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Tuesday, November 22nd, 2016

I’m still thinking about David Blaine. I have a theory.

So, his wacky physical stuff can be explained by him being disciplined and willing to push his body farther than any normal person ever would. Like, he trained himself to hold his breath for seventeen minutes or some equally ridiculous shit. On the Netflix special, Crockett and I saw him teach himself to drink gallons of water, then kerosene, then spit them in reverse order onto an open flame.

Basically, physically he makes very poor choices but some of them look neat.

The other thing he does all the time, though, I am stymied! Or was, until I came up with my foolproof theory. The thing I’m talking about is the audience participation thing. He’ll have someone sign a card, then that same card will turn up in that person’s inner pocket. He’ll have someone think a name, and then that name will appear on the inside of the window of the store they’re standing in front of.

There’s only one solution.

He can see, like, twenty minutes or so into the future.

Think about it. It’s not really far enough to do much useful, and he doesn’t quite seem like the selfless type anyway. I mean, COULD he sit in the ICU and tell doctors when someone is pre-crash? Sure, but how would that bring in the ladies? Could he travel with SWAT teams and tell them when a situation is going to go south based on their current course of action? Totally, but SWAT members make, what, like high five figures? That ain’t Vegas money.

Short of googling how those tricks are done (which I have no interest in doing because it’s likely to be either technically complicated or prosaic and I’m not into that), this is the only explanation.

Right?

*Pats self on back*

nobody puts yeah

Saturday, November 19th, 2016

Jennifer Grey, babe.

THE HAIR.

We’re watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, cause I let Crockett pick the movie and he’s done really well lately at committing to one movie quick and making it a good choice. Not, like, a totally outside the box choice – more something if you were flipping through channels and realized it was just starting, you’d stick with that channel for at least one ore two commercial breaks. (When do we as a culture really need to start explaining those references? People like Buzzfeed already are, but the concept of channels still 100% exists. And commercials. I guess anyone who uses DVR instead of the Netflix/Hulu/CW/HBO bastard conglomerate we’ve assembled still totally knows.)

I don’t care what Jennifer Grey did to her nose. It was bigger and now it’s not? I heard that it may have affected her career, but suspect that may just be how much ‘we’ hate it when women make choices about their physicality that ‘we’ don’t agree with (wherein said we is a bunch of men usually who probably think they were special for seeing her cuteness when her nose was a little larger than average and are irritated that she changed so that everyone else (who already thought she was cute) also thinks she’s cute, right?)

I do really love her hair. It must be naturally curly, but she makes it look like it’s not crunchy. I think that’s a hard hard thing when you have curly hair, and she’s been nailing it since 1986.

Jennifer Grey = babe.

 

and I think it’s kind of sad

Sunday, November 13th, 2016

(Crazy Ex-Girlfriend season 2 episode 4 spoilers abound.)

Crockett and I were out grabbing dinner earlier, and I remembered something and turned to him and banged on his shoulder.

“Oh oh oh! I forgot to tell you! Paula got an abortion in Crazy Ex-Girlfriend!”

“Oh,” sad face Crockett.

“No, it was good!”

Confused face Crockett.

“See, she’s an adult woman with two teenage kids and she just got into law school, and she thought she couldn’t get an abortion but it also wasn’t a baby she and her (bumbling but cute) husband were trying for, so she did end up doing it! It was the right decision!”

“Ok .. is it a big deal?”

“NO! They made it the B plot even! It was about the same as her law school application process, importance wise!”

I did speak with a lot of exclamation points, I’m not exaggerating. It was a beautiful, realistic, low key representation of a process that millions of families go through.

When Paula was at home in bed afterwards, her husband told her he was going to make her dinner but because he knew his limits he’d order a pizza instead and it was very sweet. See, earlier in the episode he’d tried to feed the family raw chicken. Then when Paula’s best friend (who didn’t know about the pregnancy or it’s end) came over, Paula cried a little and didn’t tell her what had happened, she just said she didn’t feel well. It hurt her, physically and emotionally, there was no doubt about it, so much so that she wasn’t able to talk about it  - it wasn’t brushed off, but it wasn’t a decision that was sanctified either.

It’s not a position I’ve found myself in, but this feels like a home truth real life way this could go down, and it came with literally zero judgement in any way from any character, and it was the B PLOT. I LOVED IT SO MUCH, and I’m sad that I’m so happy it was so meaningful.

Something like 1 in 5 women will have an abortion. That’s virtually half the number of women who will be diagnosed with some form of cancer throughout their lifetime. We talk about cancer ALL THE TIME. Yet the representation of the women who get abortions is almost nil.

Whatever – I loved Crazy Ex-Girlfriend from the first, but it just keeps getting better. Rebecca Bloom FOREVER.

 

mr right

Sunday, November 6th, 2016

This is not a post about how amazing Crockett is.

I mean, it could be, obviously. Today we’ve been married for four weeks and I’m totally getting the hang of it, you guys.

I’m working on our thank you cards and watching romantic comedies, and it’s pretty stellar. (I also ate some leftover lasagne, drank a leftover-from-the-wedding Bud Light (overpurchased those, lemme tell you), and walked the dogs twice so far if you’re looking for a real play by play which, let’s be real, anyone who commits to reading a whole nablopomo effort is really open to minutiae right?)

I started with How To Be Single, which. Eh. Crockett was doing some computer stuff and half watching it with me, and I kept wanting to tell him that it wasn’t a great example of romcom – the thing is, it sort of is. It’s not illustrative of the *best* ones, but it’s actually pretty solid as far as following the rules of the genre.

Then I watched Bride Wars with Anne Hathaway and Kate Hudson. About halfway through I realized not only have I SEEN the movie, I’ve blogged about it! More than seven years ago! Time is a flat circle etc.

BUT NOW. I’m watching Mr. Right for the second time in a week. Crockett watched it with me the first time and he was ok with it, but I’m in fucking love. Sam Rockwell and Anna Kendrick throwing knives at each other on their second date (in a sexy way OBVIOUSly) … it’s the falling in love scene I never knew I needed until a hole deep in my heart was filled on first viewing. I’m going to watch it once a week until HBO takes it away from me. WATCH THIS MOVIE. Do it. It’s the best movie in the universe. (Other than some others, but not very many. Fury Road and It Follows, basically. My taste in movies is unimpeachable so don’t even @ me.)

It’s time to stop listing addresses and names and start actually writing the notes, now, and I’m guessing I’ll need at least one more movie. Do you think if I switch over to Insidious 3 halfway through the stack the tone would change? People will just shiver and feel the need to look over their shoulder when they open the envelope? Maybe I should stick with the love theme. 27 Dresses it is. Thanks for the advice.

Happy Sunday! And nablo day 6!