Oh yes, America--you know what day it is.

Happy Fifth Official Jason Bateman Day!

Would you believe it's the Fifth Annual Unofficial Jason Bateman Day?

You know what, Jason? Even though you ended up playing a dick in Juno, you'll always be David Hogan and Michael Bluth to me--such a ladies' man and so very responsible! Please don't ever change and keep on doing what you're doing. I'll be falling asleep to the sweet theme song of The Hogan Family tonight for sure.


There's a love that's waiting there for you through the years...indeed.

 

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Since I'm really crashingly lazy...

I'm trying out a Tumblr blog. Apparently they're beyond easy, so in theory, I will be updating it more frequently than I do this one. Because my poor little fingers just can't take all the effort required for a Blogspot!! Anyway, not giving up on this one - just giving y'all an alternate way to get a quick lengli fix (and by fix I mean stupid links and photos I want to share; content optional).

 

Monday, August 18, 2008

Vignettes

1958

Dear Diary,

I could just die of happiness! I just got pinned by Stanley! Now we're really and truly going steady.

Oh, I have to go - Mom is making Salisbury Steak.

Love,
Lauren

1976

Dear Diary,

Dorothy Hamill just won the gold! I'm going out to the roller rink to celebrate!

Sorry so sloppy,
Lauren

1994

Dear Diary,

Well, I blew this week's allowance on hairspray, but it was so worth it. My hair didn't move once during cheer practice!

Gotta go, Billy is taking me out in his Camaro.

Luv,
Lauren

1976

Dear Diary,

Do you think Charlene noticed that my turtleneck is really a dickey? I hope she'll still ask me to the Sadie Hawkins Day dance....

-Laurence

1990

Deer Dairy,

GO SABES!

-Larry

1994

Yo Diary,

My mom just bought me an awesome Starter jackiet. I'm gonna wear it to school tomorrow over the Giants sweatshirt I got for Christmas.

Later,
Larry

1996


Dearest Diary,

I just got cast as the lead of the school musical! This will be such an amazing experience for me before I move to New York; that's when things are REALLY going to start happening for me.

Oh, I have to run - Mom and I are going shopping for window dressings!

Love,
Laurence

 

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Ouch.

Kimmy Gibber enjoying a hot dog

Some of the more choice excerpts from Kimmy Gibbler's Wikipedia entry (inspired by the very funny Sarah Brown):
However, it is D.J. who really loves her. The reason, whether it's because she can live on the edge a little by hanging around her, or because she gets to practice her leadership skills and guide her, is uncertain. It's probably more a desire to help Kimmy, though there is a little of the edge, too.

While no mental challenge is ever mentioned, it is of course possible that she had one. It may be that the writers wanted a prism with which to break the harsh reality of mental retardation into an artful spectrum of subtlety; Kimmy provided the means for them to do this.

Kimmy remarks that her family would live in a place for about five years, trash it, and then move out. Mentions of roller blading in the living room and such lead one to believe that is true, while since they lived next door all eight years, something - most likely owning the home instead of renting - led them to take better care of it so they wouldn't have to move out. And, what would cause them to have the money to buy the house next to the Tanners? That is not certain, but the speculation is as wild as Kimmy's 1970s clothing, and one suspects the answer may be as weird as Kimmy herself.

 

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Come back, Margaret

Known the world over simply as Margaret

You know who I thought of tonight?

MARGARET.

Anyone remember this guy? He was all over the gossip boards way back in 2005 because he managed to appear in many a paparazzi photo. He even got so big he was on the AOL Hot List (oooh!)!

Nothing like sharing the page with J.Simps.

I wonder what the li'l fella is up to these days. I wish he would come back; he reminds me of happy times like when Nick & Jessica were still together and when Hilary Duff still had her horse teeth. Sigh. Coincidentally, on the day that the Hilary Duff blog was posted, I was writing about Secret Twin Languages which then spiraled uncontrollably into a Sweet Valley High tangent in the comments. Twas actually one of the best months ever in lengli blog history - happy times, indeed!

Perhaps if he is restored to his rightful place alongside celebrities, he will usher in a new Age of Aquarius. Until then, we can only hope and pray.

Someday...

 

Today I'm taking a cue from Naynay and doing a WTF?!? post, even though it doesn't happen to be an alliterative day of the week. Sorry. But I just had to share what I found this evening on Myspace: 90210 ROLE PLAYERS.

So serious. There's even a Nat!

Now, I love this show as much as the next person - in fact, you might even say it's so precious to me; however, isn't role playing 90210 (with the original cast, not this bastardized new version in which Jennie Garth is now playing a guidance counselor) kind of like role playing Sanford & Son or All in the Family? Aren't these fans just a tad late?

Yes, this ship has totally sailed - and how! - but dammit if I can't help but be completely drawn into this RPG love-fest! Come on - wouldn't you be sucked in?
*[Dylan] was horrified by hearing about the abuse [Brenda] had gone through. She was the last person that deserved to go through such a horrible experience. Dylan had had bad things happen to him in the past, he had secrets of his own that ate him up inside, he knew how she felt, and he knew that getting things out would only help her. It was his own advice that he had yet to ever take, but he hoped that she at least would listen to him now. He put a hand on her shoulder.*

I won't force you to tell me if you're not ready, but you can if you need to. I'm by your side. It can only help you getting it out in the open. What you say to me I won't tell anyone.
Or this, from a different Brenda:
Nobody told you? Oh well thats because i told them not to make a big Deal about it. Well, I was with Dylan and we went to the beach, just as friends, to watch fireworks. It was late at night so me and Dylan got into a little argument. so we walked off alone he wasn't that far. Then there was this gang thing and they were whistling for me to go there and telling me I'm hot and asking me is i was good in the bed?! I told them to leave me alone and to get away from me and all of a sudden there was a gunshot and it was me. But it is no big deal.
Finally, for some real drama, tune in here and tell me you're not absolutely enraptured and dying to know more. Enjoy!

West Beverly High, not regular Beverly High, thanks

 

Friday, July 04, 2008

Hey, stop stealing our gods!

Whee, it's 1 am and someone has just gotten the very bright idea to blog instead of go to sleep. However, I just absolutely needed to share some of the pictures from the Blogger Weekend o' Fun 2008; specifically, I wanted to show off some photos from the Ting Tings concert Armsweat and her husband and I went to. In all honesty, the only way the night could have been better would have been if the Coreys decided to show up with their weird mouths.

So, as the story goes, one night Lisa and Greg and lengli were at a concert in Crooklyn, when all of a sudden, two enormously tall men planted themselves right in our protagonists' eyeline. "Oh great," Lisa mumbled, "The two pillars of civilization areright in our way."

THE TWO PILLARS OF CIVILIZATION. In other words:

Get out of our way, you guys!

This thought amused us for at least 20 minutes as we imagined that every time Rome got too close to Greece (read: danced all up on his piece) as he was wont to do, Greece would throw a minor hissy fit about his gods being stolen and whatnot. "Minerva? Minerva?!? Oh come on, don't you mean Athena??"

This went on until the most amazing thing happened: they were joined by a teeny tiny friend. And well, you can imagine what ensued:

The Mediterranean's angsty teenager

His font is kooky.

You know Cyprus spends most nights hanging out in his room and writing poetry about how uncool Greece and Rome are. Or, as Lisa so diligently found out through research:
The climate is temperate and Mediterranean with dry summers ("not depressed") and variably rainy winters ("depressed, crying all the time"). Summer temperatures range from warm at higher elevations in the Troöos mountains (AKA "forehead and scalp") to hot in the lowlands (AKA "the groinal regions"). Winter temperatures are mild at lower elevations, where snow rarely occurs, but are significantly colder in the mountains ("shoulders") with sufficient snow ("dandruff") for seasonal ski facilities. Dust storms are frequent throughout the year ("i.e., lack of bathing").

Cyprus has endured 4 years of drought and has severe restrictions on the use of water. Its two desalination plants ("kidneys?") cannot meet the demand. On June 30, 2008 has started to import ("mooch off of") water from Greece. Two tankers ("bottles") per day are arriving - estimated cost is more than 30m Euros.
Oh, and then this happened.

Luciano Pavarotti lurks behind the bar

LUCIANO PAVAROTTI. AT A BAR.

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