Good... And Good for You

happy birthday li'l rambo. or brand new michael ott. either way. and congratulations liz and chris.

ya, having been on the receiving end of it, i definitely feel guilty for liking some people better when they're not around. my stupid head idealizes people. and then i hang out with them and think, "hu...you're better in my head." that can't be healthy, right? preferring the imaginary version of people seems kind of mad hatterish and warped. but there it is. i had this one junior high friend who, when we went to college, became a letter friend. after 3 years of emails and letters and presenting each other with the very best, very funniest versions of ourselves, hanging out was a huge let down. for them. that's the sad part. they were just as funny and interesting in real life. and i was not. as hard as i tried i could never get them to stop thinking, "hu... you're better in my head." i'm still kind of mad about it. and mad that i do the same thing to other people. a very, merry unbirthday to you.

yesterday i turned on the radio and weezer's "sweater song" came on... or so i thought. after 20 seconds of gleeful singing at the top of my lungs... "if you want to deeestroy my sweater woh-oo-woh-oo-wOh pull this thread as i walk away as i walk awaeeay! ..." i realized that, hey, this isn't the sweater song, it's "beverly hills". my beloved "sweater song" has been dressed up in 2005 trendyness, sold it's soul, had it's heart ripped out, and has been passed off as a new weezer hit. apparently weezer, having run the full spectrum of possible hit songs, has decided to start from the beginning. if they tear apart the "buddy holly" song, i'm totally taking them off the favorite music portion of my profile. losers.

not all chick flicks are bad movies. not all bad movies are chick flicks. not all chicks will like "ella enchanted" and "bed of roses" just because they're chicks and chicks love stuff like that. that soapbox stated... the bestest, chickiest, chick flick EVER is "the slipper and the rose" . the abundance of powdered wigs and the somewhat effeminate prince charming (richard chamberlain) might scare the men- the same way "pride and prejudice" and "steel magnolias" does- but the chickies find it delightful. and once you take the senile queen mother and the song "protocoligorically correct" into account it blows all other cinderella based movies away (not to belittle disney, or rogers and hammerstein, or even "if the shoe fits" starring rob lowe and jennifer grey (post "dirty dancing", pre nose job) who plays a struggling shoe designer with magical shoes that transform her into a super model, although as f...

i hate that face people make when they think i'm being offputting because i'm getting really excited about something they've never heard of. some of you are probably making it right now. people give me that face a lot when i start talking about how much i love that one dr. pepper commercial with the guy who goes to yoga class with his girlfriend, and buys her tampons, but when she tries to take a sip of his soda, he runs out the door and into the night. and meatloaf's song "i would do anything for love" is playing in the background. and i love it! for months i've loved that commercial. my roomates and i would refuse to channel surf during commercial breaks because we didn't want to miss it. it finally answers the "won't do what?" question that i've shouted at my radio for the past decade or so. "you'll do anything for love, but you won't do that?... won't do what?... won't do what??? you're killing me meatloaf...

last night i dreamt that kim fields was making fun of my outfit. never again will i wear argyle socks to bed.

being a huge cinema buff, i have the luxury of being able to connect every aspect and thought of my life to some sort of movie quote. it takes the pressure off of having to produce original thoughts and conversation... sally: look, there is no point in my going out with someone i might really like if i met him at the right time but who right now has no chance of being anything to me but a transitional man. marie: okay, okay. but don't wait too long. do you remember david warsaw? his wife left him, and everyone said, give him some time, don't move in too fast, and six months later he was dead. sally: what are you saying? i should marry someone right away in case he's about to die? alice: at least you can say you were married. marie: i'm saying the right man for you might be out there right now and if you don't grab him, someone else will and you'll have to spend the rest of your life knowing that someone else is married to your husband. * *this is one of my favor...

if maturity means... *not piling up bean bag chairs and jumping into them, *not giggling at the word "duty" in church hymns, *not head banging to "bohemian rhapsody" in the car ...then i want no part of it.