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Saturn Has Returned With A Can Of Whoop-Ass

NERD ALERT!

I’m totally about to drop some astrology knowledge on your asses.  I’m no fortune teller, nor am I a tarot card or palm reader or any of that shit.  I’m not trying to get you to join any cult or anything.  My ears perked up though when I overheard someone discussing their “Saturn Return” and I can honestly say I related to the conversation.  I googled a bunch of keywords did some research, and the only reason I am sharing is because I am so there right now, and I’m hoping I’m not alone.  So why not ask the internets? They’ll be honest, right?

I feel it necessary to point out that I am a Libra.  Libras are also known as the Scales of Balance, basically meaning that we fucking hate it when there is conflict and imbalance in our lives.  Our sign is also the only inaminate object of the Zodiac signs, meaning we are neither human nor animal, but dammit! things need to be in order.  Anywho….

Apparently somewhere around every 29.5 years the planet Saturn orbits the sun, returning to the same place in the galaxy as when you were born.  This happens between the ages of 27-30, 58-60, and 86-88. Did I tell you all I just turned 30?  Yea.  The “return of Saturn,” as it is called, brings with it an awful mix of challenge, significance, fear, reflection, doubt, prestige, hard lessons, order, confusion, and accomplishment.  I mean, seriously?  This is a Libra’s nightmare. This is my nightmare, and it’s happening.  

Saturn comes to tell you whether or not you’re on the right path in life.  If you’re not, Saturn will nag you until you realize you need to change it up.  If you are, Saturn will encourage you to stay on the same path.  

Need some proof?

Vincent Van Gogh, at age 30, decided to become a painter instead of a minister. Bill Rodgers marked the first of three consecutive Boston Marathon wins, and made the 1976 Olympic running team, all during the course of his Saturn Return.

The U.S. Census Bureau names its peak divorce years at 28-30.  You all belong to Facebook, I’m sure most of your childhood friends (and probably you!) are married, having babies, buying houses, the whole nine. (Just want to say – Love you!  Better you than me!)  Some might be ending those commitments.  Some might just be questioning them.  So goes the Saturn Return. 

One of my all-time faves, No Doubt, released an album entitled “Return of Saturn” around the same time Ms. Gwen Stefani turned 29.  The song “New” in my opinion is in direct relation to her return of Saturn, as can be found in the lyrics.  Need to read them?  Here.

Another total girl crush of mine, Drew Barrymore, attributes her return of Saturn to the changes in her life on her infamous appearance on David Letterman.  Yes, that episode.  Where she flashed her tits.  Don’t remember?  Let me refresh:

Ummm, can anyone say “parallel?”

So this is where I’m at.  A total crossroads.  Life (and Saturn) has decided to give me the ultimate mid-term exam.  Where am I now?  Where do I want to go?  Am I on the path I’m supposed to be?  

What the hell kinds of questions are these and who has the damn answers??  I’ve never passed a test without taking a look at the answer code!  It’s not fair!  I hate school!

I guess that’s the whole point.  Grow the fuck up kid and take a long hard look at where you’re at.  Where do you want to go?  Who do you want to end up being?  Saturn is here to kick your ass into high gear, to show you what you’re made of and show you how to get it.  If you listen, awesome.  If not, you’ll have another chance in about 29.5 years.  But that’s a lot of time to waste.  

Just sayin.

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I Am A Guitar Hero!

If you have enough time on your hands to be able to do as many takes as were needed to get this right, well then…you seriously have a lot of time on your hands. I love to play Guitar Hero. Love it!  It’s an addiction. When I first brought it home, I don’t think I left my apartment the entire weekend, and got about 4 hours of sleep over three days because I just had to pass this song!  Even my mom loves it.  No shit!

It’s like once you play you’re never the same.  It’s like The Ring, only no creepy wet dead girls climb out of the TV and you don’t die.  Unless you’re as hooked as this guy, because he really almost gets hit by a car. This is so awesome, it totally made my day.  And now I’m going to go play some Prisoner of Society.

Thanks to Drop Dead Chris for sharing!

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Brad Pitt Can Talk Poop, Not Tattoos

Mr. Supersexy Brad Pitt was on Oprah today to promote his new flick, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. His co-star, Cate Blanchett, was also there.  The movie actually looks pretty decent, but since it doesn’t come out until Christmas (which means I can’t illegally download it until at least February), I’ll probably forget about it by then.  Regardless, I’ll never pass up a chance to look at Brad Pitt in HD.  He’s beautiful.

The only problem was…

SNOOZE-FEST!!!!

How BORING?!?  What happened to the edgy, hard-ass, Fight Club Brad Pitt?  This guy was totally lame.  He couldn’t even name a favorite food of his, saying something like, “I’m liking the Indian.”  Or some shit.  And while I guess I can see where he could get a little creeped out by the question the following fan asked, he shouldn’t be too surprised that she’s seen a photo of his forearm, seeing as he’s pictured weekly in every tabloid magazine ever.  I mean, it’s cool to talk about picking hot dogs out of your kids’ vomit, but you don’t want to say anything about a tattoo on your arm?  Really?

Don’t get me wrong.  It’s Brad Pitt.  He’s a legend.  Hottest.Dude.Ever.  But he’s all into his family and kids and friggin’ Angelina and for whatever reason it bored me to tears.  And Ms. Cate wasn’t picking up any of the slack.  Lame show.  So whatever, Brad, I’m over you.

And what’s with the stupid ass mustache?!

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The One Show You Need To Be Watching

True Blood.  HBO.

Yeah, of course you’re already watching Entourage and Californication, but you absolutely need to watch True Blood.  Seriously.  As soon as you are finished reading this go watch all of the episodes on demand. And then watch them again. You’ll thank me I swear!

I mean, vampires, tons of sex, a murderer, and a LOT of other things I don’t want to spoil for you?  What’s not to love?  This show actually makes me fantasize about being a vampire.  It just seems so…sexy.  I even want to read the books the show is based on!  (BEWARE! Major spoilers lie behind that link! Click at your own risk!)  

Check out the trailer and then go watch.  And enjoy.

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Testing My Gut

Hi there!

I play Fantasy Football.  I’m obsessed with it.  Last year (my first year), I came in second in the league.  This year I am not doing as well.  Tonight I am going against everything I’ve trusted and playing everyone I was told not to play.  It might work out for me, actually, if things keep going how they’ve been.

My gut told me to sit Brett Favre against the NE Patriots.  Up until 10 minutes before kickoff I was listening to my instincts, but right before the game started I changed my mind.  I played Favre.  (Instead of Thigpen, what the hell?)

I’m not disappointed with my choice…yet.

Let’s see how the rest of the night shakes out.

I never knew how competitive I could be until I started playing this ridiculous game. It’s like an addiction.  I can’t help myself!

PS – Brandon Jacobs is my man.

Kaithanksbai!

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The Ultimate 80’s Romance Battle

Twenty-two years ago I was too young to compare my all-time favorite movie characters to see which one would be the ideal mate.  I was a little young for that kind of thing but there was always a clear winner in my mind. So what if I didn’t really get the whole boyfriend-girlfriend-love-hate-sex thing? I knew who I’d rather, and haven’t wavered from that choice since. I thought I’d run down my comparison of the two characters, and see if I can find out what, exactly, draws me to one over the other.

Let’s start with Ferris.

How much fun is Ferris Bueller to be around? The guy’s got a whole gamut of tricks up his sleeve to make adolescence super-fun, like pre-recorded doorbell greetings and the ability to convince the school principal that he was your dad and get you out of a boring class so you can spend the day cavorting around the windy city. He’s audacious, cunning, persuasive, and spontaneous. He has the wherewithal to not only coax his best friend off his death bed to join you, but also (albeit apprehensively) to coerce him into taking his father’s precious Porsche for a joyride. He’ll show you the best time of your life. He’ll shock you with his ability to upstage the headliner of a major parade, take you to a museum, to a fancy restaurant, to the top of the tallest building in town, all the while maintaining enough composure to steer clear of the powers that be that may just ruin your great time. He’ll make you think that all of this deviancy is okay simply because “look how much fun you’re having!” And you’ll believe him. He’s shameless, brazen, loud, hysterical, proud, impulsive, lighthearted, entertaining, creative, clever, and flattering. He’s more fun than any 17 year old ever to walk the earth. And you love him.

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He’s also embarrassing, crass, loud, cunning, sly, self-centered, lazy, arrogant, bold, spoiled, and overbearing. He gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants. I suppose some people would be envious, like Cameron. And girls like Sloane love to be with him because they are the female equivalents. See, the problem with Ferris is he’ll make you think he’s loyal, and he very well may be. For now. All it takes is a couple of bikini clad women sunbathing and Ferris stops in his tracks like the Road Runner. He’ll make you think he’s serious about you, that he wants to marry you and have little Ferrises, but deep down you know he’s not really serious. He doesn’t really have any ambition to do anything except party like it’s 1999. (In 1986 this was still a big hit.) Hell, he probably won’t even graduate if he doesn’t stop skipping school all the time.

Enter Lloyd Dobler.

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You probably don’t even know who Lloyd Dobler is and how amazing he thinks you are. Lloyd admires from afar for a long time before he musters the guts to give you a call. This call only comes after he sat 5 tables away from you in the mall cafeteria and told all his friends that you had a “date”. Mind you, Lloyd is the guy who has lots of girl-friends, none of whom are, or ever will be, anything more than friends. You won’t know it, but he’ll be pacing around the bathroom while he talks to you, and he’ll talk so much that he’ll convince you to go out with him, even though you are convinced that you’ll never have a good time, but you think what the hell. He’ll be polite to your father, and to him, every detail of the evening will be a big deal. He’ll be generous, sacrificing his own inebriation for the sake of the safety of the entire party. He’ll check on you every so often to make sure you are having a good time, but not in a creepy, suspicious way. In a caring, respectable, and attentive way. You’ll start to find him quite charming and not at all how you initially judged him. He’ll open doors for you, kick glass out of your way, visit your dad in jail for you, drop everything and move to Europe for you. He’s a family guy. He’s ambitious. And when you push him away, like you know you will, he’ll wake you up at the crack of dawn and blast that oh-so-romantic song that you first made love to.

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Some might say, “Hey, he also might be the guy that can’t do anything without you. He might be the kind of guy that gets upset when it’s “girls night out”. If you’re in the bathroom too long he might come in and ask “what’re you doing?” He might read your email over your shoulder and be jealous of everything you do without him and whoever you talk to. Maybe he’ll ask you to throw out all of your old photos and memorabilia.

Lloyd Dobler?  Naahh.  Well, at least I hope not.

The thing is, if I look at Ferris and I look at Lloyd, and I try to picture each of them in 20 or 30 years from where the end of their flicks left off, it’s really tough for me to picture Ferris as a man with a wife and kids. Lloyd, on the other hand, well, I imagine him and Diane living in some duplex in London, sipping tea and watching the little ones play hopscotch or some shit.  

Question is, what do you think?

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You’re still here? It’s over. Go home. Go!

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Change I Believe In

This is not a post.

I just want to go on record as saying the next President of the U.S.A will be Barack Obama.

Please enjoy the video and no matter where you stand, DON’T FORGET TO VOTE:

I hear Fort Lauderdale is quite nice this time of year.

“I’m asking you to believe.  Not just in my ability to bring about real change in Washington…I’m asking you to believe in yours.” – Senator Barack Obama

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