I think I’m Dumb or maybe just Happy

I recently heard a rumor that was quickly dispelled about Rob being considered for a Kurt Cobain Biopic. While I love me some Rob, (Fucking yeah, buddy I do) I just can't see Rob playing Kurt.  Sure Rob was great as Art in How to Be.

Floppy hair check, ugly sweater check

But there is a huge difference between being cute and neurotic and being strung out on heroin while performing. Not to mention Kurt married the ultimate Yoko.

I've heard rumors that Ewan McGregor or James McAvoy are options as well. While I adore these men I just can't wrap my head around the idea of it. Ethan Hawke fifteen years ago would have been perfect, but alas he's a little old now, given that Cobain was 27 when he died and Ethan Hawke is now….forty, Jesus Christ. is he that old!

Though it's common knowledge, let me remind you that Kurt is from the PacNor (Aberdeen) and so I want someone who is from around here to do it. In this area we hold a few things sacred. Kurt Cobain, Jimi Hendrix and J.P. Patches. Kurt Cobain and Nirvana stand for the Northwest way of life. Come as You Are. (As long as you bring performance fleece and never carry an umbrella)


I would like to see someone who can really portray the torture and pain that Cobain exuded. He was a talisman for a generation and needs to be played by the right person. Personally I think Joe Anderson would be fabulous. I loved him in Across the Universe. His portrayal of a Vietnam vet in the 1960's was fantastic.

So please Courtney Love, don't fuck this one up. I am begging you!


Oh and FYI, way to shoot for the moon with having Scarlett Johansson play you. Dream a little Dream, huh?

Way to creep everyone out there….

I am obsessed with true crimes. Especially ones that involve serial killers. I love serial killers—not in a killer groupies, marriage in a prison chapel way. (He hasn't returned my letter.) No I'm simply fascinated about the psychosis behind a killers mind. What drives them to kill and how a person can look so normal and be burying young boys under his house ala John Wayne Gacy. In the Pacific Northwest we have a lot of serial killers; Robert Lee Yates, Gary Ridgeway. Kenneth Bianchi was convicted of the murder of two girl in Bellingham. My sister, Toby Tyler actually lived in Ted Bundy's house in the U-district of Seattle. I devour books about true crimes. I have read almost every book Ann Rule has ever written and obsessively watch shows like American Justice and City Confidential. A few years ago Mr.'s parents got me Time Life's collection of True crime stories. I religiously watch CSI, (Except Miami—I want to go Gracie Lou Freebush on his ass.)

Mr. always jokes with his friends that if he goes missing they should question me first and I'm all Hello! One, the spouse is always the first to be interrogated and two, I would totally get away with it.

Okay, so I've officially hit an all time creepiness factor here. I think it's time for me to shut up.

Jessica is a bad bitch. (and not the good kind)

Jessica Stanley is guiltier as Lauren Mallory. While Lauren is the obvious bitch in the story, it is apparent that she is insecure and shallow. Jessica is more unassuming. While she does not throw the barbs, she does nothing to stop them from striking. I feel for Jessica, because I was once Jessica. Easily swayed and foolish.



This is serious post. Just a forewarning. When I was in junior high I became friends with a really great girl, J. To this day she is probably the sweetest girl I have ever met. She was funny and nice as could be. She did however have Cerebral Palsy. Not bad enough to inhibit her walking but bad enough that it was quite noticeable. For this reason she was a bit unpopular. At the time it didn't matter because I was too. We spent a lot of time together and I even joined drill team because she did it. Of course like a lot of friendships that occur at this time, something happened. High School to be precise. At some point during my sophomore year in high school I began to make new friends. Started dating boys, going to parties. Suddenly I didn't have time for my friend that i would watch Sailor Moon with. It was never an intentional thing, it just happened. I was fifteen, sitting in the hot tub drinking stolen mikes hard lemonades with some new friends. At some point a friend made a rude comment about J. In that moment I could have corrected her, shamed her for saying things about the sweetest girl I had ever known. But I didn't. Instead I chuckled half heartedly and took a big pull off my drink. This moment was a defining one for me. After that I was in the in crowd, or at least on the outskirts. I had a new group of friends; prettier and intimidating. How could my friendship with J last? Although we went to the same small high school and graduated at the same time. After that party I don't think I spoke more than five word to her. The consequences of me standing by still haunt me. I don't think my friendship mattered enough to J to hurt her when it was gone. But knowing that I had basically abandoned a quality friend in lieu of shinier models, it bothers me to this day. When I look back on those days, I feel just as responsible for any pain she suffered, than if I had said those words myself. Sometimes standing by while some one is being hurt leaves you just as culpable.