Maybe this just happens to me, but I have random flashes from shows and movies that frequently crop up in my life but they are always the same ones.
To compound this, they are incredibly random clips generally from shows that I very rarely watched and just happened to catch on that specific day.
To even further compound things, two of the most popular involve female comedians who were not openly lesbian at the time but have since come out.
Crazy right?
Okay, the one where Ellen DeGeneres on the Ellen show has a crush on American Gladiator Nitro and also participates on the show.
Don't remember it?
Well it was a doozie.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8YETW3iim0
"Be my glycerin, Love Nitro."
Amazing.
Numero two was from the Rosie O'Donnell show. Die hard fans are probably well aware but apparently she had a massive Judy Garland-esque crush on Tom Cruise.
Yes? Well I have emblazoned in my brain the day before he was going to be on her show when she did a number to 'Tomorrow' from the musical, Annie substituting Tom Cruise friendly lyrics.
"Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I'll see Tom, Tomorrow. I hope that Nicole - is - awaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"
Yeah, that was back when they were still "happily" married.
I can't find a clip of it sadly but I'm sure you can imagine it in her Brooklyn drawl being as epic and moving as it was to watch in person.
I have lots of others, but I found these especially amusing.
I think I might be weird.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Ladyhawke
So coworker and I get Fridays off but to ensure the office doesnt fall apart we alternate Fridays.
It so happens that today we are both working (on a Friday).
Other coworker came in and said it must be nice to be able to see each other... normally it's like we are in the movie Ladyhawke.
And what, you may ask, is that?
Oh, its a fan-freakin-tastic movie I had never heard of starring Michelle Pfeiffer where she turns into a hawk each day and her boyfriend turns into a wolf each night so they can never see each other with human parts.
Brutal.
My mission is now to watch this film as soon as possible.
And be amused that my relationship with co-worker is comparable to the star-crossed love affair of two cross-species cursed lovers.
Awesome.
It so happens that today we are both working (on a Friday).
Other coworker came in and said it must be nice to be able to see each other... normally it's like we are in the movie Ladyhawke.
And what, you may ask, is that?
Brutal.
My mission is now to watch this film as soon as possible.
And be amused that my relationship with co-worker is comparable to the star-crossed love affair of two cross-species cursed lovers.
Awesome.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
That just happened
Yeah, so I was bored on a call and I was trimming my arm hair with office grade scissors and cut my arm in their scissor action.
Twice.
Twice.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Juno has some good life lessons...
No really. Even though its Hollywood rendering of Minnesota has me thinking of my own equally unresearched rendering of Pittsburgh, there is some food for thought there.
Granted I am not a 17 year old with a Dawson's Creek-ian vocabulary (although I would like to think that I was) and a bun in the oven via Michael Cera sperm; who I am conviced would be too busy making awkward jokes and self-deprecating comments under their breath to find an ovum if it was staring them in the face- BUT I was thinking about it this morning when the dad gives her advice about being with someone who likes you for exactly who you are.
My own variations on this very credo have led me into much happiness and lovey dovey crap, but is there ever a point where too much is too much?
Innocent conversations take a turn for the worse when my cripplingly oppressive paranoia comes out.
To the point where I don't see it coming because my cripplingly oppressive denial has kept me from acknowledging the paranoia in the first place.
For example:
Guy: Have you ever had your bed up against the wall in a corner before?
Me: Yes, because as a child I was convinced someone was going to sneak into my house and kidnap or
stab me while I slept.
Guy: -silence-
Me: What?
Yes, that is really what 7 year old me thought and thus executed in any and all bedroom re-arranging plans.
Luckily I was happily ignorant of the various other misdeeds that can happen to young people or I don't think wedging myself into a tightly clenched log between sheetrock and mattress would have done a thing for my sanity.
Not only was this relatively irrational (I know it has happened on occasion, I watch the news, but generally speaking, a 3rd floor bedroom is further down the list on the home invasion tour), but relatively morbid.
When asked if there were other instances of what I was slowly realizing to be abnormal behavior, I responded with a recurring fear that while walking my dog he will collapse and die and I will be stuck on the side of the road or walking path with no cell phone and a dog corpse.
Again, silence.
Ah, plot twist - Guy's brother's dog actually did drop dead mid-walk... yes it's sad but - Triumphant Ha! Ha! - not unfounded.
It's a serious concern of not only the tragedy of my canine companion dying in front of me but the dual terror of being unable to reach anyone and trying to haul a 70 lb dog after what I'm sure was a strenuous work out.
I'm so not kidding when I say this is the tip of the ice berg.
Guy inquired if that was why I was such a light sleeper, my highly educated and psycho-analytical mind came up with, "Hm, Maybe."
Granted I am not a 17 year old with a Dawson's Creek-ian vocabulary (although I would like to think that I was) and a bun in the oven via Michael Cera sperm; who I am conviced would be too busy making awkward jokes and self-deprecating comments under their breath to find an ovum if it was staring them in the face- BUT I was thinking about it this morning when the dad gives her advice about being with someone who likes you for exactly who you are.
My own variations on this very credo have led me into much happiness and lovey dovey crap, but is there ever a point where too much is too much?
Innocent conversations take a turn for the worse when my cripplingly oppressive paranoia comes out.
To the point where I don't see it coming because my cripplingly oppressive denial has kept me from acknowledging the paranoia in the first place.
For example:
Guy: Have you ever had your bed up against the wall in a corner before?
Me: Yes, because as a child I was convinced someone was going to sneak into my house and kidnap or
stab me while I slept.
Guy: -silence-
Me: What?
Yes, that is really what 7 year old me thought and thus executed in any and all bedroom re-arranging plans.
Luckily I was happily ignorant of the various other misdeeds that can happen to young people or I don't think wedging myself into a tightly clenched log between sheetrock and mattress would have done a thing for my sanity.
Not only was this relatively irrational (I know it has happened on occasion, I watch the news, but generally speaking, a 3rd floor bedroom is further down the list on the home invasion tour), but relatively morbid.
When asked if there were other instances of what I was slowly realizing to be abnormal behavior, I responded with a recurring fear that while walking my dog he will collapse and die and I will be stuck on the side of the road or walking path with no cell phone and a dog corpse.
Again, silence.
Ah, plot twist - Guy's brother's dog actually did drop dead mid-walk... yes it's sad but - Triumphant Ha! Ha! - not unfounded.
It's a serious concern of not only the tragedy of my canine companion dying in front of me but the dual terror of being unable to reach anyone and trying to haul a 70 lb dog after what I'm sure was a strenuous work out.
I'm so not kidding when I say this is the tip of the ice berg.
Guy inquired if that was why I was such a light sleeper, my highly educated and psycho-analytical mind came up with, "Hm, Maybe."
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