Laugh It Up, Fuzzball

My admission of guilt...

I know it's not cool to like Colin Farrell...but I do. Yup, guilty, slap the cuffs on. Or...have Colin do that. Yikes! Or, to quote Brian's cousin Jasper on Family Guy, "Ooooh I'm nasty"...

So anyway I'm wondering about Colin's newest film A Home at the End of the World...does anyone out there know the name of the 80's song that starts playing in the trailer when you first see Colin as an adult? Come on, people, help me out. It's going to drive me crazy...

I think this movie looks good. Love Colin, love Robin Wright Penn, love Sissy Spacek...anyway if anyone out there knows that song give me a hollah. It's hurting my brain...

Wow, I am totally HOT...

So I run to the convenience store across the street from my apartment complex. I grab a bottle of water for the Emma dog and a bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper (don't lie to yourself, it tastes nothing like the original) for myself. I wander idly up to the counter and watch a guy restock the porn on a shelf in the back of the store. The son of the owner of the store turns around to ring up my purchase and he just stares at me. I don't notice at first because I'm looking at all of the CRAP that is on the counter for those impulse buyers who are too stoned/drunk/stupid to know what they're buying. When I finally notice that he's not ringing up my purchase this is how our conversation goes:

I preface this story by explaining that I have barely ever spoken to anyone in this store on any occasion.

Tracy: "Um, yes, how much do I owe you?"

Guy: "You are SKEEENNY, no?"

Tracy: looking around nervously "What? Excuse me?"

Guy: "You no come in here long time, you skeeenny now, yes?"

note: I have lost a considerable amount of weight in the past few months

Tracy: "Well, uh, I have lost some weight, but, I mean, I--"

Guy: interrupts "YES, I see it! You no come in, long long time, now you skeenny. You look hot!"

Tracy: more than a little uncomfortable, and painfully aware of man standing behind her, no longer interested in his lottery ticket "You're so sweet, thank you, I'm working hard at it. I, um, well, I have to go now, thank you so much."

Guy: "No, no, I SEE it, you look so hot! ....wait for it.... "We go out now???"

Tracy: stunned into total silence

Guy: "Yeah, we go out now? You leeeve across street, right? I peeeck you up sometime, no?"

Tracy: Checking around for hidden cameras

Guy: Pushes pen and paper across counter "You geeeve me number, I call you, Skeeenny, we go out, no?"

Tracy: "Oh. Oh. Um. Wow, that sounds so fun, but I am already...dating someone! He's...outside...in the car...waiting...and, uh...he's my boyfriend...in the car...so....thankssomuchIhavetorunyou'vebeensosweetbuhbye!" sprints outside

So there you go. My very own Quicky Mart employee. My ticket to BQ Corn-Nuts and cherry slushies...(snaps to anyone who gets that reference)

Now that's some cryin'...

I just can't seem to stop watching the latest Strong Bad e-mail. Haven't we all had those moments like Homestar? You know, you watch a sad movie and cry, and then all of a sudden you're just a blubbering incomprehensible mess, and you can't remember the sad part of the movie that made you cry in the first place?

...okay, so maybe it's just me.

All I know is my little sister Lindsay and her friends used to cue up the last scene in Disney's A Far Off Place for the sole purpose of watching me go into hysterics. What was it about that scene? Where...he brings her...birds...oh....I have to sign off now. Sniff.

Yeah, you ass, we can ALL hear you...

I hate cell phones. I acknowledge the need for them, I even use them at times. But I hate them.

Now, wait. That's not fair. I shouldn't hate an inanimate object. Let me change my tune here: I hate obnoxious cell phone owners. Good Lord these people make me totally insane.

The adorable Tom Brazelton of Theater Hopper created a hilarious comic on this very topic...he also blogs about those ridiculous Verizon commercials...

And did you know that there is now a website entirely devoted to good cell manners? 'Bout damn time, if you ask me...

I got nothin'....

I wish I had witticisms for you...come to think of it, do I ever? Hm. Due to extreme apartment problems I am totally exhausted and therefore unable to update the blog with any sort of vigor...I will recommend this song however: The Who, Don't Get Fooled Again. The first 30 seconds of this song make me feel like I'm just floating in a happy place. Can you imagine living back in the 60's when all of these songs were BRAND NEW? Can you imagine getting to walk in to a record store and say, "Yeah, can I have the new Who album? Oh, and the new Beatles album as well?" It boggles my mind.

Oh, by the way, Season Two of RedvBlue is now available for purchase. Yippee!!

New quote above...

Man, don't you feel like saying that ever so often?? I know I do...

This one is difficult, but props to whoever can guess it!

Holy cow...

The new Julianne Moore film The Forgotten looks amazing...

Ripping at those heartstrings...

What is it that triggers your memories? For me, it is music and smells...like smelling freshly cut grass at a certain time of year always reminds me of camp. Or like today, I'm toodling around Napster and I innocently click on R.E.M.'s "Nightswimming" from Automatic for the People...I haven't listened to this album in ten years and it just flat knocked. Me. OUT. I was completely awash in memories. This album came out during my sophomore year in high school, I remember listening to it in my very first car -- THE TANK. For those of you unfamiliar with the tank, let me fill you in: a 1981 Buick LeSabre. This car was long. I mean looooong. It parked in two times zones, ya got it? Yeah, anyway, I remember being wracked with whatever crush I had at the time and sitting in my car listening to this song over...and over...and over...and over...

Man, my gut is just twisted up listening to this song! It is bringing back all of those dramatic high school moments, all of the looooove and haaaate...because, you know, everything in high school was just such a big deal...of course it didn't help that I was constantly involved with a guy who was just as dramatic (if not more so) than me. We were always have spectacular fights and then gushy make-ups. Man, I'm emotionally worn out just thinking about it. How the hell did my parents survive my high school years?? More to the point, how did I? Ugh, adolescence. Although...I have to admit...I actually miss the crushes. Nothing like a good crush to get the pink up in your cheeks, you know? I love that heady feeling, that tingle I'd get when I passed him in the hall, when absolutely nothing is absolutely everything...you know?

New TypeList...

I've added a new TypeList to my right sidebar...it's a collection of links to live cams of places that I love. Some are actual video feed, some are just still shots. But they're all amazing. The New York camera is cool -- it's a live feed from a camera in Times Square!

If you hover over the name you can see my notes on each place...

Hilarity ensues...

At my house since I received my copy of the Red vs Blue Season 1 dvd...good LORD these guys are funny. My favorite character is Church. Have you watched any of the episodes yet?