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In our household, updating the Netflix queue is just about as important as taking a shower, which is very important – especially during the summer.  Every time I run across a movie, a classic movie that The Hubbs hasn’t seen I’m astonished.  How have you made it this far in life without seeing The Godfather trilogy or The Deer Hunter?  Are you a real person?  Or have I made you up and my brain couldn’t possibly make you 100% perfect, so your one flaw is that you haven’t watched M*A*S*H, the movie?

Me: Well, what are you in the mood for next?

The Hubbs: Ummm..

Me: OH MY GOSH!  You could finally watch Animal House and become a real boy.

The Hubbs: …

Me: How come you haven’t seen this, anyway?

The Hubbs: We’ve been over this.  My parents didn’t watch a lot of movies.  Because…

Me: Because they didn’t want you to see “R” rated movies?

The Hubbs: No.  Because…

Me:  Because, honestly, “R” rated movies?  Ya’ll were out jumping off of roofs and getting tangled in fences and jumping off of bridges.  You probably would have been safer inside watching an “R” rated movie.

The Hubbs: BECAUSE my parents had other things to do.  They were busy.  That’s why.

Us: …

Me: That’s dumb.

Thank God he’s seen Blazing Saddles.  This marriage will work afterall.

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Eee gads!  Where has this week gone?  Where has November gone?  It’s becoming that time of year when schedules get filled, days are rushed and I start calling The Hubbs “Destro” and vis versa because my brain can only take so many commercials involving turkeys and santa elves and big screen TVs and lots of plastic toy junk.  I can only make so many lists and read so many recipes and figure out so many other people’s schedules in order to make our own.  I can only eat so many helpings of dressing (stuffing=puke), so many holiday cookies and hear so many Christmas songs.  We can only drive so many miles and see so many people.  We can only do so much before our eyes bulge out of our heads, our limbs go numb, our hairs fall out and we start praying to Santa instead of God and we speak in little child voices that make Destro stare at us and think he’s getting a treat.  And, we’ll have to give him a treat because how could we not, especially when we’re making squeaking noises that sound somewhat like words?  And our eyes will blink in time with the on-off-on-off-on lights of the over-decorated and crooked Christmas tree.

On that note, I’ll leave you with these musical selections that please me:

Bon Iver, Skinny Love

Rogue Wave, Lake Michigan (this has clapping in it and we all know how much I love songs with clapping…don’t we?)

Band of Horses, The General Specific

Ida Maria, I Like You So Much Better When You’re Naked

Arcade Fire, Keep The Car Running

Ray LaMontagne, Let It Be Me

Also for the record: I like songs with violins in them.  I think this has something to do with the 1986 movie An American Tail.

Eye of the tiger.

Eye of the tiger.

I don’t like salt on my margaritas.  There.  I said it.  Hate me if you like.  Do you recognize the Spanish villa tile?  That’s right.  We had a drink and dinner at Chili’s prior to seeing Where The Wild Things Are on Friday.  Right away I will tell you not to take small children, elderly neighbors or scaredy-cat friends to this movie.  It’s not really scary.  It’s just dark.  The not-so-kid-friendly kind of dark.  You may ask yourself, “But I thought this book was a kid’s book?”  My mother reminded me this morning that Maurice Sendak (the author) was criticized back in the 70s for writing a dark children’s book.  His reply: I don’t write books for children. 

And here’s why that makes sense to me: Not until I was an adult and buying “children’s books” for my niece did I pick up WTWTA and reread it.  I GET it now.  When I was a kid the book wasn’t pink or have puppies bounding across a field on the cover, so it wasn’t my fave.  Now that I’m an adult and have moved (slowly) away from things pink and Lord knows I love puppies, but they don’t monopolize my attention (as much), my appreciation for all things artistic has broadened.  I appreciate the drawings in the book so much more now, not to mention the story.  THE STORY.  So, it also dawned on me as an adult how my imagination has developed borders, lines not to be crossed.  My logical brain stymies my imaginative flow when it says, “No. Stop.  Roosters don’t tap dance on demand.  That’s idiotic.”  As a kid, that rooster would have been tap dancing and singing “Hello, my baby. Hello, my honey. Hello, my ragtime gal” with three eggs with no eyes or hands just feet doing back up dancing with no objections from my brain.  Doesn’t that sound fun?  Maybe a little creepy because the eggs don’t have eyes or hands, but you get my point.  As we grow up, we lose a little bit of our creative license.  Most of us do anyway.  Kudos to those adults that don’t.  I think they all work at Pixar.  Thanks, Mr. Sendak, for reminding me what the world looks like from an uninhibited point of view – or maybe it was just the El Presidente margarita.

The movie was great.  I have a feeling that not everyone will like it and to that I say, “Nanny-nanny-boo-boo.  I don’t care.”

You may remember my model from an earlier post.  She was kind enough to pose for my fashion designs.  Funny, no one has contacted me about those particular designs as of yet.  She is a dear friend and recently contacted me because she was in need of a dress for a movie premiere.  Maybe you’ve heard of the film Inglorious Basterds starring Brad Pitt.  I don’t know much about the film except someone should tell Mr. Tarantino that he should check his spelling.  She is an extra in the movie.  She plays a dead body.  I’m sure she’s wonderful in it.  She’s so good at feigning lifelessness, you know.   In fact, her agent just contacted her about another role.  It’s something like Mannequin 3: Still Holding Still.  Below is the dress that I designed for her.  I call it Dreaming of Foliage.  Doesn’t she look lovely in purple? 

Movie Premiere Look

We decided to go with brass accents.  We are in a recession.  Don’t want to look too over the top.  Plus, I think brass is the new black. 

I was concerned with her make-up choices.   And now that I see the whole look put together,  I have to stand by my first impression – except for the lipstick color.  You can never go wrong with “Brick.”

We had a slow Sunday evening here at the Miles residence.  And when I say “slow” I mean unable to process anything above a 5th grader’s attention span.  Thus, we watched Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium.

A couple of things…

  1. Dustin Hoffman is one of my favorites.  As Mr. Magorium he has a strange lisp and floofy hair and crazy-ass eyebrows.  He reminds me of that one guy in Gladiator with the long, curly eyebrows.  That’s the only description I have, and yes, I know that’s annoying.  Also, Dustin channels Tootsie throughout the film, which made it all worth it to me.
  2. Natalie Portman sports a short hair cut.  I love short hair cuts.  I don’t love this one.  It didn’t do her any favors and she’s such a pretty girl.  Also, her outfits were a little kooky.  Not “kooky” as in zany, but “kooky” as in she looks 12 years old and has boy hair.  Zany outfits could have fit into the whole “magical toy store” theme.  I would have been fine with that.  And, HELLO, the problem with her concerto in the movie is completely unresolved.  I am unsatisfied with this portion of the movie.  BTW (that means “By the way”, mother), I would have painted flowers all over the wooden block Mr. Magorium gives Natalie’s character and used it as a doorstop instead of letting the block act as my impetus for imagination. 
  3. I am somewhat concerned about the small boy, Eric, who has no friends and collects hats.  Some of which, are pink.  I direct you to the scene in which Eric shows Jason Bateman’s character his collection.  Eric says that he has worn all of his hats.  Hmmmm…and he has no friends?  This issue is also NEVER RESOLVED.  They could have thrown a scene in there of another little boy or girl who comes in the store at the end and tells Eric that he/she likes his hat or, better yet, he/she is wearing a hat of his/her own – BAM! That’s what I call “resolution”, people.  ERIC SHOULD HAVE A FRIEND.  Please note that Natalie and Jason do not count as friends.  They are too old for him.
  4. Oh, Jason Bateman.  Secret crush of my life from the TV series The Hogan Family.  I am speaking directly to you, Jason: Always be funny.  It’s your thing.  The scene where you are pretending to be a dragon, somewhat funny, but more cute than funny.  I need you to be funny.

I have now convinced myself that I need my own morning show where I discuss movies.  Or maybe I can discuss movies AND be an ice cream taster.  Who doesn’t like movies and ice cream? 

TV Execs:  I await your call.

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