Up in the Air vs. Up in the Air vs. Up in the Air

Have you seen the movie "Up in the Air" yet? I saw it back in the middle of December.

It was AMAZING. I absolutely loved it. ManLosch and I went with another couple (T& Eddie) when we were in Miami. We walked out and Eddie said, "MAN! That was depressing." I said, "I loved it!" Maybe because I ride the pessimistic wave of life, I tend to relate to things like that. Either way, I loved it. I loved it so much that I had to read the book. "Up in the Air" is based off the book by Walter Kirn with the same title. I bought it 2 days later.

I NEVER say that I like the movie better than the book....but the book SUCKED. Maybe it's because I was expecting something closer to such an awesome movie, but the only things that I felt matched were the characters names and the main characters job. That was about it. The relationship between George Clooney and Vera Farmiga's characters were COMPLETELY different from the movie to the book. I was not feeling the book...which is a big surprise for me.

Now the soundtrack? Tramazing. I love it. As ManLosch would call it, "Hey, I like that hippie crap you listen to."

Why You Should Watch "It's Always Sunny...."

Waldo, you disappoint....

here's to the future... i need to be fearless.

Ariana Muffington

So my amigo J at work likes to call me Arianna Muffington now...because I write...and somehow, we got into a conversation about the fact that Scott Brown has a muff. Don't ask. Just see our online conversation below(some of the conversation was removed as it was not relevant and it was him sending me links for black tacos at Taco Bell).....

J: i may stay late tonight beyootch

this is brittney

Lex: LOL

ok

im here until 7:15, i have yoga

and then im coming in early tonight

J: lol

coming in early tonight?

ya crazy skank

Lex: sorry

tomorrow

shut ur face dirty whore

J: i sent a picture of scott brown from cosmo to beilman

Lex: WHY?

thats mean

J: he has a HUGE bush in the pic

Lex: WHAT????

J: HUGE!

MUFF!

Lex: thats gross

J: lol

i'm going to print it out and put it on your desk

and call you the new blogger "Arianna Muffington"

"the muff post"

Lex: ew

omg

ew

J: lol!

Lex: for someone who likes men, you are obsessed with muff

J: it's a man muff

Lex: what the fuck is a man muff?

J: a man bush

mangina

a "mussy"

Lex: that sounds stank. like basement stank.

J: lol

i sent you the scott brown pic

to your e-mail

Lex: im not opening it now

J: ok

Lex: i'll open it at 5:30

J: that's why i e-mailed it to you

ok enough bush talk

Lex: go do some work

J: peace out Ariana Muffington

Lex: yo mama

Hope For Haiti

I'm watching Hope for Haiti right now. Most memorable things?

Brad Pitt's goat beard, that apparently according to ManLosch used to have a bead in it.
Stevie Wonder saying "A whole lotta littles makes a whole lotta lots." C'mon Stevie.

Now up until Wyclef Jean (who is performing now), this thing has been a DUD. I feel like I've been at a funeral the whole time. Yes, I understand that it's a somber time, but that means it calls for something uplifting! To give me more hope that they're going to find more people alive. Wyclef at least put a little back into it and made me feel the true spirit of Haiti.

Anyway, now onto 20/20, whose biggest stories after Hope for Haiti are teens who work at Starbucks being sexually harrassed at work and Lady Gaga pushing the limits..........WHAT?

Stop It

Dear Yogis and Yogettes,

Please STOP clapping after we finish yoga!!!! Like I'm not even joking. Stop. It's just weird.

Sincerely,
Concerned yogette-in-training
Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone with SprintSpeed

Grubbin'

Wanna know just how awesome my in-laws are? Let me tell you:
They bought me a membership to Grub Street in Boston!

What is Grub Street you might ask? Ahh, well let me tell you what Grub Street is dear amigos and amigas. It's an organization for writers in Boston. I can sign up for writing classes and get a discount, use their downtown facilities to write and use their free wireless, take out books, get free publications, discounts at indie bookstores, and much more. I'm so excited for this packet to come in the mail with my membership that I keep checking the mailbox for it.

My hope is that this membership will motivate my ass to seriously write this year. I got the perfect jumpstart with my summer writing class, but now I need to get moving with it. You heard it here first kids. Well maybe not first, but you heard it! Can't wait for the mail to come....cmon cmon cmon!!

The Rabbit!

And no, not that kind of rabbit (not the kinky kind).

Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

One of the best movies ever. Sorry. And I'm really not kidding. I LOVE this movie. It's on right now on HBO. I remember seeing this movie in the theatre with my dad when it came out, so naturally, this movie holds a little significance for me. I remember getting the talking Roger Rabbit doll from him where you pulled the string and he said "I know it's raining cats and dogs but I just stepped on a pooooooodle."

"I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way."
"Shave and a haircut.......TWOOO BIIIIIIIIIITS!!!!"

Groundbreaking stuff guys. One of the first live action and animation movies. It's like watching an animated film noir comedy. It's got all of the right elements. It's perfect. I'm gushing. I'm sorry. Hard to believe I still don't own it huh? :-)

Annnnnd back to the movie and my dessert.....

We're Getting A....Pony?

ManLosch and I went to Mass this morning (big surprise, right? well I didn't go last week, so HA! take that). While we're kneeling before it started, I look up and see this very large stuffed pony. Like this little girl was allowed to bring a rideable stuffed pony to Mass. So I whispered to ManLosch, "Did you see the pony?" He's like, "Yes. Srsly? Yes." I couldn't help but track the pony throughout Mass, and I noticed at one point it was being passed down the pew, mosh pit style. We're kneeling again and I tap ManLosch and say, "Do you see it? Jikajgrnkjarng, did you see it!?" He laughs. So I say, "I want one." And the following whispered conversation (while the priest is going through all the parts of Mass) ensues:
ManLosch: Okay, I'll buy you one. But a real one.
Me: I don't want a real one. I want a stuffed one.
ManLosch: No, I'm going to get you a real one. A real pony.
Me: What am I supposed to do with a real pony?
ManLosch: Ride it in the streets. Duh.
Me: Where?? We have a car for that.
ManLosch: What do you think people used in colonial America? How did they get around? Right. Pony.
Me: But where do I park it?
ManLosch: In the driveway.
Me: In the driveway? Next to the rest of the cars? So what happens when the pony gets pissed and kicks the cars? What do you tell the other drivers?
ManLosch: You shouldn't have parked your car next to my pony.

We laugh for a little while because I think for a minute, we forgot we were at Mass. We continue:
Me: Well do you get it inspected like a car? Like how do you take it for an emissions test?
ManLosch: Easy. Take it where you normally take cars.
Me: But how do they test the pony?
ManLosch: Amount of manure it produces. Easy. C'mon.
Me: Okay, well how do you register it?
ManLosch: DMV. Put the license plates on the tail.
Me: Okay, so I'm just supposed to ride this pony to and from work? To the store? Everywhere, all year long?
ManLosch: Yup.
Me: What about when it gets cold?
ManLosch: Again, what did they do during colonial times? Layer up.
Me: What happens when I need to park and it's municipal parking? You know, where you put the ticket in the dashboard to show exactly when you parked? What do I do with the pony?
ManLosch: Tape the ticket to the saddle.

So I'm laughing all the way down the aisle to get my Jeezit and ManLosch leans in behind me and makes a horse noise as we pass the stuffed pony. Once Mass is over and we walk out to the packed parking lot, he tells me one last thing:
ManLosch: See? Wouldn't it be nice if you could walk out of Mass and have your pony just waiting for you? Hmm?.