Myspace blogs has treated me wrong. That's a lie. It's only eaten a couple of my posts. There's no excuse, except that I'm going to leave it for greener pastures. I've been nursing about three or four blogs since my online journalling began, but I've finally found a platform that supports my A.D.D.

Let's Tumble

i've cut and pasted (like a dinosaur, I know) a few of my entries over there, but for the most part, they're new.

Good-bye myspace blogs. Didn't we almost have it all?

Okay, we're just going to forget that I drank some Sazerac Rye and wrote a thousand words on Step it up and Dance.

Me: potato head!
Becky: Mama!

There are some movies I know are good, but I just can't seem to "take my medicine" and watch them instead of watching Miss Congeniality with commercials on TBS because it's on TBS every other day. I suppose I could record them off of TCM, where they play incessantly, making me feel guilty in every way possible. These are movies where if I mention I haven't watched them, someone will inevitably, shrilly scream, 'WHAT?!' Here, I'm revealing my lack of culture, but I don't care. I fell asleep during 'Apocalypse Now.' Twice.

Movies I know I should watch but probably never will:
Syriana, My Left Foot, Dr. Zhivago, From Here to Eternity, The Philadelphia Story, Dances with Wolves.

Movies I have in my DVR/on DVD knowing that I will, someday, when I am sick and laid up on the couch, watch:
Citizen Kane, Harold and Maude, The Apartment, Raging Bull.

Movies I HAVE watched but know that others probably won't based on my humble recommendation if they haven't seen them by now:
Ben Hur, Amadeus, The Bride of Frankenstein, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Full Metal Jacket.

Movies that I finally watched and was mad because I felt guilty for not watching but shouldn't have because they bored me to tears:
Gone with the Wind, Easy Rider, West Side Story.

I know! I've seen 'Overboard' and 'Hard to Kill' over five times each, but I haven't watched 'Citizen Kane.' Well, do it. Just shoot me down with the culture boomstick. I don't care. I won't judge you for your "take your medicine" movies.

After some years of kicking and screaming and having it sit in our DVR FOREVER, Matt finally got me to watch 'Close Encounters of the Third Kind.' It was okay. I prefer ET.

This past Saturday, a few people I know went down to lovely Griffith Park for The 6th Annual Grilled Cheese International, and if there's a heaven, I think I got a day pass.

Wendy, Sketch and EJ accompanied us to Griffith Park (the location was only revealed to people who joined the yahoo! group and only the Friday before). It was calm at first, but the energy was great. Kraft, their major sponsor, had a booth where people were handing out free Kraft Grilled Cheese sandwiches - and Izze sodas (carbonated fruit sodas that are SO delicious) were handed out for the thirsty crowd.

There were opening ceremonies, but I was too hungry to listen. Then the first heat began, and the missionary sandwich makers were off!

We lined up behind a long line of narrow Orange plastic covered tables, where we stood to BEG for grilled cheese. The contest was more for the audience, I believe, than it was for the people cooking, because we were screaming and trying to get the cooks' attention -- resorting to bribery, cute baby use and screaming at the top of our lungs. It was like Mardi Gras, with grilled cheese beads.

We were also there to support our friends, Erica and Jed Donahue, who were entering a sandwich in the "Missionary" category (Plain white bread, butter, yellow cheese). They did such a great job, making one of the best grilled sandwiches ever! - they broke out the Lodge Cast Iron Skillet, melted butter, dipped each slice of bread into the melted butter, then melted mild cheddar cheese in the skillet for already melted cheese to go into the sandwiches. They grilled the sandwiches up on a pan with an impression of the Virgin Mary -- inspiring their sandwich name which I can't remember, but i DO remember the word "SANTO" is in there somewhere!

All of that work for a grilled cheese sandwich paid off - they got second place! I tasted mostly "Missionary" sandwiches and there were also some really great restaurants/cheese stores entering, so it must've been steep competition. Congrats to our friends!

We got to try other sandwiches in other categories:
Spoons (variable Bread, Cheese and Oil/butter), Honey Pot (the sweet grilled cheese category), and Kama Sutra (Anything goes!)

I had some really great ones: a spicy jalapeno infused Spoons entry, a quesadilla with crabmeat topped with a sweet balsamic reduction, a honeypot entry with strawberries, ricotta (i think) and powdered sugar - so delicious, and finally a pesto layered one that was really really good. We were feeling a little queasy from all of the cheese rolling around in our stomachs, so we took breaks hanging out with EJ - and alternating to be the grilled cheese beggar.

The weather was perfect; slightly chilly and breezy to keep away the mosquitos, but warm and green enough to be pleasant. The grilled cheese int'l might be one of the most fun things LA has to offer; everyone was so friendly and funny, showcasing Los Angeles' generous and hilarious people.

Foods that I chew robotically that I don't let sit on my tongue too long because I know I should eat them but their taste and texture are repulsive to me:

Oatmeal.

I thought that specific description of eating warranted a list but I'm realizing that oatmeal is the only thing I do that for. Note to self: stop starting blogs based on a single, incredibly specific idea.

Um, okay. Oooh, I got one! How great was last night's Colbert? I think it might be my favorite ever. I'm such a sucker for stunt casting -- and John Edwards, announcing the Ed-WORD!

I was at the NBC rally where he spoke to the WGA picket line (more like a picket mass at that point - biggest turnout for NBC's line while I was still there) and I LOVE LOVE LOVE him. "Before you start thinking that all I care about is jetskis..." Ha! It's not that he repped my home state or that he's holding up incredibly well for fifty-four, but that he had the best ideas for universal health coverage, which is the thing I most care about in the upcoming election. Okay, who am I kidding. It's the HAIR. It's ALWAYS the HAIR.

There has been a little mosquito, fruit fly-ish thing buzzing all around my head this morning. I'm heading you off -- I'm like PigPen, haha, bugs and shit follow me around haha.* I finally pulled back just now and smushed the crap out of it.

The first thought that went through my head was, HA! SUCK IT, ASSHOLE FLY/GNAT/BUG THING! I think I actually pointed at it vehemently while I was saying this in my head.

The second thought was, oh, it was just living its short little life and I killed it. I'm a jerk.

I don't want to be a bully.



*Funny sidenote: Matt and I both called PigPen "Dirtbag" when we were little and we used to fight over who really called him that. Like we both couldn't have done it. It's taken us nine years to concede.

I overplucked my eyebrows in the nineties, because I read a lot about finding your natural arch and Christy Turlington's wispy, arches were the ideal. If you think about CT's perfect eyebrows in terms of plant life, her's are a beautifully shaped rose vine on a fancy trellis. If you think about my natural eyebrows in the same metaphorical vein, they are a field of hay in the dead of winter -- sparse but widespread.

So one day, during my tenth grade year, in my natural impatience and overwhelming stupidity, I thought, 'Hmm, plucking single hairs seems very labor intensive and I have some nerdy thing I could be doing instead. Oh look, here's a razor.'

As I've mentioned before, I'm pretty lucky for someone so Darwin Award stupid. I ended up not blind, but with a single-file horizontal line of hair for one eyebrow and the other eyebrow was the exact size and shape of a tic tac. I spent three years drawing in my eyebrows (finding my perfect arch using the old pencil trick - line up the tip of your nose, pupils of your eyes, and where the pencil hits your brow line is the location of where your arch should be). THREE YEARS. Because I couldn't let them grow back in -- I was always on the quest for the perfect arch, which doesn't exist on my stupid face.

After leaving them alone for a couple of years, I decided to get the arch put in by a professional. Three days before my wedding, when I was getting dipped in a vat of wax, I got my eyebrows waxed as well. They looked SO beautiful; they had shape, were not too skimpy and the overall effect was gorgeous. But I broke out. I'd never broken out like that in my entire life, but my forehead resembled one of those light bright boards covered in ONLY RED PEGS.

Now, my eyebrows have never been the same, and the style has swung back to Brooke Shields glory days. And I give up.