meme! movies i luuurve

I'm not able to blog during work anyone. That's a bit of a lie, as no one has told me to stop, but heads are rolling and it's making me nervous, so I have to save it for my personal time. And you know something? I'm thrilled that I have better things to do than sit at home and blog (like drinking! in bars!).

And still, the guilt of a update-free blog has really gotten to me, so I picked up this meme from another blog, I wish I remember which one, and so I only hope it doesn't bore.

Here are the rules:

1. Pick 10 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.
5. Looking them up is cheating, please don't. Jesus hates cheaters (I added the last part).
   

Have at it, only I picked 14 because I didn't want to leave any of my favorite movies out:

1. Love is too weak a word for what I feel - I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F's, yes I have to invent, of course I - I do, don't you think I do?
2. See me, I'm kinda into ugly... But only if it's sexy ugly. Jen, Kissing Jessica Stein
   
3. OK, so... so... sometimes I lie. I mean, I'm weird, man. About random stuff too, I don't even know why I do it. It's like... it's like a tick, I mean sometimes I hear myself say something and think, Wow, that wasn't even remotely true. David, Garden State
   
4. It's better to help people than garden gnomes. David, Amelie.
   
5. I saved Latin. What did you ever do? Jen, Rushmore
   
6. Good things come to obsessive-compulsives who fixate.
7. I'm very sorry for your loss. Your mother was a terribly attractive woman.
8. I'm dead and they're talking about wheat.
9. Patches? We don't need no stinkin patches. Jen, Troop Beverly Hills
10. He's weird, he's strange, he's sloppy, he's a total nightmare for women... I can't believe I haven't slept with him yet. Jen, Reality Bites
    
11. I'm not much on rear window ethics. David, Rear Window
    
12. What's your damage Heather? Danielle, Heathers
    
13. Why do you have to point out how stupid everyone is all the time? David, Lost in Translation
    
14. It's contradictory to defend Catalan at the very moment we're creating a European Union.

UPDATE: As David continues to smoke everyone in this "competition," I'm forced to admit I don't know how to strike out words in Blogger. Does anyone know? If so, do tell.

For now, I'm just going to bold the ones that have been correctly guessed, and then write the name next to it in italics. I hope that's not too confusing.

a MJ christmas

Wanna melt my cold, dead heart? Play me this (preferably the Peanuts version, but that bit in Royal Tenenbaums will suffice):

Without fail, that is my favorite Christmas song. Followed closely, and I mean closely, by this:

Because to me, Christmas means kick-ass songs, pretty wrapping paper, tons of pretty Holiday Christmas cards, dress-up clothes, curly hair, jewels, buzzes, catching-up, faux-family parties/drinking/eating, and Charlie Brown. Oh! and Mariah Carey.

Sigh. Today has been a great day, and it's not nearly over yet. The next wave is due over at any moment. Happy Christmas.

"We're in the middle of a revolution Jude. And what are you doing? Doodles and cartoons?"

Holy shit.

Do yourself a favor...

Pick yourself up, put on some pretty clothes, and go see Across the Universe. Do this immediately. Do not hesitate.

If not for him,

then for the strawberries...

Yes, you can thank me with strawberries.

"What's the Czech for "Do you love him"?"

Dooce wrote about loving the movie Once...


See? I told you Once was da bomb... remember (see Agosto '07 obsession)??? And when my favorite blogger ever references it, well... then I know I'm da bomb. That's just how it works in my special little world.

Emotional Fu*kwit

My tummy really hurt last night. It hurt so bad, I couldn't move. Hell - I barely made it home. Same situation as last Friday, but almost worse. What's wrong with me? If this is a stress-related injury... oy.

So, I was regulated to the bed which means, since my dang Tivo is broken, I had to watch a DVD. What did I watch? Surely something with the dreamy Jason Schwartzman (I hear you thinking), but you'd be wrong if you guessed Rushmore, Slackers, or Marie Antoinette. Nope, instead I chose Bridget Jones's Diary because, well, I felt like I could relate. And relate I did:

Resolution #1: uggg - will obviously lose 20 lbs. #2: always put last night's panties in the laundry basket. Equally important: will find nice sensible boyfriend and stop forming romantic attachments to any of the following: alcoholics, workoholics, sexaholics, commitment-phobics, peeping toms, megalomaniacs, emotional fuckwits, or perverts. Will especially stop fantasizing about a particular person who embodies all these things.

Wow did THAT have my name all over it, or what?

I'm ready for the fall.