Previously, on the 50 Shades of Grey podcast, Ana was invited into Christian Grey's mansion, and Joey and I decided that we were going to add booze to the podcast, since the plot often feels like it's treading through maple syrup.
So we added some pinot grigio to the mix.
Here's Chapter 7 and here's Chapter 8. Suffice it to say, we finally get a taste of what Christian Grey is capable of, and still, what Ana is not capable of (breathing is difficult).
After yesterday's Mikal Cronin post, I want all of the readers who think I'm a hipster to know this: I am a huge Mariah Carey fan.
So much so, that I can tell you exactly when, during the "Hero" video, a gentleman dressed like a referee shakes his head in utter disbelief at how awesome Mariah Carey is (it's the 3:12 to 3:15 mark).
I still own the Mariah Carey MTV Unplugged VHS, and will take it to my grave, though its cover is surprisingly in excellent condition.
In recent years, I haven't been as huge of a fan of Mariah, given that she's gone from pop to more R&B. But her latest single, "#Beautiful" is kind of a throwback to the old-school Mariah Carey I knew and loved. The background even has a bit of a girl band feel to it, the way it sways to a snap with the rhythm.
Now do you think Mariah titled this song with a hashtag so that it's easily searchable on social media networks? If so, Mimi's pretty savvy. The song's soaring up the charts, prepared to be a big hit on radios this summer.
Holy crap!
We're finally getting somewhere in Chapters 5 and 6 of reading E.L. James' 50 Shades of Grey. Access the podcast here. Anastasia is learning about male thunder down under, and Joey at MovieMoJoe and I are learning that James leaves no mundane detail behind (please tell us more about your hair, Ana!).
But is it wrong to be attracted to Christian Grey even if he's kinda scary? Is it also wrong that we can't stop thinking of ways for Anastasia to die?
Finally, is it wrong that Joey got distracted and took this picture of a blimp while we were reading?
It's all in the podcast. Enjoy!
This past Saturday night, I got to see "RuPaul's Drag Race" season 4 winner Sharon Needles perform at The Voyeur in Philadelphia.
The often controversial drag queen performed songs from her album PG-13, including "This Club is a Haunted House," "Dead Girls Never Say No," and "Drink Til I Die." While one would expect Sharon to perform the entire album, she only ended up performing about seven songs total, including a Rocky Horror Picture Show song (can you guess which one? Obvi, right). I was disappointed that I didn't get to hear "Dressed to Kill" or that the sequiny adornment hanging from the ceiling wasn't appropriately used for "Disco Ball." And unfortunately, there was no "Kai Kai."
But Lord Satan, were there costume changes. In between songs, Ms. Needles would change behind a curtain, talking faux smack talk about everyone in the audience as if her microphone were left on, which was kind of enjoyable considering that some of the audience members thought she was her other half, Alaska Thunder f***. Sharon even acknowledged this mistaken identity on stage.
Of course, she also acknowledged that Alaska wasn't there that night, citing that the Season 5 runner-up was in Cleveland---she then proceeded to make a joke about Ariel Castro and then the Boston Marathon bombings ("She said Boston was a blast"). Not even Ru herself would dare touch these jokes, which just goes to show Sharon is not a chip off the old block.
Girlfriend also relished making fun of Season 5 winner Jinkx Monsoon, saying, "Water off a bat's back" instead of Jinkx's mantra, "Water off a duck's back." No Roxxxy cracks, though---however, Phi Phi O'Hara also was the punchline to a few jokes, which I think everyone enjoyed.
There's something that really works about Sharon's horror glam. You can't take your eyes off her. She brings about the same sensation as a roller coaster ride: both terrifying and fun.
After this past week's episode of "Game of Thrones," where Jaime Lannister saved Brienne from a death pit that featured a bear, I took one look at a filthy-but-hot twin/lover of Cersai, and thought, "I wonder how he smells."
That's usually what I think about when I'm watching GoT---which makes me get distracted and not know what's going on. I also think about characters' scents on AMC's "The Walking Dead," since it doesn't look like they get to shower very often.
So here's my question: Which group of characters would you imagine smells worse?
A case for "The Walking Dead":
One, they're traveling through Georgia, which means it can get hotter than hell. Two, when those zombies get killed, the blood that splatters has to be toxic and disgusting. So body odor times bodily fluids means a rank post-apocalypse. At least they can loot some old convenience stories for sanitary items, right? And for God's sake, would Carl take off that damn hat already? I feel like it could be peeled off of him at this point.
A case for "Game of Thrones":
Well, I'm pretty sure deodorant doesn't even exist in George R. R. Martin's universe, so that's strike one. Two, they all wear incredibly heavy clothes, and since winter looms in the near future, it's still summer, so they're wearing layers in hot weather. That makes about as much sense as having sex with a Wildling ("You know nothing, Jon Snow!"). Arya alone looks like she needs a good scrubbing. I imagine her to smell like a foot.
Hmmm. Off hand, if I had to choose who I would think smelled worse, I'd say "The Walking Dead," simply based on the sweat factor. In every episode, Rick typically looks rapper LV in the "Gangster's Paradise" video. I don't know how Glenn and Maggie get it on without vomiting on each other.
What are your thoughts? And does this distract you from your TV watching, too?
Over the weekend, The Great Gatsby wasn't great enough to get number one at the box office, but it did manage to pool in enough numbers for number two (for those of you who haven't seen the movie or cracked a book in 8th grade, pool refers to Gatsby's demise---I was trying to be clever, and it failed).
But fear not: "Leomania" circa 1998 is back and more ridiculous than ever, with this discovery at my local Barnes & Noble.
I'm sorry, but just how many issues does this magazine expect to run? There are only so many articles you can do on Martin Scorsese, dating hot models, and friendship with Tobey Maguire. And based on the article plugs on the front cover, the rag seems pretty generic. They should really employ Cosmo tactics: "10 Ways to Please Your Man in Bed. . .As If He Were Leo!"
I feel bad for the poor English or journalism major who finally got his or her big break working for this publication. If this mag is anything like most of Leo's characters in his movies, it probably won't survive. Although please stop me 10 years from now if people are saying, "Did you read the latest DiCaprio?"
What do you do with a B.A. in English? Start a blog!
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