I didn't do a movie post yesterday, and I'm not going to do a Music Dump post today. I've got...Well, I've got the PMS, if you must know, and I just don't feel like rooting through all the media at my disposal and making my picks. It's just a week, you'll live.
But since I'm as kindhearted as a...Really kindhearted person, I'll put up something. I had a strange urge to see this video today, so watch that if you're so inclined. It's old, but it's still really nifty, IMO. And my O (my OPINION) is all that matters here (try and argue with me right now-I'll cut ya, I swear to God.)
I saw this picture on Gallery of the Absurd, and it is simultaneously cracking me up/ creeping me out.
If you are unfamiliar with the subjects of this image, it's The Duggar Family, who have acquired a bit of fame due to the fact that they will NOT stop having kids. In fact, they recently added a 19TH MEMBER to their already painfully huge family.
It's none of my business if people want to have a bunch of kids, obviously (and in fact, I've got a few friends who have big families), and I generally don't judge people for stuff like that, it's just their REASONING that gets me. See, the Duggars are a part of the Quiverfull Movement, which is made up of people who believe things like this:
Quiverfull's principal authors and its adherents also describe their motivation as a missionary effort to raise up many Christian children to affect the world for the cause of the Christian religion.
Now THAT, that bothers me. Again, I figure that people can believe anything they want, as long as they let me believe what I want, and everything's fine. The problem there is that it's people like THIS that, more often than not, do their damnedest to try and get EVERYONE ELSE to buy what they're selling (it is an Evangelical movement after all), and think that people who don't believe what they believe are somehow lesser than they are that give me the creeps.
And they're having oodles and oodles of kids so they can pass their beliefs on to them, and then some of their kids will have a bunch of kids, and then THEIRS and so on and so on infinity. Beware.
So, yeah, these people give me the screaming heebies jeebies. But that picture sho is funny.
There's no reason for me to share this, but shortly after I woke up today, I stepped on an upholstery tack and drove it all the way into my foot. I've gone through 3 band aids already. It hurts rilly, rilly bad.
Annnnd that's all.
Boy, can I tell a story or what?
My week has been not so good (I don't wanna go into it). But it's almost over, that's the important thing, and tomorrow, hopefully will make up for the last several days. You see, every year our town hosts a carnival of sorts, and those seedy people set up camp yesterday. Tomorrow night, I plan to eat oodles of questionable food, waste money on rigged games, avoid the leers of dirty, filthy carnies, and barf my guts out while riding the Zipper.
My official stance is that I'm going because Harper wants to go, and while this is partly true, the fact of the matter is, I'm mainly going because I want to. I can play up my sophistication and sharp intellect (what?) til the cows come home, but when you get right down to it, I'm just easily entertained white trash. I'm ok with that.
In addition to being a simple-minded hick, I'm also a weak and frail woman, so I'll be using the rest of the weekend to recover (mainly recovering from the prior week's events, not so much the carnival), so I thought I'd toss up a little video. Now, I thought and thought about what to post that would fit in with my carnival shenanigans: possibly an episode of the wonderful tv series 'Carnivale', which was unceremoniously canceled by those dicks at HBO. Or perhaps 'The Funhouse', the Tobe Hooper horror movie that scared the living daylights out of me when I was a kid.
No.
I ended up deciding on an MST3k short, 'Johnny at the Fair'. A fair isn't the same as a carnival; it's bigger and there are usually more farm animals (not taking into account anything that the carnies might be into. I kid the carnies. Those dirty, filthy carnies), but it's close enough. I had doubts about posting an MST short, because I didn't want to rip Jenner off, but she generally sticks to the Mike shorts, while I'm more of a Joel gal (because he's better. Doy.)
So, I will return on monday (maybe sunday, it all depends), probably with a long-winded post complaining about how the PC police have ruined carnivals by making them get rid of the sideshow freaks.
God, how I miss the freaks. Damn, maybe I should have posted the movie 'Freaks' instead. Or 'Freaked' with Alex Winter. Whatever happened to that guy anyway? Shit, now I gotta go Google....
On the same day, no less.
Michelangelo Antonioni, the Italian director whose chilly depictions of alienation were cornerstones of international filmmaking in the 1960s, inspiring intense measures of admiration, denunciation and confusion, died on Monday at his home in Rome, Italian news media reported today. He was 94...
New York Times Obit for Antonioni
Ingmar Bergman, the master filmmaker who found bleakness and despair as well as comedy and hope in his indelible explorations of the human condition, died yesterday at his home on the island of Faro, off the Baltic coast of Sweden. He was 89.
New York Times Obit for Bergman
I'm watching a Maury "My daughter is a mean little whore" episode, and it has put me in a foul mood. The reason I say that right up front is because I'm going to pick on you a tad, and I don't normally pick on people based on their appearance. I mean, I DO, but I try to avoid doing it where people can read/hear it, but I'm pissed right now, and when I'm pissed, my sense of decorum goes right out the window. It would seem that you opted for "get fat": I wouldn't point this out based on this photo alone, I mean, your head's turned and it could just be an unfortunate angle. BUT there's this: And THIS (my favorite): ...To back all of it up. Warmest regards...
So, I'm watching this Maury episode and farting around on the internet, and I come across a photo of you. You know, I realize that not everyone is perfect (I'm sure as hell not), and that age does things to a person: they get wrinkles, get fat, go grey, etc.
Val, sweetie, you're an actor, a damn good one at that, but still, your main job is to look pretty for our entertainment. You're not one of those character actors who can get away with looking like shit (Tombstone notwithstanding-you were GREAT in that, BTW: I say that "Huckleberry" shit ALL the TIME.) Remember how you looked in Top Gun? That beach volleyball scene was something to behold, in fact I wouldn't be saying any of this if you weren't so damned hot before. I know, I know, that was 20 years ago and you're much older now, but look at Jane Fonda-the woman is 70 and she still looks fantastic. Yes, I know some of it is due to surgery, but most of what she has going on you can't get from a doctor.
You seem to spend a lot of time at the beach-go swimming. Or surfing. Get off of your increasingly fat ass and do SOMETHING besides making out with skanky chicks. If not for yourself and your health, then do it for the people who have to look at you.
Then again, in that most recent photo, you look happy, so perhaps the added poundage has diminished your unrepentant assholishness, for which you are so noted. And I guess if you can't be as hot as you once were, being a nice and decent person would be enough to make up for it. But I doubt that's the case, so lose some weight.
I guess that's all have to say, so Mazel Tov, tubby and after seeing the wetsuit photograph again I would like to add: good luck hunting down the guy who stole your bukkit.
PAGANS have pledged to perform “rain magic” to wash away cartoon character Homer Simpson who was painted next to their famous fertility symbol - the Cerne Abbas giant.
The 17th century chalk outline of the naked, sexually aroused, club-wielding giant is believed by many to be a symbol of ancient spirituality.
Many couples also believe the 180ft giant, which is carved in the hillside above Cerne Abbas, Dorset, is an aid to fertility.
A giant 180ft Homer Simpson brandishing a doughnut was painted next to the well-endowed figure today in a publicity stunt to promote The Simpsons Movie released later this month.
It has been painted with water-based biodegradable paint which will wash away as soon as it rains.
Ann Bryn-Evans, joint Wessex district manager for The Pagan Federation, said: “It’s very disrespectful and not at all aesthetically pleasing"...
I'm going to be busy this weekend, which is to say, I'll be sleeping, watching tv, and just generally avoiding any kind of activity whatsoever. I've gotten approximately ZIPPO sleep this week, and I need to recoup.
Anyhow, before I begin my weekend of sloth, I thought I'd post a movie, and you will be pleased as punch to know that it's a movie that was featured on Mystery Science Theater 3000: The Killer Shrews (but it's not the MST version). The plot, as near as I can figure it, has something to do with Roscoe P. Coltrane from The Dukes of Hazzard and Festus from Gunsmoke fighting off medium-sized dogs who seem to be draped in bath mats. It's gold, Jerry, GOLD!
Now, Google HAS the full version, but you have to pay for it and that seems kind of silly, so I'm supplying the YouTube version, which is cut into 7 parts. I'm posting the first video, and then a link to it, where you can find the rest of the clips (if anyone actually DOES go through the trouble of watching all of it, I will be suprised.)
It's a fact...
I've been tagged by two people: Bonnie Blue and Alonzo Mosley, and since I'm awake, I figured I could go ahead and get this out of the way. These are the rules:
1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged write their own blog post about their eight things and include these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged and that they should read your blog.
Now, I'm not going to be tagging anyone, because everyone I have internet contact with has already done it, or has been tagged by someone else. I'm not entirely sure I can come up with 8 things about myself because I've pretty much covered eveything already. But I'll give it a go...
1. I like westerns. I hated them the entire time I was growing up, then when I was in my 20s, I finally sat down and gave one a fair shot, and that was it. This is not to say that I haven't seen some crappy ones, it's just that now I won't write a film off just because it features an abundance of horses. The best western (har) I've ever seen: The Searchers
2. I used to collect candles, but I quit. Still, people buy them for me as gifts so I either use them or put them in storage where they end up melting 9 times out of 10. If your electricity goes out, come to my house: I'll hook you up.
3. I like old folks. If given the choice to be around kids, people my own age, or the elderly, I'll pick the elderly. Which is strange because...
4. When I was a kid, my mom worked at a nursing home, and I pretty much grew up there (there, and the sheriff's office:my dad was a deputy.) There was one woman, Mrs. Potts, who scared the bejesus out of me. She was a harmless oldster in hindsight, she couldn't talk and according to my mom, she used to be a teacher and loved kids. But she freaked me out. She was always coming at me with this huge, rictus-like smile on her face, saying nary a word. Usually I'd manage to flee from her clutches, but one day she was too quick for me. She grabbed my arm and proceeded to march me towards her room. I pitched the biggest FIT in the history of the known universe-screaming, crying, carrying on- which was completely out of character for me, because even as a kid, I was really polite and quiet. Fortunately, my mom swooped in and saved me from whatever horror awaited me (probably some of that hard ribbon candy. You know the kind, where you take one and the whole thing is attached to it in some mutant candy wad.) Of course I feel kind of guilty about it now, making such a huge spectacle when the old bird didn't mean me any harm. But whaddya want, I was 4.
5. Giraffes creep me out. Google Locusta the Poisoner if you want to know why.
6. I'm a pretty decent volleyball player. Haven't touched (flushed) a ball in years, but I'd be willing to wager that my serve is still perfect.
7. I've never outgrown liking really bright, garish neon colors. Same goes for anything with glitter and/or sequins. If it's neon AND glittery, it acquires 'sacred treasure' status (see: fluorescent green sparkly sunglasses I've had since the 4th grade.)
8. I can't think of anything else, so I'm just going to say that I am presently watching a rerun of Designing Women.
It's a fact!
The Boomerang channel is looking to write a new page right into history.
The Cartoon Network's retro channel filled with the animation the Boomer generation grew up with will air all 166 episodes of The Flintstones in chronological order and without commercials. It is the first time the network has run a marathon of all episodes in a series.
The holiday stunt will begin on July 4 at 6 a.m and will run until July 7 at 5 p.m. A bit of trivia: The pilot episode was called The Flagstones.
There will also be a best of the Flintstones VOD offering.
The Flintstones was the first animated prime time sitcom when it debuted in 1960 on ABC and was essentially an homage to the Honeymooners team of Jackie Gleason and Art Carney.
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I found this a few days ago, and since then I've spent quite a bit of time debating what to say about it. The it dawned on me that I've said everything there is to say, so I'm just going to leave it alone and let the movie speak for itself.
MANOS The Hands Of Fate 1966
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I've been meaning to watch Haute Tension for quite some time now, but I just hadn't gotten around to it for one reason or another (IE, not in the mood, it wasn't on tv at the time, didn't want to pay the rental fee, etc.) I noticed it was on last night, and I was up for some hacking and slashing, so I settled in. (There's gonna be spoilers in this post, I'm warning you now.)
I had a general idea of what the movie was about-2 friends go on a trip and they get some nut after them. I also knew about the big twist ending, but I figured that since I was expecting it, it wouldn't be such a surprise and the movie wouldn't piss me off like it did practically everyone else.
That was the plan anyway.
The movie starts with Alex and Marie, 2 college friends, traveling to Alex's family's gorgeous home in the French countryside for a study vacation. You get the idea that Alex is sort of the flirty, floozy girly type, and Marie, well, isn't. They get to the house, settle in, have dinner, blahdy, blahdy, blah. The family goes to bed and then a couple things happen that gives you the slight impression that maybe, perhaps Marie kinda, sorta has a thing for Alex (translation: she peeks at her while she's in the shower and then goes off to masturbate. Subtle.)
While Marie is busying herself, a man shows up at the house in a truck that he apparently stole from the Jeepers Creepers guy and knocks on the front door. (Oh yeah, I almost left out the part about the brief scene earlier in the movie, which consisted of the guy sitting in the JC truck, felating himself with a woman's decapitated head. He then chucked the head out the window and drove off. Such a gentleman.) Alex's dad answers the door, and the slaughter commences. Marie witnesses the initial assault on the dad, and manages to find a hiding place. Alex's mother and young brother aren't so lucky, and Alex herself arguably gets the worst of the man's aggression, chained to her bed, gagged, brutalized and raped-but not killed.
At this point in the movie (about 30 minutes in), I thought to myself "Hmm, this is a lot like that Dean Koontz book, Intensity." Now, I'm loathe to spoil any aspect of Intensity, because while it's not the BEST book I've ever read, it's probably the one book that managed to utterly and totally cause me to crap my pants, so I have an affinity for it. In the book, Chyna, a college student and a survivor of childhood abuse, joins her friend Laura at her family's house for Thanksgiving. While she's there a man breaks into the house, kills Laura's family, chains Laura up, rapes her, all the while Chyna hides in the house, waiting for an opportunity to save her friend and escape.
So yeah, you can see how the 2 stories have a lot in common, and if the similarities had ended there, I wouldn't even mention it. The thing is, up until the ending, the ENTIRE MOVIE is a blatant rip-off of Intensity (if you want a basis for comparison without reading the book, hunt down a copy of the miniseries starring Molly Parker and John C. McGinley. It's not on DVD though, but I do have a copy on VHS in my storeroom somewhere. I know that doesn't help any of you much, I'm just sayin'.)
When I say 'blatant rip-off', it's not hyperbole. I've seen plenty of films that contain homages, for lack of a better word, to other source material, but it's usually just one scene, so it's acceptable in some instances. But Haute Tension is made up entirely (minus the ending, which, I know I'm in the minority here, but I kind of liked the twist) of the first half of Intensity. In addition to what I've already covered:
-In both stories, the killer kidnaps the daughter, while the friend stows away in his vehicle (JC truck in HT, Winnebago in Intensity.)
-In both stories, the killer stops at a gas station while the friend tries to hide from him until she can get help. And in both stories, the gas station attendent doesn't fare very well.
-And in both stories, the friend swipes a car so she can catch the killer and rescue her friend (actually, in Intensity her friend was already a lost cause, and she was after him for another reason, but I've said too much already.)
Take away the shock ending, and that is the sum total of Haute Tension: someone else's story. I'm not a huge Dean Koontz fan-aside from Intensity, I've never cared much for his work-so I'm not freaking out over some sense of fan loyalty, it's my time that I care about. I admit, I'm selfish with my time, because I don't have that much of it for myself. I rarely get to watch movies lately, and since I love film as much as I do, when I DO get to watch something, I want it to count, you know? I'm not saying every movie I watch has to be great, far from it, but I don't want it to be something that wastes my time, nor something that offends me.
And Haute Tension did both. It didn't offend me because of the misogyny, the homophobia, or the violence-it was the plagiarism. Ignore Haute Tension and go read Intensity instead: It's better, scarier and more importantly, it's original.
2 things dawned on me after reading the results of this poll. 1, I had never actually heard that James Blunt song all the way through. I hunted it down, and, uh, well, it's not THE most annoying song I've ever heard, but it's not my cup of tea either (9 and 10 though, oh the pain). And 2, I haven't posted anything list related in a long, long time. Let's rectify that right now:
SOPPY ballad You’re Beautiful by JAMES BLUNT has been voted the most irritating song of all time.
The single was No1 in 11 countries in 2005, including five weeks in Britain.
Second in the poll to find the song that grates most was Axel F by CRAZY FROG, which was No1 in 13 countries.
Next was Mmm Bop by HANSON, top of the UK charts for three weeks in 1997.
John Sewell, of market researchers www.onepoll.com, said: “James Blunt isn’t the obvious choice, but any song that is at No1 for so long does start to get annoying.”
The most recent song was this year’s Grace Kelly by MIKA and the oldest was LULU’s Shout (1964).
TOP 10:
1. You’re Beautiful — James Blunt. 2. Axel F — Crazy Frog. 3. Mmm Bop — Hanson. 4. Mr Blobby — Mr Blobby. 5. Birdie Song — The Tweets. 6. Shout — Lulu. 7. Agadoo — Black Lace. 8. Grace Kelly — Mika. 9. My Heart Will Go On — Celine Dion. 10. La Macarena — Los Del Rio.
Remember that phase I went through not long ago, posting a crappy public domain movie every weekend, then I stopped? 'Member that? That was fun. The reason I stopped was because I ran out of good crappy movies, and was only left with CRAPPY crappy movies, and as much of a misanthrope as I am, I draw the line at foisting boring schlock upon other people.
However....
I was overcome by massive boredom this afternoon, and I went searching on Google video for something to watch, and I found not just a GOOD crappy movie, but GREAT crappy movie, one of the best of the worst: Ed Wood's transvestite sci-fi extravaganza, Glen or Glenda.
The inspiration for this movie was the story of George Jorgensen, who in 1952, became Christine Jorgensen, one of the first people to undergo sexual reassignment surgery.
However...
Christine's story has absolutely NOTHING to do with what ended up on film. What we got instead, was Ed Wood himself in some (very cute) angora sweaters, Bela Lugosi in one of the most bizarre roles of his career (morphine: it's a hell of a drug), and a plot that has fuck all to do with transsexualism (or logic for that matter.)
Basically, if you want a good movie about a transgendered person, rent Hedwig and the Angry Inch. If you want a halfway decent movie about a guy who dresses like a chick, rent Tootsie. If you want a good Ed Wood movie, then I'm afraid I can't help you (but if you want a good movie ABOUT Ed Wood, then check out his biopic starring Johnny Depp. Martin Landau is GOLD as Bela Lugosi.)
However...
If you're like me, and you thrive on crappy movies about cross dressers that make no sense whatsoever, then settle in and click 'play' on the little YouTube dealy down below.
I'm in a pretty good mood today. I haven't had to go anywhere or do anything all day, Harper's been at a friend's house for the past hour, and the house is so quiet. Plus, I noticed that Reefer Madness is going to be on tv later today, and I FINALLY got my filthy mitts on some of This (it's pretty good, but I keep having to suppress an urge to lick the outside of the container. I do love that man.)
Oh yeah, and we're going to get another dog. Don't know what kind yet-only that we want a smallish/mediumish sized pup-so if you have any suggestions, leave them in the comments (or you could send them telepathically. Just not between 5 and 6-that's Jamie's time.)
I'd make a more substantial post, but I'm going to enjoy my sure-to-be fleeting good mood, watch the greatest bad movie in history, and make out with my ice cream, so you're only getting music today. Hey, I didn't have to post anything, so don't be a-bitchin' about it.
I was sitting here this afternoon, and I got the urge to post something. The only problem is, I can't think of anything to post about. Why is this? Well, one reason is because I've had a killer case of insomnia this week, and it's making me miserable. I'll be up until like 2am, watching tv, playing a video game, reading, what have you, and I'll FINALLY start to get really sleepy. I take that as my cue to go to bed, and I just end up laying there with my eyes wide open, unable to get comfortable. Wonderful.
Another reason is because I'm a bit stressed. I've had some dealings with Mr. Stress this year, so it's not new exactly, but there's a pretty straightforward reason for it this time: my dad is having surgery tommorrow. Nothing major, just routine hernia surgery. But I've always been one of those worst-case-scenario types, so anything that could conceivably go wrong, I can assure you, I've thought of it.
But yet I still want to get something up here, yet I can't think of anything to say. I've become Barton Fink, only my hair is better. At any rate, I think I've come up with something. After much deliberation, I've decided to blatantly rip off another website, in this case, Superdickery, which consists of unintentionally dirty comic book panels and covers. I'm immature and they make me laugh, plus they pretty much speak for themselves, so I don't have to say anything, which, now that I think about it, I actually DID end up saying something, so this post has pretty much negated itself.
Huh, how about that?
Every year it seems, there's a commercial that comes out that irritates me so much, that I come close to pulling an Elvis and shooting my television set. Walker, Texas Ranger reruns have a similar effect on me, but they're easily avoidable (you would think.) God, I just hate Chuck Norris, the stupid idiot. Fer Chrissakes, what made this moron go into acting? It's just painful to witness, and don't get me started on how much I hate him as a human being...
Oops, I digress.
The clear winner for 2007's (you say the year's not even half over? Shut the fuck up!) most annoyingestest commercial has to go to Starburst, and their weird little fey man. It's 30 seconds of pure hell, and it's ALWAYS ON. Every single commercial break, there it is, and it's starting to give me a rash. If you've managed to avoid it, good for you. I haven't been so lucky, and I'm a petty, angry person, so I'm posting it here, and demanding that everyone watch it.
Suffer.
A little over a year ago, I found out my parents were huge liars. Up til that time, I was under the impression that I only had a brother and sister, and that was pretty much that for me as far as siblings are concerned. Imagine my surprise when I come across Jenner, and I realize that I've got a twin sister living up in Canadia Land (and she's an older twin sister, like a whole year older-don't disrupt my momentum here.)
She's as nutty and goofy as I am, she likes MST3k as much as I do (even though she thinks Mike is better than Joel-I never said she wasn't my DERANGED twin sister), oh and we sometimes have a frightening habit of thinking and saying the same shit (due to socially accepted Jinx laws, we now owe each other upwards of 4,271 beers, give or take a few.) She's good people, and I love her to pieces.
I had planned to make something for her, but due to time constraints, I was unable to. So instead, I'm just going to post some songs for her (she's a total music whore.)
Happy Birthday Jenner!
And you know the post wouldn't be complete without 'our song':
One of the coolest people in the whole wide world is having a birthday today, and I'd be a complete asshole if I didn't acknowledge it (I'm only half-asshole, you see.) Melissa is smart, compassionate, funny (she thinks she's not, but she is-shhh), and has excellent taste in men (although the cosmos has decreed that she should be with a lesser man, see photo #3.) I could go on and on about her, but it would end up being all sappy, and I don't roll that way (at least not on this blog), so instead, I will now present to her (and the rest of you jokers) an episode of one of her favorite cartoons, The Venture Brothers. Happy birthday sweetie!
Harper's home sick, and I'm a tad bored, so I thought I'd post a little sumpin-sumpin. I saw this the other day, and me being the film nerd that I am, I got a little kick out of it. It also appeals to the massive trivia nerd in me as well (yes, I am a film and trivia nerd-shocking, eh?). Some of the films are easily identifiable (guess what they put for #11?), some not. How many can YOU name?
Rory: Do something to make me hate you!
Lorelai: Um, go Hitler?
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Yesterday I was perusing the digital cable guide like I do on occasion, checking to see if there was anything on worth watching in the next few days. I get to Tuesday night, and I come across the listing for Gilmore Girls. They only had a cursory description of the episode up at that time, and the words "New. Series Finale". Well, I had already heard that this was the final episode, so I wasn't surprised, but seeing those words up on the tv screen like that made the whole thing seem so...Final. And, so, I cried. Just a little.
See, it's not something I talk about much, but I am a hardcore GG fan. I feel kind of weird about that, too. I mean, it's such a CHICK show, you know? I know that I am indeed a chick, but I generally don't cotton to the feminine programming. But unlike the massive glut of serialized, Lifetime-esque crapola choking the life out of the television, Gilmore Girls had a brain, and one hell of a heart. The dialogue was crackling and funny, fast and brilliant, and there was an obvious and deep appreciation of culture, of both the pop and intellectual variety.
At it's core, though, it was about the relationship between a mother and a daughter, and the unbreakable bond they shared. Sappy? Not really. Lorelei was a strong, smart, independent mother, a SINGLE mother (not to mention a YOUNG mother-she had Rory when she was 16), who managed to raise an equally smart, strong daughter, who also happened to be her best friend. The reason it worked, is because they didn't beat you over the head with it. You didn't know they were best friends because they SAID they were, there were no forced, sitcom-y interactions between them: they had their own lives, their own relationships, but there was a natural, obvious bond there that said "This is the most important person in my world-everyone else is secondary", but at the same time, it never veered into dysfunctional territory. It was what it was, and it was great.
Surrounding the girls, was a cast of characters comprised of the quirkiest, most benign group of oddballs in television history, which made me love the show all the more. I'm gonna miss Kirk, Taylor, Lane, Babette (Sally Struthers!), Miss Patty, Mrs. Kim, Sookie, Emily, Paris, and most of all, Luke, as though they were people I actually knew and was lucky enough to hang out with once a week. Which says something kind of sad about me if you think about it (don't think about it.)
I did manage to watch the finale earlier tonight, and I was filled with mixed emotions. I was sad because it was ending, but happy, because the episode was a shining example of everything the show was: smart, funny, bubbly and made of pure love. I'm gonna miss it.
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"Michel: Well, you know what happens when you assume. Lorelai: What? Michel: I don't know. Something about a donkey. It is a stupid American phrase."
" Lorelai: How does Charlie Rose screw up your REM sleep? Luke: Because he's always got some guy on pushing a book about how everything's all going to hell, or they're going to pass a law, how everyone with a nose ring is going to get shipped off to China. Suddenly you're depressed, thinking we're all going to die and don't drink the water, there's anthrax in my bagel - and bam, there goes your REM sleep. Lorelai: Or Mel Brooks is on, and he is so funny, and you think, "What a wonderful world we live in, that there's a Mel Brooks to go to sleep to." Luke: Mel Brooks is never on Charlie Rose, and when he is on he's talking about Nazis, and then you go to sleep and you dream about Nazis and they all look like Nathan Lane, and you're creeped out for days. "
"Rory:Remind me to tell you about the time my mom wore her rhinestone penis T-shirt to dinner and Grandma had her car towed."
"Rory: Mom? Lorelai: Oh. Rory: You're happy. Lorelai: Yeah. Rory: Did you do something slutty? Lorelai: I'm not that happy."
"Rory: My mother never gave me any idea that I couldn't do whatever I wanted to do or be whomever I wanted to be. She filled our house with love and fun and books and music, unflagging in her efforts to give me role models from Jane Austen to Eudora Welty to Patti Smith. As she guided me through these incredible eighteen years, I don't know if she ever realized that the person I most wanted to be was her...Thank you Mom, you are my guidepost for everything."
