Fashionistas you have arrived 3-25-03 - 10-3-03

[notcasesensitive]

I caught For Love or Money on Tivo last night. The guy was pretty monotone and my most repeated thought was "doofus". Looks like he'll be making an ass of himself at some point so that is funny. I like Melanie from Irving, although the most interesting woman to watch will obviously be Kelly (the Gucci-loving bitch). I am working through the Dallas conections to see if I can come up with any good scoop on this guy...

here's an update on The Family for those who were watching it -- After pulling it from the air in March because of low ratings (it was replaced by ratings-grabbing war coverage), ABC's The Family will return in late July. On July 30, the network will recap the first three episodes in a two-hour special; the following week, on August 6, the show's remianing six episodes will begin airing at 10 p.m. ET.

n(A million dollars is NOTHING, most of the people that I hang around with make over a million dollars a year.)cs

[ABBAKiss]

Originally posted by leagleaze
And I left a note! It said "Please do not park your car in my space. Thanks."

To make it even worse, I bet you used a post-it. Bad girl.

[leagleaze]

Originally posted by ABBAKiss
To make it even worse, I bet you used a post-it. Bad girl.

Now that would have been an idea. But no, I was financially and environmentally sound, and used the back of an envelope.

But I will concede to being a bad girl...so...wanna punish me you vixen you?

You know you do

[purse junkie]

Originally posted by notcasesensitive
here's an update on The Family for those who were watching it -- After pulling it from the air in March because of low ratings (it was replaced by ratings-grabbing war coverage), ABC's The Family will return in late July. On July 30, the network will recap the first three episodes in a two-hour special; the following week, on August 6, the show's remianing six episodes will begin airing at 10 p.m. ET.

n(A million dollars is NOTHING, most of the people that I hang around with make over a million dollars a year.)cs

I was rooting for the Staten Island housewife who said everyone in the family thought she was a moron, because she tried really hard at all the etiquette lessons with the social secretary and was the only one who wasn't a bitch to the staff.

As for the family having to play a match of donkey polo, it was demeaning, but I didn't pity most of those jerks, and again, the housewife kept falling off her donkey then gamely climbing right back on again.

And I'd soooo take the 'nothing' million bucks.

P(champion of the underdog)J

[Dualit]

Originally posted by leagleaze
Speaking of having sex, remember, if you are a guy and you have sex with an Asian cat, it is the last step down the road to being a gay man. Just remember that.

Well, I did have a Siamese/Himalayan mix, but it was male. What does that mean?

BTW, I *never* had sex with him. NTTAWWT, provided it is consentual.

[Not Bob]

I rented Spike Lee's "25th Hour" last night. What a beautiful movie. It's like Spike's love poem to New York. (Disclaimer -- I may have been predisposed to like this movie because I read and loved the book.)

And I mean beautiful -- the lingering shots of the skyline, lit up at night like a twinkling diamond, and the twin beams of light shooting up from the WTC site. The music, which seems extremely well-fitted with the shifting emotions of the story. Rosario Dawson looking luminous.

Ed Norton did a fantastic job as the protagonist Brooklyn born Irish Catholic drug dealer getting in one last day in Gotham before reporting to prison to serve seven years. (one minor quibble -- Ed's character is supposed to be "pretty" which is why an otherwise tough guy is facing prison with such dread and terror. Ed does a great job, really, but Ed Burns --- I know, I know -- would have been a better casting choice.)

One of my favorite scenes in the movie is when Ed's character is in the bathroom at his father's bar, and sees "fuck you" written on the mirror. That leads to a rant by the Ed from the mirror which demonstrates his love for the city and his despair. Since this is Not Findlaw, here it is in full (Lee shows the scenes described -- it really works):

Fuck You?

Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, grinning behind my back. These squeegee men dirtying up my clean windshield. Get a fucking job!

Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!

Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.

Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?

Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!

Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!

Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Inclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!

Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.

Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their dainty, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.

Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Armani scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!

Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!

Fuck the corrupt cops with their penis violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!

Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!

Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!

No, fuck you Monty Brogan. You blew it.

[Gattigap]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
The biggest shock I can cause is telling people I'm a transactional attorney. People are shocked or flat-out don't believe me. This applies to everyone. Rich, poor, black, white, young, old. Although, based on experience, I can spot a Biglaw lawyer from 50 feet (and can identify one from earshot as easy as pie), I fail to understand what it is about lawyers that make regular people think they all look the same. Hell, there are more lawyers, than rats (may be hard to tell the two apart, but I digress), why wouldn't people think we come in all shapes, colors, sizes and personality types?

TM

This surprises me too, but not for the reason you might think. You and I have never met, but I'd have bet dollars to donuts that you were a litigator.

Gattigap

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by purse junkie
I was rooting for the Staten Island housewife who said everyone in the family thought she was a moron, because she tried really hard at all the etiquette lessons with the social secretary and was the only one who wasn't a bitch to the staff.

As for the family having to play a match of donkey polo, it was demeaning, but I didn't pity most of those jerks, and again, the housewife kept falling off her donkey then gamely climbing right back on again.

And I'd soooo take the 'nothing' million bucks.

P(champion of the underdog)J

I didn't see any episodes of The Family the first time through, so hopefully I'll get to see the recap show...

The million dollars quote is from bitchy Kelly on For Love or Money... [it was just paraphrasing, but you get the gist]

[Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)]

Originally posted by Not Bob
I rented Spike Lee's "25th Hour" last night. What a beautiful movie. It's like Spike's love poem to New York. (Disclaimer -- I may have been predisposed to like this movie because I read and loved the book.)

And, apparently, his brilliance gives him a trademark over all uses of the word Spike:

Spike Lee sues to halt Spike TV

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by Dualit
Well, I did have a Siamese/Himalayan mix, but it was male. What does that mean?

BTW, I *never* had sex with him. NTTAWWT, provided it is consentual.

Don't male cats have spikes on their penises or something? Maybe it's just that you aren't into S&M.

I looked at the cat pictures and thought at first that the cats had their ears flat (angry cat look) but now I think that all but one cat are those flop-eared cats. Maybe they are bred for freakish levels of docility.

I think I could get the hats on, but they wouldn't stay on. The cat would rip it off.

[Aloha Mr. Learned Hand]

Originally posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)
And, apparently, his brilliance gives him a trademark over all uses of the word Spike:

Spike Lee sues to halt Spike TV

Don't think he has much of a case, considering he hasn't previously opposed the use of "Spike" by Spike Jonze (as a Movie Director, I might add), Elvis Costello (album title), Joan Rivers' little yippy annoying dog or with the aforementioned cat penises (or is it peni?)...

[Penske_Account]

Originally posted by Tyrone_Slothrop
it's been a long time since Penske's been around, eh?

I think I have lost my sock mojo. It may well be the end of an era. Even more tragic is that there really does not appear to be anyone with the sockabilities to pick up the torch.

Oh the humanity!

Apropos of all of that, in nod to my the esteemed Count d'Money, my POLL FOR THE DAY is:

What was your all-tyme favorite Penske Sock? (bonus points will be awarded for choosing socks that were actually mine).

The most creative response will be awarded one of my old Infirm sock log-ins and the TM registration related to the same.

Penske (sock-free) Account

[Replaced_Texan]

Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
I found the place where PLF's avatar will go to die.

"We want you to enjoy the clothes of the cat of CAT PRIN as follows by the reason for calling it ... " I speak for us all when I say, WTF?

I clicked the link and I found the Stepford Cats. These felines look about as dazed as those child models from last week. It's disturbing.

[dtb]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
It aint about blue collardom. Its just that Woostah is the mother of all Massholes, a very unique breed of americana.

I think also that the name lends itself nicely to the encapsulation of a certain "type" (satirized on SNL -- see below) with that [to my ears, anyway, unbelievably grating] townie accent.

Two other amusing illustrations:

1. Overheard at college bar: "Oh?! Ya go ta Hahvad? Ya must be wicked smaaaat."

2. On SNL, the Jimmy Fallon/[Rachel?] Dratch characters who play Boston townies. They're on a trip to some colonial town where they have "actors" depicting life in the 18th century (you know, like Williamsburg). One of these "actors" in colonial Plymouth (or wherever) is Britney Spears -- with a heavy southern accent. The Rachel Dratch character says to her, ''What's up with that accent? Ya sound retaaaaded!"

But see, each of these stories takes too long to tell -- it is all quickly encapsulated with the trope (please, no one correct what is likely my misuse of that word) "Wooostah" (or for those of you who went to college in Boston or its environs -- "left on Spitbrook, right on Daniel Webstah" is another.)

[Seven of Nine]

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
I clicked the link and I found the Stepford Cats. These felines look about as dazed as those child models from last week. It's disturbing.

Nevertheless, the site was full of good advice for all you guys looking for ways to fool women into believeing you are half as sensitive as you claim to be:

1. Dress her up. Cheer or yell, do whatever you like to enjoy the moment with your family.

2. After you are enough with your joy, take a photo! Take some poses and leave her some cute photos!

3. Remove her clothes and give her a hub, say "Thank you!"


Seven (no hubs, please) of Nine