Monday monday monday!

Jeffrey is in the shower singing the Monday Night Football theme music. Loud. Goofily. It's great. Go Pack!

Daily Golden Girls/Lansbury

Alright, I know that this "daily" thing is getting pretty hard to buy. Just go with it.

So, here I am, watching MSW. As I do. It's episode 15 of the first season: "Tough Men Don't Die." I always like to see the connections between MSW and the GGs, like actors who appeared as guest stars in both series. Some are now-famous people like George Clooney. And actually Herb Edelman who played Stanley Zbornak on the Golden Girls had a recurring guest star role on Murder, She Wrote as NYPD Lieutenant Artie Gelber. He appeared in 10 episodes.

But! In "Tough Men Don't Die," the connections are more than just miscellaneous. First, Barbara Babcock appears in this episode. She also plays Blanches sister in one episode of the GGs. But in this episode there is a really astounding connection because, well, there is an episode of the Golden Girls in I think season 2 or something where Dorothy begins to have an affair with a married gym teacher named Glenn O'Brien. She breaks it off, but a few seasons later Glen re-contacts Dorothy after having divorced his wife. They try to make the relationship work, but it doe not.

So, the connections. In the Golden Girls, Jerry Orbach plays the Glen character in the second episode involving Glen, and an actor named Alex Rocco played Glen in the original episode. Well, in "Tough Men Don't Die," BOTH Jerry Orbach and Alex Rocco guest star! The two versions of Glen O'Brien meet face to face! Causing a rift in the space time continuum. No, not really.

"Tough Men" also marks the first appearance of Orbach as Harry McGraw, a role that would recur on MSW and result in the short lived spin off The Law And Harry McGraw.

And to return briefly to the Glen O'Brien episodes of the GGs, the first of the two does have one of my favorite Sophia lines. Sophia does not approve of Glen right from the beginning because he is not Italian. When one of the girls asks Dorothy where she met Glen, Sophia interjects, "His name is O'Brien. 10 to 1 she met him in a gin mill." Love.

Do you have any tobacco?

Chronology of a life in cigarettes.

1. Year(s): 1999-2000
Age(s): 16-18
Cigarettes: Lucky Strikes, Gauloises Blondes

Notes: This was probably the best smoking time of my life since it was when I fell in love with cigarettes. I would smoke Luckys without filters, and enjoy the little flecks of tobacco on my tongue. It felt romantic and gritty at the same time. We sat in the smoking sections of chain diners and smoked all day, people coming and going. We called Perkins HQ.

Of course at some point after Mareike, our German exchange student friend, came to town for a year we smoked Gauloises. Because we were tre internationale by that point. Thankyouverymuch.

Overwhelming label of self identification: Hip/moody

2. Year(s): end of 2000 and early 2001
Age(s): 18
Cigarettes: Marlboro Light 100s

Notes: I moved to PA, outside of Philly, to go to college for a semester. Everybody but everybody smoked out there. All but one of my group of friends did. And so, naturally, I started to smoke what they did. Marb lights. Wowser. I still listened to Radiohead and Weezer, but I also started listening to an awful lot of DMX. And loving it.

Overwhelming label of self identification: Ghetto. 4eva.

3. Year(s): 2002-2006
Age(s): 20-24
Cigarettes: American Spirit regulars

Notes: Felt very much like myself in these years. Didn't love cigarettes so much as not know how to function without them. I take that back, I still loved them. These were the years of the cigarette break. Best conversations with coworkers take place over cigarettes, that's for sure. During this time you could smoke in bars, and I worked at an amazing bar where the staff could smoke behind the bar if they were so inclined. I could pour beer, talk, and smoke all at the same time and with no hands. Fond fond memories. These years define how I still see myself today. Although I'm way off on how I see myself, but, ah, em.... who are you to judge me!?

Overwhelming label of self identification: Hippy/Madisonite

4. Year(s): 2006-2008
Age(s): 24-26
Cigarettes: Quite smoking. Sad face.

Notes: I don't even remember this part of my life, but I know from reading things about it that I went to and graduated from law school, and met my husband. Good talk.

Overwhelming label of self identification: As I said, I don't really remember these years. So I'll go with gentleman and scholar.

5. Year(s): 2008-2010
Age(s): 26-28
Cigarettes: Whatever people bum me. And Camel Lights.

Notes: I'm an attorney and a wife and a friend. And I live in Pewaukee WI. And while some of my life makes me die a small and separate death every day, other parts are exactly how I would want them. Hard to characterize these moments because I'm in them still and very much invested. I hate to admit it, but the only cigarette I can really handle these days is a damn Camel Light.

Overwhelming label of self identification: Townie. It is what it is.

Whatever's natural?

I sometimes think of the look of people like Heather Locklear to be very superficial, manufactured, and over produced. And of course a lot of it is. Certainly platinum is not most people's true color. Her hair has been burned, teased, and sprayed to get it like that.

But actually, looking at her in her hey day, I see that I'm pretty wrong about just how over produced this is. Look at her eye brows for one thing. Not plucked at all, they appear to have been totally left alone. And her hair. The ends look stringy and split, like she doesn't do all that much to take care of it. Her roots are showing. Her tan looks like it came from being out in the sun. And still they just slapped some make up on her, sprayed her hair to within an inch of it's life, threw her in front of a pink screen and called it glamorous. Which it sort of is.

Like many things, this beings me back to my negative feelings on hipsters. Hipsters are so affected. And try so hard not to look it. Very rarely is even one eyebrow hair out of place. Unless the whole look is manufactured around out-of-place eyebrows. I'm try to post a picture of the point I'm making, but blogger is not letting me. This make me think that some damn hipster working for blogger is sitting at his computer smoking his lucky strikes (which of course I smoked back in high school when I sat around Denny's drinking black coffee in the apron from the salvation army I used to wear as a shirt) and laughing as he erases my whole post every time I try to post a pic of a hipster. Whatever.

The joys of adulthood

I wanted macaroni and cheese for breakfast.


So I had it. Joy.

Does Katherine Heigel look slightly like Rose McGowan to anyone else?

Actress Katherine Heigl attends the Jason Debus Heigl Foundation's Compassion Revolution press conference in Los Angeles, California.

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By Jason Merritt, Getty Images

No?

Must be why I do it so much

"[Lamenting] is the way and means whereby Jesus, as the true human being and as our brother, expresses solidarity with the fallen creation."
--Oswald Bayer, Martin Luther's Theology

Yes, I'm square.

I'm sorry, but I also think that Katy Perry should cover up.

It's the hair.

I have never really found Tom Brady attractive. Mainly because I hate people who look like The Quarterback. But lately, he is doing something for me. Earlier this week he talked about the fact that his team "sucked" on Sunday, and it made me really like him. And now this:

He's hot. Basically. So I'm shallow. You've discovered my dirty little secret. Alright, and I like nachos too. Sue me. Ignore the fact that he looks like a Tommy Hilfiger add, and just let this work for you.

This made me want to blog again.

Strange the things that inflame ones passions, isn't it? For me, it was nachos. They're delicious. Below please find a chart I saw posted on Mariah's blog today, as well as my comment on her callous choice of blogging topic.


Soooo...you know that this just made me want nachos, right? And that I fought a battle against eating nachos all day? Like for lunch at Qboda today. I chose a naked burrito with no cheese or sour cream, while my coworker ate the most delicious looking nachos ever. Then I thought about her nachos all day. Then after a long ass day at the office I went to the grocery store, grabbed chips and con queso dip, and headed for the checkout. Only to moments later decide to stop, think, and step away from the nachos. I made a salad at the salad bar instead. And how am I rewarded? BY BEING TAUNTED BY NACHOS ON YOUR BLOG.

Mariah: I hate that bitch.