A Bromantic Evening

As much as I detest it, I love the show "Bromance".  Brody Jenner is a waste-of-oxygen looking for his true bro to party with him, pick up chicks, go to red carpet events, etc.  He is disillusioned by the superficiality of Hollywood, and is searching for the friend that loves him for his true being.  Tonight's challenge entailed a fake promotion of the "Brody Jenner" special designer jeans.  Brody made five dudes where these hideously beadazzled, tight jeans following a painful body-waxing session at "Le Spa".  There wasn't much room for movement, and likely, these guys' sperm count may have decreased significantly (we can only hope).  He finally picks the craziest one, Femi, whose life is inspired by various animal metaphors.  Brody then brings in one of his Playmate Bunny former girlfriends to pick a dude.  These chicks pick Chris, who is a self-proclaimed computer nerd.  However, there is this racial divide, with the remaining white guys sort of joined at the hip.  Eventually, it is Luke that remains, with his thick Boston accent, and the boys eat sushi, with Samurai head bands in tow.

Bromance - MTV Shows

Sarah Palin's new Spring Fashion Accessory

Like everyone else, I have been scouring the websites of my favorite stores, looking for an extra bargain on a sweater or pair of pants, and I realized, that I have completely missed the trend train. I have always regarded national fashion icons as Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, Audrey Hepburn, Heidi Klum from Project Runway, etc. But, I underestimated the Power of Palin. I found the pink blazers, stylish boots, shiny business suits, and red pumps very inspiring. I even got a new pair of glasses frames, inspired solely by Governor Palin. Now, her corsage offers another option for adding a "pop of color", per Stacy and Clinton, to the corporate, government official look.  The prom chaperone-chic look will slowly seep through the runways of New York's Olympus Fashion Week.  Hopefully, it will be as quick a hideous fashion trend as booties and high-wasted jeans.  

I am actually experimenting with Bluefly.  The clothes are cute and they have the label-designer stuff that most people wish they could afford.   Along with the accessible BCBG and Theory, there is also the occasional piece from Hermes, Prada, Vera Wang, etc.  For those who live on their credit cards, are obsessed with emulating celebrity fashion, and have a psychiatric disorder, this is a great website.

More than Just a Free Day Off

As I was able to go for a short run this morning, on a beautiful day, and really have some time to reflect.  Tomorrow is monumental day in the history of our country.  The whole world will be watching the Inauguration of our new President, Barack Obama.  We have made a mark in history by electing not just the first African American President, but, electing a leader who represents the practical idealism that makes us American.  

A friend of my father's sent an email to all of us, saying that on November 5, he had not felt so proud since India had gained independence in 1945 from the British, as he had when Barack Obama was elected President.  I was in tears and I sent that email to all my friends, who sent it to their other friends, who sent it to radio programs, etc.  

On my iPod, I find myself repeating the song "Wake Up", by Rage Against the Machine.  It was on their first album and then on the Matrix soundtrack.  I have decided that it is officially my favorite RATM song.  The lyrics are powerful and flow poetically.  Zack de la Rocha's voice passionately echoes the sentiments and frustrations with the conspiracies undertaken by the facade known as government.  My favorite lyrics are: "Through counterintelligence, it should be possible to pinpoint potential trouble makers and neutralize them. . .", which he repeats twice.  He has a difficult alliteration with the "p's" and handles it beautifully, probably showering all in his path with saliva.  Another song on repeat is "Just Dance", by this Lady Gaga-chick.  She is basically whining about getting trashed, being promiscuous, and trying to redeem herself by continuing to just dance, as though nothing happened.  I feel that this song is just an metaphor for life.  Even though our lives suck, we can't get a date, and our boss is a neo-Nazi, if you "just dance", it all gets better!

I Waisted 30 minutes on The Real Housewives, and this is What I Missed

(this is a week late--sorry!) Our resident media dinosaur, Larry King, was deemed the distinct privilege of spending a televised 45 minutes with the exiting First Couple, President George W. and First Lady Laura Bush.  The piece was heartfelt, yet entertaining; I laughed, I cried, I simultaneously laughed and cried.  I felt like I was at my best friend's wedding and I am still the single bridesmaid.  As we are so indoctrinated by President Bush's blatant lack of intelligence and social etiquette, that we may forget just how fun he really is.  President Bush is the quintessential frat-boy.  He used to be a big partier, boozing it up regularly with his buddies.  My mind is wrought with the mental image of President Bush high-fiving all his frat brothers and jocks.  I think I am actually going to miss him.  President-Elect Obama is so articulate, intelligent, and poised.  As Chris Rock has already declared, there is nothing to mock or make fun of.  President Bush, he's a walking joke.  He is so entertaining.  I think that if he gives a speaking engagement, I would gladly pay money to hear his Bushisms.  Although, we all need our helmets to dodge flying shoes, hats, food, etc.

Mi Familia Loca

Rockstargirlfriend's Favorite Things, 2008

As we embark upon this new year, filled with a new President, new Cabinet, new economy, and some new clothes, I reflected for a while on the things that made 2008 bearable. I decided since every idiot celebrity and quasi-expert decided to share their lists, I figured I should do the same.

Favorite Songs

1.  "Discipline"--Nine Inch Nails

2.  "Wild International"--One Day as a Lion

3.  "Sex on Fire"--Kings of Leon

4.  "Electric Feel"--MGMT

5.  "Reckoner"--Radiohead

6.  "Salute your Solution"--Raconteurs

7.  "Dancing Choose"--TV on the Radio

8.  "Hot and Cold"--Katy Perry

9.  "Leavin"--Jessie McCartney

10.  "Shake It"--Metro Station

Favorite Books

1.  Freakonomics 

2.  Look Me in the Eye--John Elder Robison

3.  Being and Nothingness--Sartre (still reading this one)

Favorite Television Shows

1.  The Daily Show with Jon Stewart

2.  The Colbert Report

3.  Lil Bush

4.  Project Runway

5.  Top Chef

6.  Rock of Love with Bret Michaels

7.  The Rachel Zoe Project

Favorite Films

1.  Slumdog Millionaire (I actually haven't seen it, but, I know it will be good because it's about Indian people)

Favorite Historical Moments

1.  Barack Obama becoming the 44th President of the United States

2.  Nancy Pelosi becoming the first woman to be Speaker of the House

3.  The Democratic Presidential debates between Obama and Clinton

4.  Sarah Palin--need I say more?

Favorite New Restaurants

1.  Veranda Greek Taverna--Atlanta, Ga.

2.  Vinoteca di Monica--Boston, Ma. 

3.  Sibling Rivalry--Boston, Ma.

Favorite Food I Ate

1.  Bread pudding, with chocolate glaze, served with cinnamon gelato (Houston Mill Restaurant, Atlanta, Ga)

2.  Power Protein breakfast--Starbucks

3.  Hush Puppies, French Fries, and Funnel cake with M&M's, Houston Rodeo and Livestock Show

Favorite Concerts

1.  Nine Inch Nails

2.  Foo Fighters

3.  Lollapalooza (wasn't there, but, my favorite bands were, therefore, I choose to assume)

4.  Radiohead--didn't go, had a ticket, know it rocked

Favorite New Shopping Obsessions

1.  Filene's Basement

2.  Barney's New York Outlet

3.  Kate Spade Outlet

4.  Apple Store

Favorite New Gadgets

1. iPhone (got it Christmas, 2007)

2.  New 120G iPod Classic--it rocks!

Well, there are enough fave lists to make Oprah nauseous.  In a few months, after I transition into 2009, I will come up with some follow up lists.  Actually, I feel that people who come up with these lists, like, "Top 100 Hottest Chicks" and "Top 100 Hottest Maxim Chicks" need to get a life.  Or maybe, I should eat my own words.

Joe the Porner

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Why does this guy even make the news?  I actually watched some VH1 or E! special on Joe Francis, why, I'll never know.  This guy has billions of dollars thanks to the skankiness of various drunken-idiot sorority sisters on Spring Breaks and Girls' nights out.  Of course, these chicks have their 15 seconds of glory, showing their boobs and what-not while making out with each other.  Joe the Porner actually lives in a beautiful hacienda overlooking the crystal blue waters of the Pacific Ocean near Cabo/Cozumel, etc.  My favorite bimbos, the Kardashian sisters are apparently his BFF's and got a girls' weekend at his place, so they could do some photo shoot.  The guy was on the phone, crying about how horrible jail was.  I am sure he could have made some deal with the prison guards and let them have some inside role in his whole "Girls Gone Wild" empire.  He could have given his guards and cellmates free DVD's, and I am sure that he would have had a much better time.  Apparently, he lost some hair, had a bad rash, and got pretty bad parasitic diarrhea.  Karma is a bitch.

Living Strong with a Stanky Legg

Since we are entering the end of the first decade of the new millennium, I thought I would make my life a little more interesting by changing up my exercise routine.  I resumed taking a Spinning class at the gym.  Now, Spinning classes are these intense, cardiovascular, aerobic workouts, promoting extensive calorie burning.  Although I am an avid runner/exerciser, Spinning kicks my ass.  In the class, they try to emulate a mock bicycle race, with hills, flat surfaces, and such.  They make you increase your intensity to simulate riding the bike up a hill and tell you to "sprint" down this imaginary hill as you pedal your ass off.  The best part about these classes are the other people who take them.  It seems very much like a cult.  These people are in amazing physical shape and hardly sweat during the class.  I actually sweat a few gallons in the 55 minutes.  But, the others, however, act as though they are training for the Tour de France.  They wear the biker short-tight things and strap various equipment to them.  They also all wear special shoes during the class, and proceed to change their shoes in front of all of us.  Also, everyone seems to know each other, and they all greet each other, shake hands, and say, "Peace be with you" before the class even starts.  Now, I actually find the class boring, even though I am struggling to catch my breath most of the time.  The music usually sucks, as well.  I would prefer a Spinning class featuring the hits of Nine Inch Nails, Rage Against the Machine, Joy Division, and, of course, closing out with Lollipop, by Lil Wayne. Please enjoy the following--my favorite video on You Tube at this time

A Great Start to my Year of Crappy Television

Today was possibly one of the best days of my year.  I didn't even call my family, whom I needed to call.  The television was filled with sinful, apalling, yet, entertaining fun.  VH1 is going to be my savior for the next few weeks.  The "Rock of Love Bus with Bret Michaels" took off today.  This is by far the most disturbing and fascinating program on television this season.  There are now 15 women who will be residing for the duration of his concert tour on tour busses, living in very compact spaces that are well-stocked with alcohol.  In fact, there is likely no running water, but, there is plenty of booze, which flows like Niagara Falls in this program.  The blinding bleach blondness and fake-boobedness is the hallmark quality that gives the "Rock of Love Bus" it's charm.  The alcohol intake and subsequent intoxication occurs very quickly.  There is a Brazilian chick who downs tequila like it's water and chases it with energy drinks.  In fact, the catfight count was around five in a 90-minute period.  Drinks splashed and glasses flew faster than I could say, "Speedy Gonzalez".  One of my personal favorites was this chick who was one of the most plastic women I had ever seen.  She did not have any actual flesh--everything was collagen, silicone, or saline.  This chick said she was a DJ and tried to rap for Bret, which was absolutely hilarious.  The chicks quickly formed alliances, with one known as the "Blondtourage" (not bad for chicks with limited intellectual capacity).  These women drank, made out with each other, and got pretty downright gross.  Superplastic Chick actually took a shot out of another crazy chick's va-jay-jay at a bar in front of Bret, the other women, God, and who knows who else.  Also, this particular cast is graced with a former porn chick, with whom Bret was actually familiar.  After watching a History Channel program on Lust and Envy, this show is a likely representation of the second level of Dante's Inferno.

I am really loving "Confessions of a Teen Idol".  I must admit, a couple of the guys are still pretty hot.  The guy who played Hobie on Baywatch is definitely eye candy, as well as some other dude from Baywatch.  The guy from the Blue Lagoon is still pretty hot in his old age.  However, noone beats Eric, from MTV's "The Grind".  He is hot in a new age, hippy-wannabe kind of way.  He apparently is trying to persuade his costars to begin using whatever concoctions he takes daily, as part of some body and soul cleansing process.  He appears to participate in some form of yoga/tai chi/or something, with these strange contraptions that are similar to those in Space Camp.  Yes, I got to visit Space Camp and I even have the T-shirt to prove it.  Goodtimes. . . 

Adventures in Claiming Baggage

In this delightful beginning of the New Year, my holiday has officially ended.  I am thrust back into the hot, humid stench known as Houston, Texas.  For most travelers, there is a  slight anxiety regarding checking in luggage.  Many airlines charge a monetary fee for checking in a bag, with additional charges for exceeding the weight limit.  Today, was not an exception, as I paid a grand total of $65.00 for checking in my 54.5 lb suitcase.  Upon finally arriving in Houston, I made the trek to the baggage claim.  There is usually a crowd surrounding the exact location where the luggage actually falls onto the carousel.  Husbands, boyfriends, and sons guard the slide, to be the first to catch the suitcases that are sent down by the baggage handlers.  There are many occasions when I have waited up to 30 minutes for my baggage to arrive.  On a few occasions, I have been tempted to climb up the slide thing myself, to assure that the handler-guys are actually doing their job and not jacking off.  However, most of those fellows likely spend more time jacking each other off than actually properly handling luggage.  

Luggage is significant to each person in a unique way. Many of us use luggage as a receptacle for their most prized possessions, including new shoes and clothes.  My luggage contained several new clothing purchases, and with great difficulty and effort, I was able to actually close the suitcase.  While we wait at the baggage claim, tension invades our usual contentment, as there is the pervasive fear that our baggage will not arrive.  Passengers stare with great focus and hope at the slide on which the baggage is sent.  All eyes are on the slide.  When one is able to identify and obtain his/her suitcase, car seat, or small piece of furniture, it is the best feeling.  I always notice when people get their luggage, how they strut with those smug expressions, the "Yeah, I got my suitcase and you didn't, sucker!".  Some of the suitcases look alike, and when you see one that you think is yours and it's not, it is the biggest let down.  Of course, being that I flew USAir, my suitcase did not arrive.  They happily charge money for these things, but, fail in executing their actual responsibility.  So, somewhere, my finds from Filene's Basement and H&M are floating in either Washington or Charlotte and hopefully not on the bodies of some airport employees who think that it is still Christmas.