December 21, 2004
Have I Mentioned that I Love Presents?
There's nothing like Christmas to really make it painfully obvious just how lame of a loser I am. For instance, consider the gifts I got all excited about this morning.
From Anne, a Disney Princess Hallmark Keepsake Ornament. Squeal! Love it! And it's particularly appropriate, considering Anne is the one who started the whole princess debacle in the first place.
I'm all, "Oh, I love it! Thank you so much! It's so awesome!"
And she's like, "Personally, I think it's garish and hideous, and it would never come near any tree of mine."
And that's why Anne is a wonderful person. No, I'm not being sarcastic! Did she pick out something she thought was cool and that I should like? No, she humiliated herself and bought something she knew I would love. No matter how retarded it is. She's a peach, that Anne.
From Nicholle, the soundtrack to "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers." Swear to God. I thought I was the only person under 60 who knew about this incredibly hokey movie, let alone liked it! But then Nicholle mentioned something in passing one day, and I found a Sister in Schmaltziness.
Yes, it is the Gayest Musical Ever. Especially the Lonesome Polecat Ballet. Holy crap. And they take it so seriously! It's hilarious. And I wish I could say that I like it because it reminds me of a simpler times blah blah blah, but really, it's the plethora of athletic men that I dig. My favorite is Frank. He has this wavy hair that keeps flopping into his eyes, and he's always starting fights. What a punk.
Plus, who knew Russ Tamblyn would go on to play the whacked-out Dr. Jacoby in "Twin Peaks"? Who'd have thought that Julie Newmar could recover so damn well from playing the role of Dorcas? The whole thing just fascinates me.
I first saw the movie when I was 16 and had mono for three months. I guess Mom felt guilty for going to Norway for two weeks and leaving me with my sister (not that I'm bitter), and she was trying to entertain me. So she brought home the VHS tape of "7B47B" from the library, as it was her favorite movie as a little girl. Now normally, at 16, anything Mom liked was automatically not cool enough for me. But something about that stupid movie charmed me.
You may commence with the mockery now.