tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565904087599051652011-08-02T06:20:50.724-06:00Enlightening readers with useless and random information/opinions since 2007Rianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04984723787236766932noreply@blogger.comBlogger441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256590408759905165.post-6910503095394526002010-09-29T22:24:00.006-06:002010-09-29T23:25:55.038-06:00

I don't know why I don't watch Cougar Town more. I never seem to be available Wednesday nights, and not because of my social calendar. Just because...hmm, awkward. However in the spirit of last week's episode, I watched the new Cougar Town tonight. Except, no. I didn't do that either. But I did embrace last week's idea of the 2:00 siesta, except at 12:30. I know, man. I'm slipping. Ever since I

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I don't admit to being completely in the loop of current trends. Sometimes I only get as far as knowing where to steer clear. As how my life goes, I've been running into a theme this past couple of months. This has brought me onto the current bandwagon of The Hunger Games. No, I don't know what fans of The Hunger Games call themselves, but surely it's in tow with Grobanites and Twi-hards, right?

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I sometimes wonder if I've become so media saturated that I can't appreciate works of the past. I grew up obsessed with AMC. Audrey Hepburn, Natalie Wood, William Holden. Now I watch Star Wars for the first time and without nostalgia to fall back on, I internally prefer the Ewoks movie. This is certainly not said out loud to the cute boy at home, but I kind of feel like Stella in How I Met Your

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I'm feeling a little hobby overload or task overload. Whatever you'd like to call it. I blame it on a certain awesome friend of mine. After not seeing her for a few months, she answers the usual "What have you been up to?" question with a list that includes trapeze classes, retreats, and new adventures.My reply was "Um...you know, same old, same old". Feeling pretty envious, I did nothing for a

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Last year my neighbors told me about Bell Organic Gardens. Basically, you purchase a "product share" in the spring, they use the money to actually buy seeds and equipment, and come June you pick up your weekly "share" of organic produce until October (18 weeks). The shares are offered for two or four people, in six different locations (Draper being sold out). They also offer other items besides

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Instead of appreciating my forefathers and all that, I celebrated my Independence Day by purging my DVD's down to three shelves. The strict criteria required to reduce 50% of my DVD collection was two fold. First: Had I watched this movie within the last year? Second: If I hadn't met the first question, would I watch this movie in the next six months?The internal bartering that occurred meant

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This morning started off so well. I got out of the house, visited family and had See's Candies. I planned to go home, sit at the computer and work on the screenplay. Instead this happened:Don't Judge Meand this...Again, this is how bad my browsing wentThe only possible positive to this demonstrative wasting of time was a format upgrade to the blog and maybe this:

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My cure for personal happiness meanders around strawberry skydives and Jim Dale. Because of this it surprises me when my mood slips so far foul even a cute boy with dinner ready couldn't cheer me up when I got home yesterday. No, I needed a little something extra. I needed an escape.That's right. I needed Lloyd. I can go on about the merits of Lloyd Dobler, but I won't. Just know that after I

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There was this thing I heard Oprah say awhile back. She said she gave this man a car on one of her shows and in the shock and surprise of receiving this gift, they locked eyes. In that moment she says she knew that they understood each other perfectly. I always wondered if that clarity, the perfect understanding of one other person would happen to me. I went to see Patty Griffin on Tuesday at

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True, I don't actually know Dan Bejar. But the framed poster I have of him on my wall brings about a closeness between himself and me. Plus I saw him after a show a couple years ago and though there was zaniness all around, he was the one chill guy with sunglasses inside a bar completely oblivious to everyone else. He's like the James Dean of our time, man!What was I saying again? Oh, right. She

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Sorry, weak Felicity reference for no one else but me. I haven't posted anything in a bit and the only thing I could think of posting was tonight's episode of Chuck. Dang, Bartowski. That castoff was cold. Couldn't you wait until after the girl's parents ordered their meal before kicking her to the curb? Sheesh. Although part of me was glad Hannah didn't go all ninja assassin on anyone, I did

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Blue Valentine is not a movie to take your girlfriend. Unless her favorite book is 1984 and she slows down to watch car wrecks, you’re better off with 500 Days of Summer. That is if you want to watch a film about disintegrating relationships, choose the one where Minka Kelly is happily waiting for you at the end. Blue Valentine is no Minka-Kelly-happily-waiting-for-you-at-the-end. Instead it’s

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This new year I have made the usual resolutions I never seem to accomplish completely. As I sit here with Patty Griffin's "Coming Home to Me" playing in the background, I feel good. I may never get passed the first draft of my novel. I may stay in the same funk I've waded in and out of last year. But maybe not. Maybe instead of the 39 books I read in 2009, I'll read 50. Maybe I'll be able to pay

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Why has my decision to nix cable come back to bite me in the ass? I could be watching this right now, people!Boyz II Men Remixes PsychAlso, I know I'm thoroughly enjoying Community and Glee, but I need more mindless television selections. My current internet provider is kind of like the buffer in NPH's Dr. Horrible blog...ooh, Castle!ETA: Phew, I can't believe I forgot to mention Dollhouse! Jamie

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Per my sister's request I will post a new entry into this blog. Since she is one of two people that actually follow this blog (hi Mark!) then I will acquiesce to her request. Lately there's been a song that has been circulating around in my head. At first I thought it was just a catchy song, but recent events leads me to think otherwise. Case in point 1:Yeah this was pretty funny, kind of

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I started this blog in 2007 with 7 posts. 2008: 21 posts. If I had planned it better, I would have posted less in '08, making this entry the first in the nine-part series of 2009. Oh well, hindsight, right?I am now a married woman. As I'm typing this a gentle wafting of potatoes and pot roast pervades the room. A frilly apron is tied around my waist. And I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of my

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There was no Huey Lewis and the News last night, but some excellent moments, Schwartz's response from my last post's question on why Chuck and Sarah could never be, a Karate Kid reference and an episode close with Bon Iver's "Skinny Love". What's not to love?

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The answer to that and many more increasingly awesome questions and one-liners lies in last night's episode of Chuck. Besides gushing about the well-placed Huey Lewis and the News, the two OC-esque references (an appearance by Melinda Clarke and the 80s music video hot girl crawling towards the camera like one Taylor Townsend in Season Four) and Lester's Wheel of MisFortune, we also get to see

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Hello, September. My has the time flown. Or something. I've decided I am entirely too unhappy with my current look. Which, incidentially, is the same look I've had for quite awhile now. I think, in the words of Sam Cooke, 'a change is gonna come' or Dylan, 'things have changed' or She & Him, 'change is hard'. Oh, wait. Scratch that last one. I've had Zooey Deschanel on the brain as of late. She's

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One of these days, I will live to see a man twirling his painted on mustache...I hope it's soon.

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Yeah, that's right. There's something about using the obvious fake pornstar mustache while trying desperately to remain indiscreet that totally does it for me. Sigh. Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog Act II was even better than the first. Too bad they're only selling T-shirts. I really want a dartboard with Nathan Fillion's face. NPH totally deserves that Emmy.

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I was totally planning on following that one exclamation point with as many more exclamation points as would fit on the Title bar, but that might have been a little excessive. Act I of Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog is up and running, though there was a minor server crash to the site that was fixed enough to let my slow-as computer run it. Maybe it's the recent Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathon

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Patton Oswalt always said that if he ever had a time machine, out of all the things he could do to save the world from the crazy monstrosities it sometimes finds itself in, he would transport himself back to 1997 and kill George Lucas to prevent him from making the three prequels to Star Wars. After watching last night's, Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull, I might not stop him from getting his

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I pretty much figured my rant about my work toilet liners would be a one-shot post, but as I used the bathroom on the floor above mine, what should I find? That's right, the Lifeguard toilet liners. Generally conspiracy is my default mode. So is it just a coincidence that the fourth floor is where the sales department and senior management work? Hmm, I don't know. It's fine, I've grown accustomed

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I was reading this from Gizmodo and (because I am sometimes twelve years old) I couldn't stop thinking of really bad potty jokes. And now that I want to post, all of those "brilliant" one-liners are gone. So now I will just comment on something rather serious concerning the commode. My work has replaced its toilet paper liners with really cheap, generic ones. And though I probably wouldn't have

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On the one hand, last night's Bones episode featured a jaunty Boreanez and killer aim. On the other hand, last month's Conan O'Brien performance featured a June Carter Cash haircut and Yo La Tango. Normally M. Ward always tips the scales, but y'know, what? I luv 'em both! And so they both win.

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Yes! Roberty Downey Jr. has brought back my faith that good movies are still out there. Thanks to him and his sky flying, quippy one-liners and anthropomorphic robots. Now I can't decide whether to be excited or fearful for the Batman sequel, The Dark Knight. Hmm. In totally unrelated news, Moonlight has been cancelled by CBS, proving that one: a nuts campaign is more effective than donating

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Aah, Stephen Colbert. If only we can solve all the nation's problems by just having a dance off. I'd love to see McCain in stonewashed jeans and a sleeveless hoodie. Or how 'bout Obama in some nice shelltop Adidas?

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Yup, this is where I'm at right now. Could it be because I will not be homeless in two weeks? Maybe. Could it be that I wore a cute, girly dress today that makes my 5'2 frame a wee bit taller? Possibly. Could it just be that I love the Discovery Channel? Yeah, that's probably it. Oh, and the world's nice, too.

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If I was mathematically inclined, I would come up with a graph outlining the appropriate balance of independent musician to commercial play Alexandra Patsaves could showcase in her television oeuvre. Maybe Alexandra is too specific, the woman does commandeer the music of practically a dozen shows currently on air, but I wonder sometimes if marketing companies aren’t also contributing to the

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Okay, this is the last time I'm going to comment on my tiff with Jason Dohring. Sometimes, I think that he maybe takes my love for him (and by him, I mean Logan Echolls) for granted. It's as if we've gone through this four-year relationship and though he says he cares, and he does many things that bring joy to my life, he sometimes forgets all of the things I do for him. The time and the

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10. Trying to win an argument by saying, "everyone says so". Identity of everyone: the four music, two TV and three popculture blogs, you read on a daily basis. 9. Contemplate signing up for Twitter, even though you're pretty sure all you'd ever post was different variations of "typing on my computer" just to be a smartass. 8. Change your MySpace layout more than three times a week. 7. Have

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When the series Heroes came out it seemed like everyone was asking that aged-old question, "If you had a superpower, what would it be?". Besides the power to possess other powers, which is a total cop-out power, Milo Ventimiglia, I would have to say it would be the short-lived Charlie's powers, who could understand information incredibly quickly. She reads something and it just gets stuck in her

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I love La Bell. It's not a secret. I frequently mention her name and her major hap's in different octaves of squee. Will I be seeing her new movie, Forgetting Sarah Marshall this Friday? Yup. Did I find the previews and sneak peeks hilarious and worth the cost of admission? Um...well. I watched Fifty Pills for Ms. Bell, so I think I can handle it if Marshall isn't...well, I reserve all judgements

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Generally, Oscars feel like junior high class elections. My friends ran and lost out to the Jake Ryans of our grade. Now, part of me understood why Jake Ryan would win. He's dreamy in his man-of-a-few-words kind of way. And there was always that possibility that he would track me down on my sixteenth birthday and give me that kiss I was desperately waiting for. But I'm a loyal girl. And loyalty

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I've never been one for mass transit. In theory, I think it's a great idea. But in practice...well. Motion sickness is an unfortunate companion that I can never seem to shirk, especially when cramped quarters and recycled air comes into the mix. But if the video below is any indication of times to be had, I guess I'll just have to pack my Pulsatilla vulgaris C30 and climb onboard. I hear they're

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I know I haven't posted in awhile. And I know that the BBC1 airing of the Doctor Who Christmas episode "Voyage of the Damned" (as well as the actual Christmas holiday) has come and gone. But darn it, I just watched it on YouTube, and am suffering from a pretty nasty case of insomnia right now.Thanks to my current state side location, my viewings of Doctor Who have pretty much been limited to

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Ahh, here it is, folks. The moment when I can launch in to a full on squeal over Kristen Bell...but I'm not gonna. Know why (or why not, as in this case)? Well, first, squealing is hard to do when I'm still not 100% invested in a show. Second, Kristen will not be appearing in the next two episodes which makes me hesitant to embark on full-on gush mode. And third, I have been spending the entire

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This upcoming fall season has been a difficult one for me. I am a TV fangirl without a show to swoon over. I am really liking Pushing Daisies and Aliens in America and yeah, there are the usual suspects I remain loyal. The Office seemed to pick up last Thursday after a kind of lackluster first few episodes (I am willing to write a petition to have Jim Dale and Rainn Wilson co-voice chapters on

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I realize it doesn’t take a lot for things to pique my interest. I usually try to keep an open mind, try to give something a chance before dismissing it outright. And when it comes to television programming, it seems to only require a 28-second promo featuring a persnickety blonde to keep me watching.True, the allure of the Veronica Mars alum has been the only reason why I’ve been watching Heroes

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I had such nice aspirations to post on this blog more often than I have, but then the days would pass, and now it’s October and I’ve yet to post anything since August. So here goes…The fall season is always tricky for a TV whore. Until my TV Prince Charming sets me up with a different cable package, I don’t have to worry about shows on HBO or Showtime until the DVD’s come out. Here’s what I

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Oftentimes I wonder why I do the things I do. Perhaps I'm just a glutton for punishment. Maybe I just like to grate against my initial instincts, just to see what will happen. That was basically the gist of my evening. It was my first day as a cashier of a major international retail store. It had opened a few weeks before and was down the street from my house. My thoughts were thus, "Golly, this

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The lengthy title is actually a little misleading. The continuous bitching will commence after an initial set up. I will be sure to warn the reader once the bitching begins. Enjoy! Or not.I've been thinking about creating a blog for some time now. There's something nice about extricating my thoughts into the anonymous blogosphere, but I never got around to it. Until now. Now, when I've had one of

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