Murder, Madness, Mayhem and ......Kittens?

Thirty-Six

2006-08-07T18:46:45Z

(a church bell tolls the hour in the distance)

The countdown has ended and the zero hour is upon us.

Finally, it is revealed. After all the smoke has cleared and the dust has settled, the question has been answered.

The countdown was originally counting down to my leaving Livejournal. When I started the countdown I felt like it was a waste, there was only like one person commenting on a regular basis and I found myself spending entirely way too much time on LJ. So I decided that I would give myself thirteen more posts before I shut it all down. Giving myself a deadline of sorts seemed to make me post more important and personal things. I opened up more knowing that the days were numbered. It felt good to be able to let go of some of the things I was struggling with. I was able to share what I was going through and in return received really good responses and a feedback from those that check my stuff out. Once things started to turn around I started to second guess leaving LJ. But I had already started the countdown and a few of you had already begun to question its meaning. On a side note, the answer to the countdown was posted right from the beginning. With and since number thirteen, I’ve been using an all black userpic. If you go into my info and look at my userpics you’ll see that the all black userpic is titled “The End”, letting those who looked in on what was going to happen. Now that I find myself in a better place and feeling good about JL again, I may not leave after all. What do you think? I think what I may do is take some time off from LJ though. Focus my attentions back on some of the more important things I’ve neglected and come back refreshed and ready to start things up again. I’m thinking fifteen days off. So until then, keep your eyes open and your pencils sharp.

my reflection, dirty mirror
there's no connection to myself
I’m your lover, I’m your zero
I’m the face in your dreams of glass
so save your prayers
for when you're really gonna need 'em
throw out your cares and fly
wanna go for a ride?

Thirty-Two

2006-08-03T22:12:29Z

For those of you who wanted to see what Jessica Simpson's boobies looked like.


Click for bigger pic.

To me, this isn't exciting. I get to see her naked all the time when she comes over and we shower together. You know right after we get done oil wrestling and having a pillow fight.

Sometimes I am such a guy.

Twenty-Nine

2006-07-31T23:19:14Z

Hollywood round-up.

Rumor has it that the next Batman film will have two main villains once again. We’ve already been lead to believe that the Joker is one of them the other villain whose name keeps coming up is The Penguin. Before I get to who is rumored to play The Penguin let me just provide an update on the Heath Ledger/Joker talks. Apparently he has been offered the part, however, his shooting schedule is pretty full for the next year, leaving almost no room for anything else. The film is slated to be released in June of ’08 so that doesn’t leave too much time for a movie this big. Whether he’ll turn the part down or not is still unclear. He may pass on some of his prior commitments in order to play the Joker. Let’s hope so. The whole reason Christopher Nolan was interested in him was because you can’t really picture Heath Ledger as the Joker. He’ll bring a completely refreshing aspect to the role. From what I’ve read the Joker this time around is going to be very dark, and very extreme. Okay, on to The Penguin casting rumor. Word around the campfire is that Phillip Seymour Hoffman has been offered the part, although, Hoffman has indicated that he may not get involved in the sequel. We’ll have to see what happens. I think Hoffman should take the part. He’s already proved himself as this generation’s best character actor and he deserves a fun part to play that would also bring with it a big pay day. From what is being said Christopher Nolan’s version of the penguin will be a British arms dealer/mob boss with designs on Gotham.

Okay moving on to other Hollywood weirdness. Apparently early last Friday morning Mel Gibson was arrested for driving under the influence of alcohol. After being arrested he had a complete meltdown. Below is a description of said meltdown.

“Once inside the car, a source directly connected with the case says Gibson began banging himself against the seat. The report says Gibson told the deputy, "You mother fucker. I'm going to fuck you." The report also says "Gibson almost continually [sic] threatened me saying he 'owns Malibu' and will spend all of his money to 'get even' with me." The report says Gibson then launched into a barrage of anti-Semitic statements: "Fucking Jews... The Jews are responsible for all the wars in the world." Gibson then asked the deputy, "Are you a Jew?" The deputy became alarmed as Gibson's tirade escalated, and called ahead for a sergeant to meet them when they arrived at the station. When they arrived, a sergeant began videotaping Gibson, who noticed the camera and then said, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" A law enforcement source says Gibson then noticed another female sergeant and yelled, "What do you think you're looking at, sugar tits?"

I love to when celebrities totally lose their shit in public. What’s even funnier about this case is that Gibson is supposed to be a very religious man. I remember some Passion movie he put out a few years ago. When that movie came out he got all kinds of flack for appearing Anti-Semitic. He denied it up and down, and then this comes along. They say that alcohol is like a truth serum. I wonder what the line about the Jews being responsible for all the wars in the world really tells us about Mel. Anyway, he issued a public apology on Saturday, but I’m not going to put that up here, because it’s not as funny as him threatening to fuck a police officer. Oh yeah, that "sugar tits" line is classic.

Speaking of fucking. Kid Rock and Pamela Anderson were married on Saturday aboard a yacht in Saint Tropez. Below you will see a pic from the ceremony. Very classy.

Pam was quoted as saying it was "the best most romantic wedding of all time."

And how could it not be? Kid was wearing a Tigers cap and Pam was dressed in a white string bikini. If that doesn’t say romance, I don’t know what does.

Okay kids, that’s my Hollywood round-up, have fun with it and remember just because they’re celebrities doesn’t mean they’re not fucked up.

Twenty-Eight

2006-07-31T20:11:16Z

Don't you love a good phone call from an old friend? Catching up about the old times, discussing the future and no matter how much time has passed since you last spoke it seems like only yesterday. That's a damn good friend.

Twenty-Six

2006-07-28T08:13:51Z

Today after work I was on my way home and I realized that for the first time in a long time I'm happy. Let me rephrase that. I don't want to give off the impression that I'm always depressed or unhappy, on the contrary. What I mean is that for the first time in a long time I recognize and am enjoying my happiness. Yeah, I think that says it better. I'm never really unhappy, I have a good job, a great apartment, my health and friends. And I guess I always just took being happy for granted. I just assumed that if I always did the right things and stayed productive good things would come to me. That's what life is about, right? Do good and good will come to you. So for a long time I never let myself be elated over my station in life. It just became what I did and who I was. Nothing special. I'm the same way with feeling proud about my life. Everyone says that I should be proud of what I've accomplished and how far I've come, but i don't see it. At least not yet. Once I do something really great with my life, then I'll be proud. Everyone says "look at what you have and what you've done. You graduated from college, you have a really well paying job, you moved a long way from home and you made it, you always seem to have it all together, so why can't you be proud of yourself?"

Because none of it has been a challenge.

I've never really had to try too hard to accomplish what I've set out to do. I don't know if it was a good upbringing, or an over acute sense of focus, or just luck. I'm not a braggart and I hate to sound like one when I say life has not been a challenge, but it hasn't. And for the longest time I've taken that for granted. I've somehow managed to live through nearly thirty years without too many scars or setbacks. I think and I have been told that I have relatively little "baggage".

A lot of how I used to think has been changing lately though and I'm starting to appreciate things I never did. Such as the fairly easy path I've had to travel thus far. As I get older I see a lot of people my age or older that do not have the happiness I have, their lives didn't turn out the way they had planned. Somewhere along the way they stepped off the path and got lost. Or were lured off the path. They find themselves in situations they never wanted to be in, dead end jobs, loveless relationships, saddled down with children they never wanted, wasted opportunities, lost hope, fading dreams and loss of self. I see all of that and I die inside. I feel like my life has been handed to me but others around me have to claw and fight and scrape for just a little bit of fleeting happiness.

I used to think that a person's unhappiness in life was there own doing. Sometimes that's correct, but not all the time. Sometimes they get trapped in situations where no matter what they do someone will suffer. What they have to realize is that everyone suffers in life, that's part of the game. We need to suffer from time to time to grow, and to become stronger. Like my grandma used to say "in order to make a cake you need to break a few eggs". So break some eggs, hurt a little, make those around you suffer a little, because when it's all said and done and the dust settles you'll be much happier. It's never too late.

Twenty-Five

2006-07-26T19:35:03Z

I was on my way into work this morning and while stopped at a red light I was watching this old woman sweep leaves off the sidewalk in front of her house. As I watched her I realized that at one time she was a very beautiful woman. I started to think about that. What that must feel like. To be beautiful in youth but to slowly watch it fade over time. How did she handle it? How does anyone handle it? After the light had changed and I moved on I found myself still thinking about that transition from youth to aged. How must it feel to watch lines form, hair turn grey and your figure disappear. Is it a gradual change? Or does it hit you really fast and one day you wake up and suddenly see yourself as old? Another question is, which is worse; watching it happen over time or having it sneak up on you? Along with watching time take its toll on your looks there’s also the issue of feeling your body slowly shutdown, weaken and lose control of its faculties. I’ve never had a lot of respect for elderly people. I never had many of them in my life to begin with and as I grew older I realized that I was of at least average intelligence so I never sought older people out to answer life’s little questions. But as I make my own way through life though, I’m starting to see that elderly people should be respected. They’re on a one-way ride. I mean we all are. But they’re sitting in the first car and they’re perched at the top of the big drop. They’ve had a lot of the things in life that personified them taken away, a lot of them are alone without identities and they’re just waiting for the ride to be over.

Twenty-Four

2006-07-26T18:42:57Z

Twenty-Two

2006-07-25T19:31:22Z

Blog-Word! for chaos_superstar
loved
You're an individual - nobody was found with the same word as you! Check back later, maybe you'll have some LJ-Word buddies then!
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Created by Grahame

Finally.....I'm loved.

Twenty-One

2006-07-25T19:27:53Z

Haiku² for chaos_superstar
this picture is from before she dyed her hair blonde and fractured her
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Created by Grahame

I like this one. It reminds me of a simpler time in my life.

Eighteen

2006-07-23T09:20:05Z

"There is no such thing as SPARE change."

That's what I said to a homeless man earlier today when he asked me if I had some spare change.

And then I just kept walking.

That's so fucking cold.

What's wrong with me?

Seventeen

2006-07-20T22:28:37Z

Possible casting rumor on who will play the Joker in the next Batman movie.

http://latinoreview.com/news.php?id=736

This one sounds pretty legit and this did actor prove himself as a serious force in Hollywood last year with a certain "gay cowboy" movie.

Sixteen

2006-07-19T19:52:53Z

Your Superhero Profile

Your Superhero Name is The Death Giant Your Superpower is Meditation Your Weakness is Water Your Weapon is Your Light Knife Your Mode of Transportation is Ambulance

What's your Superhero Name?

Fifteen

2006-07-13T22:23:07Z

Just when I thought Hollywood was out of good ideas. I come across this:

Here's the synopsis:

"Prepare for the ultimate battle of evil when two rival supernatural gangs wage war on the streets of New York City. The Bloodz are affluent vampires who rule downtown – controlling real estate, blood banks and financial institutions. The Wolvez are the werewolves who rule the night in the New York’s upper ghetto. Now, it’s a battle to the death to determine who will run the city in the day, the night, and for all eternity..."

This "gem" is getting released straight to DVD on September 12th. Mark your calendars.

Fourteen

2006-07-11T23:25:17Z

The picture below is exactly what is wrong with Hollywood and America in general. That "good lookin" gal is none other than usual super hottie Eva Longoria, of Desperate Housewives and dating Tony Parker fame. We usually don't get to see her without her make up and for good reason. Cringe. One side of me is scared and horrified by that picture. But on the other hand I feel bad for her. It seems that actresses and I guess all women in general have to go through so much to look acceptable nowadays. It's rather sad. The way the media has created this ideal of what a woman should look like has made it near impossible for any woman to go sans make-up with feeling like the The Phantom of the Opera. I would actually prefer a woman who wore little to no make-up. I say let your natural beauty show, don't cover it up with all that crap. Besides, in the long run make-up makes you look older, it destroys elasticity and adds lines. So, wearing make-up to hide your age is self defeating. I could go into a whole big diatribe about how make-up is just a way for men to control women but I won't go there. Think about it though.

Eva no make-up (click on image for bigger)

Eva as we know her (click on image for bigger)

Thirteen

2006-07-01T05:34:26Z

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Thanks to tashamama for pointing this obituary generator out to me, although given mine, I'm not quite sure I like it.

Twelve

2006-06-30T19:26:06Z

Pearl Jam

Stupid Mop

Download Stupid Mop MP3

Don't you want people to love you?
My spanking, that's the only thing I want so much...
Spanking, that's the only thing I want so much...
That's the only thing I want so much...
Don't you want people to love you?
My spanking, that's the only thing I want so much...
That's the only thing I want so much...
Why is that better than being hugged?
Why is that better than being hugged?
Because you get closer to the person...
Closer to the person...
Why is that better than being hugged?
Because you get closer to the person...
Closer to the person...
Just like a person having sex feels cared for...
We wanna be loved, so we have sex together...
And they feel loved about that...
And this is the way it makes me feel...loved...
I want it, I dream about it, I think about it, I want it...
Just like a girl wants sex with a boy, you know?
It's the way I'll always be probably...
My last one was born in the system...
See, they're stupid, very stupid, those people over there...
They're stupid...
These people are so below mentality, honest to g-d, really...
You know what I mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
This mentality, honest to g-d, really...
You know what I mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
Honest to g-d, really...
You know what I mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
Bug me...bug me...he got the nerve to bug me...
Everything seems so eight ball...
And i, I don't know if that's my imagination, but, umm...
Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
And I don't know if that's my imagination, but, umm...
Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
Think they got me...
Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...hmm...
Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
...know if that's my imagination, but, umm...
Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
She prides herself on her cleaning habits...
Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
She prides herself on her cleaning habits...
It's a lovely stupid mop, it is...
There's something really screwey about no streaking...
Is it any old dumb mop? it streaks...
Come on mop, no streaking mop...
I don't mind mop the floor, my mop streaks, I don't like it...
It's not me, it's the mop...
Come, I bought some new mops...
Go away you stupid, dumb old sponge mop...
I don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
I don't believe it...old sponge mop...
Dumb old sponge mop...
Old sponge mop...
Dumb old sponge mop...
You're right, this mop's stupid...
Dumb old sponge mop...
I don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
That's why they call me mophandlemama...
Now the floor looks beautiful...
That's why they call me mophandlemama...
In two weeks, before she could see herself not dressed...
The twenty-third of may...you know she disturbed no one today...
The manager told her to completely forget...
If you ever go to bed, I'll kill you...
Do I tell the whole world that I'm mentally ill?
Go to the papers...yeah, why not?
Drum roll...
I want to show them that I can walk on my own without hands of theirs...
And, I can still fantasize, but I keep it to myself...
Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
I think I deserve to be loved, don't you?
Very much so...
Think I deserve to be loved...
Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
I think I deserve to be loved, don't you?
...to be loved, don't you?
But I keep it to myself...
Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
I think I deserve to be loved, don't you?
And, I can still fantasize, but I keep it to myself...
Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
I think I deserve to be loved, don't you?
Very much so...
Do you ever think that you would actually, really kill yourself?
Well, if I have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
Yeas, I believe I would...
I have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
Yes, I believe I would...
And, I can still fantasize, but I keep it to myself...
Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
...that I can walk without hands of theirs...
And, I can still fantasize, but I keep it to myself...
Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
I think I deserve to be loved, don't you?
Very much so...
Do you ever think that you actually would kill yourself?
Well, if I have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
Yes, I believe I would...

This song is found on the Vitalogy album. There's no real lyrics sung, the song is made up of a bunch of recordings from actual mental patients with weird, creepy music in the background. Truly the sound of madness

Eleven

2006-06-29T23:37:03Z

Things I can do without:

Cell phones
Those gigantic sunglasses that everyone is wearing
World Cup Soccer
Britney Spears posing nude on the cover for Bazaar (while pregnant even)
Anything having to do with Paris Hilton
Reality TV shows centered around dancing/ice skating
Celebrities adopting children from Third World countries (while a noble cause, I’m sick of hearing about it, besides there are thousands for needy kids right here in America)
George W. Bush
Noisy neighbors
Crying babies
Smelly people on the bus
Guys walking around without shirts on that have no right to; ie. very overweight, very underweight, extremely pale or hairy. Please guys enough already.
Women wearing clothing they shouldn’t be wearing; ie. very overweight women wearing tight/revealing clothing, older women attempting to dress like their daughters and granddaughters
Depressing news

Ten

2006-06-26T23:58:33Z

This is probably one of the coolest movie posters ever. This one comes courtesy of our friends in Turkey and is from the original Friday the 13th. I love how simple but intense it is. I also like how the image is a painting rather than a actual photo. Love the heavy black border as well. All around a very sexy poster. "13 Gun" should be the name of a death metal band.

Nine

2006-06-21T01:53:20Z

What the hell happened to Nicole Kidman? It's not just me is it? She was hot at one point right? I'm scared.

Eight

2006-06-15T01:48:55Z

In honor of David Lynch filing for divorce (after a month of marriage I might add) I'm going to watch Blue Velvet tonight. Here's to you Dave, hopefully four times the charm.

Seven

2006-06-13T20:32:56Z

A large portion of my formative years was spent reading comics books, watching cartoons, and playing with action figures*. What that all translated into was an adulthood spent giving serious thought to super powers, and if they existed and could be freely chosen, what mine would be. Yeah, you can tell I don’t have a lot going on. Anyway, for the longest time I always held that if I could chose a super power it would be pyrokenesis, the ability to start fires with your mind. Driven by every young man’s inner arsonist fire bug and a childhood crush on Drew Berrymore in Firestarter, I had settled on pyrokenesis. While not very practical, it would be a fun superpower. After a while though, I started to realize that there were already a slew of comic book characters that had their powers tied to fire in some way. Human Torch, Pyro, Ghost Rider and Firestorm to name a few. I want to be original right? I want to stand out a little. So, I got to thinking and one day while driving around it hit me. A totally unique power that I can’t recall any hero every really having. My power would be to speed up the molecules in water and in doing so raise its temperature. If I concentrated I could make water boil, or even super heat and turn to steam. Small amounts of water wouldn’t take much effort, and I wouldn’t be able to make an ocean boil or even a lake, but a swimming pool would be within my limits as long as I was able to concentrate enough. It doesn’t sound that practical on the surface but when you think about it for a second it becomes a whole lot more sinister. The human body is 70% water. Pretty cool huh? As humans we’re quite fragile, if our temperature goes up even 10 degrees we could die. Imagine making all of the moisture in a human body suddenly jumping 40, 50, or 100 degrees. You know, now that I think about it being able to boil water with your mind wouldn’t really be that helpful of a super power, it’s quite the opposite, it could be very destructive. I’d probably have to become a super villain, because I can’t really see a useful way to combat evil with a power like that. Unless I just used it to kill the villain, but as a hero you can’t do that. So, there’s my catch 22, a totally cool, unique power, but no practical or just use for it. What the hell, I’d be a good super villain. How about you? What would your power be and would you use it for the good of all mankind or for personal gain?

*Hell, who am I kidding, I still do all that.

Six

2006-06-06T02:01:54Z

"Many of us say that we're only alcoholic and not susceptible to abusing prescription drugs."

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open it to page 165.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Use what's actually next to you.

Five

2006-06-06T01:32:13Z

The Halloween movie franchise has definitely gone down hill since the original. Sure part two was good and H20 somewhat made up for the shoddy other films, but seeing Busta Rhymes beat up Michael Myers in Resurrection was unforgivable. Luckily, for us a savior strides forth, ready to pick the series up, dust it off and give a new lease on life. That man is Rob Zombie. According to a press release from the Weinstein company Rob will be writing, directing and producing the new film with an October 2007 scheduled release date.

"Zombie's vision of this film is an entirely new take on the legend and will satisfy fans of the classic Halloween legacy while beginning a new chapter in the Michael Myers saga," states the press release. "This new movie will not only appeal to horror fans, but to a wider movie-going audience as well. It will not be a copycat of any prior films in the Halloween franchise. The film is set for an October 2007 theatrical release."

This is some of the coolest news to hit the genre in a long time. Not since those rumors of Quentin Tarantino directing a Friday the 13th film have I been so geeked about an upcoming movie. By the way, those Tarantino rumors proved to be just that, rumors. We'll have to see how Rob handles a franchise like Halloween.

Four

2006-06-06T01:12:59Z

Last time I posted about some of my celebrity crushes, now let me tell you about a real life crush. Let’s call her “Brooke”. It was sixth grade. She had moved to my town with her family to take care of her grandma after her grandpa had died. That first day I remember her standing up in front of the class. It had been early November, and she was wearing a grayish-blue turtle neck sweater. Back then she had long hair, it was tied back in a ponytail. She stood up in front of the class and introduced herself and briefly explained how she had come to our school. I remember other guys and girls in class giggling a little bit because she was nervous and you could hear it in her voice. But I didn’t giggle. I was smitten. She was a breath of fresh air. She seemed so different than the other girls in class and I wanted to know more about her. As the years passed I never really worked up the courage to talk with her about anything meaningful or deep. It was always small talk about missed assignments; pep rallies, and assorted other school related junk. The things I eventually did come to know about her I had heard through others. Her favorite songs, foods, her dream car, college of choice, her favorite perfume. I had also heard other things about her, things that were darker, things I hoped weren’t true. It was half way through our junior year when a rumor began circulating the hallways, locker rooms and playing fields of the school. Of course each person relating it embellished it as they saw fit, adding juicier and juicier details, but the core of the story stayed the same. Apparently there had been a party in a neighboring town that Brooke and a few of here friends had been invited to. Of course there was alcohol and most likely some pretty heavy drugs as well. Brooke liked to party, it was pretty well known, but for the most part, she knew her limits and never got so drunk as to find herself into any trouble, legal or otherwise. It may have been that someone had slipped something into her drink or that she just ignored her limits that night and gave in. What it all boiled down to was that supposedly she had been raped. And not by just one guy. From the rumors and stories it could have been anywhere from two to six guys. They said that she didn’t report it because she didn’t want her parents to find out, and also because….how do you really report something like that without being labeled the town slut? She had been drinking at the every least and possibly under the influence of drugs, that made it even worse. Even if she had filed charges, would she have been able to identify the guy or guys that did it? Was she even raped? Some people said that she didn’t report it because it wasn’t rape because she was a willing participant. When I heard the rumors it didn’t really stop me from liking her, but it did saddened me a lot. To me it signified the passage of time and no matter how much you really like (love) and idealize someone, there always comes a degree of disenchantment. Cracks appear, the paint starts to peel and you get a look at the flaws underneath. Flaws that you never saw before because in your eyes that person was perfect. I think that seeing that she wasn’t perfect, that she had problems, that she was human after all, only made me love her more. The longing I had felt for her was gradually replaced by a need to be her knight in shining armor, her protector, her savior. I wanted to be there for her, be there at parties to keep her from drinking too much, be there to gently put her in the passenger seat as I took her home because she was too drunk to drive. Be there to tell her that the guy she was seeing was all wrong for her that he didn’t really love her and would only end up hurting her. I wanted to do and say all those things, but I never did. Looking back on it now, I realize that I was afraid. Afraid that if I approached her with my feelings and she rejected me I would stop caring for her. My feelings for her had become a part of my permanent wiring, the circuitry that made me who I am. I couldn’t not care about her. So I protected myself from that ever happening by never telling her how I felt. That was that. She dropped out after our junior year and I never saw her again. People said that she had moved to Tennessee to live with her sister and had eventually married a guy in the military. I went on to college, dated off and on but never really settled with a steady girlfriend. Every once and a while I still think about her and what she’s doing, if she has a family, if she’s happy. I hope she is.

So there’s my “one that got away” story. Kinda sappy I know, but I needed to do it justice. I’m sure we all have a “Brooke” to some degree. That one person that every once and a while a thought of will flutter through our mind and for the rest of that day we’ll think about them, but the next day we’ve moved on. They’re a memento from our past that we keep in that drawer we have. That drawer that’s full of all the sentimental stuff we just can’t get rid of. Every so often we’ll go through that drawer and we’ll be reminded of what that person meant to us and of what was or could have been. Then we close that drawer and move on. We slip back into the stream of our lives to create new memories, but those old ones are always waiting for us in that special drawer.

Three

2006-06-02T23:14:50Z

Hollywood Crushes, Part I:

Actually I guess you can't really call them crushes as I'm a grown man. It's more or less a list of celebrities that I think would make most excellent girlfriends. First up is:

Laura Prepon

Known by most as Donna from That 70's Show, she has also appeared in the films Slackers, Lightning Bug and Karla. I mean come on, look at that smile. How can you look upon this woman and not fall instantly in love? This picture is from before she dyed her hair blonde and fractured her fan base. Most say that they like her better as a redhead and then there are some that prefer her as a blonde. While I'm partial to her as a redhead as it's unique and I'm not too keen on blonde hair, I think she is still gorgeous as a blonde. It's not so much her outward appearance that attracts me the most (although she is smoking hot). What I like about her is how down to earth she appears to be. She really is like the girl next door. She usually doesn’t wear any make-up; she's humble, seems to be really easy going and is a self-described "tom-boy." Plus as of late she has been making some pretty bold moves in her acting career. In a possible attempt to break away from the persona of Donna, the character she played on The 70's Show, she's been playing some pretty hard-edged characters. In Lightning Bug she plays a small town girl that try's to make it as an actress but eventually ends up in a pornographic film. In Karla (which is based on a real events) she plays the titular character of Karla Homolka, a woman who with her husband kidnap, sexually abuse, and murder three young girls, including Karla's own sister. The real events happened in Canada and when the movie debuted at the Toronto Film Festival it was met with a lot of opposition and even boycotts. In an interesting side note Karla Homolka was released from prison on July 4, 2005, after having served a 12 year term. So, as you can see Ms. Prepon has a bit of an edge to her. I hope she keeps pushing the envelope and tackling roles that make people think or even cringe. Just because something is difficult to face doesn't mean we can't learn something from it.

Next is Fairuza Balk

First gaining a lot of attention for her role as Nancy in The Craft, she's gone on to do many films as well as television work. What totally kills me about Fairuza are her eyes and her smile. Her name, Fairuza, means Turquoise" in Farsi. Her name was given to her by her father upon seeing how blue her eyes were. While the picture above doesn't show it she has the most intense and at times most beautifully hypnotic eyes I have ever seen. Her smile though, is what really squeezes my heart. Some have said that she has too big of a mouth and it makes her kinda of creepy looking, but they are stupid. Look at that picture, that is such a lovely smile. Ever so perfect. You could be having the worst day of your entire life but if she just smiled at you, everything would be okay. Plus she has nine tattoos and a nose ring, is pale, which I find very alluring and is a Wiccan. I'm not Wiccan but I think it's cool that she is and isn't afraid to be open about it. Here's a what if? What if somewhere down the road, they have the Harley Quinn character pop up in one of the Batman movies? Wouldn't Fairuza be utterly perfect for that part? Here's hoping.

So there you have it, my first installment of my Hollywood Crushes. You'll come to find I'm not typically attracted to your "Hollywood types" like Angelina Jolie or Eva Longoria. For some reason they just don't float my boat. I'm just not attracted to them in any way. I think I have to be able to respect a woman before I find her attractive and for the most part there aren’t too many celebrities that are respectable right now.