Some of you may not know this about me, but I am a huge Star Wars nerd. I mean, I’m not a super geek or anything, but I grew up watching Stars Wars (likely where my initial love for Harrison Ford began, followed, of course, by Indiana Jones), I played Star Wars with my brother and cousins, I even have a crazy Chewbacca doll from when a Christmas when I was very little ….this one, actually:
And a few weeks ago, while in Florida, I got to meet Chewy himself. It was an incredible moment for us both. 😉
So, for the past couple of years I have been wanting, desperately, a Han Solo cell phone case. I mean, this is pretty much the coolest thing ever created.
I keep going to order one, but never do. I have also been wanting, yet, it remains in my unshipped cart, a Daryl Dixon phone case. Just because it looks super rad (and, of course, because it’s Daryl Dixon):
In the meantime, while I wait patiently for Santa to find me, if you see this guy around, will you send him my way? PLEASE:
I have been away from the blogosphere the last few weeks mostly due to a back injury and not wanting to be sitting (in front of a computer) for any longer than I have to, and partly because my brain feels lazy and I haven’t had any brilliant topics to blog about (although they’re on their way – SOON!). But I stumbled across this this morning and had to post it because it’s awesome.
My new fridge!
Isn’t that rad?
When I was really little, like, before school age, I would sometimes crawl into bed with my mom after my dad went to work in the early mornings. My parents’ room was at the end of the hall….down the hall was my room and then the hall opened into the living room and off to the kitchen. So, from my parents’ bed, I could look down straight down the hall and into the living room.
One morning I crawled in next to my mom and just before drifting back to sleepyland (as opposed to SandyLand) I was staring down the hall and I SWEAR that there was a monster coming down toward the bedroom. This thing was tall and covered in hair – it looked like a cross between Big Foot and a Wookie.
I remember watching it and as it made the corner in front of the bedroom (turning toward my brother’s room and the bathroom) it turned its head and looked at me.
You may think I am cray-cray but I swear on my life that I saw that thing. To this day I remember everything about those few moments. We moved out of that house when I was 12 (and I doubt it was haunted as it was a new house when my parents moved in) but I remember the exact set up and seeing that damn thing coming down the hallway. I don’t think I ever told my mother – or anyone else for that matter – but I verily believe that there was some weird Wookie in my house.
If I could rock one Superpower it would totally be The Force.
– Mind Control – Do I even have to elaborate on why this would be a wicked superpower? I mean, really?
– Enhance natural, physical and mental abilities.
– Telekinesis (which means I can go all crazy “Carrie” on your ass), telepathy (I could have really great conversations with other people without saying a word – finally giving reason for the voices in my head), levitation (Stuck in traffic? The force would lift those other cars and toss them aside – or at least allow me to drive under).
– Get to carry a really cool light saber – which is really awesome way to pack heat.
– Having The Force allows you to hang out with really cool peeps: Yoda, my other boyfriend, Harrison Ford, A WOOKIE!! (Because every good life should contain a wookie.)
Sunday night I did something I don’t normally do: I saw a horror movie.
I hate horror movies. I used to
really like tolerate them but one day I had an epiphany and changed my mind. Now I hate them. Last October I wrote about the horror movies that scarred me for life. Those are films I will never see again.
The other night was different tho….it was a sneak attack. Blair and I were on our way late Sunday afternoon to visit Emma and he didn’t mention to me until we were in the City that we were likely going to see Insidious Chapter 2. WTF??? I asked him why he didn’t tell me. He said he knew I wouldn’t go if he’d told me. Uh, yer darn right I wouldn’t go. Uggggghh!
And, it being a Sunday evening there was nothing open and no other options for me so I saw that stupid movie under duress. I had my eyes covered and ears plugged for a lot of the movie but the damage has been done. Sunday night I slept with the bathroom light on. Monday night I slept with the bathroom light on. Last night I slept with the bathroom light on. I will probably be sleeping with the damn bathroom light on for the month.
Now, all that being said, I do quite enjoy a scary movie – like Scream and anything else by Kevin Williamson, What Lies Beneath and the sort. So, this October I decided I would prepare for Halloween by watching some semi-scary movies. I’ve got a few on my list:
Wait Until Dark
Trick or Treat
The Wicker Man (original, not Nicholas Cage reboot because he’s a dult and a really.bad.actor.)
Most of the movies I have never seen and there are others on my list that are more light – like Hocus Pocus, which is awesome, and Teen Witch. Because, you know, I’m a huge pussy and I need to be able to sleep with the lights off like a grown up.
I’m hoping to sucker a few people into watching some of these with me. Angie Whoreface will be joining me for the first viewing. I’m sure Blair will help me out a bit but he doesn’t like horror movies much either. Who else is in? Mike H./Chefman – can you make the trip to Canada to do a scary movie with me? Thoughtsy – we can watch Monster Squad together? Andy – you can bring the girlies and we’ll watch Halloween cartoons? Anic & Vanessa – I’d be happy with a visit from ON from either/both of you. (Annie-Lou – that goes for you too….we don’t have to watch scary movies…we can just make up song verses and see how much family trouble we can get into.)
And just in case you’re wondering, I DO have rules for watching scary movies. 1) I don’t watch movies about children. I hate horror movies with kids. I think it’s unnecessary and traumatic and just plain yuck. 2) I don’t like ghost stories. I love What Lies Beneath but it freaks me the hell out. I swear if Harrison Ford wasn’t in it I probably wouldn’t watch it. I don’t like giving ghosts the upper hand. 3) If it’s stupid and cheesy I will talk thru the whole thing and complain how stupid and cheesy it is. 4) If it’s really effin’ scary I will cry. 5) I don’t like movies (horror or not!!) were there’s sexual violence against women. Gross. Disturbing. Annoying. Vomit-inducing. 5) I may make you stay longer than you bargained for. Be prepared to play a game of cards or watch YouTube videos about cute puppies or talk about high school. Because I will need to forget what I just watched. Unless it’s #3 in which I’ll just be angry about how stupid and cheesy the movie was and you might just wanna slip out the door as fast as you can.
Hopefully I can find the movies on the complete list. I don’t get a lot of free time these days – one day a week is usually it – so the plan is to scratch one movie off my Horror Movie Bucket List by the end of this weekend. However, it’s Birthday Week (tomorrow’s the big day – feel free to send presents…or cash…or chocolate) and the weekend is full of shenanigans so I’m not sure if it’s plausible to accomplish. Fingers are crossed.
Stay tuned for more Halloween shenanigans throughout the month.
Remember Picket Fences? That quirky melodrama from the 90’s that launched the career of Holly Marie Combs? Well, I loved it. So, a few weeks ago I decided to re-watch the entire series. And although I’ve just scraped the surface of Season 3 (there were 4 seasons), I’ve fallen in love all over again.
David E. Kelley is brilliant. The writing is excellent: the show serves as a PSA for almost every topic under the sun (including medicine/science, religion(s), law, race, sex) while touching on the relationships of family, friends, coworkers and community. And the casting is superb. Fyvush Finkel will make you laugh as well as break your heart, Zelda Rubenstein is sweet and tough and funny, Kathy Baker, HMC, Lauren Holly, Don Cheadle, Costos Mandylor (who could have used a few more acting lessons whilst filming this show), Kelly Connell, and My Favorite Martian‘s Ray Walston. But, the apple of my eye in this show is, was and always has been Sherriff Jimmy Brock aka Tom Skerritt. The man is fine.
Blair and I had a chat about this last night when I mentioned that my other future-husband, Harrison Ford, celebrated his 71st birthday last week. I stated that next month Tom Skerritt will be 80. EIGHTY!!! And the dude is still hot. Blair told me I was gross. Whatevs. Tom Skerritt is hot.
So yeah, back in the Picket Fences day I had a huge day-dreamy crush on Mr. Skerritt (although I think we should be friends, in this case I actually am not comfortable yet addressing him by his first name – unlike my other future friends: Drew, Harrison, Norman, Cole). I found him bright and sexy. I could understand why Drew wanted to seduce him in Poison Ivy – although that movie scarred my 15 year old self – hello, Hot Dad!!
The man was voted one of People’s Most Beautiful:
AND he got his own Guess? ad, which we know, back in the 90’s, was a humdinger of a thing. Guess? ads put people on the map!
(**Note: I had both of these plastered on my wall back then…)
He is like a fine wine and has only gotten better with age (no seriously, check him out as a younger version of himself – potential dorkiness):
And can embrace a Movember mustache every day of the year.
And Mr. Skerritt is still working. He’s had two releases in 2013 and is currently filming. You can check out his IMDB bio HERE. In the meantime I’m going to sit at my desk and reminisce about my youth, Picket Fences and my future friendship with Mr. Tom Skerritt.
So, now that I’ve given in to Blair and Jesse suggesting I watch The Walking Dead, I’ve gotten over my fear of the Zombie Apocalypse taking over my home and I’m completely
obsessed with addicted to obsessed with the show and am doing my best to play catch up with the episodes.
And can I just say that I’ve totally jumped on the Daryl Dixon bandwagon.
The dude is completely badass and, the same way I feel that Drew Barrymore and I should be friends, I fully believe that Norman Reedus and I should be buddies (I loved him in Gossip). Here are just a few reasons why:
1) Norman likes to wear a fedora
I like to wear a fedora
2) Norman has a titanium eye-socket (a result from a car accident in 2005)
I just had eye surgery
3) Norman likes to flip off the camera
I like to flip off the camera (this is usually following a
bottle glass or two of wine
4) Norman takes great group shots with his friends
I love taking group shots with my friends
5) Norman can rock a tiara
I can rock a tiara AND I’m already kind of a princess
6) Norman makes this face
Bitch please, I’m always making this face
7) Norman takes pictures of his cat
I’m eventually gonna end up the crazy cat lady
8) Norman wears cool concert Tees
Jim Cuddy totally signed my concert shirt
9) Norman likes to stick out his tongue
I find absolutely nothing wrong with it
10) Norman likes to give rabbit ears
Amy yelled at me after this photo was taken
11) Norman likes to wear sunglass…a lot
I never leave home without them
12) Norman and his friends know how to take a good pic
I like to train my peeps
13) Norman rides a motorcycle
I had a dirt bike growing up (which I drove into a guardrail, tore my kneecap half off and was soon fitted for my plastic bubble)
14) Norman parties with Chewbacca
I grew up on Star Wars, plan on naming my first born after his father, HARRISON FORD (Hahaha) and verily believe that the only pet better than my 20 lb cat is a Wookie!
15) THIS PICTURE:
I bought this shirt: https://welcometosandyland.wordpress.com/2013/01/28/here-kitty-kitty/
Well, there you have it….just a few reasons why Norman Reedus and I should definitely be friends. The only reason I won’t be friends with him – this video:
He says “amazing” way too many times and y’all know how I feel about that: https://welcometosandyland.wordpress.com/2013/02/27/1875/ Tsk Tsk.
But Norman is still cool.
In honor of this day of love and romance and all the garbage that goes with it I thought I would adorn you with my list of “Worst Romance Movies”.
1) The Object of My Affection
Jennifer Aniston and Paul Rudd….what could go wrong? Um, she’s knocked up and he’s her gay best friend whom she’s falling for. I just really wanted these two crazy kids to make it work.
2) Random Hearts
I love me some Harrison Ford (LOVE HIM!). He is always awesome but this movie sucked. Harrison and Kristin Scott Thomas had zero chemistry. Boring.
3) She’s All That
Because Freddie Prince, Jr. didn’t like Rachel Leigh Cook until she got a makeover and deemed “cool enough” to hang with. Lame.
4) Pretty Woman
Because Julia Roberts played a hooker, y’all. A hooker. That’s not very romantic.
5) Untamed Heart
I loved Christian Slater (I still love you, Christian) when I was growing up. And I was so excited to see this movie. But then Christian Slater dies and it ruined my
life night. I cried all the way home from the theater. It was traumatizing. No movie is good if Christian Slater dies!
6) Mr. Wrong
Seriously??? Any guy you put in this movie with Ellen would have been “Mr. Wrong.” Big Duh!!
7) Remember Me
Okay, I loved this movie. But the crazy-ass M. Night Shymalan twist at the end will leave you stunned and uncontrollably sobbing and in awe and feeling like you just got punched in the stomach and really remembering.
Again, I love this movie. It’s a classic and it was brilliant. But I hate it too because Jack and Rose are so wonderful together and you’re really pulling for those two kids and then that damn boat sinks and all those people die and Rose loses Jack but then she starts a new life and then that heartbreaking song is playing and the whole time you’re weeping……it’s so stressful. No movie should leave you feeling like you’re broken. I cried for days.
Well there you have it! My list of dreadful “romance” movies. Fortunately, The Man is working this evening and I have a 3 hour date with the gym.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
#23 – My Celebrity Crush:
Ahhh….celebrity crushes. We all have them. They’re wonderful little slips on reality and let us drift off to the land of glamour.
I have had a massive celebrity crush on Cole Hauser since I was 15 when I saw him in School Ties. He’s one of those actors who doesn’t get nearly enough recognition or appreciation. He’s so good in everything he does. And he is the reason I originally boycotted Friends back in the day (his show High Incident was on opposite of Friends and couldn’t compete with the ratings of Must See TV and after two superb seasons it was cancelled). He’s been in tons of movies and several tv shows, yet, not nearly enough people know who he is. So I’m telling you: COLE HAUSER IS THE SHIT!!!!
Scott Caan – I’ve already talked about his Bromance on Hawaii Five-0 and his Golden Globe nomination. He’s so adorable. I enjoy Monday nights with him.
Harrison Ford – Hello!! He is THE MAN. I grew up watching everything Harrison Ford – from Star Wars to Indiana Jones to Hollywood Homicide (*yawn*). He is the King of Hollywood. I love him. He will forever be referred to as “my future husband” (as is how I referred to him in high school and beyond).
Jim Cuddy – The man with the rich voice. I can remember, vividly, the first time I heard Blue Rodeo’s Try. I was 11. It was a song that stopped me in my tracks. I had no idea people could sing like that. And Pull Me Through reignited that flame. I was lucky enough to meet him a few years ago and he was so funny and gracious. I even bought the man a glass of wine. Definitely a highlight of my pathetic little life. 🙂