The Deserted Island Meme
I was tagged by Prunella
, which is dreadful because she's a tough act to follow. Nevertheless, I must answer the question, "if you were left alone on a deserted island, which celebrity would you choose to spend time with
?" Since Pru tagged me, I'm going to feel free to plagarize her a bit by not narrowing my answer down to one.
The choices:Lindsey Buckingham
. Like you didn't see this coming. I'm 44 years old which means I've been in a groupie state of mind for 40, yes, that's 40
years. I started at age 4 with The Monkees (and for the record, I liked Mickey and Mike, not that pansy Davey). I've had many, many rock star fantasy boyfriends over the years, but no one has managed to knock Lindsey out of his #1 position. He just does it for me.
For the purposes of this meme, the caveat here is that he'd have to have his guitar with him on the island and several sets of spare strings. Jon Hamm
. It's time for my weekly Mad Men pitch. If you're not watching this show, you're not only missing out on some straight-up first class programming, but perhaps more importantly, you are depriving yourself of the hotness that is Jon Hamm
I happened to catch him on Kimmel last night, and Jon's definitely the
rising star in the short-lived world of my celebrity crushes. (When's the last time you heard me mention Jake Gyllenhaal? It truly is a short-lived world.) Besides having rakishly good looks, he has that other
quality that I'm a sucker for... a deep smooth speaking voice. Listening to him talk is the aural equivalent of eating fine dark chocolate.
As opposed to Lindsey, here's one you probably didn't
see coming... John C. McGinley
, or as I like to call him, Dr. Cox
. I think for the sake of the meme, I might need him to actually be in character on the island. It's Perry Cox I've got the hots for, plus, it would be good to have a physician on staff in case I come down with malaria or something. But let's face it, Johnny C. is
the man who made Cox Cox. I love his swagger, I love his neurotic narcissism, I love his brains, I love his sarcasm, and I love his tough-guy-with-a-heart-of-gold routine. Oh, Dr. Cox, why can't you be real and living here in Long Beach, California? The Professor from Gilligan's Island.
Smart, charming, hard-working, makes radios out of coconuts and laboratories out of straw and bamboo, what's there not to love about The Professor? He'd be our best chance for rescue, and failing that, he'd be fun to have around for some intellectual banter. And maybe I could succeed where Ginger and Mary Ann fell short. The seduction of The Professor is still up for grabs.
So this was fun, and now I have the delicious task of tagging others. Here they are: Ffleur
, and Norm
I'm leaving tomorrow to visit my mother for the long weekend, and I'll be back sometime next week. Pray my cramps are gone by the time I board the airplane in the morning. I hate flying enough as it is, and the idea of running around airports changing planes (can't fly direct to where she lives) while my midsection is on fire is enough to fill my heart with darkness.
Our bloggger friend, Ryan
, is currently training for the California International Marathon? He's part of the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society’s Team in Training and needs our help sponsoring him. The prize? The satisfaction of knowing you've helped find a cure for blood cancers. Click here
to donate. There's a link up in my sidebar, too. The marathon is December 2. Good luck, Ryan!
Another Reason to Watch Mad Men
I'm 99 percent sure I've posted this shot before, but it bears repeating. Eugene Edwards
(the guy in the red shirt) is going to be on Mad Men tonight playing "Ian, a 1960 Greenwich Village folk singer." What a happy coincidence for me as I'm a big fan of both. Eugene is super-talented, so watch for him. The show airs on AMC at 10:00 p.m.
Guess Where LA
One of the features I enjoy on Flickr is that there are groups you can add your photos to including a group called Guess Where LA. (There are Guess Where ::fill in city here:: groups for all over the world, not just Los Angeles.)
This is my latest entry to the Guess Where LA group. I absolutely love this building. It's famous in its neighborhood, but I'm not sure how well-known it is outside of the general vicinity in which it resides.
I'm giving extra brownie points to anyone who can name the building, too.
WIP* - Baby Blanket
The baby is born, and I'm going to visit my mother over Labor Day, so my goal is to get this baby blanket finished before I leave. I'm a little further along than what is pictured here.
*WIP = work in progress
It was long overdue, but I finally updated my Flickr page (and upgraded to a pro account). I added a couple pictures of some of my beadwork, Venus being an example. If you are curious about what I do other than knit, head on over and check it out (the picture is clickable).
Next Week on Mad Men
Last night's episode of Mad Men did not disappoint. In fact, it was quite delicious. I believe it was a major metaphoric moment for Don Draper when the horseshoe on his award turned upside down as I am guessing his good luck is about to do the same. And was it just me, or did anyone else think he was packing heat in his briefcase when he went to see Adam? This preview for next week's episode is delightfully subversive.
Speaking of subversion, but on more ghetto level, for some reason I've been watching Rock of Love with Bret Michaels on VH1 this summer. Anyone else doing the same? Or what about HGTV's Design Star? Design Star is surely less trashy than Rock of Love, and last year's winner is doing well (his show was renewed). I'm invested in both until the end. I tuned into that Scott Baio show a couple times, too, but it was actually worse than expected.
A guy I know who plays drums in an insanely superlative Beatles cover band just sent me this link. Maybe you've already heard of Beatallica, but they are new to me. They play Beatles' songs in the style of Metallica. It's strangely entertaining. Here's their myspace
and their website
. (Ffleur - I know you'll dig this.)
I'm a medical transcriptionist, and for reasons too inconsequential to go into, I am fluent in every medical specialty except radiology. Which is why today while transcribing a neurosurgical consultation, I gave pause when the physician dictated something that sounded exactly like "scat films." Not being overly familiar with radiology, I didn't know if "scat" in this case was short-hand for something like "scatter" (a common term in radiology), but my perusal of the usual literature and resources didn't support the context I needed. As you might expect, googling "scat films" brought up exactly what I expected it to, none of it being strictly medical (and don't say I didn't warn you if you're off to google it now). And before I became the laughing stock of Neurosurgery at my hospital, I opted to leave a blank in my report, something I'm loathe to do. Good thing I did, I later found out that the word I was searching for was "scout films." Sometimes it pays to be a good editor, like when physicians dictate something that means "pus-like" but they create a fake work that can only be spelled like this: "pussy."
Today's the first day since Tuesday I haven't had a fever, and oh my goodness, it's pure heaven to feel normal again.
An Addict's Lament
I've been under the weather all week. It started Tuesday when I was thinking to myself, "I need a new desk chair, this one is getting really uncomfortable." In actuality, the body aches were setting in. I had a sore throat by Wednesday morning which was only worse come Thursday. On Friday, I finally went to see the doctor who actually grimaced upon viewing my pharynx. He's treating me presumptively for Strep throat, and I started antibiotics the same day. Last night, I was miserable. Honestly, I feel like I've swallowed a dozen razor blades, it hurts so badly. Which brings me to my real
problem, how do I get my intake of caffeine if I can barely swallow? You see, I'm a coffee addict. I don't drink tons of it, although I used to. I've managed to cut down on my habit considerably, but I still can't shake my daily fix. If I don't get my hit every morning, I'll have a screaming headache by noon. And that would only compound my ailments (like when they tried to weigh me at the doctor's office and I told them, "look, I feel bad enough already," and refused to step on the scale). So it's pushing 10:00 a.m., and even though coffee sounds terrible to me right now (and a caffeinated soda sounds worse), I knew I had to somehow choke down a cup. I'm doing just that - iced - as I sit here typing this, knowing that as soon as I'm finished, I'll move this party to the living room where you'll fine me supine the rest of the day.
Beating That Horse To Death
Here's another reason I love Mad Men. Jon Hamm as protagonist Don Draper fans the flame of my raging libido. Good lord, this man is handsome as all hell.
Stylistically, the show is rich. The sets, costumes, hair, and makeup are superb. Here's Draper with one of his clients with whom he shared a hot kiss on the roof of her department store this past week.
No Wonder I'm Struggling
Forbes just published an article
declaring Los Angeles to be the least
affordable housing market in the country. That's right, LA is less
affordable than NY and San Francisco. I believe it, too, and I'm speaking from experience. My nose is in the multiple listings every single day.
Here are the rankings of the top 5 cities with the least affordable housing markets in the U.S.:
1. Los Angeles
2. San Francisco
3. San Diego
4. New York
I met with a lender this week and had my budget firmly established. If my budget went up to $2 million, I'd snatch this masterpiece
up in a heartbeat. Be sure to take the photo tour and check out the details in all the pictures... the windows, the floors, the ceilings, the woodwork, the arches, the fixtures, the tile, the doors. This amazing house is not only in a beautiful neighborhood
, it's one block from the beach. It's a total dream house.
Anyone seen this hot new show yet? Set in 1960, it's entirely un
-PC. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when they showed a kid playing in a plastic dry cleaners bag and the mother scolded her leaving the clean clothes on the floor. Oh no she didn't
! The question is, have we really changed that much, or do we just hide it better now? Episode #3 airs tonight at 10:00 p.m. on AMC.
UPDATE: Here's a write-up
about Mad Men rich in description that will tell you a lot more about it than I did above.