3 posts tagged “foo”
- Gossip Girl was delicious this week. But the promos, featuring Kaitlin "Oh crap!" Cooper just made me too giddy. And I thought I was excited to see Melinda Clarke on Chuck last week. I always thought that Willa Holland and Autumn Reeser (on Pushing Daisies the same week as Missy Pyle) revitalized The O.C. Although, for me, it also may have had something to do with killing off Marissa too.
- So Nicole Richie was heinous on Chuck. She wasn't completely unwatchable in the beginning, but got worse as the show progressed, although the catfight was badass. I found it cute in the beginning that the radio DJ was talking about a Heather Chandler, got a hearty chuckle from that, until I realized they named Richie's mean-girl character after her. Hell, why not call her Regina George instead? Not charming. Such tributes need to be subtle and better crafted. That was worse then Agents Angus and Young on Supernatural last week (one of these days I want someone to call the Winchesters out on that, or at least blink twice at it, they aren't the only ones who listen to classic hard rock). When writing such "tributes," I consider it a gift to those who pick up on it, who know the genre well enough to get the joke, not to be hammered over the head with it.
- I still have the same issues with Pushing Daisies but an Emerson Cod episode featuring Debra Mooney as his mother? Golly gee, just for me? I still miss Everwood (although not enough to ever watch Brothers and Sisters, unless they had maybe cast Gregory Smith or Chris Pratt as the new Walker). Emerson and Olive always have the best lines, and Chi McBride sells every "Hell no!" no matter how many times he says it. My favorite Emerson-ism this week, and possible new mantra: "I've chucked my chagrin overboard." That show always plays so well with language in the diaolgue, I am often awe by the beauty of how a phrase is turned, repeating lines with dorky glee. I hope it gets at least a partial script order if not the back nine.
I haven't caught up with Fringe yet. Or a few others I'm saving for a lazy Sunday. On Saturday, I am helping S make a Halloween costume for Foo, and that's not as wackadoo as it sounds. Prize: free doggy daycare. And that is still not wackadoo because (a) Foo is a happier, more chill puppy when she has a day or two of daycare training a week and (b) the prize is basically freaking cash-money (otherwise Foo could just go as her badass-self). In this economy, dressing up a dog for an hour or so in a rad costume that creatively uses materials already on hand, totally worth it. Plus, her costume is going to rock socks.
I know, it's felt like summer for at least a month now in most spots in the country, but today makes it official. It's summer! I lovelovelove summer. I like seasons, I just want summer to last at least six months of the year. Maybe it's because I'm a Cancer. Maybe it's because I was raised in the South. Maybe it's because I'm addicted to flip flops that will most likely ruin my high-arched Barbie feet. I may not like 98-degree temps with a heat index of 103, but I'll take it over cold, lifeless winter any day. I'm done with winter after the holidays. I used to get a little sad on the first day of summer because it meant its ending was also confirmed. But since I am still trying this whole positivity thing lately (some days it works, some days it does not), today I am stoked for the solstice. And to give summer a proper welcome, I enlisted the help of my pal Foo. Yes, she's outfitted in a doggy life jacket and fabulous doggles. And she will make do splashing in her kiddie pool until she can get to the lake. I got this pic in my e-mail a month ago and even put it on my fridge because I still smile every time I look at it. So smile, it's summer!
Back in October, I mentioned that Pushing Daisies' Emerson Cod and his amazing gun holster cozies had inspired me to break out my round looms and brainstorm for some unique Christmas presents. I just started knitting last summer and learned the "easy" way with round looms, haven't moved on to needles and don't know if I will. Anyway, I had to share one of the gifts that I came up with for my friend S.
In June, she got a black lab mix puppy dog. Being the world's most awesome dog, nobody can resist Foo's happy face and perky puppy demeanor. She's also quite the flirt which can make her a dude magnet too (Foo's so good to her mama sometimes). So, I decided to make Foo something fun to wear rather than get her an "indestructable" toy she would lovingly annihilate in an hour. Since I'm still a totally tubular knitter (bags, pillows, hats, but some flat scarves), am not into canine couture, and Foo is a large dog, I took a little inspiration from the 80s. Foo's the proud owner of custom made pink and white leg warmers.
Yes, they were a bitch to get on her (already tweaked my "design"), and lasted for a one-time afternoon photo op (now mostly a beloved chewie which is why I used discounted yarn). I know, Michael Kors would probably say the matching collar accoutrement (French for flower thingamapompom) looks "a little MoB" (mother of the bride) but it completed the ensemb, and since she didn't know it was even there, no gnawage.
Eventually Emerson Cod will run out of things to knit for himself and the office. Since he barely tolerates most humans, I say Digby needs some legwarmers. Or maybe a simple scarf. Foo has one of those too, and looks just as fab in it.
