I'm gonna put these down before I can forget them. (Which is why I never blog as much as I should, I really think it's the reason why...)
So I was reading this article about Bret Michaels getting knocked out by a set piece on the Tony Awards last night. That's a big 'ol lmfao in itself, but I missed it. Thankfully, I dvr'ed the show, so I'll be able to go back and watch that little gem. But the grande finale, what really got me laughing profusely was the description that they gave of the musical 'Rock of Ages.' and here it is:
"Rock of Ages" celebrates 1980s hair music and features songs by Journey and other bands. It stars Constantine Maroulis as an aspiring rock star.All together now...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
The best part is, it's a little close to home for Mr Maroulis. As in, you FAILED at winning American Idol so that you could become a rock star, so now you're in a broadway play PLAYING an aspiring rock star. Isn't it ironic, don't you think?
Oh, so big excitement in my life right now:
I'M KNITTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!I mean, it still looks like a hot mess, but I'm getting the feel of it, and it's pretty amazing. Very, very fluid. So now I think it's finally time to make a trip out to Navasota to see a friend of mine, so she can give me some much-needed pointers. And thank you Lora for literally reaching over my back, taking my hands, and showing me how much harder I was making it!!
Well, I thought this was going to be a quickie, but apparently, that's not the case...
Jo and I were talking about Kate and Leopold, a movie that I have never seen in its entirety. Because well, I can only take Meg Ryan in small doses. I can't handle the cute, petite, quirky that is Meg. Ick. However, Hugh Jackman is is a HUGE plus to the movie. But then we started saying that Ms. Cute 'n Quirky can't get a man, so she has to get one FROM THE PAST (and mind you, he's a duke and completely LOADED), so the rest of us modern ladies have to suffer. Seriously. I know it's fake, but dammit, it hits home for too many people. If Miss C 'N Q can't get a man, then there is no hope.
Oh, and I hate the brassiere I'm wearing. It's a cleavage bra for 'curvy women.' I LOOK LIKE POPPIN' FRESH!!! There is so much quadra-boob happening, that I look like a baker's dozen. Seriously. I'm so uncomfortable... GAH!!!