It appears that I am an unwitting fan of Pauly Shore movies. How could that be, you ask? A fan of the weasel? Seriously? I know, I know. It came as a bit of a shock to me too but what can I say. A quick rundown of his movies on imdb confirms my suspicion. Bio-dome-yes. Jury Duty-yes. In the Army Now-absolutely! And furthermore, he continues to endear himself with a quick cameo in one of my faves-Class Act, featuring Kid-n-Play back when Kid had the awesome foot-high flat top and not crappy braids. I'll understand if you want us to stop seeing each other but I hope we can still be friends.

A quick metro story for all you DC-philes. A woman was on the metro this morning and appeared to have a limp or something and walked with a cane but don't feel too sorry for her just yet because she was committing a cardinal sin of metro-riding. She had a rolling bookbag that was totally blocking half the car and gave anyone a dirty look just for brushing it as they walked by. Anywho, once we got to Dupont Circle (a very busy stop) some woman knocked it over on her way out and this lady just screamed at her "COW!" Sometimes I just love public transportation.

I got a lot of problems with you people and now you're gonna hear about them. Just kidding, I wanted to paraphrase Frank Costanza but the original line is so much better. Basically I have a few random things to discuss and they are in no particular order.

1. Why do all cabs in DC sound like they are a loose lugnut away from completely falling apart, cartoon-style, where the wheels come off and the body slams into the ground and the doors fall to the side? Seriously, they squeak like they're getting paid for every sound.

2. I was walking to work yesterday and one of the neighborhood homeless and/or crazy guys did the awesomest thing. He walked up to the storefront window of a Starbucks where several people were staring out while enjoying a latte and just stood there and stared at them. The people inside had no idea what to do so they just stared back. I half expected it to turn into some behavioral psychology experiment where the homeless guy lifted his right arm and his mirror images lifted their left arm as I imagine monkeys might do. But alas, they didn't. Yes, that's the whole story. What?!

3. KATE-if you're still reading this monstrosity---"Nicole 4-EVA"

4. Finally a big shout out to the Crane family for their continued support of my baby blog. Since my sister apparently isn't interested ("what's the address again"-Jennifer), it's nice to know someone's reading. Just for you, here's a little somethin' somethin'

That's right it's a kitty!!

Baxter, you are my little gentleman


It's so hot! Milk was a bad idea.


I don't know how to put this but I'm kind of a big deal

Just dropping in to relay to everyone that Footloose is possibly the greatest movie ever made. Why? For the following reasons:

1. It created its own universe. Doesn't it seem like some alternative dimension, what with the no dancing/no music (except apparently chamber music) rules?? And now, whenever a movie or show does something similar, you're like "that's just like Footloose!" Or at least I am. Shut up, you know you do it too.

2. The chicken fight scene for two reasons:
2a. First of all, there is a chicken fight scene. That alone catapults it into movie awesomeness. And also, it makes me think of the homage scene from Arrested Development where GOB and Buster chicken fight on tractors and they just clink together and that's the end of that.
2b. Before they start, 'Chuck', the not-Kevin-Bacon-guy in the fight, leans down and pushes play on the boombox to start the song "I need a hero." Because they couldn't have just played it in the movie without explaining why you're all of a sudden hearing it! It's not like we're familiar with the concept of a soundtrack or anything.

3. After the tractor melee, Kevin Bacon is getting crap from everywhere and has to get out of that repressive environment. So he heads straight down to the deserted factory. He can't take it anymore so he has a smoke and a beer and just dances it out like his life depends on it. And maybe it does friends, maybe it does.

And these are only from the 45 minutes of watching I did this afternoon. Imagine if I had sat through the whole thing!

So much for blog planning (I think I've just created the newest catch phrase!). There I was on Wednesday with my next entry all planned out. I step out of the office for 10 minutes to run errands, come back and my whole world is askew. First, Jessica and Nick are splitting up. Not that I care but it just proves my theory that tabloids are ALWAYS right about gossip, they're just ahead of the curve. Everything they say comes true eventually, which is why I am now going to subscribe to the National Enquirer. Why sift through the crap sections of other papers when I can go straight to the good stuff.

And THEN, Tom and Katie are having a freaking baby. Sooo weird. Maybe I've been watching LOST too long, but my theory on them is that she's not pregnant, it's all a ruse to make you think he has actually had sex with a woman since his first (and I'm guessing last) stab at heterosexuality. Come on Tom! You know it, I know it, coma patients know it. You're gay! Just own it already, yeesh. Come out on Letterman, make the obligatory cameo on Will & Grace and have at it. But if I have to sit through a year of pretense and posturing that he's been anywhere near a woman's reproductive system lately, there's no way in hell I'm going to see Mission Impossible 3. Unless Felicity is also starring in it. Or J.J. Abrams, Alias and LOST genius, is directing it. Damnit Cruise. You've won again. But seriously, step out of the Marc Jacobs heels and venture out of the closet. I betcha people will be distracted enough from the crazy scientology stuff to love you again. At least for a little while.

In other fascinating news, I moved yesterday! To a fabulous 2 bedroom apartment with deaf scheduler and all-around fun girl Shannon. I mean, she's not deaf, she schedules for deaf people. Or hearing-impaired??? Moving on...

My arms feel like they're going to fall off but I predict once everything is unpacked it'll be like paradise. With a balcony! And once everything's all neat and pretty I'll take pictures and put them up. Because I know you're dying to see them, right? Right!