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is this a kissing movie?
07/28/2007 = 09:00 AM

Do I have any news? Not so much.

I'm doing some mad writing offline to try to make something lasting so certain famous writers can stop making fun of me for being a pathetic nobody little blogger working on my novel, working at work (which, if they wanted you to know what was going on there, they'd certainly tell you and not recruit me to do so), and trying to decide whether I should give in and cut my bangs again.

They're getting in my face and I freaking hate that.

Yes, I've tried every hair accessory in that aisle. Thanks for asking, though.

My hair is so fine in texture that it will flop out of the most steel-reinforced headbands; the most industrial-strength barrettes.

Conversely, my hair is also too thick to fit into those baby-sized clips designed to keep well-meaning passersby from saying, "Oh, what a cute little boy! How old is he?" about your infant daughter.

On my wedding day, the stylist sprayed about ten gallons of commercial roofing compound on my head and finally decided her best course was just to trim my bangs and work them into the planned hairstyle.

I'd've felt a lot better about stumping a professional stylist, if I hadn't had to start growing my bangs out from scratch yet again.

Incidentally, I've noticed that, when I listen to '80s bands like Poison or Ratt, I can feel my bangs getting taller and taller. It's like their music exudes Aqua Net into the atmosphere.

Speaking of which, I loved the hell out of the new movie Hairspray. The little girl playing Tracy is so awesome I want to smoosh her and then have sundaes with her.

My brain confettis. Let me show you them.

Gah.

Anyway, Andy and I recorded a podcast last week, and I finally had a couple of hours wherein I could edit the bastard, so now it's available.

What you do, if you've never done this before, is go to http://golfwidow.podomatic.com. You can listen to the podcast on that site if you have no other player, or, you can scroll down and on the right-hand side of the page is a button which allows you to subscribe to the podcast via iTunes, which will give you the new episodes as they happen, every time you synch up your iPod.

We say bad words. But the good news is, we don't spoil Harry Potter.

And I don't think Andy said anything rhyming with "clappy paired rows" at all, in this episode.

So we got that going for us, which is good.

I don't know when the next episode after this one will happen, because Andy still has to keep going back to Chicagoland, where his next few gigs are, but his crappy recording software is not.

With that said, let's get back to talking about movies.

Top Five Movies I Can Watch Over and Over ... and Over. And Perhaps Again.

Ganked from Joelle.

List, in any order, the top five movies you can watch over and over and never get sick of them. They don’t have to be cinematic masterpieces, or even your favorite movies of all time. They’re just those movies that, whenever it's on, you’ll watch it. Even if you just watched it yesterday. Or one of those movies you put in for a pick-me-up, even if you’ve seen it thirty times.

I don't tag, but if you want to do this, have at it. Link back to Joelle so she knows who's doing it.

1. Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I can come in anywhere and just watch it to the end, or I will pop it in if I need upcheer. (My DVD has the Lego version of the Camelot song, so I have a lot of love for it.) I've seen it so many times I could probably, if necessary, stand on a stage and recite the entire film from beginning to end, including credits.
2. While You Were Sleeping. Shut up. Bill Pullman is doing his decent guy performance as opposed to the persona he uses for films like Ruthless People and Mr. Wrong (you know, where he's sort of taken over by the whatthefuckpodpeople). Sandra Bullock is always kind of adorable. And if you have no patience for the love story and the happy ending, there's always the insane but sweet family, and Peter Gallagher being uncommonly obnoxious.
3. High Society and The Philadelphia Story. This is, strictly speaking, two films, but since High Society is really just The Philadelphia Story with singing and dancing, I not only stop and watch either of them, but often watch them back-to-back, because I am a big loser.
4. The Princess Bride. Another one where, if called upon, I could recite the entire film. (NOTE: If you recognized the title of this post as being a variation of one of Fred Savage's lines, you could, too.)
5. Jeff Dunham: Arguing With Myself. Not really a movie, as such, but if you aren't afraid of ventriloquist dummies (a lot of my friends are, thank you so much Rod Serling), nothing will fix your tired mood after a hard day like a grown man talking to a jalapeño pepper on a stick.

Tags: podcast; top five

drinking: diet coke. it's so muggy already i don't want to heat up the kitchen by turning on the coffeepot
listening to: Gallows, Black Heart Queen
jeff dunham: playing mohegan sun in october. i am all over that shit