80′s Music Videos I Love: Smuggler’s Blues

My friend Heather and I LOVE this video in all it’s totally 80′s, Miami Vice-ian, coke and cash and guns glory!:

Oh how I love Story Videos! Especially ones with lyrics as dialogue, drug running and a member of the Eagles being gunned down by a vengeful drug lord

SIGH. They just don’t make music videos like they used to. I’d like to see Coldplay come up with something this awesome!

Girls I want to hang out with: Mindy Kaling edition

I recently read Mindy Kaling’s book, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (and other concerns). Mindy is a writer on The Office and plays celebrity/boy/fashion obsessed Kelly Kapoor on the show. She’s an amusing writer and a bit like Tina Fey’s little sister that you could actually-hang-out-with-while-you-mooned-around-their-house-wishing-cool-big-sis-Tina-would-notice-you-and-think-you’re-cool-enough-to-talk-to.

Mindy tells amusing stories about her childhood and her entry into Hollywood. I admit I’m envious of her pretty damn cool sounding life and career. Sure she has to go do photoshoots where bitchy stylists try to size her out of the posh clothes – but she also gets to go on Conan O’Brien! I feel like I could have had a career similar to hers had I stayed in Los Angeles after college — and had even an ounce of ambition

But what made Mindy so relatable for me was the unifying topic of most women: Men. The dumb stuff they do and the stupid crap we put up with. She has a chapter that should be required reading for single guys everywhere entitled, “Guys Need to Do Almost Nothing to be Great” and includes a handy tips for men like, “Buy a well-fitting peacoat” and “Have one great cologne that’s not from the drugstore.” YES FELLAS PLEASE DO THESE THINGS!

In a chapter called “Non-Traumatic Things That Have Made Me Cry” she recounts a situation I totally TOTALLY recognize – that of meeting a nice, cute guy, having a great date and good enough chemistry to schedule a second date – which he cancels by text as she’s getting ready for the date – then, you guessed it ladies – disappears! See??!?! This kind of Annoying Boy Shit happens to famous girls too!

She also has nailed the difference between “Men and Boys” in a chapter of the same name. I won’t recap it here – go read the book – but I absolutely did a fist pump as I read it. So I really think Mindy and I would get along and have fun bitching about boys and gossiping about celebrities. She’s even written a “Best Friend Rights and Responsibilities” charter and – you know me – I’m all about my girlfriends.

You can follow Mindy on Twitter here (OMG she has Edward Gorey for her wallpaper and I’m A is for Amy Who Fell Down the Stairs!! Call me Mindy!), or hear more of her #MindyWisdom at the hashtag I created. She blogs too! (Mindy be my blog buddy!) And of course, The Office is on NBC Thursday nights.

 

So are the Dillon Panthers going to State???

I live in New England and apparently the Patriots are going to the Superbowl. I’m not a sports fan, my bands are my teams – but it is exciting for the fans and since it will be a match-up with the Giants it will be full-blown Pats insanity/heated rivalry here for the next few weeks (months? When’s the Superbowl? Again, sports are not my thing – my thing is the upcoming Oscars.)

Pretty much all I know about football and all I care about football is when it is played in Dillon Texas and it involves either the Dillon Panthers or East Dillon Lions or some Superteam combination of both:

Clear eyes, full hearts, CAN’T LOSE!!!!

 

My “political” forays only involve celebrities, of course

The Internet “blackouts” yesterday to protest SOPA inspired me to try my hand at Photoshop for the first time. Mostly just because I totally love this entire Ryan Gosling “Hey Girl” Tumblr thing that is “all the rage” with “kids today.”

Behold:

I Made This! (tm XFiles)

Other than using company owned software during work hours to craft memes, my focus on this topic is summed up pretty well here:

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(BTW – I did a search of this blog to insert a link for Ryan Gosling and apparently I have NEVER POSTED ABOUT HIM BEFORE!!?? This will have to be remedied, and soon!)

I am a fighter

If someone has hurt you, pissed you off, frustrated you or even if it’s that shitty little voice in your head that brings you down – I suggest you listen to this song LOUDLY and REPEATEDLY until you’ve shouted that fucker down using these lyrics:

Makes me that much stronger / Makes me work a little bit harder / Makes me that much wiser / So thanks for making me a fighter / Made me learn a little bit faster  / Made my skin a little bit thicker  / Makes me that much smarter / So thanks for making me a fighter

Throw in some punches and not only is it cathartic, but it’s good exercise too! I’ve used this song many times to help me get over toxic people in my life and trust me, it works and your life is better for ridding yourself of them.

But in the end you’ll see YOU WON’T STOP ME

Hell yeah! (get the song here and start cleaning house!)

 

F*ck Yeah Jon Hamm!

Can I hand this out to Real Life Boys?:

Then again, when they have to compete with THIS…..

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…it’s no wonder that so many of them choose to remain douche-tastic man-babies

“Elvis is the one who created women fainting for Rock Stars”

It’s Elvis’ birthday y’all!!!!! The King would have been 77 on January 8th. To celebrate, here are a few of the pictures that would have covered the walls of my 1950′s Teen Girl Bedroom had I been alive to witness him at his most beautifully seductive (and my name would have been “Betty”!)

I call this one "J. Crew Elvis"!

 

Even at the very start, the camera sure loved him

 

This is just hot: the profile, the hair, the hands the BELT BUCKLE!!!

These are all from a great book called Elvis: A Celebration that chronicles his life and career literally from childhood to the last photo taken before his death. It is a page turner for sure.

These aren’t from that book, but this first one is one of my all-time favorite Elvis photos:

Did "Bedroom Eyes" exist before Elvis? I think not

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UNF!!!!! And this one from the same shoot:

I love this because it looks like he's taking the shot himself, like with an iPhone!

I can’t even imagine what these types of photos did to 1950′s girls with libidos that had to be kept under wraps. I mean, I know what they do to me NOW and they are 50 years old and the man is dead!! (thanks to “Queen of Google” Laura for finding these last two for me!)

Another book that covers this Era of Elvis that is a must see is Alfred Wertheimer’s Elvis at 21: New York to Memphis. Elvis at the cusp of his full on ascent to superstardom – incredibly fascinating (and gorgeous!)

Flowers Friday: Candygram! edition

Apparently this is some questionnaire in Q Magazine in Britain (which I should just get a damn subscription to at this point), that they give to rock stars and Brandon submitted this as his response:

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I don’t know what amuses me more:

• The idea of him eating all these candy bars just so he could make the letter
• The story behind his violent aversion to Snickers bars
• The fact that he calls himself “Big Hunk (the Jolly Rancher)”
• The thought of how pissed he’ll be when he sees the Photoshop job they did

One thing is for sure though, Brandon Flowers is totally a Candy Soulmate with me and Felicity!

 

“See you in hell Klaus!”

Look who is back tonight!!

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KLAUS!!!! Last time we saw everybody’s favorite Hybrid Dick he was a juuuuuust a little peeved at Stefan Salvatore for taking his collection of coffins full o’ family members out from under his nose. From this promo shot it looks like perhaps Klaus has taken up woodworking to make some new coffins for a new family to cart around in his truck (probably the Salvatore Family!)

Ooooohhhhhh!!! Can we guess from the promo that Stefan will FINALLY go Bad Ass after his weak early season showing as a Ripper? Mommy Like! (tm Blogging Pal Julie)

If being lazy is wrong, I don’t want to be right

My latest magnet acquistion:

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Blunt Card joins someecards and Anne Taintor as my go-to places for sexy, sassy, superior snark.