Friday, December 03, 2010

The fabulous Allie Brosh at "Hyperbole and a Half" sums up my feelings about my birthday!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

From my son the Marine....this came in yesterday's dinner....

It speaks for itself.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Ok, today's rant. I finally bit the bullet and upgraded my beloved Env2. I LOOOOOVE my phone, but the 0 and the OK on the front are not working, it randomly shuts off at times, and tends to randomly dial former calls, but I still love it. It has been my only camera forever, and held a shit-ton of pix, boatloads of ringtones I have downloaded or made, videos shot of all kinds of stuff, old text messages and so on. But, it's over 2 years old and I was due for an upgrade. My qualifications for a new phone were: QWERTY keyboard, good camera, preferably with video and the ability to use a micro sd card.

Hence, VZW's brand new Pantech Jest. 2.0 megapixel camera, QWERTY, blah blah blah.....and, it was free with my upgrade. I WANTED an Env3, but you have to have the damn data package with that, and I don't WANT a data package.

My new teeny phone came yesterday....very cute and all. I try to load in my micro sd, holding all my pix, ringtones, videos, etc.....and, it reformats and EATS THEM ALL! Everything I had saved....GONE! All my photos, my ringtones, my videos.....gallons of turkey soup, ALL GONE!!! And the damn keyboard has a shortcut to go to for your symbols, and the number keys are also letter keys.....they were NOT on the Env2. I have tried and tried to sync my ringtones to this damn little thing, but no luck. Same with pix. I got nuthin.

So, if anyone out there knows a way to get my DAMN RINGTONES to work (cuz the Barber of Seville, NOT being the Bugs Bunny variety, in the default tones ain't cuttin' it) or to save my pix to it or anything, please tell me now!!! I'm about 15 hours away from giving this to one of the teenagers in the house (who will probably have it figured out and making French Toast in 15 minutes) and rescuing my beloved #2.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

I loves my Pajiba. Most of you know this, and are Pajibaholics yourself. So, imagine my immense JOY today to find the 2010 Pajiba Ten--the 10 most bangable celebs out there. I would like to re-post my faves. And, yes, I've included a couple of the girlys, too. Enough alcohol and who knows what could happen? I have to admit, I don't get a couple of the guys on the list.....and the fact that Robert Downey Jr. has attainted Permanent Hall of Fame Status (along, in my mind, with Jude Law, Hugh Jackman and maybe Josh Holloway) leaves me with only a few that are absolute MUSTS. Pay particular attention to #1. Look at any of my wedding pix. Yes, I have a thing for that.......

10. Zooey Deschanel : Sometimes I think that Zooey Deschanel is just too much, and that if she didn’t exist Wes Anderson would have to invent her. She was named after a Salinger character by her arty-but-not-too-famous parents, is married to the dude from Death Cab for Cutie, and sings cool jazz standards with a smoky elegance that leaves pretenders like Scarlett Johansson frozen at the starting line. Deschanel is every slightly left-of-center, alt-rock nerd’s fantasy girl — the complete, Indie package you’d push Natalie Portman out of the way for.

With immense, slightly googly-eyes, Deschanel is beautiful in a way that would hit you over the head in the real world, but in the context of celebrity seems almost subtle. This gives her an accessible quality, like a diamond in the rough you might actually know and flirt with at the coffee shop instead of some numinous entity that exists only on the pages of magazines.

Although she possesses the strong, angular features of a model, there’s an inclusive rather than exclusive aspect to her appearance. She conveys an appealing sense of wonder and modesty, and you get the sense that she’s an old soul, somebody that is more generous to the world around her than it is to her.

Her deadpan delivery, that often feels like it comes from a great distance, seems utterly honest rather than sarcastic, as if she’s telling a truth that the rest of us lack the courage, or sensitivity, to articulate. She’s like a really, really good looking version of Miranda July, and you just want to be so lucky as to grow old with her, luxuriating in her voice, as year after year she sings “Baby It’s Cold Outside” on Christmas Eve. — Michael Murray

9. James McAvoy : James McAvoy should not be sexy. He’s a bit short, inarguably scrawny, and lacking in the sort of chiseled good looks that distinguish most leading men. But there’s just a look about him, an intensity and confidence in his gaze and movements that says “you’re going to do whatever I want, and you’ll like it.” He can drop panties from across the room with a well-timed smirk. This quality can make certain roles of his, like Mr. Tumnus in The Chronicles of Narnia far more unsettling than they should be (Anyone wonder how many pubescent girls are going to have a thing for satyrs after that?) but means his role in Atonement was heartbreakingly romantic and his work in Wanted the stuff that guilty pleasures are made of. It doesn’t hurt that he’s actually a talented actor, so you don’t have to justify your appreciation of his roles with a mumbled “Well, I just like it, OK?” or hide the DVDs of his movies in the cases of better movies. (Not Wanted. That movie is best watched with the sound off because it’s very pretty but very stupid. And everyone will know you own it for exactly that reason.) I suppose I should say something here about him being the “thinking woman’s sex symbol” but I’ve always hated that phrase because it implies a more intellectual attraction than a physical one, and I think all the women out there who voted for Mr. McAvoy had some very physical plans for him when they wrote his name down. And that’s without even touching on that delightful accent of his. He could make the lamest “Ya got annae Scottish in ya? Would yea like some?” line a winner. — Intern Rusty

7. David Tennant : David Tennant was introduced to many of us, myself included, as the Tenth Doctor. And sure, he quickly endeared himself to many a woman-kind with his pleasing aesthetics and flashy smile (complete with those weird “new teeth” of his). But Tennant’s portrayal of the good Doctor is more than just a pretty boy perpetually running both literally (where, by the way, can I get me a pair of his comfy-looking sneaks?) and figuratively (in a wibbly wobbly timey wimey sense). That literal running was but a part of Tennant’s innate physical comedy which, itself, was but a part of the playfulness, charm, and wit Tennant imbued the Doctor with. While that made Tennant’s performance enjoyable, what made it impressive was that over forty-odd episodes Tennant was able to continually show us glimpses of the Doctor’s time-and-space spanning intellect, heartbreaking sorrow and world-shattering rage in a way that seemed to take absolutely no effort whatsoever. If I were an actor, I’d hate him for the ease with which he seemed to wear the role.
Tennant’s placement on this list is also helped by the fact that he seems, off the telly and in real life, to be just as warm and witty as fans hope. So it was no surprise that the announcement of Tennant’s departure from “Doctor Who” left many feeling aggrieved, because fans wanted Tennant to go even less than Ten, himself, wanted to go. But the good news is that this leaves Tennant free to go new places, and if his titular performance in Hamlet with Sir Patrick Stewart, which was an absolutely wonderful blend of the Doctor and the Bard, is any indication of things to come, I’m ready to join him. Allons-y! — Seth Freilich


6. Rachel Weisz : Rachel Weisz. How amazing is she? Her big break was in The Mummy, of all things (after small roles in films like Stealing Beauty). And its sequel, The Mummy Returns. The thought of her kissing Brendan Fraser makes me want to tear the world apart. It’s not right, you know? Fortunately, it didn’t take long for Ms. Weisz, now only 40 years old, to take Hollywood by the throat and slap it around some. She’s an Academy Award winner (The Constant Gardener). She fought demons in Constantine. She’s wooed by Hugh Grant in About a Boy and loved across time by Hugh Jackman in The Fountain. None of them deserve her. She’s a stunning actress, and to boot, absolutely gorgeous, the kind of reserved beauty that’s rare in Hollywood. Her ability to portray such a wide array of characters is what makes her amazing and intriguing, and a radiant smile and strangely sexy eyebrows certainly help. She’s also utterly adorable in the underappreciated The Brothers Bloom. But most importantly, Rachel Weisz is a real woman, a grown up, mature, intelligent actress who picks her parts carefully (she gets a Mulligan for her voice work on Eragon), and plays her roles with passion and grace. Coupled with a breathtaking sexiness and unique beauty and, well…whew. I need a minute. — TK


1. Timothy Olyphant : Now, down where I’m from — Oklahoma, to be precise — one commonly observes a lot of fellows walking around in cowboy hats. Most of these guys look rather ridiculous, unlike the fetching top pick on this list. Quite simply, nobody looks as good while doffing a cowboy hat as Timothy Olyphant does, and no mere mortal or demi-god could hope to match that sexually-charged killer swagger either. However, one thing that has yet to be proven (although I do have my suspicions) is whether Olyphantastic (my eternal gratitude to whomever truly coined that term) could successfully pull off sporting a Stetson and nothing else at all (alright, he can bring the spurs too). Still, even though I’ve got an obvious fondness for his lawman look (and, given his roles in Deadwood, Justified, and The Crazies, he seems rather happy to continually oblige the sex-in-uniform concept), he’s always truly a pleasure to witness onscreen and just convinces in every damn role. Undoubtedly, part of his appeal is a set of peepers that, both in intensity and ability to speak wordless volumes, rivals that of Michael Biehn, and an ass that, well, just look at that ass. It could make angels weep because not even Heaven contains such sheer perfection in symmetrical form. As if that weren’t enough to cause spontaneous twitching of the ovaries, just witness the mesmerizing ability of this man to use his entire body to kiss a woman into certifiable insanity. In other words, ride ‘em hard, cowboy. — Agent Bedhead

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Four Score and Countless Zombies Ago....

Seth Grahame-Smith has got a hell of a gig. First he took the dry-as-Emilly-Dickinson's-cooter chick lit classic "Pride and Prejudice" and made it readable by adding zombies. Now he has taken arguably America's greatest President and turned him, his whole life, and the history of our country upside down in "Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter."

I love me a good zombie/vampire/psycho fest, so when I heard about this coming out, I was psyched. I waited WEEKS for it to be available in our small-town library (I've got 2 kids going to college in the fall!! I can't afford to actually BUY a book!!) And, for the most part, it was worth the wait.

The book follows the chronology of Honest Abe's life, starting with his family's hardscrabble life in Kentucky on the Cumberland Trail. His father Thomas, a rather shiftless sort, decides to uproot his family to Indiana, and that is where the trouble begins. Abe is doted on by his mother, Nancy, who teaches him to read and write and who gives him a leather-bound journal for a gift. This journal, and the many that follow, are the basis for this story. When Abe is eleven, he overhears his father and another man arguing outside their cabin. He doesn't know what they are arguing about, but finds out soon enough. Shortly after the midnight visit from this stranger, Abe's aunt & uncle nearby fall sick and pass away, suffering from tremendous fevers and hallucinations. His mother nurses them, and not long after their deaths, becomes ill herself. The country doctor diagnoses all of them with "milk sickness." Nancy, the guiding force in young Abe's life, dies. Abe is devastated. Not long after, his father, who has taken to drink, tells Abe a story at the fireside about how his own father died, not at the hand of Indians, but was killed by a band of vampires. The man who argued with Thomas was also vampire who Thomas had taken a loan from. When he is unable to repay the debt, the vampire takes his revenge out on Nancy.

This propels Abe into a life of vampire hunting. He reads what he can, sharpens his ax and stakes and goes a'huntin. On one mission, a female vampire nearly kills him, but he is saved by another bloodsucker named Henry Sturges. Henry then becomes his teacher and muse, showing him how to properly hunt and kill the undead, and providing him with the names of those who "deserve it sooner." Nearly everything in Abe's life from that point on is driven by 4 things: the loss of his mother and her dying words to him to "live"; his insatiable hatred of vampires; his discovery of how vampires and slaves are connected; and Henry's influence.

Smith works in the most important people in Abe's life....Joshua Speed, Ann Rutledge, Stephen Douglas, Mary the loon, John Wilkes Booth, and so on. Some are vampires, some of their deaths are caused by vampires. That Emancipation Proclamation thingy? Yeah, that wasn't just to end all fits in with the vampire storyline.

The early parts of the book are fast-paced and a fun read. However, as Abe ages and witnesses more and more death and destruction wrought, in this case not by cruel luck, but by the undead, things take on a slower, more somber pace. The vampire-related events of the later years, including his run for the Presidency and his time in office, start to feel forced. "Oh, hey, and then......yeah, he's a vampire, too!! Let's have a vampire attack this guy!"

All in all, a good, fairly quick summer read. Not necessarily something you would go back to and re-read, but if you like alternate history or a little vampirey action, it's worth picking up.

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Monday, May 24, 2010

If you haven't watched the finale of LOST, DO NOT READ (yet!)
So.....that was......wait, what? I mean, I get it...but I don't get it. So many questions left unanswered, so many characters left hanging.
There were moments when it felt like this was all going to come to a fantastic end. Jack and Smocke battling over the Island, after Desmond pulled the hell-cork, including a fantastic shot of Jack leaping from above Smocke, in full fist-flying ass-kicking pose. Then, Smocke stabbed him in the side, just like......somebody. Lapidus floating on some debris from the sub, and saving a few of the Losties by kicking the plane into action. Miles finding Richard's first gray hair. Sawyer whacking Ben in the face, and just being the awesome that he is. Kate ... being pretty annoying until she wasted Smocke. Claire being...messed up. Hurley being his adorable Hurleyness.
And in the alternate time-line, some really beautiful moments of connection and memory. The one that really got me sobbing was Sawyer and Juliet. Some of the others felt very contrived, but this one was beautifully done.
Where were all the alternate-Islanders going? To the concert? That's what we were led to believe, but a Christian Shephard's funeral (and how much did anyone else love that Alterna-Kate thought that name was HILARIOUS??) where Christian was some sort of weird spiritual guide telling Jack they were all dead!!! WTF??????
No explaining Dharma? No explaining what the heck made Walt so special in the beginning? No explanation as to who took over after Hurley & Ben's reign? Several of the couples had children in one time line or the other....where were they? Just, "They were LOST souls?" WHAT????
I'm very ambivalent about the whole thing. It's always been spotty...a confusing ride that led mr. dammit to say that the name of the show is all you need to know...because if you watch it, you're gonna be lost (he gave up on it some time ago). But, really, I was hoping for more than this. Someone on Pajiba said it reminded them of the final episode of Quantum Leap. I agree, to a point. That final episode made me FURIOUS...this one just confused the crap out of me.
I'm gonna miss my LOST fix, that's for sure. At it's best, it was a well-written show that BEGGED for the viewer to THINK and pay attention, not just sit blankly in front of the TV. At it's worst, it became too full of it's own mystery and mythology. The finale, in my opinion, leaned too much toward the latter.
At least Vincent was ok....except that he wasn't in the church. I think that's because this whole thing took place in his little doggy head.
Tonite is the finale of 24, so let's see how much that honks me off!!

Monday, April 19, 2010

(picture courtesy of my mother-in-law's MAD photoshop skills!)

HI!! Yeah, I've been gone for.....ages. My life is a lot different now.....when you're truly happy, time flies.

I don't have a lot to say, and since practically nobody reads this anyway, it really doesn't matter! Let's see....where to start...

1) grandson #3 born in January...Colton Cash. Doing well..yes, that's 3 baby boys in 3 years. My daughter is HOPEFULLY done for awhile!!

2) Amanda & Jeremy were both accepted to Ball State for this fall. YAY!!

3) Chris is ok in Afghanistan, but we are anxiously waiting until he is back in the states.

4) Steven moved to Falmouth with us in March.

5) We had a hell of a winter....lost 2 vehicles in 2 accidents in a week's time. In the 2nd one, Mark flipped his truck and broke his wrist. I have never been so terrified in my life.

6) Speaking of Mark, he is absolutely wonderful. All the years I wasted being too afraid to make a change in my life...and I could have been THIS HAPPY all along. Stupid me.

So, in a nutshell, that's it. I'm still making the big trek to Indy every day, Mark is now driving to Richmond doing IT stuff that he really enjoys.

I promise I'll come back with something worthwhile SOMETIME. but for right now...just know that for the first time I can ever remember, I am really truly honestly happy.