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Best of the Naughties

First of all, how hilarious is it to call the recently departed decade the Naughties? I picked it up from Jezebel and Slate (I think) and I find it giggle inducing every time I say it.

Naughties. Giggle.

This decade was a whopper for me personally. Of course, it was one of only three that I’ve been alive and one of two that I’ve been a functioning member of society (i.e. having an age that’s in the double digits), so it wasn’t hard for it to be significant. I finished college, went to pastry school, went through several careers, fell in and out of love with a few men (in once more than out, fortunately), became the proud mama of two fabulous dogs, bought a house, and got three tattoos. I wholeheartedly adopted blogging, painting, twitter, compulsive furniture rearranging, orchids, vegetarianism, veganism (temporarily), and running. I made friends, lost friends, my brother moved away, my dad moved away and came back, my parents got divorced, and I gained and lost thirty pounds. As I said, a whopper.

However, turns out it’s near to impossible to remember tens years worth of movies and books. Here goes nothing – if I forget something incredible or critical or not-to-be-forgotten, remind me. That’s what the comments are for.

Movies

– There are so many reasons this movie stuck with me. 1) Michelle Rodriguez. She is hot and strong and I’ve been madly in love with her since long before her turn on Lost. 2) The naughties (giggle) were the decade of my slow birth as a feminist, and this movie was a large part of what kicked that off. 3) Punching. Lots of punching.

– Have you seen this? You see how Rose McGowan’s leg has been replaced by a machine gun? You see the big skull and crossbones on the hood of that car? Are you going to go out and rent it RIGHT NOW? What if I told you that the incredible Zoe Bell, who did Uma Thurman’s stunts in Kill Bill, played herself and did a whole scene where she rides on the hood of a car for fun? For FUN! Go rent it. I’m not even kidding. If you trust me, go buy it. You won’t be sorry. Do you need a little more encouragement? Ok, here is just one of many fake trailers that are included.

– Fine, maybe Slither isn’t technically a ‘good’ movie. You know what though? It’s the closest the naughties (giggle) came to a new Tremors, and Tremors is my favorite movie of all time. Of. All. Time. Shut UP. Also – Nathan Fillion, lookin all hot. As per usual.

TV

I’m going with three different categories here. First, best overall new show. Second, best single episode. Third, best character added in the naughties (giggle). Doesn’t that sound all sensible? I’m nothing if not sensible. Sensible sensible. Sensible. Ha.

Best New Show

– Ah Grey’s, how I love thee. With your extremely attractive doctors and your best-tv-relationship-EVER (Meredith and Derek, like I need to say it). With your story lines that made me skip everything on Thursday nights – dates, parties, classes, audiences with the pope, whatever. Please, never stop. Ever.

Best Single Episode

– Yeah yeah yeah I’m a gigantic geek. I’ve dealt with it. The musical episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer was fan-fucking-tastic and there are an entire posse of geeks out there that agree with me. See?

Best New Character

– YesfineI’mmorethanmildlyobsessedwithJossWhedoncanwemoveon? Winifred Burkle, from Angel. While Angel officially spun off from Buffy in 99, Fred wasn’t saved from her otherworldly cave of insanity until 2001 so this totally counts. Fred is neurotic and genius and pretty much the anti-Cordelia. If you don’t know who Cordelia is… well, I don’t know where to start. No, really. Just believe me when I say Fred is the girl every smart girl wants to be.

Online

– This was the decade of the mocking website. This Is Why You’re Fat, Cake Wrecks, Fuck You Penguin, Your Tattoo Sucks, Hot Chicks with Douchebags, Fail Blog – people, you have made meanness into an art. This was also, of course, the decade of LOLspeak – but we won’t talk about that.

– Emmanation.wordpress.com started in 2007 (sort of). I don’t know if you guys are reading that shit, but MAN it’s hilarious and insightful and just plain magical. You should go check it out.

Books

I’m sorry, loves, but this one is impossible. I have probably read upwards of 1000 books in the last ten years, and I cannot pick favorites. That’s like asking me to pick my favorite breath or my favorite strand of hair. Just not gonna happen. (Because I love breathing and I love my hair, get it? I am SO funny that sometimes I feel like I have to explain my funny. Just in case it was too funny.)

Social Phenomena

I’m not going to mention Myspace or Facebook or Twitter or Napster (because I never used Napster of course – hear me, FCC?). Partially because drrr, and partially because I’d like to look back on this ten years from now and not be mortified.

Speaking of mortification:

– I was in a band. We were called The Take. I wore skirts (what you’re seeing is the longest of my onstage skirts by several inches, in deference to the fact that it was like -2 the night we played at the Larimer Lounge) and Cons and sang songs with titles like Disease of Our Youth and thought I was the sexiest thing with a microphone. Because I was. Obviously.

This is normally where I’d segue into the people of the naughties (giggle) but I have a LOT of candidates – real life, celebs, four legged, etc. Therefore, I’m moving that to it’s very own post. Tomorrow, dear readers.

I hope that you enjoyed the naughties (giggle) as much as I obviously did.

My cold and I are going roller skating.

Muah.

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Best of 2009

I have a list of naughties bests that I’m working on, but it’s still in a little bit of flux, so I’m going to save it for when I’m done with this one.

Remember last year, when I did a best of 2008 post? That was fun, let’s do it again!  (Also, if you’ve been reading my blog for a year, bless you, I love you, many many smooches I am bestowing upon you.)

Movies

-The movie club started this year! We reviewed sooo many truly horrific movies, I’m not even going to list them all.

– I loved Coraline more than …. well, definitely more than the six year old that was in the theater with us at 9 on a Sunday night. The six year old that cried to his grandparents that he wanted to leave RIGHT NOW early in the film, and was told to wait it out because Coraline would win in the end. The same six year old that literally made a break for it when Bad Mommy turned into Bad Spider Mommy. I definitely loved it more than that kid, for sure.

TV

What’s that, Nathan Fillion? You’d like to sweep me off to a tropical island for a beach wedding and an eternity of happily ever after? Hm…let me thinkabou-Ok. Let’s go. No, of course I don’t need to pack anything, we won’t be wearing clothes. Obviously. Where’s the limo?

Online

-For me, this has been the year of discovering other bloggers. Temerity Jane, Aunt Becky and The Bloggess are my personal favorites for both their hilarity and their ability to whine about being sick with a frequency and enthusiasm that puts mine to shame.

Books

-It has been an AWESOME year for books, especially compared to last year. My two favorites were:

Social Phenomena

Yes, I am in enormous buckets full of love, thank you for asking.

-I’m a Rocky Mountain Rollergirl! I heard through the insanely frequently updated yahoo user group that one of the newbies has already passed her skills test… the gauntlet has been thrown. 2009 will forever be the year I started roller derby.

People

Maida is people, shut UP.

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brrrrr

It’s cold. My nose is an icky mess, even with the tissues that have the lotion that get rid of the little cartoon peoples red noses. I haven’t heard about the derby yet.

But I simply adore this.

Ellen von Unwerth has taken these hundreds of simply amazing photographs of women and put them together into a book called Fraulein, and the entire thing is available to flip through at the link above. I haven’t gone through all the pictures yet (it is 500 pages) but every one I’ve seen reminds me of being at the bar with my girlfriends. These are not pictures taken for the purposes of arousal, despite the scantily clad or sometimes unclothed models. They feel like pictures taken for the models themselves, maybe, or for just people in general. I can’t put my finger on it – Jezebel posited that maybe it’s just the vibe of pictures taken of women by a woman.

Got me, but I love it. If the book weren’t $700 (seriously) I’d put it on my Christmas list.

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Ingenues with dark glasses

In my family, we make Christmas lists. They aren’t always honored, but they’re exceptionally helpful for a family in which three people bike and one can’t tell a Schwinn from a Bianchi, in which two read obsessively and two are lucky to find one book a year that holds their interest, and in which three eat dairy, one(ish) eats meat, and one eats none of the above.

I was the first to send out my list, although I have a sneaking suspicion that the tiniest sprinter has been working on his for awhile and is just waiting for the key time to distribute it – possibly after he next falls off his bicycle or talks about his migrating facial implants and we all feel bad for him. I wasn’t going to publish mine here because I thought there would be nothing interesting about it – and then I realized, I’m a blogger. I talk about uninteresting shit every single day (especially during NaBloPoMo) so there is really no valid reason to stop now.

So, here’s what I requested from my family.

1) A sewing machine. As I may have mentioned a bagizilllion times, I’m not the world’s tallest girl. That goes with me not having the longest arms and legs, and normal length shirts being long enough that they can’t be comfortably tucked in. Hence, I would like to become my own tailor. I realize that I could just hire a tailor, but that would reduce the chances of me discovering that fashion design is my calling and winning the next season of Project Runway (even though it’s lame now).

 

That could totally be my head on Heidi Samuel's pin.

2) A salt bowl. Preferably a beautiful ones in either dark or reclaimed wood or green. I have a little white porcelain bowl that I use now, and have absolutely no reason whatsoever to get a new one… but that’s what Christmas is for, right? Getting those little things you covet that you can’t justify buying for yourself? Oh, and something about virgins and mangers…. we didn’t really focus on that part, we were more interested in early morning croissants and those chocolate oranges you have to whack on a table. If whacking chocolate doesn’t spell Christmas, I don’t know what does.

I would more appropriately salt my cooking if I had this bowl, I'm sure of it. Positive.

3) Grey’s Anatomy, starting with Season 2. No explanation needed for this one – me and Meredith are soul sisters.

4) Art, baby. This is all from Gallery Nucleus, which I discovered after the boy bought me the absolutely fantastic Use Technology to Collect the Women.

The Host by James Jean

Torotoromarillaz by Mari Inukai

Tightrope by Vera Brosgol

Unsuited by Vera Brogsol

So there you go. That’s the list I put together every year to make sure I don’t end up with strange circular gears that I don’t know what to do with. I would of course also accept baklava, Whole Foods gift cards, and love – in that order. Of course, baklava and Whole Foods gift cards are synonyms for love in some languages, right?

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the thinking woman's crumpet

Dear loyal reader Dad, you might want to skip this post. Just sayin’.

I just renewed my subscription to Filament magazine, and I could not be more excited.  Admittedly the only issue I’ve seen is the first, but I have to trust that it will just keep getting better and better.

Filament, by its own description, is 72 quarterly pages of intelligent thought and beautiful men.

That’s right. Beautiful men. Oh right, and intelligent thought. And beautiful men. And did I mention that those beautiful men are in various stages of undress? Including full undress? The images skew slightly romantic/goth, as you can sort of see from the cover of Issue 1.

Well hi there.

 

The genius creator of this mag, Suraya Singh, used to be a British civil servant. She was apparently in the market for a smart yet sexy magazine for women, and basically had to choose between Playgirl and Cosmo. Playgirl, as I understand it, is mostly geared towards gay male readers. Prior to the recent decision to include Levi Johnston, of course – not that gay men won’t appreciate them some Levi, but I’m hearing women get excited about the mag for the first time ever. Cosmo treats sex like just one of the many skills you need to master to catch yourself a man. Neither is erotic in the way smart women find to be stimulating (in both senses of the word).

I was going to post a shirtless picture of the adorable Levi, because that's the kind of post this is, but the only one I could find had his baby in it. And that's creepy.

 

Anyway, I’m pumped. Since it has to come from England and since there is very little advertising, at least so far, it’s not the cheapest subscription ever. I don’t care. I can’t wait for my next issue.

I can’t locate any pics from the mag, and they’d be mostly NSFW even if I could, so I’ll leave you with these instead. The first is a gift from me to the side of you that loves a man out of uniform. The second is a gift from me to the side of you that loves a man from Lost – although probably not the man you think.

Helllooooo Sailor.

Hurley. And Christie Brinkley. Together at last.

 

 

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the thinking woman’s crumpet

Dear loyal reader Dad, you might want to skip this post. Just sayin’.

I just renewed my subscription to Filament magazine, and I could not be more excited.  Admittedly the only issue I’ve seen is the first, but I have to trust that it will just keep getting better and better.

Filament, by its own description, is 72 quarterly pages of intelligent thought and beautiful men.

That’s right. Beautiful men. Oh right, and intelligent thought. And beautiful men. And did I mention that those beautiful men are in various stages of undress? Including full undress? The images skew slightly romantic/goth, as you can sort of see from the cover of Issue 1.

Well hi there.

 

The genius creator of this mag, Suraya Singh, used to be a British civil servant. She was apparently in the market for a smart yet sexy magazine for women, and basically had to choose between Playgirl and Cosmo. Playgirl, as I understand it, is mostly geared towards gay male readers. Prior to the recent decision to include Levi Johnston, of course – not that gay men won’t appreciate them some Levi, but I’m hearing women get excited about the mag for the first time ever. Cosmo treats sex like just one of the many skills you need to master to catch yourself a man. Neither is erotic in the way smart women find to be stimulating (in both senses of the word).

I was going to post a shirtless picture of the adorable Levi, because that's the kind of post this is, but the only one I could find had his baby in it. And that's creepy.

 

Anyway, I’m pumped. Since it has to come from England and since there is very little advertising, at least so far, it’s not the cheapest subscription ever. I don’t care. I can’t wait for my next issue.

I can’t locate any pics from the mag, and they’d be mostly NSFW even if I could, so I’ll leave you with these instead. The first is a gift from me to the side of you that loves a man out of uniform. The second is a gift from me to the side of you that loves a man from Lost – although probably not the man you think.

Helllooooo Sailor.

Hurley. And Christie Brinkley. Together at last.

 

 

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broken shmoken token

I’m just going to admit right now that this is a token post.  If it weren’t for NaBloPoMo, my ass would be anywhere but sitting at the laptop trying to be funny and/or interesting. I’m tired from reviewing contracts from the nineties all day. The 1990s, people. Remember those?

Yeah you do.

I’m going to finish reading these contracts and then I’m going to make some paper dolls. For real.

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