Friday, January 27, 2006

an elongated marshmallow

I'm rather thrilled about the press A Million Little Pieces is getting, not because I really care about the book either way, but I like to hear a public debate over the arts. Did you know that back in the 19th century, James M. Whistler got in a fight with someone over art and threw him through a glass window? You just don't see that sort of public discourse going on any more. I saw a bunch of video of Oprah questioning Frey and publicly shaming him. Then I just now watched a preview for this dopey Disney movie called Eight Below which is supposedly "inspired by a true story" (incidentally, so was the improbable Hidalgo but, like, what kind of idiot do you have to be? No one gets a root canal without anesthesia) and I started thinking how funny it would be if Oprah had 8 sled dogs on her show and said, "Where you trapped in Antarctica or not?"



M and I were just talking about how funny it is that Google's motto is "Do no evil" (yes, this is Friday nite conversation) and what a ridiculous world we live in that a corporation would even include the world EVIL (I assume they mean the devilish variety) in their mission statement, and THEN, not even be able to abide by their own relatively loose strictures. "Oops - we did a little evil after all." If those bastards turn our records over to the Bush administration, I'm through with Google. Somehow.

I've been too busy to blog about this weeks' Project Runway in which Tim's words cut to my very heart, because, I guess, I'm projecting too much. When he said, "People, I'm very concerned" and "She looks like an elongated marshmallow and she's such a STIFF walker" I thought, "Oh, Jesus, if Tim said all that to ME, I'D jump through a window!" I really don't know how those people went on after being devastated by Tim. I mean, Oprah tries to devastate you and you just go out and have a beer and laugh it off - but Tim... oh, Tim.

Monday, January 23, 2006


Well, I had a fabulous weekend - on Friday I hung out with my friend J and her baby, E. Or "e" rather. Then M and I saw Underworld, which was deliciously terrible. Then on Sat. we went shopping and then had dinner with the gang, then on Sunday we did some more shopping and then had a margarita while looking out on the snowy streets of Chicago. I've been doing a lot of thinking about Tim Gunn, so much that I hate to tell you how much time I spent perusing the Project Runway website, listening to his podcast and reading his blog. I learned a cool word from one of his entries: croquis - which mean "creative sketching." I like that. He also, was confused by the "tootie" remark. He wrote "...where was the vulgarity? What tooty?" (sic) Indeed. Oh, tootie! Where is thy toot?

My last semester of my master's program starts this week - I'm little nervous, per usual, but also sad, because I really love being in school and I have an idea that it's going to fly by, and also a little overwhelmed, because I want to finish my thesis by May and that's going to be tricky. Eek!

Thursday, January 19, 2006

too much tootie

If you're not watching Project Runway, I just don't know WHAT you're watching. And if you don't have a crush on Tim Gunn, I don't know WHO you have a crush on! I wish Tim Gunn would come to my house and say, "Kelly, everything you're doing is FABULOUS." and then I would know that it was true. I make the following PREDICTION: that Santino goes out in a ball of flame in the next few episodes, either because he storms out himself or because he leaps off the runway and starts punching Michael Kors, and gets kicked off, Real World-style. Anyway, it was a relief to see Emmett get the Auf Wiedersehen last night. The dude seriously creeps me out. But something left me confused, so I watched it again in one of Bravo's many replays of the show today - one of the criticisms of Emmett's outfit was that it showed "entirely too much tootie." Urban Dictionary confirms that a "tootie" is, indeed, a vagina. Who knew?

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Murphy raps

This is Murphy, my sister and brother-in-law's dog - this video is so hilarious, you're going to totally pee your pants. (click on the image to play) Hey! How'd she do that?

Monday, January 16, 2006

Colts and Robbers

So, this weekend M and I went to Indiana - to visit his grandmother and mom, and then to visit my family on Sunday. We went to my brother and my new sister-in-law's place and unwittingly found ourselves watching a Colt's game. I bet you never thought you'd find a sporting recap on my blog - but that's what I've got for you, my little cornish hen. I doubt there will be enough sport's information on my blog to fill my own secondary sports blog, like some others have done, but you never know. So, we're watching the game, and I don't know too much about football, and I'm asking my brother a lot of questions. My brother and my dad are like walking rule books of any sport you can imagine. And there's this one moment in the game where this one guy on the other team, the really cute one with long curly hair? He like, leaps over and grabs the ball and rolls on the ground and then he stands up but then he drops the ball. So, then there's this long debate over something, and eventually the umpire says that it's the Colt's ball. And even though my family members are all Colts fans, they agree that it was a bad call. Then, my brother rattles something off that sounds like it came right out the football rule book, something like "...blah blah blah and as a result it should be the stealer's ball." And I'm all impressed. Anyway, then we're watching the game some more, and someone makes another reference to "stealers" and I'm like, "Wait a minute, what is the name of the team that is playing the Colts?" and everyone's like, "Duh, the Stealers." and then it all became clear because I thought they were just referring to them as "the stealers" because they had stolen the Colts balls. See? And we all had a big laugh.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Christmas Pictures

As promised, here are some Christmas pics!

Monday, January 09, 2006

The World: Good?

Before I know it, it's going to be late January, so I'd better get some early January thoughts out there, before it's passe. In the wee early days of 2006, I've been thinking, Self, maybe the world is not such a bad place after all. And I allowed myself, in a rather unprecedented way, to experience a calm and satisfaction and happiness in my life that I had not felt for continuous days for I-hate-to-tell-you how long. This is due to a variety of factors including a tear-less holiday season, a winter that seeks not to chill me to my very bones, idyllic relations with my boo, my friends, and a new baby, a monumental task finished and a certain optimism that Things Might Be Work Out Fine. Then, what gets in the way of my peace and happiness, but The World and Brokeback Mountain. All it took was a little evening news and an Ang Lee movie to remind me that the world is, in fact, a terrible place! Where civil rights erode, miners die, Native Americans get robbed and two cowboys live a live of misery because they fear the repercussions of a hostile society that doesn't understand their love.

This very mild winter I'm enjoying is just the product of global warming! How can I experience true happiness with a Republican president in office? I don't know... nevertheless, I wish us all joy (Joy!?!) in 2006.