Even if Beau and Ray think he looks like the Devil, Matthew, along with his girlfriend Jenny, can throw a fun party.
Dee Snider, of Twisted Sister fame is pissed that Christina Aguilera stole his look in her new video for "Lady Marmalade" (warning: Real Video).
Granted, she doesn't look exactly like him (she smudged the blush in more than him - heh) but it does bear enough of a resemblence I can see Dee wanting to get his name in the papers again over it. Way to work it, Dee. hehehe
Okay, let me get this straight. This guy, who found God and renamed himself Lanoo, signs an agreement giving his girlfriend away for a year, without her knowledge, in return for the money for a liver transplant, and when she finds out, she's cool with it? And not only that, she thinks that having sex with this other guy will make their relationship stronger? Riiiight. How very God-like of him and how very stupid of her.
I can never remember, is the nurse who went in to help trapped survivors and subsequently died of head injuries, Rebecca Anderson, one of the 168 or is she seperate?
Thanks for thievin' my Find the Apricot link, Ray - now I gotta come up with some more freaky stuff for my own site - like this transcript that I think proves conclusively that we DID land on the moon. ppbbhhtt 8)
The movie Blow was a pretty good movie and I think that Johnny Depp did a really good job portraying George Jung. But the supporting cast had me scratching my head because I recognized so many of them from other things I couldn't put my finger on during the move - almost to the point of distraction.
But now I figured them out:
Barbara: She was indeed Franka Potente - the chick from that excellent flik Run Lola Run.
His bitch of a mother: Her name is Rachel Giffiths and I remember her from a great australian movie called Muriel'sWedding. (Which also starred the Oscar™ nominated actress Toni Collette as her best friend, Muriel.)
And then there was the buddy from back east, who also ended up setting him up in the end, whos name escapes me right now: His name is Max Perlich and yes, everyone, i KNOW it was not Malachai from Children of the Corn (that was Courtney Gains), but you gotta admit they both had that red-headed, awkward, teenage, supporting role kind of thing going on.
Gah - that was bugging the shit outta me.
Sightings:
EMANUELLE Lewis, pint-sized star of the '80s sitcom "Webster," getting protection at One51 after he was mobbed by a throng of female fans . . .
Emanuelle Lewis? Mobbed by "throng" of female fans??? baawwwhaaaahhhaaaa OMG. And then the whole "needing protection" thing....man, this one is just waaaaaay to easy. (at least there weren't any Gary Coleman/security guard jokes in there anywhere) {smirk}
..it has been. It feels like I have done a little bit of everything this week and just can't catch up.
It has been really good to get outside and play, even if I did get worn out and sunburned. Hell, I even shocked the neighbors and pulled the weeds out of my front flowerbed Sunday instead of, like, August. It wasn't a perfect job, but it was a "better than it looked before" kind of job.
I am soooo not into gardening - at all. I know it comes from being made to pull weeds as punishment when I was a kid, so I derive no pleasure from it at all. I was also lucky enough to get my backyard mowed for me, before I found out that my regular yard guy isn't going to be mowing this year. So that is another service replacement I have got to find, in addition to finding a new housekeeper. See, I am a firm supporter of the yellow pages and the service industry as a whole. There is a reason that people paid money to have their name listed with their phone number on the funny colored pages - it is so lazy people like me can call them and give them money to do things I should do myself. But, I prefer to think of myself as helping these people make money. (And yes, I do realize that I am lazy, too.)
And then there was the whole "impatient asshole who realized he was in an exit only lane" incident on Tuesday. Yeah, this guy decided to change lanes from a complete stop behind me on the I-40 crosstown during rush hour traffic and hit me. Fucker. So I got to be the one with the stopped car, blocking traffic, and getting cussed at, all because this guy was an idiot. At least Natey wasn't with me and noone was hurt.
It wasn't really that big of a deal, just fucking annoying that now I have to go get multiple estimates for the repairs so he can figure out if he is going to pay for it or have the insurance company pay it. All I know is, someone is going to and it needs to be done fast, I don't want to be messing with this next month.
There was also some sadness this week as my friend's grandfather passed away. It was not entire unexpected, but sad nonetheless. The family asked for memorials to be donated to the Judith Karman Hospice, which was gladly done. I really believe that hospices perform an invaluable service to families - my uncle had hospice come assist him when my aunt died of breast cancer a few years ago and they really helped lift alot of the burden off of him. And to think that they absorb all of the costs over and above Medicaid and all of the uninsured patients, it is truly amazing. My thoughts are with my friend and her family today as they put her grandfather to rest.
I also picked up my wedding dress from the cleaners that was preserving it. It has been there since before the end of last year, but its not like I was in some kind of a time cruch or anything to get it back. I really don't know what I am going to do with it. It has been hanging in a closet for the past 8 years and it really needed to be cleaned (somehow it had gotten some kind of stain on it) and something done with it. So, it is now in a box that should not be opened and it is guaranteed not to yellow, etc. And I still have no idea what I am going to do with it. It is that one piece of clothing that will never be worn by you again, but it has too many memories attached to it to just give it away. I am pretty sure that I will never have a daughter to pass it down to, but maybe someday there will be a grand-daughter that might want to use some of it (she's prolly not going to want to wear it), since surely it will be out of style by then. Or maybe nothing will be done with it and I will pass away and leave it for someone else to have inner debates about what should be done with it. Who knows, but at least it is clean and in an easy to move box that can be shuffled around with all of the other boxes of stuff I have no idea what to do with.
Eh, one of these days I will simplify my life, but right now I think I will just enjoy the little things, like my 4yo son telling me that "I am the weakest link - good-bye". Thanks, NBC - I owe ya one.
You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think.
(thank you, ms. parker)
