Hellloooo Ann-Margret!

I freaking LOVE this movie. It's a movie from my childhood that I haven't seen in years. The other day I got the melodies stuck in my head and I knew I had to find a copy of it. So after a few days of searching I found it at Best Buy. It's so good.

And it could be just me, but, after watching it, I'm thinking Ann-Margret (who plays Kim MacAfee, a girl chosen to recieve a kiss on the Ed Sullivan show by Conrad Birdie, an Army-bound Elvis look alike) is really sexy in the movie. There's a scene where she puts on a sweater over her dress then takes off the dress from under the sweater. uh...HOT!



Anyway, here is the the big dance number from the show, "Lot of Livin' to Do". Enjoy as I have.

Half Empty, Half Full

A few days ago, a tragedy occured. My Lorelai, my love, my soul, my iPod, passed on. It took me by surprise. She showed no signs of ill health whatsoever. Also, all the music I have collected, the videos, the movies I made from high school, everything. Gone. Dead and gone.

Needless to say, I've been grief-stricken. But there has been I white light. I met someone. Her name is Zooey and below is a pic of her. She is beautiful and wise and cares alot about me. This might be too soon, but I think she's gonna be around for quite a while.

1st

This is my crazy aunt, Gina.


This is her son London.


He turned 1 today. Blow out the candle.


Aaaaannnndd his hands are in the cake.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY LONDON (aka Buzz Cool)

Who's way is this?

I'm sure all of you have seen the new Burger King commercial. You know, the one where 'the King' raps about "square butts" in hopes of promoting a new special combo for children that comes with a Spongebob Squarepants toy.

I thought about putting up the video, but I would not want to risk subjecting innocent eyes to the horror that is this tv spot. As you can see from the provided image, the girls in the ad have "square butts". This is not only an insult to a great song (it's a parody of "Baby Got Back"), these poor girls have phonebooks strapped to their behinds. How degrating! Covering what God gave them with a cardboard box.

I vote this commercial off the air! You hear that BK? YOUR way sucks!

Stolen

The other day, I decided to go see Monsters Vs. Aliens. It got mixed reviews, but I love some of the stars (i.e. Hugh Laurie, Reese Witherspoon, Seth Rogan) so I wanted to show support. That's what friends do.

And so I make the journey to the cross the border between my complex and the outside world. When I arrive to my decrepit mode of transportation, a.k.a. Walter, I can't help but notice that the door is unlocked. The reason this was suspicious is that I remember locking both doors last night. An act I don't ususally worry about cause, let's face it, Walter doesn't have anything worth stealing. But the eve previous, I just decided to lock it up.

I move past the oddity of unlockedness, sit down and there, where my radio/crappy CD player (it didn't play burned CD's for crying out loud) should be, is an empty hole save the wiring powering the only youthful section in the old car.

Seriously?!?

How rude is that? Picture, if you will, an 80 year old man (named Walter, naturally) with dementia. He hurt his leg in World War II and has since needed the support of a cane to be mobile. Sad image, huh? Now, imagine this man waking up in the morning to find some teenage hispanic thug has stolen his cane to hock at some pawn shop for cash. Poor Walter.

Damn kids. With their baggy pants and noisy curse-word infected music and lame attemps at facial hair.

Special FX

I don't know if you have the time to channel surf on your days off, but I do. It's out of complete and utter boredom. I have been slightly brainwashed by the company to have distaste relaxation of any kind. It's fairly lame.

Anywho, on said channel surfing expeditions, I have found an favorite spot to land. It's called FX and they play the absolute worst movies. Really, truly awful. It's fantastic. It's like watching someone performing in a professional capacity, but they could not be worse. Schedenfreude! I love it.

Excuse me, while I go finish Snakes on a Plane.

Its Not Unusual

The last few days have been a little rocky. Well, its been a rocky couple months. Like Casey starring the Rockies...ok that didn't make alot of sense, but lets keep rolling shall we?

I've learned you can't really trust people. Before you get knickers in a knot, just know I'm probably NOT talking about you. But the last couple days have taught me that promises don't always mean alot. (sample sentence: I will buy you a Mac if you take my shift on Thursday. Meaningless) So just beware of, well, let's call them unspoken agreements. (sample sentence 2: I will not fall in love with you. Throne of lies.)

Now for the uppers (Karen Walker approved). Once in a while, if you work your underpaid butt off, happy, ungloomy things happen. Yes, that is me. Bein' all glass half full. It's rare for me, but it happens. I'm all Johnny-Nash-"It's-gonna-be-a-bright-sunshiny-day" happy.

ya know, accept for that downer stuff at the beginning.

Happy Friggin' Easter

"No candy this year kids. The Easter Bunny is unavailable"


I hate holidays.

Boo

Just sayin'.

Goodbye to you

Tigger and I are no longer friends. He was getting really jealous that I'm getting really buff. So he freaked out and I was like, 'dude, I can't take this anymore. Friendship over. FRIENDSHIP OVER!!!!' Here is a pic of my first and last days of hanging out with the cat.


I'm kinda sad. The tigs and I have had a long road together. But ya know, sometimes you gotta part ways. People drift apart. As we mature we re-evaluate our friendships. It was time to cut the cord. Bye tigs. Maybe someday we'll be friends again.

Present

Every once in a while, this wave of nostalgia will hit me. This (almost) yearning for the past. It's like I want to be in that time more than I want to be in my present.

I hate it when that happens!

Listen, (most of) the past was great. I had friends and fun and girls who didn't wanna date me (the present is very similar). High school was miserable and great, lame and a hoot. All the things that time of you life should be. I find myself wanting to bring the then to the now. And then I realize...

You can't. You can't really integrate your friends from high school and make them a big part of your life. Because, now, after two years (just throwing out a number) they aren't the people you knew. They've changed. You've changed. Living situation, hopes and dreams, personality, morality, likes and distastes; all changed. You might not like them anymore and they might not like you. You have drifted apart. But, i suppose, that is the natural order of things.

I do try to keep up with my friends from anytime. I don't always succeed. But even if I talk to them every 3-5 months, I know something is different. But I continue to try to re-friend my once-friends, casue thats what friends do.

Nicolas Cage for President!

Ya know who's lame? Nicolas Cage. Ya know what's lame-r? Nicolas Cage movies. Example? His latest box office hit/crtically bashed film Knowing. But ya know, there is something comforting about Mr. Cage. If you ever see one of his films you can depend on it being nearly a carbon copy of the last flick he made. So I say, bravo, Sr. Cage. Only you can make the same movie over and over and still manage to suck the cash out of people's wallets.

Comforting, Dependable, Nicolas Cage.