It's a sad day for television. Well, OK, it’s a sad day for me. I viewed the first of the final three Pushing Daisies episodes today. And it was.....beautiful.
No, really.
It was like a Renoir, but with candy colored sets and dry wit matched by no one.

Oh, Lee Pace, I’m so sad. My wednesdsays will be so incomplete without your beautiful face. And, OK, your new movie is getting a direct to movie release, but I still love you! You, and your epic eyebrows.

Anna Friel, your so talented. I'm going to forgive you for being in a *vomit* Will Ferrel *vomit* movie. But hey! You have Breakfast at Tiffany's on the West End. You'll always have Tiffany's....
Chi McBride, your depection as Emerson is so clever/so witty/so awsome. And Kristin Chenoweth. Oh, Kristin. I'll miss your pint sized spunk and random songs.
I'm very sad.
Very, very, sad.

My New Favorite Songs (Otherwise known as, I'm too lazy to do a real post)

Northwestern Girls-Say Hi (Formerly known as Say Hi To Your Mom)

Suprisingly simplistic lyrics supplemented as Eric Elbogen croons "It must be in the air here"....over, and over and over. 

It should annoy me, and yet...

Hate-Cat Power

Gotta love Cat Power. This song is really sad and kind of desolate sounding, making the utterly hopeless lyrics all the more powerful.

Automatic Stop-The Strokes

Because nothing more than love. Julian Casablancas breaking it (not so) easy to a girl sounds so much better in this song than it does in real life. 

Machine Gun-Portishead

Portishead is a sexy band. This is a sexy song. But in of dark, and haunting way. Yay?

Kiss Me Again-Jessica Lea Mayfield

This girl has immense talent. This song is kind of lilting, might be classified country, might just be classified as awesome.  Sad and sassy and romantic at the same time.

Limit To Your Love-Feist

I adore Feist and this song in particular has been on repeat for days. Also, new favorite lyrics:

There's a limit to your love/like a waterfall in slow motion/like a map with no ocean

Vanished-Crystal Castles

In case you feel the need to dance about in your underwear to some amazing techno. What? I'm not the only one with that need.

....

Right?

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A delayed reaction to Prop. 8

I was traveling when I heard the news and didn't have access to a computer to post immediately:

It really saddens me that Prop. 8 has passed. It angers me, and, quite frankly, it makes me ashamed to be from California. I try to reason with why it passed, but it all just seems ludacrious to me.
One of the big issues with me is the “sanctity of marriage” bullshit. The sanctity of marriage was destroyed when the ability to get a drive through marriage came about. Marriage originated as a business transaction between two families, and then as a way to pass ownership of a woman from one man to another. It’s only in recent history that people have married for love. Some argue that allowing same-sex marriages is against God’s will. Well, I’m not religious, but didn’t God say love your neighbor? What happens if you’re neighbors gay. Also, shellfish! Aren’t you not allowed to eat shellfish? Or wear poleyester. Poleyester is a sin. So, all of y’all in your poleyester “Save the Children” “God Forbid We Catch the Gay” T-shirts? Yeah, you’re pissing god off too.
My theory is that these people, who use God as their arguments are afraid. They’re afraid because they don’t understand, and the unknown is scary. I acknowledge this. Thats is why I only shop at four stores. But fear turning in to hate is not OK. Thats what Prop. 8 is. It’s law sanctioned hate.

I’m not gay but many of my closests friends are. My best friend, who I love dearly, is the leader of her GSA and is in a loving relationship with an amazing girl. As angry as I am, I can’t begin to fathom what she’s feeling right now.
Eventually, gays and lesbians will get the right to marry. I know it, the LGBT community knows it, the conservatives know it, the people who voted yes on 8 know it. Everyone knows. Now it’s just a matter of when.

In a night time telly sort of way,

Or,
Why British TV Trumps American TV:
1. They don't skate around sex. Unless its ice skater sex. And then there's skating.
2. Bollocks, bloody, twat, tosser, shag, wanker, etc.
3. John Barrowman. 'Nuff said.
4. They have a strange obsession with asses (or, arses). Seeing Dev Patel in the buff put Slumdog Millionare in to a whole new light.
5. THEY CAN SAY FUCK!!!!
6a. The actors are well fit, yeah?
6b. And they say thing like well fit.

Movies I'm Physced to See and Why

Nine: I can't even begin to describe how amazing I think this is going to be. Four of my favorite actresses, plus Dame Judi Dench who defies any category, be it actress or goddess. And, I digress, it does look a little bit like an Italian Moulin Rouge!, minus Ewan. But hey, imitation is the best form of flattery!
Release Date: November 25, 2009

How To Be: No, I am not seeing this because of Robert Pattinson. So shut up. He's just an added bonus, 'kay? This movie looks like adorable, sweet, and I love the premise. And though I will have to sit through two hours of bowl cut heaven, it'll be worth it.
"I'm going through some sort of quarter life crisis."
Dude.
Join the club.
(Already in theaters)

Paper Heart: YAY MICHEAL CERA YAYAYAYAY! Plus, Charlyne Yi is like a little Asian dimply teddy bear of loveless joy. It's like, an indie kids guide to love on camera, but...not really. Sweet, savvy, and oh yeah, did I mention sweet?
(Release date August 7. 2009)

Julie & Julia: Let me start off by saying that I worship Amy Adams. Her performance in Sunshine Cleaners was just amazingly tender. Meryl Streep...I mean, no words. Amazing, amazing actress. So, basically not only does this movie involve cooking, but it's also an uplifting tale of passion, butter and chutzpah.
(Release date August 7. 2009)

Post Grad: Just from the trailer, I can tell that while it's not going to be Casablanca, it'll be a fun, frothy summer movie.
And there's a distinct possibilty I might cry. Oh, and excuse me while I squee over the thought of Alexis Bledel and Zach Gilford on screen...together.
SQUEEEEEEEE
(Release date August 21. 2009)

Whatever Works: Woody Allen is a god, and the tale of a sardonic New Yorker who talks to himself taking in a southern family is pure gold.
'Nuff said.
(Release Date: June 19. 2009)

Candy Girl

So I just bought Diablo Cody's book "Candy Girls: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper." today...and I finished it today too.
Ms. Cody details her year in the sex industry, not only as a stripper, but also as a live nude model and a sex phone operator. I thoroughly enjoyed the book, in large part because Cody's wit sparkles through what could be a routine tale about alt girl turned stripper.
Cody is so upfront and balls out (literally) about her experiences that you feel almost voyeuristic reading. In one scene, a fellow nude model unabashedly details to Cody her experience as a hooker. Its things like this, the in your face honesty, that sets the story apart.
Now, I'm a huge fan of Cody's screenplays. Juno had me practically on the floor, and the same pop savvy wit pops up in her book. While trying to describe the pains strippers go to to avoid a certain look she quips: "In direct opposition of the Swayze Mandate of 1987, everyone puts baby in a goddamned corner" Such sardonic wit wins mad points in my book.
Some feminists disdain appears towards the end of her book, but Cody remains other wise un-judgmental, and both reader and author get a happy ending bought with singles.

Solid A+