Thinking Pink: October 2009

Friday, October 30, 2009

Who put time on an accelerated pace? Is it just me or do the holidays seem to come earlier and earlier every year? I can't believe it's already Halloween (or that I don't really have a fully-formed costume yet, but that's neither here nor there). It seems like the year just started, or that we were celebrating last year's holidays last week (or maybe that's just because I'm a year behind on my scrapbooking, so therefore it's like those things didn't really happen - no photographic evidence, no events, right?). Tomorrow when I go to the stores they'll probably have Valentine's Day stuff out already. OK, maybe not, but I wouldn't really be surprised.

Pinky's Fandance, Saturday Edition

OK, so this isn't the greatest picture in the world. I know. It's terrible. There was actually a good version that was posted on the Project Greenlight website forever...I should've tried to save a copy of that one instead.

This picture was from a Project Greenlight party and the guy closing his eyes is named Chris Moore, who I believe was one of the directors, producers, founders, something like that (glad I know so much). I was able to go to a few of their events and he was awesome. Very friendly and cool.

And The Genius Award of the Day Goes To....

This story cracked me up to no end yesterday. Apparently these two Rhodes Scholar geniuses thought they could perform a robbery by disguising their faces with...(wait for it)...black sharpie pens. Um....really? I mean, really. They actually thought a marker would make them invisible? Well, I don't know about you, but I am SHOCKED they got caught! How would that plan ever fail?

Celebrity Wrap Up - Halloween Edition

Hello and welcome to the Halloween edition of Celebrity Wrap Up.

I happen to think Jason Priestley and his family look adorable, especially considering he hails from Canada. Cute!

OK, I'll admit it - I was drawn to this picture because yet another ex-Bachelor is in it. Where's Sara? I'd rather see him hanging out with her.

Matthew Mc-con-a-hottie tries to disguise himself as a normal, everyday person who isn't a delicious and tasty treat. Nice try, Matt, but we all know better than that.

I love Jamie Lee Curtis and I think her outfit rocks.

Talk about not even trying. Come on, Daryl, you can do better than that.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

You Might Be New To Facebook If....

Yesterday I caught Jeff Foxworthy on TV and was reminded of his "You Might Be A Redneck If...." jokes. After seeing some comical entries on Facebook, I thought I'd create my own list. And now, without any further adieu, I present:

You Might Be New To Facebook If....

You have two friends and one of them is your mother.

* You get poked and think someone’s trying to mess with you.

You post a greeting to someone using your status update (instead of their wall) for the entire world to see.

You get excited when the biggest nerd on earth that you knew in high school sends you a friend request, because that will increase your number of friends.

You take every quiz known to man and make a comment about all the results.

You love sending virtual drinks, virtual smiles, and virtual plants.

You have no idea what a wall is or why everyone keeps poking you.

You don’t know the difference between a News Feed and a Profile.

You don’t realize that updating your relationship status will be broadcast to everyone on earth and that any break-up will illicit a multitude of “I’m sorry” (read: you're a loser) posts on your wall.

* You don’t know why anyone would “like” anything. *

You have no idea that after you join you will become completely and totally obsessed with Facebook.

Magazine Queen

Since I was little, I've loved to read magazines. Aside from Highlights (loved in doctor's offices the world over), the first magazine I remember loving was Mad Magazine.

Of course, now that I'm older I have absolutely no idea what I found entertaining about that magazine, but I certainly got a kick out of it back then.

After Mad Magazine came the influx of every teeny-bop magazine on earth. Special bonus was given if it contained pictures of my beloved Ricky Schroder or Duran Duran (some things never change). My walls were adorned with pictures lovingly torn out of these magazines and I read them all from cover to cover.

One day, I remember being in the grocery store and my mom suggesting that instead of my teeny-bop magazines, perhaps I should try reading Seventeen magazine. Oh, the horror! Didn't that mean I was growing up? At the time I couldn't even fathom the idea of ending my love affair with the teeny-bop mags and did NOT get the Seventeen magazine (how could she even suggest such a thing??). Of course, eventually, I did enjoy Seventeen and lost my love for the teeny-bop mags (just not my love for the people featured inside of them).

From college onward, other than the juicy celebrity rags (People, US Weekly, etc.), my favorite magazines have been Cosmopolitan and Glamour. In fact, I have a subscription to Glamour right now, which apparently comes along with other magazines...

Namely, Redbook. Last night I looked down and realized I was reading Redbook magazine. Really? Redbook? When did I become 100? Doesn't it seem like such a grown-up magazine? Pretty soon I'll be subscribing to AARP Today or something equally painful. What is happening to me? Not only reading Redbook, but enjoying it? Egads!

Pinky's Fandance, Friday Edition

The year I was interviewed for my short film Pinky's Fandance at Sundance they had the celebrities from films in the Festival do a bunch of their photo sessions in the Gateway Center.

One day I received a frantic call from my friends Vicki and Scott to get down to the Gateway Center ASAP for a surprise. When I arrived, I was surrounded by the likes of Maccauley Culkin, Jena Malone, and Patrick Fugit. Luckily, all three agreed to take pictures with me. Patrick starred in Almost Famous and is apparently from somewhere in Utah. I'm not really a fan of this picture (as we were obviously in the middle of saying something), but he was very nice.

Good-bye McG

Last night's farewell dinner for McG was a lot of fun. As usual, we had Cindy Ree's almost to ourselves, which gave us more time to socialize and get caught up. Miss P was her busy little self, entertaining everyone with her gigantic smile and adorable personality. I can't wait to see how she is with McBaby. McG is off to new adventures, but will be back to visit in January. It's been fun to have her at our dinners since she's been here.

Celebrity Wrap Up - Friday Edition

Hello and welcome to Friday's edition of Celebrity Wrap Up.

I was kind of hoping Scary Spice was dressed up for Halloween....but, alas, she was just trying to be incognito (or is she trying to be Jessica Simpson??).

I realize this *might* sound awful, but no matter how weight Kelly Osbourne loses she is never going to be a cute girl. She's still stuck with her unfortunate face.

I'm afraid I need to rescind my comment about enjoying pictures of Robin Thicke. Is he trying to channel Mr. T with those necklaces?

Marisa: It's called static cling. Look into it.

I wonder if Carey Mulligan is trying to look like Ric Ocasek or an early David Bowie with that, um, interesting hair?

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Cindy Ree's For Me!!!

Tonight the old McGang is getting together to send off McG since she'll be leaving the fold this weekend. It's been fun to have her here and she'll be missed. I'm super excited to go to Cindy Ree's, as we haven't been there in forever. Even though I'd totally burned out on it when we went every week, since we haven't been there in months I'm totally craving it. Of course I'll post the pics tomorrow (if you're lucky). :)

According to You

There's a free song on iTunes this week called, "According to You." I must admit that I'm a little bit in love with it, despite it kind of making me cry every time I hear it. Behold, some of the lyrics: According to you I’m stupid, I’m useless, I can’t do anything right According to you I’m difficult, hard to please, forever changing my mind. I’m a mess in a dress, can’t show up on time, even if it would save my life. According to you. According to you. But according to him I’m beautiful, incredible, he can’t get me out of his head. According to him I’m funny, irresistible, everything he ever wanted. Everything is opposite, I don’t feel like stopping it, so baby tell me what I got to lose. He’s into me for everything I’m not, according to you. The reason it makes me cry? Because unfortunately the mean part of the song is how M made me feel most of the time (especially at the end) and despite my best efforts, I'm traumatized by his treatment of me. The reason I love it? Because it's hopeful and shows me what could be...oh, and that pretty much anyone else on earth (even AFMF) would treat me better than M. I know, I should just stop talking about it...but it helps to get it out.

Misty Water-Colored Memories

Feeling more nostalgic than usual for Italy, I've been going through some pictures from my trip. Here are a few of my faves:

This is me in Venice on the day I flew into Italy. I was really sick, couldn't speak, and had no idea what I was doing. Like the animal print outfit? Of course you do.

This is a picture of Filip on the first day we met. I'd only been in Italy for four days - we were together from that point on.

This is Via Maffia - the street I lived on. My apartment was on the third floor on the left side, closest to the building. The door straight ahead? That's where I worked. I lived right next door. Convenient!

Here's a picture of the living room of my apartment. I had to share it with some stupid 17-year-old girl, but luckily she primarily stayed with her boyfriend (which made it much easier for Filip to stay with me).

Speaking of Filip, his favorite past-time after work was to read all my US weekly magazines. He got a kick out of them.

Here I am hard at work a few days before I left. Man, I miss that cool hair.

Pinky's Fandance, Thursday Edition

I met Denis Leary during one of my first festivals. He was hanging outside by the door after his film ended and I was able to ask him for a picture.

The funniest thing about the encounter (aside from later finding out he's actually the first cousin of my good friend Jim) is that Denis looked at his friend, gave him my camera, and said, "Take a picture for this broad." For some reason, because it was Denis saying it, I wasn't even offended to be called a broad. In fact, I just thought it was comical.

An Early Scare for Halloween

This picture terrifies me to no end because it's a six-year-old boy trying out for a world record. Um, let him run around on the playground instead of benching an entire person. That is just sick and wrong. What would Popeye say? Even he would be disgusted.