tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141789756795363302024-03-13T17:42:29.768-05:00Waiting is my favorite!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-46445228007870881422009-06-04T01:55:00.007-05:002009-06-04T13:29:47.768-05:00The Perfect Storm<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/Sidz9w--MVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DhiCfV_ER04/s1600-h/IMG_0443.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/Sidz9w--MVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DhiCfV_ER04/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343366987856621906" /></a><br />I got an email from Kim today that prompted this.<br /><br />I went out dancing Saturday night. I hadn't been out in AGES (dancing, not just, you know, out) so I was game. Now here's the thing. We started our night at the anniversary party for <a href="http://www.modafg.com/">MODA FG</a>. They use our frames from time to time for shoots. The party was amazing! The food & drinks were fantastic, as was the fashion show. A nice black runway cut through the center of the room, with people pulling (fierce) poses on either side. Case in point, this guy:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SidyWpB-ifI/AAAAAAAAAL4/UJERpqNJ5iA/s1600-h/IMG_0450.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SidyWpB-ifI/AAAAAAAAAL4/UJERpqNJ5iA/s320/IMG_0450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343365216195217906" /></a><br /><br />Smoking hot, right? Does he remind you of anyone with his active brooding? And yes, I TOTALLY TAKE PICTURES OF STRANGERS. Don't judge. <br /><br />Anyway,<br /><br />When the party was breaking up, Michelle decides she wants to meet up with her friend Tim at <a href="http://www.transitnightclubchicago.com/saturdays/">Transit.</a> I say OK, let's get our dance on. The girls didn't come out to play for nothing.<br /><br />We were there for about 15 minutes when I turned to Michelle and said, "Um, we left a party full of beautiful people for a club full of....<span style="font-style:italic;">not.</span>" Please believe me when I say were were the hottest pieces in that place. Which would explain how our fun dancy times quickly disintegrated into trying to stay afloat amidst a perfect storm of men I am in no way attracted to.<br /><br />Honestly, it was a lesson in how many different inflections of the word 'DUDE!?' I could use in one night. Apparently some guys are genuinely shocked that we ladies don't welcome any and every attempt for a dancefloor fondle. I know, shocking!<br /><br />All in all, it was a very fun, very surreal night. If you'd like to hear me do my favorite accent of the night from the guy that asked me to, "baybee, sho mee sum dans mooovs," you have to catch that in person. It's worth it.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-92040905942233141072009-04-22T18:35:00.002-05:002009-04-22T18:41:18.572-05:00Cullen's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/Se-qGGrqD6I/AAAAAAAAALw/r5lUanqa5n8/s1600-h/6381358.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/Se-qGGrqD6I/AAAAAAAAALw/r5lUanqa5n8/s320/6381358.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327663906052247458" /></a><br /><br />Srsly, you can't make this up. This is the bar beside the Music Box where we'll be seeing How to Be shortly. Having a beer & killing time. Ha! And Joe Hastings just walked inside. The composer of the soundtrack I have in my bag right now. Ridiculous.<br /><br />And we're trying to avoid gaggles of girlies taking pictures posing. At least mine is one the sly cuz that's how I roll.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-56604802742511902542009-04-05T20:09:00.002-05:002009-04-05T20:23:38.633-05:00I am a bad bloggerBut I spend oodles of time on the interwebs. Doing what? Well, playing on YouTube, emailing, chatting, and the like. But most of the time? <br /><br />Reading fanfic.<br /><br />That's right. I said it. I can't stop. It's an addiction. And one that I happily share (right Kim?). Yes, there's the smutty goodness, but there are also honestly good stories (or at least good writing). Now grammar/punctuation mostly take one for the team, but if you can get past that, YOU WILL LURVE IT. Fr srs. Want a recommendation? A nice gateway fic to kill time & see what all the fuss is about? I. Will. Hook. You. Up.<br /><br />I held out. When it was offered to me, I scoffed. "Um, I'm not really into <span style="font-style:italic;">that</span>, thanks." Shame on me. I now check my email <span style="font-style:italic;">obsessively</span> for updates, then send out a mass text (trying to beat Emily) to my girlies so we can squee & awww & *tear* together. It really is glorious. Beth & I actually made Valentine's care packages - complete with homemade cards (think glue & glitter) and t-shirts - all revolving around 2 specific fics (the two best, IMHO). We have developed our own perverse language. We are in our own little bubble & quite happy. <br /><br />I feel like I'm in middle school all over again. I'm going to start telling fortunes with that little folded up paper gizmo.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-22825153908062046712009-02-26T14:57:00.001-06:002009-02-26T14:58:48.113-06:00No No No No No No!I mean honestly. Is <a href="http://www.slashfilm.com/2009/02/24/gore-verbinski-to-direct-clue/">this</a> really necessary? Remake all the crappy movies you want, but leave one of my all time favorites alone! Gah!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-52680705440052264202009-01-21T19:41:00.001-06:002009-01-21T19:42:28.698-06:00Who would you choose?If I could have dinner & 'communicate' with one person, it would be <a href="http://www.laweekly.com/2009-01-15/music/paul-mccartney-the-kristine-mckenna-interview/1">Paul McCartney.</a>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-90696013756319478872009-01-04T11:10:00.002-06:002009-01-04T11:15:16.451-06:00I love puppetsA little funny for the day. (and yes, it's Twilight related. I'm lazy)<br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1u718MmV0dg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1u718MmV0dg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-44783465424066265242008-12-14T20:43:00.002-06:002008-12-14T20:57:09.881-06:00Merry Christmas to all!This is quite possibly the <a href="http://www.hottopic.com/hottopic/store/product.jsp?FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2534374302028384&PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524442193019&bmUID=1229042985652">worst movie tie-in ever</a>, but shows the extent of the crazy fandom (from which I mostly exclude myself). <br /><br />Don't be surprised when you get this for Christmas Kim, Kris & Amy. I wonder if it comes with the cheesy windchime sound effect....Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-10122204270806156382008-12-03T08:40:00.001-06:002008-12-03T08:42:32.274-06:00Dude! Cranky Pants!These are <a href="http://www.crankypantshome.com/">AWESOME</a>! I now actually strive to wear cranky pants.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-18461169607458593042008-11-29T12:47:00.001-06:002008-11-29T12:49:05.122-06:00My favorite RickRoll.Macy's Parade gets <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iXJnOjAGR24&feature=related">RickRolled</a>.<br /><br />I just wish he'd done the dance.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-865021668551863592008-11-17T23:17:00.009-06:002008-11-18T01:17:07.334-06:00So. Worth. It. (pt. 2)The countdown.<br /><br />At about 9:45 Beth and I headed into the mall. By now we were just jazzed to see the set up. There were 4 girls already lined up outside Hot topic - Laura from Alabama among them. Keeping in mind that we had our wristbands and a<span style="font-style:italic;"> guaranteed</span> autograph & face-to-face, we decided to wander the mall a bit. The Q&A was set up in a common area in front of Macy's. The Q&A was set for about 7:30 that evening, after the 500 autographs were given. There were roughly 100 people already camped out. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SSJR4seD9UI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qus3U8J0Xzk/s1600-h/IMG_0895.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SSJR4seD9UI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qus3U8J0Xzk/s320/IMG_0895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269864548428674370" /></a><br /><br />We strolled the mall a bit, then decided to just sit. We grabbed my bag out of the car & plopped out butts down for the duration. We were pretty much just waiting for Melissa & Joy so we could get some food! Holding someone's spot for 18 hours has to earn you some grub, right? Now there's a decent time lapse. Honestly, I don't really know how the time passed. There were more reporters & chatting with people we met in line (Melissa & Laura). But at about 2, we all hit a collective wall. There were people crashing all around us (including the stinky girls on either side. Seriously, ladies, showers rock. So does deodorant). Allow Beth to demonstrate the proper way to sleep in line:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SSJVi5AfpOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4-uE9KsXUyA/s1600-h/IMG_0899.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SSJVi5AfpOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4-uE9KsXUyA/s320/IMG_0899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269868571883709666" /></a><br /><br />Melissa & Joy got there around 4 and got us some much needed Mountain Dew. We were now caffeinated & ready to stand up. More and more people were arriving and getting loud and, God help me, starting to chant a countdown. *shiver* The doors open & we squeeze in 3 or 4 at a time. (Let's say we're 14-17 at this point - we got tired of walking around the mall very quickly) Wristbands are cut off & we weasel our way to the back of the maze/store one by one. I round a corner and there he was. Sans hat so <a href="http://dlisted.com/node/28792/images/wenn2124948.jpg">that hair</a> was in full effect.<br /><br />Lovely.<br /><br />Honestly, as I told <a href="http://web-goddess.org">Kris</a>, the most beautiful man I've ever seen in person, and I have seen some pretty people. He was very charming and polite and in the 5 seconds I was face to face with him, could have charmed the pants off of <span style="font-style:italic;">anyone</span>. I walked up to the table where he sat surrounded by 5 huge, unfriendly looking fellows. <br /><br />Me: Hi, I'm Jenny<br />RP: Hello *immediately distracted by my shirt which he reads aloud*<br />RP: "Meanwhile, in a town called Spoons"<br />(in the split second it takes me to realize he's not just checking out my rack, I strike that hip forward, shoulder back 'this old thing' pose. My body is retarded)<br />Me: You like it?<br />RP: *crooked Edward smile* *chuckle*<br />Me: Thank you so much (as he slides poster to me)<br />RP: You're very welcome<br /><br />Then I'm rushed from the store so the girl behind me can go all doe-eyed, too. <br /><br />The 4 of us squeeze through the people crowded around the door to congregate in front of the jewelry store around the corner. We are all, dare I say, dazzled. (I know, groan all you want) Oh, and there was NO chance for a thumb-wrestle, shocking I know. So we head down to Macy's to see the madness, calling everyone we know on the way there. Depending on which newcast you caught, there were between 2,000 -4,000 people there. And they were <span style="font-style:italic;">all</span> screaming. We sidled over to the Auntie Anne's to let Beth sit down (you know that scene in Ferris Bueller's Day Off right before Cameron falls in the pool? Yeah, kind of like that). We also noticed there there were some gates ready to be made into barricades by the door. And we thought, "Hmm, I'm sure it would be much easier (not to mention safer) for them to take him out of Hot Topic the back way and bring him in this handy little door right here." Which they did. And this is the video from where we were standing. Turn your sound WAY down. Did I mention I hate screaming girls?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_FitQrHoXk&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_FitQrHoXk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />So yeah, the Q&A was lousy with screaming teens so we went outside. We waited as he was whisked away (literally pushed into the car). It would be really easy to say it was a waste of time or not worth it, but we had a lot of fun. I met Beth about 2 weeks before we tackled this insanity. We had a blast and I have a nifty signed poster, some new friends and a long, long story. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SSJhUZ-IgkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/38yAqnOaVJI/s1600-h/IMG_0911.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SSJhUZ-IgkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/38yAqnOaVJI/s320/IMG_0911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269881517173670466" /></a><br /><br /><br />On a side note, I had an epiphany on the way home. A moment of clarity. I have mentioned how physically beautiful this man is. The character he is portraying is described as the ideal man. After being up for 40 hours, you can marry those 2 together pretty easily. My moment of clarity was this: If there is this just, knockout specimen in the world, why on earth am I wasting <span style="font-style:italic;">any</span> time or energy being bitter about a relationship that should have ended long before it did? Sure, I was treated very poorly at the end by someone who called me his best friend and will probably have occasional fits of rage, but my opinion now? Who gives a good gosh darn? I'm done. It was so very Not. Worth. It. <br /><br />So thank you, Stephenie Meyer for giving me a great escape during that breakup, and thank you, Robert Pattinson for helping me put an end to it in my head (my heart was over it a while ago).Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-54460404571866356372008-11-16T21:56:00.008-06:002008-11-17T23:32:26.884-06:00So. Worth. It.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SSEEQUpt1kI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/seewyQ3bnoo/s1600-h/n593004070_1115009_5122.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SSEEQUpt1kI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/seewyQ3bnoo/s320/n593004070_1115009_5122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269497717468288578" /></a><br />If for no other reason than a good story.<br /><br />So....Melissa, Beth & I decided we were going to see Robert Pattinson at Orland Park on the 12th (which is so NOT Chicago). The mall warned people that they wouldn't be allowed to line up until 5am Wednesday morning. Beth and I were a little bummed because we'd planned on camping out like loonies & sleeping in the car. I got home from work around 10 (after I found parking) and got a call from Melissa telling me that she was on the livejournal boards and that there were already 175 people lined up - for 500 wristbands. I got her off the phone and called Beth, who answered, "So am I just coming to get you now?"<br /><br />Yes.<br /><br />We made it to Orland at about 12:30 in the AM and got in line. We met a girl in line behind us who flew in FROM ATLANTA by herself and was leaving the next night to fly to DC to see Kristen Stewart (Bella) - the moral: There is no judging of me. They let us into the mall after about half an hour to keep us from standing in the craptastic weather. Luckily, I hadn't really cleaned out my bag from the sleepover plan, so I had my computer and the mall had free wi-fi, and time passed pretty quickly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SSJTQJrS4eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3pQIILPcuWg/s1600-h/IMG_0890.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SSJTQJrS4eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3pQIILPcuWg/s320/IMG_0890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269866050917425634" /></a><br /><br /><br />We got our <a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=939535&id=697764033">wristbands</a> by 2am (numbers 405-408) and headed to Denny's with our new friend, Laura. I had <a href="http://www.dennys.com/en/cms/Breakfast/40.html">Moons Over My Hammy</a> for the first time in years at the slowest Denny's on the planet. You see, no one had told them anything was happening at the mall, so there were 2 people working. No worries, we didn't have anywhere we needed to be.<br /><br />The sun was just rising when we got back to the mall to see MOBS of bitter parents/kids who showed up about 3 hours too late to get the wristbands. I have to give kudos to Hot Topic (not something I thought I would ever say) for the way they handled it. By midnight, there were already enough people to sell out the event. After the madness in San Francisco earlier in the week, they made the call to sell the wristbands at that time so we could (ideally) get some sleep, rather than tell us to disperse only to have us race each other back to the door in 5 hours.<br /><br />The news cameras were there to catch all the hatefulness. I love that the people talking about 'rules being broken' by selling the tickets early are the same parents who took their kids <span style="font-style:italic;">out of school</span> for the day. Semantics I know, but come on! If you know there are a limited number of tickets and you are driving from 6 hours away, <span style="font-style:italic;">why wouldn't you get there the night before??</span> Anyway, we saw the chick from <a href="http://abclocal.go.com/wls/video?id=6502438">Channel 7</a> interviewing the Hot Topic manager, then the mall manager. We told her we actually got wristbands and were very impressed with how everything ran like clockwork. She asked if she could interview us. The first question she asked us? "So are there kids with you guys or is this just for you?"<br /><br />Yeah, I didn't really like her. <br /><br />At least the Hot Topic guy heard us and thanked us because he was catching shit everywhere he turned. So now we had a couple of hours to kill until we could get back into the mall. Beth killed some time driving around the parking lot, checking out the angries. Then we decided to try and get the only sleep we would get before heading home that night. <br /><br />About 45 minutes into the nap, I get a text from my sister Kim, telling me that she contacted her local morning radio show (<a href="http://1053hotfm.com/goout.asp?u=http://whts-fm.fimc.net/showdj.asp?DJID=42877">105.3 HOT-FM</a>) to let them know her little sister was standing in line to meet Robert Pattinson. Actually I think she said, "If you'd like to talk to a 30 year old teenager, here's my little sister's phone number." About 5 minutes after that text, I got a call from a 616 number. 10 minutes later, I'm a faux-celebrity on Grand Rapids radio and I've promised to try to thumb-wrestle our own Edward Cullen. Oy.<br /><br />I'll have to finish next time. I'm sleepy & it was a long day. <br /><br />However Andrea, "I Heart Hot English Guys Who Play Vampires" is SO not out of the question.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-48414924389410384702008-11-13T14:09:00.000-06:002008-11-13T14:10:57.195-06:00RPattz<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SRyJpfKTq8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/c524YJMB_Ts/s1600-h/IMG_0910.1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SRyJpfKTq8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/c524YJMB_Ts/s320/IMG_0910.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268237009949010882" /></a><br /><br />*swoon* More to come. Need sleep now.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-49134500367826238202008-10-23T23:13:00.002-05:002008-10-23T23:17:30.733-05:00Rosanne Cash is Freaking Awesome<a href="http://www.thenation.com/doc/20081027/cash">This</a> is a great article by Rosanne Cash detailing why she should replace Sarah Palin as the Rebuplican VP nominee. Who knew she was so funny?Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-46644096840323023452008-10-17T21:30:00.003-05:002008-10-17T22:15:15.970-05:00What Women WantAn observation: I will never understand men's reluctance to accompany their ladies (or women in general) to so-called 'chick' things. Honestly, these guys will never have the opportunity to be surrounded by females of whatever age as worked up as after these estrogen-fests. I'm not saying they need to come home with <span style="font-style:italic;">Beaches</span> and ice cream, but when your lady shows some love for, oh let's say a book series (Twilight), a movie (<span style="font-style:italic;">Say Anything</span>) or a crooner (Michael Bublé) <span style="font-style:italic;">listen</span>! These characters, fictional or stage personas, are giving you a how-to of charm. Those silly lines we swoon over may not play out in the real world, but take away the sentiment/emotion associated with them. And I have never seen women more whipped into a frenzy than at a Bublé show. A well-timed wink at that show could have gotten anyone some play. There were grown women all but throwing their panties at that big ball of charming, sensitive man-candy. Honestly, there's not better word for what we want. <br /><br />Charm: a power of pleasing or attracting, as through personality or beauty<br /><br />Charm us! I'm not saying you have to compose a lullaby or hoist a boombox, but take advantage of our whims! We are putty, sadly, for even the smallest effort. My favorite bit of that Michael Bublé show was when he thanked the men in the audience for coming. "I know you didn't want to come sit through that 'gay Booble guy's' show, but trust me, fellas - I'll do my best to put the air in those bike tires so you can ride it all the way home."<br /><br />He's such a cad! <br /><br />Like I said, charm. And a dirty sense of humor. That's all we want. Although maybe that's just me. :) <br /><br /> And maybe I should raise those standards...Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-86078213172756197772008-10-16T21:08:00.003-05:002008-10-17T00:01:54.900-05:00Sex HairBecause we all need to look at a pretty picture now and again. I just spent 10 minutes losing a staring contest to <a href="http://dlisted.com/node/28792/images/wenn2124948.jpg">this</a>. <br /><br />Again, I never said I wasn't obsessed. Or 14.<br /><br />And you're welcome.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-3813226918076399352008-10-09T23:35:00.003-05:002008-10-09T23:38:46.362-05:00God Bless HD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SO7cRBunt8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/DGSAXzW4b5U/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SO7cRBunt8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/DGSAXzW4b5U/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255380000267810754" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=44287812">Meow.</a>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-7816161582319299302008-10-07T22:44:00.001-05:002008-10-07T22:45:50.742-05:00Cutest. Thing. Ever.<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCnAjel02lM">This</a> guy sings puppies to sleep. Puppies! Falling asleep! Adorable.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-38807204686992144852008-10-07T08:50:00.005-05:002008-10-07T09:18:32.103-05:00Feeling a cold coming on?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SOtvCiK_TvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ibU51wVEG_w/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SOtvCiK_TvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ibU51wVEG_w/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254415479581134578" /></a><br />Normally I can tell a cold is coming by waking up one day with a sore throat. Another sure tell? An absurd dream. Don't get me wrong. I can have dreams as bizarre and vivid as the next guy (ask my sisters). However, last night - or this morning rather - was a doozy! I will give you the bullet points of what I remember:<br /><br />-I was on the set of<a href="http://www.colbertnation.com/home?kw=thecolbertreport"> The Colbert Report</a><br />-Watching a family of circus performers (one of whom was my friend)<br />-We were really waiting to see <a href="http://www.richhardesty.com/home.html">Rich Hardesty</a> (I know)<br />-And he was going to sing, "Cool Guy With a Car"<br /><br />For those of you who don't know, that song is by a guy named <a href="http://www.wallypleasant.com/songsaboutstuff.cfm">Wally Pleasant</a>. Kim had a tape of his in college, and I was pretty sure it was the coolest thing ever at the time. Even now, that's my favorite song from the album. I even have it on my computer because a few years ago I found him online and got the CD for Kim. Ah, nostalgia. Although I haven't even thought about that lately, much less listened to it.<br /><br />As for Rich Hardesty - he played a lot in Bloomington, but I don't think I even saw him play. Maybe once. But totally random. I mean, I'm pretty sure I thought he was a douche. He redeemed himself in my dream by planning on playing that song, I guess. <br /><br />Something tells me I'm going to load up on Nyquil tonight. Oooo, that should give me some certifiable dreams. I'll let you know.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-68485055317079449072008-10-05T16:42:00.004-05:002008-10-14T00:09:10.812-05:00That's right. A Trailer.There's a countdown to a<span style="font-style:italic;"> trailer</span>.<br /><br /><object type='application/x-shockwave-flash' allowScriptAccess='always' allowNetworking='all' height='200' width='300' align='middle' data='http://www.twilightthemovie.com/clock300by200.swf'><param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always' /><param name='allowNetworking' value='all' /><param name='movie' value='http://www.twilightthemovie.com/clock300by200.swf' /><param name='quality' value='high' /><param name='bgcolor' value='#000000' /></object><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyMzI*Mjg5Mzk2NyZwdD*xMjIzMjQyOTQ5MTY1JnA9MjcwOTEmZD1jb3VudGRvd24lNUZ3aWRlJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz1jZDdjOTRiZTViNjg*YTRiOTc4MTg2ZmUxYmQ4YTk4Zg==.gif" /><br /><br />And yes, I got it. Don't you judge me!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Update:</span> And just like that, it switched to the movie countdown. Bless them.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-10317427167426026492008-10-05T15:56:00.002-05:002008-10-05T16:28:26.720-05:00Home, Sweet HomeIt occurred to me last week that I've been in my own little apartment now for a whole month. I guess I didn't realize that much time had passed. I'm glad to have something to mark the passage because it doesn't feel like much has changed to me. Perhaps once I get a bed....<br /><br />Kim & Pam will be coming up for a visit the end of this month. I've promised to have the bed by then. The weekend will include a trip to Ikea among other things. Pam has also requested a stop at <a href="http://usa.lush.com/cgi-bin/lushdb/index.html?lang=en_US&dlang=en">Lush</a> for some new bubble bars. I'm kind of worried that the combination of those two stores alone could cause her some sort of retail brain damage . Sensory overload, if nothing else.<br /><br />Apart from that, I'm thinking a performance of <a href="http://www.wickedthemusical.com/">Wicked</a> would be really fun. The Chicago cast (if it's the same one I've already seen) is pretty outstanding. I'm all for any other suggestions for fun Chicago-y activities. Anything to make my family feel better about the city I've called home (with a brief, <span style="font-style:italic;">kind</span> of hiatus) for the last five years. <br /><br />I'm even making my very tasty quiche today as a trial run for later. New oven, new baking. Did I mention I finally got a cookie sheet? Woohoo!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-79900100743054572592008-10-03T11:05:00.001-05:002008-10-03T11:07:46.433-05:00How to 'win' a debate (by not imploding)<a href="http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/images/2008/10/03/palinflow.jpg">This</a> is pretty great.<br /><br />Thanks to JonathanJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-12712990449035449382008-09-26T01:13:00.004-05:002008-09-26T01:15:29.330-05:00Stewart/Colbert - the only source for news<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SNx9wmBwpQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_PWyUkpW8k4/s1600-h/1203544508_1072.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOWmFmJ7oRs/SNx9wmBwpQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_PWyUkpW8k4/s320/1203544508_1072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250209539402278146" /></a><br /><br /><br />Smart & funny is the only way to go. CNN has a great <a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20228603,00.html?iid=top25-20080926-Stewart+%26+Colbert%3A+Exclusive+Q%26A">interview</a> with two of the best.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-25028414904736082662008-09-24T18:41:00.002-05:002008-09-24T18:46:24.951-05:00James Marsden is fabulous!<object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="https://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="450" height="388" id="MaximPlayer"><param name="movie" value="http://www.maximonline.com/video/videoembed_external.swf" /><param name="quality" value="best" /><param name="wmode" value="window" /><param name="id" value="MaximPlayer" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="flashvars" value="videoUrl=rtmp%3A%2F%2Fstream%2Emaxim%2Ecom%2Fondemand%2Fvideo%2F32501%2D33000%2F32591%5FSEX%5FDRIVE%5FMXM%5FDUMP%2Eflv&videoFileName=32501%2D33000%2F32591%5FSEX%5FDRIVE%5FMXM%5FDUMP&isVideoAutoPlaying=0&isVideoEmbedded=true&lightningCast=adfree%3Ageneral&maximPath=%2FAdrinkwiththecastofsexdrive%2Fvideo%2F41752%2Easpx&pageName=video%3Asub%3A%3AA%20Drink%20With%20The%20Cast%20of%20Sex%20Drive&videoImageURL=67b7ec97%2Dd977%2D4f5c%2D82ba%2Dd57e42c7d51a" /></object><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.maximonline.com/includes/js/getBrowser.js"></script><br /><br />Not terribly P.C. & kind of naughty. Watch if you'd like.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-88575804052494449512008-09-20T16:50:00.002-05:002008-09-20T16:58:10.530-05:00C-toeReally? Alice would <span style="font-style:italic;">never</span> wear <a href="http://twilightpoison.com/gallery/displayimage.php?album=203&pos=52">this</a>.<br /><br />What's with perfectly lovely girls wearing horrid outfits? Why put such pretty flowers in such a ugly, ill-fitting pot? If I looked like her, I'd go to work naked everyday and people would thank me.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214178975679536330.post-25343615181445683412008-09-14T01:36:00.003-05:002008-09-14T19:25:13.611-05:00Palin & Clinton on SNLAlthough Tina Fey will get ALL the attention from <a href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-09-14-must-see-tina-fey-and-amy-poehler-do-sarah-palin-and-hillary-clinton-on-snl">this</a> (and she is AWESOME), Amy Poehler is freaking hysterical.<br /><br />Noooooo, MINE!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">edit:</span> New link. Try it again.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127743379953347611noreply@blogger.com1