Good Dick

I've recently become quite a fan of Jason Ritter.
I think it mostly has to do with Good Dick. Hands down, it is one of my new favorite love story movies.

I fell in love with the experience of watching it. The whole thing felt intimate and every detail and choice cherished by the filmmakers. The kind of cherished-ness you usually feel during live theatre. After watching I found out that it was written and directed by Ritter's real life lady Marianna Palka and produced by the couple. Their commitment to the project as a piece of film is tangible.
Here's the trailer, but I think watching the trailer might ruin the experience of the movie. Instead go to Netflix right now and Watch Instantly. Right now.

pretty Plover

Dear Plover Organic, HOW have I never realized how incredible you are?



It is so so pink. And yet, I have formed a mild obsession.


I can only assume that I've seen these gorgeous linens in magazines and blogs before, but that the beauty of the spreads distracted me for these amazing organic cotton prints.


Of course it was you, Gwyneth Paltrow who finally opened my eyes. I'm sure you have these in your guest room(house) and Jay-Z and Robert Downey Jr. surely swoon over the bright and cheery bedding you've chosen.

Bond-esque

Apparently they're using super-sonic deer whistles now to fend off pirates.

The United States Navy Central Command said four suspected pirates in a skiff came within 300 yards of the Maersk Alabama at 6.30 a.m. Wednesday about 600 miles off the northeast coast of Somalia as it headed for the Kenyan port of Mombasa.

But a security team on board the Maersk Alabama responded with small-arms fire, long-range acoustical devices painful to the human ear and evasive maneuvers to thwart the attack, the navy said in a statement.

Awesome.

The Mystic

I consider it a major victory when I can get my mother to admit that any art produced in the last 15 years is better, more accurate or even more original than something made when she was young. She is deeply biased about the awesomeness of her generation.

On a recent car trip when I finally got to control the music, unprompted, she said, "Wow. This is really good. I think it's even better than the Van Morrison."

Sacrilege, Mother! I don't know if I'd go that far.

But thanks, Glen Hansard, for being awesome and helping me score one of my first points.

en garde!

Last week a teenaged boy chased me down the street. Only to then ask me where I got my umbrella. It was a little scary.

But the worst thing about this new umbrella is that I have to keep a very firm grip on my urge to challenge other unsuspecting umbrella carriers to a duel.

For the record: target.com.

I take solace in the fact

I'll know there's no hope left when the day-laborers in front of 7-11, with their impossibly low standards, tire of me.
And that day is not yet here. Even on my worst, pony-tailed, hoodies and glasses outings.

Because I'm a Woman?

Today during lunch in the conference room, where the more interesting and pleasant of my co-workers eat together almost daily, I let slip what I knew was an amusing remark. (note: I like to think every once in a while I can be trusted to have an amusing remark up my sleeve.)
I let it slip, and everyone laughed quite heartily, even more heartily than I expected. By now I can read this group of co-workers pretty well, but sometimes my inanity surprises even me.

But the remark itself was not the funniest part.
The funniest part was when a female co-worker, relatively new to the firm said, a bit surprised and impressed, amidst the laughter, "I think you said something funny the last time I ate lunch in here."

And that made me laugh out loud.