Sooo descriptive. And fun to say! You can really wrap your tongue around it and enjoy the process of spitting it out. All the things it's usually applied to are fun, as well: filthy rich, filthy mouth, filthy joke...
If I were Queen of the Universe, I'd make it a law that everyone had to use the word 'filthy' in a sentence at least once a day. Bonus points for a good, filthy joke. So come on, indulge my Q. of the U. fantasy and tell me something naughty!
Okay, so I didn't watch the Oscars. I didn't really know they were happening (first they weren't, then they were, then I didn't care) and no one in Ohio seems to get as excited about them as people in New York did. My college friends threw Oscar parties! My office had a highly competitive Oscar pool. Here? Not so much.
Besides which, I've seen very few movies this year. Loved Juno, was bored/confused/disappointed by Michael Clayton, although not by the acting, which was top notch, so Tilda Swinton definitely deserved that statuette. Other than that? I guess, Ratatouille? Which was adorable. I don't even know. Like I said, didn't watch.
What I DID make sure to tune in for was the Fug Girls' coverage of the red carpet fashions. And since I'm fighting a cold, and not as funny as those girls on my best and brightest day, I'm cheating on my Oscar post and linking to their site.
Enjoy! If you like making fun of celebrities and the wacky-doodle things they wear in public, you'll love this.
I used to love the snow. Growing up in Virginia, we didn't get a lot of it; just enough to remind me every winter of how much fun it was. Snow angels, and snowmen, and snow ice cream, and sledding! And of course, school getting canceled, because at the first pretty, fluttering flake, the city officials would promptly lose their shit and cancel everything. The entire citizenry would rush en masse to the grocery stores to stock up on toilet paper, bread, and milk, and just generally act like it was the End Times. All this, for three inches or so of snow. But, of course, it was because it was unusual, and the city didn't really have the equipment to deal with it, and people weren't used to driving in it, and they caused lots of accidents, and so it became a big mess.
That's not the case here in Ohio. The city has hundreds of snow plows; heck, my neighbors have snow plows. No one lets the weather keep them indoors, and there's no general panic over driving on icy, slushy roads. (I still panic, a little, but Nick mocks me for it, so I try to keep it all inside.) You'd think all of this would make the experience of snow even better, but really--it's just an enormous p. in the a. It's really sad. When did snow stop being fun? More to the point, when did I turn into a grumpy old lady? See, at least in Virginia, you could use the snow as an excuse to stay in, throw on your jammies and make a fire and read all day. But here, people expect you to honor your commitments and head out into the storm, like it's nothing! Uncool.
So I'm still on the hook for baking cookies today to take to the Chamber of Commerce Business Show tomorrow, where I'll work the booth from noon to 2:00 for the Jaycees. I was thinking M&M cookies, but now that I'm feeling so sulky and put upon, they'll be lucky if they get oatmeal raisin.
After sitting through an inordinately long sermon this morning (our regular priest was absent, and had saddled us with a cruelly slow-talking replacement), and a hymn that completely defeated me with its lack of discernible tune and rhyme scheme, I was feeling the need for a little light-hearted heresy.
So I give you Eddie Izzard, executive transvestite, and all-around hysterical British standup comic. His thoughts on religion, and specifically the origin of the Anglican church (and therefore of my little Episcopal church) seemed apt for today.
It's a longish clip, but guaranteed to make you laugh. Unless you're easily offended, or utterly lacking a sense of humor. If that's the case--you should probably just stop reading my blog entirely.
I've decided that Friday will be my day to discuss all things French. I'm not a francophile, necessarily, although I'm a fan of some things about them. One of the things I like best, in fact, is their complete mockability. So you can expect these French Fridays (when I remember to do them) to be half "I like coq au vin, and also French boys are sometimes weirdly hot" and half "Can you believe what those cheese-eating, chablis-sucking surrender monkeys are doing?"
Today's inaugural post is of the "French boys are sometimes weirdly hot" variety. Gaspard Ulliel
Why is he sexy? He looks like a little boy with a lopsided smile, whose brother has stolen his hairbrush. And yet...
Have you seen A Very Long Engagement? That movie explains some of it, at least for me; he has a magnetically appealing screen presence, even in a film where he speaks about four lines total. Along with a kind of hapless vulnerability that makes you want to take him home and cuddle him up.
Then he played Hannibal Lecter in the newest prequel. In which, of course, he's less sweet, more sinister. Still hot, though. I'd show you a clip, but you might have nightmares. It's icky. But this isn't! This is yummy. Not to get all My So Called Life, or anything, but I like pictures of boys leaning.
Gaspard Ulliel is a heartthrob in France for a reason. Now that he's making the crossover to Hollywood, we'll see if his appeal is international, or limited to those who enjoy the archetype of the slender, emotional youth--otherwise known as the French.
If you're still not convinced, but would like to see more of Gaspard's odd charms, press 'play' in the post below. Ignore the music; every fanvid I looked at was saddled with the most atrocious tripe imaginable. This is the best of a bad lot. (At least it's French tripe, and therefore in keeping with my theme.)
I grew up in Virginia, went to school in Philadelphia, spent five years in Manhattan, then moved to a teeny town in Ohio. Now I live in fabulous, funky, fun Austin, Texas, which is very inspiring...
Once an editor of romance novels, now I'm writing my own. My Recipe for Love series combines contemporary romance with my love of food, restaurants, and smokin' hot chefs!
