Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Random Thoughts and Things That Happened

- I spilled my water all over my desk.
- This day is dragging.
- I'm so tired I almost feel asleep at my desk.
- The weather is beautiful today.
- I think I'll make hot dogs on the grill for dinner because I don't have anything else thawed.
- The color of my shirt is called Grassy Knoll.
- I love in the attention to detail in the Sims 2 when you cook. When you make an omelette, there's a little green pepper on the cutting board; when you make hamburgers, there's a wedge of cheese, a tomato, and a jar of pickles; when you make salmon, there's a little container of dill. So cute!
- I spent too much time playing Sims over the weekend.
- The book I'm reading right now is boring.
- I have "I Wanna Dance with Somebody" in my head.

One Thing I'd Like to Change about American Idol 5

The changes that were made for AI 4 were hit or miss for me. I like the fact that the age limit was raised, and the Ford pimpmercials had a higher production value, but I missed the cheesy group medleys and the themes that were actually themes. Here's my proposal for a change that I'd like to see for AI 5:

There should be a cage of angry lions just offstage. If a contestant is singing a sad and/or angry song, and is smiling throughout the performance (a la Carrie Underwood in Piece of My Heart), the lions should be released. I guarantee the smile will be wiped off their faces pretty quickly. This could also be used if a contestant is completely bastardizing an awesome song (a la Carrie Underwood in Piece of My Heart).

*Yes, I know Carrie was singing Faith Hill's version of the song. While I've never heard Faith's version, I can imagine how soulful and poignant it is. Release the lions on both of them, I say!

Changes made to the blog in the past few days: Added some pictures, fixed it so that it shows up correctly in IE (don't know how I did it, but it works now...I hope...), changed the time stamp to the correct time zone so I don't have to change it every time (which caused the times on my previous posts to be incorrect, but I don't care enough to change it. If you care, just think of it as 3 hours earlier.)

Monday, May 30, 2005

I Hate The Family Circus

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Every Sunday morning, my blood boils. This is the reason. The first thing I say to my boyfriend on Sunday mornings isn't "Good morning," or "Did you sleep well?" It's "You have to read Family Circus today. It's so retarded." This website makes my Sunday morning ire worth it though. Good times, good times.

*Incidently, as I was doing my "research" for this post, the Family Circus website was down. Oh, how my hopes were dashed upon the rocks when it was back up a few minutes later.


If you haven't checked out PostSecret already, you should. There is a link to it on my sidebar. Almost every week there is a postcard that gives me chills when I read it. This is the one that did it for me today.

I Will Marry Any Man...

who buys me this ring. Don't be stingy, it's only $15,600.

York vs. The World

I was reading the York Sunday News today and found an article by Gordon Freireich that ties in with my York County post from earlier today. He talks about what the world would be like demographically if it were shrunk to 100 people. He then does the same for York County. It really helps you to understand why we are the way we are. Here are the results:

World: 57 Asians, 21 Europeans, 14 from the Western Hemisphere, and 8 Africans; 70 non-white, 30 white.
York: 93 white, 4 black, and 3 Hispanic; 50 percent would claim either German (39) or Irish (11) heritage.

World: 1 person would have a college education; 70 would be unable to read.
York: 42 people would be high school graduates and 13 would have Bachelor's degrees.

World: 6 people would hold 50% of the world's wealth; they would all be US citizens. 80 people would live in sub-standard housing; 50 would suffer from malnutrition.
York: 3 people would earn less than 10K a year, 29 would make 50K to 75K, and 1 would make more than 200K.

Yeah, we're pretty much a white as the driven snow, middle class, not very educated bunch, which explains a lot.

Musky Toes

So I walk into my kitchen and I see the HUGEST mosquito I have even seen in my life. Amazingly, I'm not scared of mosquitoes, but if you put me in a room with some other people and unleash 1,000 mosquitoes, I'll have 1,000 bites and everyone else will have 0. And did I ever tell you the story about the time I had a mosquito bite that swelled to the size of a softball? No? Well, suffice it to say, I do not want the world's largest mosquito in my home. Anyway, I hit the damn thing with my fly swatter, but I don't see its smooshed carcass anywhere, so I'm assuming it's still alive. Picture me in my kitchen holding the fly swatter and spinning around like Jodie Foster in the end of Silence of the Lambs. If I don't post for a while it's because I'm getting a blood transfusion from having all my blood sucked by the mutant mosquito.

Sunday, May 29, 2005

The York County Way of Life

York Countians are a rare breed. And thank god for that! I'm a born and bred York Countian, but I have a love/hate relationship with it. Here are some tidbits about the York County way of life:

1. They think it is perfectly ok to order macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, and french fries as their 3 side dishes.
2. They also think it is perfectly ok to eat dinner at 4:00.
3. They think Ocean City, Maryland is the nicest beach on the east coast.
4. And they go there every summer for vacation.
5. They inexplicably have southern accents.
6. And Confederate flag license plates.
7. They are used to having their shocks repaired every week because of the PA roads.
8. The first day of huntin' season is a school holiday.
9. So is "student day" at the York Fair for most schools.
10. It's huntin', not hunting.
11. They sit on Route 30 by the thousands to watch the street rods.
12. They love buffets.
13. They consider the Orioles their hometown team.
14. They worship Penn State's football team, even though they never attended Penn State.
15. They own huntin' camps in northern PA.
16. They bitch about the weather. A lot.
17. They eat dippy eggs.
18. They'll wait for you outside awhile.
19. They like to use an appostrophe to make words plural.
20. They like that they can get curbside service on faschnat day.
21. They love firehall chicken bbq.
22. They like to write mean letters to the editor about homosexuals, non-Christians, and immigrants.
23. They buy out the grocery store's supply of bread, milk, and toilet paper when snow is in the forecast.
24. And every newspaper writes an article about it, every time.
25. They love to beat a dead horse.
26. They own Pfaltzgraff dishes, mostly seconds that were bought at a tent sale.

100+ Facts about Me

I got this idea from Jenn's Random Thoughts.

1. I've never liked a song the first time I heard it.
2. I'm deathly afraid of spiders.
3. I don't believe in soul mates.
4. I thought the title of "Bennie and the Jets" was "Banging on the Jets."
5. I've become a morning person.
6. I have no desire to travel anywhere west of PA.
7. I'm hard to impress.
8. I like dogs better than people.
9. I never go to the doctor because I'm afraid I'll have some horrible disease.
10. I also never go because I hate my doctor.
11. I think transvestites are sexy (think Tim Curry in Rocky Horror).
12. My brain doesn't work if I haven't had my coffee.
13. I smoke too much.
14. I'm paranoid.
15. I love my parents but I am unable to tell them.
16. I become anxious if my home isn't clean.
17. I hate taking showers, but I can't not bathe daily.
18. I have very few regrets.
19. I'm passive-aggressive.
20. I'm fiercely loyal.
21. I truly think my life would be easier if I were stupid.
22. I would never eat food that dropped on the ground, but I'll smoke my cigarette if it does.
23. I'm stingy.
24. I love the place where I'm living now.
25. Right now, things are going the best for me that they ever have in my life.
26. I have no clue what I want to do with my life.
27. I'm turning into my mom.
28. I hate weddings.
29. I cried while watching Fahrenheit 9-11.
30. I don't read as much as I should.
31. I'm extremely neurotic.
32. I hate bacon.
33. I'm notoriously bad at returning e-mails.
34. I hate being an only child.
35. I don't share well because of it.
36. But I'm NOT spoiled.
37. I don't think there's any excuse for grammatical errors in advertisements or media.
38. I couldn't whistle till I was a teenager.
39. I hate small talk.
40. I love going on long drives.
41. I like ice hockey for the fights.
42. Eyes squick me out.
43. Feet do too.
44. I can always tell when a woman has dyed her hair blonde.
45. I'm afraid of showing signs of weakness.
46. In school, I would always look around to make sure I wasn't the ugliest girl in the class.
47. I have low self-esteem.
48. Hard-shell crabs are my favorite food.
49. I only eat them once a year at the neighborhood crab feast.
50. I like beer now; I didn't before.
51. I'm a good cook, if I do say so myself.
52. I'm a Taurus through and through.
53. I don't understand the rules of football even though they have been explained to be several times.
54. I don't let people in easily.
55. I've always wanted to throw a drink in someone's face.
56. I have a quick temper.
57. But I get over it quickly.
58. I want TiVo.
59. I suck at math.
60. My 401(K) lost 14 cents last quarter.
61. I'm good with money.
62. I hate the fact that my hair is turning brown.
63. The song "Brown-Eyed Girl" made me ok with the fact that I don't have blue eyes.
64. I'm not politically correct.
65. People think I'm shy, but I'm not. I just have to get a feel for people before I open up because I tend to offend people (see 64).
66. The first thing I read in the Sunday paper is the wedding and engagement announcements.
67. I WILL go to London before I die.
68. British accents are sexy.
69. British teeth are not.
70. Nice teeth are important to me.
71. I've had braces twice, 2 kinds of retainers, head gear, and 2 kinds of rubber bands.
72. I've never had a cavity.
73. I've never broken a bone.
74. I think it would be cool to be a cop.
75. I went to Boston once and loved it.
76. I didn't like Disney World.
77. My grandma makes the best red velvet cake in the world.
78. But I make better mashed potatoes than she does.
79. The two most judgmental people I know are the two most devout Christians I know.
80. I think sororities and fraternities are stupid.
81. I'm appalled by some of the clothes high school girls wear.
82. I could probably sue my last supervisor for slander if I wanted to do so.
83. I think interracial children are the cutest.
84. I love playing Scattergories.
85. I love designing and decorating houses in The Sims.
86. I look at houses when I'm out for ideas for The Sims.
87. If I'm driving or walking by someone's house at night and they don't have the blinds shut, I look in their window.
88. I ALWAYS close my blinds at night.
89. I love Chinese food.
90. I think prostitution should be legal.
91. So should marijuana.
92. When I smell the lip gloss I wore in 8th grade it brings back memories.
93. I have too many candles.
94. And shoes.
95. I hate clothes shopping.
96. I love shopping for stuff for my home.
97. I'm a pushover.
98. I have a lot of guilt.
99. I'm not a Christian but I celebrate Christmas because I consider it to be a secular holiday.
100. I like my boyfriend's family.
101. I'm not close to my own.
102. I hate the Rolling Stones.
103. You'd have to pay me a large amount of money to get me to go to my 6-year high school reunion.
104. I get along with men better than women.
105. Groups of women make me uncomfortable.
106. I hate when people talk about their children incessantly.
107. If I ever do, I want someone to shoot me.
108. I don't even know if I want children.
109. My grandma thinks I should have children now because "I'm almost too old to have children."
110. I hate crowds.
111. I try to go to stores early in the morning because of it.
112. I've boycotted Wal-Mart.
113. But I'm Target's whore, and I'm sure they're just as bad.
114. I'll probably die of cancer--3 out of 4 of my grandparents have.
115. But that doesn't make me want to quit smoking.
116. I'd rather die young than be in a nursing home.

My Saturday Netflix Binge

I had one of the most unproductive days in the world, but it's my vacation, dammit. Here are my Netflix selections for the weekend:

The Sex and the City Bonus Disc: I never had HBO, so I rented all 6 seasons of Sex from Netflix. I really grew to love it after not liking it at first. I finished the series about a month ago, but I didn't get the bonus disc right away because I was Sex-ed out. I watched it today and it was good enough, but I consider it a wasted rental. It was only an hour long, and there wasn't too much substance. 2 farewell specials, deleted scenes, and alternate endings. Meh. One star.

Mighty Aphrodite: I like Woody Allen films when I'm in the mood, but I wasn't really in the mood today. What doesn't bode well for this movie is that I had already seen it, but I forgot that until I started watching it. There were two gems though:

Lenny: You didn't see Schindler's List?
Kevin: No, no... that was the one with the Jews and the, um... who were the bad guys?
Lenny: The Nazis. The blond guys were the Nazis.

Lenny: I'm completely superfluous.
Kevin: Oh, you don't feel good?

Three stars.

Leaving Las Vegas: Apparently I was in a prostitution mood this weekend. Actually, these weren't my first picks; my first few all have long waits. Anyway, I don't like Nicolas Cage. He bothers me for no particular reason. This movie was just very ok. I watched it in about 6 sittings because I couldn't get into it. I'm glad it didn't have a happy ending though; I hate unrealistic happy endings. And I totally wish I look like Elisabeth Shue. Three stars.

Friday, May 27, 2005

Have a Great Memorial Day Weekend!

Hey everyone! I hope you all have a fun and safe Memorial Day weekend. Pennsylvania residents be careful--the PA State Police are trying to get a grant, but in order to receive the grant, they have to pull over a certain number of drivers. That, mixed with the end of the month and a holiday weekend equals a lot of cops out.

And remember our troops, especially the ones who have given their lives so that Bush can push his Christian, right-wing agenda.

Is it Really Necessary...

to take 15 minutes to tell me whether or not trash will be picked up on Monday? Apparently with York Waste Disposal it is.

Jenny G: Yes, I was wondering if our trash will be picked up on Monday or Tuesday.
Receptionist: What township are you in?
Jenny G: Springettsbury
Receptionist: We don't collect trash in Springettsbury. That's Penn Waste.
Jenny G: My dumpster says York Waste on it and they pick our trash up on Monday mornings.
Receptionist: Let me transfer you to sales.

Sales: Can I help you?
Jenny G: Yes, I was wondering if our trash will be picked up on Monday or Tuesday. I live in Springettsbury Township.
Sales: We don't collect trash in Springettsbury. That's Penn Waste.
Jenny G: My dumpster says York Waste on it and they pick our trash up on Monday mornings.
Sales: What's your address?
Jenny G: (gives address)
Sales: We don't have an account at that address
Jenny G: It's through my landlord, (gives name)
Sales: Oh, ok, let me transfer you to Darlene.

Darlene: Can I help you?
Jenny G: Yes, I was wondering if our trash will be picked up on Monday or Tuesday. I live in Springettsbury Township.
Darlene: We don't collect trash in Springettsbury. That's Penn Waste.
Jenny G: My dumpster says York Waste on it and they pick our trash up on Monday mornings.
Darlene: What's your address?
Jenny G: (gives address)
Darlene: We don't have an account at that address
Jenny G: It's through my landlord, (gives name).
Darlene: I don't have an account listed in that name.
Jenny G: (resisting urge to scream) Well, I have a toter than says York Waste on it and this phone number; every Monday morning they come across the street, where I take my dumpster, and pick it up.
Darlene: Well, trash will be picked up on Tuesday.
Jenny G: Thank you.

I'm really not in the mood to deal with stupidity today.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Evil Whitey

I work late on Thursday nights covering for the receptionist. The receptionist listens to an urban adult contemporary radio station. So I'm sitting here reading my book, and this weird ad comes on that makes me stop to listen. It's an answering machine message that says something like, "You've reached the Johnson's. If you're calling about the apartment for rent, please leave your name, number, and a brief message," in a "white" voice. Then they have all these ethnic-sounding people leaving messages with the sound of a beep afterwards (I'm assuming that means the messages were erased). Then some white-sounding dude starts to leave a message and Mrs. Johnson picks up and tells him he was the first person to call today. Then they do some spiel about housing discrimination being illegal. What. The. Fuck. Way to perpetuate stereotypes.

My English Skillz

Your English Skills:

Grammar: 100%
Punctuation: 100%
Vocabulary: 80%
Spelling: 60%

Does your English cut the mustard?

I am actually a good speller, but I choke on spelling tests. I can write a whole post with no spelling errors, but give me a spelling test with the same words, and I doubt myself. Especially if it's multiple choice, which this quiz was. My vocabulary isn't that great. Usually I read a word I don't know, look it up, and then pretend I knew it all along.

Letter to White Trash Neighbor #2

Dear Bubba,

Please wear a shirt at all times while outside. Thanks in advance.

Jenny G

Letter to White Trash Neighbor #1

Dear Cletus and/or Brandine,

Please stop throwing your NASCAR memorabilia in my dumpster. You see, I am unable to retrieve my dumpster from the trash area until around 5:30 P.M., because I have this thing you may have heard of: a job. What happens is I go to this building 5 days a week for 8 1/2 hours and do stuff, and then twice a month a paltry amount of money is deposited into my bank account. I know this is probably anal, but I do, in fact, fill my dumpster above capacity every week (I never claimed to be an environmentalist), so I do not need extra trash. Also, my dumpster is clearly marked with my address. This situation raises the question: how does one have such a large amount of NASCAR memorabilia that one is able to throw massive amounts of it away every week? Are you purging the old memorabilia to make room for new; or are you so disillusioned with NASCAR that you have decided that it is perhaps not the best home decor theme? If it is the latter, I support your endeavors fully, but please utilize your own trash receptacle. Thank you.

Jenny G

Letter to Gwen Stefani

Dear Gwen,

I know this may come across as harsh, but I'm only saying this for your own good. You see, honey, there comes a certain age when one must not sing about bleachers, principals, and student teachers. When one is pushing 40, it is time to stop dressing as a pirate and having an entourage of harajuku girls. I will ignore the fact that you are about two decades too old to be using the phrase "hollaback," because that is what the youngsters are saying nowadays, and I understand that you must sell records to put food on the table for Gavin, his having not produced anything relevant in about 12 years. Believe it or not, women who are out of their 20s who are able to dress like adults and sing adult songs do exist. And there are also women out of their 20s who have gorgeous bodies and do not find it necessary to dress up as the mad hatter or a majorette (see Zeta-Jones, Catherine). Again, I say this to help you.

I leave you with this quote of yours:

"At a certain point I'm going to want to have a family and I'm not going to have time to be running around the world doing this shit and being greedy. I can always write songs. But can I always wear an Alice-in-Wonderland costume? I probably shouldn't. I can at home. I was thinking that when I have children, that I should always dress as a character for them, so they think their mom is Alice in Wonderland or Cinderella. It would be totally messed up!"

Yes, sweetie; yes it would.

Jenny G

Intra-House Memo to My Boyfriend

To: Chris
From: Jenny G
Re: Your oh-so-hilarious comments concerning American Idol
CC: The people who read this blog

May 25, 2005

Dear Chris:

Bo Bice and Constantine Maroulis are not the same person, nor are they Scott Stapp. Please do not exit your room whilst I am watching American Idol ever again. If you choose to breach this rule, disciplinary action will be necessary.

Also, Rice Krispies belong either in the box, your bowl, or your digestive system; not on the floor. That is all.

The person who makes your food and who therefore you do not want to piss off.

Seacrest in Charge of My Days and My Nights

Well, well, well. I would just like to point out to the people who rolled their eyes when I said it was so obvious that Carrie was going to win after Mario was eliminated that I was indeed correct. It's ok; I'm glad Bo can do whatever music he wants to do now. I liked the finale. It was very cheese-tastic, which is what AI should be. And JPL was in the audience. They could have put him in front of George though; geez. Way to put the shortest guy behind the tallest. I'm happy for Bo because he seemed happy. He is now one of Skynyrd's Frynds (You have to pronounce that "frynerds" like a guy I graduated with who was such a "huge" Skynyrd fan). The group medley was cute, as were most of the songs with the famous people I didn't know were still alive and relevant. I liked the Primetime spoof too. I felt bad for the National Anthem girl though, unless she was just doing that because she is a famewhore.

Congratulations, Bo! In AI-world, second place wins!

Wednesday, May 25, 2005


Your #1 Match: INFJ

The Protector
You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity.Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is.You are an excellent listener, with almost infinite patience.You have complex, deep feelings, and you take great care to express them.
You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher.

Pretty accurate except, infinite patience...me? No. My patience threshold is about 10 seconds, literally.

Bo Bice Wants to Be Inside Our "Heaven."

I was very underwhelmed by the Final 2 performance show last night. I had to tape it because I was at a Pampered Chef party. When I sat down to watch the tape I finished it in about 15 minutes. I read the paper during 2 of Bo's performances (I watched Vehicle), and I fast-forwarded through everything else except the judges' comments about Carrie. I don't know how to feel about tonight. This is the first time someone I liked made it to the top 2, so I don't know if I want Bo to win because I hate Carrie, or if I want him to lose because if he doesn't he'll have to sing shitty songs about rainbows. I don't even think I'd buy his album if it was pop...I want Bo rocking out. I guess we shall see how things go tonight. I am excited for the cheese-tastic group sing tonight, though; they better not screw it up!

I'm also excited to have my Tuesday and Wednesday nights back.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Dirty Pennsylvanians

Some names of towns in Pennslyvania in my area: Intercourse, Blue Ball, Bird-in-Hand, Paxtang (not dirty, but it sounds like it!), Gap, Mount Joy

Out of my area: Red Hot, Top, Woodcock, Clappville, Bear Lick, Beavertown, Beaver Mills, Beaver Meadows (what's with the beavers?)

No, I'm not 12...why do you ask?

My Political Party Crisis

When I was a teenager I was a staunch Democrat. Some of my political views have changed and I feel like I’m caught in limbo between the two parties and don’t know what I am anymore. I used to be all about welfare, helping the poor, etc. But now things have changed. My previous job was as a Family Advocate doing in-home work. I taught people parenting skills, budgeting, connected them with community resources, etc. Most of those people do not work (and for 99% of them, it is not because they are unable to do so) and have nicer things than I did. They pay nothing for healthcare without working, whereas I have worked since I was 16 and I pay for insurance and have a co-pay at the doctor’s office. They have nicer apartments than I had at the time, and only paid $100 a month in rent because of Section 8. I do think we should have welfare and the like, but so many people abuse it and there’s no way of policing it. They are able to get Social Security if they were diagnosed with something as children (I knew a 20-year-old who was fully able to work but didn’t have to because she received SSI for being diagnosed with ADHD as a child); they can get it for their children if they were diagnosed. Theoretically, a mother who was diagnosed as a child with ADHD who has two children with the illness can receive about $1500 a month in Social Security.

I am willing to pay more taxes if they go to healthcare and education, and I’m for protecting the worker. I am also pro-choice and completely against mixing religion and government. I’m against this war and don’t like George Bush; in fact, I voted against him twice.

But on the other hand, I am for the privatization of Social Security, and I’m not too concerned with protecting the environment (not that I’m pro-pollution, I just think we have better things to worry about). I’m into personal responsibility, especially when it comes to money. I don’t think the government should be all up in our biz.

I’m confused though, because W is a Republican, the party that supposedly wants the government to play a smaller role in people’s lives, yet the government has turned into Big Brother, having us turn in people for suspicious activities. And the whole Terri Schiavo thing. Why was Bush even involved?? Not that W is a shining example of a good president, but I’m really confused about the contradictions.

I’ve labeled myself a liberal Republican in my profile, I’m registered as a Democrat, but I just don’t know anymore.

My Tiny Dancer: Jon Peter Lewis

I am one of those people who is obsessed with American Idol. I didn't become obsessed until the third season though. The reason was JPL. Although I occasionally enjoy pop music as I'm driving, cleaning, or some other mundane activity, I have no interest in the cookie-cutter pop idols that the first 2 seasons of AI provided. JPL was like a breath of fresh air. Wonderfully pure voice, not afraid to make an ass out of himself, easy on the eyes, and seemingly a person I would want to hang out with in real life.

A lot of JPL's fans have been patiently waiting for his album to be released, having heard rumors of several different potential dates. While I will buy his album when it comes out, I have to confess that my interest is waning as the months pass. I don't like him any less, but I only have so much patience. We have not, to my knowledge, been told what the hold-up is about, but I almost feel betrayed as a fan. If this is the way I, as a die-hard fan, feel, I can imagine how casual fans must feel. In all honesty, they probably don't feel any way, because he is old news as far as the AI machine is concerned. If he wants to have any hope of longevity he needs to get his ass in gear.

Check out JPL's
website for samples of his new, original music. It really is good! The fame clock is ticking though...

One of Those Days...

My day began with getting up at 6:26 after apparently having hit snooze for 54 minutes. I had no time for breakfast, but that's ok, because I have stuff to eat in my office. Unfortunately breakfast would have to be delayed due to the fact that I had to sit in stopped traffic on I-83 reading the paper because of an accident. I arrive at work 40 minutes late only to discover that I cannot get into my office because I cannot find the keys. Plus, it is rainy and cold. Blah.

Monday, May 23, 2005

All Up in My Grill

We just bought a new grill at The Home Depot. Yay for steaks on the grill for Memorial Day!

Utter Crap.

I freakin' love Netflix. Where else can you rent unlimited movies that you are embarrassed to rent in person for only around $20 per month? That being said, some of the movies I have rented should have been left unrented. Take for example the horrible movies I rented in the past 90 days:
  • The Strangler's Wife - I only rented this because Constantine Maroulis was in it. This movie was ridiculous. The acting was decent, but the woman who played Mae grated. The story was strange, and it was not at all suspenseful, thrilling, or erotic (This was billed as an erotic thriller). I suppose if I were a 12-year-old boy I would find images of women's bare breasts erotic, but I'm not so I didn't.
  • The Birds- My boyfriend and I exchanged many a WTF glance during this movie. I know Alfred Hitchcock is supposedly a genius, but really, Alfred? Birds? Why? And why wouldn't you put the top up on your convertible if there were birds trying to kill you? Maybe I'm just not sophisticated enough to "get" this movie.
  • Happiness - My best friend told me this movie was horrible and disturbing, so naturally, I had to rent it. It was horrible and disturbing. I'm sure this is another example of my lack of sophistication, but I could have done without watching a child masturbate and then seeing a dog eat his semen. Seriously.
  • Monster's Ball - I think the only purpose of this movie was to show Halle Berry nude. I'm not a prude, but I want my nudity to make some sense within the context of the movie. This was just like, "Hey! Halle Barre agreed to be naked for us, so let's have a bunch of gratituous sex scenes for shits and giggles!" And Billy Bob Thornton is fug. I felt like I was watching porn during their sex scene. I also hate Halle Berry, but that's a possible topic for another blog entry.
  • Requiem for a Dream - Just no. Even though it's number 52 on the IMDB's top 250... I'm not naive and I'm not easily disturbed, but I thought this movie was horrible. This may be one of those movies that you have to watch more than once to notice and appreciate everything, but I'll just have to live without that enrichment.

Testing, Testing, Sibalance

So here’s the deal. I love reading people’s blogs as I’m a voyeur at heart. I do not feel for one second that anyone except possibly friends and family would care about mine, but I wanted to get my fingers in the pot. I love to write, although I rarely do, so I’m hoping that this will give me motivation. I had one of those cheesy websites that everyone had in the late 90s, and that was my first foray into being “published” on the internet. Actually, now that I think about it, it probably still exists since I never deleted it, but I don’t know the address to save my life. Hopefully this will at the very least serve as a diary that I can peruse at a later time to recall my thoughts and moods. Take care until next time!