Ks Are Wild

Some wonderfully delightful swear words and idioms have colored our speech since becoming acquainted with several different tv series.  First Deadwood had us calling each other “cocksucker”/ frequently with a bad Chinese accent.  Then Battlestar Galactica elicited a plethora of “frack”s from us, and was paid tribute with its very own Easter egg dyed with that word on it (now, a yearly tradition).  Spartacus: Blood and Sand can be thanked for our new curse obsession, “Jupiter’s cock!!”  When something is surprising, goes awry, or screwed up, this must be said with great gusto and given hard “c” and “k” sound in order to get it just right.  It made me guffaw when I first heard it and just plain makes me giggle.

I just googled it up for the etymology and found a drinking game of it in the urban dictionary:

A drinking game played while watching the Starz TV Series, “Spartacus: Blood and Sand”. Each time the word “cock” is spoken, everybody must drink a shot. As a kicker, when the words, “Jupiter’s Cock”, is spoken, everybody must do a double shot.

Seeing as how there’s a lot of “cock”s mentioned during each episode, I can see why this would work as a drinking game.

I think it was an expression coined by the writers of the show without etymological foundation.

By the way, unlike Deadwood, Battlestar, and Rome, this would not be a show I recommend to many.  The first two episodes are atrocious and it’s bloody as hell.  Makes True Blood look tame.  It’s sort of like a cheesy ass male-fantasy only version of Rome without the anal attention to historical detail with the look and slow-mo battle violent nature of 300 a.d.  But I REALLY enjoy looking at the women’s costumes.  Man I wish I could sew.  I also wished I could look as good and perky in those toga gowns as they do.

Being that the crux of the show is about the Gladiators; the one dubbed “Spartacus” in particular; I suppose I should bother to actually post at least one visual for why both sexes and multiple-sexualities have been attracted to the show.  Lots of bodies to view in this show; the dead and the very much alive – sweating, fighting, bleeding, and/or copulating.

As for the men, I guess I’m partial to Doctore myself.  I think his beauty has been under-appreciated by the public.

Should I bother to put a preview?

I had not intended to be about Spartacus, merely about the curse from it.  But since I’ve already talked so much about the show…I want to warn anybody who may watch it – the first few episodes are dreadful.  I can’t control the groans and eye rolling during some of the lines, their poor delivery, and plot predictability.  However, that said, it really does get much better.  If I had Tevo I would blast through the fight scenes – which in my humble opinion are way too numerous, ridiculously unrealistic and over-dramatized, and tediously drawn out.   And yet, I still watch it.  There’s something there besides the hot bodies and beautiful[ly garbed] women.  They are just working out their look and tone of it still.  OH, and Viva Bianca plays the bitchiest twisted bitch with a capital “B” as “Ilithyia”.  Yowsers!!!!!!!!!  You can see what I mean just by these 2 pictures:

Kham and I watched 500 days of Summer the other day for a light movie fare.

I love Zooey Deschanel, her voice, her quirky personality, and her retro vibe.  I cut Kosette some bangs on the 4th of July.  Turns out I gave her the same cut as Ms. Deschanel herself, but it was subconcious I swear!

As usual, we would’ve changed the ending.  But Kham and I do that a lot, mentally reconstruct endings of films.  I enjoyed watching it mainly because I enjoyed watching her and Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

Who DIDN’T like him in 3rd Rock from the Sun?

And I am glad for his professional successes.  It’ll be fun to see him fight his way in to the in-crowd of young Hollywood “it” actors.  But to me, he’ll always be the polite, little boy in my piano class and Kelli’s drama class lisping, and squeaking (his voice was starting to change), his way through “Wells Fargo Wagon” from Music Man (we have photos and videos somewhere).  He was shy when you spoke with him but then would come alive on stage.  He so obviously LOVED performing and lacked visible nerves.  He stole the “show”.  But watching him grow up is making me aware of my aging as well.  Yikes.  I hope he’s retained some of that sweetness.  Here’s them doing a fun little music video for the movie but I think it shows some of his yet-untapped talent:

Kosette and I have enjoyed watching and listening to clips of her singing on YouTube.  I’d like to get her album one of these days.  She’s part of a duo called “She & Him”.  It’s sweet and syrupy and fun.  Good summer listening.  Here’s Zooey in her own video for She and Him for the same song as above.  I love the vintage look of it.

When I was in Jr. High, Twin Peaks came out.  Yes, that dates me.  I was shocked to hear on NPR that it recently celebrated its 20th anniversary.  My Lord has it really been that long?!  It was a sensation back then.

The infamous “dirty” book – the murdered girl, Laura Palmer”s diary, circuited my Lutheran school’s classrooms behind textbooks to every student’s delight and teacher’s horror.  Many were confiscated but not before our innocent little brains were enlightened.  But I didn’t watch the show.   (Another thing that didn’t make me popular with my peer group – that, and not liking New Kids on the Block)

Sure, I caught a couple snippets here and there sometimes but it went against my personal policy of never watching a series out of order.  I’m anal that way.  And plus, it was so avante-gard and twisted and complicated, I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on.  I think it also competed with some other show I watched or maybe it was on a weekday.   Or maybe I was just to friggin’ square to appreciate something so cool and dark.

So when I heard it discussed at length on NPR, I wanted to give it another try.  My friend Michelle, had the whole first season on dvd so I borrowed it and watched it while I was sick.  I figured maybe I’d find it more intriguing now that I’m older, wiser (ahem), and my horizons have been broadened with experience.  I love foreign and independent films so I thought I’d like it now.

I was wrong.  I’m still too square or not as artsy as I’d hoped.  I couldn’t even make it through two entire episodes and found it absolute torture.  EXCEPT, the two things I already knew:

ONE:  Sherilyn Fenn is sexy as hell in this and could turn the straightest of women!  Of course, she was gorgeous and positively exuded sex from her every poor, but she so perfectly portrayed a young woman practically drowning in her own carnal desires….

TWO:

The music is the best thing about the show, in my humble opinion.  The soundtrack by Angelo Badalamente is INCREDIBLE!!  In fact, I heard the theme song and bought the cd on that alone!  That was a lot of babysitting money to fork over back then.

Sidenote: I put “The Nightingale” (my faire nickname) by Julee Cruise  on the first mixed tape I ever made for Kham.

It’s another one of  those “I-can’t-believe-I’m-posting-this” posts:

I’m a Gleek; a latebloomer (lack of tv), but instant fan.  And I couldn’t figure out how I knew of Matthew Morrison.  Yeah, I knew Broadway, but where exactly.  Turns out, I was most familiar with him in the Disney special adaptation of Once Upon a Mattress with Zooey Deschanel, Carol Burnett, and Tracy Ulman.

Well, I just couldn’t stop from searching out clips of him from there.

Well, here’s one that I was most definitely NOT expecting.  Turn your sound way down.  I can’t believe I sat through some person’s shaky cell phone capture.  But it Morrison doing “the Humpty Hump” sure did make me smile in this Broadway Bares 18, an annual benefit for Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS.  And it certainly made me like him all the more.

But wait!  Here’s one from a different angle, straight on, with the whole skit.  Sorta worth it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QycWxUsAsM0

This looks like the BEST fundraiser to attend.  So much fun.

Bleh, I just feel dirty for posting that.  It’s like reading and spreading tabloid crap, or eating a candy bar.  It tasted really good at the time but now I just feel guilty.

Let me try to redeem myself by making up with something of substance….of quality….because that’s what Matthew Morrison is, not just a yummy morsel I’d like to devour…well, that too.  Figuratively, of course.  His voice is perfect for this South Pacific role.

On a side note, I can’t believe we’re the same age.  So much for my older man fantasy

This is now an older story (from the beginning of the school year but it’s still cute so I’m going to tell it anyway).

Kosette’s first days of school didn’t quite go as anticipated.  She sighed dramatically when asked about school, “I don’t want to talk about it.”  More prompting from me.  “Booooooorrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnggg  All they do is read and write!!  All day long.  Write, write, write.”

She switched the next day from being the excited, never-look-back girl (I kid you not – preschool and kindergarten she disappeared and wanted me to do the same when emotional mommy went back in to get her last hug), to dragging her heels and asking if she had to go.  It was sad to see, actually.  Really, I think it was just her getting used to that transition from super-fun low-expectations lots of music to having to do actual work.  This continued on for weeks.  I was beginning to get nervous.

But then, one day, while talking to Kellen in the bathtub, Kham overheard her say that she “I’m in love with Parker”.  I was sitting at the computer just a room a way with the door open and that made me stop in my tracks.  Kham asked my question, “What did you just say?”  “That I love a boy.”  Well I just had to come down the hallway for this little conversation.  “Of course you do, honey.  Kellen is your brother.  He’s family.  You can LOVE family.  But “love” is a very strong word and it’s not something that we want to throw around and waste on just anyone.   Wait until you think this might be the one you marry and you have to be at least 25.  But you can say ‘I LIKE Parker’.  That’s okay.  So…who is Parker.”  Turns out he’s a 5th grader!!!!!  Ruh-Roh!   If she’s anything like her mommy, we’re in trouble.  Next thing I knew she was excited to go to school again….to see Parker.  She actually saved her chocolate square of dessert and put it in her bookbag to give to Parker.  Ack!

I had one of these moments when I heard the initial bathtub love disclosure:

I wish someone had uploaded a bigger clip of the scene, but you can seen what I’m talking about.

Father of the Bride – Another movie I love.  The house looks like mine growing up, the yard, the neighborhood, the crazy outgoing Dad named George who loves his daughter and family and home to death and wants to see their dreams come true, and loves spoiling them with family experiences like concert tickets.  I’m going to have to watch that again.  Too bad it’s on VHS.  I don’t even know if my machine works up here anymore.  It groans like it needs to be “put down” like a horse.

Anyhooo, it was Parker this and Parker that for months!  Kham actually met the dude for a second.  Said he had a swarm of little girl followers.  Weird.  What Kosette has said, what little info. she’s revealed hasn’t necessarily yielded the best picture, but she’s not exactly someone you’d go for for a whole story.  Anyway, it gaves us a quick heart attack and an early taste of our future life of wanting to check this guy out.  I gave the quick, “whatever you do don’t poo–poo the guy off the bat or she’ll just rebel” speech.  Daddy might be the cool one now, but mommy might have to be the mediator when we hit the day-to-day stuff in teenager-ville.

For now, I’m going to soothe those nerves with memories of her saying “bemember” for remember tonight.  She’s still just 6, she’s just six, just six, 4 more years until the crazies begin.  I had better enjoy and document them more while they last.  Kosette’s first crush = Parker.  Whoever he is.  I should have somebody point him out to me one day.

but did you know that Kelli and I were on a Dolly Parton Christmas special when I was in the 6th or 7th grade?  Yes indeedy.  No, I’m not shitting you.  Yes, Kelli, some hardcore Dolly fan finally ripped it up onto YouTube.  I’m the girl in the blue dress with the crimped hair decorating the Christmas tree and Kelli, I think is across the room at a table of toys.  (Hey Kriste, one up me on this one!)  How’d this all come to pass?  Well, our next door neighbor was the music director and I went to school with his son (I had a crush on him FOREVER.  He’s the one in the green sweater they show a lot at the table to the right).  He knew that we sang and invited us to join the children’s ensemble.  The couple weeks it took to do this, paid for much of my high school graduation trip horseback riding in Ireland.

Dolly Parton is inextricably linked with Christmas for me just for that reason; that and washboards.  I adore Dolly.  I have always loved 9 to 5 (own it) and I, like the rest of the world find her an incredibly talented songstress and smart business woman.  Loving Dolly is yet another thing I have in common with much of the gay community.  She was the nicest, and sweetest, and most polite lady.  She seemed to genuinely love kids and want them there, and if it weren’t for having to do actual work, I think she would have visited with us more.  And I’m telling you, she is so teeeeeeeeeny in person.  Her waist and hips were like a corseted victorian.  She wore knee high red boots with stiletto heels and she still must’ve only made 5’1.  Her nails were those crazy long fake curly acrylics in a Jungle Fever red polish.  Come to think of it, Kristen Chenowith would be perfect to cast as her if they ever did a bio pic on her life.  She’s a little country, she’s teeny tiny, could have big hair, widish smile, firecracker personality, seems super nice, and big boobs to boot.

It was one of the few times Kelli and I got along; even friendly to one another.  We were both so new and shy around all these kids that were so familiar and at ease on the set and the process.  It was a really neat experience to have as a kid.  We got to see the production tricks (taking an inside tour of the Punky Brewster set and meeting Soleil Moon Frye in Brownies because one of the parents wrote for it doesn’t count):

Like ice skating on set – the actors skated around on this white, acrylic fiberglass piece with mounds of batting spray painted with additional textured clumps around the perimeter.

And snow – it was like shredded white plastic grocery bags shaking out of big machines in the ceiling.  That I remember well, because I accidentally inhaled a piece

And the fact that we were filming in early fall, which, in LA, is some of the hottest weather.  Which meant we were dressed up in fluffy winter clothes with scarves, ear muffs, turtlenecks and mittens, on a set with lots of very hot lights pointed at you.  I now always feel sorry for actors I see portraying a winter scene obviously using a sound stage.

The Mac guy seemed grumpy, and Burl Ives (WOW!  I can’t believe I got to sing with Burl Ives.) was old so he disappeared any time he wasn’t needed for a scene like it was hard on him.

And animal trainers in the wings calling out commands to their reindeer.

And the people hiding under tables and couches with monitors working all the large puppets.  That was really fun to see and watch their process.  Seeing everything backwards and upside down – that’s talent.  I forgot which celebrity it was, but I once watched an interview with them saying NO way would they go on Sesame Street, which seemed like a totally rude response.  But then they explained themselves saying that they wouldn’t want knowing too much disillusion the magical place and characters that they had watched their entire lives.  That was one mystery they wanted to keep.  I can totally see that.  Another actor spoke about Mr. Snuffaluffagus hanging from the ceiling and some of the “cool” things that they saw in the inner workings of “the Street.”

And the magical ginormous costume department………yeah, the costume lover in me LOVED that!  Tons of clothes to choose from.  I felt like orphan Annie walking around and singing “I think I’m going to like it here” while all the maids and servants carry her around the palatial mansion on their shoulders and parade a new wardrobe before her eyes and fluff her pillows and lofty quilt, all the while singing “I’m very glad we have a little girl…”

And the hair department….I’ll never forget THAT moment.  Walking down the long white hallway seeing a door ajar on my right, slowing my gait so that I could get a gander at what mysteries would be revealed inside that room only to find a long table with elevated foam heads with extremely large, curly, blonde wigs displayed.  There were practically spotlights on them.  I think that was the most surprising thing of all to me.  I knew that Dolly had fake boobs and nails and wore lots of makeup but I didn’t know she had fake hair and false eyelashes too!!!

I find it amazing how I can’t remember at what age my daughter took her first steps (that’s numbers, my brain doesn’t retain those.  I had to write all that stuff down in the baby journal), but I still remember all the lyrics to “I’ll be Home with Bells on!”

We also did studio work later that involved standing in a small closet sized room looking up at a mic and laughing on cue.  Ah, laugh tracks.

We must’ve come home and talked up a storm over dinner.  Both Kelli and I would’ve liked to have done more but I don’t think it occurred to us to even ask.  I guess we both felt it would be impolite and a faux pas; that if people liked us enough, thought we were good enough, we would be invited back.  Guess we weren’t aggressive enough in nature and too naive.  My dad never pushed us, although he had some serious contacts.  I think it’s funny still, that we just never thought to ask.  My dad was surprised when I told him years back about that regret.  He shook his head, dismayed, because he had never thought to ask us.  He figured if we really liked the experience, we would bug him more about it.

Kelli, don’t kill me!  But it suddenly dawned on me the other night that that might be somewhere in YouTube land and I looked it up for kicks.  Then it got me thinking…and then I just had to share my thoughts.  That is the point of this blog, right?

On New Year’s Eve, Kham and I were partying like it was 1999, because it was, when all of a sudden Kham pulled me into my friend’s kitchen and started reciting the final scene of When Harry Met Sally, my favorite movie.  And I know I looked at him like I was nuts, and I know that my forehead/nose creased as I scrunched up trying to figure out why he was saying those lines and wondering when on earth he had learned them…had I really watched the movie so excessively that he had picked up Harry’s entire monologue?  Then I cocked my ear and head when I heard someone (Beth!) hush partygoers in the other room with a loud, “Shhh, Kham’s going to propose!”  And I turned back to him and refocused my attention – hoping that she was right, fearing that she was wrong, not trusting her assessment, not thinking that she was in on it, feeling mad at her for getting my hopes up like that and we were going to have to explain to a room full of drunk people that Kham was just being sweet and romantic and quoting my favorite movie back to me in the privacy of a kitchen so we could have our own New Year’s kiss unobserved.

So, when Kham smoothly knelt down on one knee and asked me to share the rest of my life with him, because, “when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start – as soon as possible.”  I had to ask him, “Are you serious?”  (This was the man, after all, who said outright that there was no chance in hell he was ever getting married again.  He was damaged goods and wouldn’t make anyone a good husband. – What can I say?  I guess I like a challenge.)  When he switched to “Kari, will you please do me the honor of marrying me?” I knew he was serious.  Well, that and the fact that he had gently pulled my hand out and held aloft the ring I had so admired from the artist at the Renaissance Faire (a twining two piece ring with a round diamond coming out of a 3 dimensional rose bloom as if it were a drop of dew).  Of course I said yes.  In fact, that’s about what I said, “Yes, of course I will.”  But I couldn’t resist the smiling “took you long enough!” elbow dig (Really only 3 1/2 yrs. but it felt like forever).

What can I say but I guess I like a challenge?  Or maybe, One woman’s trash is another woman’s treasure?  Or, I knew that whole “why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free” is just parental propaganda!”?  Whatever the case, I guess for me, choosing a husband is like choosing a Christmas Tree.  I like a little bit of the Charlie Brown factor, the underdog, the one was perfectly good, if not grand, but got overlooked by most.  Kham, you are my goldmine of a husband and my ultimate bargain shopping score and often a tremendous challenge.  I think I got the sweeter end of the deal. poor thing.  Sometimes for you, I’m sorry that it had to be me.  But once you create two wondrous and beautifully hearted and bodied children with me, help me through labor and delivery, provide me with a lovely home, scrape the ice from my windshield, warm my frosty toes in bed, helps me find my fallen glasses or misplaced coffee, and eat practically everything I ever cook for you even when I, myself, wouldn’t dare eat it, well.. you loved me, you wanted me, and now you’re stuck with me forever and ever.  So there!  You are still the last person I want to talk to before I go to bed at night.  Thanks Babe, for a wonderful memory and an interesting tale to tell to our children and the blogosphere.  You make it impossible for me to hate you.  You see what I did?  I can’t take it back now because it’s already out there.

I know, I know, MORE Carpenters.  But I can’t help it.  Her version is just the best to my ears.  I love it.  The Ella Fitzgerald would have to be my second favorite in this case.  I happen to really love this song, period.

Betcha haven’t seen this version of What’re you Doin’ New Year’s with Rufus Wainwright and Boy George live in concert!:

As I blast through my old drafts, I see that I didn’t follow-up on how Kosette’s and Mommy’s Night of Fun went, when we attended OSU’s production of Pirates of Penzance.  It was great fun for both of us.  She was so excited, ate her dinner speedily and with no whining so we could leave sooner.  She wanted to “dress up fancy” and borrow my pearls.  After having received a brand new fairy doll that day in the mail, she insisted that “Jasmine” come along too.  So off we went to OSU’s Whitycombe Hall theatre, just the two of us, dressed “fancy” (for Corvallis).

As we waited in line to pick up our tix from will-call, lots of people smiled as they spotted her, the only 6 year old in a crowd of grown-ups, “dressed up”, wearing her mommy’s pearls, clutching her fairy doll.  I got approving looks and nods from some of the older crowd as if they were telling me how great they thought it was that I was exposing a new generation to the pleasures of musicals and live theatre.  I was filled with pride; not with myself for the exposure, but because my daughter already had heard the music and WANTED to come; not HAD to come.  Once inside, and our seats found, Kosette grew quiet and she just looked all around, studying things.

I was dying to know what she was thinking but allowed her her moment to just sit, and absorb, and process this new experience.  Finally, I talked to her about what to do if she needed to use the restroom and refreshed her memory on what we had discussed in the car ride over about what was appropriate theatre behavior.  This talking jogged her into formulating questions from her observations from inside the theatre, and they just burst forth in an endless stream like water released from a dam.  It was fascinating and amusing to see what she had noticed, what made an impression on her, such as light placement, orchestra members, stagehands in black, people standing in the aisles and not sitting in their seats, and why she couldn’t talk but the annoying women to my right would not SHUT UP the whole time and spoke at full volume.

I think the funniest thing was that she seemed annoyed at the casting.  Clearly the male character with the Kevin Klin- like, Pirate King pants, and the brown hair should have been The Pirate King.  And Cedric was short and stout, not at all the pretty boy lead as cast in the film version.  The differences between the film and the stage production agitated her.

Despite the late hour, she stayed awake the entire time and made it to a block from home before she passed out in her carseat.  Kham met me at the driveway to help carry the sleeping girl since I was wearing super high heels.  I slipped her shoes off and tucked her into bed, pearls still on, with her hand on top of the covers still clasping the fairy doll.  I felt like I was in the scene in Annie when Daddy Warbucks and Grace return with the sleeping Annie from her first time at the movies and they change her into her nightgown and tuck her into bed, without disturbing her passed out slumber.  It was a sweet nightcap to a sweet night with my sweetie.  Daydream about having a daughter of my own #5: Take my daughter to her very first live production of a musical.  CHECK!!!

This is sorta the antithesis of the last post in its positivity.  There are certain movies that I pack with our holiday box and love to pull out and watch each season.  Of course there’s the Charlie Brown Christmas, the 3 claymations of Frosty the Snowman, Rudolph, St. Nicholas, and the Little Drummer Boy, and the old Grinch Who Stole Christmas.  I thought it was so funny that people were freaking out the other weak over the President of the United States Usurping the Charlie Brown screening time for his important address.  It was like, “Oh no he di-int!  It could be a freakin’ national emergency but you are not cutting into my Charlie Brown time.  I need to hear “Christmas Time is here… in order for it to feel real.”  I mean, they were up in arms!  NPR talked about it repeatedly!  NPR!!  There are a few that I like that maybe aren’t so typical.  Well, okay, one is REALLY typical, White Christmas.  Bing Crosby is the male voice of Christmas to me.  What a great album he has and I’ve also been listening to the rebroadcasts of his radio specials on Sirius.  Boy is that a trip!!!  Really amusing and syrupy sweet.  Too bad he beat his kids.  Sorta puts a clinker into the enjoyment when you hear how much his family is used in the sketches.  I know – Debbie Downer, but still.

My sister and I performed a rendition of “Sisters” once.  But that’s not my favorite moment.  This is:

But I also love to watch Judy Garland, in that gorgeous red dress and sparkly hair scarf, sing the best rendition of this song ever in the musical Meet Me In St. Louis.  This might very well be my favorite Christmas song ever:

Yeah, now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!

But another movie I like to watch at Christmas time that’s a little nontraditional is Sleepless in Seattle (When Harry Met Sally is my customary New Year’s Eve movie).  My favorite Christmas part is 2 mins. in when Meg Ryan’s singing to the radio “Harses, Harses, Harses….”

When I read the headline feed the Brittany Murphy died I exclaimed, “What?!  No way!!  It’s gotta be a different Brittany Murphy.”  But I couldn’t think of any other one.  Weird.  Guess she’ll be in the Academy Award Death montage this year.  Age 32, born in 1977 same as me, I first became aware of her during Clueless.  That’s one of those comedies I own and watch time and again and can quote at will.  I always enjoy spoofing on the rich Southern California girls.  I know several of the locations they used.  I LOVE Paul Rudd.  And I think Alicia Silverstone did a really good job but doesn’t get enough credit anymore.  Total side note here – I became a fan of hers when I found out what a green activist she is between the environment and animal rights.  She’s very generous with her money and time, and truly helps spread the message the example as well as assisting lower incomers to go solar too.  In Clueless, Silverstone makes it look too easy to be an airhead, like Phoebe on friends.  Both women are really intelligent too so I’m beginning to think that the smarter the woman, the better the ditz.  Mia (what’s her name from Romy and Michelle’s H.S. reunion, she’s been diagnosed as a genius, seriously, and she does a great airhead).  But this post isn’t about her, it’s about Brittany, so enough on that for now.

I saw the Saturday Night Live skit a couple weeks ago when they spoofed Murphy on the news and found that pretty funny.  The clip has since been removed in the matter of good taste.   Which I find weird.  I mean, really people, are we going to remove every unflattering thing off the net every time someone dies?!  And really, it wasn’t scathing or anything. So no, not weird, ridiculous.

Did you know she was also in Party of 5, Blossom, Murphy Brown, Kids Incorporated, and Frasier?  Never did end up seeing 8 mile though.  It’s been on my Netflix Queue for years and remains in the 80s for some reason.  She was also in Just Married with Ashton Kutcher, Uptown Girl with Dakota Fannin, and Riding in the Car with Boys with Drew Barrymore.  Oh, and she was great in Girl Interrupted (toooooo believable as the eating disorder girl).  I was really looking forward to her other roles and was disappointed to hear about all the drama on the set when she was around and the recent firing.  Sounded to me like another wasted talent due to bad influences of husband?, prescription med addiction?, and/or crazy in the head and body from an eating disorder?

But no matter what she’s done since Clueless, she will always be the one who sang “Rollin’ with my homies”

and said in her hysterical accent, “Why am I even listening to you to begin with?  You’re a virgin, who can’t drive.”

Remember when she sang at the MTV Music Awards?

But, my Lordie, look at this last interview clip of hers, she is such a space cadet!!!   It’s like you can see her gears trying to stay together and churning.

If she isn’t on enough Prescription Meds. to kill a horse then I’m a monkey’s uncle.  Her manager or assistant is clearly her babysitter for her own protection, guiding the doe-eyed girl through it all.  It’s all too bad.  They say she was experiencing flu-like symptoms for a week before her death and cardiac arrest could’ve likely been from natural causes……BUT if she did truly have an eating disorder, her brain and normal organ functions were already compromised and stressed, and a simple flu really could have killed her.  Those are my conjectures at least.  Off to do better stuff with my time, than talk about or follow this “news” story.  I’ve got stockings to finish sewing. ..And a doorway puppet theatre… And presents to wrap…And cookies to bake…And menus to plan…