Oh, Kathy

At the start of the new year, I had big resolution plans. Say farewell to those silly year-long resolutions, this girl was picking smaller, more manageable, monthly goals.

January welcome a (painful) referendum on clothing purchases.

For February I was commiting to doing the PT exercises I'm pretty good at avoiding.

March was...hmmm...I can't remember.

And then April, May, June, July, and now almost August, went the way of March. But I'm really going for it come fall. Yeah, you heard it here. In September, I'm going to read a book each week and to prove it to you, I'm even going to write about them on here. This is the plan, but I should confess that I'm only naming three for now:

1. Official Book Club Selection by Kathy Griffin.
2. Getting the Pretty Back by Molly Ringwald.
3. Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris, and to feel smart.

I can already feel myself getting more wordly for all this literacy.

Dance movies are underappreciated

...I know that, if you hate them, you're probably going to stop reading after the title. But I beg you to keep going.

Dance movies offer the opportunity to escape in a mindless way that their more intellegent counterparts--which tend to be casted with actual actors--don't. There's an easy escape in the movement and joy of it all

I think that it's really easy to love a dance movie, but you've got to go into it appropriately prepared. For what, you ask? Here's a list
1) To not be impressed with the acting
2) To lose yourself in the sweet dance moves
3) To expect no acting ability at all of the dancers
4) To root for the underdog.

That's about it. Oh, and,

5) Low expectations of the acting.

I'm serious, guys, it's always bad. But if you appreciate a story, shared with you through a combo of dance and poorly delivered dialogue, then you can't beat a dance movie. Half the joy is in the terrible delivery.

For examples, please turn your attention to LXD a web-based series from the creator of the Step Up trilogy.

Sometimes life is hard

...and often, it's hard in ways that are unexpected. Like today, I simply couldn't figure out what the hell to eat for lunch. Like for the life of me. Eventually, I went with a Fruit Roll-Up, a bag of Cheetos, and an apple.

I just saw the clip below from Chelsea Lately, which features another (apparently) shockingly difficult task: diving. Enjoy.