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Friday, January 26, 2007

we have to believe we are magic...

it's no secret that there are certain aspects of domesticity that i really don't care for and hate doing with the fire of a million suns and then some.

one of these is laundry. especially folding and sorting. and especially whites.

it's because of my hatred of this chore that more often than not - all of our socks and underwear end up in a magic basket on our laundry room floor and every day we have to rifle through it looking for the aforementioned garments.

this basket is totally magic. because if i'm looking for socks for nina - all i can find are socks for me or jeff. if i'm looking for socks for me - all i can find are socks for nina and jeff. same with the underwear. and jeff can never find his own socks either which i find totally amazing since all i can ever find are his socks. or nina's socks.

i'm not sure how we obtained this magic basket - but i' d really wish it would stop playing tricks on me. it's just not cool...

why can't we have a magic cookie jar instead?

Thursday, January 25, 2007

more rules for making it to the hollywood round on american idol...

rule #6 - don't come into the audition admitting that you can't sing and are totally tone deaf and then get mad when they tell you no. it's a singing competition - not an anti-singing competition - what did you REALLY expect them to say??

rule #7 - just because jennifer hudson won a golden globe and is nominated for an oscar doesn't mean that you should turn your audition for american idol into an audition for passions after the judges have told you no.

rule #8 - lose the brooklyn/jersy/coney island accent while singing. as my drama teacher in high school always said - annunciation is key. you shouldn't be able to hear that accent when you sing. and hit those t's! tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh!

rule #8 1/2 - if one show based on talent said no - the others probably will too. especially when the producers are the same...

rule #8 3/4 - and fur isn't cool any more pal...

rule #9 - no one wants to see you have an orgasm.

rule #10 - be confident - but not full of yourself. just sing it.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Thursday, January 18, 2007

rule for life...

if you are going to begin a sentence with the words "okay - i'll be the bad guy..." rethink what you are about to say and consider NOT saying it...

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

rules for making it to hollywood on american idol...

rule #1 - don't totally destroy a song in front of the person who originally wrote and recorded it.

rule #2 - don't go into your auditions trying to sound exactly like a previous finalist - especially one who didn't win. if they didn't win - you won't win.

rule #3 - don't try to pull off a sound if you don't have a look to match it. clay aikin can't sound like chris daughtry. and the three tenors can't look like flavor flave. it just doesn't work.

rule #4 - don't insert the names of the judges into the song you are singing for your audition - it makes you appear to be desperate.

rule #5 - if you need a gimic (juggling, t-shirt with cooky message to get you noticed, costume, amish garb) to get you to the big prs (paula, randy, simon) round - then you probably don't belong in hollywood. your voice should be all you need.

to be continued...

Friday, January 12, 2007

book review - following foo

as of last night i finished reading following foo. i have a list 3 people long right now of those who want to read it next.

over all - it was a really good book. see, bd wong, an actor who you may know best from oz, law and order svu, or the father of the bride movies, is a gay man. he was in a committed relationship for many years when their biological clocks started ticking and they decided that all the talk over the years about some day having a family wasn't going to happen on it's own. so they set out to figure out who to go about becoming dads.

they found an organization that helps same sex couples - usually men - become dads. using richie's sisters eggs and bd's "forensic evidence" (as he referred to it when i heard him speak), and a surrogate mother - their journey began. to their joy they found they were expecting - not only one baby - but identical twins!

everything was going swimmingly until the babies started showing signs of distress and the surrogate gave birth three months early. turns out that the babies had some sort of condition that happens with twins where one of them kinda transfused most of his blood to the other so that the other would stand a better chance of survival. this is far better explained in the book by the way.

the first twin didn't make it. but the second twin was a fighter.

following the birth of the boys, bd wong started emailing family and friends to update them on the situation and the ups and downs and highs and lows that occure in the rollar coaster of a life that is lived inside the nicu. over the three months that little jackson foo wong was laying in the hospital nicu in san fransico, his father wrote. and what he wrote got forwarded and forwarded and forwarded. till tons of people he didn't know where silently cheering on his little boy. and tons of people were shooting back messages of encouragement. and through all of this writing and updating and using his words to deal with his situation - the basis for a book was formed.

i was wanted to read this book after hearing bd wong speak a couple months back. it sounded interesting. nina was premature and lived in nicu for a week. so i could relate in a way. i'm a bd wong fan - so that was another insentive. but it really gave me an insight into this man's life during this time. i mean - you think about actors living the glory life and relaxing the days away not really worrying about anything but their fancy cars and which party they can not wear underpants to and if donald trump is trashing them on page six again. but you don't think about them staying in a branson style motel in modesto or driving to and from different movie sets or eating at the hole in the wall chinese place or just hanging out in a hospital like a normal person for weeks on end. i mean - with the exception of the occasional name drop or movie set mention or whatever - he was totally normal. sure - we don't all get personal emails from michelle kwan - but whatever...

and then there was the way you watched him discover how to be a dad and how he would talk about his son. there was just such love. it's amazing.

anyway - i enjoyed the book. pretty good. not a best seller or a book many have probably heard of. but i'd totally recommend it (unless your pretty conservative and have issues with the gay thing. it's not shoved down your throat or anything - but they are a gay couple and you just can't leave that out of the story).

up next - on "what is karen reading?" - Marie Antionette: The Journey by Antonia Fraiser. one chapter in and the historical who's related to who stuff made me really tired...

Thursday, January 04, 2007

the mini houses....

okay - i SO knew that we hadn't seen the last of the little houses. they never explained the doll picture. there wasn't total closure. so it's obvious that the story isn't complete - even if that guy did confess....

and i can't believe that box is going to sit on grissom's desk for 4 stinking weeks. i hate suspense - don't they know that? obviously they do. or they wouldn't do it that way...

and why does the mini desk inside look like grissom's? that's not cool...

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

happy new year...

so i'm two days late. sue me. i don't recover from staying up late very well.

i'm going to put this in writing. i've made a resolution.

i want to lose 19 pounds by may 14.

i can't celebrate the first anniversary of my 29th birthday with a butt this big....