I feel the need...the need...to slap the hell out of someone. Who's game?

Has it really been 25 years since an unknown chubby boy truffle-shuffle'd his way into cult stardom?



This coming weekend Astoria, Oregon will be celebrating the day they became more than just a black dot on a map. Monday, June 7th is the 25th anniversary of the theatrical release of The Goonies which, for those of you who don't know, was filmed in Astoria.

And while I'm sitting in my little bubble of nostalgia I see probably the most disturbing thing I've seen all day...a trailer for the new The Karate Kid.



YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS?!?!?! Well there goes my happy little nostalgia bubble. Thanks a lot, Columbia Pictures.

Why do the movie production companies feel it's necessary to butcher classic movies? They are classic for a reason. Take Dirty Dancing for example. It had every thing a good movie needs. A beginning, a middle and an end. The story line ran smoothly. Girl meets boy, girl drools over boy, boy finally notices girl, they fall in love, antagonists intervene, true love prevails. YAY! And then, nearly 20 years later they make Dirty Dancing-Havana Nights. First of all, shouldn't a sequel (or prequel) come along a little sooner than 20 years later? Secondly, shouldn't a sequel (or prequel) have the same characters and have a plot that follows the characters after (or before, in the case of a prequel) the first movie ended? Nooooooooo, not according to the people who make the movies. They've already butchered Dirty Dancing with a "prequel/sequel" as well as The Sandlot. There's already been rumors of a Goonies 2 and now they're killing The Karate Kid. What's next? Top Gun? Ghost? Or, god forbid, Ghostbusters?

I can kinda see the messed up logic of the production executives, though. This thing made us a boatload of money before, nothing else is working, let's see if it'll work a second time. From a marketing standpoint, it makes perfect sense. But coming from me, a movie goer and die-hard fan of the classics, I will boycott any above mentioned abominations. And if they do actually put Goonies 2 on the table, I will picket outside of Steven Spielberg's house and offices.

And so now, I shall sign off...before I risk further legal persecution and potential restraining orders. But before I go...

EVERYBODY TRUFFLE SHUFFLE! :)

Lucky Number 7

I'm truly shameless. I realize that this probably doesn't come as a shock, especially to those of you who know me well.

I am seriously jacking today's blog from a fellow blogger (one much more accomplished, I might add). I actually saw it a while back, but have been waiting to use it for...well, for when I didn't really have a decent blog to give you :p

So...many thanks to The Sassy Curmudgeon for your inspiration.


Today's blog is a list of 7 random things about me. The theory being, of course, that you other bloggers will then also blog with 7 random things about yourselves and everyone will have learned something new...or something like that. Anywho...here we go:

Random Fact #1

I am totally that chick in The Heartbreak Kid.



Cue the scene in the car, where said blond "chick" is singing along with EVERY song that comes on the radio. Loudly. Obnoxiously.
Yup, that's me :) I don't really care who's listening, where I am or if I sound good. If music is playing and I know the song, even if it's only a few lyrics, I'm gonna belt it out. And probably hum the parts I don't know. I vaguely remember being embarrassed about this odd trait when I was younger, but as I've evolved into my bitchy, I-don't-give-a-rat's-patooty adult stage, I find that I don't care anymore. People may look at me funny, they may even be wondering if I've escaped from the psychiatric ward at the local hospital. But I just smile in return and sing the next line. Let them wonder.

Random Fact #2

I quote lines from movies on a daily basis.
Damn it, Janet! I love you." "You're killin' me, Smalls!" and "Houston, we have a problem."



These are just some of my favorites. I do have to credit my two younger sisters though, for the second quote. It's from The Sandlot and I can't really remember which one of them started saying it, but it has become a family thing. Even my son says it and the movie was clearly before his time. And in case you didn't know, the first quote is from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and the third quote is from Apollo 13. (However, if you didn't get that one, I don't really hold out much hope for you.) I have thousands of movie quotes stored in the Rol-a-dex that is my brain and I'm patiently waiting for an opportunity to use each one. If someone would only provide me with the perfect opening with which to respond "Nobody puts Baby in the corner." Also, if you haven't noticed, my blog titles are often movie quotes..or lyrics.

Random Fact #3

I am a ridiculously picky eater.
I know what you're thinking...how is that possible for someone who loves food as much as I obviously do? But it is definitely possible, I promise you. I know that some of my food issues stem from childhood. In fact, I'm sure that most of them do. Here's a just a few of my quirks: I don't like green beans or peas..in ANY form. I don't like bananas, except banana bread. I don't like onions. I'm allergic to tomatoes. (REALLY, I promise it's not a joke)

I am leery of other peoples' cooking, mainly because I don't know what "secret" items might be present...like onions or tomatoes or peas or...you get the point. I am NOT, as a rule, a fan of casseroles, there's just something about throwing everything in a pan and calling it dinner that says EWWWWWW to me.

Random Fact #4

I have an anti-foot fetish.
Now, I realize that may not be the correct wording, but it's what I've taken to calling my "condition". I HATE having my feet touched. As in, NO ONE gets to touch my feet, NO ONE! I've been known to kick unsuspecting ticklers, to scream obscenities at well-meaning boyfriends poised for a foot rub and have actually deprived myself from the glories that are pedicures until just a few years ago. So, I guess I should refine my policy. Only a select few people are allowed to touch my feet. The people at the pedicure salon (although, I will still kick if they tickle me) are part of this select few for the sole (ha ha, pun INTENDED) reason that they make my feet look so pretty! Which brings me back to my original point, everyone should really have an anti-foot fetish. Feet are GROSS! There's nothing sexy about them, they are made to be walked on and stuffed in shoes and socks all day. Seriously, if someone can explain the allure to me, I'm all ears.




Random Fact #5

I think chocolate is a universal cure for everything and should be a daily requirement.

And in my life it is a daily requirement. (A bit of an oxymoronic thing since I'm diabetic, but to each their own.) I sometimes think it might only be a "girl" thing but I know guys who like chocolate as much as I do, so I'm not sure. Whether it's something as yummy as a giant piece of chocolate cake or something as small as a Hershey's kiss, I try to have some chocolate each day...and I savor every last bit of it!

Random Fact #6

I can't stand stupidity or ignorance.

Unfortunately, it would seem that the rest of the world has yet to catch on to my point of view. I know I've touched on this topic before, and as I pointed out then, I do NOT walk around with my nose in the air thinking I'm better than every one else. Just the stupid people. I kid, I kid. But seriously. I would say that my main issue is that there simply is no reason for ignorance or blatant stupidity. Grow up, read a book, learn to spell, DO something! People should want to better themselves. Why would you want to remain an idiot?

Random Fact #7

I despise being called cute.
That word should be banned for females over a certain age. It instantly conjures up images of kittens, puppies and pre-pubescent girls. Not something an adult female wants to be associated with visually. Besides, there are numerous other adjectives to use. Tell me I'm beautiful. (Please, what girl doesn't want to hear that once in a while?) Tell me I'm pretty. Or sexy. Or attractive. Or...or...or...well, you get the point anyway. Also, adorable is on my "Do Not Call Me" list.




Well there ya have it, folks. Seven random facts, interesting little tidbits about little ol' me. I'm out for now, gonna go enjoy the rest of my weekend:)

Also, since you're done reading my nonsense for the day, please, please, please check out the link below and read a fellow blogger. She's hilarious and I'm sure she wouldn't mind a few more fans!

The Sassy Curmedgeon

Oh spaghetti arms!

For those of you who don't know, the title for tonight is a line from one of my all time favorite movies, Dirty Dancing. It's also a great lead-in for my little rambling :)



Do you have a personal bubble? You know, that space around you that's a "no-no" zone...where only a few are allowed to penetrate and only once they've earned your trust. Well, I do have a bubble. And I really get kinda cranky when someone invades it. As a rule, I'm usually pretty open. I rarely censor myself in company and it takes a lot to offend me...but stepping into my "no-no" zone is a sure fire way to do that. Going so far as to "pop" said bubble by actually touching me (unwanted hugs, unwelcome poking or tickling, etc.) is usually enough for a mean tongue lashing.
Now I'm enough of a realist to step back and take a good look at myself and ask if maybe it's just me. But after a chat with some friends, today in which I discovered that they also had bubbles, I decided to do a little research. Wikipedia happened to have a very interesting article (see link below) and that was all I needed to take this topic and run with it :)
My bubble is very elastic. It can expand out to keep away the crazies that seem to flood public transportation. It also can shrink back to allow for close dancing and flirting (usually there's a bar and alcohol involved.) It's one of the areas in my life that is completely ruled by my instincts and to hell with logic.
Now I'm curious about other peoples' bubbles. Are they also elastic? Is it more of a feminine thing or do guys have them too? How about you reader, do you have a bubble? What happens if someone breaches it? What if they pop it? I know they say that curiosity killed the cat...but my grandma always said satisfaction brought him (or in this case, her) back.
So please, comment and share. And if you don't have a bubble, maybe you'll check out your boundaries the next time you're out in public :) Hey, anything I can do to help out my fellow man ;)

Wikipedia Personal Space