Friday, December 29, 2006

We ARE The Ones That You Want!

Here are the winners of NBC's "Be A Supporting Character in the New Broadway Production of Grease!" reality show - Frenchy and Doody.

Toes and I were probably the hottest Frenchy and Doody to ever play Frenchy and Doody. Not only did we have amazing costumes (and in my case, some out of control wigs), but we had a vicious backstory and an incredible hand jive routine. Seriously, how come we only got third place? We really should have been at least second - we were a force to be reckoned with.

Ah, the good ol' days of community theatre.

Frenchy and Doody - A

Thursday, December 28, 2006

You Are So Not The One That I Want

Have you heard about this? NBC is doing a reality show to find the next Danny Zuko and Sandy Dombrowski (yes, that's her last name in the play, I promise) for the revival of Grease kicking off on Broadway sometime next year. Gross! First of all, does Grease really need a Broadway revival? Isn't is doing just fine for itself in community theatres and high schools across the country? Second, a reality show, where the viewing public can just call in and vote for their favorite? No way. To me, that spells flop. Unless the viewing public can see acting, singing and dancing on TV, there's just no way they're going to pick the right person for the role. Third, and I say this with nothing but love in my heart for Grease, it's not a phenomenal show. It's super cheesy... and do we really need any more cheese on TV? No and no. Poor NBC. Their ratings must really be hurting if they're willing to try this.

You're The One That I Want! - D- (points awarded because any singing & dancing on TV is at least a little good)

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

A Scanner Darkly

All hail interpolated rotoscope animation! This movie is crazy. So, it was filmed for real, with real actors and sets and stuff, but then it was animated. It's really bizarre. I don't normally notice the way light and shadow play on people's faces, but in this style of animation, you can't help but notice. It kind of makes me want to throw up, but it's pretty sweet, nonetheless. The weird thing was, Winona Ryder never really looked like Winona Ryder. All the other actors looked just like they do in real life, but Nonesie looked a little off.
The movie itself was weird, and hard to follow for someone not well-versed in Philip K. Dick novels. I got it, I think, but Nate did have to explain it to me to be sure, and there were many times where I said, What was that? The plot and the animation obscured the acting, although Robert Downey Jr. was quite good.

I wouldn't recommend A Scanner Darkly to anyone but hard-core sci-fi or animation fans. If you're one of those, you should definitely see it; if you're not... eh?

A Scanner Darkly - C+

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Merry Christmas, Mother F***ers!

Bruce Willis wants you all to have a very merry Christmas. He is, after all, the star of the best Christmas ever - Die Hard. Oh, you forgot it was a Christmas movie? Watch it again - start a new holiday tradition!

What's your favorite Christmas movie?

Christmas movies - A-

Friday, December 22, 2006


Last night my new best friends and I went out for cocktails at our little neighborhood pub... OK, it's a chain restaurant. OK, it's Buffalo Wild Wings. I don't usually go to B-Dubs (even though I apparently go there enough to give it a nickname), but there was something very appealing about the sports-bar atmosphere last night. I had a big beer and some chili con queso, and it was all fine, but not delectable. But I wasn't expecting delectable, I was expecting fine! So I wasn't disappointed. My new best friends had some chicken fingers and boneless wings. For some reason, I am opposed to wings and fingers. They always sound good, but they never taste as good as they should.

Speaking of my new best friends, we were talking last night about code names. I've had a couple code names in my day: Sarah Adams, Andrea Simpson, and of course, naivehelga. What do you think the code name standard should be - close to your real name, or nothing like your real name? I'd like to give these new friends code names, but I can't really move forward on that without some outside opinions. Why don't you leave a comment with your code name, and how you arrived at it?

B-Dubs - B-
code names - incomplete

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Casino Royale

UPDATE: I forgot to mention how ridiculously hot Daniel Craig is in this movie. I want to lick his biceps.

Even though Casino Royale was not at the top of my list of movies to see before the year's over, it was definitely on the list, so Nate and I went to see it last night. Incidentally, it was a 6:10 screening... isn't that a little early for a nighttime screening?
Anyway, Casino Royale was really good. One of my judging criteria for goodness of a movie is how far into it I look at my watch. I'm one of those people who likes to know what time it is, but if a movie captivates me, I don't look at my watch very often - and if I look at my watch within the first 45 minutes to an hour of a movie, that means it's not that good. The movie started at 6:10. I didn't look at my watch until 8:20. Over two hours of no watch-checking! When I did finally check the time, I thought, That can't be right - over two hours already? That's how entertaining and fast-paced Casino Royale is. It starts with some free-running, otherwise known as parcour, where the crazy French guy runs and jumps off of objects, and never stop running. It was pretty awesome. And there's a little car-chase action, and some sweet poker, and some beautiful clothes... basically, it was lots of fun, mostly frivolous, and I'd venture to say worth the admission price. But I'm not giving it an A. Like I said, lots of fun and highly entertaining, and nothing wrong with it, but not everything can get an A.

Casino Royals - B+

Wednesday, December 20, 2006


I like Timbaland. He drops some mad beats.

I have no idea what I just said.

But I do like Timbaland. I don't know a whole lot about his work as a producer, but Wikipedia says that he revolutionized hip-hop. That's cool. I know him as the guest artist in three fun videos that I really like: Promiscuous, My Love, and my personal Timbaland favorite, Wait A Minute (or whatever it's called) by Pussycat Dolls. He's super funny. He tells the lead Doll to shut up... why can't more people do that?

I think Timbaland and I could be pals. We'd go to funny movies together.

Timbaland - B+

Tuesday, December 19, 2006


I hate California.

OK, that's not true. I had some good times in CA when I was little girl on vacation, and I know some lovely people who live in California. What I hate is the time difference. I know it's a very Eastern time zone mentality, but seriously, when I am in the office, you should be in the office, too. I hate getting in at 9 AM and getting messages that came in at 8 PM the night before, because I sort of feel bad that I wasn't here to take the call, but I also get really annoyed - you couldn't have called me earlier? But what's worse is when I want to return the call first thing in the morning but have to wait for three hours until those people get in to the office and can get back to me.

My annoyance is dumb, but it's out there.

California time - D+

Monday, December 18, 2006

Wedding Pictures

1. Me and NinjaNate, looking acceptably cute.

2. The bride and groom.

3. Me, obviously talking about something dirty.

Wedding #46, and a Deep Question

This is not the cake from wedding #46. This is a fantasy fairy tale cake. But since it was a Christmasy wedding, I thought it was OK to use this picture.
The wedding was fine - simple, solid, nothing ridiculous to speak of except for the behavior and dress of some wedding guests (one of whom may have been a hooker). The food was good, the DJ wasn't, I came home with two cute little candy dishes as favors and picked up a few ideas for my own wedding.

Which leads me to my next question: do I talk about money too much? I've been taught that money is a taboo topic, that you're not supposed to ask how much things cost, or volunteer that information, either. But recently - oh, who am I kidding... not recently, more like forever - I've been talking about money to people outside my network of family and close friends. I say "I can't afford that, it costs X dollars" to casual acquaintances, I say "I know how much my boss makes, I could make a living in the non-profit sector" to people I hardly know, and I actually asked my buddy the other day "How much did your wedding cost?"

Is this rude? Itr's not like I'm asking people how much credit card debt they have. When I asked my buddy (incidentally, someone I've known over half my life) about her wedding, I told her that it's because I was at her wedding and could relate to the expense, so I hope it wasn't too bold of a queston. But my New Year's resolution is going to be to quit talking about money so much. I hope I can do it.

wedding #46 - B+
money talk - C-

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Just Back...

from wedding #46. Will catch you up later.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Somerset Collection

UPDATE: I did NOT go to Somerset today. My stupid school friends told me that it was too far to drive and come back in time for my 3:30 class. I think they were wrong, but nonetheless, I went to Target in town. Some other time, Somerset. Some other time.

I have to buy a wedding present for wedding #46, and lucky me, they are registered at Crate and Barrel and I have to go to the Somerset Collection to buy their present! Yay for Somerset! I haven't been there in so long. This is the classiest mall in the world, and I am ready to do some serious browsing. I can't afford to buy, which is a little sad, but who cares? This is way better than my neighborhood mall!

Somerset Collection - B+

Monday, December 11, 2006

The Electric Eye, and Why I Hate It

Here's something else I don't love: automatic flushing toilets. I suppose, on some level, that they're really wonderful - you don't have to worry about the germs associated with touching the flushing mechanism. But really, these things are not awesome. First of all, sometimes they flush on their own mid-use, which is unpleasant. And sometimes, they don't flush at all, which is worse than when they flush too soon. And I also don't like that these toities can sense when I get off the pot. That just creeps me out.
Even though my friend Charlie doesn't like cartoons, I included this one because it sums up my feelings about automatic flushing toilets. Also, this cartoon was actually on a website that sells the automatic flushing components. Really, does this make anyone want to buy an automatic flusher?

automatic flushing toilets - D

Sunday, December 10, 2006

O Tannenbaum

I haven't had a Christmas tree of my own in five years, so I was pretty adamant that I would have a tree this year. Last week, on a particularly bad day, I said to myself, "Self, it's time to get the tree." Michael's had just what I was looking for: 4' tall and cheap (no, not how I also like my men). I'm very pleased with how cute it looks.

Here are pictures of some of my favorite ornaments - the pink poodle, the Frog Prince, Frankenstein, a baby giraffe, and a lemon wedge. Wheee!

my little Christmas tree - A+

Friday, December 08, 2006

Bath and Body Works

During this most wonderful time of the year, when people are generous and thoughtful and generally try to buy good gifts for their friends and loved ones, it behooves me to tell you that I am not into lotion. I have very sensitive skin, and can't use products with any dye or perfume. I really can't use them on my legs, back, and torso, or I'll break out in a rash, so fancy soaps, scrubs, and lotions are pretty much out for me. However, in this most wonderful time of the year, the air is dry, and sometimes I have to use the fancy lotions on my hands (somehow, thankfully, my hands and arms are immune to the rash reaction).

Just a little bit ago, I needed some hand lotion, so I used a little Bath and Body Works Gardenia Lily body cream we have in our office (not sure why, but it's there). Here's my response: ew. EW. The consistency is nice and thick - I hate a puny lotion - but the smell is not delicious. It certainly doesn't smell like gardenias OR lilies.

I think I need to invest in some good lotion for my office - and then hide it.

B&B Gardenia Lily body cream - C- (points awarded for thickness, points off for smell)

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

ANTM Season Finale!

Tonight's the season finale of America's Next Top Model - who's going to win? I hope it's Eugena. I am so not into Melrose, and CariDee is high-maintenance. But maybe that's a good thing.

Unfortunately, I'm supposed to be leaving for a conference in about five minutes, so I'm taping ANTM, and will find out what happened when I get home tomorrow.

America's Next Top Model - B+

What the...?

I didn't know I changed my template! How did that happen? Yes, I was tired of the brown, and wanted to change, but I don't really know how I managed to do this. I was trying to use a blog template for a webpage project for one of my English classes, and I guess I inadvertently copied this look into my template.

I'll get those link right back up - Bethro, you need to send me yours, 'cause it's some crazy Xanga thing.

new template - B?

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Ow! Damn! Shit!

Yesterday Nate made a delicious rotini/sausage/sauce concoction, and all it was missing was a little grated cheese on the top. Lucky for us, we have a nice block of Parmesan ready to add to the top of our piping hot pasta.

But as I was grating the cheese...

I grated my thumb.

And it hurts so bad. It's kind of like I gave myself a skin graft, only I just took skin off and didn't put any on. Damn you, Microplane grater! Damn you!

cheese, with a little skin mixed in - F

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Jesus Wants You To Do Your Homework

Why do businesses close early on Sundays? It's dumb. I'm OK with the opening-late part of Sunday. Give people some time to worship, that's cool. Or, if you're going to close early, close really early, like 5 PM, like the mall. But who decided it was acceptable to close down an hour early on Sunday? We do that where I work, and it confuses people. Earlier this evening, I needed to get ink for my printer and some paper, so I went to Best Buy. It was 8:05. They were closed. Closed at 8 PM! Every other day of the week, Best Buy is open until 9 or 10. I was annoyed. I was still able to run in, buy my ink and paper, and dash out, probably because I told my "I need ink" sob story to the lady at the front door. Thanks, Best Buy lady.

Why do places do this? I really don't understand. It can't really have anything to do with church - church is long over by 8 PM. It seems like a good idea, to give people some time at home with their families, or catch up on homework, but when you need to buy something that will make you able to do your homework, closing early is no good.

closing early on Sunday - C-

Last Sunday

Remember when I said I was super busy? Yeah. Still super busy. It shouldn't have taken me this long to wrote about five days. Thanks for hanging in there.
So, last Sunday, I was at the airport by 4:30 AM. Not my favorite time of day. I sat at the airport waiting to buy breakfast, and when I finally got my breakfast sandwich, it was nasty. Then, on the last leg of my journey, I had to sit right next to the engine. Holy shit, it was so loud, I almost cried. There should be mandatory free earplugs on all seats in that close a proximity to the engine. I was pretty miserable - tired, headachy, sick to my stomach from the tiredness and the noise. By the way, I pretty much hate flying.

everything that happened before 2 PM - D-

I got home, took a delightful nap, and when I woke up, showed Nate all the pictures from Dad and Barbara's wedding. Then he said, Wanna see all the goodies I brought back for you? In the first grocery bag were clothes from various resale shops, courtesy of Nate's mom. In the second box was...
this. This fabulous Coach purse. Wrapped up all pretty in a big brown box and hot pink bow.
Now, I don't know if you know this, but earlier this year, when I told Nate that when we decided to get engaged we would use my grandmother's ring and he had no need to buy me a ring, I told him he should get me an engagement Coach purse. Because I am a purse whore. I desperately wanted a fancy-dancy Coach purse. But when I saw this bag, my first thought was, Nate's so sweet, he knows how much I want a Coach purse and he just bought one for me because he's cool like that. But then it hit me. I asked him "Does this mean we're engaged?"

He said, "Yeah!"

And so, that's the story of how Nate and Amanda got engaged. No candlelight, no roses, just the N&A way of doing things. Good times.

everything that happened after 2 PM - A+

ps. here's a kind of crappy picture of the engagement ring with the engagement purse as a backdrop... I'm so chic

Thursday, November 30, 2006


Otherwise known as wedding # 45!

Saturday was Dad and Barbara's wedding, and it was lovely. For all the weddings I've attended, I've never been to an at-home wedding, and lucky me, I got to sit down in the front row. Those other poor saps had to stand - HA! The ceremony was nice and short, probably because of said poor saps. The bride wore black, which is hot.

After the ceremony, there was tiny feasting and revelry. With an at-home ceremony and reception, there's no way to do a big sit down dinner with hours of dancing afterward, so the revelry was more along the lines of hearty hors d'ouevres and chatting. I liked it, though. As much as I love the big hoo-ha, something a little more intimate is refreshing. Plus, I knew just about everyone there: cousins, Dad's work people, former neighbors, so there was only a little awkward staring and asking "Who's that?"

Oh, and the cake was sublime. For real. It was definitely the best wedding cake I have EVER had. And remember, I've been to 45 weddings. The cake itself was a delicious moist white cake with a nice little raspberry ribbon holding the two layers together, but what made this cake so incredible was the frosting. It was perfect. You know how most wedding cakes have that gross chewy fondant frosting that looks really beautiful but tastes like ass? Not this cake! No sirree! This frosting was impeccable, the right amount of creamy vs. the right amount of sugary. I could have eaten this cake all day.

The bride and groom, looking all sassy and casual a few hours afer the wedding.

My sister-in-law, the sinner.

My brother, the saint.

Dad and Barbara - A

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

The Day After.

We started the day after Thanksgving with leftovers at Tom and Kathy's. Here are the wonder twins in their black sweaters getting ready for warmed-up everything.
Thanksgiving day leftovers - A - truly. I like the leftovers better than the day-of food. Not for mashed potatoes, but for everything else. The day after Thanksgiving is quite possibly the only day of the year when I am completely happy eating leftovers.

After that, the "kids" had some alone time, and we experienced customer service at its finest at a Walgreens in Edmond. I think the ladies in the toiletries section were super bored, because Natalie and I got asked if we needed any help no less than twelve times. She was buying face soap. I was buying shaving cream. We were in and out in less than five minutes. Those poor, poor toiletries ladies.
Walgreens - B-

After THAT, we made a quick run to the pants store. That's what I call Ann Taylor Loft. When you're built like me, all boobs and ass, you learn fairly quickly which stores will have things that fit you and which stores won't. Ann Taylor Loft is one of those stores with things that fit me - specifically, pants. Big butt + short legs = pants from Ann Taylor Loft. Thank you, Lord, for Ann Taylor Loft.

new pants - A+

And after THAT, we had the quickest cocktail ever at Coach's. We were thirsty. I had a Bloody Mary. I don't usually drink Bloody Marys, but I felt like having a drink with a little meat to it, not my typical frou-frou cranberry-and-anything concoction (I'm very into cranberry juice). My Bloody Mary was pretty good, by my standards, but there was a lot of peppery chunkiness to it. I don't really like having to pick big specks off my tongue when I'm having a drink. Just so you know.
Coach's - B-

And then, after that, Dad, Barbara, Pat, Nat, Barbara's college roommate Annie and I all went out to dinner at this Mexican place called Ted's. I didn't think Ted was really a Hispanic name, but whatever. Dad said Ted's served some of the best Mexican food in Edmond. It's possible that's true, but after an hour and a half wait, I gorged myself on chips, salsa, and delectable cheese dip until I had practically no room for the real food. What I had was tasty, but certainly not the best Mexican food I've ever had. Maybe I'll give it another shot, when the wait time is lower and I don't fill up on the free goodies.
Ted's did ply us with alcohol - here's Annie with her enormous beer.

Ted's - B

Happy Thanksgiving!

Man, am I busy. I'm trying to work my way through last week, but it's slow going.
So, on Thursday, Dad and Barbara and I picked up Pat & Nat from the airport, came home for a quick rest, then went to my cousins' for a big ol' Thanksgiving dinner. It was good family fun - Tom, Cathy, Chauncey, Jennifer, Pat, Nat, Dad, Barbara and me. Wheee! The turkey was delicious, but the dressing was not my favorite. I like a dressing (known as "stuffing" to Yankees) with more of a cornbread base, dressing with some substance, and this one was too crumbly for my liking. My favorite part of the meal was the broccoli/cheesy rice casserole. Totally scrumptious.

Here's a picture of my dad carving up the turkey carcass after dinner. Yum.

family Thanksgiving - B+

Monday, November 27, 2006

Last Wednesday

So much happened over last five days, I'm going to break it down for you day by day. Brace yourselves.
Last Wednesday, I flew to OKC for a whole slew of festivities. My first stop was at Kris and Peter's new house. You might remember K & P (and the Donkbra) from my New Year's post. Well, they have a new fabulous house, and since I won't be at their house this New Year's, I had to go over and check it out and have a cocktail. The house was awesome. So was the beer. And so especially was the Donkbra. He had a new sign and everything.
I love Kris and Peter. I hope they come visit me soon.
Kris and Peter - A

After that, I went to my dad's NEW HOUSE! It was... big. Really big. And awesome, don't get me wrong, but really, really big. I could easily fit six or seven of my apartment into his house. This is picture of the entryway - high ceiling, beautiful tiles, gorgeous artwork, pretty banister. How do you spell bannister?
But that's just the entryway. There's also the library, formal living and dining rooms, master bedroom with humongous bathroom and closet, kitchen with eating area, family room, pantry, powder room, laundry room, and a super sexy guest bedroom. And... that's the downstairs. Upstairs is a computer room with bathroom, guest room (my room) with bathroom, and a kick-ass media room with huge screen and amazing sound capabilites. Well, they'll be amazing after Dad fixes the broken speakers.
Dad's new house - B+ (sort of big for just two people, and I did get lost my first night there, but it's totally gorgeous)

After the tour, Dad and Barbara and I went to FlaTire Burgers in Edmond for dinner. I have a problem with the name of this restaurant. FlaTire? Do you mean Flat Tire? Yeah, that's what I thought. My cheeseburger and onion rings were completely delicious, but later that night, I had some real bad dreams, and my tummy hurt all night. I'd wake up from the bad dream and clutch my stomach and moan and writhe around a little bit, then fall back asleep. Contrary to popular belief, I don't eat like that all the time, and I think my little stummy was not happy with me.
FlaTire Burgers - C

There's Wednesday. Stay tuned for Thursday, Friday, Saturday AND Sunday!

Friday, November 24, 2006

Break A Leg

I know that blogging about dreams is lame, but I have to share this one with you. The other night, I dreamt that I was the understudy for Idina Menzel in Wicked - but I was way underrehearsed and only had green makeup on my face and not on my arms. Thankfully, Idina was there to talk me through it. Why she couldn't go on, I don't know, but I was terrified and I was waiting for the three songs from Wicked that I know really well.

I woke up very disconcerted and unhappy.

the actor's version of that dream where you're really not ready for a test - C- (points for singing on Broadway!)

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Sweet Nectar of the Gods

McDonald's breakfast is so good. I could eat it all day - except in real life I could only eat it until 11 AM. Which sucks. Also, I could probably only eat it all day for about three days. Then I would crave broccoli.

My favorite McDonald's breakfast is the bacon, egg and cheese biscuit meal, with a pipin' hot hashbrown and a small Sprite. I get the Sprite because doctoring up the coffee to my liking would take too long, especially in a drive-thru setting.

I might have McDonald's breakfast tomorrow. And I just had it on Sunday. Mmmm mmmm mmmm!

McDonald's breakfast - B+

Monday, November 20, 2006

Yous a Ho

Because Scott responded to my homework post, he requested that I write about his Pimps and Hos party before the fact - so I could tell you what I really thought of the idea. But I never got around to it. Sot let me start by saying that I was really, really excited about it. I had never been to a pimps and hos party before, and I bought a new (slutty) dress and pantyhose and nail polish and everything. The pre-grade is definitely an A.

While the actual night of the party didn't quite live up to my expectations, it's no one's fault but mine. As you can see from this photo, Scott looked amazing. If by amazing you mean "freakish and scary and a little disturbing", then he certainly was amazing. This picture does not do his outfit justice. Matching lingerie, fishnet hose, and knee-high platform pleather boots? Check, check and check. He really did look great. Big props to Scott having the cojones to wear that outfit out in public. No, the downfall of the night was all my own. I went as a "high-class callgirl." Before we left the house, I looked stunning. Within five minutes, my hair was totally flat, and there were lots of other girls who obviously had put much more time and effort into their looks. Also, I've discovered that, no matter how hard I try, I do not look at all cute when I pucker my lips and give the camera a kiss. Basically, I was a dud. Well, you live and learn. Whatever next year's theme, I'm gonna go all out.
And yes, as Scott alluded to in the comment he left on my last post, I did get drunk, and I did throw up in Scott's sister's side yard. These things happen. I'd much rather throw up the night of than be all hungover the morning after.

the Pimps and Hos party - A- (mostly my fault, but also, there should have been more pimps there - it was pretty much just a ho party, with one or two pimps thrown in for effect)

Sunday, November 19, 2006

In Case You Were Wondering...

I haven't been writing because I was hoping more people would leave comments on my last post, about helping me with my homework. Seeing as that assignment is due tomorrow (and yes, I'm still working on it), I don't expect anyone else to respond. Boo. I'll be back to my regular schedule of posting every day or two tomorrow.

Hugs and kisses!

Monday, November 13, 2006

Help Me With My Homework


For my Writing, Style, and Technology class, I have to analyze the writings of a community of writers - why they write the way they do, do the writings follow standard convention, and the politics of writing. Of course, I'm looking at bloggers.

More specifically, gay bloggers.

Why gay bloggers, you ask? Because I know them, and I read them, and I think they have something to say. So, to ALL of you bloggers and blog readers out there, here are my interview questions. Please answer them. I need an A in this class.

to the bloggers:
what makes a gay blog?
why did you start your blog?
what are you trying to say?
what are some of your favorite blogs (of any kind)?

to the readers:
what makes a gay blog?
why do you read this blog?
what about this blog appeals to you?
how do you know that this blogger is gay?

Now, I'm not trying to out anybody, and I'm not trying to enforce any stereotypes, so you just read/write the blogs you normally do, and if you want to leave an anonymous comment, you go right ahead. If you're a gay blogger who wants people to read his/her blog, add a link in your comment.

Thanks, friends. I promise I won't draw you into my world of academia again. And here's a little bribe - if you respond to these questions in any fashion, I will take a request and blog about a subject of your choice. Think of the possibilities!

homework - C
you helping me with my homework - A+

Friday, November 10, 2006

As most of you know, Nate and I met on It was kind of scary, putting myself out there like that, but it paid off in the long run.

It's been about two and half years since I logged in to, but last night, I was telling one of my work pals about it and had to show her what Match is all about. See , she needs a boyfriend, and she was asking me all about Nate, and when I told her we met through, she couldn't believe it. She's never been to Match, so I tried to tell her about it, but she just wasn't getting it. So - I logged in. Actually, I created a whole new log-in name and email so that she could see what Match was all about.

Two things came to mind. One: I am so glad I don't have to look for a man in the Detroit area. Sure, there were some sketchy guys in the Grand Traverse region, but not nearly as many as down here. Two: is FUN! It's really fun and kind of addictive to see all those profiles that guys put out there in the hope of finding a lady. I like to read the stuff the guys actually wrote, not the checkboxes that they filled in. My pal and I thought we had found the perfect guy for her - tall, Catholic, orthopedic surgery resident - but under his turnoffs, he had listed "tattoos" - and my pal is all about her super sexy tattoos. (Perhaps someday I will write about good vs. bad tattoos.) So we had to ax him. At this point, no contact has been made between my buddy and any of the fine gentlemen of, but I'll keep you posted. - B+ (A for Nate, C for creeps and geeks)

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Breaking Celebrity News!

Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward are STILL TOGETHER! The press is stunned! No one saw this coming! 48 years of Oscar nominations and salad dressing, and they're still kicking it - tell everyone you know!

celebrities staying together - A+

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Ride That Pony, Harry!

(Special thanks to Timmy D, who informed me of this wonderment.)

(AP) The world knows him as boy wizard Harry Potter. Now, Daniel Radcliffe wants the world to see him differently.
Next summer, the 17-year-old will take to a London stage in the Tony Award-winning drama "Equus" and will perform nude during one scene, Newsweek magazine reported in editions hitting newsstands Monday. "Part of me wants to shake up people's perception of me, just shove me in a blender," he told the magazine in an exclusive interview on the set of the fifth Harry Potter film, "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix." "It's a really challenging play, and if I can pull it off — we don't know if I can yet — I hope people will stop and think, 'Maybe he can do something other than Harry,' " he said.
In "Equus," Radcliffe will play a "troubled young man with a religious-erotic obsession with horses," the magazine reported.

"Hello, Emma? Hey, it's me, Daniel... Daniel Radcliffe? From the five movies we've made togeth... yes, that Daniel! Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I'm appearing in a play that I'm totally not qualified to be in, and wondered if you could give me some advice... well, it's Equus... I don't know, something about horses... right, right... mm-hmmm... mm-hmmm... right. Just get naked. I can do that! Thanks, Em!... Right, right, Miss Watson, sorry, I forgot. Well, bye."

Daniel Radcliffe in Equus - D