10 years ago
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Mark that Trade
'They trademark everything! If someone farts they trademark it. *Makes fart noise* — TM.'
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
2: 2/2
Lucy turns 2 today...
Time has flown by, though it's been a long journey--quite literally from Ava, Missouri where we found her in May 2007 at the tender age of 3 months. We bought a house with a big yard, and five days after we moved in, Lucy showed up at Salt Lake International on a rainy Saturday morning (pet adoption advocates, please withhold stones until I'm done with this post. Thanks).
Paul really didn't know what to expect, as he only grew up with cats and he didn't care much for the slobbery, dopey Basset Hounds his former roommate owned. But he quickly came around and now he and Lucy are the ultimate buddies. She knows to park between his legs when we eat dinner at the coffee table, and in the summer he's her companion for evenings and weekends in the yard, and mountain hikes.
We didn't really know what an Irish Terrier was two years ago, but after I did some research upon deciding I wanted my first very own pooch, we determined it would be a great breed. Somewhat small (Lucy's 23 pounds), pretty sporty, not terribly obnoxious, good with children, beautiful ginger coat and a non-shedder. Well, all of them but the last turned out to be true, but I put up with the hair (and the anal juice) because she's a swell girl who loves her daddies. She may occasionally jump on our fashion-conscious friends when they enter the house, but she's just excited and loves her time with the girls.
A little back story: Lucy and her sister were the last to go in their litter. They had to stay a bit longer for health checks because the litter was so big that the owners had to bottle-feed the two runts. We asked about getting her sister at the time, but she was already taken. Incidentally, her owners had to give her up last year and we came across her listing and inquired. I think her owners sent her to the highest breeding bidder. Everyone's loss! But at least we have a where-are-they-now photo update.
I suppose that's all in the past, and we have to follow LuLu's example and live in the present. So Happy Birthday, LucyBears! I wish you didn't have to bear the burden of two full-time workers, but hopefully the treats, the lunchtime walks, and your time spent playing with Oliver come close to making up for it.
I'll leave you with some pictures from Lucy's recent Christmas holiday in Montana, where the snow doth fall and the wind doth blow!
Time has flown by, though it's been a long journey--quite literally from Ava, Missouri where we found her in May 2007 at the tender age of 3 months. We bought a house with a big yard, and five days after we moved in, Lucy showed up at Salt Lake International on a rainy Saturday morning (pet adoption advocates, please withhold stones until I'm done with this post. Thanks).
Paul really didn't know what to expect, as he only grew up with cats and he didn't care much for the slobbery, dopey Basset Hounds his former roommate owned. But he quickly came around and now he and Lucy are the ultimate buddies. She knows to park between his legs when we eat dinner at the coffee table, and in the summer he's her companion for evenings and weekends in the yard, and mountain hikes.
We didn't really know what an Irish Terrier was two years ago, but after I did some research upon deciding I wanted my first very own pooch, we determined it would be a great breed. Somewhat small (Lucy's 23 pounds), pretty sporty, not terribly obnoxious, good with children, beautiful ginger coat and a non-shedder. Well, all of them but the last turned out to be true, but I put up with the hair (and the anal juice) because she's a swell girl who loves her daddies. She may occasionally jump on our fashion-conscious friends when they enter the house, but she's just excited and loves her time with the girls.
A little back story: Lucy and her sister were the last to go in their litter. They had to stay a bit longer for health checks because the litter was so big that the owners had to bottle-feed the two runts. We asked about getting her sister at the time, but she was already taken. Incidentally, her owners had to give her up last year and we came across her listing and inquired. I think her owners sent her to the highest breeding bidder. Everyone's loss! But at least we have a where-are-they-now photo update.
I suppose that's all in the past, and we have to follow LuLu's example and live in the present. So Happy Birthday, LucyBears! I wish you didn't have to bear the burden of two full-time workers, but hopefully the treats, the lunchtime walks, and your time spent playing with Oliver come close to making up for it.
I'll leave you with some pictures from Lucy's recent Christmas holiday in Montana, where the snow doth fall and the wind doth blow!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Forget High School, We Need a Romy & Michele Re-Union
I love Romy & Michele's High School Reunion. Probably my most quotable movie, and that's saying a lot. So if you're a fan, great. If not, screw off. If you haven't seen it, rent it. But I don't have the focus to properly confess my love for the 1997 not-as-dumb-as-you-think blond classic. Time is of the essence, we're already behind production schedule for a sequel. Nothing proved this more than the "Sex and the City" feature length, with some of the Fab Four's faces clearing melting like that Dali painting.
What really sparked this idea was watching a bit of Mira Sorvino in NBC's miniseries "The Last Templar," and realizing she was essentially Romy chasing down some da Vinci Code-esque ancient relic. OK let me remind you this Mira has a Harvard degree in East Asian Studies and speaks fluent Mandarin. But I still see Romy in this latest thing.
This proposed sequel, which is under the working title of "Romy & Michele's Visitation Rites," could totally happen if the original fantastic screenwriter was up for it. None of the film's principal cast really struck A-List Gold, so don't give me crap about ballooning budgets and whiney actors not wanting to commit. The original is a cult classic. Do your fans a service!
Let's-a-go: We last left off with Romy and Michele folding scarves at their very own L.A. boutique, made possible by multimillionaire mogul classmate Sandy Frink (aka The Frinkazoid). Well, Romy & Michele's has firmly established its success serving the Hollywood Elite (maybe a cameo or two here of the clients they've attracted. Julia Roberts, can you hear us? What a great way to tie the opening sequence into the "Pretty Woman" opening in the first. They could totally drop that joking "We have nothing for you here. Please leave!" line on her buddy-buddy-like. But Paris, Lindsay or Jessica S.: stay away!).
Ten years have gone by, and they've already proven how awesome they are to Sagebrush High Class of '87. The A Group couldn't hold these two down then, and they're still like, some of the most successful people in their entire graduating class! Here are some plot ramblings:
--Romy & Michele decided to each carry a child from the same father after managing to accidentally conceive on the same day. This was a result of their decision to try Lesbianism by the time they hit 30, and they decided to test the waters by first trying a threesome. This would make the girls 8 or so. I would love to see them be stylish little smart-asses who can outwit their mothers (like that's hard to do). I could totally see Romy and Michele approaching cougar-hood, "dating" their trainers and, of course, sharing a Valley home together. Cue some awesome toy pooches!
--Speaking of family ties, how great would it be to have R&S stop by their parents' house before the reunion? The casting would have to be perfect for the moms. I don't imagine matriarchal gal pals, but not complete opposite mothers either. Hmm Michele's blond Jewish mom...Barbra Streisand? No, have to think about this more. But I do imagine bejeweled track suits for M's mom, Romy's mom a bit more grounded. But I have some great casting for siblinghood! I am absolutely convinced that Jennifer Westfeldt could be Michele's sister (she'd have to play it a bit more brainy, as is her approach, and maybe she could get her hottie real-life boyfriend Jon Hamm to play that super-sperm donor; he's already proven his comedic chops on SNL). And just cuz I'm always looking out for her, Parker Posey could play a pretty convincing Romy's sister (provided she can pull off a surfer's accent). Maybe she could really be an inventor or scientist (rather than a designer).
--Heather Mooney must be in this movie! After all, she's like Michele's baby girl who smokes and says 'shit' a lot! I imagine with the oppressive U.S. smoking laws, Heather has sought refuge in Europe to continue her chain-smoking in peace, and to capitalize on her Lady Fair cigarettes (the ones that burn down really quick). She visits Romy and Michele for a little bit in L.A. before all joining forces for Tucson. I would love to see Justin Theroux in a little establishing sequence as Clarence the Cowboy, but I'm not so sure Heather would stay with him this long.
--I can't find much to say about The A Group. They're kind of stunted characters, don't you find? They would have to be there, but their jokes would run dry really quick. Perhaps Christy Masters could be a total wreck, but the other two hangers-on finally decided to "think for themselves for once" and do something interesting with their lives. Toby Walters would still be her annoying, giddy self. She's done the family thing and what not.
So to that end, I think it would be kind of great if R&S were so caught up in their own absorbing lives that they only stopped by the reunion's drunken sadness for the last 10-15 minutes of the movie, as opposed to all the reunion tension and forethought in the first installment.
So I might not be the one to fill in all the dialogue, but this NEEDS to happen before it's too late. It's almost too late. Hopefully the screenwriter Google alerts these references and gets in touch. I'd love to do business, sweetie, and there's more where this came from! C'mon, the TV prequel was a reported dud. Correct these wrongs and bring these two unforgettable characters into the present! And if you find it's too late for a 20, there's technically 3 more years to get out a 25-year!
What really sparked this idea was watching a bit of Mira Sorvino in NBC's miniseries "The Last Templar," and realizing she was essentially Romy chasing down some da Vinci Code-esque ancient relic. OK let me remind you this Mira has a Harvard degree in East Asian Studies and speaks fluent Mandarin. But I still see Romy in this latest thing.
This proposed sequel, which is under the working title of "Romy & Michele's Visitation Rites," could totally happen if the original fantastic screenwriter was up for it. None of the film's principal cast really struck A-List Gold, so don't give me crap about ballooning budgets and whiney actors not wanting to commit. The original is a cult classic. Do your fans a service!
Let's-a-go: We last left off with Romy and Michele folding scarves at their very own L.A. boutique, made possible by multimillionaire mogul classmate Sandy Frink (aka The Frinkazoid). Well, Romy & Michele's has firmly established its success serving the Hollywood Elite (maybe a cameo or two here of the clients they've attracted. Julia Roberts, can you hear us? What a great way to tie the opening sequence into the "Pretty Woman" opening in the first. They could totally drop that joking "We have nothing for you here. Please leave!" line on her buddy-buddy-like. But Paris, Lindsay or Jessica S.: stay away!).
Ten years have gone by, and they've already proven how awesome they are to Sagebrush High Class of '87. The A Group couldn't hold these two down then, and they're still like, some of the most successful people in their entire graduating class! Here are some plot ramblings:
--Romy & Michele decided to each carry a child from the same father after managing to accidentally conceive on the same day. This was a result of their decision to try Lesbianism by the time they hit 30, and they decided to test the waters by first trying a threesome. This would make the girls 8 or so. I would love to see them be stylish little smart-asses who can outwit their mothers (like that's hard to do). I could totally see Romy and Michele approaching cougar-hood, "dating" their trainers and, of course, sharing a Valley home together. Cue some awesome toy pooches!
--Speaking of family ties, how great would it be to have R&S stop by their parents' house before the reunion? The casting would have to be perfect for the moms. I don't imagine matriarchal gal pals, but not complete opposite mothers either. Hmm Michele's blond Jewish mom...Barbra Streisand? No, have to think about this more. But I do imagine bejeweled track suits for M's mom, Romy's mom a bit more grounded. But I have some great casting for siblinghood! I am absolutely convinced that Jennifer Westfeldt could be Michele's sister (she'd have to play it a bit more brainy, as is her approach, and maybe she could get her hottie real-life boyfriend Jon Hamm to play that super-sperm donor; he's already proven his comedic chops on SNL). And just cuz I'm always looking out for her, Parker Posey could play a pretty convincing Romy's sister (provided she can pull off a surfer's accent). Maybe she could really be an inventor or scientist (rather than a designer).
--Heather Mooney must be in this movie! After all, she's like Michele's baby girl who smokes and says 'shit' a lot! I imagine with the oppressive U.S. smoking laws, Heather has sought refuge in Europe to continue her chain-smoking in peace, and to capitalize on her Lady Fair cigarettes (the ones that burn down really quick). She visits Romy and Michele for a little bit in L.A. before all joining forces for Tucson. I would love to see Justin Theroux in a little establishing sequence as Clarence the Cowboy, but I'm not so sure Heather would stay with him this long.
--I can't find much to say about The A Group. They're kind of stunted characters, don't you find? They would have to be there, but their jokes would run dry really quick. Perhaps Christy Masters could be a total wreck, but the other two hangers-on finally decided to "think for themselves for once" and do something interesting with their lives. Toby Walters would still be her annoying, giddy self. She's done the family thing and what not.
So to that end, I think it would be kind of great if R&S were so caught up in their own absorbing lives that they only stopped by the reunion's drunken sadness for the last 10-15 minutes of the movie, as opposed to all the reunion tension and forethought in the first installment.
So I might not be the one to fill in all the dialogue, but this NEEDS to happen before it's too late. It's almost too late. Hopefully the screenwriter Google alerts these references and gets in touch. I'd love to do business, sweetie, and there's more where this came from! C'mon, the TV prequel was a reported dud. Correct these wrongs and bring these two unforgettable characters into the present! And if you find it's too late for a 20, there's technically 3 more years to get out a 25-year!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Endless possibilities
I'm not usually one for fashion blogging, but I'd like to thank Endless.com for delivering my new, casual/formal transition shoes yesterday. I returned the first boring and tight-fitting pair last week, marking my first purchase ever with this massive online shoe emporium. I then decided to order this pair:
Those in the know know that I've had a very difficult time finding a nice pair of shoes on conventional racks. Also, I have a little love affair with naturally flawed camel and red leathers. All in all, these shoes fit the bill. They're from Bed:Stu, a maker I've just come to know this month. They flatter my narrow feet without looking elfin, and the exaggerated lip makes them look like a bit like boots. They have a much-desired '70s feel to them. And they smell great and feel Italian, just like a good quality leather shoe should.
I'm tempted to order the ash pair as well, but I usually refrain from the collect-all-color approach.
Those in the know know that I've had a very difficult time finding a nice pair of shoes on conventional racks. Also, I have a little love affair with naturally flawed camel and red leathers. All in all, these shoes fit the bill. They're from Bed:Stu, a maker I've just come to know this month. They flatter my narrow feet without looking elfin, and the exaggerated lip makes them look like a bit like boots. They have a much-desired '70s feel to them. And they smell great and feel Italian, just like a good quality leather shoe should.
I'm tempted to order the ash pair as well, but I usually refrain from the collect-all-color approach.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
January's not feeling so harsh
This forecast has me thinking I live in predictable Southern California (minus 30 degrees or so).
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