Monday, December 28, 2009
Pure Class
Check out the white plastic hair clip and the jug of wine.
Priceless.
Snooki is the new black
Sunday, December 27, 2009
SNOOKIE!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Blog Blog Blog
Monday, December 7, 2009
Tiger Tiger Woods, y'all
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Ew, Yuck
Monday, November 30, 2009
Fail, Oprah!
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Modern Classics
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Happy Thanksgiving Y'all
Happy fucking holidays.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Google me!
Sunday, November 22, 2009
And the Winner Is.... Adam Lambert for Everything!
Two More Down!
It's Almost Over!
I'm Starting to Fade...
Don't Be Fooled By The Loubs That She Got!
I Just Don't Get It
She's Got Legs... She Knows How To Use Them...
Don't Call It Come Back- OK, Call It That If You Want...
Just Plain Wrong
I guess it's been about 5 years since we got a random NYC tribute at an awards show...
Nap time at the AMAs
More AMA Magic!
and the 2009 AMA for oddest sweatpants goes to...
The 2009 AMAs
At the urging of my mother I am going to blog a lot and eventually become a millionaire. Tonight I am going to attempt to live blog the 2009 AMAs. Full disclosure, I used to work for the company that produces this fan voted monster of an awards show and I worked the show last year.
Epic Fail Casting Director!
There is nothing that ruins the telling of an otherwise perfectly good story other than poor casting. And no show fails more in this area than TLC’s I DIDN’T KNOW I WAS PREGNANT.
Don’t get me wrong, I really appreciate the casting of much more attractive versions of the white trash fucks that don’t know they are pregnant for the reenactments . Especially when they cut the actual peoples narrations in right before to the actor reenactments and it’s so painfully obvious how much better looking they are… priceless. So good job Casting Director because no one wants to look at white trash fucks but epic fail on your casting of the babies!
Have you seen these babies! They are like six months old! Like I am really supposed to believe that she didn’t know she was pregnant with that twelve pounder? I mean, when Andrea Zuckerman was on 90210 we were willing to overlook the fact that she was a 45 years because she had a ten year story arc, but for a 15 minute TLC segment we need to play it age appropriate.
These babies do not look premature. They do not look like it’s a matter of life or death if they wrap them in a blanket immediately. They don’t even look that pissed off they are laying on filthy bathroom floors. They are all rosy cheeked and doe eyed. Maybe it isn’t the Casting Directors fault though…
Lay off the milk for a couple of days babies. Take some acting classes.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Really NEW MOON? Really?
I just emerged from the Cinerama Dome at the Arclight from quite possibly the worst movie ever made. As Seth and Amy would say… Wow. Really New Moon? Really?
Excuse my grammar, I’m worked up.
First of all, it’s just criminal to have a vampire movie without ANY sex. Everyone knows that vampires are sexy. I think there were about a million “almost” kisses in NEW MOON. So you’re expecting me to believe that we live in a world where teenagers are stupid and impulsive enough to go see a terrible movie ten times in one weekend but they are somehow smart enough to control all of their sexual urges? Fuck that, those vampires would be going at it.
My biggest problem with the film was the AMAZING SLOW pace of the dialog. NO ONE TALKS LIKE THAT! Especially not teenagers, regardless of the fact if they are 109 years old or werewolves. We seriously need Lorelei Gilmore to join the next installment of Twilight at pick up the fucking pace. It’s as if the director said, count to 4 in between each sentence. I imagine the script looks like this:
SCENE ONE:
Int: Creepy old Growth Forest that no one seems to be afraid that is designated for epically important conversations because we all know you can’t have those in your living room or anything
Bella: Edward
Bella (internally) A thousand one, a thousand two, a thousand three, a thousand four
Bella I love you
Bella (internally) A thousand one, a thousand two, a thousand three, a thousand four
Bella Edward
Bella (internally) A thousand one, a thousand two, a thousand three, a thousand four
Bella I can’t live without you.
By the time this scene is over your popcorn is gone and you’re totally bored.
On to the werewolves! Who made the executive decision that werewolves wore a uniform of fucking JORTS and sneakers? That person needs to be banned from Hollywood immediately if not sooner. Would regular jeans be any less believable? Did anyone see where the jorts went when they shifted? Do werewolves buy jorts in bulk? Some of the worst oversights I have ever seen. Not excusable!
I also have a lot to say about having the heroine choose to be with a vampire that looks like a long lost member of the Libertines who just woke up from a three week heroin haze over the nice guy werewolf or, I dunno, maybe she could just date a human? What is this teaching the young teenagers of today? Go with the pale, skinny, drug addicted looking dude! Good decision!
Oh wow, and the ending! Really? Just because you’re a fucking vampire it doesn’t make it not white trash to get married when you’re a teenager. And get a fucking ring. I haven’t read the books but I am hoping that the whole marriage thing is away to make it OK for these teenage vampires to have lots of sex since they were written by a Mormon and all that needs to happen.
How do millions of people like this crap?
Thursday, July 2, 2009
The Things That I Do For Trish/I'm a Fatty
So I have been in Oregon doing notsomuch for the past two weeks. Imagine my delight when Trish informed me that Portland was the one place in America where I can get a cheeseburger in a doughnut bun! OK, well I am not sure if that last statement is even true but who cares, bring on the fat.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Start Spreading the News...
Thursday, May 14, 2009
The Outsiders
So imagine my delight when I got the chance to babysit a friend’s visiting Texan at the Maxim Hot 100 party last night (I am pretty sure I was number 101). To see the spark in that young boys eye when he shook Spencer Pratt’s hand was priceless.
Photos below of the visiting Texan with Speidi and Kelly Osborne.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Operation Aloha @ The Troubadour
The Parson Read Heads (http://www.myspace.com/redheads) opened the show. I watched them and the Laker game from the bar. I’ve seen them before and they were as always very enjoyable. Easy, jammy, folky rock songs from an ever-changing group of musicians that clearly worship the Beach Boys
Between sets, a delightful three-piece played from the balcony. I need to educate myself on music genres, but I would call them klezmer.
Operation Aloha assembled on the stage and opened with a number in Hawaiian that I imagine was some type of welcome then went immediately into “Failure” which is apparently about premature ejaculation. Fun fact. The The show moved along slowly as no one seemed to play the same instrument two songs in a row. At one point a machete was used as a rhythm instrument, not that I could really hear it. Because I was very sleepy, I had to leave six songs into the show (“Elephant Pharmacy” in case you were keeping track).
I left feeling like a big hippie. I am happy I went, I will buy the album and possibly a ukulele. Also, my ikat maxi dress was a big hit.
I am going to learn how to post links and put captions on photos tomorrow.