Fantabulous Friday

(Caution:  this blog could very well turn into a ranting session.  I apologize in advance.)

Yes indeedy, today was definitely fantabulous.  Personally, I had a great day.  If you had a bad day, here's a big hug from me to make you feel better:

Also, hopefully your day will get better due to the misery of others. 

Misery on Fantabulous Friday, you ask?  Surprisingly, yes.  However, misery for one Lindsay Lohan

makes for fantabulous entertainment for me (and you).  Plus, for once I'm proud of the judicial system in Hollywood. 

After failing a drug test a mere TWO weeks after leaving rehab, Lindsay showed up in court today most likely expecting a slap on the wrist and maybe the judge shaking a finger at her with a halfhearted, "Tsk tsk,"  before being released to rehab for another few weeks.  Much to her dismay, my new hero, Judge Fox, refused to set bail for Miss Lohan and ordered her back to jail until her next court date, over a month away.  My feelings on the matter are simple:

IT'S ABOUT TIME.

I'm sorry, but this whole special treatment for the famous bit is just ridiculous, and frankly I'm glad someone FINALLY put their foot down.  Time and time again these celebrities are given freebies for offenses that would land regular people in prison for months (or possibly years).  Hit and run?  No big deal, just don't do it again.  Arrested for cocaine?  Hey, it happens.  Just take a month off from partying and stay in a luxurious rehab.  Abuse dogs?  No biggie, just spend 21 months in jail, then get out and be paid exhorbitant amounts of money to play football. 

I am sick to death of this crap.  These people are given so many privileges as celebrities.  They have the money to do whatever they want, they can travel all over the world, experience so many things us normal folks only dream about.  Instead of doing something useful, contributing in some way or being a POSITIVE role model for the young impressionable people in the world, they think they're above the law and decide to dabble in drugs, sex tapes and every other scandal they can think of.  They assume they won't be held responsible for their actions because - let's face it - celebrities are hardly ever held responsible.

Don't get me wrong here.  I actually think Lindsay Lohan is talented.  I thought she was adorable in The Parent Trap and Freaky Friday.  I also LOVE Mean Girls.  The girl has a gift, and she insists on wasting it by spending most of her time high or drunk.  It's a sad, sad shame. 

Hopefully she'll actually learn a lesson this time. 

Apparently we're all in kindergarten again...

because TAG, YOU'RE IT!

Well, not ALL of you, obviously.  I don't really know you all that well, and to be honest, I wouldn't really want to chase strangers around and touch them before turning around and being chased in return.  Also, being chased really freaks me out.  Like, for serious.  So none of that. 

We'll just assume this is a hypothetical game of tag, and we can play without the uncomfortable sense of being hunted.  Work for you?  Okay.

The totally awesome Philly Girl over at Confessions of a Philly Girl tagged me in this blog game, called "Tag Game."  Duh. 

Here's how it goes:  Philly Girl gave me and seven other lucky ducks a list of 8 questions.  I have to answer her questions, and then TAG 8 more unlucky bloggers with eight questions of my own.  The game shall go on until the end of time....or until something more interesting happens.........or a protest of tagging games....or the apocalypse (which I have on good authority will be led by Lady Gaga, Mel Gibson and Justin Bieber - who is, by the way, believed to be a minion of Lucifer).

Let the questions begin....

1.    How many countries have you been to?
Well, if you count the great 'ol USofA....one.  Although I did dream once that I went to Hawaii with Zack  because Jessie's dad was getting married and we had to break up the wedding since the bride was WAY too young to be marrying Jessie's dad.....

Wait, nevermind.  That was an episode of Saved by the Bell.  And Hawaii is totally part of the US.  Duh.

2.    What type of non-domestic animal would you want as a pet?
A liger.  Part lion, part tiger.

Just kidding.

Seriously though, I'd want a wookie.  Because who'd mess with me if I had a pet wookie?  Nobody. 

3.    What's the worst movie you've ever seen?
That would definitely have to be Vanilla Sky.



I've never before (or since) felt the urge to rip my eyes out.  For real.  I still don't know what the point of that film was.  It's also two hours of my life I'll never get back. 

Thanks, Tom.  You suck.

4.    Favorite fashion item?
Coach purses

Well, that or fanny packs.

 

5.    Thoughts on bra straps showing?
Right up there with Britney showing her cooch getting out of a car.  Seriously, cover your cooch, and cover your undies.  We don't want to see them  - undies, that is - unless you're posing for a magazine, starring in a film or dancing in a video. Then it's fine. 

(Us Louisianians are so proud.)

6.    What would you do with a million dollars?
I'd be BIG PIMPIN', spending G's.  Except, not on hookers or drugs. 

In reality, I'd make sure my children, parents, siblings and family were taken care of.  Then I'd buy a roller rink so I could roller blade any time I felt like it.  Then I'd build my dream house.  All of that would probably clean me out. 

7.    Who is your celebrity crush?
I have several.  If you want them all, check out my Freebies post.  However, since I'm still on a Glee high from last night's new season premiere, I'm feelin' the love for one Mr. Will Schuester.

Rawr.

8.    Favorite form of working out?

Basketball

I also really enjoy treadmills (which seems strange to most of my friends, who can't stand them).

There you have it, guys.  Eight things you probably didn't know about me.  Did you have as much fun as me?  SAY YOU DID!  SAY IT!

Now for me to TAG eight of you fabulous people, who will feel obligated (due to a sense of love and affection for me) to answer my questions and continue this sanitary game of TAG. 

Emily

Nicole

Jumble Mash

Brandi

Meg

Miss Innocent

Kate

Heather

Y'all are just fantabulous, and I couldn't NOT include you in my elementary school playground fun.

Your mission, should you chose to accept it:

Answer the following 8 questions:

1.  If you could spend one entire day (24 hours) with anyone (dead or alive), who would it be and what would you do?

2.  If you could only listen to ONE song for the rest of your life, which song would it be and why?

3.  What did you want to be when you were a child?

4.  If you were yogurt, would you be fruit at the bottom, or stirred?

5.  What's one show you wish they would bring back? OR What's a film you wish would have a sequel made or a film you wish would be remade?

6.  If you could come visit me and spend a weekend in New Orleans, would you want to?  Why or why not? (This is completely hypothetical, of course.)

7.  Do you think Ross and Rachel made a great couple?  If not, give me three reasons why I should still consider you a blogging buddy.

8. You rub a lamp and a genie (voiced by Robin Williams) pops out and grants you three wishes.  The same rules apply as in Aladdin.  What do you wish for?

I look forward to reading y'all's answers!  (Be sure to comment me and let me know when you post your answers so I'll be sure to read them!)

Toodles!



Movie Delight Monday

Last night I was thinking about how excited I am for November to get here so I can start covering my favorite Christmas movies.  I LOVE CHRISTMAS.

Until then, I'll just have to share my other faves, like today's MOVIE DELIGHT MONDAY pick:

I saw this film for the first time as a senior in high school.  My best bud Tiff kept raving about it, and since I loved Gene Wilder so much (still do) I figured I'd give it a shot.  Loved it!

The incomparable Wilder plays scientist Frederick Frankenstein (who repeatedly insists that his name is pronounced Froderick Fronkensteen), a respected professor at a university and somewhat happily-engaged to prissy Elizabeth (played by one of my favorites, Madeline Kahn).  His grandfather dies, leaving his estate to his grandson, who is embarrassed of the studies and rumors about granddad's experiments with rejuvenating dead tissues.

Dr. Frankenstein goes to see about his inheritance and meets his new assistant Inga (played by an entertaining Teri Garr), helper Igor (pronounced "Eyegore" and played by hilarious Marty Feldman) and the head servant at the castle, Frau Blucher (pronounced "Blewher" played by Cloris Leachman).  

After discovering his grandfather's laboratory and journals, Dr. Frankenstein becomes obsessed with completing the experiment himself.   

The film is full of fabulous one-liners and innuendos.  Many people are put off because of the film being in black and white, but after about 15 minutes of watching you forget all about it. 

This is a must-see for anyone who's a Mel Brooks or Gene Wilder fan. If you're a fan of both, you'll find this film to be doubly awesome.

*Note:  You'll be happy to recognize the late, great Peter Boyle as the monster!*