Happy Friday Y'all!

I have the day off due to a city wide holiday which I definitely needed. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with all my free time this weekend, but kicking back and watching a few good movies will take place at some point. 


Speaking of good movies, I saw a delightful film called Outside Providence about a month ago. The movie is based on a book by Peter Farrelly (of the Farrelly brothers) which chronicled his experiences at Kent High School. 


The reason my husband and I rented this movie is because we are huge Alec Baldwin fans. Baldwin plays the main character's father and he is hilarious as a gruff, blue-collar, single dad trying to "raise his boy right."  I couldn't find a trailer, but trust me this movie is funny, and Alec Baldwin is pitch perfect as always. 


And if you're in the mood for more Baldwin, and you've never seen the movie Malice, rent that too! Mr. Baldwin's amazing performance as a narcissistic doctor with "a God complex" is so sharp it's almost funny. I love this speech- check it out!

Embody

For the past few days I have started off my mornings by drinking coffee and watching this video. It puts me in the best mood! 

I love the way that kid dances! Thanks for sending this my way Kellie.

You Fix The Budget!

This is cool!  It's also not that hard to figure out what should go . . .

Thank You For Being A Friend

It's been a tough week for me. I got some news that wasn't altogether tragic, but definitely unexpected and therefore emotionally draining. I don't mean to be cryptic, but it involves my job, which we all know I don't talk about here. 

Thanks to all of you who listened to me vent, helped me find the bright side, and most importantly, sent me videos of Julian Assange dancing. 

Friends With No Strings Attached

Picture this: ballet practice for Black Swan. Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis stretching . . . 

Natalie: What's up Mila?

Mila: Not a whole lot. I just signed on to do this ridiculous romantic comedy about whether or not two people can have sex without getting attached to one another.

Natalie: Interesting . . .

Mila: Yeah, they're looking for a hot goof-ball type to play the lead male role.

Natalie: Really?

Mila: Yeah, my agent says I need to do something light and fluffy after this crazy intensity fest. Plus, I need a lead in something mainstream to step out of your shadow a bit. No offense.

Natalie: None taken. When does your movie come out?

Mila: July 2011.

Natalie: Oh! Good! 

Mila: Why is that good?

Natalie: I don't know . . .

Julian Assange: Houseguest

This is hilarious.  

Odd Dancer

Last week I went to Austin for SXSW to soak up as much free entertainment as possible. I could give you an overall description of what SXSW 2011 felt like, but this  Ann Powers person did a good job of summing it up. If you're looking for generalizations start there, because I'm about to get into some minutia. 

I saw some fairly outrageous acts, but nothing could have prepared me for the sideshow that I alone paid attention to in a sea of sweaty, drunk people during Odd Future's set at the Fader Fort. 

This performance that I am referring to was made possible by a dorky white dude in his early twenties and an attractive young lady around the same age. It was apparent that they were dating, but judging from their rapport and body language I'm fairly certain is was a new thing- three to four weeks tops. I could tell from the look of absolute horror that spread across her face about two songs into Odd Future's set that she had never attended a hip hop concert with her new beau, and was taking in his awkward, yet very aggressive freak-nasty dance moves for the very first time. I could not take my eyes off of them.

At first she pretended like he was kidding and playfully pushed him away, but when he began ferociously grinding the side of her leg, she could no longer deny that he was serious. So she scooted over a bit and tried to do her own thing which only seemed to entice him. By the end she was squirming in his arms while he desperately tried to channel [insert culturally relevant hip hop artist of your choice here] and keep the beat. This involved a lot of what's-up-head-nods to imaginary friends and the occasional licking of his lips while attempting to stare into the eyes of his 'boo' as she scanned the audience, probably praying to God that she wouldn't see anyone she knew. 

I'm thinking this duo broke up immediately after exiting the Fader Fort, but I will be forever grateful for the spectacular entertainment they provided me while Tyler the Creator rapped about . . . well, who knows.