Malkovich, Malkovich?

The other day I had a fleeting thought, and since fleeting thoughts are sometimes my favorite kinds of thoughts, I thought I'd share it & pose a hypothetical question for you all to answer.

What if you could be anyone you wanted to be, that is - assume the body/identity of anyone you wanted, for say, 30 days? Whose life would you borrow? Why?

Of course those thoughts made me recall the movie Being John Malkovich, and one scene in particular. In this scene, actor John Malkovich discovers that not only is there a portal into his brain, but that a down-on-his luck puppetier (played by John Cusack) has been selling admission tickets to enter the portal and silently observe his life.

What happens when you enter your own personality portal? Thank goodness someone put the clip on YouTube so you can find out right now!



My husband and I both love this part of the movie and have a little inside joke pertaining to it. Whenever we're around a person who seems a little pompous and self-involved, one of us will mutter to the other, "Malkovich, Malkovich?" under our breath. Gets us giggling every time.

Being JM itself is an okay movie, but not one of my all-time faves or anything. It's like other movies written by Charlie Kaufman such as Adaptation (in which we see Meryl Streep get supremely and convincingly high on a crazy Everglade orchid), and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (a film I mistook for an acid flashback the first time I viewed it). I don't always like them the first time I see them, but I'm always intrigued enough to give them a second viewing at a later date. After the second viewing I am usually a fan, and the more times I see them the more I like them.

So anywho, who wants to answer my question? "Enquiring minds want to know!" Who would you be for 30 days with no consequences? Whose life would you overtake for that period of time? Someone famous? Not? Do tell, if you please. Come on... spill!

A Decade of Laughs: NYE then and now.

Hello, and welcome to 2010, bitches! Who else is hating life right now? Here I am, back at the office on this first frigid Monday of the new year, about to own up to all the shit I slacked off on doing before/during the holidays. My boss will be in shortly to pester and irritate me; apparently not seeing him for over a week was not the respite that I needed. I need to not see him anymore, ever, and I plan to work on achieving that goal this year. Again.

But enough of me bitching about My Crap Job! I have photos to share, yo.



NYE was a blast, for sure! We had a great little party at our house and I do believe that a good time was had by all. I don't have much to say about it, so I'll let the pics speak for themselves.

For shits & giggles I scanned in the photos from our NYE celebration back in 1999. Mala hosted that gathering at her apartment in Manchester,a nd at midnight we went up to the roof to watch the fireworks, but they never came and we never did figure out why! Good thing we were prepared and brought Sparklers.

This NYE, we actually stepped out onto my deck to check out the full (Blue) moon and found my next-door neighbors setting off fireworks! It turned out to be quite a cool display, although my photos just make it look like the trees in my backyard were just exploding for no good reason. Oops!

Here we were, partying like it was 1999 (cuz' it was!):



NEW YEAR'S EVE 2009:

The whole gang at midnight (minus Laurie, who was partied out, me, b/c I was taking the pic, and a couple of the kids, who were either sleeping or off ransacking the food table):


Something made me laugh really hard:


I can't imagine what:


My PJ's rocked the hizzouse:


Yeah, give the kids noise-makers. Great idea.


Brudders!


Shake it, Mark!


Sugar High? I don't know to what you are referring, mother.


Posing with The Bev is mandatory.
Mala, Bev, and Jill:


Bev and Laurie:


The kids:


My kid knows how to party!


More proof that I am all that and a bag of chips:


Mark, here's your new Facebook profile pic! Enjoy.


Like mother, like daughter:


Fireworks/Exploding Trees:



Just the Girls:


IDK WTF this is.


The only other news that's fit to report is that Dick Clark now looks exactly like a ventriloquist's dummy, am I right? Yes, yes, we know he suffered a major stroke and all, but he looked like the animatronic version of himself the other night and it was painful to watch. Just sayin'.



Ok, gotta run. Boss-man is breathing down my neck and I have to go look busy. Have a great day, everyone!