Ok.
I’m going to submit a photo to this:
A new “planking” in the form of reenacting your favorite Jeff Goldblum pose.
But I need your help in deciding what photo to replicate.
Leave your choice in the comments!
Also, if anyone wants to help take the photo, that would be great. I can’t guarantee what will happen when I bring out the Goldblum Sexiness though. It might kill you.
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SXSW is fast approaching and everyone is talkin’ about their plans.
I haven’t RSVP’d for a single party.
This time of year equally attracts me and repels me. The prospects of running into old friends, seeing informative films, meeting interesting folks and watching Dave Foley piss on a wall make me giddy. The knowing that thousands upon thousands of assholes will also be piling into town, causing traffic, taking our parking spots and playing shitty music SCARES THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME.
I don’t know how I feel right now.
All I know is this…
double entendre
I felt compelled to make a Jeff Goldblum Valentine’s Day card today.
Ever since I was a little girl, I loved nerds.
The thicker the glasses they wore, the better. Even more attractive than coke bottles was social awkwardness. At eight years of age I loved my men weird and near-sighted.
When most of my peers were carrying notebooks featuring the profiles of NKOTB, I was doodling the name, “Mrs. Emmett Brown” over and over in my notebook. A few years later, I would lay my plastic figurine of Jeff Goldblum as Dr. Ian Malcolm on my pillow and whisper made-up paleontology talk in his dog-nibbled ear. At sixteen I would catch myself losing complete control of my bladder while watching David Byrne dance in the concert documentary Stop Making Sense. Every time he would flail his arms around or choreographically trip, I’d seal clap in delight.
Even now, my boyfriend is what I describe as a “nerdy cowboy.” Social discomfort is not something he suffers from, but what he lacks in awkwardness he makes up for in his math degree and his desire to move to space. (more…)
When I was a little girl, I spent a lot of time reading about celebrities. But not the ones plastered in the newsstand glossies. I liked the lesser known guys and gals, the supporting players, the B or C-listers. They were usually more interesting-looking or often stole the show from the main players. I wanted to know their back story. So when we first got the Internet, I spent hours reading IMDB. Then one day Wikipedia came along. I was in heaven! My Mom often said that if I spent as much time reading my school books as I did about Martin Short, I would have been valedictorian of my class. I guess I can pin all of my downfalls in life to Martin Short.
Even as a grown up, I still love reading about the underdogs. Here are some neat facts I’ve learned through the years about my favorite character actors. Some of these facts you may already know from reading past posts about my B-list movie star obsessions or maybe you’re just a smarty pants. Either way, I stay up on your favorite B-movie (more…)