Resorting to bullets yet again. Sorry, but the high holidays are getting in the way. Not that I observe any of them, but you know, I needed some sort of excuse.
Overalls? On a man? In April? To see the Capitol? I’m sure there are may reasons why a grown man would wear overalls, but I am equally sure that all of those reasons begin and end on a farm. There is no justifiable reason for a man to overalls in DC, unless you’re farming, gardening, mechanic-ing, or burying a body.
Damages is one of my favorite shows on TV.
Who, I realized on a recent trip to the zoo with the LJs, looks remarkably like a lion…
Is fucking fantastic in this show. Seriously, she is so unbelievably good in this show that it’s stupid. If you haven’t caught it yet, it is on Netflix. I’m just saying…
- Grease or Grease 2?
Okay, not so fast. I have a preference for Grease 2. Not sure why. Perhaps it’s because the movie showcases a young Michelle Pfeiffer as Stephanie Zanone. Or maybe it’s Lorna Luft (who I LOVE) and Adrian Zmed. Or maybe it’s just this:
C’mon, this is amazing bad TV. Admit it. And this isn’t even my favorite song!
Watching Grease 2 YouTube clips with ALJ and BLJ yesterday, I realized something. One of my friends reminds me of Stephanie Zanone. Okay, she’s not really Stephanie Zanone. But something about this woman reminds me of Michelle Pfeiffer (with a little Glenn Close-edginess) generally and of Michelle Pfeiffer in Grease 2 specifically. I’m pretty certain I can never tell her this. I have a feeling she would HATE the comparison. Still, I’m pretty sure that, at least in part, one of the reasons we became fast friends was because she reminds me of Stephanie Zanone.
- To Wave or Not To Wave
I had dinner with MJ and KP last night. I was REALLY late because, following my trip to the zoo, I was exhausted and needed to sleep and then overslept. When I got there, I was regaled with stories about a Doodle Romp. I thought we were moving on to the sex-talk part of the evening. Turns out, it’s a thing for dogs in Maryland.
Anyway, this isn’t the point of this story. The point is this.
MJ told me that she and HC were in a fight. I asked why. MJ explained that she was sitting in the Dupont Starbucks this weekend and saw HC walking past the window. MJ said she began yelling his name. When that didn’t catch his attention, MJ’s actions rapidly escalated to banging on the window and crescendoed with MJ planting her hands and face on the Starbucks window as HC walked away unmoved.
I went home and asked HC if he saw MJ and just ignored her. He said no, he hadn’t seen her when walking past the Starbucks. However, some time later, HC informed me, their roles had reversed and HC was in a storefront and MJ was walking on the street. “Did you say hello?” I asked, though already knowing the answer because MJ had just told me that she and HC were in a fight. HC said, “No. I just watched her walk past and thought, ‘Hey, there’s [MJ].’ What else was I supposed to do? Plant my face on the window, calling out her name as she walked by?” Well, we know how MJ would answer that question.
- Speaking of Starbucks…
Where the fuck is my Vivanno?! Seriously. What, did they do away with them for the winter, thinking “who wants a frosty drink in the winter?” Or was it because of some testy barista uprising where they like “G-d, it’s just too hard to deal with bananas during the rush!” Still, I want answers. I don’t need the truth, tho, and would certainly settle for the resurrection of the Vivanno. (Yes, I’m getting ready for Easter.)
- Mow the what now?
Take a look at this post a friend brought to my attention recently. Oh, and be sure to watch BOTH videos.
The friend who showed this to me wanted my take on things. I think she even requested a humorous account of the videos. While I try always to do what this friend asks of me, I just can’t. I have nothing to say. I wouldn’t say speechless, but what do you say about Stepford wives singing a happy tune about mowing their lawns (wink wink) and edgy shrinking hedges? Exactly, no words for this.
But then we started talking about waxing. I hate shaving and have been a waxer for as long as I can remember. Problem is that, in DC, it’s WAY too expensive to wax. Just insane. And the last time I got waxed, I left with a Korean bride. Long story, but let’s just say that I do not recall ordering a happy ending, and that there was nothing happy about what happened in that tiny room. So now I, like millions of other non-waxing women, are faced with turning to our TVs to find the answer, only to see commercials like these.
Seriously, campy I can do. Creepy is another story. And for the record, I’ve never been so happy or so meticulous about my, achem, lawn mowing.