This woman (Sarah Palin in case you live under a rock you don’t know) is actually starting to make me think that I’m the one who’s missing something. Is she playing a joke on us? Are we on some crazy Truman Show/Punk’d show that she’s the mastermind behind? The line between serious interview and SNL skit is getting really blurry. Boy am I glad she’s nowhere near the White House. And by the sound of it, so is she.
PS – That guy in the background? Straight out of Deliverance. You betcha! (Wink!)
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!
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?!
Rachael’s been around for a long time, and I’ve considered myself a fan ever since listening to her first album, Happenstance, a few years ago. Now she’s back with a new album titled Elephants…Teeth Sinking Into Heart, and it is my Fall soundtrack! I love it!
It’s broken down into two parts, with the first nine songs on Elephants and the last five on Teeth. As a whole they seem to encapsulate an entire life circle, from happiness to heartache. Here’s a good article from Spinner on the whole thing.
Since I’ve been a fan for a while, I won’t try to bring you over to the darkside. I’ll let Rachael do that. I picked this Jay Leno performace only because I’d rather have an upbeat song to post than put you guys to sleep with the slow stuff. Enjoy:
You can become friends with her here and here. Or check out her Wiki page here. Her main website is here.
Oh and if anyone wants to buy me tickets to see her play in NYC, go here for the info and that would TOTALLY ROCK!
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.
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.
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.
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?
You’re still here? It’s over. Go home. Go!
Each year, the NYC marathon runs right past my apartment. It’s very exciting, not only because the streets are filled with a more diverse crowd of onlookers, but also because it’s Sunday and it’s November and that means there is another sport to get excited about besides football. I’ll get up early, get some coffee, and stand on the sidelines watching people run 26.2 miles while I nurse my hangover and take pictures of their agony accomplishments. My apartment is around the 12 mile marker, so it was pretty early when the frontrunners came by. I watch them on televeision until I see them about 5 blocks away, then I dash downstairs hoping I’m faster than them in order to snap a picture.
Last year, I was not. I didn’t make it in time so I snapped a shot from the bedroom window:
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That’s Paula Radcliffe in the front, with the white gloves. She ended up winning the marathon last year.
I almost missed them again this year, but was happy to snap Mrs. Radcliffe at the same moment a year later:
(That’s her in front, again, with the white gloves.)
She ran the last half of the marathon like a machine, pulling far enough ahead of this group to have no threat whatsoever to the victory. I felt excited to have shared such a miniscule moment in time with her, and felt proud to be able to witness it live.
The guys came a little while after the ladies, so I was able to get a more decent shot of them:
The frontrunner here is from the U S and A, but if you look at the guy in the back of the pack in the yellow jersey? He wins. Pretty awesome, right?
They are running so much faster than you could ever imagine if you are watching the race on television. It’s almost like there is a blur behind them they are gone so quickly.
As exciting as it is to watch the fastest runners pass by, it really gets exciting when the rest of the crew catches up. 39,000 runners pass my house during the course of about 3 hours, and the cheers and applause and excitement is enough to make anybody crazy inspire anyone. Seriously.
Congratulations to all of you that may have run in this race, or knew anyone who ran in this race. It is truly a feat and the ultimate test of endurance, and I applaud anyone who can achieve a goal that large.
I feel disappointed in myself. Not because I feel like I need to get in shape and train for a marathon, but because I didn’t have the patience to play paparazzi and sit outside scoping out Ryan Reynolds.
To celebrate them, I’m going to drink a lot of beer, eat until I burst, and watch some football. After all, that’s what Sundays are made for, right?
