And on the 6th day, there was Ewan McGregor

I've been managing to keep up with my Dreamboat of the Day thing at the Tumblr.
To honour a conversation Double D and I had yesterday about the movie Down With Love, I have decided to make the 6th day Dreamboat Ewan McGregor.
Those eyes, those lips, that voice!!! Mr. McGregor has made a shitload of movies and not all of them are great (sorry, Ewan!) BUT - most of them are pretty freaking awesome. I have listed my top 5 here. Of course, it was hard to pick my top 5 but I had to because he has done a lot of really good ones.
My favourite Ewan memory is when I learned that my aunt is BFFs with Charley Boorman. No big deal, right? WRONG!!! Charley Boorman participated in the Long Way Round series with Mr. McGregor himself as they rode their motorcycles across the world. It was a great show. And where was their last stop along the way? Why, NYC, of course. Who did Charley call when they arrived? My aunt of course! Craziness, pure craziness. I'm 1 degree away from Mr. McGregor. *le sigh*
But I digress. I should really be mentioning the movies where he *ahem* "exposes" himself. Those are probably his BEST roles. Just kidding! Although, some of my favourite McGregor moments are the ones where you can see his junk. Here are a few examples: Curt Wild's entrance into Brian Slade's world in Velvet Goldmine, the only watchable scenes in Young Adam are the ones where Ewan is sexing up the ladies (that IS one of the main reasons I bought that movie but I should really give it another watch because I only saw it once and once was enough when it came to Tilda Swinton - Sorry!) and, of course, the Pillow Book.
The Pillow Book came out in 1996. I was 16 or so when I found it at my house the next summer. You see, my Mom had a habit of renting foreign films from the local Blockbuster and it became very apparent to me that foreign meant pornographic / semi-pornographic after I accidentally (I swear it was accidental - it was one of those "Once you see it, you can't un-see it" movies) watched Paris, France. ANYWAYS - after that eye-burning experience when I was 14, I knew that foreign = dirty, dirty movies. So, I decided to take a look-see at The Pillow Book. And I think that's when my infatuation with Mr. McGregor began. Not only was he nude, he was also handsome and it was a beautiful story.
So to honour Mr. McGregor's acheivements (and our convo, Double D), Ewan McGregor is the Dreamboat of the Day today. I will leave you with one of my fave songs from Moulin Rouge! and the other song that makes me cry hysterically every time I watch/listen to it (because it speaks to me in a way that I can't really explain except with the initials DDM):


Happy daydreaming with Mr. McGregor!
♥
Katzi
S.L.Y.A.S.D.I.

Daisy picks her final 3

So, Little Miss Daisy is taking 12 Pack, London and in a (scripted) twist, Flex to Hawaii for the finale. I knew London would end up in the final 2 / 3. I just knew it. And didn't our friend Natasha from Paris Hilton's first season look all...well, Natasha-y? I mean, camera ready? All I kept thinking was, "All Natasha wants is to be on TV. And of course she'd be friends with London. Of course she would!" That may take London down a notch for me. I was a Natasha fan on Paris' show but I'm a little over her appearances because it's looking a little fake to me.
ANYWAYS - how fucked up was what Daisy said about Sinister??!?!?!?!? I know Sinister has anger issues and whatnot but damn, she was stringing him along? DAMN. That's crazy. She freaking drove him and his best friend Chi Chi apart, she led him on and she let him down. Sinister was actually my main choice (after London left) to make it to the end and now - he's home, crying in the arms of Chi Chi. Imagine what he was thinking when he saw that episode air. I mean, after giving your all for someone and crying on camera and putting it all out there, imagine hearing the person you were fighting for saying that they basically took you that far because they felt sorry for you. *Frowny face*
Oh well. The finale is going to be awesome because Flex hates London and blah blah blah. And as much as I ♥ London, I'm a little over him because of his friendship with Natasha. It just proves that everyone is trying to get their 15 minutes and they'll do whatever it takes. *Sigh*. Remember when TV was good?

♥
Katzi
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The origins of the "Dreamboat of the Day"

The other day, my BF and I were trying to find something to watch on TV when we stumbled upon Cartoon Network's new "Real" thing that they're doing. I stopped in the hopes that it would be Destroy Build Destroy so that I could check out Andrew W.K. and lo and behold, it was what we had stopped on but it was...a little boring. Well, at first. The best part would have to be (of course) when they're blowing shit up at the end! But the only reason I stayed on it was for one thing: Mr. Party Hard's smile.
I will admit, a few years back I HATED Andrew W.K. with a passion. My thought was, "Who the FUCK sings about partying ALL THE TIME??? Who?!" But someone showed me the then controversial I Get Wet album cover and I put aside the grossness of his always sweaty white jeans and tee and thought to myself, "Man, that guy is hot - even with a bloody nose". But I still didn't like his music.
So, I went on with my dilemma: being very attracted to Andrew W.K. but hating his music until one Warped Tour summer in 2002 or 2003. I was on my way to Tiger Army (I think) and I looked over to the main stage where Andrew W.K. was performing with none other than my friend Roury Miller on his shoulders. Something happened to me that day. Something awesome. I ditched my friends who were on their way to Tiger Army (I think) and went over to Andrew W.K.'s audience. Everyone was smiling and having...fun! It was the greatest thing I had ever seen! I forgot about hating his music and LOVED it. I loved all of it - the show, the crowd, the sweaty jeans and tee, the long, greasy, sweaty black hair, the partying - EVERYTHING. Like a moth to a flame, I bought "I Get Wet" and played the hell out of it. I still do, actually. But there is one song in particular by Mr. W.K. that gets me all riled up: Make Sex. Well, it's not really a song as much as it is the world's greatest anthem - next to Party Hard, of course!
A year later (I think), I went to see him at the Masquerade with my BF (one of the few shows he's accompanied me on). It was AWESOME. I didn't think they'd let people get on stage but when you get enough punks rushing it, you're not really going to dodge them. So, needless to say, I got up on stage and shared a mic with Mr. Andrew W.K. himself! We somehow got smushed together, sweat and all, on the drum set. It was painful but worth it - especially when he read my shirt ("Vincent Price is a Pimp"), smiled and said, "That's the raddest fucking thing I've ever seen!" I will always remember that because it was the greatest fun I had (at that point) at a show.
So, after reminiscing and being charmed by his smile, I decided that I would start a "Dreamboat of the Day" on the Tumblr with Andrew W.K. to kick it off. It was also an excuse to post that particular photo of A.W.K. Wowzers meowzers!

Hopefully, I'll be able to keep it up.

Today's Dreamboat: Michael Pitt. He's a whole other story for another day :)

♥
Katzi
S.L.Y.A.S.D.I.

Grover Goes to School

Okay, I may or may not have written about this before but I love the book Grover Goes to School. I thought about it today when I was participating in Kind Over Matter's Giveaway Thursday. The task was to list your "Favorite Book the younger version of yourself loved to pieces". I racked my brain for everything that I had read in my childhood and "Grover Goes to School" stuck out like a sore thumb.
The story is classic: He tries to make friends on the first day of school but the kids are mean to him and it's basically the worst day ever. I'm tearing up just writing this! It's crazy! I thought of this book for the first episode of CSI: with Laurence Fishburne as a new cast member. He was totally like Grover! Halfway through the episode, I made the connection and started bawling! My BF ran into the room to make sure I was okay and when I tried to explain how Dr. Langston was just like Grover in "Grover Goes to School", I started crying even more! I love that book more than anything and I would give anything to find my old copy with the audio tape that came with it. (Honestly, I think it's in my brother's room. Prepare to be raided!)


♥
Katzi
S.L.Y.A.S.D.I.

Doe Deere + Unicorn = Best Birthday Theme EVER!!

My favourite beauty blogger had a birthday recently and in her truly fabulous style, she had a fairy tale theme where she was my favourite thing in the universe: a unicorn!
As much as I love reading her blog, I haven't been lately because I've been sidetracked by many things so today, I decided to check in after about 2 months and there she was, in her unicorned glory! She always has the best makeup tips and tutorials and her articles are always inspiring to me simply because it's wonderful to see another talented woman doing what she wants in the way of art, fashion and everything else! It seems like she never sleeps because she's either modeling, working on her cosmetic line: Lime Crime, traveling and everything else you can imagine!
Her makeup tutorials and tips are the BEST! (My favourite was the Becoming Fafi tutorial - which loosely inspired my red and black Valentine's Day look). I try to play with the styles she does every time, I just have a hard time blending because I have NO experience on my own - Oni and Lala always did it for me - and when I did it on my own, I would lose patience, hence all the monochromatic eyelids (if you've seen me out and about). Every once in awhile, I try to utilize the bright colours I have acquired but I keep the blending to a minimum. Doe Deere's tutorials are so helpful, they make me forget what a pain blending is and it makes the whole process fun for me - even though I'm still clumsy in the blending department. But in doing her tutorials, I've noticed that what I always knew was right: What I can do on one side, I can't do on the other. Examples: In knitting, I can't knit the same thing twice right away (sleeves, gloves, ears...), when doing cat eyes with liquid liner, I have to draw them on with pencil first to make a line to trace with liquid liner later or else I'm in the bathroom for hours trying to make it symmetrical, with eye shadow, I always end up uneven somehow (one side looks amazing and the other side looks sloppy or heavy), when I'm making notes / postcards, I can't make the same design twice - no matter how much I ♥ it, it will NEVER come out right.
So, when I'm doing Doe Deere's make up tutorials, I try to do each part at the same time on both eyes. It's hard and annoying and I usually end up starting over on one eye or putting my own spin on it. Either way, she is an inspiration to me in many ways and I hope that she can be an inspiration to you. (Maybe next, I'll take her fashion advice and stop being such a chicken and start dressing the way I want to again. But it was so much easier in high school...*le sigh*)



♥
Katzi
S.L.Y.A.S.D.I.

London's return!

I knew this day would come - I just didn't know when, but when 12 Pack said that Sinister's real name was Jeremy Lee, I knew London would return. It was so obvious! And once I saw his leather jacketed self, I squealed like a little schoolgirl. My BF did not enjoy that at all. He thinks London is an asshole and rightfully so. But aren't those "dangerous", punk rock guys the stuff dreams are made of? I say that from experience. My first love was a punk rock guy like London: scrawny, big mouth, bigger attitude, ego, in a band and difficult. We had our many ups and downs throughout the 2 years we dated but all in all, our relationship was fun. Fun like trashing venues, movie moments, stealing things only teenagers would steal, experiencing firsts that I won't mention and a bunch of other stuff that true love evokes. London brings all that back to me. The way he looks at Daisy is the way my ex-BF used to look at me and it makes me swoon every time. And it makes Daisy fall on her ass - which was hilarious. But, I know how Daisy feels. She's charmed by London and so am I. Guys like him are jerks, sure, but it's a love that is timeless. and aren't we all jerks at some point? It's hard to explain but I can say that I totally understand Daisy and London.






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Katzi
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Vegan Subway Bacon Adventure!

For those of you who know me, you know that my BF is Vegan. This poses many problems when we are trying to decide what to eat and that also means that we never really eat the same things - especially when we're cooking at home (obviously). But we know, for sure, that my BF can totally eat at Subway. Score for everyone! Well...almost.
Yesterday was our first full day of no air conditioning at our house (outside temp was 95 degrees!). I cooked some things requiring the use of the oven and the house, obviously, heated up like a damn furnace so I decided for dinner, there would be no use of the oven or stove. That meant Subway sandwiches! Huzzah! Even though I usually order a hot sandwich (meatball sub or cheese steak sammy YUM!), I decided to ditch it for a nice, cool BLT. Ahhhhhh. Chilled lettuce, cheese, slightly warm bacon, tomatoes and pickles. Sweet! Usually I let my BF go first so that the meat products I get don't contaminate his sweet Vegan sandwich and the girls who we usually deal with know that but there was one fatal flaw yesterday: both of our sandwiches were made at the same time.
Everything was going fine until our sandwich tech grabbed the uncooked bacon, put it in the microwave and then TOUCHED my BF's lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers and all the other items he normally gets. He cringed but not too much. Then - the ultimate Vegan nightmare - the bacon was done, I was about to say don't worry about my sandwich just yet and giving my BF the side-eye to see if he was going to say something but neither of us did in time. Our sandwich tech had her gloved hands full of cooked bacon and was laying it on my sandwich. Then her bacony hands molested my BF's Vegan sandwich to which we both winced and my poor BF yelled out. I asked "What's wrong" in the hopes that he would explain his Veganism to get his sandwich made over again but he didn't say a thing. I paid for our bacon feast and we left.
When we got home, I got my plate out and put my sandwich on it, ready to eat. My BF went outside, checked the mail, started pulling weeds and surveyed our leaning mailbox obviously avoiding his bacon-affected sandwich. I kept telling him he could throw it away or give it away but he didn't answer. He just sat down, staring at it with the saddest frown on his face. After about 10 minutes of him picking at his chips and me mauling my sandwich (I was starved), he declared he couldn't eat it. I said, "You should have fucking said that in the first place!" He looked like I just murdered a puppy. I knew he couldn't eat it and that was the declaration I was looking for. He said he felt awful for throwing it away after I had just paid for it but we both decided that he needs to be more assertive when we go to Subway next time. I bet our sandwich tech would have gladly made him another sandwich if he had explained his situation to her but we'll never know.
Part of me wishes he took a tiny bite. You know, for hilarity's sake.

♥
Katzi
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