This post doesn't really have a "point." It's just something I love there. There's no video or audio, and it doesn't relate to any recent pop cultural happenings. I just feel the need to get the word out about something near and dear to my heart: fuzzy socks. Fuzzy socks (also called slipper socks) are what I refer to as a "Grandma Gift." Last year, I'm pretty sure I got socks from both of my grandmothers and also Mom. The first time I got a pair of these (in college), I was all, "What am I going to do with these comedically fuzzy socks? They won't fit in a shoe." And they won't! I've tried to cram them into my flats and they look like Muppet feet. But once I slipped these babies on my feet I was sold. The first pair I got were called "Socks to Stay Home In," and I remember Dan and I laughed so much at how pathetic that sounded. It's all very "Single-40-Year-Old-With-Cats," you know? Oh, you know. At first when I wore them, I was all, "Haha, you guys, these socks sure are silly!" But guess what? Those socks are comfortable. After a long winter day, nothing feels as good as slipping on your Socks to Stay Home In. Of course, this also entails admitting to yourself that you aren't leaving the house for the rest of the evening and you'll likely just be watching episodes of This American Life on Netflix, but let's face it. You were going to do that anyway.
I have no idea why I'm watching Yentl right now, but I am. This movie is creepy and weird, you guys. I am so uncomfortable watching Barbara Striesand pretend to be a dude. She's hardly convincing, and she sounds exactly like Sophia from the Golden Girls. Also, Mandy Patinkin is the inexplicable dream dude. I don't really have any intelligent thoughts about this. I just wanted to share that picture.
Um, holy moly. Just take a look at this and then get back to me. My dream. That is a Golden Girls cross stitch, right? I mean I didn't just dream that, did I? This person has a whole shop of this stuff, including Woody Allen and Tom Selleck. I obviously need to get a lot better at cross stich immediately.
I would just like to note something on the topic of my previous post: Apparently, everyone on my facebook friends list is also watching the MTV awards! I don't feel quite as lame now, except that I still totally do. Also, some dude's status was, "Just remember everyone...Kanye voted for Obama." I'm not sure what that means. I have a feeling it is supposed to be an insult to people that voted for Obama, but I'm really not sure. The real question here is...why am I still facebook friends with someone that dated a high school friend of mine for about two months four years ago? Also, Russell Brand just made a date rape joke about Megan Fox and no one liked it. Poor Russell Brand. He is trying so hard to make MTV offensive and it is barely working. MTV should get a host with morals, you know?
I really love awards show. I look forward to the Oscars every year with a sort of pathetic eagerness. But really, the MTV Video Music Awards? I watched them last year, and I'm watching them right now. I'm not entirely sure why. Part of it stems from the fact that I used to love watching this when I was about 14. Everyone did then, right? The movie awards were always on right when summer began, and the video music awards were on when it ended. Somehow, probably because I was 14, it all seemed really edgy in a way that it doesn't now. Now it all seems kind of lame, mostly because the only people who really seem to care are people who work at MTV. The channel tries really hard to show us how shocking and important the show has been, running specials about awards shows of years past as if they're trying to convince us of its relevance. Last year, someone on my facebook friends list complained that Russell Brand should not have been the host and that "MTV should hire a host with morals." That is probably the only time that MTV has shocked or offended anyone in the last 10 years, so good for them, I guess. But the other reason I like to watch stuff like this stems from my fear of missing something that everyone else is talking about. I still remember what it felt like in high school when I showed up one morning and everyone was talking about how crazy it was when Justin Timberlake ripped part of Janet Jackson's outfit off at the Super Bowl. I felt left out, and guess what? There was no youtube then. Actually I'm a little glad I am watching because Kanye West was just actin' a fool! That was actually kind of sad, you guys! Isn't Taylor Swift, like, 9 years old? He should take out his crazy on someone his own size/with a similar hairdo.
As Joni Mitchell once famously sang (in a sentiment that's been echoed countless times since by such esteemed musicians as The Counting Crows' Adam Duritz), you don't know what you got 'til it's gone. Joni was right, as always. I'd gotten used to having Alex here to watch movies with me every weekend. But now he's gone (for a few days)! On Saturday I hardly knew what to do with myself. He's backwoods camping in Tennessee with no cell reception, and H. was dancing his ass off at a wedding reception. Since I usually text/call either one or the both of them about 15 times a day, I was at a loss. So I watched a movie by myself.
The cover of Don't Look Now describes it as "A Psychic Thriller." Because there's a psychic involved (spoiler alert! Not really). It's hard for me to talk about Don't Look Now without talking about one specific thing: the sex scene. It was, hands down, the most explicit sex scene I've ever seen in a regular, rated R movie. Apparently, 9 frames (roughly half a second) had to be trimmed out of the scene to prevent the movie from getting an NC-17 rating. Only God (and I guess the people who worked on the film) knows what was shown in the half a second, but it must have been actual penetration because holy moly. I am not going to link to the scene because, I don't know, maybe you have fragile eyes or something, or maybe you don't want to watch a toupee-d Donald Sutherland having sex, but if you are curious just search for "Don't Look Now love scene" and you'll find it. In my research, I've come across some conflicting theories: one that Donald Sutherland and Julie Christie were together at the time and that this was real, unsimulated sex, and another that they just met immediately before shooting the scene and that it is not real. No confirmation from either Julie Christie OR Papa Sutherland about this, which is frustrating. To me. Because obviously these are the sorts of things I care about in a movie. So anyway. Don't Look Now is not a "scary" movie, strictly speaking. It is more of a psychological thriller, in the vein of Rosemary's Baby or Let's Scare Jessica to Death (that vein can hold both good and shitty movies, apparently). Quick plot summary: Papa Sutherland and Julie Christie's daughter drowned, and now they are convinced that she's appearing to them in some way in Venice, where they're restoring a church. The ending is actually shocking. I gasped! Do yourself a favor and don't find out what the ending is before seeing it (even though I know Alex already knows it), because it sounds so silly just reading it, but it's actually quite creepy and effective after seeing the whole movie! This movie was listed on both Bravo's Scariest Movie Scenes of All Time AND Entertainment Weekly's Sexiest Movie Scenes of All Time. And if you're anything like me, that's enough to make you want to see it. It's much slower paced than the trailer makes it seem, but I still think you'll really like it. Winfreys approve.
This is a thing that exists. Just click. And to answer the question you will have immediately after seeing this, yes, there is a John McCain version. http://www.lionbrand.com/patterns/80658AD.html?noImages= Welcome to my Friday night.
