Tuesday, May 22, 2012

the bachelorette:: emily: epi 2.

It's time for the 19 remaining contestants to move into a Charlotte mansion and compete for Emily's heart and Lil Ricki's inheritance. That's word-for-word what the info on my cable box said. Mostly.

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Emily begins the epi meeting up with her gUrls for some gUrl talk. Lil' Ricki fails miserably at her cartwheel attempts. Also, they found the one non-working, non-white woman in Charlotte to sit at the table and act interested in Emily's plight. Unfortunately, she did a terrible job of actually acting interested.

SO NOT INTO IT.


In the meantime, Chrissy Poo meets up with the boyZ to explain the rules of the game to them.

Ryan gets the one-on-one date and in less than two minutes of screen time we see him wear two see-through (sheer) t-shirts. While Ryan and Emily leave the other boyZ are getting some much needed pool time. I caught more than one dude checking out his pecks in the North Carolina sun.

Emily has, basically, a super shitty date planned for Ryan. He is asked to carry in her groceries and then in a classic emasculating move she makes him put on a super gUrly, super flowery apron. HE LOVES IT. Just eats it up.

"This is exactly what life could be like." --Ryan, while spending the afternoon baking in a woman's apron
Yes, Ryan, you won't work, she won't work. You'll just bake all day, e'erday. 


Emily takes the cookies to Ricki's soccer practice and makes Ryan wait in the car. So, instead of introducing him to Ricki too soon she makes him look like a child molester sitting in a car across from a park full of children playing. His odd smile and gaze didn't help his cause. : (

I know Ryan's haircut is probably considered stylish, but I don't think it's stylish for a 34-year-old super Southern dude. Just comb the back of that shit down, son.

Ryan and Emily get all gussied up for their nighttime date and now, Emily is driving a Bentley. Classic.

Ryan is color-blind because he keeps calling her plum dress red. Actually, that could be a deep mauve.

"Emily's a hometown hero to these people." --Emily
WE GOTTA GET SOME NEW PEOPLE TO MOVE TO CHARLOTTE. 
I actually looked up "notable" people from Charlotte and the most recognizable names were K-Ci & JoJo and Skeet Ulrich. : (


Ryan and Emily move on to a convo about chasing gUrls and something about a competition. I know where she was going, she just took a bass ackwards way of getting there. Meaning: she sounded kind of like an idiot.

"I don't want to be a prize." --Emily
So... yeah. Not going to touch it. 


RYAN GETS THE ROSE.

Then, the two have the most awkward first dance in television history. Seriously. It was B-A-D. That's her favorite band? I don't believe that. I'd like to place bets on whether or not Emily knows how to use iTunes.

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GROUP DATE TIME.

Emily meets up with 13 boyZ at a theater and then, SURPRISE! Here come the Muppets!
Emily, the Muppets and the boyZ are putting on a variety show. As if variety shows aren't typically bad enough, right? I'm confident my tap dance performance to Marty Stuart's "Hillbilly Rock" in the 1991 First United Methodist Church talent show, WITH MY MOTHER, was more entertaining than this.

"Growing up, I lived off the Muppets." --Tony, Lumber Boy
Seems dramatic, Tony.

Honestly, this was weird. Like, ABC, we get it-- EMILY HAS A KID AND SHE LIVES IN CHARLOTTE.

At one point, Chris goes to tell Emily that he's nervous about performing because of his brain injury. Emily seems kind of weirded out by Chris visiting her dressing room. You know how I know? He walked in and said he wanted to hang out for a second and she said, "Oh, cool." OUCH.

That mess is finally over and it's AFTER-PARTY TIME.

DRANKS ALL-AROUND!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chris, the Chicago guy, is becoming obsessed. He wants that rose, needs that rose, has to get that rose. Gotta get that boomboompow!

In one of the best lines of Bachelor/ette history Emily sits Jef (ONE F) down and says, "This is what I thought all day, 'where the hell is Jef? Does Jef speak English?'" BABY GURL WANTS A PIECE OF JEF. I mean, she wants some of that. Jef seems genuinely flattered and confused by the attention. Kind of like how I'm confused by his name being spelled J-E-F.

The Beat Boy shares a dance with Emily and I wish she'd share some style tips with him.

Kalon interrupts the dance and looks like he walked straight out of a J. Crew ad from hell.

Emily uses the same line on Kalon that she used on Jef, but slightly altered. "I was worried, I was like, where's Kalon?" She's good. Real good.

The Beat Boy tells Kalon that he doesn't like him. I felt like I was in a middle school science class. He was drinking that wine like he was in a field somewhere watching a bonfire with a bunch of 17-year-old dudes. I mean, we've all been in that field, right? My high school graduation party was in that field.

Emily gives the rose to Jef. He was like, "SAY WHAT?" I can't figure this dude out. I mean, get some self-esteem and call me in the morning.

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ONE-ON-ONE DATE TIME.

Clearly, Joe thought he was going somewhere different than Emily. Her outfit compared to his was sad and weird. He is too old to be wearing a shirt like that if he's not managing a band or working on his new Tumblr site.

Emily tells him they are going to her home state! West Virginia! If Virginia is for lovers, West Virginia is for poor people and people driving from Ohio to Pennsylvania.

Now, in a great move by ABC, they set these two up at the Greenbrier. They could have taken this show to a whole new level of cool had they shared a little of bit of this place's history, but no... they didn't do that. They referred to it as a, "hotel she used to hang out when she was younger with her family." Then, they jumped in the pool.

Promise me you'll google the Greenbrier after this. In the meantime, know this: The Greenbrier houses A secret Eisenhower-era underground bunker, designed to house members of Congress and their staffs during [and after] nuclear attack. ALL OF CONGRESS AND THEIR STAFFS. That's insane!


We head back to Charlotte where Kalon and the Seattle Dad have a weird confrontation about putting "being a dad on hold." Personally, I think Seattle Dad got a little dramatic and defensive. I can see why he would get defensive about someone questioning his devotion to his child, but to be fair: he jet-set across the country and left his kid with his sister, for maybe 6 weeks, to try to date a gUrl on national television.

Then, Seattle Dad said he put every dream he had on hold at age 20 to be a dad. I don't want to speak too soon, but it sounds like he knocked somebody up at 20. It doesn't sound like he wanted to be a dad at 20. Just saying.

We head back to West Virginia (that's the first time in my life I've ever said that!) and Emily is way over-dressed for dinner. She's mainly over-dressed because she's in West Virginia. You can't wear stuff like that there.

THEY KEEP CALLING IT A HOTEL. LIKE, PEOPLE. TWENTY-SIX PRESIDENTS HAVE BEEN HOSTED AT THAT 'HOTEL'. GET A CLUE. IT'S A NATIONAL LANDMARK.

Emily asks Joe where he sees himself in 5 years.

"I hope I see myself happy." --Joe
Is that a sentence?

You just hope you see yourself as happy?

Emily tries to dig a little deeper and gets nowhere. At this point, it's over. Emily sends Joe packing. Then, they make her watch the saddest ass firework show in the history of fireworks. It's hard to make a fireworks show sad, but somehow they did it.

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COCKTAIL PARTY TIME.

We get a minor glimpse of Emily's mom as she's getting dressed for the rose ceremony. There can't be a single ounce of blonde hair dye left in North Carolina.

Emily sits down with Arie and asks him questions about his life in Scottsdale and she interrupts him at least three times in the middle of it. Maybe seven times.

Arie, brilliantly, mentions that he dated a gUrl with kids once.

Ryan gets some time with Emily and everyone is pissed. Lumber Boy wants to interrupt their time, but he can't until Emily reads the note Ryan wrote Emily.

"Thank you for being you." --Ryan's note to Emily
VAGUE. 


Lumber Boy (Tony) has a moment when he talks about the Muppets with Emily. He uses that as a lead to discuss his son, Taylor and the fact that he left him at home to pursue her. I wish he would've left that sad tie at home, too.

Kalon sat alone on a bench and sulked.

Kalon says he's an old man trapped in a young man's body. Just looks like a tool bag to me trapped in a pretty nice suit. He then talked a lot about being mature. I've always thought if you have to tell people you're mature, just outright, you aren't that mature. Personal opinion.

Chrissy Poo shows up. I know I say this a lot, but he's wearing what is honestly the worst shirt-tie combo EVER. He looked like he was attending a surfer's funeral.

ROSE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!

Beat Boy got a rose over Cutie Biology Teacher Boy. The glasses aren't for everyone. Emily was engaged to a NASCAR driver, you really think she's digging the hipster glasses, son? No. She's into trashy. I mean, look at Beat Boy's excuse for facial hair. He looks like he works in the meat department of a local Wal-Mart.

The Teacher cried.

Kyle got cut. He was boring. Super monotone.

"I said, 'you know what? I'm going to go for it.' When you get your heart broken, it's the worst feeling in the world." -- Kyle, with NO EMOTION in his words or facial expressions
He sure didn't look like he was experiencing the worst feeling in the world. 


Emily lets the boyZ know that they will be in Charlotte for another week.

I can't decide if this is really good for Charlotte or really bad for Charlotte. I mean, if you're leaving Charlotte to visit West Virginia, it doesn't really say much for Charlotte. You know what I'm saying?

Anyway.
Long hair don't care.
It's over.

Until next week.








Tuesday, May 15, 2012

the bachelorette :: emily : epi 1.

Oh, look who's back! It's Lil' Ricki and Barbie Emily.

We open up this season with some floating balloons and the decree, "Get all the sugar boogs out."
To be fair, Emily did say this while Lil' Ricki was exercising dental hygiene, but still...

Emily goes through her whole story about the plane crash and then some sexy-time music comes on and she talks about Lil' Ricki going to bed at 7:30, so she needs someone to love her.

I think this is probably the best way for this to happen.

We get to see Brad propose to Barbie Emily. And you'll remember-- SHE SAID YES.

Emily said coming back on the show is a "huge risk." THEN, she said being engaged is, "really special and should be saved for the person you're going to marry." WHAT A NOVEL IDEA. Copyright that.

Should we even mention the fact that she's dragging her six-year-old daughter into this festival of shit? Can you imagine what this kid thinks? She's going to be 14 and want to go to the movies with a boy and is going to expect a helicopter.

It should also be noted: they are in Charlotte, North Carolina. Surely you know why that makes me nervous! EMILY DOESN'T HAVE AN OCEAN TO STARE INTO FROM A BALCONY! How is she going to over-think any decisions without a balcony AND an ocean? I'm really worried.

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Finally, it's time to meet the boyZ.

Luxury brand consultant: He has a few dollars in his pocket. What luxury brands are in Houston?
Sports trainer for kids: Hello, Dateline.
Lumber trader: Trader? Does he barter furs, too? He's also a father. A father that takes his kid out into the cold rain and makes him open his mouth.

"Now, I'm just a single dad trying to find love." --Lumber Boy

Black guy with a tiny dog: Not into it. He's a big man with a TINY dog!
Singer/songwriter: His song for Emily was something I would make up if I was deaf and had never heard a song before.
Recruiter: WHAT/WHO DOES HE RECRUIT?

"I may have had a head injury, but there's nothing wrong with my heart." --Recruiter

Skateboarder: He's into bottled-water. And denim jackets.
Race Car Driver: COME ON, ABC. YOU SICK, SONS OF BITCHES.

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We get a glimpse of Lil' Rickie wearing some hooker heels and putting on make-up, so I feel really good about HUMANS in 2030. Also, how does Emily own that much make-up?

"You look like a princess." --Lil' Ricki, to Emily
Yeah, if by princess you mean just a gUrl wearing a nightie from Victoria's Secret.

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Emily meets up with Chrissy Poo Harrison and she tells him that she was scared to do this. I'm scared, too. Scared that people with children would do this and think this is a safe environment for them to meet people. Barbie says she doesn't want to talk about losing Ricky. I'M ALL FOR THAT.

Emily takes her spot to wait on the boyZ and she looks like a sad leftover pageant princess with a man for a fairy godmother.

HERE COME THE LIMOS.

She's met two boyZ and I'm getting a little bored. This is not good. We've got 13 weeks of this, gang.

That one guy came and got down on one knee and said that lame quote from the internetS about moments and breaths and I think to myself, "You had months to prepare and think about this and you got a quote off of a 14-year-old's MySpace page for your introduction?" OY VEY.

Chris is a corporate sales director.
So, Chris works at a hotel and sometimes people who work for corporations stay in his hotel.

Alessandro made his way from Brazil to Minneapolis? I'd love to hear more about how that happened. Had to have been an accident, right?

What happened to the other "F" in Jef's name? : (

I think it's super creepy that twice now, the man with the tiny dog, Lerone, has said Emily's single-momness is what is the most attractive about her.

Stevie rolls in with a boombox from K-Mart and a terrible green shirt.

"I feel like I'm in a night club." -- Emily, to Stevie
WHAT A SHITTY NIGHT CLUB. 
Note to self: Don't ever go to a club in Charlotte. 

Charlie has on a khaki suit. Ladies, when was this filmed?! A khaki suit in the winter? OY VEY.

Oh, holy hell. A guy brought a slipper in on a pillow. : (

After the dude dressed up as a grandma and then a guy introduced himself as, "Wolf" I fast-forwarded through the rest of the limo scenes.

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COCKTAIL PARTY TIME!!!!!!!!!!!

Emily rolls in and is greeted with the largest glass of white wine I've ever seen. Baby gUrl, I feel you. I'd need an IV of white wine to get through that shit storm of dudes and cheesy compliments.

Chris pulls out a bobble head doll of himself. Then, he gets pretty next level and pulls out a bobble head doll he made of Emily.

"I think she deserves the best." --Jef
Well, she certainly came to the right place, right?!
And this was said by a guy who is clearly lacking an "F" in his name. 


I think the humidity is getting to Emily's hair. That makes me feel like I can actually relate to her.

The dad from Seattle brought a note from his son to give to Emily. So, now we have two parents exploiting their children for fame and love!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This guy probably takes his son and a puppy to the park on Sundays to try and lure women into his lair.

FIRST IMPRESSION ROSE!!!!!!!!!!!

Chrissy put the rose down awfully close to the fire. I know if I was on this show I'd throw that rose into the fire as a joke that I'd take too far. I'm kind of impressed that these boyZ are obviously a little more mature than I am in that sense!

Helicopter boy gets interrupted by the insurance agent and our first confrontation of the season happens between him and the Beat Boy. ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS THE POSSIBILITY OF THERE POTENTIALLY BEING A DANCE-OFF FOR EMILY'S HEART.

The race car driver sits down with Emily to tell her about his career. Her face dropped. ABC, YOU ARE THE WORST. JUST THE ABSOLUTE WORST.

SINGLE DADS FOR THE WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE DIDN'T EVEN NEED A PUPPY. Sean from Seattle gets the first impression rose.

"I actually think I deserved the first impression rose." --Chris
I want to validate his feelings and all, but I don't understand how someone can "deserve" that. 


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ROSE CEREMONY TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, Kalon is his real name?

There are some terrible suits/shirts/shirt-tie combos happening here. We've got the ode to "Steel Magnolias" with the blush and bashful shirt and tie. The beat boy with the green shirt. There's a dude with a maroon and purple plaid shirt rocking a deep mauve tie, which leads me to the question: is deep mauve a color? We also have the black shirt with a little bit of a sheen being accented with the brightest purple tie that they sell at Marshall's in Austin, Texas.

The guy with that ostrich egg is standing there so proudly holding that damn egg. : (
BUT, THEN HE GOT A ROSE.

No real surprises here.

Lerone, tiny dog man, did not get a rose. Do you think he's still into single moms?

WHOA. Hold up. Brent really has six kids? Six? Like the number after five?

"It felt like my heart fell on the floor and got trampled." --Dude that didn't get a rose
IF that's even possible, I don't think you'd feel it because if your heart fell out of your body you'd probably die instantly. FIND A BETTER ANALOGY. 


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We get to see scenes from the rest of the season. I'm super thrilled to see her taking her daughter out of school to experience this BS. Then, they showed her making out with a guy and then another guy.

At one point they bleep out the F-bomb. There are a lot of tears. Especially from the boyZ.

AND THEN, DOLLY PARTON SHOWED UP.
DOLLY PARTON.

And that's how it ended.

What a shit show.

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Oh, not over yet. That dude took off his shirt to show us his abs. I can only imagine the pride his mother is feeling at this very moment.






Tuesday, May 8, 2012

who are you.

Growing up, I was fairly certain I knew exactly who (and what) I wanted to be upon reaching the stage of mature adulthood.

No matter my age I was quite certain "mature adulthood" happened at your college commencement ceremony. [Let me assure you, adulthood may have happened, maturity did not.] And it's funny that up until your college commencement ceremony you know EXACTLY what you're going to do with your life, but about the time you sing the National Anthem you break into a cold sweat because you realize you have no idea how you're going to feed yourself or get healthcare.

Up until May 13, 2006 I was on my to Chicago. I was going to work in advertising as a copywriter and I was going to be awesome. I'd dabble in jingles, but not too much because I'm not a musician. I only wavered from this for a short span of time when I thought about going into full-time ministry.

Six years later, I've been to Chicago one time.
One time.
And. I'm not in advertising.
I don't even dabble in jingles!

Does this mean I haven't reached the stage of "mature adulthood"? Or does it mean I'm not who I thought I was going to be? Should I be looking in the mirror and asking, "who are you?"

I can say with a lot of certainty that I've reached a level of maturity that I would consider to be "mature" by most standards. Meaning, maybe I've turned into someone I didn't think I would ever be.

On top of all of this, sometimes I carry fruit in my purse as a snack.
FRUIT.

And that, that scares me more than not ending up in advertising.
That is the one thing that makes me look in the mirror and say, "WHO ARE YOU?"

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

low key.

Today, while perusing some archives I found these rules to live by. 
A real gem. 


From LC in 2004: I think it's important to keep it low key. Just wear your graphic tee, flip-flops, jeans and drink some Kool-Aid. Keep it low key. No need for all this fancy stuff. Keep it simple. Keep it basic. Keep it low key.


I don't disagree with this statement in 2012, but I sure hope that Kool-Aid has some vodka in it. 

Monday, April 23, 2012

heavy.

In quick summation, the last few weeks around my zip code and the zip codes surrounding have been heavy.

That word, in a way, seems inadequate. Inadequate because it's short and easy to understand and that  happens to be the exact opposite of what has been happening. It hasn't been short and it's not easy to understand.

The vagueness of this post is intended and not meant to create intrigue in anyway. This isn't a cry for help or a silly attempt to gain attention.

Writing has always been a release mechanism for me. When I'm sad I write, when I'm most happy, I write even more. Growing up, I wasn't the best at expressing my feelings or emotions for several reasons and the only way I knew how to get my point across way to write it down. But, also writing serves as a buffer between myself and the world that I actually operate in. You see, in my writing, it's my way or the highway. I get to make up the rules and the way things go, I get to decide what's stupid or unfashionable. I get to tell Congress how to operate. I'm the only one in charge. Unfortunately, in the world that I actually live in, my pen and paper do little to change the outcome of situations.

A few weeks ago I stood in a hospital room with some of my dearest friends and we cried and we prayed and we hoped. We longed for an outcome that didn't happen and wasn't part of the Lord's plan.

In between that time and now a lot of other things have happened that most people who know me at all would consider "blog worthy." There was the Petrino scandal with my beloved Hogs, Pat Summitt retired, I started running (on purpose), I started painting my nails (on purpose), I quit drying my hair in the mornings and just "let it go." These are all big things in my life, but with some perspective they are silly things. Worldly things. Not blog worthy things at all.

I am not naive enough to sit here and believe that no one reads what I write. I play it cool a lot, but kids, I have Google Analytics. I know you read this and I know your grandmother's social security number by the time you're done reading.

So, with that being said, I ask two things of you: First, stick with me. I'll get back to it, I promise. Stick with me and make all of our collective internetS dreams come true-- I'll get a book deal, you can read about the "Bachelor/ette." Second, pray for my friends. Pray for my future BFF, Olivia. And don't just pray, believe. Believe that God is good and that God is strong. Believe that God is who He says He is and that He does what He says He'll do.

Do that for me and we'll get back to those idiots in Congress and the slutty morons on my television.
I promise.

I serve a big God. A mighty God. And well, that's pretty blog worthy.


Tuesday, April 3, 2012

POTUS: march madness: championship.


(1) Virginia vs. (3) Georgetown
A match-up for the ages? Or just a match-up?

On one hand, you have some of the greatest to ever play the game. On the other, you have two solid “take no shit” reformers who played the game a little differently than the ones before them.

It’s very much an old-school team versus new political ideals and theories.


TEEJ BALLIN' OUT




So, it’s a match-up for the ages, right? No. Jefferson and his crew of rebellious Cavaliers take down the rough, but refined LBJ and Clinton with little effort. For distractions sake Clinton took part in a courtside scandal involving some not-so-refined women, but the distraction couldn’t withstand the trio of three of the greatest to ever play the game.

Madison’s small frame is deceitful and Jefferson’s red hair plays with opponents minds, throw in Monroe’s generally good attitude and his low tolerance level for others invading his space in the paint and well…

Virginia wins. No contest.




Tuesday, March 20, 2012

POTUS: march madness: final four.




(1)Virginia vs. (5) Davidson
Ever seen a man on fire? Me neither, but metaphorically speaking this team of ragamuffin revolutionaries is on fire. Wilson is coming off of hard-earned victory, but victory is not his to revel in for long. In the end, he falls just points short, breaking the heart of the world.

(2) Harvard vs. (3) Georgetown
This one could very much be an episode of an after-school special. Clinton and Johnson, the small-timers who grew up with little, versus these other kids who grew up with a lot. Carrying a chip on their massively large, yet reformed shoulders Clinton and Johnson pull ahead early.

For a brief moment, it looks like the Ha’va’d Ya’d boys are going to stage a comeback.
The comeback is short-lived. Kennedy’s back goes. An injury, his coach later described as a metaphorical “bullet to the head” of his team.

JFK’s loss was more of an emotional barrier than anything and things only got worse from there. JQA demoted himself to the JV team, FDR was ruled ineligible after a random rule change in how many years one can actually play basketball and GWB declared victory with a 1-point lead and lots of time left on the clock and even raised a banner to celebrate the victory. 

Clinton and LBJ had a few scares, but ultimately pulled ahead for the victory and the chance to play Virginia in the finals. Upset city!

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