Wednesday, January 16, 2008

I Miss the '80s, dontcha?

If you haven't seen this clip, you have yet to meet your personal hero. This kid is everything that teenagers have forgotten to be since the '80s, when they idolized background characters in high school romantic comedies. Watch it. Love it.

Doggie Wagon

I love this image of a man on the Oakland Park Ave bridge in Fort Lauderdale.

It's so typically and totally Ft. L. Yes, that's a big, brown dog getting towed in the wagon and, yes, I'm pretty sure that man is wearing plaid Jamz.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Friday, January 4, 2008

And I had a baby...This is the Shi...!

Just kidding! Rain did. Look at how beautiful Sid is:


This was the shi... Everyone together with their close ones and in the middle the tiniest of all the little ones ever.

La Spada's was crowded when I visited with Sweet to the Bronco

Sweet to the Bronco can't resist the sweet peppers at La Spadas:



It seems like no one else can resist the sweet peppers either:



We ate a big, yummy cheese hoagie with the La Spada guy's grandma's secret recipe from Jersey. I was still recovering from the Bodies exhibit the day before -- puke!

Fort Lauderdale for the Holidays: A Wild Adventure

I spent the holidays in Fort Lauderdale, my hometown, and it was relaxing and just a lot of fun. I was so tired, though. I didn't even know why, but I hardly had the energy to do anything.
Hardly doesn't mean didn't though. I let "Aunt" Kathy wear my red Christmas jumper. See below:




John listened to all, well most, of my problems. I still have a ton of secrets that I can't wait to share with him:









This was a pretty interesting moment too:















I went for a ride in the MOONVAN with the Horgans, my boyfriend's family.
That's Captain Misty (short for Mister Horgan):













We went to the disgusting Bodies exhibit (puke), which I hated (except for the fact that it is an intensive anatomy lesson and demonstrates how important breathing is to overall health) and then we all went to Cheesecake Factory (gross).

Brit's Smile

Sometimes I think that Brit smiles because she's so embarrassed that she just doesn't know what to do anymore. It's terrifying to think that someone with that much money and that much opportunity to live just can't live any kind of life. It's trabs. It's trabs. It's terrible.

This Britney Shiz is Unbelievable

I guess this is what happens when girls are encouraged to lie about who they are and to perpetuate the myth of today's bankrupt femininity. The essence of women getting their value from external sources (men, from daddy to hubby) and from how they behave (sexy, for example) is the very opposite of self-esteem (understanding your human value with out having to justify it). Go to TMZ and look at Brit's blank face. Poor crazy rich girl.

Juno: "honest to blog", it's lamer than you think it is even if you think you liked it.

Sometimes, a little slice of pop culture like Juno comes along and seems to set the world on fire. Is the world really on fire? Is Juno really enjoyable, or do you just spend most of the time watching the movie preparing to laugh. It's almost like the marketing campaign and the intrigue of another off-the-mark indie-hipster cliche flick convinced people that they should be "getting it" and laughing even though you'd have to be retarded to laugh during this movie. It reminds me of a lame band that I hate called the Moldy Peaches.

Has anyone been sooo over it before?
My boyfriend dragged me to watch them at the Manuel Artime theater in Miami, and as I sat there watching the most annoying people I'd ever seen in my life dance around like they were putting on a skit for grandma, what really puzzled me was why the audience seemed to like it so much. Come to think of it, at the end of Juno the two characters sing a Moldy Peaches song to each other as they strum acoustic guitars. I don't know what's worse, but the audience seemed to like that too. Am I taking crazy pills? Not today anyway.

Also, it's a pretty ridiculous, movie-ruining notion that the Juno character - cute, smart, whatever Ellen Page is most likely - would really fall in love with the Paulie Bleeker (father of the her baby) character -- a character that seems like something Wes Anderson might have farted onto a page in high school - when he's ignored her needs and issues for 9 months. Ellen Page: yay. Diablo Cody: naybe (Is that as clever as "Honest to Blog?"). Michael Cera: nay.