So I'm on the Countdown to Halloween, so I promise that I'll.. countdown.
Also, I've acquired my costume! Thanks to Target for once again giving me the inspiration. Or, more like, giving Emily the inspiration for me to steal.
So to all you newcomers, HI! What would YOU like to see me talk about this Halloween?
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Halloween Post 1: Who Let the Mummies Out?
So, now it's October. I know this because, well.. my calendar told me.
And because the leaves are falling everywhere, that smell is in the air.. And I'm searching for a good costume to wear to work.
Also, because my pharmacy is now decked out with Halloween awesomeness. I'm already addicted to Bat Dots, and now, I've got things to decorate my car with.
Including, Caeser.
Now, let me tell you a little story.
It's a busy day at work (I'm a technician at a pharmacy chain that consists of 3 letters.). I'm kind of blah, and this girl comes up with something in her hands that she's named Gunther.
Gunther is the kitty cat you see up there. Now, I'd seen him sitting on the shelf at work with the other Halloween knick knacks. What I didn't know, and didn't realize, was that Gunther SINGS.
Yes, he sings. Of course he does. Halloween isn't Halloween without something singing at you.. You know, werewolves of london or thriller or something..
Now she tells me, Gunther sings, and he very much made her day with his singing. Why don't I try him out? He'll make my day.
Now I'm about to say no, but the look on her face tells me that I should indulge. So I press the little purple button on Gunther's leg. Immediately, Gunther springs to life.
Yes, he springs. He flails, and in a shrill voice he opens with:
WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!? WHO!? WHO?! WHO!?
WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!? WHO!? WHO?! WHO!?
I immediately, out of shock, shut him off, and proceed to laugh. Gunther had made my night in being so ridiculous as to start singing something totally random as Who Let the Dogs Out.
The Baha Men must be so proud that their anthem is being belted by a black cat with bandages all over him.
Now, as soon as he belts this tune and I shut him off, I'd decided. I must have a Gunther of my own. And, to my shock, he's 25 percent off!
So I bought a Gunther, who I've dubbed Caeser, and brought him home to show my family.
Something I hadn't noticed previously that I was happy to find when I got home.. Not only does my Caeser sing and flail? His eyes glow red as he does it!
Talk about Halloween spirit!!
Caeser is going to sit in my rear window, taunting passersby with an unsung song as they see him. He will sit amongst some black and orange garland, and be my mascot for Halloween.
Then maybe I'll put a Santa hat on him....
Monday, July 13, 2009
Have You Seen My Childhood?
It's been a while since I last posted. I know. I fail. But also, the day I think of what to post next, something happens.
I will tell you a story.
I had a parakeet named Patrick. He died when I was about 9 years old. Around that time, 3rd grade, I was getting all those tests that every 3rd grader got, and finally graduating from speech therapy (I still don't see why I went. There was nothing wrong with my s's and z's..). One day, my parents and I have to go for a meeting.
Uh oh.
The meeting topic? I need to be in a gifted child program. I'm reading at a high school level. Almost college! So, what do my parents do? Reward me of course! I got to go to the pet store and get a new birdy. After all, it was just my dog in the house and she was oh-so-lonely, right? We'd had a cat but she refused to be litter trained, since she was raised a barn cat.. She had to go back..
So I got a bird. A pretty male parakeet. They were the most colorful, and they were supposedly able to maybe talk! I'd started listening to a new singer (new singer to me that is) and knew EXACTLY what to name our new edition.
Michael Jackson Bird. Yes. Not Mike, or just Michael. Michael Jackson Bird. I was 9, and in love with Michael Jackson.
I wanted to marry Michael Jackson. My best friend, she wanted to marry Michael too. She was also 9, and that's how we became friends. Our love of the gloved one.
I cried when he was put on trial for child molestation a couple of years later. Cried. Hard. I didn't believe it. (I still don't.) My idol couldn't do that.
Let's fastforward about 10 years later. 2003. I'm 20 years old. Just on the cusp of adulthood. Teen years are behind me. That October, my dog dies. My dog, the only dog I'd ever had. We got her when I was 5. She was my childhood, my adolescence. She died in her sleep while I was at a play, and we came home to find her flanked by two cats, who were protecting her.
I cried for 3 days.
A month later, maybe not even.. 3 weeks maybe.. I get a phone call. My first absolute obsessive teen crush, whom I fell in love with when I was 10 years old, and still held a candle for.. had killed himself. Imagine 3 girls, three 20-somethings on the phone together, sobbing because we find out a week later that an actor we all loved so dearly didn't realize how loved he truly was..
I'd thought I'd all but lost my childhood that year.
Fast forward 6 years. My poor little Michael Jackson Bird had died the previous summer (he broke a wing and was just in so much pain.. He'd seemingly lived forever! He used to dance when we played music for him.. He loved Jackson 5 best), and I'm at work, a slow day for once.
"Michael Jackson's been rushed to the hospital." Is the first sentence out of my coworker's mouth when she comes in. Not even half an hour later, I hear calls of "Michael Jackson died." echoing through the pharmacy as a group of coworkers stop in to relay the news.
I think that moment was the true end to my childhood. The moment where I found that the entertainer I thought would never fade away, was ripped away.
Now I'm not saying I still loved him the way I did when I was 9, but I thought him a fabulous entertainer. He was a part of my life, the life of an 80s child. An 80s geek.
Lady: 1988-2003
Jonathan Brandis: 1976-2003
Michael Jackson Bird: 1993-2008
Michael Jackson: 1958-2009
My childhood lays in ruins, a small list of birth and death dates that I wasn't prepared for. I try hard not to shut down the way I did in 2003, brought back only by a 3 hour crying jag that I thought would never stop.
I don't mean for this to be a sad blog post, but I need to say something, don't I? I need to be the pop culture junkie that I tote myself as. I need to admit that my heart broke when little Paris told everyone how much she loved her daddy, and how when I came home, I hugged my father as hard as I could.
I promise my next blogpost will be happier. And may contain pictures of myself dressed up for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Because that is what I need to cheer myself up.
I will tell you a story.
I had a parakeet named Patrick. He died when I was about 9 years old. Around that time, 3rd grade, I was getting all those tests that every 3rd grader got, and finally graduating from speech therapy (I still don't see why I went. There was nothing wrong with my s's and z's..). One day, my parents and I have to go for a meeting.
Uh oh.
The meeting topic? I need to be in a gifted child program. I'm reading at a high school level. Almost college! So, what do my parents do? Reward me of course! I got to go to the pet store and get a new birdy. After all, it was just my dog in the house and she was oh-so-lonely, right? We'd had a cat but she refused to be litter trained, since she was raised a barn cat.. She had to go back..
So I got a bird. A pretty male parakeet. They were the most colorful, and they were supposedly able to maybe talk! I'd started listening to a new singer (new singer to me that is) and knew EXACTLY what to name our new edition.
Michael Jackson Bird. Yes. Not Mike, or just Michael. Michael Jackson Bird. I was 9, and in love with Michael Jackson.
I wanted to marry Michael Jackson. My best friend, she wanted to marry Michael too. She was also 9, and that's how we became friends. Our love of the gloved one.
I cried when he was put on trial for child molestation a couple of years later. Cried. Hard. I didn't believe it. (I still don't.) My idol couldn't do that.
Let's fastforward about 10 years later. 2003. I'm 20 years old. Just on the cusp of adulthood. Teen years are behind me. That October, my dog dies. My dog, the only dog I'd ever had. We got her when I was 5. She was my childhood, my adolescence. She died in her sleep while I was at a play, and we came home to find her flanked by two cats, who were protecting her.
I cried for 3 days.
A month later, maybe not even.. 3 weeks maybe.. I get a phone call. My first absolute obsessive teen crush, whom I fell in love with when I was 10 years old, and still held a candle for.. had killed himself. Imagine 3 girls, three 20-somethings on the phone together, sobbing because we find out a week later that an actor we all loved so dearly didn't realize how loved he truly was..
I'd thought I'd all but lost my childhood that year.
Fast forward 6 years. My poor little Michael Jackson Bird had died the previous summer (he broke a wing and was just in so much pain.. He'd seemingly lived forever! He used to dance when we played music for him.. He loved Jackson 5 best), and I'm at work, a slow day for once.
"Michael Jackson's been rushed to the hospital." Is the first sentence out of my coworker's mouth when she comes in. Not even half an hour later, I hear calls of "Michael Jackson died." echoing through the pharmacy as a group of coworkers stop in to relay the news.
I think that moment was the true end to my childhood. The moment where I found that the entertainer I thought would never fade away, was ripped away.
Now I'm not saying I still loved him the way I did when I was 9, but I thought him a fabulous entertainer. He was a part of my life, the life of an 80s child. An 80s geek.
Lady: 1988-2003
Jonathan Brandis: 1976-2003
Michael Jackson Bird: 1993-2008
Michael Jackson: 1958-2009
My childhood lays in ruins, a small list of birth and death dates that I wasn't prepared for. I try hard not to shut down the way I did in 2003, brought back only by a 3 hour crying jag that I thought would never stop.
I don't mean for this to be a sad blog post, but I need to say something, don't I? I need to be the pop culture junkie that I tote myself as. I need to admit that my heart broke when little Paris told everyone how much she loved her daddy, and how when I came home, I hugged my father as hard as I could.
I promise my next blogpost will be happier. And may contain pictures of myself dressed up for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Because that is what I need to cheer myself up.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
In which I love Jim Henson
This blog post is about a month or so coming, as I thought about it at the middle of April. What can I say? Laziness + My World Exploding = No blog posts. It happens, right?
Right?
So this post started from two places: First, I watched Mirrormask at a friend's house. Wow. That's all I really have to say. It was a mental mindfuck of the good variety, a great Alice in Wonderland-type Labyrinth-like adventure produced by the Jim Henson studio. And it really made me feel like Mr. Henson himself had a hand in it. It made me miss him.
The second is a birthday present I got from another friend. She and I both love the muppets, and she found this at a yard sale:
That's my cat, Molly, playing Vanna White to the present. It's a Kermit the Frog suncatcher! Guessing by the way it looks and just how cute it is, it seems handmade, which is so much cooler than anything I've ever seen.
I feel like I own something no one else has!
Anyway, my love for the Muppets began a million years ago, when I was little. I remember watching The Muppet Babies on tv all the time, and The Muppet Movie, as well.
I was afraid of Animal, though, especially that scene where he gets HUGE and threatens Doc Hopper? OMG huge Animal going to kill people!
I'm going to be honest and say I haven't seen the other original muppet movies, such as Muppets Take Manhattan or Great Muppet Caper. I fell in love with Muppet Christmas Carol (I love Christmas, and A Christmas Carol, though Mickey's will always be my favorite), and Muppet Treasure Island has Tim Curry in it! (You can't go wrong with Tim Curry, honestly.)
Another thing that made me love Jim Henson was Labyrinth. I didn't grow up with Labyrinth. My best friend in the entire world introduced it to me when I was 15. And I loved it.
I mean, David Bowie? Tight pants? What's not to love?
Seriously, it's such a fantastic movie, and I feel terrible for not having seen it sooner. Though this past summer I was able to see it on the big screen thanks to the nearby cinema's college movie nights.
Now THAT was amazing! (I got to see Back to the Future there too.. Gotta love that!)
You'll notice there's one Jim Henson movie I'm leaving out here. That would be The Dark Crystal.
Now I'm going to post a disclaimer: my feelings are not everyone's. If you don't feel the same way, that's fine. Don't condemn me, please?
I hated The Dark Crystal.
I can't ever watch The Dark Crystal.
Why? Well, my boyfriend at the time LOVED this movie, but alas, he didn't have it on DVD. Now I'm a good girlfriend, so I bought it for him! He, in turn, decided to introduce me to it..
Now I don't know how it happened, or what caused it, but for 3/4 of the movie, I was violently ill. I ended up with my head on his leg, bright green, trying my hardest not to throw up.
And I've seen some pretty gross horror movies..
This movie just... wrecked me. I was so sick to my stomach and so nauseated. And I can't tell you why. I don't get this sort of reaction to other movies, except for The Last Unicorn. I get a migraine from that one. (And I've tried to watch it about 4 times)
It makes me sad that I can't enjoy a movie by the great man, but I guess that's just one of my flaws.
So Jim Henson? We miss you. You need to come back as a zombie and bite some Disney reps for making Muppet Wizard of Oz and all.. Oh, and make them bring back Fraggle Rock.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
The End. Of. Stuff.
Not the end of this blog. Don't worry. I keep thinking of things to write, I get distracted, I get lazy, and then I just forget.
I'm here, and will be for a while!
I'm talking about the end of tv shows. ER's series finale aired last Thursday, and the only thing it made me want is another season. They ended it so quietly, just casually shoving Rachel Greene (am I the only one who giggles and thinks of Jennifer Aniston?) into County General, and talking about Mark Greene a little bit. Showing a couple of old cast members and making it feel more like a reunion show than an ending.. I wasn't a fan.
Don't get me wrong. I hate endings. I hate that things have to end. Especially tv shows. I pouted for a week when Buffy ended. I still kind of am, though I wonder where they would have gone had they still been on tv.
What I hate even worse are non-endings. When tv shows just get lopped off at the knees. Pushing Daisies, I'm looking at you. You did nothing wrong, and were made of awesome.
The same can be said to your older siblings Wonderfalls and Dead Like Me. What did they ever do but be quirky?
I don't like to see the characters I love so much go away. I had to deal with my first tragedy of show ending when NBC just decided that seaQuest didn't deserve to be around anymore. It's a harsh lesson to learn at 13 when you find out your teenage lustings are gone.
Okay, I lied, the first series finale I remember seeing was Wonder Years. But that didn't feel like an end to me. I was like.. 7? And all I knew is that Kevin Arnold wasn't on tv anymore, so maybe that meant he'd show up at my house and ask me to marry him. Guess I was wrong.
I don't put much stock into tv shows anymore. After being burned by Pushing Daisies running away on me, I don't want to start loving another show only to have it taken away. Perhaps that's why I haven't watched any of Dollhouse, or caught more than an episode of Castle. Yes, yes, I know ratings are what makes the shows come back, but I'm torn. I've gotten my heart broken.
I'll just wait for DVD.
I'm here, and will be for a while!
I'm talking about the end of tv shows. ER's series finale aired last Thursday, and the only thing it made me want is another season. They ended it so quietly, just casually shoving Rachel Greene (am I the only one who giggles and thinks of Jennifer Aniston?) into County General, and talking about Mark Greene a little bit. Showing a couple of old cast members and making it feel more like a reunion show than an ending.. I wasn't a fan.
Don't get me wrong. I hate endings. I hate that things have to end. Especially tv shows. I pouted for a week when Buffy ended. I still kind of am, though I wonder where they would have gone had they still been on tv.
What I hate even worse are non-endings. When tv shows just get lopped off at the knees. Pushing Daisies, I'm looking at you. You did nothing wrong, and were made of awesome.
The same can be said to your older siblings Wonderfalls and Dead Like Me. What did they ever do but be quirky?
I don't like to see the characters I love so much go away. I had to deal with my first tragedy of show ending when NBC just decided that seaQuest didn't deserve to be around anymore. It's a harsh lesson to learn at 13 when you find out your teenage lustings are gone.
Okay, I lied, the first series finale I remember seeing was Wonder Years. But that didn't feel like an end to me. I was like.. 7? And all I knew is that Kevin Arnold wasn't on tv anymore, so maybe that meant he'd show up at my house and ask me to marry him. Guess I was wrong.
I don't put much stock into tv shows anymore. After being burned by Pushing Daisies running away on me, I don't want to start loving another show only to have it taken away. Perhaps that's why I haven't watched any of Dollhouse, or caught more than an episode of Castle. Yes, yes, I know ratings are what makes the shows come back, but I'm torn. I've gotten my heart broken.
I'll just wait for DVD.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
NEWS! GREAT NEWS!
It seems that they've finally cast a Freddy for the Nightmare remake!
And the winner?
Jackie Earle Haley!!
I'm thrilled. I don't care if he's only an inch taller than me. I know he's going to be awesome.
I have 3 links that confirm it too... AND it starts filming on my birthday!!
http://www.worstpreviews.com/headline.php?id=12851
http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b107779_rorschach_moves_onto_elm_street_new.html?utm_source=eonline&utm_medium=rssfeeds&utm_campaign=imdb_topstories
http://www.aceshowbiz.com/news/view/00023277.html
Enjoy!
And the winner?
Jackie Earle Haley!!
I'm thrilled. I don't care if he's only an inch taller than me. I know he's going to be awesome.
I have 3 links that confirm it too... AND it starts filming on my birthday!!
http://www.worstpreviews.com/headline.php?id=12851
http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b107779_rorschach_moves_onto_elm_street_new.html?utm_source=eonline&utm_medium=rssfeeds&utm_campaign=imdb_topstories
http://www.aceshowbiz.com/news/view/00023277.html
Enjoy!
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