My friend sent me this video on Facebook and I just had to share it with all of you…it’s too hilarious and adorable and whacked out and friggin full of awesome sauce not to watch, so DO ITTTT!!! :D lol
Today marks the 25th anniversary of Seinfeld’s first episode. Can you believe that?! It feels like only yesterday that I was sitting around the TV with my parents, cracking up at something crazy Jerry, Elaine, George, and Kramer were doing…oh wait, it WAS only yesterday! Haha!
With Seinfeld holding steady in its syndication status, all of these years later, old and new fans alike have the pleasure of reliving all of the hilarious episodes almost every night of the week. That is impressive after all this time, and like other syndicated shows, such as Friends, Seinfeld’s iconic presence doesn’t seem to be going away any time soon.
So, in honor of the 25th anniversary of one of my favorite sitcoms ever, I wanted to share a clip of my favorite episode. Laugh on, my fellow Seinfeld lovers and cheers to another 25 years of laughs!
There’s this little show on Netflix called Orange is the New Black, ever heard of it? OF COURSE YOU HAVE! It’s only one of the most popular shows around right now. I mean, I can’t sign on to Facebook, Twitter, or pretty much any other social media outlet without seeing a stream of posts about the addictive sophomore season that hit Netflix last week. It is the show that the people in your office are talking about at the
water cooler coffee machine. The show that has such kick ass characters that when you hear those people chatting away about Piper, Alex, Red, or someone nicknamed “Crazy Eyes” you immediately think it’s gossip and you don’t know whether to rise above it or dig in with a spoon and eat it up. Well, I recommend the latter, because it is damn delicious!
Having been a Netflix subscriber for many years now, but only being on their DVD mail program, I haven’t truly gotten involved in the streaming side of things. It wasn’t until my husband and I got our Xbox that we decided to change our plan from the mail version to just solely having the streaming one. That is when I discovered this show and I added it to my queue. The problem was, life swept me away and thus my attention to Netflix’s hit new show was put aside. In the meantime, I got my husband sucked into the 24 series, which is one of my favorite shows and he had never seen it, so clearly that had to be rectified. I also spent some time catching up on other shows that I had missed along the way, further putting off OITNB. It wasn’t until last weekend, while sitting in my apartment, alone and bored, that I remembered about this show being in my queue…it also helped greatly that half of my social media connections were talking nonstop about how season 2 was just put up and that they were all chomping at the bit to blow through the 13 episodes as fast as possible. So, obviously I checked it out. I got all cozy on my couch and put on the first season, episode one of thirteen, expecting to like it and just watch it here and there as I could to get caught up with my friends. Yeah right! Instead I spent the entire night binge watching this crazy bad-ass show and before I knew it the sun had come up and I was done with the first season, already salivating for the next one that was only a click away in my queue. It is just that good.
This show is a diamond in the rough. The rough being the barren land of summer television programming that has people watching reruns of old favorites more than getting hooked on anything new and/or exciting. Netflix has secured a spot for themselves with the big boys and they are coming at every other show with their guns blazing. OITNB is brought to us from Jenji Kohan, the creator of Weeds, which is clearly why it is such a brilliant program, and it is based on a memoir of the same name by Piper Kerman. So, this prison set drama/comedy/lesbian-loveathon is something the author once lived through and is now sharing with us…and her experience is fucking awesome sauce! Orange is the best thing to hit my television screen in years, and now that I am about to finish season 2, I find myself wishing I could go back to the beginning, like any of you who haven’t seen it yet, and restart the magic that is Piper’s journey in prison. The cast is incredible with Taylor Schilling as the lead role of Piper, Laura Prepon (who I LOVE) playing her ex-girlfriend, Alex, Natasha Lyonne (who I also adore), Jason Biggs (minus his penis being in a pie), Taryn Manning, and many others who are as fleshed out as you’d want any essential characters to be. Each person carries their own weight and leaves a lasting impression, so, even though the “star” would be Schilling in the lead role, she is hardly the only character you’ll notice or find yourself rooting for (or against).
If you haven’t seen Orange yet, do yourself a favor and jump on the bandwagon. And for those of you already on it, let’s hear what your thoughts are in the comments below. I know that I have some OITNB lovers out there! :D
When I read The Fault in Our Stars, I was immediately taken by the heart into this crazy brilliant and beautifully epic love story between Hazel and Augustus. (Click HERE for my review of the book.) It was such an intensely emotional thing that I refused to open the book ever again for fear that my freshly fallen tears would slip out and no longer be living inside the story. I remember feeling so much emotion during the entire novel and when I heard that it was going to be turned into a film, I admit, I was terrified about the idea. I mean, how could I not be? Looking at other film adaptations of beloved books, it made me think that this profoundly moving story just could never be adequately captured on the big screen. How could they possibly take such incredibly written characters and bring them to life without our imaginations doing the work? How could they ever find anyone to play such important roles such as these? How could anyone be able to tell this story, with all of its beauty and grace, in a cinematic performance? Well, all of my answers came to me tonight as I sat in the theater, ugly crying and wiping my tear-soaked face on my jacket because I had forgotten to bring my damn tissues. This book was so epically wonderful that bringing it to life seems easy. It felt seamless and as comfortable as your favorite blanket on a cold day. Everything about it flowed along much the same way as the novel itself, feeling as if we’ve known these characters for a lifetime and they’ve merely invited us over for a spot of tea and a tray of desserts.
Shailene Woodley, who is, in my opinion, the biggest thing to hit Hollywood since Emma Stone and Jennifer Lawrence, was the perfect Hazel Grace. She was flawless and so believable in this role that I forgot she was acting. Nat Wolff as Isaac, Laura Dern as Hazel’s mother, and Willem Dafoe as Peter Van Houten, were spectacular choices as well. But the most incredibly cast person in this film was Ansel Elgort in the role of Augustus Waters. He sparkled on the screen, completely stealing my heart the exact same way that Augustus did in the book. I cried for him and for Hazel and even for poor Isaac from the initial credits all the way through to the final ones. Happy tears and sad mixed with small giggles and a few guffaws made for an incredible 2 hours. This movie was an emotional roller coaster that could only go up and I never wanted to get off. I am so thrilled that John Green’s brilliant novel was done such justice with the impeccable casting and sticking to the novel almost 100% all the way through. The only changes were minimal and had zero negative impact on the films final result, it was pure magic all the way through.
So, without giving away anything to those of you who perhaps haven’t read the book (are you friggin’ kidding me?!?!) and for those of you who are die hard fans of Green, like I am, I will wrap this up here. Go see the movie because the pain of this story demands to be felt! Just don’t forget your tissues like I did, my jacket felt like I was carrying around a small ocean afterward, an ocean of AWESOME! ;)
I haven’t been on here at all since summer semester started on May 12th, and when I say that it started, what I really mean is that it hit the ground running like the stampeding bulls barrel down the streets in Spain.
Unfortunately for me, my first semester at university happened to fall during the dreaded summer term, where courses are designed differently than the other two semesters of the year. In the spring and fall terms, classes are 16 weeks long, giving the professors plenty of time to space out the assignments and etc., but in the summer the courses are condensed down to only 6 weeks. So basically, your head spins like a top until you feel like vomiting from the motion sickness of it all.
Knowing this information prior to beginning summer term didn’t deter me from signing up for classes, nope, I just went for it and had the excitement and confidence that I’d kick ass like I did every other semester prior. Also, per my husband’s advice, I split up my semester so that I am taking two classes the first 6 weeks of summer and two the second half, instead of four in 6 weeks. I figured this was a good starting point, considering the shortened term and the fact that it is a new school and there would be an adjustment period, just like any other new beginning, but I was ready for it. So, my current schedule is: Monday/Wednesday – Structures of Modern English from 4:45PM – 7:45PM & Tuesday/Thursday Introduction to Literary Studies from 9:45AM – 12:55PM, which sounds simple enough right?
This schedule seems pretty simplistic in writing, and truth be told, even typing it out here makes me believe that it is easy too, but it really hasn’t been. I mean, I know that I’ve written about my school journey before and how I have been trucking along, getting things done, and I even wrote recently about how excited I was about starting the university, but this start is just so different from what I’d anticipated. It hit me like a freight train that first week, as the term started and my professors were already giving quizzes and research papers. I was sitting in my Literary Studies class just yesterday, on the verge of a panic attack because I felt so overwhelmed with everything, which hasn’t happened to me since my initial semester going back to school two years ago. I figured that this is normal to feel out of my depth so early on, when things are sparkly and new and seem larger than life, but as the weeks progress, I just haven’t felt any motivation to continue down this path. I’ve even considered dropping out altogether and just figuring out career options that might not need a degree but there’s not much to bite on in that arena, plus when I really think about quitting it makes me sick because it would be like strangling my dreams. So, I am hoping that it’s just a case of exhaustion mixed in with my own paranoia, or perhaps it is a side effect of a bit too much coffee to keep me awake enough to listen to three hour lectures, four days a week while also driving my husband and I all over the place in between our crappy sleep schedule, classes, and his work schedule. Whatever it is, all I know is that it has successfully sucked my confidence directly out of me like someone takes a pull from a cigarette. I’m like a vapor, gliding through a menagerie of mystical creatures that threaten to either eat me alive or give me solace from the shit storm of my own thoughts, and that, my dear readers, is a dangerous place to be.
Luckily, I have a good support group around me who let me vent and then give me good advice. I’ve also talked it out so much in this past week that I am beginning to feel a bit better about things, but I’m not all there yet. It’s a completely new experience for me, being surrounded by English majors, who are all wicked smart, and feeling as if I am swimming in the shark tank and no one is giving me an offer. My feet haven’t found purchase yet on the slippery ground of my roiling mind, it’s a bit of chaos that is yet to be controlled, and perhaps it’s never meant to be controlled, but I am working on navigating the path anyway. For now I will look at it as Marilyn Monroe did when she said, “Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” I’ll keep trucking along, meditating for peace of mind, and looking at the brighter side of things…there is a method to my madness and the end result is a degree in a subject that I am passionate about.