I suppose it’s quite possibly insane that my best friend is a 61 year old man. Perhaps I love him so much because he’s the only person I know who doesn’t really think I’m mad. Well, he probably does think I’m mad, but he is certainly under the impression that my madness is just fine and he has never once ever looked at me like I have lost the plot. It nice to have that kind of un-dramatic calming figure constantly in the back ground. Someone to go to with all the intense current affairs of my rather scrambled life and then get to feel completely unterrified about any of it. And to know that if anyone loves me enough to share wisdom in a completely unbiased and agenda-free way it is this man. If no one on the planet knows me, this man does. The joy derived from such a truth is a unique and incomparably special one. more »
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I forgot about friends. No. I’m lying. I didn’t forget. I just thought that it was normal for them all to go away after highschool. Stupid isn’t it? How easily an idea imprints itself in your head and then fobs itself off as normalcy. Our parents and grandparents are always telling us that being a kid is the best part of life, and while we’re kids we don’t believe them, but then we get to the being a grown up part of life, and we realise they’re pretty much right about everything else so they MUST have been right about that one too. Right? I’m not so sure anymore. I’m starting to wonder if that particular idea doesn’t grow out of being married for so many years… And besides that, those same people who said all that stuff about being a kid are the same people who told us that the crusts were the healthiest part of the bread… more »
I’ve been watching Friends for the past couple of weeks and have been feeling all cheerful and quippy because of it. Perhaps it’s not an achievement to be proud of but I might be able to quote every line from every single episode of Friends.I have the whole box set and I’ve probably seen the entire series at least six or seven times. We’re talking almost a hundred hours of viewing here. Times seven. I don’t even want to work out how many consecutive days worth that would be! But I can’t deny the healing properties of a good laugh so I make no excuses for it. I am quite sure that it is completely possible to judge your compatibility with someone simply by establishing who their favourite Friends character is. I usually work well with the Rosses, Rachels and Chandlers – although strangely I’ve lately come to the conclusion that I might be very much like Monica (minus the manic OCD cleanliness thing). Weird but true.
I don’t know what it is about this man that has me literally going weak at the knees but he really just REALLY does it for me in a ridiculously huge and insane way. It’s not just his looks or his build that get me (definitely got “my type” down perfectly in that department) but he just has that whole manly thing about him that I find so damn irresistible. And he can’t hide it from character to character because it’s obviously just who he is! That strong type who you just know you couldn’t feel anything but safe with. He seems honest. Maybe that’s it. And he seems clean and he looks like he smells good. Ok. Yes I’m projecting quite a fantasy here, but if I could have him alone on a deserted island I would know without a doubt that God definitely finds me extra special *sigh*
So the last couple of posts have been a little…erm…well…rantish. So much so that I myself suggested that I should rename by blog Bitchfest 2009. I have therefore decided to remind you all that I’m quite nice and I don’t hate everything even though I may come across that way sometimes.
Lorelai Gilmore is my hero. I would be able to answer the question “If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be?” without hesitation: Lorelai. Not Lauren Graham. Lorelai.
Not many things inspire me so much as the thought of this show and it’s quite ridiculous how owning the entire series makes me so happy. It’s completely not a materialistic thing at all; the show simply has me awed. Imagine the team work that goes into creating something like that! Someone created this world of blissful insanity in their head, and somehow a whole bunch of people got together and made it work so seemingly effortlessly. There is so much talent in every crevice of that show, from the writers to the set designers to the costume directors and every single actor and actress that steps foot on that set.
My favourite thing about it is the same reason that Gilmore Girls has so many closet fans: the insane and random references to anything and everything. It’s like a brain challenge!! And “getting it” somehow brings about a bit of a euphoric sense of superiority. I firmly believe that you can easily gauge a person’s intelligence level simply by observing their response to this show. When last were you able to make such a claim?
But what Gilmore Girls mostly feeds with me is my intense passion for character. Somehow the television industry has suddenly cottoned on to quirkiness in a delightfully big way and you find it everywhere. I love it! Ever since Ally McBeal quirkiness has become a bit of a trend. There are very few television programmes that don’t contain at least one or two particularly far out characters. And this art form is so constantly evolving and growing that it is quite a phenomena to behold. No more are we faced with ordinary people living relatively ordinary lives. Instead the tv industry has blessed us with intense colour. Temperence in Bones, Walter in Fringe, Barney in How I Met Your Mother, The Biscuit in Ally McBeal, Sheldon in The Big Bang Theory, Alan and Denny in Boston Legal. All of these are good examples of how average shows are made special by adding intensely and other-worldly colourful characters. But none of these shows does it so well as the Gilmore Girls. Where else do you find a show where each and every character has been so perfectly crafted with it’s own unique brand of insanity. It is sheer brilliance with which you cannot argue.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to go and put on seaon one…
Ohmigod!!! I learnt SOOOOOOOOOOO many things from this movie!!
1. I learnt that Scarlette Johansson looks crap as a blonde.
2. I learnt that Jennifer Aniston seriously needs to add a few carbs to her diet.
3. …..and….and….um….wait….there HAS to be another one! Hmmm… What WAS it? Oh yes!!! There’s absolutely NOTHING profound in stating the obvious. It’s kind of like when someone answers a rhetorical question….
I knew I was going to hate this movie. Why? Because when the book came out I saw the guy who wrote it on Oprah and he reminded me of Mark McGrath and I hate that guy! And I also knew I was going to hate it because let’s just say the gushingly great reviews it got were from friends who are the type of people who tell you that you don’t look so fat anymore. (Funny enough these same friends are also dating some of the worst people I have ever met.) more »
Seeing as I have a failed marriage and an ex fiance under my belt already I would never presume to give advice on how to make relationships work – in fact I have simply come to the conclusion that they either work marginally on their own or they just don’t work at all. That whole “you have to work at a relationship” lecture? Absolute bollocks. It makes no damn difference. Especially not if the working is one sided – and it’s the one-sidedness that leads to the need for work so whichever way you look at it you’re screwed. Figuratively at least. Literally? Probably not… more »
I planned to write this post on Friday but – thankfully – ran out of time and then changed my mind about it. Then over the weekend I got an email from an aquaintence telling me that the stuff i write on Twitter is probably scaring men away because I come off as bitter and homicidal. So now i’m kind of back to wanting to write it because I think it should be said that although I might be the common denominator in all that I am about to disclose, I have very little to do with any of it and therefore cannot be held responsible for the logical conclusion that men are ceritfiable. more »
- All hairdressers should possess some form of magic power. If yours does not, find a new one.
- Sushi is for trend sheep. Yes – it tastes just fine. But hello? Steak? pffft!
- Under absolutely no circumstances should you ever use the word “dramaqueen” as the password for things you use on a daily basis such as email, internet banking facebook etc. It seriously screws with your psyche and brings on the drama! Don’t do it…
- The greatest pick-me-up for girl blues is a pair of red stilettos.
- There is no such thing as uncomplicated sex.
- “Eat me, I’m a muffin” is not an acceptable pick up line. On this planet or any other.
- All men are guilty of being typical until proven innocent.
- Corriander tastes like stink bug. Let’s just be adult about it now and stop putting it in the salad! (Just don’t leave it out of the Thai food)
- Having money is an acceptable reason for choosing a man. The sooner we admit this, the sooner it will be acceptable to marry for abs and ass.
- The only reason grey exists between the black and white is because we continuously insist on putting it there.
- It is quite possible, even probable, that Dylan Moran is God.
- Those who believe that love is not enough have simply never met a love that was.
- A partner should be a magical addition to your soul, but never a completion of it.
- Music sounds better when you’re single.
- There is little so effective in uplifting one’s mood as flirting with a cute boy/girl in the traffic.
- Never ever be so stupid as to fall in love with someone’s potential!
- Never judge a person by the first impression that they make on you. Especially not if it’s a good one! How often we fall for people because during those first few hours they seem so interesting – and then end up spending an entire relationship waiting for that person to become interesting again.
- You can’t watch too much of The L Word and expect to stay completely straight.
- Never EVER hook up with someone at the beginning of the night. Invariably (or with me at least) you will change your mind about wanting to hang out with them (or they kiss really badly and your gag reflux is working up) and you will be stuck having them follow you around all night. Save it for the end. That way you can extend the night if you want to, or go home with a pleasant memory, or have an excuse to get the hell out of there so that you can work on forgetting the whole thing ever happened as soon as possible.
- NEVER date a man who doesn’t have transport!!
- Never save an outfit for a special occasion. Not because you never know when you might die blah blah but because you might just find that by the time you get around to wearing that outfit or that pair of shoes or those earrings etc they’re either shrunk or you don’t like them anymore.
- Always wear nice underwear.
I went to watch Harry Potter with my ex boyfriend tonight. For some reason us both being die-hard Harry fans was a good enough reason to allow for such a thing. Now I would like to say off bat that it was in no way any sort of subtle manipulation on my part to get the guy back or make him regret leaving me or anything like that. Believe me – there was never any love lost between us. (This is the guy I broke up with on the night that lead to the whole algoa-lesbian debacle.)
Well – I learned a few things tonight:
1.) There really was no love lost.
2.) Plantonic movie watching kind of sucks. Especially when it’s a movie that you’re ridiculously excited to see. I think my odd over-expressions of joy may have been interpreted as a sucky attempt to get back together (erm…no…not gonna happen..thank GOD I didn’t shag him!) But really – going to the movies is for friends or boys you like. It’s just weird when you can’t bury your head in someone’s shoulder during the scary parts because you know he’ll get all oh-shame-she-still-likes-me about it. *gag*
3.) Rupert Grint is HOT! I’m sorry I know it makes me a complete peodophile but he’s adorable! The way he stands just GETS me. I now refuse to snog anyone who isn’t British.
4.) I also have a crush on Helena Bonham Carter. Again.
5.) Apparently my ex broke up with ME. Oops…. In that case honey I kind of cheated on you…a LOT (and that’s just counting the night I thought I broke up with you…before that is a whole other story….)
6.) But I think what I mostly learnt is that these post-love-of-my-life (ie rebound) relationships are SO necessary to the healing process. Which of course you don’t realise at the time but once that rebound is out of your system it becomes so ridiculously easy to embrace the freedom of being single.
All-in-all a good night. But I’m watching the next Harry Potter with my brother….