You all know I don’t like writing about social or political issues on this site. Mostly because there are only about three of you reading regularly, and at least one is on the exact opposite of the spectrum from myself, and when I hear this person talking about a certain news channel named after a sneaky, dog-like animal similar to Swiper on Dora the Explorer (God, I’m talking politics and Dora, kill me now) I usually want to shove pencils in my eyes. So I usually stay away from all of that hoopla. Because I like my friends. And my readers.
Hi, readers!
But sometimes while watching the news, I’m very saddened by what I see. And I won’t go into hot topics like the war or the state of the country or our healthcare system or poverty or all of the things that actually mean something. Instead, lets talk about the really important stuff.
Hollywood.
Why are all of my childhood crushes dying of drug overdoses? First, Brad Renfro, who I adored in Tom & Huck. I think I plain wore that video out as a kid (there’s no accounting for taste, and besides, I was 9). To watch someone who was my age be so successful and then just crash so hard…it’s extremely sad to me. The same with Heath Ledger, with whom my crush developed when I was a teenager. And he, unlike Renfro, seemed to have an OK life. A balance. He didn’t seem to caught up in all of the craziness. He made movies that changed how I thought about the world. Films that made me cry and laugh and think. I mean, really, really think. You expect the news that someone like Britney Spears, who’s problems have been splashed all over the media, has died, but not someone like Heath Ledger.
It all makes me sad, but also shows me that everyone is human. Even when they have all the money and success in the world, even when they are fathers or mothers or sisters or brothers or friends. They can still lose sight of all of that, either through sickness or sadness or whatever else is poisoning their brains. It makes me feel both proud and lucky that I’ve been able to wipe the fog off of my glasses and view my life in the beauty and glory that it really is.
This is one of my favorite tributes to Heath Ledger. I think it’s best to remember people in their finest moments, instead of a barrage of photos over some sad music. Hopefully someday, when she’s much older, his poor daughter can watch this and see her dad as he was, instead of how the media saw him.
(Click on screen below to watch video)
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A few years ago, back when I was pregnant and working at a very scary job at a PR firm with a redheaded boss who yelled a lot, Trent and I decided to get a Netflix membership. There were a few reasons for this, mostly because we were too cheap (read: poor, unwed, pregnant) to get cable and both of us worked all the damn time, so it was easier to have movies come to us then try to schedule ourselves around when things would be on TV. We kept our membership for about a year, and I used to get so excited when I’d see that red envelope sticking out of my mailbox. After a while, though, the film industry seemed to go into a slump and we ended up renting more TV show seasons than anything else. Someday I’m going to have to figure out how to explain to Lucy that her birth story includes myself being interrupted during a very emotional episode of One Tree Hill, and that will be a sad day, indeed.
After Lucy was born and I decided to stay home and do freelance work for a few months to get away from the scary redheaded woman, we ended up finally cancelling Netflix and getting cable. I was home all day and was so bored and sleep deprived, and damnit! I needed my VH1 fix! When I went back to work full time, we cancelled the cable again, as once more we had no time for it, so what was the point?
This Christmas, after looking at our last 2 months of Blockbuster bills, we decided to give ourselves the gift of Netflix. And already, after less than a month, we’ve gone through almost all the movies in our que and are back to TV shows. Have you ever seen Dexter? Holy crap, get Showtime or rent it, please! Because that show is incredible. And it actually did the impossible. After watching 3, 1-hour episodes last week in one sitting, Trent looked at me and said, “Just so you know, this constitutes hanging out. With me. For 3 hours. Watching TV. And actually enjoying it.”
Who knew? All we needed was a clever little show about a serial killer that works as a blood spatter expert for the Miami Police Department to bring us together.
Netflix, bringing couples back to couch since 2000.
Alternative tagline: Bringing ‘effing anime back in to my life and making me want to jump out a ten-story window.
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In this weird Internet world, sometimes you find people that seem so much like you, it’s insane. People who remind you of yourself. People who piss you off. People who inspire you. And many times you forget they are real people, with lives and problems and joys just like you.
Today, one of those amazing Internet people is having a life-saving surgery. No, I don’t know her personally, but she still needs my prayers. For her kids, for her husband, for everyone in her life. Sending good vibes…
All that glitters
/2 Comments/in World /by MeganYou all know I don’t like writing about social or political issues on this site. Mostly because there are only about three of you reading regularly, and at least one is on the exact opposite of the spectrum from myself, and when I hear this person talking about a certain news channel named after a sneaky, dog-like animal similar to Swiper on Dora the Explorer (God, I’m talking politics and Dora, kill me now) I usually want to shove pencils in my eyes. So I usually stay away from all of that hoopla. Because I like my friends. And my readers.
Hi, readers!
But sometimes while watching the news, I’m very saddened by what I see. And I won’t go into hot topics like the war or the state of the country or our healthcare system or poverty or all of the things that actually mean something. Instead, lets talk about the really important stuff.
Hollywood.
Why are all of my childhood crushes dying of drug overdoses? First, Brad Renfro, who I adored in Tom & Huck. I think I plain wore that video out as a kid (there’s no accounting for taste, and besides, I was 9). To watch someone who was my age be so successful and then just crash so hard…it’s extremely sad to me. The same with Heath Ledger, with whom my crush developed when I was a teenager. And he, unlike Renfro, seemed to have an OK life. A balance. He didn’t seem to caught up in all of the craziness. He made movies that changed how I thought about the world. Films that made me cry and laugh and think. I mean, really, really think. You expect the news that someone like Britney Spears, who’s problems have been splashed all over the media, has died, but not someone like Heath Ledger.
It all makes me sad, but also shows me that everyone is human. Even when they have all the money and success in the world, even when they are fathers or mothers or sisters or brothers or friends. They can still lose sight of all of that, either through sickness or sadness or whatever else is poisoning their brains. It makes me feel both proud and lucky that I’ve been able to wipe the fog off of my glasses and view my life in the beauty and glory that it really is.
This is one of my favorite tributes to Heath Ledger. I think it’s best to remember people in their finest moments, instead of a barrage of photos over some sad music. Hopefully someday, when she’s much older, his poor daughter can watch this and see her dad as he was, instead of how the media saw him.
Date Night
/2 Comments/in Fun, Gimme, Trent, Work /by MeganA few years ago, back when I was pregnant and working at a very scary job at a PR firm with a redheaded boss who yelled a lot, Trent and I decided to get a Netflix membership. There were a few reasons for this, mostly because we were too cheap (read: poor, unwed, pregnant) to get cable and both of us worked all the damn time, so it was easier to have movies come to us then try to schedule ourselves around when things would be on TV. We kept our membership for about a year, and I used to get so excited when I’d see that red envelope sticking out of my mailbox. After a while, though, the film industry seemed to go into a slump and we ended up renting more TV show seasons than anything else. Someday I’m going to have to figure out how to explain to Lucy that her birth story includes myself being interrupted during a very emotional episode of One Tree Hill, and that will be a sad day, indeed.
After Lucy was born and I decided to stay home and do freelance work for a few months to get away from the scary redheaded woman, we ended up finally cancelling Netflix and getting cable. I was home all day and was so bored and sleep deprived, and damnit! I needed my VH1 fix! When I went back to work full time, we cancelled the cable again, as once more we had no time for it, so what was the point?
This Christmas, after looking at our last 2 months of Blockbuster bills, we decided to give ourselves the gift of Netflix. And already, after less than a month, we’ve gone through almost all the movies in our que and are back to TV shows. Have you ever seen Dexter? Holy crap, get Showtime or rent it, please! Because that show is incredible. And it actually did the impossible. After watching 3, 1-hour episodes last week in one sitting, Trent looked at me and said, “Just so you know, this constitutes hanging out. With me. For 3 hours. Watching TV. And actually enjoying it.”
Who knew? All we needed was a clever little show about a serial killer that works as a blood spatter expert for the Miami Police Department to bring us together.
Netflix, bringing couples back to couch since 2000.
Alternative tagline: Bringing ‘effing anime back in to my life and making me want to jump out a ten-story window.
Prayers Please
/1 Comment/in World /by MeganIn this weird Internet world, sometimes you find people that seem so much like you, it’s insane. People who remind you of yourself. People who piss you off. People who inspire you. And many times you forget they are real people, with lives and problems and joys just like you.
Today, one of those amazing Internet people is having a life-saving surgery. No, I don’t know her personally, but she still needs my prayers. For her kids, for her husband, for everyone in her life. Sending good vibes…
Good luck, WhyMommy!