When I was in Indianapolis with some of the loveliest people I know** every time Karen would say one of our names she’d say them in this Regan MacNeil meets Kermit the Frog style voice. It was both hilarious and disturbing. and she told us that even though there was nothing else remotely redeeming in The House Bunny, it was worth watching just to see Anna Faris do the voice. and she was right.
I was crying.
I tried to explain it to people at baseball last night (which, hello, sunburn my old friend, standing out in the outfield for 2 hours straight in 95 degree heat does give you more than just a lot of boob sweat) but I couldn’t describe it through all the giggles and the tears. I think I mostly just scared people away.
I tried to make the husband watch it, but he tuned out halfway through and was all, “…and what about this is funny?” the same way he is with The Office and the literal video version of Total Eclipse of the Heart, which I have been watching on repeat for the last three weeks.
maybe this is just another one of those satchel situations.
So, after I watched what might have been up there with one of the worst movies I have ever seen, I tried to clean my soul by watching The Reader.
(only *I* would watch a double feature of The House Bunny and The Reader)
Which didn’t leave me feeling clean at all. I flip flopped through the entire movie between being bored to tears (hello, sllllooooow), being blown away by Kate Winslet’s performance (my god, she IS a god), and being disturbed by the relationship between Hanna and Michael. Yes, I realize that the actor was not 15…but still (spoiler alert?) the whole movie was about a relationship between this older woman – who just happened to have been a guard at Auschwitz – fucking around with both the mind and body of a 15 year-old boy.
who wants to watch the creepy exorcist voice again?
I am still scratching at the 12 mosquito bites I got up at the cottage.
mosquitos LOVE me. (they fall under the ‘bugs’ category of things I don’t like about cottages)
and it pretty much rained the entire time we were there, which meant a lot of attempting to entertain 7 children inside, which meant a lot of games of spit and sorry and coloring and eating cookies and chips and cookies and chips and pie and cookies and popcorn and chips and cake and donuts and cookies. and my children didn’t sleep, um, AT ALL.
and my daughter – who managed to take a softball to the face – somehow transformed into a teenager overnight and I made the mistake of letting Ilana borrow the Twilight books because now she’s totally hooked and is all about Edward Cullen…
(um, seriously, my child IS me)
and I didn’t have email or twitter or gchat or facebook.
and, of course, I couldn’t use the bathroom.
and I managed to leave my open bag of all of my clothing next to an open window so every piece of my clothing got soaked.
and I totally lost playing Risk…and I hate to lose.
it was worth it.
for the moments.
moments I could get used to…
(rest of cottage set here)
**PS…one of those lovely people, this one, is working on a super important Moosh 2.0 project, and in order to do that she had to undergo a uterine factory reset surgery. please go and give Miss Casey some love.