rubykatewriting: (THIS is Hysterical Laughter)
So the whole Perez Hilton thing is LULZY enough as it is, but then John Mayer has to go and redeem himself by being awesome. He continually owns Mario's ass, and MARIO DOESN'T GET IT. I understand now why Perez gets along so well with Spencer Pratt: they don't get that the world is LAUGHING AT THEM.

Oh, John Mayer, I'd so have your babies. YEAH, I'M TAKING IT A STEP FURTHER, DUDE. YOU DESERVE SPAWN FOR THAT AMOUNT OF AWESOME.
rubykatewriting: (Michelle My Belle)
A chain email I got that nearly made me choke on my own spit. )

In other news, Mom and I rented The Secret Life of Bees yesterday. It really captured the tone and themes of the book so well, even if it did young-ify the sisters and Rosaleen, and I, of course, SOBBED LIKE A BABY through the latter half of it. The use of india.arie's "Beautiful" socked me in the chest bone, people, and I’ll admit I’m predisposed to love anything Sophie Okonedo does because hello, AWESOME, but she WAS May.

I told Mom she has to read the book, like, immediately.

Heeeee!

Jun. 1st, 2009 03:57 pm
rubykatewriting: (30 Rock: Jack Laugh)
This baby is hilarious. She's going a mile a minute, like an auctioneer on helium - or maybe she's the auctioneer for those little cattle from the Jack in the Box commercials - and she's like FULL ON SRS BZN. At one point, she looks at him like, "WHAT? I'M SERIOUS! I HAVE THE SOLUTION FOR THE ISRAEL/PALESTINE CONFLICT. IMAGINE: PEACE AT LAST."
rubykatewriting: (Books Books Books)
My sinuses have teamed up with the weather. THEY ARE TOTALLY TRYING TO KILL ME. I wish I could do like they do in that commercial, take off this thing that I like to call head-formerly-known-as-mine, so that when this shit finally goes all sorts of explodey, at least part of me will survive. Yeah, I don't know. I blame the headache.

THIS, however, is TOTAL FUCKING WIN. Seriously, King, you are a most awesome of awesome things.

Hey, y'all!

Jun. 9th, 2008 11:40 am
rubykatewriting: (Oh Shia)
Idaho was chilly, rainy, and windy, but absolutely lovely. )

In other news of the awesome, Lewis Black is coming to Houston in July. This makes me veddy, veddy happy.

And finally a book rec: Max Brooks’ World War Z. I read it while I was in Idaho Falls and immediately had to pass it on to Zeebert before I left who was to then give it to Rae for her flight to Europe. All I have to say is: NORTH KOREA. That shit freaked me the fuck out.
rubykatewriting: (30 Rock: Jack Laugh)
Meet Reverend Michael Louis Pfleger, a longtime priest at a Catholic church on the south side of Chicago. He is also great friends with Reverend Jeremiah Wright.

Now meet the Fox News correspondent who tries to school the reverend and gets completely and totally owned instead. Folks, it's fanfuckingtastic.



Awesome, right?

Linkage provided by [livejournal.com profile] ontd_political.
rubykatewriting: (30 Rock: Behind the Middle School)


AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Loves it. Tracy Morgan, I love you so much right now. *points at icon* You know, buddy.

Linkage provided by the awesome [livejournal.com profile] karnythia.
rubykatewriting: (THIS is Hysterical Laughter)
If there is any good to be had out of this whole writers' strike it is this: there are some funny skits coming out, and this is one of them.



On a completely shallow note, Josh Radnor looks quite hot in a beard, but then I loved the flashback to Ted meeting Barney and the goatee of hotness sported by one Mr. Radnor. The boy looks good with some facial hair. What can I say? I loves me some facial hair.

Book Meme.

Apr. 25th, 2007 12:00 pm
rubykatewriting: (Books Books Books)
From [livejournal.com profile] iridescentglow.

Books can be dangerous. The best ones should be labeled: This could change your life. )

Oh, in very funny news, I have been banned at TWoP. Again. *SNORT* Because of a tiny kerfluffle in the Katherine Heigl thread. I knew it would be the death of me.
rubykatewriting: (Jakey: Oh You)
Oh, this is so fantastic, I can't stop laughing.

Television Employer Without Pity

HA FUCKING HA, Recappers. You thought Sars and Wing Chun were going to actually make sure y’all saw even a little bit of the Sell-Out Booty? SUCKERS.

And with that, I swear, I'm done with the spamming.
rubykatewriting: (Mal: Done)
* I like the overall arc of Gilmore girls this season, i.e., I was finally able to catch up on all the episodes since the end of January. Seeing them all back to back like that, in one continuous thread, really showed off how well DR is doing. I like that he is actually wrapping up storylines that have been lingering since season one, specifically Lorelai and Christopher. Granted, I ship them - have since "Christopher Returns." However, we finally had a conclusion to their storyline. Somehow I doubt it would have been as neatly done in ASP's hands, simply because she hasn't been able to make a clear choice since mid-way through season two. It's always this back and forth. Then there is Emily. She will always be a bitch, a product of her upbringing and generation, but she's no longer stagnating in this pool of bitchery. There's movement, something approaching progression. Richard's heart attack was just as difficult to sit through as I knew it would be, but I so loved that scene with all four of my beloved Gilmores as they strolled the hospital hallways. It illustrated why I adored them from the word go, even with all the baggage so clearly evident in the pilot episode. I'll conclude my fannish love by saying that I also adore the trajectory of the RoryLogan relationship, and I loved watching Lane and Zack prepare, with massive amounts of grumbling and panicking, for their boys. Oh, and Mrs. Kim, you will always rock hard in my heart. (I can't go near the Anna/April/Luke custody storyline without seeing massive amounts of rageful red, so I'll save myself [and you] by not mentioning it any further.)

* 30 Rock is the most consistently funny and smartest show on network television. I cannot wait until it comes back, which according to my DVR, is this Thursday. I'm enjoying Andy Barker, PI well enough, but it is no 30 Rock.

* Slither is disgusting but oh so funny. Gunn so ably captured all that is fantastic about a good, scary monster movie while putting his own stamp on things. (He named the high school after Fred Ward's character in Tremors, people! One word: AWESOME.) I should also note that Gunn really writes some fantastic females. I loved Tania Saulnier and Elizabeth Banks, especially Banks. She was so fucking kickass as Starla. Plus, Nathan curses up a fucking storm, thereby putting it into automatic classic territory. (I'm shallow, yo.) But then I checked out the extras, all of them (a sure sign I love the film, if I'm checking out even the technical shit), and Nathan is AFUCKINGDORABLE, with his little-boy-like, "You scared the shit out of me!" Seriously, when does Drive start? I need my weekly fix of one Mr. Fillion, thanks. Another thing, the juxtaposition of Gregg Henry in this versus his polished role as Logan's pops on GG is pretty fangirl-inspiring, but then he had me at, "Move the fuck out of the way cocksucker!"

* The Lookout was decent, but not the immediate classic the critics are hailing it to be. JGL was fantastic of course. And pretty. So fucking pretty. It's funny. When he's half-naked (at one point, he wakes up in shorts and no shirt) he looks more solid, but dressed, he looks so fragile, as if I could take him over my knee and break him in half, all vengeful giant like.

* Upon second viewing (went to see it with Mom), Premonition is still as good and affecting, and knowing how it ends, I was able to sit back and pick up all the clues, but then one of the first scenes gives it away. It really reinforced that the "premonitions" are just the McGuffin of the piece.

* I find Paul Walker immensely more attractive when he handles his business like he did in Running Scared. He was capable and BELIEVABLE. (My world is all-askew.) He fucking rocked that part like I haven't seen him rock a part since Joy Ride. He was so gritty and worn around the edges (which makes TONS of sense once you realize what's really going down). Then he starred opposite Vera Farmiga, who played his kickass, take-no-names wife, and I just about died of happiness.

* Brothers & Sisters, how is it you make me laugh fucking out loud one minute, only to have me in tears the next? In short, how you so awesome?

I had other thoughts, but as I predicted, since I didn't write them down, they've fluttered away as so much else has over the last week. Dude, whatever this was I got this time kicked my ass, and then handed my kicked ass back to me, laughing.

Today is Katt's birthday so we're having chili-dogs and chips followed by strawberry cake with ice cream. God, I love hot dogs, but chili dogs OWN MY SOUL. Seriously. The only thing missing is the onions. It really isn't a chili dog without onions. Lots of them. However, we’re a close little office, so I’ll make do without.

HA!

Mar. 15th, 2007 12:08 pm
rubykatewriting: (Jensen: Hehe)
A person after my own heart.
rubykatewriting: (You Make Me Feel Like Dancing)
Apparently some douche who will never, ever get laid wrote an op-ed piece he likes to call "satire" regarding rape and how VERY AWESOME rape is for his school newspaper. Strangely enough, people didn't find it funny. Cue the much-deserved backlash against the asshat and the editors of the school newspaper and the resulting wank!

(Of note, I am seriously late to the party as this was discussed on Feministe back on 02-09-07.)
rubykatewriting: (Cosmo is Mocking You)
Is it wrong that my first reaction to news that Cassandra Claire was plagiarized is to laugh? Or that the thought that immediately follows is Are we sure CC didn't plagiarize that herself?
rubykatewriting: (Venkman: I Feel so FUNKY)
Someone over at otf_wank posted this in response to some boob's comments about being an anarchist:

"STOP HITTING YOURSELF, GIRLIE!"

Something Positive FOR THE WIN, YO! (Well, and the poster who commented with the link.)

Today

Dec. 24th, 2006 10:42 pm
rubykatewriting: (THIS is Hysterical Laughter)
I have made and/or helped make the following in the last 48 hours:

1. Three 8x12in pans of Foccacia stuffing
2. Supplemental cranberry sauce with the leftover cranberries from the pies (see 8)
3. Ham
4. Turkey (brining and baking)
5. Green bean casserole
6. Four batches of Bourbon Yams
7. Four dozen rolls (white and wheat)
8. Apple Pie a la Zing (traditional apple pie with cranberries mixed in)

Now, the interesting part comes in when we get to the apple pies. Mom forgot to place the oh-so-important cookie sheet on the rack below the pies, and of course the pies bubbled over. This led to the smoke detector going off TWICE.

First time, as I stood using the front door as a giant fan, freezing my ass off, I realized poor Sugar (the grandmother's kitty) didn't know what to do and was trapped on the stairs, the only sound to announce his cries of distress the jingle of his St. Christopher medal. Up. Down. He was panicked into indecision.

Naturally, Boo, obsessive little freak that he is (also, this is not a rarity in our house, sending the detectors into a frenzy), saw a route of escape outside. We hadn't been able to let him outside all day because it rained off and on, plus it didn't get higher than the 40s down here. He tried to come at me straight, then he pulled this nifty zigzag (at least in his mind), heading towards the chair all casual-like, using it as cover. And finally, all out of options, went under the Christmas tree in the far corner of the room, slipping behind the couch, leaping onto the endtable, slithering under the cover of the curtains - all of this hard work I nipped in the bud before he even had a chance to pull the final TA-DA. He was most unhappy with me.

This happened both times. Fortunately for Sugar, he used the time in between the first and second alarms to scamper to parts unknown. Probably under the bed, or perhaps into Mom's closet. It has all sorts of nifty hidey-holes as well as lots of clothes to buffer the piercing scream of the alarm.

So that was my night.

*


I was looking for a tablet earlier this afternoon to start a checklist for things I'll need when I move out. (Side note: checked out the apartments. Lovely old building. Lots of light. Hardwood floors. Tons and tons of security. Fabulous location. Gabs and I both adored it.) Anyway, I found this little notebook where I wrote down snippets of scenes I had planned for Home, specifically what pushed Jess to return to Stars Hollow.

After Shelby's death, he, Nana (Shelby's grandmother, the woman who raised her after Shelby's parents' deaths - I never made this clear in the fic), and Wren lived pretty happily in the little old house in Houston. They were all grieving, but they were making it. Until Nana took ill. Years of heart disease, a couple of heart attacks, a stroke - all of it finally caught up with her. And Jess and Wren were faced, once again, with the loss of another important woman in their lives.

Another thing I found was several pages of a TristanRory fic. Tristan was an ER doc in New York where Rory was working at some new magazine, something ridiculously young and hip. During the office setup, Rory tripped and broke her elbow and was taken to Tristan's ER. This leads to flirting and the planning of a date. Come date night, Rory comes home, after another long day at the office, to find Tristan on her doorstep with wine, flowers, and a pizza on the way. As Rory has spent the last several years living a very solitary life, he is the first man to really make any headway with her. Sex soon follows and that's where my idea ended. Sex and sleep after wine and pizza. An ideal night, don't get me wrong, but I can't for the life of me remember where this story was going.

*


With that, I am off to bed. We have the Christmas dinner up on Mom's unit tomorrow, and it should be pretty chaotic. They had five admits on the unit today, which puts us up to eight patients plus families. Interesting, to say the least.
rubykatewriting: (Rory & Logan: Like a Samba)
Found this wank about Jensen Ackles today. OMG, the responses that cropped up over here poking fun at the original poster, from some of the funnier, best-tongue-in-cheekers EVER, are seriously for the win, folks.

And apparently Jensen's a smoker, though there seems to be no photographic evidence to support this alleged fact. God. Jensen, honey, buy a clue with all that SPN money.

Now onto Tuesday night TV:

Gilmore Girls )

Veronica Mars )

OMG! UB Casting News: Daniel's Mom )
rubykatewriting: (Venkman: I Feel so FUNKY)
My aunt sent me this:

Due to the popularity of the Survivor shows, Texas is planning to do one entitled, Survivor - Texas Style.

The contestants will all start in Dallas, then drive to Waco, Austin, San Antonio, over to Houston and down to Brownsville. They will then proceed up to Del Rio, El Paso, Midland, Odessa, Lubbock and Amarillo. From there they will go on to Abilene, Fort Worth and finally back to Dallas.

Each will be driving a pink Volvo with bumper stickers that read:


I'm Gay, I Love the Dixie Chicks, Boycott Beef, I Voted for John Kerry, George Strait Sucks, Hillary in 2008 and I'm here to confiscate your gun.

The first one to make it back to Dallas alive wins.

First off, holy shit, that drive! I shudder to think of all that time stuck in a car. By the time you finished, your ass would be permanently deflated. Secondly, HAHAHA! I love my state, but there are still some backward folks living 'round these parts. Sadly, some of those are members of my own family.
rubykatewriting: (JDM: HEE!)
My friend's five year old daughter decided to cut off all her bangs by herself. The reason? "I was coloring and they kept getting in my way."

Hee!
rubykatewriting: (Like Crack - Only Legal)
Just finished watching the series premiere of Heroes. Loved it – even the creepy MirrorAli. If it’s possible, I like every one of the characters, but by far, my favorite is Hiro. His adorable voice and amazing exuberance just totally hooked me. The synopsis of the upcoming season looked extremely promising as well, as God knows, I love a good apocalyptic twist. LOVED. Favorite series premiere thus far.

Of course, when the "To be continued" came up on screen, Mom, who came in about halfway, said, "That is wrong on so many levels." Think she may be tuning in again too, which would be cool.

Another highlight of the evening is the margaritas, or rather, the Myaritas. These were taught to Mom and me by her co-worker, Mya, and we have, I think with very little humility, improved on the recipe. I am now on my second glass, and I’m talking twenty-something ounces here. As I’m sure everyone has heard by now, we do it big down here in Texas and that includes our alkyhall, too.

(Heh. Side note: it only takes one Myarita to get those Texan accents out and loud.)

I also just killed a mama spider. She'd just given birth or hatched or whatever her million babies, and they were crawling around in the doorway to the kitchen. As I walked by, the mama spider jumped at me, which I found incredibly rude since, you know, she decided to birth those babies in MY KITCHEN. And so I told her that she'd had her little Charlotte's Web moment and now it was time to take that final toilet flush into the sky. I dashed to the downstairs bathroom (thank you, God, I had the presence of mind to grab a package of toiler paper before coming back downstairs), grabbed a bunch of tissue and smacked her, then ran screaming toward the bathroom with her crammed into the wad of tissue paper.

All Mom provided, besides mocking me for my inability to just step on the damn thing, was laughter as she reclined on the sofa. I don't know what it is about stepping on them (I have my thick-ass soled shoes on, too), but I can't do it. CAN'T. I think it goes back to the time I stepped on a cockroach in my Justin's (those're boots, by the way) and I felt every little crunch of it's exoskeleton. *shudder*

Happy place, must find happy place.

Anyway, I managed to stomp out all the babies with a half-drunk, more than a little buzzed, dance. Between that and the melted limeade, I have finally accepted that it is, in fact, impossible for me to keep that fucking kitchen floor clean for longer than 24 hours. IMPOSSIBLE.

ARGH.

And finally, as I sign off to stumble my way towards the shower, everyone should buy John Mayer's new CD Continuum. Even if you didn't like his previous stuff, this disc just blows all of that away. It's bluesy and compulsively listenable. (I know of what I speak, as I listened to it on repeat all day Sunday.) His lyrics, the music, his guitar work (his talent there has never been in question), everything seems to have matured beyond even what I expected following Heavier Things.

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