Two days after the fact so we've all moved on with our lives. I missed the Oscars as I had my own celebrations. My only comment is now there are two actresses who have played Catwoman who now have Oscars and neither are Michelle Pfeiffer. Feels wrong.
Okay, I lied second comment: I was very happy when Searching For Sugar Man won best documentary. I watched it a few weeks ago and will admit that the first twenty minutes were slow. Then it all began to unfold and it gave me chills. If you can get it, and it should be easier now that it won, I highly recommend it. Then again, if that movie has taught me anything, just because it is an excellent product, that doesn't mean you can get it easily.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Tune Osmosis
Everybody's born knowing all the Beatles lyrics instinctively. They're
passed into the fetus subconsciously along with all the amniotic stuff.
Fact, they should be called "The Fetals".
This is quote is the best thing to come from the movie Sliding Doors. It's so insightful that it popped into my head when I began to sing the chorus of Easy Lover. (Yes, I know it's not The Beatles.) It makes sense that Beatles songs are so ubiquitous that anyone can sing pieces. But to what level of exposure does a song like Easy Lover need to penetrate your mind?
I'm wondering if the newer generations that make their own playlists and have no idea how a radio works will have memorized as many pointless song lyrics and me and my contemporaries. To this day my husband has visceral reactions to some classic rock songs from a years of being dragged on errands with his mother and bored out of his skull.
I'm not proud of it, but I found myself belting out a few Taylor Swift songs with startling accuracy. Thank goodness I'm a chick. I'm allowed to publicly like things with slightly less backlash.
This is quote is the best thing to come from the movie Sliding Doors. It's so insightful that it popped into my head when I began to sing the chorus of Easy Lover. (Yes, I know it's not The Beatles.) It makes sense that Beatles songs are so ubiquitous that anyone can sing pieces. But to what level of exposure does a song like Easy Lover need to penetrate your mind?
This is pretty much the same song as "Let It Be".
I'm wondering if the newer generations that make their own playlists and have no idea how a radio works will have memorized as many pointless song lyrics and me and my contemporaries. To this day my husband has visceral reactions to some classic rock songs from a years of being dragged on errands with his mother and bored out of his skull.
I'm not proud of it, but I found myself belting out a few Taylor Swift songs with startling accuracy. Thank goodness I'm a chick. I'm allowed to publicly like things with slightly less backlash.
Monday, February 04, 2013
Celebrity Sighting #Nerdist
Hooray for SF Sketchfest! Once again I ventured into the city to see my comedic heroes. I will save you the panic attack and packing anecdotes and go straight to thanking my husband for going with me even though he was sick and not looking forward to it. I chose a good man and adventures like this with him prove that every time.
Being in a small theater with other Nerdist fans left me feeling like part of a wonderful group while at the same time a little out of the loop. There were Twitter comments posted in real time before the show and I felt like I was ninety years old. Then again, once the stand up started, I didn't care and loved the show. Pete Holmes was the guest and I have to give him credit. I hear him on a podcast and he's okay. You see him live and he is phenomenal. Would love to explain it, but so much get's lost in translation, so I won't bother.
The podcast will come out and I debated if I should listen. I will know all the physical comedy involved and now I can hear the parts that were covered up by audience laughter. Then again, I have about fifteen other podcasts I need to listen to. I was a little bummed that once again I did not get my book signed because they could not do meet and greet. At the same time, was relieved for my sicky husband and we got the hell home. Thank you Matt Mira, Jonah Ray, Chris Hardwick, and Pete Holmes. May your talent be appreciated by legions who will worship you as you deserve.
Being in a small theater with other Nerdist fans left me feeling like part of a wonderful group while at the same time a little out of the loop. There were Twitter comments posted in real time before the show and I felt like I was ninety years old. Then again, once the stand up started, I didn't care and loved the show. Pete Holmes was the guest and I have to give him credit. I hear him on a podcast and he's okay. You see him live and he is phenomenal. Would love to explain it, but so much get's lost in translation, so I won't bother.
The podcast will come out and I debated if I should listen. I will know all the physical comedy involved and now I can hear the parts that were covered up by audience laughter. Then again, I have about fifteen other podcasts I need to listen to. I was a little bummed that once again I did not get my book signed because they could not do meet and greet. At the same time, was relieved for my sicky husband and we got the hell home. Thank you Matt Mira, Jonah Ray, Chris Hardwick, and Pete Holmes. May your talent be appreciated by legions who will worship you as you deserve.
Superbowl Hangover
I don't get the sports fanaticism. I get excited to watch a good show, but the Superbowl is not a good show. But when surrounded by 49er fans, it is fun to get involved in the excitement. Then again, listening to the insane anger and depression when a team is losing is upsetting.
For all the effort that goes into it, the Superbowl is a horrible piece of entertainment, yet is the most watched event. Why don't the producers understand that the halftime show, "interesting" statistics, or pre-pre-pre-game show do not matter. People will watch. Even if you break out statistics about the last time the power went out at the Superbowl.
So what did I take away from Superbowl XLVII? Not much because I watched Iron Man with my mom during most of it. During the commercials for that, I watched the Puppy Bowl. I was involved with a pool and my friend drunkenly told me I won. She then drunkenly apologized. I was upset that no one dug my comment about how some major heist is probably happening when the power went out.
The great thing about being a fair weather fan is that my life is not destroyed because the team lost. I would also like to believe that isn't the case for the true fans either. But here we are the day after and life goes on. Let's focus on things that are truly important. Like the children in third world countries that do not have chicken wings. Or the Oscars.
For all the effort that goes into it, the Superbowl is a horrible piece of entertainment, yet is the most watched event. Why don't the producers understand that the halftime show, "interesting" statistics, or pre-pre-pre-game show do not matter. People will watch. Even if you break out statistics about the last time the power went out at the Superbowl.
So what did I take away from Superbowl XLVII? Not much because I watched Iron Man with my mom during most of it. During the commercials for that, I watched the Puppy Bowl. I was involved with a pool and my friend drunkenly told me I won. She then drunkenly apologized. I was upset that no one dug my comment about how some major heist is probably happening when the power went out.
The great thing about being a fair weather fan is that my life is not destroyed because the team lost. I would also like to believe that isn't the case for the true fans either. But here we are the day after and life goes on. Let's focus on things that are truly important. Like the children in third world countries that do not have chicken wings. Or the Oscars.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Celebrity Sighting #Henderson!
I was very excited to hear the Sklars were doing a show in San Francisco. I
was all geared up to get my bearings and meet my husband after work to them as
it is so unfair to ask him to go on weekends since he already goes five days a
week.
And then the jury duty summons came and I was crushed. Not so much because they finally called me, but I'm not strong enough to do so much at once. I'll admit my anxiety is ridiculous and I let it stop me from many things. In this case though, I let my resolve consume me and I bought those damn tickets. That's right!
After being a member of the justice squadron, I took my nap and hoped I could be at my peak for this show. I did well. I had my food rations, I got on public transit and using my previous experiences, knew what triggers to expect and squashed all beginning phases of panic. I even had people ask me about train schedules. I didn't know the answer, but I had Google to tell me how.
Through my terrible navigation I made it to my husband's office and realized eating is a good idea. Downed my pre-packed dinner and with my legs starting to feel fatigue I gently requested a cab instead of walking. Best ten bucks of the night spent.
I hate general admission. People today have no problems showing up hours early to get good seats. I want to be rich so I can slip someone some money and get a good view. But I could see the stage and was happy to get this comedy started.
I see so many commercials for energy shots and the big claim is no crash afterwards. I do not take energy anything, but my crash came about eight thirty that night. I know performers develop a thick skin but many still fixate on the one person in the room not laughing. To that poor opening and middle act, please know that if I were in any other state of mind, I’d be cracking up. You were great. But on this night, I could not muster the energy to smile. My body was betraying me and I got just enough strength in me to tell my husband that I wanted to go home. It was my night and he told me that he wanted to stay, but knowing me, if I wanted to leave, we could.
I love him so much. I was nearly shaking and wanted to find a bed and sob into a pillow. Instead I went into the bathroom and cried through the middle act. When that nervous energy left me, I was calm and ready to tough out the show I wanted to see.
It was within ten seconds that they came on stage and I was captivated by laughs. Soon my panic and exhaustion was gone and all that was left was a desire to scream ZOOM after every punch line. Can't remember the last time I was allowed to laugh so loudly in public. The show ended and I silently cursed the waitress for taking so long to get me the bill. She was a good server so I tipped well, but I didn't want to wait forever to meet the Sklars after the show. The line moved quickly and they were still very energetic. I told them I was promised a hug and a Henderson and they delivered. Like the good geeks they are, asked if I wanted my new Sklarbro Country shirt signed or kept pristine. They signed my ticket and I got a totally rocking picture with my favorite comedy twins.
I was so jazzed as we left it didn't occur to me that I had to pee. It became very apparent when I was reminded there were no bathrooms available at the station. I used my politeness to get back into the club and use the bathroom. This time my release was biological and not emotional. I went home that night very content that I did not bail on a chance to meet two of my comedy heroes. Even better, my husband was proud of me. I know I'm a big coward, but there are some experiences where I will rise to the occasion. Promise me a hug and a Henderson and that will be one of them.
And then the jury duty summons came and I was crushed. Not so much because they finally called me, but I'm not strong enough to do so much at once. I'll admit my anxiety is ridiculous and I let it stop me from many things. In this case though, I let my resolve consume me and I bought those damn tickets. That's right!
After being a member of the justice squadron, I took my nap and hoped I could be at my peak for this show. I did well. I had my food rations, I got on public transit and using my previous experiences, knew what triggers to expect and squashed all beginning phases of panic. I even had people ask me about train schedules. I didn't know the answer, but I had Google to tell me how.
Through my terrible navigation I made it to my husband's office and realized eating is a good idea. Downed my pre-packed dinner and with my legs starting to feel fatigue I gently requested a cab instead of walking. Best ten bucks of the night spent.
I hate general admission. People today have no problems showing up hours early to get good seats. I want to be rich so I can slip someone some money and get a good view. But I could see the stage and was happy to get this comedy started.
I see so many commercials for energy shots and the big claim is no crash afterwards. I do not take energy anything, but my crash came about eight thirty that night. I know performers develop a thick skin but many still fixate on the one person in the room not laughing. To that poor opening and middle act, please know that if I were in any other state of mind, I’d be cracking up. You were great. But on this night, I could not muster the energy to smile. My body was betraying me and I got just enough strength in me to tell my husband that I wanted to go home. It was my night and he told me that he wanted to stay, but knowing me, if I wanted to leave, we could.
I love him so much. I was nearly shaking and wanted to find a bed and sob into a pillow. Instead I went into the bathroom and cried through the middle act. When that nervous energy left me, I was calm and ready to tough out the show I wanted to see.
It was within ten seconds that they came on stage and I was captivated by laughs. Soon my panic and exhaustion was gone and all that was left was a desire to scream ZOOM after every punch line. Can't remember the last time I was allowed to laugh so loudly in public. The show ended and I silently cursed the waitress for taking so long to get me the bill. She was a good server so I tipped well, but I didn't want to wait forever to meet the Sklars after the show. The line moved quickly and they were still very energetic. I told them I was promised a hug and a Henderson and they delivered. Like the good geeks they are, asked if I wanted my new Sklarbro Country shirt signed or kept pristine. They signed my ticket and I got a totally rocking picture with my favorite comedy twins.
I was so jazzed as we left it didn't occur to me that I had to pee. It became very apparent when I was reminded there were no bathrooms available at the station. I used my politeness to get back into the club and use the bathroom. This time my release was biological and not emotional. I went home that night very content that I did not bail on a chance to meet two of my comedy heroes. Even better, my husband was proud of me. I know I'm a big coward, but there are some experiences where I will rise to the occasion. Promise me a hug and a Henderson and that will be one of them.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
12 Angry Birds
Last Friday I had to go to jury duty for first time in my almost thirty
years. (More accurately, in my twelve eligible years.) I was prepared to be
there for a large portion of my Friday.....before the holiday....that I didn't
get off anyway.....yeah. I promised myself that I would not get my hopes up
that they wouldn't need me. That we would be let go early. That I would get to
Skype justice in from home in my pajamas. Instead I packed a bag full of panic
attack reducing meals and snacks, five bottles of water, four layers of
clothes, one fully charged and podcast filled iPod, one fully charged Nook, my
phone charger, and a book I got for Christmas in the event all electronics
failed me.
I promised myself I would go into this with a positive attitude and with the intention to be as honest as possible. After going through the metal detector twice since they made be take my camera and eye glass repair screwdriver back to my car, I found a table near an outlet and waited for the employees to arrive to check us in. Slow moving line, but I've suffered worse. I was mostly concerned about losing access to an outlet, but victory and the last outlet was mine.
The nice lady next to me, whom I mentally classified as my new bunk mate, asked me if I had a dime she could swap for pennies. She wanted to avoid having to go to her car and subsequently be patted down by security again. I didn't need her pennies and the dime got her enough for her breakfast diet Coke. It was a small investment of good will. She watched my stuff as I used the restroom.
I thought books would be my way to kill time and I forgot that I need near silence to concentrate. For me reading cannot be done when you have a guy clearing his messages on his cell phone on full blast two seats away. On the other side, we had two women shooting the shit while the rest of us are trying to be lost in our own person spaces. It didn't even have to be a loud conversation because it's essentially a library where no one is trying to maintain a quite environment. Any sound is grating. So I gave up on my attempt at reading and brought out my podcasts.
Wow, I'm spoiled. The cell phone guy was so loud and I did not want to destroy my future self's hearing so I gave up on the Sklar Brothers. (Temporarily. More on that later.) By this point I was already two hours into my day and trying to figure out what to do to get to lunch break. Then it hit me. When I was on a plane to Japan for eleven hours, I gave into my mostly denied inner gamer and played Bejeweled. Oh man, without even thinking about it, I had burned three and a half hours getting the shiny things to match up in shiny rows of three or more.
So in this waiting room of law and order (or I guess just order if you go by Dick Wolf shows) I got my phone out, found Angry Birds and attempted to catch up on my back log of uncompleted levels. It was only a blink of an eye to me, but twenty minutes later an announcement that our services would not be needed and we were free to go. I must state for the record that I understand how damn lucky I was that jury duty was such a breeze for me. Rather than return to work as a zombie and knowing that I would have to be there on the holiday on Monday......yeah.....I went home and took a nap. I would need my energy for my next adventure only a scant nine hours away......
I promised myself I would go into this with a positive attitude and with the intention to be as honest as possible. After going through the metal detector twice since they made be take my camera and eye glass repair screwdriver back to my car, I found a table near an outlet and waited for the employees to arrive to check us in. Slow moving line, but I've suffered worse. I was mostly concerned about losing access to an outlet, but victory and the last outlet was mine.
The nice lady next to me, whom I mentally classified as my new bunk mate, asked me if I had a dime she could swap for pennies. She wanted to avoid having to go to her car and subsequently be patted down by security again. I didn't need her pennies and the dime got her enough for her breakfast diet Coke. It was a small investment of good will. She watched my stuff as I used the restroom.
I thought books would be my way to kill time and I forgot that I need near silence to concentrate. For me reading cannot be done when you have a guy clearing his messages on his cell phone on full blast two seats away. On the other side, we had two women shooting the shit while the rest of us are trying to be lost in our own person spaces. It didn't even have to be a loud conversation because it's essentially a library where no one is trying to maintain a quite environment. Any sound is grating. So I gave up on my attempt at reading and brought out my podcasts.
Wow, I'm spoiled. The cell phone guy was so loud and I did not want to destroy my future self's hearing so I gave up on the Sklar Brothers. (Temporarily. More on that later.) By this point I was already two hours into my day and trying to figure out what to do to get to lunch break. Then it hit me. When I was on a plane to Japan for eleven hours, I gave into my mostly denied inner gamer and played Bejeweled. Oh man, without even thinking about it, I had burned three and a half hours getting the shiny things to match up in shiny rows of three or more.
So in this waiting room of law and order (or I guess just order if you go by Dick Wolf shows) I got my phone out, found Angry Birds and attempted to catch up on my back log of uncompleted levels. It was only a blink of an eye to me, but twenty minutes later an announcement that our services would not be needed and we were free to go. I must state for the record that I understand how damn lucky I was that jury duty was such a breeze for me. Rather than return to work as a zombie and knowing that I would have to be there on the holiday on Monday......yeah.....I went home and took a nap. I would need my energy for my next adventure only a scant nine hours away......
Monday, January 14, 2013
Instant Substitution
Yeah, they're pretty much the same movie.
If they were sold out of Scarface, and were substituting Rock of Ages, I'd be outraged. But considering it's the other way around, that's okay. There was also a Magic Mike substitution, despite the fact that there was a copy right above the sign. Yes, naked Channing Tatum is totally the same as a Steve Harvey romantic comedy. Good job Target.
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