important pop culture nuggets i have been saving up to discuss with you
I’m writing some stuff that takes place in 1993 so all I do is listen to Celine Dion Pandora. It’s embarrassing but delightful and, I suspect, has put me in much higher spirits than the endless loop of “All I Want for Christmas is You” and “Hey Santa” currently on the radio. Celine and I have certainly had our personal differences over the years–for example, I think it’s kind of gross how she’s spending one billion dollars to make Cylon babies with her octogenarian husband, and she thinks I can go ahead and shut my mouth because we both know if she was still doing her stage show I would be all over that shit right about now–but for the most part we are making it work, Falling Into You-style. It’s all coming back, it’s all coming back to me now, etc etc.
Apparently when SMeyer was writing Twilight she listened to a lot of Muse. Personally I think that explains a lot.
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To be filed under Celebrity Breakup Extravaganza 2010:
Zefron and the Hudge: tragic, but probably inevitable. There is a lesson to be learned here about taking naked phone pictures of oneself for one’s boyfriend when both of you would clearly rather be dating Leonardo DiCaprio.
Sexiest Man Alive Ryan Reynolds and Annoying Pseudo-Intellectual Sourpuss ScarJo: GOOD RIDDANCE, DON’T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU, I BOUGHT THIS FRUIT BASKET FOR ALANIS MORRISSETTE (you you you oughta know).
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I’m halfway through Catching Fire, which is the second Hunger Games book. W, who is 11, is reading the first one but suspects there is going to be too much kissing for him to really enjoy it. Other media with too much kissing, in W’s opinion: iCarly.
Katie: “That’s funny, W, because I actually don’t think there is enough kissing in either of those things.”
W: “You are so gross.”
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TV with the perfect amount of kissing: The Good Wife.
TV with too much flesh-eating: The Walking Dead
TV with too little flirty banter to be much fun anymore: Bones
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Am thinking of starting up a blog specifically for this kind of stuff come January. That way, when I’ve been sitting on the couch for five hours, I can be like: psh, it’s for my career.
December 16, 2010 @ 5:54 pm
OMG. ScarJo. Hahahahaha. E and I have a thing about ScarJo. We think she’s kinda incomprehensible, especially after she started hanging out with Woody.
You crack me up so much. Miss your guts. So sad last weekend didn’t happen.
December 16, 2010 @ 7:55 pm
There is a lesson to be learned here about taking naked phone pictures of oneself for one’s boyfriend when both of you would clearly rather be dating Leonardo DiCaprio.
Ohemgee I almost got spit all over my computer. Sorry — I would have italicized that (because you said it, not me) but I don’t know how in here!
Also, thanks for this blog because were it not for having friends like you, I would know nothing about what was going on in the celebrity world, and in ten years I’d be like “Wait. ScarJo and Ryan Reynolds aren’t married anymore?” In any case, it’s nice of you to buy Alanis a fruit basket. She should eat more.
December 18, 2010 @ 2:41 pm
Whenever I hear Muse on the radio I think about the Twilight movies and I’ve only ever read the first book. I think you have something there.