So That Happened...

And I Didn't Even Bring Up Knots Landing

Look who I met yesterday!

Awesome, right? For the record, she was extremely nice.

Retail Therapy

Because sometimes you just have to scratch that itch.  Or in my case, itches.

This week I bought:

• This dress (mind you, I have no big party to go to until August, so this will sit in the closet until then along with all the other party dresses I have bought over the past few years.  Also, I will have to find shoes and a proper clutch to use with it.)
• These shoes (not to be worn with the aforementioned dress, and OF COURSE they are on sale NOW.  Grr.)
• Bumble and Bumble's Surf Spray (my summer hair styling product of choice).
• The 80-GB iPod Classic in Black.  My previous one (the U2 model) was almost 3 1/2 years old and it died an unceremonious death this week.  Now Jen can no longer tease me for having an old-school iPod ('It doesn't have VIDEO!')  Heh.

You'll Never Hear That Theme Song The Same Way Again

So! According to this article, composer John Williams thinks of lyrics before writing any music. Being that the latest Indiana Jones moving is coming out next week (which, EEEE!), please enjoy the heretofore unknown lyrics to the theme song of Raiders of the Lost Ark:

In-di-ana fucking Jones

In-di-ana motherfucking Jones

In-di-ana fucking Jones

Bite my ballsack you Nazis I'm Indiana fucking Jones

You're totally singing it RIGHT NOW, aren't you? I KNOW YOU ARE. Why? Because I AM TOO.

Happy Mother's Day

And now, one of my all-time favorite movie scenes:

I cry every time I see this.  Every.  Single.  Time.

I...Have No Words

DUDES.

Michelle Duggar is pregnant with her 18th child.

EIGHT.  TEEN.

I...just...um...WOW.

Shut Up, Flickr

The message I received when I logged onto my account this morning:

O HAI my username!

Now you know how to greet people in Lolspeak!

BAH.

I Think I Need A Ticketvention

Hi, everyone - sorry for the lapse in writing.  I've been a bit swamped by Real Life but I hope to get back on the post-a-day horse soon.  I know, I know - I need to finish my travelogue first, and I WILL, okay?  Stop looking at me like that.  Okay, you can look at me like that; I deserve it. 

That said, I wanted to write today about how I usually am not a concert-going person (I go to maybe one a year) but somehow I now have tickets to the following upcoming concerts (okay, I shouldn't say "somehow" as if they magically appeared on my doorstep - that would have been nice, not to mention much, much cheaper):

• George Michael at the Forum on June 25
• Dolly Parton at the Greek on August 3
• Radiohead at the Hollywood Bowl on August 24
• Neil Diamond at the Hollywood Bowl on October 1

Now all I am waiting for is for these guys to get around to announcing an L.A. date.  No, I am not kidding.

NO, IT IS NOT

Overheard in Target a few weeks ago:

Grandmother to her grandchildren: It's okay to mix black and brown.   If you have a brown belt, it's okay to wear black shoes, or vice versa.

I had to restrain myself from swooping into their conversation like a fashion-conscious bat out of hell.

If I Was Really Anti-Social, I Wouldn't Be There to Begin With

A conversation that took place this week at the local LYS:

Woman: Why are you so anti-social?

Me (looking up from my knitting and mentally picking my jaw up off the floor): Excuse me?

Woman: Why are you so anti-social?

Me (wondering if my expression clearly shows how taken aback I am by her inquiry): I'm not. I'm just a quiet person.

Woman (trying to laugh it off): Oh, I'm just giving you a hard time.

Me (to myself): YEAH RIGHT.

I will say that I can be a little subdued whenever I am in a large group (I'm much better when dealing with people in a one-on-one or small group situation), so this woman is not entirely wrong. I admit to being quieter than normal when I go to the LYS because I like listening to all the conversations taking place while doing my own thing in the corner. HOWEVER, why one would even ask that question of someone else is beyond me. I mean, really.

Some People Shouldn't Be Parents

And now, a conversation I had over the weekend:

Me (at work): Hello?

Woman: Hi. I want you to do a story on Forgetting Sarah Marshall.

Me: What kind of story? We're not affiliated with the studio, and I don't have any contact inf-

Woman (annoyed): I'm not ASKING for contact information! I want you to do a story on how Forgetting Sarah Marshall should be rated X instead of R! It's promoted for kids but it should be rated X!

Me (knowing what she is going to say but wanting to hear it anyway): Well, why do you think it should be rated X?

Woman (loudly): BECAUSE I took my kids to see this movie [emphasis mine] and in it you see a full naked male penis at least SIX TIMES! I don't know how I'm going to get that image out of my kids' heads!

Me (calmly): But, ma'am, the movie is rated R. It's not being promoted to children. It's for adults. What are your children doing seeing a rated-R movie?

Woman (even more shouty): I NEED YOU TO DO A STORY ON THIS! IT SHOULD BE RATED X! I'm trying to SAVE THE COUNTRY!!

Me (trying not to laugh): Ma'am, it's rated R. It's not FOR KIDS.

Woman (huffily): Oh, you're for it, you're for it. She's for it (directed to someone in the room).

Me: CLICK! (hangs up)