Aus mir nicht bekannten Gründen ähneln seit neuestem meine Artikel einem Sammelbecken für verschiedene Themen. So auch heute.

• Es ist mir ja schon fast peinlich, wieder über den Nebel zu schreiben, aber: Seit Donnerstag versinkt auch die Uni darin, was ziemlich bemerkenswert ist, da sie auf einem Berg steht. Es heißt immer wieder, er würde so bedrücken, der Nebel. Ist mir bislang nur vereinzelt aufgefallen. Ich mag ihn vor allem abends, wenn es draußen kalt ist und man sich ohnehin freut, bald wieder ins Warme zu kommen. Wenn man aber mittags von der Mensa aus nicht mehr den See sehen kann, dann nervt er schon ein bisschen.
• Nächste Woche beginnt in Konstanz der Weihnachtsmarkt und die Vorfreude ist schon jetzt groß. Die Dunkelheit, die Lichter, der dampfende Glühwein, die eingefrorenen Nasen – super Sache!
• Ich war heute in der Stadt, neben einem neuen Geldbeutel (bei meinem alten war nach einem halben Jahr die Verklebung des Münzfachs gerissen – hrmpf) gab’s einen Terminplaner für das nächste Jahr und einige Überlegungen, was denn die Verwandtschaft zu Weihnachten bekommt. Sieht ganz gut aus im Moment.
• Vergangene Woche hab ich mich vor einer Vorlesung mit einem Kommilitonen unterhalten, der Mitglied einer Studentenverbindung ist. Fast alle Klischees wurden bestätigt: Er war (zu) laut, (eindeutig) rechts und seine Lieblings-Gesprächsthemen waren Biersorten, wer auf welches Bier am schnellsten kotzt und andere Studentenverbindungen, vor allem schlagende. Ich hätte nie gedacht, dass Klischees so zutreffend sein können – auch wenn ich stark vermute, dass der arme junge Mann dort vor allem Mitglied ist, um Anschluss zu finden.
• Ich habe inzwischen erfahren, dass es im Medien-Bereich unserer Uni-Bibliothek nicht nur wissenschaftliche Filme, sondern auch sehr viele Filme und TV-Serien auf DVD gibt. Vorhin hab ich ein paar Stichproben gemacht, “Sex & the City” ist dort ebenso zu finden wie “CSI: Miami” und “Grey’s Anatomy”. Unerwartet, aber ganz interessant…
• Nach etwas mehr als einem Monat Studium kann ich sagen: Ja, Bachelor bedeutet Arbeit! Inzwischen verschwimmt die Arbeitstag-Wochenened-Grenze, morgen werde ich zum ersten Mal an einem Sonntag in die Bibliothek gehen (auch noch abends!) und auch ansonsten gibt es keine “freien Tage” im eigentlichen Sinn – irgendwas muss immer getan werden…

Si può uscire dalla crisi se si è perso tutto? Spogliarsi come nella pellicola sui disoccupati di Sheffield non basta più. Ci vuole il servizio completo. Un’altra storia intorno alla famiglia Usa, aggrappata a un filo, molto particolare.

C’era una volta Full Monty, il film rivelazione di Peter Cattaneso, anno 1997, nato come produzione a basso costo, premiato da 4 nomination e un Oscar, ma soprattutto diventato un fenomeno di costume. Raccontava la storia di sei disoccupati inglesi, che nella triste Sheffield, cercavano di uscire dalla crisi più nera. Per far fronte a problemi economici e alla sensazione d’inutilità e frustrazione, tentavano un po’ goffamente l’impresa di allestire uno spettacolo di spogliarello maschile. Chi non ricorda i sei proletari folgorati dallo streap tease, che improvvisano in fila per il sussidio un provino sulle note di Hot Stuff di Donna Summer?

Hung, la serie tv che va in onda stasera su SkyUno è il nuovo Full Monty, ma stavolta si è soli, e non basta spogliarsi. Per affrontare la crisi in età adulta ci vuole il “servizio completo”.

Protagonista di Hung è un uomo maturo, divorziato, in rotta con il lavoro e con sé stesso. Per la precisione, Ray Dracker (interpretato da Thomas Jane) è un’ex-promessa del basket abbandonato dalla moglie, senza una casa, che ha perso l’affidamento dei figli, ed è insoddisfatto del proprio lavoro che consiste nel fare sottopagato l’allenatore di una squadra di college a Detroit. Un disperato quindi, ma Ray è anche bello e superdotato, appunto hung, parola col doppio significato di appeso, come Ray rispetto alla sua vita.

Il sottotitolo recita «It’s hard to make an indecent living»: è difficile condurre una vita indecente. E infatti la vita di Ray è un bollettino di guerra. C’è poco da ridere se si pensa a un insegnante di ginnastica in bancarotta che si dà alla prostituzione, ma ci si prova. Ray finisce nel più classico dei corsi motivazionali che promettono il successo e l’affermazione professionale in tempi rapidi, «Tira fuori l’imprenditore che c’è in te» recita il panel. Una suggestione che si rivela efficace, anche grazie a una sua ex Tanya (Jane Adams), incontrata allo stesso seminario. E proprio Tanya che gli aveva rimproverato di avere più cm che neuroni, sarà la sua manager.
Anche nelle note stampa, la svolta viene descritta con un linguaggio che ricorda lo storytelling aggressivo e deciso dei manager che leggono Sun Tzu: «Ray resolves to take advantage of his greatest asset, in hopes of changing his fortunes in a big way».

Hung viene prodotto dalla Hbo, che già con Six feet under e i Soprano ha affrontato la crisi della famiglia americana e dei suoi pilastri. Hung sembra il rovescio della libertà di Sex and the city e chissà se ripeterà lo stesso epocale successo. Per ora la serie in Usa è andata molto bene. «Una serie tv con le palle» ha scritto Mattia Nicoletti sul sito Moob, uno degli osservatori più interessanti sulle serie tv: «la storia di un uomo al limite costretto a compiere gesti che non avrebbe mai compiuto per rimanere a galla e attaccato anche se per un filo alla famiglia». Una storia di sopravvivenza e di cambiamento «nell’Obama post Madoff», quando i talenti tradizionali non funzionano più.

What was in Fox & Fiends Weekend witches’ brew this morning? According to the author’s recollections still clouded by this intriguing intoxicant, the odd ingredients were co-anchor Clayton Morris’ missing wedding ring, Rick Reichmuth’s piece of chocolate corset, and Dave Briggs’s drink of Cosmo with a dance by Alisyn Camerota to conjure up the potion’s magic. Eerily, this strange and powerful potation seemed to have worked its evil, making a “show about nothing” eminently watchable.

Seemingly, the first element placed into the blackened kettle was Clayton’s wedding band to add a golden glow. (If so, his wife Sara may not be overly pleased.) Apparently, the second was Rick’s strip of chocolate cloth torn from a maiden’s bodice. (Viewers, whether F&F’s meteorologist did indeed lick the young New York Chocolate Show model’s corset as proffered has yet to be determined.) Then Dave seemed to have added a glass of his Sex and the City fave Cosmo. (During the show, he seemed to have enjoyed its effects as he transmogrified from a mild-mannered family guy to a zany Kramer nailing the Seinfeld character’s speech, mannerisms, and dance.)* For the diabolic denouement, the bewitching damsel Aly did her Elaine dance before the final curtain call.

An unforgettable show? Perhaps, so. Dear reader, when the evil elixir wears off, hopefully, the author can remember these things if they were so.

*[For a snippet of Dave doing Kramer, cf. the A.S.S.]

The ultimate gift of love: Mr. Big gives Carrie Bradshaw a new closet in the film "Sex & the City"

Okay, you all know that scene in the film Sex & the City, where Mr. Big surprises Carrie with the ultimate gift: a new closet?  You don’t? Shame on you boys! Click here to view the scene. Well guys, this Christmas I suggest you follow in Mr. Big’s shoes, and give a closet to the one you love…or a pantry…or an organized home office.  And for you women out there wondering what would impress your man the most this year, think about a new garage system!  Perhaps his yacht or his sailboat needs some home improvements?  Of course, if you own a yacht, you probably aren’t an avid reader of this blog.  Which would be a shame, because Elizabeth City is known as “The Harbor of Hospitality”.  As you sail south for the winter, you could catch me in a musical downtown and then meet me afterwards…but I digress.

What’s the matter?  Think it’s too expensive?  What if I told you there’s a warm, personable company out there that performs a consultation and a complete mock-up of plans for FREE?  Now I sound like a cheesy commercial.  Okay, the jig is up.  In truth, my wonderful friends Darrell and Rebecca Cross (who also happen to be starring in the show Seussical with me…yes, I run with a highly talented group of experts!) run such a business.  I suggest if you are anywhere in the Hampton Roads area of Virginia, or anywhere in the Northeast North Carolina/Outerbanks area, you must give them a call!  They are Homearama Winners and ABC’s Extreme MakeOver participants too, dontcha  know?!

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la fille de poche ama le serie. le ama da sempre e fin qui non ci piove. se ne vede 50, quelle che però ama sono 5 o 6. fra queste sei campeggia quella ambientata nell’ospedale universitario di seattle, la cui pioggia è uno dei protagonisti principali della serie, come quella “city” di sex and the city. parlo di grey’s anatomy, che come l’anatomia umana studia la struttura e la forma del corpo umano, questa anatomia disseziona i sentimenti, come i bisturi di questi aspiranti chirurghi. all’inizio odiavo meredith, pensavo fosse una baldracca qualsiasi: la guardi e fai, ma è solo una 38ennechefalapartedella20enne, e poi la riguardi e dici, il chirurgo plastico c’è andato giù duro. ma poi l’incontro con una rossa di deneuviana memoria l’ha allontanata dal suo dottor stranamore trasformandola in una persona qualsiasi, diventa la seconda scelta, come quelle sottomarche al supermercato, quelle carte igieniche con effetto cartavetrata o i fazzoletti diciamo senza effetto peeling. e a tratti nella parte finale della serie quasi si campeggia per la rossa algida perché passa dalla parte degli “umiliati e offesi”. a poco a poco, la serie ti entra dentro…con tutti i suoi personaggi, izzie stephens, l’istintiva tenerona – un po’ io -che rischia tutto per amore di un cardiopatico di javier bardemiana memoria, ma che è l’unica ad aver scoperto il buono che c’è dietro l’odioso stronzo alex karev, modello di ckalviniana memoria poi c’è cristina yang, che ricorda un quadro di picasso, tanto immersa nel lavoro quanto negli occhi di burke, georgino o’malley il coinquilino che tutte sognano di avere. il medico color cioccolato fondente al 65% che sotto la patina di infame nasconde quella di un grissino. per non parlare della nazi, la bailey, adorabile bastarda di quelle che fanno paura, ma sanno anche sorridere. all’appello manca solo webber, il primario che tutti temono, ma tutti adorano. da quasi un anno vedo la serie e devo dire che è andata crescendo diventanto un prodotto fantastico. premiato dalla critica e dal pubblico…e dalle mie lacrime, la fille de poche ha il pianto facile e ha pianto quasi sempre. ha pianto quando al seattle grace è arrivata l’apocalisse, ha pianto quando meredith è stata docciata da cristina e izzie in seguito alla fine del mondo, ha pianto quando cristina ha perso il bambino e burke ha scoperto tutto solo guardando il tabellone, quando la bimba – bimbo ha scelto il suo sesso, quando meredith è stata mollata dal dottor stranamore e quando piangeva mentre stava a letto con george, ho pianto quando il recupero della loro amicizia sembrava compromesso, ho pianto quando rosanna arquette muore, ho pianto col bimbo specialista in spelling, ho pianto quando la madre affetta da cancro lasciava un testamento alla figlia 16enne, ho pianto quando le cinque gemelline non ce l’hanno fatta – solo una se né è salvata -, ho pianto quando meredith viene lavata da izzie e cristina in seguito alla bomba, ho pianto quando due perfetti sconosciuti erano attraversati da un treno o quando mentre la nazi partoriva il marito moriva.ma ho anche riso, con la bailey in primis. ho pianto talmente tanto che le mie ghiandole lacrimali in pieno sciopero non hanno retto e mi hanno lasciata solo con l’amaro in bocca quando il cane di meredith è stato soppresso, quando burke rischiava di morire, o izzie aveva esagerato, ho quasi pianto per la nipote di wallace, o quasi pianto quando addison ha capito e ancora quando alex consola la sua izzie dopo la morte di danny. queste e ancora le lacrime che verranno per tutti noi grey’s addicted…..seriously. vi lascio alla colonna sonora splendida degli ultimi momenti della seconda stagione con i cari snow patrol e la loro chasing cars, pazienza se c’è già in bellainrosa, come simbolo di quelle canzoni che ho amato grazie a questa serie (in testa “fools in love“, “not going anywhere” e “song beneath the song“)…bene è tutto…vi lascio agli snow e a grey’s….

e un doveroso aggiornamento

bisoux,

la fille de poche

(originally posted on: 12/05/07 – modified on: 24/10/09)

The Wardrobe Department of a television series has an Important Job. After all, “clothes make the man.” In this case, they could very well make the character. The character’s outfits provide us with an immediate impression of the person behind the clothes. Sometimes, that is a very, very, bad, seriously, oh my God, so bad impression. Take Kate Harper from West Wing.

She’s a former spook who now works for the White House and she is dressed EXACTLY how you would imagine a military chick, constantly surrounded by men and with way more important things to worry about than what she should purchase at Barney’s next week at a sample sale. (Not that those things aren’t important, to each his or her own. But you get my point.)

Her costume person did a perfect job. Does that mean she looks good? Oh, Lord, no. This whole situation is just awful. It actually distracts me while I’m watching her WW reruns. “This situation in China sounds just terrible. MOTHER OF GOD, KATE. SHOULDER PADS?” is a constant refrain in my house.

With that, I give you television’s Top Five Worst Dressers, characters whose personal style is so mind-numbingly awful that it’s actually physically distracting to watch them on the TV lest your eyes burst into flames. Fun!

5. Miranda Hobbes from Sex & the City (Seasons 1 – 3)

Long before Sex & The City became this kind of massive fashion icon, thanks to Patricia Field’s zaniness and Sarah Jessica Parker’s penchant for drooling over Manolo Blahniks, Miranda Hobbes’ wardrobe kind of made me want to end my own life.

Sure, yes. She just screams New York lawyer. But, unless you’re ready to sue your dry cleaner, that is not a good thing.  Miranda is abrasive, funny and brilliant. She’s also the most awkward of the foursome, at least in the first few seasons. Not only was her string of suits bad (bad BAD. And hair. Hair bad.) but everything fit her oddly, like Patricia Field and SJP were sipping cocktails and laughing over pinning a ginormous flower to her lapel and then Pat would turn to Cynthia Nixon, slouched nervously off to the side of the dressing room, and go, “Oh. Erm. Here.” And toss her a turtleneck that actually succeeded in making her look stumpy, if that’s at all possible.

4. Donna Martin from Beverly Hills 90210

Jesus. Yes. You’d better cry.

In the beginning, Donna Martin was actually kind of mousy in a Valley sort of way. Which is strange, considering how uber-rich she’s supposed to be. Put it this way- if the high school girls of the new 90210 ran into high school Donna, they would not hang out with her. They might even pull a few Amish/ deranged Blossom/Walk to Remember jokes. Oh, that’s right. They’re not me. I digress.

And then. And THEN. Lord. I imagine the conversation with the producers went like this.

“The flower bonnets aren’t working for us. They just don’t measure up to Kelly’s bicycle shorts and flower print dresses.”

“I hear you.” Executive producer taps finger-tips together. “How about we whore it up?”

“How exactly? She’s a virgin. How do we turn a virgin into a whore? Without, you know, her having sex?”

“Good question.” Executive taps a finger to goateed chin. “Do we have any belly shirts? With suspenders?”

Anyone who thinks of Donna Martin remembers the awkward dress ball gown she wore on Halloween, the floppy hats from the first season and then the horrible, God-awful ’90s nightmare of tight pants, short skirts, an endless collection of teeny baby T-’s and plunging scoop necks that told us way too much information about her breast implants. And then she’d wear a button-up blouse with suspenders (see tears above) or a denim tuxedo and try to distract us with dying her hair in obnoxiously vibrant colors.

3. Denise Huxtable from The Cosby Show (Season 1 & 2)

Oh, DENISE. A part of me thinks you might be some kind of avante-garde genius. The Rihanna hair, the shoulder pads, the COLORS. Do you know how many times I had to adjust the color settings on my TV when you’d saunter through the Huxtable living room? SO MANY TIMES. The jewelery, the Hammer pants. Some of those jumpers- I just- I didn’t- WHERE DID YOU FIND THEM? I could just stare at the construction for hours. Why isn’t your wardobe something studied on Project Runway? All I want is for Tim Gunn to enter the bathroom while you all are saying good-bye to Rudy’s fish, give you and your neon jumpsuit a once over and say, “Denise. I’m concerned.”

Seriously, someone look at this outfit and send me a diagram or something about how it was made. I have to know.

2. Kimmy Gibler from Full House

Sometimes, I watch old episodes of Full House and think, “How did they get away with dressing this fourteen-year-old as an elderly prostitute?” And then I wonder if their sticking Andrea Barber in leggings and bicycle shorts pretty much for her entire childhood hindered her ability to have children as an adult. Or scarred her against wearing, well, anything ever again. Or anything with a pattern anyway. If I were her, I’d stick with solid colors for, oh, the rest of my natural life.

1. Jerri Blank from Strangers With Candy

Poor Jerri Blank. Cursed not only with booze, pills, and being a total loser (her words, not mine), she also destined to be the homeliest person on Earth. Her lipstick-smudged teeth, her Mom haircut, her woeful expressions, her lumpy body and her late ’70s after-school special meets Grandma’s handbag wardrobe… It’s a good thing it all adds up to her being such a hysterically funny icon for forty-six-year-old high school freshmen everywhere.

Todays’ post is all about my mom, Darling. Why? Just because I feel like it and I know that I’m incredibly blessed to have a mom like her. So, here’s the list of why my mom is fabulous:

* She reads Vogue which makes her an excellent person to turn to for fashion advice.

* She introduced me to Sex & The City.

* If it’s your birthday, you get to request your favorite dinner and cake with homemade icing.

* She loves Jack as if he were her own dog.

* She’s the best cheerleader I know.

* We have our own rituals. Like shopping & IHOP the day after Thanksgiving. Hot fudge sundaes once a month, just because.

* She was the one who encouraged me to blog.

* She calls me on my bad moods and bullshit (rare that I’m that way, but it happens and she tells me so).

* We laugh so hard it hurts more often than not.

* She has a pink cell phone.

* She wrote me a children’s book, just because. I have it tucked away for if/when I have kids.

* Darling knows when to hold my hand through certain situations and  when to let me fly (and maybe crash) on my own, but she’s always there to pick up the pieces.

* She’ll gladly get on stage to sing with my dad’s band. She’s also pretty darn good at it too.

* She’s given me a list of nicknames as long as my arm, including things like Beeps. Smoodgie-San. Laser. (And no, I don’t know what they mean specifically.)

* She has a kick-ass blog. No, really. You should read her especially if you like photos, book recommendations, poems and anything else literary.

* She still gets excited about Christmas and repeatedly tells me and my brother NOT to go in my parent’s closet because we’ll run our surprises.

* We share our movie collections with each other (and not surprisingly, love the same kinds of movies).

Who is the most influential woman in your life? Does she read Vogue?

Tournage de Sex and the City 2 :

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Miley Cyrus joined Sarah Jessica Parker and Kim Cattrall at the Ziegfeld Theater in New York to film her scenes for Sex In the City, Saturday.

Cyrus plays herself in a storyline that involves the teen superstar turning up to a movie  premiere in the same outfit as Cattrall’s Samantha  Jones character.

It’s all about making the most of a potentially embarrassing situation. Both ‘girls’ look amazing as they pucker up for cameras on the red carpet. Love it.

[Image courtesy of Los Angeles based celebrity news agency SplashNewsOnline]

by Beal

It’s easy for an actor to become the character they play on television. Can anyone make a valid argument about David Schwimmer and Ross Gellar not being one in the same? Or how about Frasier Crane? For the rest of his life Kelsey Grammar will always be (much to his own chagrin), Dr. Frasier Crane. That’s just who he is, and how we perceive him, but as much as we like him, we can’t accept him in another role. There are however, a select few members of the television elite who have managed to star in not one, but TWO prominent television roles. It’s unfortunate, a little, to think that so many great television stars never get a second chance to shine, but for the following five (ten by the time Judi chimes in) actors, NTO is glad they did. Without further adieu, here are the Top Five Stars So Nice They Cast Them Twice:

5. Kyle McLaughlin – Special Agent Dale Cooper (Twin Peaks) | Trey MacDougal (Sex and the City) | Orson Hodge (Desperate Housewives)

Alright, alright, so Kyle McLaughlin isn’t exactly television “elite,” but I like to give credit where credit is due. Somehow this guy has managed to star in two super hits (SATC, DH) and a total cult classic while somehow remaining somewhat nameless to the lay television viewer. His name is Kyle McLaughlin and he is a TV triple threat. Have you seen Twin Peaks? McLaughlin plays Special Agent Dale Cooper, the FBI guy sent to a podunk town in Washington to investigate the murder of the homecoming queen. He’s delightfully quirky, and really bizarre without being creepy. Actually, he’s sort of like his character Orson Hodge in Desperate Housewives, but without the whole attempted murder, left his own mother for dead, extorts his own wife, is a kleptomaniac thing. He plays both well, and they’re quite different characters, but what they have in common, is that no matter how nice or normal they might seem, you can just tell that there’s something off. What might that be? Well, maybe he’s an impotent mama’s boy with an affinity for Jugs magazine and Scottish flings. Oh wait, that’s his character Trey MacDougal, Charolotte York’s first husband on Sex and the City. “Alrighty.”

4.  Ron Howard – Opie Taylor (The Andy Griffith Show) | Richie Cunningham (Happy Days)

Seriously, how CUTE was little Ronnie Howard? The ginger offspring of Sheriff Andy Taylor was always getting into moral dilemmas and fortunately for him his father’s moral compass was pointed straight towards heaven. Pa doled out his simple, heartfelt country wisdom on the regular and we ate it up with a spoon. Hard to believe that that little boy who always struggled to do the right thing would turn out to play Richie Cunningham on Happy Days? Now, I’m not the hugest fan of Happy Days it’s a little too absurd for my taste (that’s right, TOO ABSURD), but there’s no denying that it is a television institution, not unlike The Andy Griffith Show, and so the fact that Howard starred in both, I think, is kind of remarkable. Not to mention his super successful directorial career or his narration of/affiliation with Arrested Development.

3. Betty White – Sue Ann Nivens (The Mary Tyler Moore Show) | Rose Nylund (The Golden Girls)

Betty White is easily my favorite television actress of all time. She’s been on television literally, since its inception. My favorite, and her most well known roles? Sue Ann Nivens on The Mary Tyler Moore Show and Rose Nylund on The Golden Girls. In an alternate universe, I would LOVE to see Sue Ann and Rose hang out with one another. Sue Ann and her “Happy Homemaker” with a dark side sits down for cheesecake with dimwitted Scandinavian, Rose Nylund. HILARITY ENSUES! Did you know that when they were casting The Mary Tyler Moore Show the character description for Sue Ann said, “A Betty White type?” At some point, one of the producers suggested, “Why don’t we just hire Betty White.” No one assumed she would take the role, but she did, and for that, we must bow down to the gods of television and sing the praises of the incomparable Betty White.

2. Mary Tyler Moore – Laura Petrie (The Dick Van Dyke Show) | Mary Richards (The Mary Tyler Moore Show)

Who’s more lovable than Mary Tyler Moore? I submit that there is NO ONE! Which is probably why she was cast in two of television’s biggest hits. As a child my first introduction to Mary was as Laura Petrie on The Dick Van Dyke show which aired on Nick@Nite (of which the early 90’s version was far superior to today). Concurrently, N@N also aired The Mary Tyler Moore Show, another personal favorite. I remember finally noticing one day, “Heey, Rob’s wife is totally Mary Richards!” Without any concept of when these shows had actually been new, only that they were old, I, for a short time decided that Mary Tyler Moore was the greatest TV actress of all time, starring in two shows SIMULTANEOUSLY, for a number of years. However, I then deduced that The Dick Van Dyke Show was far more olden timey (four years) because it was in black and white, and yet again, felt a jolt of love for Mary, who had conquered both black and white and COLOR television formats. Seriously though, she can turn the world on with her smile.

1.  Larry Hagman – Major Nelson (I Dream of Jeannie) | J.R. Ewing (Dallas)

Imagine how bewildered I was when I finally put two and two together and realized that my beloved J.R. Ewing was actually Major Nelson. I thought I was better than that, but alas, I enjoyed these two programs at entirely different stages of my life, as did most of America. Hagman hit it big as Major Nelson, the zany astronaut owner of a mildly retarded genie in I Dream of Jeanie, which aired from 1965 to 1970. In 1978 Hagman returned to the small screen as the nefarious J.R. Ewing, the baddest, most powerful, richest man in Dallas. The two characters could not possibly be more diametrically different, which is why Hagman found himself at Number 1 today! Nelson is a clownish sitcom character who engages in madcap hi-jinx with a fantastical sex symbol who wears pink tulle on the reg. J.R. is a depraved oil man with an insatiable appetite for women, money and bourbon who will stop at nothing to remain in power. Plus his eyebrows are awesome.

I live in Sugarhouse – anyone here from Sugarhouse?

Does anyone remember downtown Sugarhouse before there was a huge pit there? It was hipster central. The per capita rate of tight man pants was ridiculous. I mean, there was DI, a coffee shop, and a place that sold jeans & coffee – in the same store.

So, with this pit came Blue Boutique having to move down the street – seriously… like 3 blocks down the street. And Sugarhouse was waving the Utah flag – which is a picture of a woman holding several crying babies.

Anyway, I guess the big hullabaloo was because Blue Boutique sells dildos – or what the residents lovingly called “rubber penises.”

Can you imagine the woman who invented the dildo? She’s like… hmm – I LIKE penises, but I don’t like that there’s a man attached to them…

So this whole mess is going on and I’m like, let’s Google dildos. You know, just out of curiously. A stat I came across that sounds a bit scary is the amount of dildos in the world. Did you know that 1 out of every 3 women owns a dildo? I can see the guys out there counting girls off. 1, 2, dildo owner.

Think about it. There are 150 million men in the US and about 199 million penises – some attached and some not.
Now, being a stats nerd I admit stats can lie. If there are 100 women in this room, do I believe 33 of them own dildos? No. But I do think there is one woman in this room who owns 33 dildos. You know who you are…

One of the most famous rubber penises is called “The Bunny.” Anyone heard of this? It was on Sex and the City, I guess. So… this thing has a spinning shaft, little massage balls inside of it – and bunny ears that flutter in the front to stimulate some imaginary female button.

Seriously, how am I going to compete with that? I’m whiny, I leave messes, you have to feed me when I get home from work. How do I compete with a wild spinning penis you can hide in a drawer?

We’re finished guys! Who would have thought the most advanced creature on the planet was a bunny!

I use to think those freaks trying to ban teaching evolution in schools were crazy, but until my shaft starts rotating, grows tumbling balls inside it, and sprouts fluttering bunny ears Darwin can suck on my obsolete schlong.

We have the sweetest Chloé from the 1980s for one lucky girl! It is a lovely lilac lace with a darling pair of matching gloves. It’s a little dallop of lacey, lilac deliciousness…

The Sweetest Thing

F 38 (US 2-4)

Chris Noth, 54, of Sex & The City has announced his engagement to Tara Wilson, 27. The couple have a two year old son, Orion Christopher Noth. Noth met his sweetheart when Wilson worked at Noth’s local New York City bar, The Cutting Room. Canadian born Wilson and Noth now jointly own the Once Upon A Teacup, tea house in Ontario Canada. [/source]

A la recherche d’un soutien gorge maintenant bien la poitrine, sur conseil de G. et après essayage par dessus mes fringues en plein rayon, je me suis laissée tenter par la collection “Fit” de DIM. Je peux dire qu’ils sont super agréables à porter et jolis. Pas hyper glamour mais jolis quand même !

Grande accro de la série Sex & the city, j’ai toujours envié Carrie et son fameux collier (bon le sien est en or, ok…). J’ai enfin trouvé une bijouterie qui les faisaient à un prix plus que raisonnable. Il ne me manque que mon aller simple pour NYC !

Dupa ce am vazut-o pe Leighton Meester in rolul lui odioasei Blair Waldorf [Gossip Girl] chiar nu mi-am imaginat ca ar putea canta. Se pare ca m-am inselat.  Este o piesa energica care te duce cu gandul la o seara nebuna in club. Enjoy!

[Cobra Starship ft. Leighton Meester]

Not all that long ago I posted an entry titled “Let’s get some shoes” this featured a tonne of weird shoes, and in all honesty got an overwhelming response, for some weird reason!

Therefore I have decided to do another one, titled “Handbags can only SOMETIMES be a girls best friend” because, really I have an addiction to gorgeous handbags and I do sometimes think of them as my best friends, instead of diamonds.  But, if my handbag collection consisted of some of these, I think Id rather kill myself! Here we go….

Classically titled “KeyBag” this clutch is made from keyboard keys – umm, can someone type L.O.L

 This one is really disturbing to me, what is it? a foetus?

This one is weird – yes, but its gorgeous. Made famous by Sex & The City movie. Judith Leiber Cupcake Clutch - RRP: $5,000 AUD.

Your numberplate on a handbag – mmmmhmm classssssy!

I’ve always wanted a handbag with feet, I wonder where I can buy one of these hideous looking things! ha.

 For the rock gods in the house….. hehe. Its kind of cute.
  And heres one for the gardeners in the house! GROSS.

And finally, you know you have FAR too much money, when you put your trash out in a Louis Vuitton garbage bag!

Miley Cyrus has been confirmed for an appearance in Sex and The City. She will appear as herself, and will wear the same dress to a red carpet event that Kim Cattrall’s character Samantha Jones is also wearing, “to make her feel young again.”

Although Miley does not have any speaking lines in the film script as yet, the laugh goes to Mario Cantone’s character, Anthony, who screams: “Mother of God: She’s wearing the same dress as Hannah Montana.”

Nice cross-over audience share going on her with the Cougar-Milf generation and Ms Cyrus tween-based audiences. Smart film producing.

Until then, Miley can be seen screaming her lungs off, on her Wonder World tour, in her favorite white denim cut offs.

We love babies in this country. Don’t believe me? Just ask Utah. Or, better yet, US Weekly. US Weekly is so in tune with our lust for babies and pregnant women and people with babies and women with babies who lost all the baby weight and baby fashion lines and baby FEUDS (it’s coming, trust me. That Maddox looks like trouble) that little Suri Cruise is practically a cover staple. And though we weren’t always so obsessed with celebrities’ real life spawn (think about it- ten years ago, would the name of Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner’s toddler daughter come rolling so easily off your tongue?), we have ALWAYS had a soft spot for that Very Special Episode- “So and So Gives Birth.”

With that, I give you my Top Five TV Births. Let the contractions begin! And the epidural! Where’s my champagne? Where’s my salami?!*

WARNING: Searching for baby-related TV clips on YouTube is EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. Proceed with caution if you don’t want to see a lot of homemade delivery videos (and I am not talking pizza. Mother of GOD)

5. Full House- Rebecca Gives Birth to Twins and the Most Ridiculous Living Situation/Solution Ever

Remember when Aunt Becky was pregnant with twins? And everyone (including me, shut up) was really, really excited? And then they went and were born on Michelle’s birthday (Michelle’s not special anymore. Awesome) And then, instead of MOVING OUT like normal human beings, they move back into the attic of their brother-in-law’s house and force the twins to live in a closet? Good times…

John Stamos, how much longer do you think you can get by on being COMPLETELY adorable?

4. Sex & The City- Miranda Gives Birth to “Oh, right. I have a baby.”

I love the Miranda-Mommy episodes. I can’t think of another show that’s tackled the whole notion of “I hate kids but I guess I’ll love my kid” issue before Miranda gave birth to Brady, her son with quasi-retarded bartender Steve. She’s just so bemused by the whole thing. She thinks baby showers are stupid, she hates being pregnant, she has NO CLUE what she’s supposed to do with a baby. Right up until the delivery, Miranda’s got rules about how it’s going to go down- she doesn’t want the nurses to be all cheery, she wants Steve to suck it up with all the man-crying and she wants it over and done.

Add her water breaking on Carrie’s heels and we’ve got ourselves some TV.

3. Friends- Phoebe Gives Birth to Her Brother’s Triplets

Now, there are some missteps in the Phoebe gives birth to triplets episode (mainly the whole thing with the doctor who’s obsessed with Fonzie although I do like that “dilated-amundo” joke) but I love it. I can’t help it. It’s all so good. Chandler and Monica are hooking up in the closet in secret. Joey and Ross are pushing out a kidney stone (changing forever how I say “KIDNEY STONE” ie with an Indian accent) in a lovely dual-montage with Phoebe’s birth (“Ow. Ow, ow, ow. OW.”) Phoebe tells Rachel that she wants to keep one of the babies (Rachel: “Oh, I’m going to be on the news.”) The fantastic Giovanni Ribisi running out and announcing the birth of his kids, dazedly walking back in as he realizes he now has THREE babies. Him making out with Kitty from That 70’s Show, another actress I would like to be in just about everything.

Sadly lacking in Friends clips on the old YouTube.

2. The Cosby Show- Sandra Gives Birth to (Surprise!) Twins

I will admit to loving it when the Huxtables go all soft and mushy on their kids. It’s rare but it happens. I ALSO love any time we get a “My BA-by!” out of Claire, preferably when she’s throwing her arms up in the air. It’s almost as good as when she gets really, really angry. Almost.

So Sondra finally gives birth, the big surprise being that it’s twins! (Unfortunately naming them “Winnie” and “Nelson”, the today equivalent of naming your twins Barack and Obama which I’m SURE has been done somewhere in America already) Obviously, the nicest part of the episode is her moment with Cliff and, apparently, the little speech she gives him about what a wonderful father he’s been was ad-libbed on Sabrina La Beauf’s part. So unbelievably sweet.

1. I Love Lucy- A Tiny Bongo is Born

Well, now. I have to end this on the biggest television birth in history. I’m a professional, after all. The episode “Lucy Goes to the Hospital” coincided with Lucille Ball’s C-section of her second child, Desi Arnaz Jr, culminating in the most watched television episode of the day.

And it’s so, so good. Ricky in his show makeup, in the waiting room and, one of my favorite scenes of all time, the “Ricky, it’s time” fiasco. It’s pure screwball, with Fred tripping over the phone, the suitcase spilling open, everyone stepping on each other and Ricky completely losing his cool. All culminating in them running out the door, leaving Lucy to wail, “Hey! Wait for me!”

*Classic line from E! one-season wonder Love is in the Heir. Anyone? Hello?

Okay, I’m probably going to get myself into a lot of trouble for this, but…as I sat in my little Brooklyn studio this morning, ever the diligent worker bee for a number of different outlets, I couldn’t help but think of the age-old adage, “Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?”

That’s kind of how I feel about my career these days. And I guess it’s not a *completely* accurate analogy as I’m not writing for free, but, I mean, think about it: The milk is cheaper.

And I’m not sure if it’s a function of the economy and that it’s REALLY that there are TONS of places out there that would love to hire me full-time if only they could (but they just got out of a serious relationship? And are just not in the right place right now? And are incapable/unable to give me what I want/need? Or have had plenty of long-lasting, meaningful relationships with writers who are comfortable with non-exclusivity?)…OR…if it’s really that these places like to get together every once in awhile but are really not looking for anything serious…and are happy to string me along as long as they possibly can until the next poor chump comes along.

And, I mean, who are we kidding? A girl’s gotta pay her rent and a girl’s gotta eat, so…until Nora Ephron turns my book into a screenplay (or Mr. Wonderfulpants falls from the sky), I don’t really have a choice. But it did sort of hit me…in a kind of Carrie Bradshaw-esque voiceover with a closeup of typing across a Mac screen: Are freelancers the trollops of the media industry?

I don’t have a ton of time to expound upon this right this red, hot minute (as noted above — I’m a working girl!), but I feel like the past couple of days have been full of epiphanies and whatnot, so let’s maybe push a giant metaphorical pause button and revisit this after my deadline?