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i knew it! carrie and kevin *were* mfeo!
Aug. 30th, 2003 03:55 amSo the cover of Entertainment Weekly this week is all about guilty pleasures, which meant I was probably going to buy it no matter what, but the second I opened it up and saw that there was an article about The OC in there? It was mine. I was at the bookstore and felt weird just buying an Entertainment Weekly. "I swear, I read actual books," I wanted to say. "I'm like forty pages into At Swim, Two Boys right now. Honest!"
I didn't say anything and simply purchased it, doing my best impersonation of a Cool Collected Confident Chick while doing so. And then tonight, sitting on my couch hoovering Triscuit-and-Vermont-Sharp-Cheddar-Cheese sandwiches, watching What Not to Wear on TLC, I decided to crack open the magazine. And swiftly discovered that it was written/organized by someone LIVING IN MY BRAIN. On the list? Luke from General Hospital. Alias Fanfiction. I don't use I-Tunes, which is listed, but some of the songs mentioned? It's All Coming Back To Me Now by Celine Dion? I totally, unabashedly JAM to that whenever it comes onto my local easy listening station. And Centerfold? Total Eclipse of the Heart? Love it!
Other things I love or have enjoyed in the past, like Kurt Russel's Overboard, Sabrina the Teenaged Witch, and The Family Man (the Nic Cage/Tea Leoni movie) were mentioned. All good stuff, but the kicker? The thing that made me nearly choke on my Triscuits? Rated a 10 on the guilty pleasure meter:
THE OLSEN TWINS' TWO OF A KIND!
I. Love. That. Show. As you know, because I've mentioned it before! And! No one else I know IN THE WORLD loves that show, save perhaps the programming executive at ABC Family who occasionally puts the show back into rotation so that while I'm channel surfing on an odd day -- like I was earlier this week -- I'll stumble across an episode and find myself transfixed, unable to look away. The other day it was the episode where the father tries to break up with his girlfriend but she thinks he's trying to trade housekeys, and Mary Kate goes to the stables to ride horses but hides it from her dad because she thinks it will remind him of her mother, who's died. Very touching! And the breakup stuff was funny! Overall: Love it!
I was seriously going to watch that show where the son of Irish Catholic old school traditional parents dates the daughter of a male gay couple just because half of the gay couple is played by the guy who played the father on Two of a Kind.
Anyway! The author of the article contacted the show's cocreater and got the scoop about where they were going with the rest of the show after the season/series finale (surprise surprise, the babysitter Carrie was eventually going to end up with Kevin the dad, but not till the end of the series, blah blah blah). Closure! I get closure! It's so fabulous!
I could talk about this more but I won't because I don't want to sound too pathetic.
In other news: Saw two movies today, Camp and Open Range. I liked Camp but find I don't have much to say about it, whereas with Open Range ( I do have a few comments, only very slightly spoilery for Open Range )
Anyway. Enough blabbing about that, especially since I'm pretty sure I didn't make much sense. In other news: Recently came across my copy of Without Feathers, and have been flipping through it at odd moments, cracking up. I will close with an excerpt from it, because it doesn't get much funnier than old school Woddy Allen in my book:
Selections from the Allen Notebooks:
Idea for a story: A man awakens to find his parrot has been made Secretary of Agriculture. He is consumed with jealousy and shoots himself, but unfortunately the gun is the type with a little flag that pops out, with the word "Bang" on it. The flag pokes his eye out, and he lives -- a chastened human being who, for the first time, enjoys the simple pleasures of life, like farming or sitting on an air hose.
Today I saw a red-and-yellow sunset and thought, How insignificant I am! Of course, I thought that yesterday, too, and it rained. I was overcome with self-loathing and contemplated suicide again -- this time by inhaling next to an insurance salesman.
Am I the only one who's bothered by the fact that he married his stepdaughter mostly because it affects their ability to enjoy his work? I feel like chasing him down and chastening him, all "Woody! What you did was Wrong and Bad and how dare you? Now I'm be forced to contemplate the moral implications of enjoying your humor while knowing you've engaged in skeevy weird behavior! How dare you harsh my humor buzz?"
But I can't help it! I can't resist Annie Hall.
I didn't say anything and simply purchased it, doing my best impersonation of a Cool Collected Confident Chick while doing so. And then tonight, sitting on my couch hoovering Triscuit-and-Vermont-Sharp-Cheddar-Cheese sandwiches, watching What Not to Wear on TLC, I decided to crack open the magazine. And swiftly discovered that it was written/organized by someone LIVING IN MY BRAIN. On the list? Luke from General Hospital. Alias Fanfiction. I don't use I-Tunes, which is listed, but some of the songs mentioned? It's All Coming Back To Me Now by Celine Dion? I totally, unabashedly JAM to that whenever it comes onto my local easy listening station. And Centerfold? Total Eclipse of the Heart? Love it!
Other things I love or have enjoyed in the past, like Kurt Russel's Overboard, Sabrina the Teenaged Witch, and The Family Man (the Nic Cage/Tea Leoni movie) were mentioned. All good stuff, but the kicker? The thing that made me nearly choke on my Triscuits? Rated a 10 on the guilty pleasure meter:
THE OLSEN TWINS' TWO OF A KIND!
I. Love. That. Show. As you know, because I've mentioned it before! And! No one else I know IN THE WORLD loves that show, save perhaps the programming executive at ABC Family who occasionally puts the show back into rotation so that while I'm channel surfing on an odd day -- like I was earlier this week -- I'll stumble across an episode and find myself transfixed, unable to look away. The other day it was the episode where the father tries to break up with his girlfriend but she thinks he's trying to trade housekeys, and Mary Kate goes to the stables to ride horses but hides it from her dad because she thinks it will remind him of her mother, who's died. Very touching! And the breakup stuff was funny! Overall: Love it!
I was seriously going to watch that show where the son of Irish Catholic old school traditional parents dates the daughter of a male gay couple just because half of the gay couple is played by the guy who played the father on Two of a Kind.
Anyway! The author of the article contacted the show's cocreater and got the scoop about where they were going with the rest of the show after the season/series finale (surprise surprise, the babysitter Carrie was eventually going to end up with Kevin the dad, but not till the end of the series, blah blah blah). Closure! I get closure! It's so fabulous!
I could talk about this more but I won't because I don't want to sound too pathetic.
In other news: Saw two movies today, Camp and Open Range. I liked Camp but find I don't have much to say about it, whereas with Open Range ( I do have a few comments, only very slightly spoilery for Open Range )
Anyway. Enough blabbing about that, especially since I'm pretty sure I didn't make much sense. In other news: Recently came across my copy of Without Feathers, and have been flipping through it at odd moments, cracking up. I will close with an excerpt from it, because it doesn't get much funnier than old school Woddy Allen in my book:
Selections from the Allen Notebooks:
Idea for a story: A man awakens to find his parrot has been made Secretary of Agriculture. He is consumed with jealousy and shoots himself, but unfortunately the gun is the type with a little flag that pops out, with the word "Bang" on it. The flag pokes his eye out, and he lives -- a chastened human being who, for the first time, enjoys the simple pleasures of life, like farming or sitting on an air hose.
Today I saw a red-and-yellow sunset and thought, How insignificant I am! Of course, I thought that yesterday, too, and it rained. I was overcome with self-loathing and contemplated suicide again -- this time by inhaling next to an insurance salesman.
Am I the only one who's bothered by the fact that he married his stepdaughter mostly because it affects their ability to enjoy his work? I feel like chasing him down and chastening him, all "Woody! What you did was Wrong and Bad and how dare you? Now I'm be forced to contemplate the moral implications of enjoying your humor while knowing you've engaged in skeevy weird behavior! How dare you harsh my humor buzz?"
But I can't help it! I can't resist Annie Hall.
