Too many options may kill a (wo)man!

I'm beginning to come to this conclusion as well...

These boots were made for walking...

Because I really am a Shoe Whore...

I'm sorry, so sorry...please accept my apology

I haven't been the best blogger lately, although I do have a great excuse...I've been busy! You see...isn't that the best excuse ever. Anyway, to make up for my lack of posts, which I am sure has hurt all my readers at a very emotional level, I have decided to make it all better using postcards. I mean...who doesn't like postcards. So, I present a week of amusing and highly sarcastic postcards!!!

We're gonna score one more than you...ENGLAND!

It was an ugly win...but a win nonetheless. And alas much to my disappointment, Beckham didn't run without his shirt on after his free kick goal. But back to the game...hopefully England gets it together before facing Porugal at the end of the week. If not for a stunning and miraculous save by Ashley Cole - if you haven't seen his deflection of the near guaranteed Tenorio goal...find it somewhere on the internet...it's pure magic - and David Beckham's beauty of a free kick. No one bends it like Beckham...no one!!
I don't mean to kick a gift horse in the mouth, but I can't figure out how England keeps winning. Sure I love them - I even have a tape copy of every World Cup game in case they actually pull this all off - but they aren't playing good football...to be honest not even mediocre football. I mean if they keep winning playing this badly, just think what they could do if they actually got it together and gave Rooney - or anyone else for that matter since I am infatuated by the Crouch Robot Goal Dance - and actually won a game decisively. Oh...a girl can dream you know!! But who would have ever thought that one of my dreams would be shared by a bunch of drunk, middle-aged men! You have to wonder about my dreams...

Because I Got High...

I’m not one to become teary-eyed over some ‘inspirational’ story. Sure I’ll weep uncontrollably at some Hallmark Hall of Fame tv movie or a Lifetime show, but you have to draw the line somewhere. All that said…today I got emotional over an ‘inspirational’ story; luckily it was written by Kevin Smith and included a whole lot of cursing just plain vulgarity (I’m not sure if that is a word or not, but I’m using it!!)
Some of you know of my love of Kevin Smith flicks…even Jersey Girl. Since Smith usually casts mostly unknowns sprinkled with heavy hitters, I never really paid any attention to the actors. It isn’t that I don’t love the guys who play Dante and Randal, I just don’t really want to think of them as ‘real’ people. They same goes for Jay & Silent Bob – the original hetero-life partners. I heard rumors concerning Jason Mewes’s (Jay) drug addictions, but never put a whole lot of thought into it.
Recently I heard that one of the reasons Smith decided to make Clerks II, stemmed from a promise made to Jason Mewes. If Mewes could make it through rehab and stay sober, Smith would make the film. I thought “How sweet…he must really care about the guy!”, but that was about it. Lurking on a message board – I don’t usually participate, I just simply lurk – I kept reading various versions of the basic story until today I happened to discover that Smith had written a 9 part article detailing not only Mewes's addiction and how that affected both their friendship and different films over on his blog, My Boring-Ass Life. (If you don't read this blog on a daily basis...START NOW!!!) Anyway, the article entitled Me and My Shadow is an interesting read that I encourage everyone to check out. I have never personally dealt with drug addiction, but I understand alcoholism first hand. I should warn that the sucker is long, but once you get going, the time just flies by. All said, my respect for Kevin Smith has grown exponentially as well as my love of Jay & Silent Bob!! Snootchie Bootchies!!

Of Garryowen in glory!

Despite the photogenic and ‘studly’ qualities of modern Hollywood stars, nobody embodies irresistible manliness like Errol Flynn. Sure, he has a funny name and a destructive personality, not to mention he died in 1959, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t one damn fine looking man. The current leading me of Hollywood, especially Orland Bloom and those of his effeminate-but-I-can-swordfight-somewhat-convincingly ilk, should really study him in a seminar or something. Perhaps at a mandatory 'Intro to How a Male Lead Should Act in Action/Swashbuckling Film's. I can see it now...perhaps offered in a series with such other courses as "Wooing with Humor & Style: Cary Grant & Romance" or "Musical Comedy for Adults & Children: The Genius of Julie Andrews". You get the gist...
Some of you might be wondering why I bring this up…of course most of you gave up trying to understand my patterns of thought years ago! Anyway, I watched the 1941 classic They Died With Their Boots On last night. The film is actually the last collaboration between Flynn and Olivia de Havilland and also features a young Anthony Quinn as Crazy Horse. I never thought I would claim to love a film about Custer, but it has happened. If you haven’t seen the flick, I recommend it. But first a few disclaimers before I start getting angry e-mails...Keep in mind, the film is not trying to be historically accurate at all, although it does present an interesting interpretation of Custer’s life from the perspective of his adoring widow. And if that wasn’t enough…apparently 2 stuntmen died during production; one fell onto his sword while the other just fell off his horse while drunk. If that doesn’t arose curiosity, I don’t know what can!!

Knit one, Pearl one, Drop one, Curl one

I have no nails left…not that I started with long ones or that the game deserved an on-the-edge-of-your-seat type attention. Over the last week or so, I have come to the realization that reading an online commentary of the game is actually worse than watching the game…far worse. My computer wouldn’t refresh fast enough and the comments only come every couple of minutes. To be honest, I think I might go insane…or more than normal. At least the next game (against Ecuador and not Germany, thank the saints), takes place on Sunday and so I should be able to watch! Hopefully, Ecuador is still reeling from their 3-0 loss to Germany and therefore will come into the match with low self-confidence. Hey a girl can dream – and not just about a semi-nude David Beckham!!
On a completely unrelated note, I had some fairly odd phone calls today. Near the end of one, after inquiring my name, actually exclaimed “But you’re a woman!” Most people wonder about my name, but most show a bit more tact in asking how I came by it. I haven’t received such a undiplomatic outburst in quite a while…and it didn’t stop then. He went on to inquire what my husband called me…talk about blunt! Luckily, I was able to contain my laughter until after I hung up the phone!

When the moon is in the Seventh House...

To be quite honest, I am surprised my mind is still working well enought to post this blog. My morning began very early and involved extreme amounts of stress. One of the groups I work for had their Legislative Breakfast this morning, which meant I arrived at the Sutter Club at 6am. I'm not kidding...6 in the bloody morning!!
Anyway, after the breakfast, the organization had a board meeting, in which I had to take minutes. Normally, the person taking the minutes at least knows the individuals on the board not to mention a backgound knowledge of the topic...that makes it convient since I walked into a meeting of 25 people only knowing 4 of the faces and little to nothing about agricultural politics and co-ops. People first and second motions way to quickly...I'll tell you that!!
Anyway, I finally got back to the office and got one of the most ridiculous horoscopes. Of course, most horoscopes are amusing, but I thought this was somewhat fitting:
"Whatever common sense you had is temporarily gone. You may feel like you are out on your own with no guidance. All you have is your next whim, so don't try to suppress these powerful creations of your imaginative mind. However, this doesn't mean that you should act on every fantasy as if they were real."

Oh, I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain, love...

Today, while shopping for office supplies at Stapes, one of my bosses called to inquire if we needed shredder lubricant. Now, I don't give much thought to the shredder and even less to its lubrication needs. I understand the need, but I also found it hilarious. Luckily my boss did as well. That is actually why she called...she simply had to share the product with someone.
Honestly, that is all I have today. I'm sure I could come up with something witty, but I am just not in the mood. Originally, I planned a full movie review for today's entry. I went to A Prairie Home Companion last night and loved it. But alas...I just lack the energy to compose my thoughts. Perhaps they will come tomorrow, but I wouldn't count on it!!

Attend the tale of Sweeny Todd!

I’m in shock…awe-inspired shock at the announcement of the new Tim Burton/Johnny Depp production. Apparently, I prayed to the correct patron saint, ‘cuz the dark and twisted duo are going to film…wait for it…Sweeny Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. Yeah, baby!!!! And before you ask…it will be the musical…the bloody, bloody musical!!! Oh how I have waited for this day. I can hardly contain my glee, although I am left wondering who will play Mrs. Lovett and if Johnny Depp can sing. Oh, this could be the beginning of a wondrous Sondheim revival (or birth really) in the film industry. My only concern is who else is crazy enough to see it…other than me of course. Well, Kevin Smith, since he used the musical in Jersey Girl this must mean he loves the musical. I think I am in pretty good company!!
Meanwhile in vaguely related news, I have read a review of Clerks 2 that has given me some hope. (Of course, I won’t go in with too much anticipation since that is a recipe for disaster.) Anyway, the reviewer seemed to really enjoy the film. Although his point concerning why this project and why those of us who love Kevin Smith should give the film chance, really caught my interest.
"I know many people including myself wondered if Kevin had lost his nerve after Jersey Girl and just wanted to play in a pond where he knew the water and could avoid jumping any sharks. He seemed to be pretty happy about the production and the direction of the film based on interviews or items on his various websites and I cant knock the guy for returning to his roots…hell I’ve got how many versions of Star Wars? If George Lucas can rape your childhood then Kevin can play a secret touching game with my early twenties I suppose- he did promise candy if I got in the car- so away I went."
I gave all the Star Wars a chance…got to do the same for good ol’ Kevin!!

Three Lions on a shirt...

Well, the world sporting event I actually look forward to every 4 years, commenced this weekend. To be honest, this is really only the second time I have really paid attention, but still...I think that is still better than my Olympic (summer or winter) watching record. Of course, I still don't conform to US World Cup watching guidelines - if such guidelines exist, which I seriously doubt since barely anyone watches World Cup in America. I support England. Perhaps it is the fond memories of men staggering out of pubs at 8 in the morning drunk off their head or merely the infectuous exuberance of the fans. Despite the issue of holliganism - if that is indeed a word - I love the spirit and constant belief that this year will be England's chance to regain the glory of 1966.
So far, England remains pretty lucky. Sitting on top of Group B, although not looking extremely strong, hopefully they can hold onto that luck going into their Thursday game versus Trinidad-Tobago. I do have to say, that although I am thrilled that Beckham and the boys triumphed on Saturday, I do feel bad for Paraguay, especially Captain Carolos Gammara scored the own-goal that gave England the win. That one has to hurt...if it was me, I would think about relocating and never returning to Paraguay!!

Rollin' blunts and smokin'...

I LOVE Jay and Silent Bob!!! I just needed to get that off my chest. Anyway, I am not too sure about Clerks 2, since the first one is my least favorite Kevin Smith flick. I even liked Jersey Girl better, but I figure that has something to do with the reenactment of Sweeny Todd at the parent’s night. I don’t think I have ever laughed that hard at anything Sweeny Todd related. Come on...the subtitle of "The Demon Barber of Fleet Street" doesn't inspire much hilarity!
Anyway, check out the nifty poster. This is actually 1 of 3, but since these two rank number 1 among the numerous hetero-life-partners, I had to pick this one. You see...where Jay and Silent Bob lead, I must follow. Sometimes at a distance, but trail I must. Perhaps, though, I will pursue the flick at DVD price instead of $10 admission price…we shall have to wait and see!!

but I can't help falling in love with you...

I hate Thursdays. You are so close to the weekend and yet you still have to make it through one more whole day. Anyway, I am currently in the middle of one of the most boring tasks: stuffing envelopes. Normally, the job goes quickly, but unfortunately, with these renewal notices, I can’t use the paper folding machine. For some reason, none of the address boxes line up and so I am forced to fold each individual renewal notice by hand. Keep in mind there are a couple hundred for each association I work for.
Since the work is so monotonous, I usually try and think of other things. So, instead of pondering my thesis, I decided to start working on the lists for a website I am creating with Cerebra. The lists are coming together far better than I hoped, although I am not sure how I am going to cut down the ‘Preeminent Actor’s’ list. Due to my many loves, I also had to come up with other categories for ‘Unsurpassed Supporting’, ‘Not-quite-there-yet-but-promising’, and ‘Aspiring’.
Anyway, this got me thinking about the upcoming Clive Owen flick Children of Man. I read a couple of early screening reviews that simply gushed about the excellence of the flick. Oh and did I mention, the flick also stars Michael Caine, Chiwetel Ejiofor, and Charlie Hunnam, three of which who are on my various lists. No joke. All in all, I’m looking forward to September, I tell you that!!

Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad...

I think I have too much time on my hands at work. I already found the leaked pic of Brangelina’s offspring and all before my morning coffee break. I thought about posting the image, but I fear the wrath of…well I don’t honestly know who I fear, but I am smart enough to know that much, but you get what I mean. I think “fair use” allows thumbnail size – apparently, a couple of websites still posting the image are clinging to that belief – but why do that. I will say this, the kid is cute, but no more or less thany many other newborns I have seen!
Whilst – I just love this word and it doesn’t get used nearly enough…kinda like revenant. Anyway, whilst going through the rest of my daily internet routine, I discovered this droll/lamentable quote over on Michael Ausiello’s blog concerning the newest Jolie-Pitt. I have tried to keep this media blockbuster out of my blog, but I could resist the quote. You see, ChickLit and I just had a conversation the other day concerning how we though that all things considered “Shiloh” was a pretty good name. It looks like we were mistaken…oh so very mistaken!
And so without further gilding the lily and with no more ado, I give to you the funny quote of the day:“Poor baby, how long will it be at school before Shiloh Pitt gets nicknamed Piloh Shitt?” You know you are laughing…

It never seems to amaze my mind...

While others wonder if today will bring the end of the world - it seems a bit off to me since technically the date is 6-6-06, but whatever - I am looking forward to owning my very own copy of Underworld: Evolution. I can't believe it was the next to last film I have seen in the theatre (scary fact I know). As summer approaches, I'm sure that will change. I am quite excited by a couple things coming out in the coming weeks, especially The Prairie Home Companion flick opening this week.
But back to U: E...I am pretty sure they will release another version in a couple months, but I can't help myself. I must have it...it is somehow theraputic. Hey I can't explain it...I think it has something to do with Scott Speedman, but I choose not to over anyalyze!!

Oops!...I did it again!

It looks like I have done it again...figured out a new and even more outlandish way to humiliate myself. I flashed my panties to a church full of people...and not just a couple of seconds…think more like 30 minutes. It turns out that throughout the morning service, people could look my skirt. Let me tell you…it doesn’t get much better than that!
I should first set the scene. A couple of weeks ago, I started playing with the main band at church. A while ago, the last music director left and subsequently quite a few people have taken 'hiatuses' leaving the band on the sparse side. Anyway, despite the fact that I hadn't played in a couple of years, I said I would do it since I had played with many of the other musicians in the past. However, the church has built a new main auditorium since then. I only bring this up because the new stage is about 5 feet high…meaning that you are up on a pretty good pedestal…and just high enough that people are looking up at you. Apparently, this means that they can get quite an interesting show if one wears a skirt on the shorter side – come on…it was church…no one wears that short of skirts. So it seems that Sunday - while playing a pretty nifty Korg Hammond B-3 organ keyboard and an extended Roland keyboard - I exposed more of myself that usually accepted on church grounds.
Due to my numerous guffaws, I have learned it is best to just laugh at oneself. Oh…and laugh with others about the mortifying circumstance of course. Otherwise, it starts to eat at you. Besides, the church band got a bit kick out of it all. They are terming it a new outreach program…”Stripping for the Savior”. You see…that would get people in the door…and then you could just lock them in. It’s an interesting plan, but not one I will participate in. I got to hold on to a little bit of self-respect!
By this point you are probably wondering to yourself how the image relates to the blog entry. Well it doesn't. I just liked the image and it is the first I have seen of the new Eragon film. I have mucho hope, especially with the cast, but I don't want to get too excited...we know what happens then. Anyway, enjoy the photo!

And I heard from the trees a great parade...

I’m considering taking a mini holiday to Santa Rosa. You see, the CWGA – one of the associations I work for – is holding their annual meeting in Santa Rosa in August. In order to entice people to attend the conference with their families, I get to research ‘fun’ local attractions to suit anyone. I had no clue there was so much to see and do in the region. I figured you just went there for the wine tasting. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against ‘respectable’ drunkenness, but wineries have never really excited me…ironically too pompous.
If I get to go to the annual meeting on the company dime, I may have to make a quick side trip to take in a couple of the state parks, museums, the ‘old faithful’ geyser, and of course, the petrified forest. Man I’m starting to sound like a bloody tourist brochure…perhaps I should take a short break!