Always Anna

I’m home sick from work, watching Golden Girls. This show is one of the best of all time, and has some of the best lines ever. From the episode on right now:

Blanche: “There must be homosexuals who date women!”
Sophia: “Yeah, they’re called lesbians!”

You all know how much I used to love Britney Spears.  And with all the craziness that’s been going on in her life, I’ve had a few people ask me what I thought.  Well, as it happens, I completely and totally agree with everything that Dooce said yesterday.

I’ve never been depressed or addicted to anything.  I’ve certainly never been a mother, or so famous that photos of me running to the store in pajamas and no make-up makes the front page of some magazine.  So I can’t fully understand what Britney is going through.  But when somebody is so clearly troubled, I would just hope that they get the help they need.

Might I suggest Drew Barrymore’s shrink?  Whoever worked with Drew when she was younger and going through all of that sh*t clearly did a wonderful job of helping her figure out how to cope with her emotions and grow into a happy, bright, confident woman.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

I haven’t watched a single episode of the OC this season, but I’m still so sad about it being over.

Ali Loves Curtis says everything I’m thinking, but so much more coherently than I could.

Goodbye OC.  I’ll miss you, Summer & Seth.  And I can’t wait to rent this last season on DVD.

NOOOOO!!

Kayne, I will always LOVE you.  And your “Elvis” shirt!  And your glittery dresses! 

Now who the hell am I going to root for?  Michael?  Uli?  Laura?  Jeffrey? 

This is entirely too much pressure.

You know what you get when you add cheesy concerts and a house party? A weekend in which I partied high school style.

Last Thursday, I went with Nikki to see the Black-Eyed Peas at the Tweeter Center.  Now, I’m not a huge fan of BEP anymore (I fight “Monkey Business” just as much as I love “Elephunk”), but the Pussycat Dolls were supposed to open, and I figured that would be an entertaining show.  PLUS, I got my lawn ticket for $10 - not a bad price for Thursday night entertainment. 

Sadly, the lead Pussycat got sick… and since she’s the only one that sings, by dream of learning new dance moves from PCD was crushed.  Instead, I was to be treated to the sound of Danity Kane - apparently they won season 3 of Making the Band.  Sigh.

That said, I was pleasantly surprised by the concert.  Not by Danity Kane - they stunk - but by BEP.  They were… good.  And entertaining.  And energetic.  And Fergie didn’t piss herself once!  I did almost throw up when Fergie “treated us” to a live performance of “London Bridge” (gag), and almost died laughing when they sang “My Humps,” but overall… it was really fun. 

An alcohol-free pop concert?  Totally high school. 

I continued with the high school theme by heading to CT for the weekend for a house party.  Em’s parents were out of town for the weekend, so we filled her house with about 20 people, a ton of beer and a beer-pong/flip-cup table.  Drunkenness ensued, followed quickly by crazy dancing, wrestling, letterman-jacket wearing and chair-throwing.  And, of course, throwing up in the woods. 

Ah, those high school days.

Two things:

1. I finally bowed under the pressure and joined MySpace.  I’ve been on for two weeks now, and for the most part, I’m okay with it.  I hate the layout, and run into error messages all the time, but there are a TON of people on there that just aren’t on Friendster.  So that’s cool.  However, I have serious issues with the fact that complete strangers keep trying to be friends with me.  Are people really so desparate to increase their number of friends that they add people they don’t know?  Weird.  And what’s with all the fancy backgrounds that make it impossible to read the text?  And those lame images people put in the comments sections that have pictures of monkeys swinging around in trees and say things like “You’re BANANAS!”?  It’s so freakin’ bizarre.
2. In other entertainment news, the BF and I finally got cable.  Instead of 22 channels (8 of which were public access, and 3 of which were Spanish), we now have 74!  Including Comedy Central!  I’m watching a new episode of South Park RIGHT NOW!  AND I have TLC, so I can watch What Not To Wear!  AND I have MTV, so I can watch My Super Sweet 16!  WOOHOO!!!!

Between MySpace and Cable, my last two weeks have seen me sprawled on the couch, stalking people as I watch increasingly awful TV in my pajamas.  I’ve also started over-using capital letters and exclamation marks.  Sorry ’bout that, people.

I took a break from obsessing over boys that turn down sex to obsess over something much more real and dramatic… America’s Next Top Model.

This is the ONLY “reality” show that I deem to be worth my time, as the rest focus too much on women making @sses of themselves for men or money.  Women making @sses of themselves to be a model however… that’s entertainment! (Disclaimer: I don’t consider “Project Runway” to be “reality” TV, so I watch that show too.  But whatever… that’s a different topic for a different day.) 

At any rate - I’m SO PISSED OFF that they dumped Mollie Sue!  She was so fun and different and spunky!  AND JADE IS STILL HERE!  ARGH!  I HATE HER HATE HER HATE HER! 

Whew.  Got that out of my system.

Here’s the thing about Jade that ticks me off - she’s the girl on the show that constantly says ridiculously stupid, mean, condescending things… and really doesn’t seem to realize that she’s being a b*tch.  She says things like, “I’m not here to make friends.  I’m here to win!” (Because clearly, you can’t be nice AND win) and “When people first meet me they think I’m a b*tch.  But the people that KNOW me know that’s not true. I’m really grounded and real!” (Ummm, Jade, if the only people that “like” you are people that have known you for years, that doesn’t mean you aren’t a b*tch.  It just means they’ve gotten used to your horrifying personality.)

I’m appalled.  Now that Mollie Sue is gone, I lost one of my top four favorites in this cycle.  Danielle, Nenna, and Leslie… you’re all I’ve got left.

For fabulously fun reviews of ANTM, may I suggest fourfour?  Hilarious!  Sadly, yesterday’s recap isn’t up yet… but I eagerly await!

So, I’m now the official movie reviwer for The Better Drink. While I think this will be a lot of fun, I can’t help but be a little worried.

Why?

Because I’m the perfect audience for just about EVERY movie out there. For the most part, I see a preview and immediately want to see the movie. With very few exceptions, my worst insult to a movie is to say, “It was okay.” What can I say? I’m a Californian - we LOVE the movies.

But I’m trying to be objective people. So go read my review of The New World (which I wrote a while ago, but forgot to pimp out over here).

Okay, okay, I get it. The guy lied. He totally, completely, unapologetically lied to everyone. And after finally reading the book, I’ve formed an opinion.

For the most part, I don’t care. Blah blah blah honesty blah blah blah misleading readers blah blah blah pants are on fire. I just don’t care. Because, even knowing it was, at best, half-truth, I still found the book ridiculously entertaining. And disturbing. He made some really good points about addiction in general, and I loved the insight about AA being another form of addiction (although it clearly works for a lot of people, which I respect). I liked his writing style, and the way he organized his story. I liked the lack of punctuation and capitalization. And I liked the content of the story.

There was only one thing that bothered me.

Frey brought up, time and time again, how important the truth is. How truth is the only thing that matters. I noticed it for the first time on page 95 of the “memoir”; the importance of the truth is stressed again on pages 107 & 108, 178, 180, and 201. And I’m sure I missed some. The quote that struck me the most was on page 178, where Frey wrote, “That this man is standing in front of me and everyone else in theis room lying to us is heresy. The truth is all that matters. This is is f*cking heresy.” And that is Frey’s problem. The truth is no longer what he wanted it to be - he is no longer just an addict that overcame his vice and wrote a kick*ss book. Now the truth is that he stretched the truth to tell a better story, all the while claiming that it was the truth. So, by his own logic, Frey’s entire book is heresy. We shouldn’t stand for it, right?

And that just comes back to what’s important to the individual reader. To me, Frey is a hypocrite, nothing more, nothing less. For me, it doesn’t matter that he stretched the truth to tell a better story - I like the story as is. I don’t need to like an author to like their work - if that were true there would be no classics left for me to read. Yes, future printings should have author’s and publisher’s notes as disclaimers. Maybe it shouldn’t be sold as a memoir. But the book is still really good. I’m not sorry I read it, and I’d recommend it to others.

So, I’m not a huge Chuck Klosterman fan. Sure, he can be funny and insightful. But he can also be pompous and self-righteous. Whatever - to each his own, right? And sometimes he does make me laugh. Like on the Superbowl blog he’s keeping at ESPN.com - it’s hilarious. Even if you don’t like football.

In other news, I just saw my first episode of Lost. I have no idea what’s going on, but it’s totally addictive. I’ll have to make plans for next Wednesday if I want to keep myself from getting sucked in.

Okay, I have to go figure out how on earth I can make time to see all the Oscar nominated films/actors/directors before March 5. Is that the actual day of the awards? I’m too lazy to check….