It is my day off. So that means the #1 thing to do today is go grocery shopping.
Off I go to the store. And as I am looking at yogurt I notice they are playing The Cure on the overhead music system. To be more specific, they were playing Friday I’m in Love.Excellent! I used to love those guys. And I love that song.
I was humming along, choosing yogurt flavors and thinking that the grocery store was playing some very cool music.
And then it hit me.
Maybe the grocery store is not getting cooler. Maybe I am just getting old.
Oh the horror.
Up is down. Black is white. I just don’t know what to think. The Big Game has come and gone and it was actually a good game. That almost never happens. Never. But wait, there’s more. Not only was The Big Game an entertaining football game, the commercials, sucked. Sucked. (sorry mom) Yes, that’s right. The commercials are usually the best part. But not this year.
This was the only good one in the bunch
However, I did learn that there are many excellent movies coming up:
- Fast & Furious 6 – I love the Fast & Furious movies. I. Love. Them. I already can’t wait for this.
- Iron Man 3 – Robert Downey Jr. Need I say more?
- Oz the Great and Powerful – oooohhh
- Star Trek into the Darkness – Chris Pines. Hello Chris Pines.
Apparently, I am going to be busy this spring/summer.
There is a song. By Adele. That I hate. I assume the title of it is Rumor Has It. I assume this because that phrase is repeated incessantly by Adele during the entire freaking song. It drives me insane.
Have you ever encountered a song you hate so much that hearing it actually makes you angry? That’s how much I hate this song.
So, in order to make sure I never have to hear this song, I have added another radio station to the preprogrammed buttons in my car. Plan B of radio stations if you will. One I can go to in a hurry if that dreaded song comes on my usual station.
Well, today “Rumor Has It” came on my Plan A station, so I quick hit the button to switch to Plan B. Know what they were playing? “Rumor Has It”. This has happened three times in recent days. It is infuriating. I need a Plan C radio station and I am not sure I can find a Plan C radio station. Maybe I will have to start just listening to my iPod all the time in the car.
But I suppose it could be worse. At least that song is not on the music loop at work.
I took the C-Man to see Star Wars Phantom Menace 3D last night. He really really really wanted to see it. Princess O really really really did not. So, I took C last night, and gave O an IOU for a movie of her choice coming up. I suspect it will involve horses. Or vampires, or vampire horses or something of that nature.
Anyway, I knew going into Phantom Menace that it was a terrible movie, so I was hoping for good trailers. And we got the Hunger Games trailer so you can’t really ask for more than that.
But I also saw the trailer for this movie:
I have seen lots of promos of this movie. Unfortunately, every time I hear the name John Carter, I don’t think of this guy:
I think of this guy:
Every time I say I am going to blog more, I end up blogging less. Sorry about that.
Well, The Big Game was last night and I must say I was pleased with the outcome. I am not much of a Tom Brady fan and the Manning boys are both cutie-pies. I even liked the halftime show. And I wish I had a pair of boots like the ones Madonna was wearing.
But, of course, everybody knows the best part of the Big Game is the commercials. And here are my two favorites.
So American Idol started this week. I love American Idol. I know, I know, it is cheezy and silly and sensible people probably have better things to do. But I am not a sensible person.
I didn’t have to work today so I watched all three hours of Idol from this week. I do so love the auditions. Good or bad, I really admire anybody who has the cojones to stand up there in front of the judges and a gazillion television viewers and belt it out. I could never do it. And I think I may have said that before, but it is worth repeating.
Ah, once again the Oscars have come and gone. I wish I could comment on whether or not the films that won had any merit, but I haven’t seen any of them (oops). So, instead here is my annual review of the pretty dresses (and a couple of real stinkers)
Natalie Portman looks beautiful, but I did not like the tassel earrings. They looked like curtain pulls.
Here’s Gwenyth Paltrow. Yikes! What was she thinking?!? Awful.
Never mind about Matthew McConaughey. His girlfriend Camila Alves looks amazing. I love this dress.
I did not like this one. As my sister said, she looks like she is fresh from the 1980’s. And with Barbie Doll hair to boot.
I think Haillee Steinfeld was the best dressed woman of the night, even though she is only 14 years old. The dress was gorgeous, it was age-appropriate and she looked beautiful.
And finally, Melissa Leo. Oh my eyes! It burns…it burns…
All images are from Yahoo!
Pictures of pretty dresses tomorrow…
I have been a fan of Survivor for a long time. Almost since the beginning. And yes, I am deeply embarrassed to admit that.
Anyway, for a long time I have harbored dreams of being on Survivor, just so I could be the first person voted off. Because of course if you get voted off early they don’t send you home, they send you to the lodge where the cast and crew stay, and you get a 36 day vacation.
Well, not anymore, now if you get voted off you have to go to Redemption Island, and stay there all by yourself, and then when the next person voted out shows up, you have to have a duel. Well screw that. If I can’t spend 36 days at the lodge drinking Mai Tai’s (or whatever they drink wherever they happen to be) I don’t want to play.
Jeff Probst will just have to carry on without me.
I am fond of garden gnomes. I don’t know why.
I love these guys. My sister gave them to me for Christmas last year. They live in front of the fireplace. Tom thinks they should live in the garden, but I disagree.
Anyway, that brings me to this:
Oh I have to see it. But I have to admit, I do wonder how they will handle the whole double suicide thing at the end. That is not a very Disney kind of ending, nor is it entirely appropriate for a children’s movie.
All the more reason to see it my dear.