood was frolicking through the forest, when out from behind a tree jumped the Big Bad Wolf.
The Big Bad Wolf, drooling and ready to pounce, said to Little Red, "Little Red Riding hood, I'm going to bend you over and GIVE it to you good, you little whore."
Little Red, unfazed, reached into her basket, pulled out a gun, put it to the wolf's head, pointed to her vagina and replied, "No you're not. You're going to EAT me just like the story says."
The universe must be in complete alignment, because star-crossed lovers Sahquille O'Neil and Boston Sports Fans have finally found each other.
As promised, the Shaqrock tweeted his location in Harvard Square yesterday and posed for pics with fans like a statue, a la the city's beloved Celtic's legend Red Aurabach.
Pandemonium ensued. Word has it that Shaq, who did not speak to his fans, (he's supposed to be a statue) was quoted after the photo shoot, "Now I can say I went to Harvard."
This city loooves it's Shaq. And the feeling seems to be mutual. He can pretty much say what ever he wants and Boston fans will flock.
Now lets see what the Big Green does for the Big Green......
I'm not sure if the bump on my head from falling off the Turnip Truck is 100% healed, but Saturday night, my friend told me about this game called Cornhole. Now, I don't know about you, but my definition of a corn hole was NOT a game and much like a middle school kid, I giggled every time my friend said the word, corn hole.
A quick google search proved that indeed, Cornhole is a game and a serious one at that. There are even leagues and an American Cornhole Association. *insert immature giggle here*
People can get all kinds of different cornhole boards, pimped out with your favorite sports teams and or designs and there are official rules on playing the game.
Cornhole is much like beanbag toss, and some people don't think it's funny at all. According to the American Cornhole Association or the ACA;
"Cornhole or Corn Toss is similar to horseshoes except you use wooden boxes called cornhole platforms and corn bags instead of horseshoes and metal stakes. Contestants take turns pitching their corn bags at the cornhole platform until a contestant reaches the score of 21 points. A corn bag in the hole scores 3 points, while one on the platform scores 1 point. It's great fun for the whole family."*insert immature giggle here*
The game of Cornhole has even been called Cincinnati's best kept secret and the World's best kept secret. According to Shannon Russell of The Cincinnati Enquirer, "Cornhole originated on the West Side of Cincinnati, which is generally any area west of I-75." And since West Sider's eat East Sider's for breakfast, Ms. Russell writes that she was fairly reticent about checking out the Cornhole-ing community for her editorial assignment. “Cornhole is big over here because so many different people can play, and men and women can compete against each other equally,” said a Cornholer she interviewed. Russell, a native Cincinnati East-Sider, asked the Cornholer why she had she never heard of it.
“BECAUSE PEOPLE ON THE EAST SIDE ARE AFRAID TO SAY CORNHOLE,” The Cornholer said with a booming laugh. I briefly considered defending the entire East Side but decided I wanted to keep my teeth intact," writes Russell.
Dang, these people are serious about their Cornhole. *insert immature giggle here*
Come to think of it I kinda like my teeth too.
I think I'd probably be better served to just leave it at that, and shut my hole.
