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?

Man Candy

Let me preface this by saying that I have never seen all of My Own Private Idaho. I have seen portions. I remember that Matt Dillon is in it. Was Kevin Bacon in it? If so then they would have be reunited in Wild Things which is the first lesbian kiss I had seen and the first movie I ever saw a shlong. (and it had to be the Bacon's didn't it?)*

No I haven't seen all of MOPI, (shortened because I'm lazy) but I do know this, there is a gay plot line. And because of the gay plot line I have heard on several occasions that MOPI is slang for a gay man or at least a homo erotic moment. Before there was the term "Brokebackian" the was My Own Private Idaho. Though something tells me that Brokeback Mountain was a little more forthcoming on the man on man candy scenes.

I brought the idea of this term to my father who is Idahoan. (Seriously spell check, that's how you spell it? Okay…) I delightfully informed him that the Term My Own Private Idaho is one that references young gay men. He thought it was quite funny and proceeded to call up several of his friends in Idaho to tell them. I haven't heard if they think it's as funny as he did.

Mr. plays a game online, some space shoot 'em game. On the game they have an erotica board where people post pictures of women in bikinis on top of cars. Recently someone has been posting shirtless pictures of Cristian Renaldo on there. While I find this very funny and slight tantalizing, Mr. is extremely put off by this. I tried to remind him that it is a Erotica board and that not everyone's definition of erotica is a tanorexic woman in dental floss straddling a GTO. I think all he heard was straddling….

*[Fuck...So neither Matt Dillion nor Kevin Bacon were in MOPI. So apparently I am just talking out my ass and didn't pay attention at all. Sorry Gus! Well, I stand by my shlong comment. Not cool Bacon, still not cool.]

The definition of déjà vu…

 I am a totally Movie Junkie. I recently was berating a coworker for never seeing Crybaby. (one of my favorite movies of all time.) But then I realized there are so many movies that have impacted our culture that I have never seen. 

So I set off on a necessary path to righteousness, or at least to see Pretty in Pink. I loved the Breakfast Club and have always held a little flame for Emilio Estevez since Mighty Ducks fame. (Pacey Whitter! Hello!) But the biggest surprise about PIP is not the monstrocity that was Molly Ringwald's prom dress. ( I get it, she was an individual who was fashion forward and everyone else just didn't get it. Nevertheless, that dress was fucking ugly.)

No, the biggest surprise was seeing James Spader in his younger years. I am not a huge fan of his, honestly I've seen him in a few movies but forget what they are after viewing them. It's like that, with one big exception.

Secretary.

One scoop of creamed potatoes. A slice of butter. Four peas. Ah, dinner never sounded so sexy.

 

Oh Dear Lord, how much do I love this movie! The chemistry between Spader and Gyllenhal is electric. They are both such fucked up individuals who find each other. I know that some people might be turned off my Sub/Dom relationships and it certainly isn't the Notebook class love story. But when you look past the fact that they are brought together by subversive means; it is a real love story. It's about how people can hold others at arm's length at times and how love can help us want to be better people, with spankings— And carrots— and riding crops.

Watching this movie also made me realize how many movies are out there that I haven't yet seen. Including Reality Bites. You know the movie about laissez faire twenty something's trying to find their way. It has Winona before she got all sticky fingers, Ben Stiller looking super young and yuppyish, Steve Zahn who was recently quoted in Rolling Stone to saying "if you google Steve Zahn's ass you'll get like 10 images." (and of course now I can't find the link to save my life...) and  Janeane Garofalo before…well before she disappeared, I guess.



Speaking of her— I totally though that she was the voice of Daria, you know the cartoon that was on MTV in the late 90's? Or was it early 2000's? Who knows…

Any ways watching the movie I couldn't help but think about how handsome that Ethan Hawke was. He was so perfect in the movie as the brooding, Kurt Cobain wanna be. It was adorable even when he was being a huge douche and singing that Violent Femmes song; Add it up. (Which totally won me over—I love that song)

I look at your pants and I need a kiss. 

Some witty title about country music

Is it just me or does the cute member of Rascall Flatts have mad gay face? I don't think he could be gay, because I'm pretty sure he married a super model or a stripper or something like that*. I don't remember…

Jo Don Rooney, I wish I could say I made that name up.

There was a point that I loved country music. My friends and I used to cruise around listening to Kenny Chesney at top volume. I dreamed of Tim McGraw and had a major girl crush on Faith Hill. I even went to see Rascall Flatts at the Tacoma Dome in 2005. Their song "I'm moving on" was a huge motivator in deciding to move down to Arizona with my husband. I enjoy partaking in the simpler things. Every summer we go out on the lake, drink Coors Light and burn to a crispy fuchsia.

This picture was taken after two bottles of gas station champagne and a smushed ham sandwich.

But around the time of the Dixie Chicks Top of the World controversy, I stopped liking it. I blame Toby Keith. He totally turned country music off to me. Now when I listen to country all I can think of is that man making comments about the Dixie Chicks (Who transcend country music) accusing them of being unpatriotic and even traitors for speaking their minds? I had thought that music could bring people together but apparently in some circles, country music is a good ol' boys game. It makes me sad.


[*just found out his wife was a playmate…and they named their son Jagger]

The beginning of the end

I thought I knew what it was to love something. I had dated my husband for five years before getting married. I had shows that I watched religously. I thought I knew happiness.Up until September of 2008 I had never known obsession. Times were simpler then. I was a newlywed who helped my friends planning their weddings. I would go out with friends. I like to hike sometimes with my husband. We had no idea what would happen to me in a few months.

If only we knew what was in store......

It was Momma Sorrow who told me to read the books. I said I wasn't interested in reading a book about vampires that was written for twelve year olds. She urged me to try it. To placate her I took the book home. I began to read and finished the book that night. After work I went to the store and bought all four books in hardback. (Mr. Sorrow was not happy about that) I devoured the books in less then a week. I cried in New Moon. I spit on my book during eclipse. I stayed up until three in the morning finishing Breaking Dawn. My normally clean house became a disaster zone. I refused to do any housework and Mr.Sorrow had to remind me to eat.

When I reread them. I read them cover to cover, back to back until the movie came out. I saw the movie three days in a row at the theater. I went by myself book in hand and waited in line behind a group of prepubescent girls with Team Edward shirts. I kept my hood up to not be noticed by any of my peers. I confided in my best friend my obsession and she too soon was hooked. Together we saw the movie seven times. (Mind you that was together, we each saw in alone at least twice) We watched The Goblet Of Fire just to see R.Patz and then we watched the hours of special features. We then watched The Order of the Phoenix just to see his picture move for about two seconds. Pathetic yes. Worth it? Shit Yeah.

Hello there my young lover

Thank goodness you we're of age when this picture was taken.

We preordered the movie the day it was avaliable. I was done for. Eventually I began to acknowledge the hubby sometime around February. Since then I have walked a delicate line between abandonment and good wife.