NOTE: New Blog! Confessions34

For anyone actually following this blog on a whim or whatever, I'm moving up a number because yesterday was my birthday.

You can find me at confessions34.blogspot.com now. :) Hope you'll drop by!

confessions33@gmail.com is still the email, however, and you can still reach me there.

Loves,
xoxo
Dawn Laura

Bad Little Black Duck

Oh my! I've been a very, very bad duck. I don't even know when it was I last updated this thing. I've really no excuse. I'm just sort of languishing.

Do you ever do something, work really hard at it, think you're on the right track and have a pterodactyl come right out of left field and take your head off? And when I say 'pterodactyl', I mean your own conscience fucking with you.

No? Lucky you. Happens to me all the time. It's fantastic!

And by 'fantastic', I mean it sucks.

Okay, first off on a tangent, I'm not going to stick to my weird structure too much because obviously I'm no good at it. I think part of my problem is I'm trying to do this all organized and I simply don't have the patience for all that, so forget it. They're more like guidelines anyway.

/tangent

Back on track:

What happened was this whirlwind (in my little world anyway because Ed for some reason doesn't have much of a following, which on one hand is good for me screenwriter wise, but blows on the other for the fan-girl in me that craves Ed Quinn everywhere. *ahem*) of The Caller premiere stuff where a flood of interviews came in my email because of my alert. Otherwise, how will I know anything?! Elusive man! Bah!

So anyway, during whirlwind of The Caller (good movie, by the way, I dig thrillers and it got me to jump at least once and had me on the edge of my seat, but that's because I kept waiting for Ed...wamp, wamp, wamp) I get this interview with Ed (finally) where he mentions scripts and how they're sort of hard to come by (I'm severely paraphrasing, I have the link around here, I just can't be arsed right now to track it down) and I went on a tear (oh, look at my previous entry, it's likely there) about how I have a script yadda, yadda, yadda and I went into this mode where I begin to over think literally everything.

Ladies, I know you know what I mean. That thing where you've done awesome, you know you've done awesome and you're patting yourself on the back a job well done and then suddenly...something sneaks in and starts poking at you. "What if" starts floating through your head and before you know it you've talked yourself out of taking that one big important step that's essential for you to realize your dream.

Fuck you, "What if". "What if" kept me from speaking to my writing partner/best friend, Princess Stephanie, for something like a week about anything at all. My other best friend, Policegirl, got the brunt of my "woe is me" bullshit. It's a good thing he and I are so alike, otherwise I don't think he'd put up with my weirdness. Okay, so anyway, Policegirl is fabulous and was like, "Pie," so I was like, "chart" and he was like, "doctor" and I was like, "Quinn" and...okay, no, that was a while ago, but anyway, he pulls me out of my weirdness, sort of and then later Princess Stephanie ends up texting me something along the lines of, "Are you even still alive?!"

It was way less dramatic than that, it was more, "Dude, are you okay?" I asked her to define okay and she replies, "Ah! Well, you are alive! Hooray!" Alive yes, hooray, meh.

I tell her about my weird funk about my script. I suppose I should probably let you in on that as well. I forget that you all are not mind readers and you can't see what's in my head...which is probably a very good thing. For all of us.

My weird little funk, my "what if" is, "What if Ed reads this script and thinks it's utter and complete shit and laughs in my face?" Okay, well first of all, if/when Ed reads it, even if he does think it's shit, I doubt he's the kind of asshole who would start laughing in my face. If he struck me as that sort of person, I wouldn't be so enamored by him. Second of all, two words: Blood Out. I love you, Ed. I really, really do, but ugh the holes in that movie drive me insane. Likely because I adore him and I have a tendency to be super critical of those that I adore, it's some weird reaction I have. I grin like an idiot, but I gotta pick it apart. It's out of love, I swear.

So Princess Stephanie's like, "What's up?" and I tell her my sob story about not being sure of whether or not I should even be worrying about this script and whatever. I wasn't even sure I should be writing. Blah!

She informs me that her friend wants to direct it and is gonna see about what we need to do as far as raising $$ and whatnot because he's really excited about making this movie. Hooray!

I'm hesitant to be too excited yet because this all still hinges on whether or not Ed thinks I'm batshit insane.

Ed Quinn Wants A Script?

Bah! I have one. Seriously, I just finished it and I'm trying to get a production company to work with me!

Ed! I wrote it *just* for you!

Ugh, this is so frustrating.

Finally! A little bit of Ed in a world of Stephen and Rachelle.

And I have the lovely Puertorican Twilighters to thank for this. I'm not sure who the angel is that shared a few photos with me (thank you sooooo much) without my even asking, but I can't thank whomever it was enough! Imagine my delight after leaving an innocent 'thank you' on their page finding extra photos of Ed from the premiere in my inbox. *squee!* *thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou*

Amid a world of fans of the main stars of the movie The Caller, Stephen Moyer and Rachelle Lefevre, I'm far more interested in the 'villain' Ed Quinn portrays because as we all know I'm a bit in love with him these days.

As soon as I knew the release date of the film, I've been rabidly searching the net for any information on a premiere or anything to satiate my need for new information on Ed. He's elusive...

Finally, in the last couple of days since the premiere, I've been flooded with information on the film, but not so much on Ed's part in it. Let alone images. It's incredibly hard to find images of him that are recent and haven't been seen a hundred times over and like a savior with wings! Puertorican Twilighters swoops in to save the day.

*sigh* Thank you, so, so much. Now, I just have to wait until it's available to purchase in the US!

Little Gem....

Stumbled upon this little gem last night while looking for and doing something else on YouTube. Wasn't even looking for anything Ed Quinn related, but there he was just staring at me. Ed just seems to find me wherever I go! I'd never seen this one either and I'm still buzzing.

Those would be little pink hearts floating around my head about now. <3

Conversations with Princess Stephanie

Princess Stephanie: some fucking hospital person just crawled up my ass about not wearing my seatbelt. OY…

Confessions: omg

Princess Stephanie: I was like “ya, well I know people that would have died if they had their belt on, so I’d like to see your definitive proof…unless you have come to this stoplight unprepared.”

Confessions: lol if you said that, I’m himping [sic] your leg next time I see you

Princess Stephanie: I did say it. Then the light changed and I drove away angry. Hahaha!

Confessions: humping your leg later! LOL!

Princess Stephanie: Well that’s another way to greet people I suppose. When you meet Ed, hump his leg. Haha

Confessions: Uhm…no. I’ll hand him my knee, but I won’t be humping his leg…at least not early on in our relationship. ;) I know you…you’d be more shocked if I just hugged you……

Princess Stephanie: You speak the truth! Hahaha

Confessions: lol you nut

Princess Stephanie: ME?!? You da one humpin mah leg lady! I’m just the one who knows you well enough not to react to it!

Confessions: LOL. You also tell no tales.

Princess Stephanie: We’re so very strange…

Confessions: oh, I’m typing this up…

The Caller: Yes, Thank You...oh, but...no!

Okay, I'm so annoyed.

First of all this movie was filmed something like two years ago and we're just now getting around to making it available to the masses. Well, fine. At least we're getting it! :D New Ed! Hooray! <3<3

Silver Lining: It's being released in theaters! Yay!

What sucks about that lining is it's only being released in five states. Yes, only five and mine isn't one of them. Oh, it would be if I still lived in Arizona, but no. Not even New York is getting it. Michigan, Minnesota, North Carolina, Texas, & Arizona (I believe) are the five lucky states to get this movie in theaters. Arizona only gets it in ONE theater, though. Happily, it's one -were I still living there- I frequent.

Second of all reading the attached interview it seems that Mr. Ed Quinn has a larger part than the trailer and all other media suggests, which annoys me. What double annoys me is that Rachelle says something to the effect, "...you need to see Ed (Quinn), you need to see that relationship at some point..." Great! Sign me up!

Can we get any of that in the trailers? Even just a glimpse? No. I'm so tired of Ed getting pushed off into the background of movies he clearly should have more face time in. They did this same shit to him in Blood Out. His crazy accent aside he's seriously the best actor in the entire bloody movie and if he weren't there the movie...well, just forget it. My opinion, he should have been on the cover instead of that idiot 50 Cent who was in the movie a total of eight minutes. UGH!

Quit teasing me and freaking release The Caller already!!!! You're killin' me over here!

Simmer Down Sunday - Excerpt: Travel In Stillness

Something yummy about vampires going at each other after being apart for more than a century...

            Moving down her body leaving behind heated and wanton kisses, Quinn trains her legs about his neck before delving deep between her folds. Genevieve’s body arches and hands grip the sheets as she groans with satisfaction.

           Wanting to savor every last cell of the body he’s been denied for more than one hundred fifty years, Quinn pulls away, and spreads her legs open as wide as they can afford. “I have to know what I’ve been missing,” he breathes and in an instant his fangs protract and find their way into her delicate thigh hitting the profunda artery.

           Genevieve cries out in ecstasy, biting her lip drawing blood with her own protracted fangs. As he drinks her blood the middle and ring finger on Quinn’s right hand glide into her slick pussy and the deft thumb finds her clit.

           “Quinn,” she groans when she begins to feel light-headed. “Don’t drink too much,” she sighs, but he’s gone a little mad and doesn’t hear her. His grip has become possessive as if he is no longer in control of his own body.

           The flood of images he gleans through her blood proves him right; she still loves and craves him. Fuel to his blaze, Quinn’s overwhelmed wanting to know everything she’s seen and becomes relentless; his fingers fucking her throughout.

           “Quinn…” she begs. The combined sensations of Quinn sucking the essence from her as he also fucks her senseless is almost too much for Genevieve and the room starts to spin and she fears she will soon pass out. “Quinn!!!” she cries delivering a severe scratch to his back.

           “OOOW!” he roars rearing up, her blood staining his face, and dripping from his canines. “What the fuck?” he pants, but then he sees her fluttering. Chuckling, he leans forward and nips at her neck before telling her in her ear, “You can have some of mine if it makes you feel better.” The scratch on his back closes as he kisses her lips.

            Her blood begins to pump, echoing in his head giving him just half a second to prepare for assault. It isn’t long before Genevieve has Quinn’s member in her mouth teasing him with the idea that she could puncture him any second. “You wouldn’t…” he besieges, but is surprised at just how erotic the idea she might choose from here to drink and a part of him hopes she will.

            It’s this thought that proves to be Quinn’s downfall because Genevieve hasn’t forgotten any of his spots and brings him to his pinnacle faster than he would have liked. “I want to make love to you, Genny,” he begs, “don’t make me come now!”

            Giggling, Genevieve takes his cock all the way down her throat, and unhinging her jaw she bites him at the base, which causes him to come in that moment. “GENNY!!!!” he thunders as his body convulses spilling his seed down her throat as she drinks his blood; each swallow torture for the sensitive tip of his spent cock.

            Groaning, he grips her at the crown of her head allowing his eyes to lull closed. The world around him threatens to go dark as she drains him when he blinks and sees her now hovering over him, a wicked grin on her bloodstained lips. It isn’t long before he realizes she’s riding him and he cups her face rising up to kiss her. “I never could lie to you, could I?” she lilts.

            Quinn throws Genny onto her back. “You never were very good at it with anyone, let alone me,” he says biting her neck tasting some more of her. “But for the time being, my love,” he moans pulling from her careful to not drink too much this time, “let’s just enjoy one another, shall we?” Genevieve replies by sinking her fangs into his neck.

Tangent Tuesday: You Call That A Beard, Son?

I have been a very bad duck! I've neglected my blog for almost a week! This is terrible, but I've not been in a writing, chatting kind of mood. Last night, however, I was on a tear about something and wrote up a little something.

And shock! It has to do with Ed...sort of. He's a feature, for certain.

Anyway, without further ado here are the mad ramblings of...me!

You Call That A Beard, Son?

Okay, so earlier I was on Facebook (shock!) perusing through the ‘Most Recent’ list and see that Ketel One has posted something and in vain (as always) I go to their page to see if maybe, just maybe they’ve brought Ed back for their advertising. I know they haven’t, but a girl can dream, right?

Not surprising, dream shattered, again. Oh, well, but for further punishment to my Ed Quinn loving psyche, I click on one of their ‘newest ads’, again, in the vain hope that I’ll glimpse Ed. Again, dream shattered because no matter how much I’d like to have the commercial reshot with Ed in it and re-aired just for my personal viewing pleasure, I know that hasn’t happened because Ketel One could give a shit less about my hard-on for Ed Quinn.

Anyway, in viewing this commercial (no, I won’t link you to the new ad(s), but I may link you to the series Ed’s in because…I lurves him and I should thank KO for airing those about a year or so ago and reminding me just how hot that Nathan Stark guy was and kick starting a flood of ideas of which I haven’t had in forever – so, thanks) I noticed most of the adolescent males within are sporting what I assume are supposed to be full beards.

I say “assume” because they aren’t full by any stretch of the imagination. Patchy, spotty, and sad are how I’d describe these “beards” and the ‘men’ to which they're attached are little more than boys just this side of puberty. Come on, Ketel One, if you want me to buy the ‘gentlemen’ thing, you’re gonna have to give me actual men who can grow real beards and have the life experience to know how to treat a real woman.

Boys, if you want tips on how to grow an actual beard, you should talk to Ed because that man can grow one hell of a beard. Full, thick, and masculine…I love Ed Quinn and his beard. Just thinking about it makes me tingle from my scalp to my toes. That isn’t even hyperbole, it’s literal: an actual tingle runs the course of my body just imagining it. *sigh*

Don’t get me wrong, I love Ed in all his various forms: long hair/five o’clock shadow, short hair/five o’clock shadow, long hair/clean shaven, short hair/clean shaven, etc, etc, etc…he has so many pulchritudinous visages, it would take a considerable amount of time in which to scribe them all, and I love each and every one, I just don't hold the patience required to do so.

However, above all I love that man with a beard gracing that handsome face. To me, it softens him and takes years off his already Dick Clark-esque ability of not aging much over the last twelve or so years (maybe longer, I haven’t been able to see much further back than that). I was astounded to find he’s in his forties – WHAT?! I’m still not so sure I buy it *shiftyeye*.

The one thing that could make Ed Quinn and his beard sexier is if there were some gray hairs in it. The idea of a few flecks of gray sprinkled throughout makes my mouth water. Again, not hyperbole, but again he has that not aging thing working in his favor, so I’ll enjoy him and his dark hair as they are.

Although, I do love an older man and it explains a lot about his appeal for me when I watch him do…whatever he’s doing in whatever it is I happen to be enjoying (re-watched House of the Dead 2 the other day and realized how smoking hot he is throughout, even covered in blood and guts). He never fails to bring an enormous grin to my face.

Okay, so that was a tangent! At any rate, I couldn’t help but be irritated by all these pretty boy wannabes and their sad little ‘beards’ disguised as ‘gentlemen’. Please. You show me a twenty-five year old male, who knows draping his jacket over a woman’s shivering shoulders, granting her comfort at the expense of his own, is chivalrous and will gain him more favor than ignoring her for eight days and I’ll show you a shitty picture of Ed Quinn.

Read: ain’t gonna happen. I’ll look, but I’ve scoured the net (I don’t know what the deal is with him…my other celebrity muses have never been so…persistent and cooperative – short portfolio notwithstanding) and so far he’s just dead sexy in pretty much everything I’ve been able to view. So, don’t hold your breath.

In closing, Ketel One, you had me with your previous advertising in 2009/10 because I’m more than just a tad fond of the masculine adult male, but I prefer them with a little bit of experience in those chin whiskers they call ‘beards’. It's obvious the sophisticated adult female is not your target audience or you'd give us women men to look at and not boys.

xoxo

Dawn

As promised Ed's Ketel One commercials:
Side Note: notice how Ed's beard is the sole beard to stand out. Jus' sayin'.

What I Learned in Kindergarten Wednesday

I realize I didn't post yesterday, but let's just come to terms early on in this relationship that it's likely I'm going to miss days. Hopefully, not many, but I'm just not always feeling the need to write and in order for whatever it is I'm talking/thinking about to come out even remotely coherently, I need to want to write about it. Otherwise, you get a bunch of garbled mess, which I'm trying desperately to avoid!

Anyway, I was too busy dancing around my house to Madonna. Starting with True Blue, which brought back so many great memories, I'm going to have to keep it on my favorites. I was eight or nine when it came out and I remember dancing on our pool deck (hand-built by my father, as our pool was also dug by himself! I'm tellin' you my dad is a BAMF) with the cassette tape playing the tape deck rocking out with my neighborhood girlfriends. Fun! But, I digress...it was a tangent alright, just not one that allowed me to sit down long enough to type out anything about how it was making me feel. So, that was it in a nutshell!

Anyway, today I sent off a letter to a production company to see if they'd be interested in working with me. I went in sort of silly, but that's my personality and I figure, this is how I'm going to be when they meet me face to face, so why act one way I'm not right off?

What does this have to do with What I Learned In Kindergarten? Well, in kindergarten, I was taught about manners (like anyone uses those these days, seriously) and to always be polite and gracious. I've been those two things my entire life and I've learned that really only those who are aggressive in some form will get anywhere. I've been too afraid to be aggressive in things that I've wanted for myself for whatever reason and I'm done. I'm not going to be an outright bitch about things, but I am gonna do Me and do it well. ;)

My script's getting picked up and I'm getting this thing going!

Happy August!

Welcome to August! Man, it felt as though July was taking  literally forever.

I just posted my movie review for the week and I realized that I need to watch a movie before Monday to do the review otherwise it's just a mad dash and I end up stressing out so much that I just don't do it.

Obviously, I missed a posting on Saturday. I realize that no one at this juncture but me cares, but whatever. I'm still not sure how I want to handle that day. Just a random splattering of the things that go on in my head in regards to sex or what? Blah.

I'd start thinking about what I want to post about tomorrow, but I think that would defeat the purpose of the 'tangent'. Ha. Okay, off to work on...oh! My letter to the production company I hope to work with in the near future.

Listening to Lifehouse. I love them. I forget how much I love them until I remind myself. <3 Love that guy's voice. *sigh*

Movie Review Monday: The Cook, The Thief, His Wife, & Her Lover

Movie Review: The Cook, The Thief, His Wife, & Her Lover

Released: 1989

Directed by: Peter Greenaway

Written by: Peter Greenaway

Parental Rating: NC-17, yep, it’s that graphic, so not only language, but sex talk, including but not limited to allusion to and speak about rape. Fair warning. Oh, and a fun little twist at the end.

Spoiler Alert: Oh, you know it, kids.

Confessions 33 Rating: Ed Quinn

Peter Greenaway is a freaking genius. This movie is absolutely amazing. It’s beautifully shot, the cast is brilliant, and the tale is wonderfully twisted. I love this movie. If that’s any indication of my personality…then, so be it.

Where to begin!

Bourgeois and boorish crime boss, Albert Spica and his gang of thugs have stripped a man naked in an alley, are beating him, rubbing dog shit all over him, and then proceed to piss all over him. Apparently, this man should have paid up when originally asked or he wouldn’t be in this predicament. Off in the distance mongrel dogs chew on discarded bones.

Albert clearly, takes a great joy in humiliating this man in front of his wife, Georgina (Helen Mirren), who in the meantime tries to get Albert to cease his rabid assault upon this hapless man.

Food, Fit, & Fine Friday

Blog Request: What do I eat in a day/week?

Requested by: Carlee

So a girlfriend of mine asked that I type up something in regards to what I eat in a day or week and it dawned on me that I really have no idea, so I’m going to document for the week what I’m eating, up until Friday, which is Food, Fit & Fine Friday. The day I’ve chosen to post about what I’ve done to get down to the size and shape I am now and how fine I feel about it all!

I started writing down what I’m eating starting Tuesday, so it won’t be a full week, but I’m pretty sure you’ll get the gist of what I intake in a day/week.

Things I Love Thursday

I was going to write about my love for Lily Allen and her music, but I just got off the phone with two of the most amazing people in my life: my parents.

I probably have a set of the most awesome parents ever. I don't mind saying, my parents are better than your parents. Jus' sayin'. ;) 

I've been a bad duckling and haven't spoken to my parents since Father's Day (I told you, bad duckling) because I've been writing, writing, writing. Not a great excuse, but it's the one I have. Anyway, being the concerned parents they are, they reached out and gave me a call.

It's my mom (well, she's my stepmom, but I don't normally make that distinction, I do now only because it's likely I'll eventually talk about my birthmom and just refer to her as my 'mom' - confusion abound! though I usually refer to my stepmom as 'El', but you'll figure all this out if you're crafty and follow along) with her cheerful voice, "Hello Dawn!" and after a little bit my father comes in with his baritone, "Are you okay?!"  He's always concerned that I'm not okay. *lol*

So, we had a chat for about twenty minutes about many things that won't be rehashed here, but suffice it to say...my parents are stinkin' adorable. I may have convinced my father to get to Jamaica...that would be sweet. My dad in Jamaica. Ha! He said he'd only go if he could drive there. I said we'd knock him out and get him on a plane. It's only three and a half hours from New Jersey; he seemed strangely okay with this.

One thing that just thrills me these days, more so with my father, is the fact that I can joke around with them now. I could with El, but she's always been far more liberal than my father. My father is hilarious; very deadpan. So deadpan that often when he's messing with you, if you don't know him well, you might think he's serious and ready to throw out the door. I got this from him, I think, because in junior high I earned the nickname 'Stoneface' during the game "Baby, if you love me, smile." No one could ever get me to smile. 

Anyway, I didn't joke around much with my dad, not because he was averse to laughing or was uptight or anything like that (no really, I'd sit on his stomach 'tickling' him and he'd fake laugh for me just to humor his four-year-old as she would laugh maniacally because she's making her daddy laugh. we had fun, but joking with him the way I would a friend or my sister...no way), but he was very much my father. 

I love my father with all the love a daughter can have for her father and I have the utmost respect for him and I attribute that to the fact that he had his role and played it as a father should. At least how *I* believe a father should be with his children. I probably believe that because it's how I was raised...huuuurrrrrr. I had friends; I needed and had a father. I wouldn't want it any other way.

These days, I'll joke around and even tease my dad and mom about things I wouldn't have even dared to ten years ago. I'm funny, like my daddy! :D I can even get him to laugh, which makes me just smile.

Now, I must give credence to El for somewhat liberating my father. I can say that El had a time dealing with me. I was a pain in the ass and I recognize that now, I'm so lucky to have her as my mom.

You must understand that my father is from the South. We're talking born before the end of segregation was even an idea of an idea of an idea. It's crazy to think my father grew up in such an era where he couldn't use any water fountain he wanted. He married my mother, Virginia, in a time when it was still frowned upon for inter-racial couples to do so. So, he has a certain way of life and seeing the world ingrained in him. Also, his father was a Baptist preacher; just want you to get the picture that my dad is pretty conservative in his thinking.

Anyway, El has been incredibly helpful in liberating my father in many things in life which has honestly made my life and even my sister's life a little bit easier. Without getting into things too personal, let's just say, she's been very instrumental in my growth and in getting my father to see me as still his child, but also an adult at the same time. It's been a fun journey. :) I love her madly, too!

Today I dedicate Things I Love Thursday to my parents! I love you both!

xoxo

Dawn

What I Learned in Kindergarten Wednesday

Ha! I'm just realizing that I haven't posted anything for today. I'll do a little something since I have about an hour before it's Thursday. ;)

I titled today what I did because I'm coming across things that I feel I should have known how to do earlier in life, but for some reason I didn't.

The best example I can think of is blow drying my hair. I've been doing it for years, but only recently have I learned how to do it with a round brush as opposed to my traditional air pick. The air pick did its job, but did not make my hair feel as nice as using a round brush does. I really had no idea how much of a difference it really makes.

I'm working on a chronology of my hair, in which I hope to include photos of me and my sad 'hairstyles' over the last three decades of my life, that will be posted probably on either Tangent Tuesday or perhaps Simmer Down Sunday.

I'm also learning the importance of a trim. I've never regularly had my hair trimmed since the 'incident' circa '81. By 'incident' I mean I gave myself a mini haircut, which started out very minor and inconspicuous and blew into very major and conspicuous. Awesome. That's what I get for having a grandmother who's business was a drapery shop run out of her house. But I digress...

My neighbor happens to be a hairdresser and she was kind enough to cut my hair today at no charge. She's awesome! Yay for nice neighbors with awesome skills and wonderful dispositions! I'm going to make sure I get my hair trimmed at least once a month now, since she's literally next door and doesn't mind.

I'm going to learn how to make some homemade doggy treats for her Pugs (she has two, they're hyper, but cute little things) as a thank you for the haircut. My hair feels SO much nicer! I also hope it will help with the length, I'd love to have longer hair, but I'm also just now learning the proper combinations of products to really keep my hair 'healthy' (I quote that because one's hair is actually just dead protein cells hanging off one's head, it isn't even alive. I promise, look it up), so maybe I'll get the longer hair that I want. We'll see.

All right, it wasn't much, but I warned you. ;) I'm getting sleepy anyway. *yawn* G'night!

Tangent Tuesday

So it's looking more and more likely that I won't get a post up for Movie Review today for yesterday, so I'm not going to kid myself into thinking I will.

What I am going to do is post something from YouTube because it's what I'm looking at and in awe with at the moment. Shockingly, no, it has nothing to do with Ed Quinn. Can you even believe that? *lol*

So, anyway, last night I started to giggle to myself just thinking about an old Animaniacs cartoon where Yakko, Wakko, and Dot all enter a room with Wakko entering last and shaking hands with someone via his knee. I mentioned this to my husband, who was curious as to what the hell I was laughing at and he informed me that it's in fact a Marx Brothers thing. Makes sense that I'd have no idea because I didn't watch them. Princess Stephanie did, but I didn't. Hubbs thought it was Groucho who did that, but when he said Marx Brothers, I knew it had to be Harpo. I enlisted the help of Princess Stephanie and she informed me I was correct.

I've been laughing about it all day, so I went to YouTube to find a video of Harpo actually doing aforementioned action and while I haven't found one, yet, I did find a clip that's just as awesome.

This clip really has it all. Classic music, classic comedy, classic instrument. It makes me crave my cello. <3

A couple of things...

Firstly, Day One out of the gate for 'Structure' and I don't get a movie review posted. I have two or three started, but none of them are finished. Go figure! I'll be working on them and maybe I'll be diligent and back post when I don't post on the day I'm supposed to for at least Movie Review Monday.

Secondly, I notice I have a follower! Yay! Thank you, Will, whomever you are. :) I hope you enjoy my ramblings! Very exciting!. :)

Structure

So, I'm thinking of coming up with some sort of structure for my blog. I can't just have it languishing here like I let everything else languish, so I figure some kind of structure is in order.

Tentatively, I have the following for my days: (Marcos, that 'tentative is for you, buddy)

Monday – Movie Review Monday

Tuesday – Tangent Tuesday

Wednesday – What I Learned In Kindergarten Wednesday

Thursday – Things That I Love Thursday

Friday – Food, Fit, & Fine Friday

Saturday – Sexy Thoughts/Stories Saturday

Sunday – Simmer Down Sunday

Right now, I’m sort of all over the place. Like, I just shut down a few other things to reboot my laptop, but saw that I’ve not yet finished this, so here I am typing out that I’m fabulously short of attention.

Hang on, my blog, my email, my everything online is acting up. I really need a damn reboot. Back in five!

Okay, one more pit stop; I need to prepare dinner for later. Give me another maybe ten to fifteen. ;)

Movie Review: Blood Out

Movie Review: Blood Out

Released: April 2011

Directed by: Jason Hewitt

Written by: Jason Hewitt, John A O’Connell

Parental Rating: R, so you can expect language within from me as well.

Spoiler Alert: Most likely, but really it won’t spoil anything. I yap so much, I don't even care about inevitable errors. Deal with it.

Confessions 33 Rating: Gerard Butler

I need to preface this review by stating the only reason I put this movie in my Netflix queue and then proceeded to watch it is because of Ed Quinn. He is honestly the only redeeming thing about this movie because if he weren’t in it, I wouldn’t have bothered. But seriously, I don’t care about anyone in this movie other than Ed. That being said…on to my review!

Highlights:

Ed Quinn as Anthony

It was filmed in Louisiana

Soundtrack is pretty kickin’

Tangents, Procrastination, and…Oooh, Shiny!

Every morning for the last three days I’ve woken up deciding to watch Blood Out to do a proper review of it and every day for the last three days…I’ve found something else to watch or do.

I really need to work on my follow through because I’m sort of terrible at it. Like right now I should be watching Blood Out, but what am I doing instead? Watching BASEketball. I don’t know why, it’s utterly ridiculous and Ed Quinn is nowhere to be seen.

I’m a terrible procrastinator. Like right there, I went to BMW with my husband maybe three hours ago leaving this to wallow in…something.

Anyway, I was going to watch Blood Out today and give it a proper review because when I do watch it (by watch I mean I fast forward to the parts Ed is in and when he’s gone, I fast forward until he shows up again until he’s no longer in the movie) all I do is rip on the thing because of its terrible holes and other silliness.

It’s one of those movies that I sort of love to hate on because my boy’s in it and he’s honestly just really adorable in it, but it’s really just a bad movie with a great premise, but no proper closure.

Also, partially why I’ve not watched it today (or use as a lame excuse anyway, as is my prerogative. mwaHA) is because Hubbs is home due to car issues and he had to take it in, drop it off, and pick up a rental. For some reason I opted to go with him rather than stay home and take that opportunity to watch my movie. Crazy, I actually like spending time with my husband, even if it is in the lobby of BMW.

We’ve been home for a good chunk of the day, but I try not to shove Ed down Hubbs’ throat, so I opted to not put it in, but now I’m sort of wishing I had because Hubbs has said he’d watch it with me at least once just to see if I’m being irrationally hard on Ed’s ridiculous Louisianan accent because: a) I’m sort of in love with him and b) because my father’s from Louisiana and he sounds nothing like that (believe me folks, you can take the man out of Louisiana, but you cannot take the Louisiana out of the man) OR if his attempt is really just that bad.

I can’t tell. I’m not objective and I’ll be the first to tell you that. If Ed does it, don’t care, those little stupid pink hearts start floating above my head and I squeal/grin like an idiot. It’s been like this for almost a year now and it hasn’t dissipated like it usually does with me and my men. It’s okay though, I don’t mind him lingering. He got a script out of me! I’m creative like never before, so I’m happy to hang onto my muse.

Hey! Look at that tangent! Can you tell I adore Ed Quinn? *lol*

Okay, so for sure tomorrow I am going to watch Blood Out (properly, from beginning to end and suffer through non-Ed parts), take notes, and tell you why this movie had its potential, but blew it; in my opinion, of course!

Ta for now!

xoxo

Dawn

The New Kids on the Block Name Change: Aged Men in the Suburbs

I sit here giggling as Hubbs plays Aqualung on Rock Band 3 and I upload some photos to Facebook because the New Kids on the Block caught my eye in some ad -- oh, another friend of mine happens to ‘Like’ them that's what it was. So I click on their page and look around a little bit, tempted to hit ‘Like’ as well, but I don’t because I’m trying to cut back on my ‘Like’s (ridiculous, I know), and I start to think about how old these guys actually are.

Not a single one of them can claim that they are a ‘kid’ save for maybe in their minds, but let’s face it, they are men. Whether they like it or not. Seriously, Joey is gonna turn 39 this year, so, sorry guys, you are no longer ‘kids’, just like I am no longer a ‘girl’. You are ‘men’ in the same way I am a ‘woman’, deal with it.

In dealing with it, I’d like to suggest a name change. It isn’t quite as catchy as ‘New Kids on the Block’, but it suits you much better and maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to take you seriously again. Okay, that’s doubtful, but I’ll get to that later (*cough* choreography *cough*).

As a semi-faithful fan (okay, not! But I do still giggle like an idiot when I hear them and their songs are still damn catchy; seriously, I love ‘Grown Man’ and somehow now I’d rather bang Donnie than Jordan, but that’s another conversation altogether…hmmm, perhaps I am a semi-faithful fan…I digress!), I, dutifully, suggest Aged Men in the Suburbs.

Here’s why:

Most of you have your own children (honestly, I know at least three of them have kids, I can’t be arsed to check on the other two), long time SO’s (breakups included), and probably property out the wazoo. Maybe even a li’l sumthin’, sumthin’, in – you guessed it – the Suburbs. Note that I did not say ‘Old Men’ (though it did cross my mind, but I don’t perceive late thirties/early forties as old because it ain’t) because age is what a good wine does, right? Puts a positive spin on things.

Many things that are enjoyed thoroughly are aged. Including, but not limited to steak, wine, and cheeses are all items that can be aged and some of these things, when aged are worth much more, yes?

Just a little something to think about. And does anyone else find it incredibly ironic that Jonathan is the Knight brother that turned out to be gay when Jordan was the one accused all the fucking time back in the day? Now Jordan’s kind of a perv. Ha ha-ha. Sorry, J, but I saw a few episodes of that VH1 show you were on before NKOTB managed to become relevant again and yeah…perv.

Yay! A short one!

xoxo

Dawn

Movie Review: Beyond the Valley of the Dolls

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Movie Review Rating System

I’ve never sat down and actually reviewed a movie before. I mean, of course, I’ve seen movies and of course, I’ve ‘reviewed’ them verbally with friends, family, co-workers, etc, but I’ve never actually written one. I need the practice, so hell maybe I’ll start doing one of these for movies every now and again.

I’ll need to think up a clever rating system. I don’t want to do ‘stars’, I want to come up with my own thing still on a scale of 1 – 5, but not stars. It’ll probably have to do with men and their beauty as I see them. Ah, I know, I’ll come up with five of actors, rate them from least to most attractive and use them as a rating scale.

Obviously, five on my scale will be represented by Ed Quinn, as being a movie that embodies all things I find make the perfect movie because to me, he embodies all things I find make the perfect man.

One on my scale, hmm, my first instinct is to say Matt Damon, so I should probably just stick with that because he, to me, embodies all that is wrong with a man. However…

Okay, so after some thought here’s what I came up with as my rating system:

So, You Said You Lost Some Weight, Right?

I sure did! I didn’t do it quickly, either. Because I’m lazy and a huge procrastinator, it took me approximately a year to do when it should have only taken me perhaps four to six months. Oh, my diet didn’t/doesn’t help. It’s better now, but still could use improvement.

Anyway, around March of 2010, I started going to the gym regularly; three times a week doing the circuit training. Hubbs was also able to convince me to start doing protein shakes and by protein shakes, I don’t mean those Special K shakes. While those taste really yummy, they have more sugar in them than protein which is counter active.

No, I found a powder that I really liked that had something like 32 grams of protein per scoop and maybe 2 grams of sugar. Found it at my local NutriShop, it’s called Pro5 and it’s by Nu-Tek: I got the one for women, obviously.

Script Registered

        Today, I registered my very first script/screenplay. I’m pretty damn excited about it, too. I’m not one to start something and finish it; ridiculous, right? Meh, I start a lot of things and never finish them. I have a hard drive FULL of stories I’ve begun and maybe three of them have actual endings. Not including my script, I can think of two off the top of my head.

What usually happens is, I’ll be on fire writing whatever it is I’m writing (it’s usually self-serving, which is why I’m not a published author – that thing in high school, barely counts) and then I’ll get to a point where I’ve either run out of ideas or I’m bored with the story.

Obligatory Introductions

            Hello! Let’s just get the introductions out of the way. I’m Dawn, I’m just this side of 30 (okay, I’m 33, and I’m not really sure how I feel about that!), and I’m literally just now figuring out how to do all the shit I should’ve known how to do since at least junior high.