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[Mar. 6th, 2012|09:40 pm] |
I haven't watched Saturday Night Live in a really long time, but I happened to be up and home when it was on this week. And I saw this. Which. Oh god. Just watch it. Funniest shit I've seen in years.
( Real Housewives of Disney )
I can't even. I just. God.
I don't even like Lindsay Lohan, but she's actually pretty entertaining. Color me impressed. |
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[Sep. 25th, 2011|02:57 pm] |
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Okay, so. For years I've taken a lot of crap for being a long-time supporter of the Detroit Lions. When I was a kid, I picked a favorite football team because I liked their mascot best, not knowing that the team was, should we say, not the winningest team in the NFL.
But being a fan means you stick by your team, through thick and thin, wins and losses, unmentionable seasons (*cough* 2008 *cough*). You don't abandon them in favor of other teams that might be performing better. Your team is your team, and that's that.
Well, my Lions are one of only three teams in the NFL who are currently undefeated. 3-0! Suck it, bitches! they came back from being about twenty points in the hole to beat the Vikes in overtime.
I wish you all could have seen the victory dance I did today when they won in overtime this afternoon. In a word? Epic. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2011|09:22 pm] |
Come on, Pumpkin Spice lattes. Pumpkin pie. Pumpkin bagels. Pumpkin EVERYTHING. Now please.
You know, Starbucks has a pretty tasty Pumpkin Spice coffee drink, but the cheap-o kind from the H-Mart is about half the price, and ten times as tasty. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2011|07:05 pm] |
Not-so-secret confessions of Frances Kowalski.
Aside from my newfound re-obsession with Disney movies (my Netflix has started recommending me solely kids movies and animated films. That's how bad it's been lately), I've shifted a bit towards musicals. Don't ask me why. Don't ask me what it is about them that's got me hooked, but I really do just go through phases with my movie watching. These kicks that I get myself into that just get harder and harder to break.
It started pretty late the other night, when I was watching old Buffy the Vampire Slayer repeats on Logo. There's a musical episode, which somehow... during the original run of the series, I missed. Yeah, I heard it was happening, but I was just doing something else on the evening when the musical episode of Buffy aired. So yeah. I had NEVER seen it before two weeks ago. How in the hell does this happen?
The episode was just funny, because it poked fun of what always happens in musicals. People stopping what they're doing and start dancing in the streets, singing about the things that are going on in their lives. Oh, and the people singing about their feelings (you know, the secret ones?) but it's not like everyone else stops listening just because they can't keep their thoughts to themselves. And then it gets them in trouble.
( I wish I could have found an actual clip of this scene )
It's got me watching other musicals, though. I watched Chicago and have been listening to the soundtrack around my apartment while dancing and cleaning. Call me crazy, but singing along to some of those songs while I do other things makes me feel attractive. Hell, I'd be in a musical if someone would let me. Otherwise, I'll just have to walk around town, singing my thoughts and feelings... except that might get me arrested. |
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[Mar. 16th, 2011|08:37 am] |
For Sylvie (and for me):
I've been hearing a lot of buzz from the guys and gals who are my tourism contacts for the upcoming season. I know it's not going to get warm for another month, really, and then the tourist season will start picking up slowly, but it's amazing some of the really cool ideas that people are already tossing around. I know there's a new zip line going up not too far away. As soon as the last of the snow clears out of the hills, they're going to finish up production on that. And I think that come May or June, there's going to be a different company that will offer scenic helicopter rides over the Cleveland Valley. Yeah, we already had helicopter rides, but this one's going to be even better. Partially because I know the pilot and the guide for this new company we went out a few times, and he's awesome. The other guy was a bit of a stick in the mud.
I don't feel like actually going out for St. Pat's this year. Anybody want to bring over some booze and make merry at my apartment? I've got green food coloring. We can make any of our drinks green, no matter what we're drinking. |
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[Mar. 1st, 2011|09:31 pm] |
Sometimes, sitting behind a desk kills me. I don't end up sitting there for too long, because I'm always on the phone or meeting with guests or trying to organize something, but every so often there are these moments -- the quiet ones -- where I have a minute or two between appointments and I just can't sit still. I start stacking office supplies or tap out the beat to the Black Keys songs stuck in my head, or wonder what I'd look like if I turned my clothes around backward like Steve Carell and Tina Fey do in that one scene in Date Night. If idle hands are the devil's plaything, then I'm packing a whole jungle gym and swing set.
The warmer the weather, the more trouble I feel like getting into. I'm not talking the harmful kind, more the playful, hilarious kind. I've got a costume box in my closet that's been calling my name, and a few new accents to try out. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2011|07:51 am] |
Getting Valentine's Day cards from your ex = awkward. This phenomenon happened to me not once, but twice this year. Are people so hung up and desperate that they have to send people they used to love all these mushy cards and letters? Does it really make them feel less alone? Less pathetic? I'm single this year, and I'm on my own, but I don't feel alone or pathetic. I guess I've just always appreciated being on my own. It works for me.
On another note, do you have any idea how hard it is to practice rollerskating when it's cold as balls outside? I would do laps around the parking lot of the apartment complex if there wasn't still ice everywhere. Somehow, I think that if I fell on my face in temperatures like this, the concrete would actually chew me up and spit me out. I guess I'm gonna have to suck it up and drive to the warehouse. But I'm not joking about this derby thing. I think it'll be nothing short of awesome if we get a good mess of girls together. And groupies! Derby chicks need groupies, too. |
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[Dec. 29th, 2010|02:35 pm] |
Stuff like this is why I'm glad I don't live in fucking Texas
It kind of makes me mad that people can do this and think that it's okay. I don't care what your sexual preference is, it's nobody's place to pass judgment. This is bullying, and no matter how the bullying is done, or who's being bullied, it's just fucking wrong.
Buh. Okay, off of the soapbox.
Christmas was actually pretty nice. Aside from the fact that my mother tried to get me to help her clean her house because she knows I'm a total neat-freak (Yes, I am. No, I will not clean your house for you. I don't live there anymore, thank you very much), it was some good family time. I'll be okay when the holidays are over, though. It's just a very intense coupla weeks to be part of a family. But I do love kicking the pants out of my siblings when it comes to cards. I may be the baby, but I'm a cardshark like you wouldn't believe.
Now I'm just really ready to go to Las Vegas, but I've got to actually pretend to be a grown-up for a few more days out of this work week before shenanigans commence. |
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[Dec. 9th, 2010|06:35 pm] |
I don't understand the appeal of Glee. Or, more specifically, I don't get how it's become so rabidly popular.
I like singing as much as the next girl. Do any of you remember that show Motor Mouth they used to have on VH1, where they filmed people singing in their cars like maniacs? That is totally me. I would have made damned good television if they'd ever put my on that show, because I do it all. Chair dancing, hand motions, the works. I've even used my cell phone as a microphone to sing into while driving. I'm not a hazard to myself and others on the road, don't worry.
But didn't we get our fill of TV shows featuring grown men supposedly portraying high school kids in the nineties? 902910, Melrose Place, Dawson's Creek? That main brunette guy on that show has to be thirty. THIRTY. The only thing worse than the total lack of suspension of belief is the autotuning. Nobody sings like that naturally.
Maybe it's just not my cup of tea, but damn. I'm just tired of seeing and hearing about it everywhere. |
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