The Lisa Life

The Best Thing I've Heard This Week

The local all news all the time radio station, WWJ, is asking listeners to call in with what they would like to hear Dubya say during his State Of The Union address this evening.  The best comment so far:  "I, George W. Bush, resign as president of the United States, effective immediately."

Blogging The Dirt

Editor's Note:  I'm going to pretend that I blogged details of the first two episodes and if you haven't watched it, you're going to pretend that you have.  In other words, no back story.

Lucy decides to merge Dirt and Now and fires some dude that I think was a writer for Now.  Don is still hallucinating the dead pregnant chick, who is wearing this eyeshadow that looks just like the Midnight Blue Crayola crayon.  She's kind of rocking the pregnant vampire bride look overall.

Julia is still pretty distraught  between her best friend committing suicide and being in the car accident.  And really, who wouldn't be? She's taking too many pain pills.  She screws up on her TV show so they tell her take a couple weeks off and whoops, they wrote Brittney Murphy into the script as her sister.  Julia will likely have lots of time to get herself together.

Holt is getting interest from a big budget action director.  He's still racked with guilt but he still deals with Lucy.  Hey, he's kind of cute.  Kind of a little guy for an action star, I could probably kick his ass and I'm no Lara Croft but there's something endearing about him.

Lucy's brother lands a big interior decorating job and invites her over for dinner and basically tells her she's a cold-hearted bitch, who is going to end up alone.

A Christian pop star goes missing just after she releases her album and her publicist is feeding Lucy the same tired chestnut of exhaustion.  Lucy sends Don to find her leading to a couple surprises on both ends. When Lucy asks Holt if he knows the singer, Holt tells Lucy, "She sings about the Bible and her virginity, right?  We don't exactly travel in the same circles." Heh.

Prince, the basketball player who was caught in a particularly compromising position, is buddies with a rap star who just disappeared.  Lucy blackmails Prince with the pictures so he reveals what happened to the rap star.

Lucy's brother finds a boyfriend but I don't think he'll be inviting her over for dinner anytime soon to meet the new guy.

Berry Twisted

Bne & Jerry's Berry Twisted is a little bowl of heaven on earth.  Chunky blueberry and blackberry sorbet swirled in lemon. 

It even looks pretty.

Train Wreck

The chick tonight on Intrevention is totally crazier than a shit house rat.  Meth is a good thing, no?

Sweet

Napoleon Dynamite is on Comedy Central. 

I love this movie and can watch it over and over.  It's funny and charming and I can completely relate to the awkwardness of high school.  It's like Christopher Guest movies in that you either get it and think it's hilarious or you don't and think it's strange and stupid.

It also serves as a sort of litmus test: If someone thinks those movies are funny, I know I have something in common with them. 

Gosh.

Crossroads

And no, I don't mean that allegedly awful movie Britney Spears made which thankfully, I've never had to suffer through.

I'm looking for a job since I don't expect my current position will be around much longer.  I am sick to death of bookkeeping although I know it's what I'm good at.  I am just burned out and bored with it.  No mystery to it, no challenge.

I've actually considered going back to school lately, a thought that kind of horrifies me.  I've thought about getting an MSW but research shows it would take me around five years and the market is saturated. I've thought about becoming a certified nursing assistant because it's a steady job, I like helping people and as long as I'm not the one bleeding, I do okay.  I have no desire to be a nurse but I'd like to do something somewhat altruistic.

I keep thinking, I'm 40 and I don't know what I want to do when I grow up. 

The dilemma is that I really do know what I want to do.  I just need to get the courage to pursue it.  I'd like to be a stay at home mom to Mia and write stuff.  I don't even care if I can sell it or get published, I would just like to try. 

Rather ironic since my blog has been sadly neglected lately.

I think the first step is to make a conscious effort to write something here everyday, be it useless drivel or something worthwhile.

Where is that post on recent developments in the Oakland County Child Killer case?  Where is the featured missing person?  All wandering around in my head and needs to be put out there.

As a side note:  Long ago, I wrote a fictional short story about Courtney Love that is posted here. (If you'd like to read it, it's under the category, Life With Courtney.)  So Courtney has a blog (girlfriend can't spell) but whoops, someone found the story and pointed it out to her in her comments, which she actively participates in.  I don't know if she's read it or not, but I haven't gotten a nasty gram from her yet and that's a good thing, since I'd be scared if Courtney got all mean on me.  Her blog is actually quite charming, who knew?

I'm at a crossroads.  Forty is the new 30 and I'm going to make some decisions that will positively affect me and lead me to what I want to do.  Why am I so scared?  Stick around for the ride, won't you?

Dishing The Dirt

I'm become hopelessly addicted to celebrity news.  The sad part is, I don't even know who half of these people are, other than seeing them in the tabloids or when I read Perez Hilton.  I've also gotten my co-worker hooked on Perez and we discuss.

I've seen a million ads both on TV and on the gossip sites advertising Dirt. It looked intriguing.  The season premiere was last night and now I fear I'm hooked.  Courtney Cox leads as Lucy Spiller, a cold-hearted editor of two tabloids that need a huge boost.  It helps that she's very attractive and intelligent and seems to have only a tiny little shred of a conscience or heart.  She's ruthless. 

Her mags dish the dirtiest dirt and you have to wonder how the real life tabs get it and how much of what they get is true.  Although the editor of the Star and the National Enquirer denies that the show is based on any actual tabloids, it makes for an interesting storyline.

I really liked Dirt so now, the question is, shall I do recap (with spoilers?)every week or should we just discuss? 

Assorted News

Happy New Year, dear and gentle readers.  May 2007 be a wonderful year for you.

I am sitting on my sofa, blogging from my laptop.  We've gone wireless and it's a wonderful thing.

Right now, I'm watching The Commitments.  Why don't we own this movie?  It's wonderful and I don't know why I haven't watched it more often.  I'm not a huge fan of feel good movies.  This one is utterly charming and uplifting without being sappy.  It's also got incredibly great music.  If you haven't seen The Commitments, take the time.  If you have seen it, revisit it.  It's timeless and some good entertainment.

I've recently read two books I was very much looking forward to and both were terribly disappointing.

Internal Combustion by Joyce Maynard

Internal Combustion is about the Nancy Seaman case.  I enjoy Joyce Maynard's other works very much, from her novel Baby Love to her memoir, At Home In The World and several others in between.  The Nancy Seaman case was fascinating.  The book is a superficial recap of the case and not terribly insightful.  I really didn't learn anything I didn't already know from following the case in the paper and elsewhere in the news.

Hannibal Rising by Thomas Harris

Nobody can write about a gruesome murder in such lyrical prose like Thomas Harris.  Hannibal Lecter is the fictional serial killer you have a fond affection for, since he really only kills the rude.  Hannibal Rising is the back story of how Hannibal turned into the monster he is.  Hannibal's back story just isn't very compelling.

Did I mention that The Commitments is a really good movie? Their interpretations of Mustang Sally, In The Midnight Hour and Chain Of Fools are incredible.  Makes me want to dance, with ain't happening anytime soon.

I'm very disappointed that I missed the Find A Death field trip to the Motown Museum.  It just wasn't happening with my foot surgery and so close to the holidays.

Why are children's toys locked up in their packages like Fort Knox?  I spent almost 45 minutes on Christmas morning freeing My Little Pony from her plastic packaging hell.

My father-in-law brought me a half dozen pink roses last night that he forgot to give to me until they were leaving.  That was really nice and I'm absurdly touched.

It really is the little things.