Sunday, October 31, 2010

Today's installment...

...in the continuing saga of I AM OLD, YOU ARE OLD. This doesn't need a lot of fanfare, so I'll just come out with it. This past Friday, instead of painting the town red, I shopped at Coldwater Creek. Like purchased things. And don't let the slightly youthful models fool you. It was me and the elderly in that store.

*Sigh* *Sound of wrists being slit*

Pack attack!


Comin' atcha! The Pack wins again, in crazy form: 9-0. We blanked the jets, and NO ONE scored a touchdown. Good ducking times.

Retraction.

You know, I was thinking, and I acted a little rashly below when I posted that Milwaukee is the devil's playground. I let my emotions get the best of me and I wasn't quite fair to a city that has many different facets and faces. There were other stories from this weekend, not just the grenade-launcher story. Like this one, for instance. So I take it back. Milwaukee is not the devil's playground. It's actually hell on earth. Good talk.

Hhhmm, why is it that I don't want to settle in Milwaukee?

Why could that be? I can't remember. It's the darndest thing. It was right on the tip of my tongue, but now it's escaped me. Let me think, let me think. Oh, wait. I do remember. Because it's THE DEVIL'S PLAYGROUND.

Rally

Image: Rally to Restore Sanity And/Or Fear

Law & Order actor Sam Waterston was there? If I had only known.

It's nice to see Christina Hendricks dressed down for a change.

Dressed down and wearing the towniest damn pair of shoes I have ever seen. I love these shoes. It's looks like some kind of leather macrame. It's hard to see from this picture, but if you'd like to see these hot shoes up close, look here.

Happy Halloween!

Although this one isn't all that happy. Jeffrey loves Halloween, but Waukesha County has sort of sapped his Halloween energy. When we lived in Madison, Mister Jeff had many Halloween options. Either he was bartending on Halloween or, if he wasn't working, we had friends to get dressed up and go out with, or, if we weren't in the mood to go out, Jeffrey could dress up and hand the candy out to trick or treaters. Any way you slice it, Halloween energy flowed through him, and he fed his need to put on a dress once a year.

Halloween here is just sort of sad for us. Last year we got all this candy and Jeffrey dressed up and we waited and waited and not one trick or treater. This year I got candy just in case, but no one has come. I guess that I should go put on some pants just in case. Kids + candy given out by adults with no pants = no good.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Ah, yes.

I don't always go in for stereotypes, even about men. But this, this is just speaking to me.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Stormy day

I have always liked a stormy day, and today is no different. The wind is just whipping around and the tall grasses in the fields to the side of the road look almost like churning water, violently thrashing. It makes me wish that I was near the lake to see how dark it has turned, and how frenzied it feels. If I were a fishy I'd be seasick right now. But since I am a Claire I am not sick. In fact, I am feeling happy, working from home this afternoon after all the power went out in my office when the wind knocked a line down. Momentary reprieve.

The best part of having my alarm set to a country music station?

Waking up to Reba, of course.

Monday, October 25, 2010

The things I do that make me feel old.

I was at the eye doctor this past week. I was getting my eye checked, and having some new lenses put in glasses that I already own. But while I was there I thought I'd check out the new frames that the doctor's office had. And I found a few pair that I really liked. I almost considered getting new ones, I liked them so much. Until I realized that the frames I had gravitated toward were, well, not exactly youthful. I would describe them as "funky mom" if I had to , so please don't make me. If you had seen me in them, you probably would have thought that I looked pretty sharp. That's because you're old, too.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Stumped.

That's right, baffled. By a word. In People magazine. Follow me closely here. Today I was reading People, and one of their writers used a word that I didn;t know. IF you can believe such a thing.

Well, believe it or leave it ducks, because that just happened.

It was in the book review section. Obviously they aren't so much reviews as little mini-opinionated-synopses, but it's People, you're sitting in a waiting room, you take what you can get. The word was treacly. The phrase was something like "it was a moving, if sometimes treacly, freshman effort." Huh. Someone thinks that they're too good for their job writing for People, and they want you to know about it. I had to look that shit up on my phone! Now, maybe you are much smarter than me, but if not, here's the definition: contrived or unrestrained sentimentality.

Wishful Thinking.

Yesterday I put one of those little "add ons" from Mozilla on my computer. It's just a little icon that shows you what the weather is like in your city and then if you click on it gives you the 5 day forecast.

Today I clicked on it, and noticed that it was giving me the 5 day forecast for Madison. I guess yesterday I wasn't thinking and I added Madison as my city. Heart.

Triple ick.

I'm talking about that stupid ducking Glee photo shoot for GQ. All the pics are here.

November 2010


I don't have much to say, because others have said it better:

Michael K from dlisted:

There's something uncomfortably strange about seeing Lea Michele pose hard as though she's an aspiring teenage slut on MySpace (or Demi Moore). It's as if a Beagle puppy gave you fuckme eyes while licking at her nipples or if a bunny wiggled her tail at you while wearing a baby pink lace negligee. It makes you want to throw a blanket over your head as if it's bed time and you're a bird cage. It's not right and it's unnatural!

You know, I'm all for bringing out your inner dirty whore for the cameras, but DAMN! The last time I saw someone trying this hard they were pushing out a kidney stone and it was me! I can't, you can't, we all can't.

Tom and Lorenzo from projectrungay:

So much wrong it's not even funny. Look, we're not prudes. And these aren't teenagers. There's nothing wrong with a sexy photoshoot for any rising young star. It's practically de rigueur. But putting 3 of the cast members in front of creepy Terry Richardson's lens and dressing them up like porn fantasies?

Of course he didn't dress all of them up like porn fantasies, just the girls. Guys don't do sexy. Guys have sexy done for them. Guys stand or sit fully clothed while girls are meant to writhe and gyrate and spread their legs in their underwear. That's the way of things. Great message there, morons. Knowing that this show has a huge teen and even pre-teen following, whatever person approved the idea of this shoot (TERRY RICHARDSON, people!) should be fired.

Let's talk about dicks, man.

So, Mariah pointed out a post yesterday on a blog that she regularly reads, called Drink Your Juice. I like this blog and I'm going to start checking in. The post said:

I wish there was some kind of

sociological or psychological study on straight women who relate to lyrics about dicks on a deep level.

Like, there’s no accepted reason-at-hand that I should feel particlularly empowered by Mickey Avalon’s “My Dick” — but that’s not stopping me from bouncing in my desk chair and nodding my head like he fucking read my diary and wrote a song about it.

Or lyrics like, “Even though I went to college and dropped out of school quick, I always had a PhD: a pretty huge dick” — clearly not aimed at my demographic. Clearly not thinking an anglo chick from the greater Fairfield area when that was written.

But here we are, ya know?

We can’t choose what speaks to us.

Well, let me first say, my husband got me into the song "My Dick," and I like LOVE the song. It's good. And it does speak to me and it has spoken to most of my friends as well.

The post got me thinking. I think that there is a great reason why I feel empowered by the song "My Dick" and others like it. It's because I have one. A dick.

Maybe it doesn't look like Mickey Avalon's, or like anything really. But I have the essence (gross! essence of dick?), and that's all I need. It's a mindset, but its a dick nonetheless. Just like the anatomical part is to a man, my dick is something inherently there, it's something that I carry with me all the time because it is a part of me.

My dick is what I use to get shit done. It's part of the armor I wear that let's me assert myself throughout the day. It's the tool I use to take care of business. Women who are drawn to these lyrics are women who are ready to be able to conquer as much as men, be taken as seriously as men, women who sometimes just want to stick it to somebody. That is, almost all women.

Just as the words "bitch" and "slut" have totally changed from being words that were just applied to women into unisex words, I think "dick" is going to go the same way. For instance, maybe before you would have called John Mayer a bastard, but now it's perfectly acceptable to say "John Mayer, you little bitch!" Or before you might have called him a male slut, but now you can simply say "John Mayer, you total ducking slut. Tell me you did NOT sleep with Taylor Swift."

So I think that dick will go that way as well ("Gee, Taylor, you actually have a sort-of-big dick to have written that song about John Mayer."), as women realize that a dick is just a tool you need to make it though the world. A tool we all need to be productive. It's like a hammer, of course, which is why you can use both instruments to bang and nail. While we are on the subject of symbolic genitalia, let me say also that I think that men would do well to realize that they need vaginas, too. Something that allows them to accept and take in. But that conversation is for another day.

Lansbury

A horrible and sad things happened yesterday. Tom Bosley died.



Sheriff Amos Tupper was a wonderful character and a great part of Murder, She Wrote.

A few days ago I wrote that I dread the day that Angela Lansbury dies, because it will mean the closing of the youthful chapter of my life for good. I don't know why. And now, Tom Bosley dies. And so begins the final stages of the loss of my childhood. Now it's just the slow descent toward death. Damn. Sort of takes the wind out of my sails. I'd better go re-inflate by watching MSW all night.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

From "The Sheltering Sky" by Paul Bowles

"Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It's that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we do not know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet, everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."

Friendly Advice

Dear WNT4GT,

Your personalized plate is not helping.

Love,

Claire

Monday, October 18, 2010

TLC

So, I'm going to say that I always liked TLC. As far as cable channels go, I feel like you got some bang for your buck. The shows were never overly sensational, and always had a feel-good vibe. But a text last night from my friend Kari got me wondering: is TLC actually a cover for freaky radicals? Or what?

She wrote: Sarah Palin has her own reality show starting on TLC. That station is now dead to me. And just when I was getting sucked into Sister Wives. Damn it!

First things first, I say that that channel should be dead to you. Yes. The combined forces of Sarah Palin and Kate Gosselin are not to be taken lightly. If we follow them, they'll soon have us all knocked up with "retard" babies, dumb as rocks, and totally unable to dance.

And then I started thinking about their line up. TLC has like 20 billion shows shows devoted to ridiculously excessive procreation. Either they are building a child army, or they believe that people should have children. Lots of them. TLC also has multiple shows about religious fundamentalists or traditionalists like the Mormon family and the Duggars.

Here's what Jezebel had to say. Very interesting and definitely worth our while to remember that everyone, even The Learning Channel, has an agenda.

Lansbury


Happy 85th birthday, Ms. Lansbury! It's not today, it was actually Saturday, but still. Birthdays are movable feasts! As my mother would say. I'm sort of always scared that today will be the day I wake up and hear that she has passed away. That will be a horrible day. A day when I remember my childhood fondly, and realize how far away it is now.

Updated: Omg just re-read this post and realize that it sounds like I think that I will wake up to hear that my mother has died. NO! I'm talking about 85 year old Lansbury, not my vital mother. Just fyi.

Golden Girls

I Heart the Golden Girls Zine

Photo

In the Breeze
More here.

The French: spoiled brats or silly babies? You decide.

Wait, I'll decide. The answer is both. Maybe I am missing something, but I do not understand why high school students are running around burning cars, throwing rocks through windows, and disrupting transportation because the retirement age is being raised from 60 to 62.

In any language

I was listening to Revolver's "Leave me alone" today, and I was trying to imagine it in a different language. The music is really evocative, and I feel like I would understand the point even if I didn't understand the words. A lot of times music is like that, even in a person's own language. Like where, even being a naive speaker, it's not the meaning of the words that make the song make sense, but rather the sounds, and the way the sounds are put together.

In any language, this song would always sound sly, shy, slightly mournful and oh so Parisian.

TanFastic

Why are more tanning salons not named this? This is an amusing name. Don't try to deny it.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Oh, sweet apple cake.

How much of you can I eat tonight? Oh, that's right. About a quarter of you. Good talk.

Golden Girls

Golden Girls Gone Wild Art Opening
See the exhibit here.

Lansbury


“In the studio commissary on Paramount lot Film Star Angela Lansbury, wearing prop coronet and ermine from her morning stint as the princess in Danny Kaye’s new movie Court Jester, munches plebian hamburger next to Basil Rathbone.”

[Photograph by Alfred Eisenstaedt, from “The U.S. Goes Out to Lunch,” Life, January 3, 1955. Via the Life photo archive.]

Autumn

Mister Jeff and I went to Lapham Peak today, and enjoyed the beautiful fall colors. We climbed up the lookout, to the highest point in all of Waukesha County! The Peak is named for "useful" Waukesha County citizen Increase Lapham. I obviously adore the name Increase. It is pure Puritanical perfection. Increase. May God increase your family and your piety and your home and your good works.

Then I had the distinct pleasure of hiking the trails with Waukesha's answer to Jacques Cousteau. As he was modest enough to call himself. Cousteau was in fine form, studying the habits of the local flora and fauna. He searched and searched, but could only capture the image of one solitary chipmunk. The others all got away. Cousteau did also manage to scare a strange mole thing to within an inch of it's life, but the bugger eluded us before we could take a picture. Cousteau also searched high and low for the exotic garter snake, but to no avail.
Yes, the animals eluded Cousteau this day, proving wily. Surprising. Because you have to get up pre-tty early in the morning to get the jump on this guy.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Thinking about death again. And on such a sunny day!

I won't say that I often agree with Andrew Sullivan, but I do sometimes. This is one of those times. To be human is to be knowingly mortal. If you don't appropriately contemplate your death, you cannot appropriately live your life.

The view today from my porch:

Golden Girls

Golden Girls Gone Wild Art Opening
See more here.

China, you suck.

http://www.nytimes.com/reuters/2010/10/10/world/international-us-nobel-peace-wife.html?hp

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Alright, I know I was there to watch the Bucks...


But I was also at the Bucks preseason game against the Bulls to take this really blurry photo of Joakim Noah. Who I love. He wears my favorite number, and I think that he looks like what Mister Jeff would look like if Mister Jeff were...a professional basketball player. I got really close to Joakim, but I refrained from attacking him. I'm lulling him into a false sense of security so that next time we are together he will let his guard down. Then, I pounce!

Hey, you!

Yeah, you! The really dumb biggot. Yep, that's right, you. Having trouble finding a job because you're incompetent and backwards? Well, I've got a deal for you, boy. Why don't you accept this appointment, and become an immigration judge. Worried that it's a lot of responsibility, because you hold people's entire life, and the lives of their family in your hands? Don't worry, you'll do just fine.

Gobama

Why were the democrats the ones helping pushing this through? Shouldn't one party kind of sort of pretend to not be in the pocket of big business and banks? At least the president declined to sign it. He needs to make more noise about the good, careful, deliberate decisions he makes, and not let himself get pushed around so much.

When beauty queens attack.

It ain't pretty.

Fear the Deer!

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Go Pack.

ICYDK

She's tough.

Speaking of dumb boxes...

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/03/opinion/03rich.html?src=un&feedurl=http%3A%2F%2Fjson8.nytimes.com%2Fpages%2Fopinion%2Findex.jsonp

Things you may not know about me.

I basically dislike Helen Mirren.

She's always saying stupid shit. Like, in one of her latest interviews, they're talking about what an amazing body she has. And instead of saying one of the many only-somewhat-annoying things that celebs say, (like, "I just try to be healthy!"), she instead says, "Bits of my body are all right, but bits of me are horrible...To be honest, anything from the waist down I don’t really like." Ahem.
Mirren

And these comments are not the first time I've scratched my head and thought, "Bitch," as I've contemplated something she has said. Like 2 years ago when she made those comments about date rape, and how she guesses it might be rape, but shouldn't be expected to lead to prosecution. Then, a few months later, she talked about how defense attorneys would like females on a sexual assault jury because, basically, women hate other women.

What is made clear to me by all these comments is that she is the one who hates women.

I don't know where that Mirren woman is coming from, but if we're talking dames, give me Judi Dench any day of the week.
Judy Dench and Joel McHale - the-soup photo

Sunday morning


I have sooooooo much work to do. I had told myself I would be into the office by 8:30. It's now 9:50. But I can't seem to tear myself away.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

No hassle.

I always support lunacy, so I am completely down with this.

Why would David Hasselhoff stand on a freeway overpass in LA waving at all the drivers below, you ask? As Michael K says, "Like The Hoff needs a reason to douse the city with his special brand of crazy. Fresh foolery like this is what keeps The Hoff's crazy tank full."

I agree.

Yummy.

Lunch today: sauteed chick pea and artichoke heart salad with lemon juice and olive oil. I wanted a salad, but today is quite chilly, so I wanted something warm too. This fit the bill and it was delicious. Now, time for candy corn.

I miss cable.

Looks like a good season of Project Runway.

Can't believe it's really over.

I'm lit-er-ally shocked. No more Brad and Rachel.

Daily Golden Girls/ Lansbury

Murder Takes the Bus Poster
So, again, this being able to watch tv through the PS3 that my brother sent me and Mister Jeff is like the best thing ever.

Since Mister Jeff and I don't have cable, we were supposed to use it to watch current tv. I love tv, so this was going to be the best thing ever. Except it turned out to be better. I can watch old tv shows. Basically I spent two weeks watching the first 3 seasons of News Radio. I would have watched more, but those were the only episodes available.

Now I'm onto re-watching Murder, She Wrote. AND LOVING IT.

Season 1, Episode19: Murder Takes the Bus. Guest staring.......................................

RUE MCCLANAHAN! It's great. She plays Miriam Radford, a character who is nothing like Blanche. A college librarian, sort of dowdy, big glasses and knit sweater type. Of course she is excellent in the role! I love this show.