Thursday, April 29, 2010
The One Where We're Mobile...With Jazz Hands and other stuff.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
The One Where We Say It. Out Loud.
Since I have become more involved with this fandom (and all of its awesomeness), I have noticed a shitton of drama woven around and throughout us all. And I wonder why we do this to each other. Aren't we all just. fucking. tired. from our daily routines, kids, jobs, houses, yards, etc? Do we need to add to our own exhaustion and annoyances by creating drama? I have been naive enough to believe that the drama would thin out as we become older and wiser. Pish. Could I be more wrong?
This fandom is filled with genuine, bright, and giving women. Think about how much time and effort is put into The Fandom Gives Back, into each fic and each review, into organizing auctions and complilations, and into giving, giving, giving. How many of you have made real (and sincere and wonderful and non-judgy) friends just by joining fansites, Twitter, or Facebook? The Twilight books and movies get ragged on for many reasons: from the ridiculousness of vampire- and werewolf-highschoolers to the sub-par writing. From the fact that it is so mainstream (going mainstream makes things uncool, didn't you know?) to the mass hysteria that the whole series conjures up each time the cast appears on a talk show or a red carpet. And don't even get us started on the drama surrounding Kristen, Rob, Robsten, Nonsten...whatever.
But listen up, because this is me stepping up onto my high and mighty horse: American Idol squees are no more acceptable than Twilight squees, Harry Potter squees are no cooler than Twilight squees, and raising money for charities through other groups is NO more worthwhile and meangingful than raising money for charities through a Twilight-based group. Fucking factual. If you enjoy something and regain a tiny smidge of sanity each day thanks to it, then it doesn't matter what it is. Oh, and donating is donating. Period.
Shame on the drama-mongers who are seemingly unable to remove themselves from their high and mighty horses long enough to chill the fuck out. Not one of us is any better than another. And that is a true fucking statement. It does not matter what your degree is in, how many years you attended school, who your friends are, what your job is, nor how many years of life experience you have. It truly doesn't. We, as women, should be supportive of one another, regardless of our differences. Stop ragging on one another and show some support. Be friendly and genuine. I'm tired and I don't see the tired letting up. Drama worsens the tired, so PLEASE let's be done with it.
When I was in the fifth grade, my very best friend in the world was named Allison. We each had halves of the token "Best Friends Forever" necklace, of course. One day, I brought a blue raspberry BlowPop to another girl on the bus (because it was her favorite flavor and I wasn't a fan), and out came the drama. Over a BlowPop. You see, Allison came to my house that afternoon to let me know that we weren't best friends anymore because I gave it to Jane instead of her. I said "okay" and closed the door. We removed our BFF charms. Over a BlowPop. In a nutshell, if you bring drama into my life, please to be removing yourself from it.
This. Only we don't reserve this for just the men in our lives, we do this to each other, as well.
Does this make anyone else tired? I'm le tired.
Because this is what it's really about, right?
Sunday, April 25, 2010
The One With The Traaaaaaaaaai-ler
As for the ring? I don't even know what to say. It's a travesty. It's atrocious. It's BEING GIVEN TO YOU BY EDWARD FUCKING CULLEN. Screw the jewelry, you'll have eternity to wrangle an "upgrade." (But still, Summit....tsk tsk.)
I'm not even going into the whole Bryce Dallas Howard thing. I love her as an actress, I don' t love her (or her bouncy springy wig) as Victoria. I'm all about Rachelle. Regardless, the confrontation between her, Edward, Riley, and Seth looks like it's gonna be pretty damn good. Esp when I caught a glimpse of Seth (yay!) in my screen-caps.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
The One With the Interstate Showdown
TeamFuckingJacob. Blocking my lane in her slow-moving car (how unlike the wolves is that? I'm guessing no one is going to refer to her as the Wolf Girl...) and displaying that sticker for all to see. Please, child. It's obvious what my reaction was. And it's obvious by my reaction that I am a certifiable fanatic/lunatic. It went a little something like this:
- Enable left turn signal. I'm passing this bitch, but not before I represent Team Edward...
- Change lanes.
- Mimic her slow-ass speed whilst keeping my eyes on the road and my hands in my bag.
- Feel for it, feel for it,... YES! I found my bag o' miniatures and felt around for Edward, of course.
- With PocketEdward at the ready, I speed up until I'm even with JacobLover. Maintain fucking speed.
- Wave PocketEdward around as close to my passenger window as I possibly can while keeping my ass in the seat.
- Team Edward loyalty established.
I was unable to take a photo of the waving-around-of-PocketEdward because I am a safe and responsible driver (much unlike JacobLover). But this is what I was waving around at her. Maybe if he sparkled and shone like diamonds, we would have caught her attention...
And would you believe that my efforts were wasted? Apparently, JacobLover was so busy applying mascara while driving, that she missed out on the rad little show that I was putting on in the neighboring lane. 'Tis okay. I simply passed PocketEdward back to LittleMan to play with. He carried him into the bookstore with us, and PocketEdward spent the remainder of the morning keeping busy with the kiddos and taunting the other bookstore mummies to make the change, come over to our side, Team Edward forthemotherfuckingwin.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
The One With the Top Hat and Red Leather
Monday, April 12, 2010
The One Where Twifecta Gets Behind-the-Scenes
Killing time in the breakroom after meeting some of the cast:
P1: You don't? They're the kids from that vampire movie. Hasn't your girlfriend threatened to take the pussy away to get you to watch it with her?
P3: What a minute, what?! You've seen that shit?
P1: Yeah, my wife made me though. *Rolls eyes* I totally didn't want to. (God, that Angela chick is SO much hotter in person. I think I'll throw Twilight in "for the wife" after dinner tonight.)
P3: No fucking way! I would never watch that.
P4: I don't know about you douchebags over there, talking about that meet-and-greet like we were really hanging out with celebrities, but I signed up for that to get out of the Commander's Call this afternoon.
P5: Yeah, I'm with you. I just wanted to see how fucking shiny and clean they could get the hangar in preparation for the "celebrities."
Cudmore: Definitely pocket your necklace, dude. I can't believe those scrawny-ass pilots didn't know who we were. I mean, everyone knows about the Twilight series. They should have been stoked at the meet-and-greet. I'll get more ass for the mere fact that I touched Robert Pattinson than they ever will for wearing those green pajamas to work anyway.
Serratos: Wait, what? Whaaaaat are you guys talking about? Wasn't it bright in there? Gawd, I had to wear my shades AND that hat that they gave me. Ugh, that hat! Wasn't my style, but I bet they were totally turned on. I thought they would be more excited to meet me. Didn't they see me half-naked for PETA? Maybe they would have been more complementary if YOU two hadn't tagged along...
Happyfuckingbirthday to our fave gal.