Thursday, February 19, 2009

If you leave your clothes on the floor, you don't need hangers...

I will often use the phrase, No wire hangers EVER!". It's from Mommy Dearest, the movie with Faye Dunaway about Joan Crawford. If you haven't seen it yet, what the hell is wrong with you? It is so awesome in it's cheesiness and the awfulness of knowing that it's a true story. (My second fav. line? "Don't fuck with me fellas, this ain't my first time at the rodeo" - seriously, I want to use that line SOOOO bad! I'm just biding my time, waiting for an opportunity!)

But back to my catch phrase. In real life it's kind of hard to work the wire hanger phrase into conversation but it sure is satisfying when you get to do your best Dunaway-imitating-Crawford imitation.

So tonight on Grey's Anatomy Faye Dunaway channeled Joan Crawford in a scene where she kicked a doctor out of her ER. It was pretty awesome, and it reminded me of how much I love the MD scene. And how much I hate wire hangers.

Skip ahead to 2:35 for the real fun to start.


UPDATE: Here's the Grey's clip that made me nostalgic...skip to 1:40


Monday, February 16, 2009

No Drama Obama

I think this is awesome. Newsweek's video satire is hilarious, it totally captures the tone of "The Hills/City"; with the long lingering looks, the obviously manipulated editing and the trendy soundtrack. Now I'm just waiting on the Canadian version: "The Parliament".



Sunday, February 15, 2009

Free Happiness

So apparently everyone and their dog has completed the "25 things" post on Facebook, including me. I found it quite difficult actually. It's hard to come up with 25 random things that don't make you sound totally self absorbed or totally ridiculous. So, I'm starting my own post category. I may even add it to Facebook but right now I'll just add it here.

10 Free things that make me happy
1. Getting mail that's not a bill - even a really good flyer is kind of exciting but once a month when the one magazine I have a subscription to arrives in my mailbox it's like Christmas came early.
2. A clean house - because when my house is spotless I don't feel guilty about sitting on the couch, and because I've earned it. This is a very rare occasion.
3. Text messages - seriously, I get a little excited whenever I hear the TM signal. It's nice to know that someone, somewhere is thinking about me in abbreviations such as WHR R U? or OMG u r stpid (actually that second one isn't all that nice). I also really enjoy when someone sends a message without reading it first and T9 gets all the words mixed up and the message is crazy like: I'll bring hands and you soup to mother games. It's like secret code.
4. When someone brings me a coffee at work (or wherever really) - because I'm not expecting it. And coffee = good.
5. Winning - at anything. I'm competitive and I keep score, at all times, about everything. Besides, winning is so much better than losing.
6. A nap on the couch - this hardly ever happens but when it does, it's so decadent.
7. Won Ton Soup - Ok, so technically not free but good lord is it great.
8. Laughing so hard I cry - Again, this hardly ever happens but who doesn't love a good laugh?
9. Having something to look forward to - I'm going to NKOTB in April, and then Toronto, then summer holidays, then Christmas....you get the idea.
10. Babies, puppies and free money....although not necessarily in that order.

PostSecret

I love PostSecret. It's this great site where people send in a postcard with a secret on it. Then, each Sunday, they post several secrets on the site. There's also a couple of books. Often people will write on the site that they've left secrets inside the books at bookstores. (I'm totally going to check the next time I'm at Chapters).

It's strangely satisfying to read someone else's secret shame. I'm at once totally mortified by some of the things that people will write and yet it's sort of like passing a traffic accident, you just can't help but look. I figure it's kind of like harmless gossip. Anyways, some of this weekend's postings (all love themed), are hilarious so I'm sharing them.






Thursday, February 05, 2009

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Do you want me to trash your lights?...Yes, yes, I do.

I love Christian Bale. I've loved him since Newsies, and I won't apologize for it. I don't think even this would change my love for him. Besides, it's got a good beat and you can dance to it.

WARNING: This is extremely NSFW, unless you work somewhere you can tell people to f#@% off (like movie sets apparently).

Ommm

I started taking a yoga class with a friend. It's really relaxing, especially the last 20 minutes where we lie on the floor and the instructor uses her really calm librarian voice. It was very zen...probably...I fell asleep so I missed the zen moment.

Anyways, the class is kind of hilarious. On the first day we all had to introduce ourselves and say what "brought" us to yoga. I said a 2006 Kia but apparently that wasn't the right answer. There was one woman who said that "yoga changed her life" and that she lives and breathes it. We were supposed to leave our judgments at the door but I didn't. I'm judgy. That's what makes me fun. So I judged her...harshly. And when she nearly hit the floor during a relatively easy pose I judged her harshly again.

Also we spend a lot of time "discovering". The instructor will say things like: "Let's discover our right hip", during a pose where you think that your right hip just may pop right out of your body. And sometimes I'm not sure what to do because we're never really given an instruction, just suggestions. For example instead of telling us where to stand on the mat she'll say, "perhaps we'll stand on the end of our mat". Perhaps? Shouldn't you know? Jesus, who's in charge here? This chick doesn't even know where we're supposed to stand.

But the most hilarious part this week was at the end of the class. We breathed deeply, eyes closed and wished for health, happiness and peace. Then we extended these wishes to the others in our class and all of humanity. Then, serene music playing, lights dimmed, we quietly made our way out the room to the parking lot and our cars where some dumb broad promptly cut me off and gave me the finger. Namaste.