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I don’t love Downton Abbey. There. I said it. (Please don’t thrown rotten vegetables at me.) I gave it a good go. I watched the first two seasons and started recording the third until I had time to watch it. I was finally able to steal a couple of hours the other night to get back into it and…nothing. I wasn’t intrigued. The plot line is slow. The dialogue isn’t funny or entertaining. It’s just…blah. It reminds me of the days I lived with my grandparents and my grandma watched Masterpiece Theater all the time. I hated it. I’m glad to see PBS has a hit show on their hands for once, but I’m just not a fan.

No love for Downton.

And while we’re on the topic of me not liking shows everyone else likes, I’ll also confess that I don’t like The Bachelor. Or The Bachelorette. Or any other matchmaking show. I watched the first couple of seasons of both and that was enough. I suppose I’ve just lost fascination with other people’s love lives. Actually, I guess that’s not entirely true. I still read all the sordid details about celebrity breakups and makeups in my US Weekly. But I still roll my eyes and skip over the stories involving reality TV stars.

Why is this guy always on my magazines?!

I don’t understand the appeal of Bethenny Frankel. I watch a lot of Ellen, mostly because it’s one of the few shoes that I can have on while the baby plays on the floor. No sex, guns, violence – a little inappropriateness now and again, but for the most part, it’s kid-friendly. Anyway, Ellen is a huge Bethenny fan and helped her get her own show, so she’s on there almost every other week it seems. And I just don’t get it. What’s her hook supposed to be? What is it about her that I should be drawn to? It’s not that I dislike her, I just don’t get why she’s famous.

“I don’t get it either.”

If you’re a longtime reader, you know I have a mild obsession with John Stamos. The other night, after an evening that included a 10 minute viewing of a Full House rerun and a glass of wine, I had a dream about Mr. Stamos. A very good dream that I’m certain my husband would not approve of, if I were to tell him. (And I have not. In my dream, I was also conveniently single, so that makes it ok.) Let’s just say I woke up in a better mood than usual.

“So…wanna makeout?”

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I’ve been going through some old blog posts, something I rarely do, but I’m planning to go a bit more public with this whole blog thing and wanted to make sure I haven’t said anything that could a) piss off anyone that knows me in real-life or b) get me fired.

Anyway, I found this old post from Feb. 2009 about all the celebs that have jumped on the Twitter bandwagon. The first adopters were Ashton and Demi and I put out a public plea for them to sign-up every celebrity so we could put an end to all this paparazzi business.

So Ashton and Demi, get all your other famous friends on Twitter and let’s start a movement. If you can get Brangelina on Twitter, I will personally pledge to never buy another tabloid magazine again.

Other, non-A-list celebs on Twitter are probably noticing a slight boost in their suffering careers. Or at least keeping their names out there (yeah, I’m looking at you @freddurst and @mchammer). Some of my own personal faves: @elijahwood (my teen crush) and @davejmatthews. Now if only John Stamos would sign-up…

I forgot I ever made the John Stamos comment, but it appears John got the message and  my wishes came true.  I am henceforth holding myself solely responsible as the reason @JohnStamos finally joined “the Twitter.” I mean, that’s the only possible explanation! There’s no way he just woke up one morning and thought, “Ya know what? I think I’ll see what this Twitter thing is all about.” It’s WAY more likely that he got up, made a cup of coffee, and checked my blog, just like he does every morning, and decided to take my advice. He never comments, but that’s okay. I know he’s just shy.

*Alternately titled: Liz is Delusional

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…John Stamos.

46 and still hot. How could any woman resist that killer smile? ::husband nudges arm, points to ring on finger.::  Oh, right. Well, how could any SINGLE woman resist that killer smile? Exactly.

Don’t worry John. We’ll always have New Orleans.


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In 1988, a movie came out that would quickly become one of my childhood favorites:


“Hot to Trot” features a talking race horse and a funny-talking main character (the actor and comedian otherwise known as Bobcat Goldthwait).

Do you know this movie? It’s okay if you don’t. But I? Loved this movie. And like all obsessive little children, I had to know everything about the real actor – Bobcat Goldthwait – so I could collect all of his movies and watch them repeatedly. But since I was only 6 when this movie came out and admittedly, I could barely read, it would be about 10  more years, once we finally got a magical thing called “The Internet” , before I could let my true celebrity obsession show. Enter EBay. The place that saw nearly every last dollar that I ever made working at the local movie theater.

I have no shame in admitting that I bought videos (Scrooged, Shakes the Clown, One Crazy Summer), HBO specials, and even an autographed photo of the guy. I just liked him. I can’t explain why.

At the time, I think he was doing the voice of the bunny on a show called Unhappily Ever After and I just sort of forgot about him until my annual viewing of Scrooged around Christmas time when I would think to myself  “I wonder what old Bobcat is up to these days.” Yes, I realize I’m not normal.

Last Friday morning, my alarm went off and just like I always do, I flipped on the TV and laid there with my eyes closed as I waited for the Today Show music to start.  I listened to the anchors babble on about the weather or sports or whatever it is they talk about until I heard a name that made me take notice: Bobcat Goldthwait was in town and would be performing two nights of stand-up comedy at JBucks restaurant. And that was that. We were going, end of story.

As for Bobcat? He did not disappoint. I felt kind of bad that whomever was responsible for promoting his act didn’t do such a hot job because there were only 21 people in the audience, but he still put on a good show. Though I almost cried a little when he said he was put in comedy jail for nine years after that damn talking horse movie. (Whatever man, I can attest that 6 and 7 year olds around the world loved that movie.) So Bobcat is a director now with a new movie featuring Robin Williams that’s due out later this year called “World’s Greatest Dad” which I fully intend to see. At the end of the show, he was nice enough to hang out, sign autographs and take pictures. I was the first one to approach him and confess what  a big fan I am. I’d like to think he was flattered and not creeped out but who knows. I was a teensy bit excited.

My hubz tried to snap a pic with my iPhone. Apparently I need to teach him how NOT to cut off part of my head when taking photos. And also to maybe lay off the caffeine because apparently he has the shakes too, as evidenced by all the blurriness.


And for a little piece of 80’s nostalgia, here’s a great clip of Bobcat doing some standup. Ah, the wonders of YouTube.

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Celebs and Twitter

Just before the weekend commenced, a big hullabaloo was happening on Twitter when word about Ashton Kutcher (@aplusk) and Demi Moore’s (@mrskutcher) Twitter feeds started spreading like wildfire. I checked out Ashton’s page and noticed that the night before, he got into a little tiff with Perez Hilton (@perezhilton)  over Perez’s constant insults of Ashton’s step-kids. I silently cheered Ashton on. Since I started following them just a few days ago, their followers have grown by the thousands. I just thought it was pretty cool that even certain celebs are tech-savvy. It somehow made me feel less geeky.

On Sunday, as hubby and I drove around running errands before the Super Bowl, I checked Twitter from my iPhone and saw some updates from Demi. I started to think: If all the major celebs were active Twitter users, it would put the tabloids out of business. Think about it. Wouldn’t you rather hear what a celeb is doing first-hand rather than read some paparazzi account of what they were doing accompanied by some shitty photograph where they have their hand in front of their face?  I know I would. Of course I would still buy magazines like People for the interviews, the red carpet photos, and commentary on the best/worst dressed, etc. But the stalker photos? I could do without those.

So Ashton and Demi, get all your other famous friends on Twitter and let’s start a movement. If you can get Brangelina on Twitter, I will personally pledge to never buy another tabloid magazine again.

Other, non-A-list celebs on Twitter are probably noticing a slight boost in their suffering careers. Or at least keeping their names out there (yeah, I’m looking at you @freddurst and @mchammer). Some of my own personal faves: @elijahwood (my teen crush) and @davejmatthews. Now if only John Stamos would sign-up…

If you’re on Twitter and want to see a list of more celebs using Twitter, check out this article. Oh yeah, and you can find me at http://twitter.com/missliz27. Tweet ya later!

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1. Twlight collection in hardcover (I’ve been borrowing my boss’ books). The good news is, a little bird told me that my in-laws have purchased this for me.

 2. Snowboots. I had to shovel the driveway last year (while fighting a bad case of bronchitis). These would’ve been nice to have:

3. A personal trainer. I’m sure my workouts* would be 10 times more intense if I had someone with abs of steel barking orders at me.

*this would imply that I actually work out. And I did…for awhile… but yesterday was the first time in about 2 months I’ve set foot in a gym. It’s pathetic. If only tummy tucks and lipo weren’t so… invasive.

4. Anything argyle

5. New dishes. I currently have two sets of dishes – hubby’s white and blue set from Wal-Mart, and my first anniversary (of dating) set from Bloomingdale’s that hubby bought for me in Chicago. Oddly enough, my expensive set from Bloomingdale’s has chipped and cracked while the Wal-Mart stuff has held up like steel. I’m leaning toward a purely white set like this white pearl set from Crate & Barrel (NOT pictured below) though if left to purchase them myself, will likely come from Target instead.

And thus concludes my wishlist for Xmas 2008.

Wait…it feels like I’m forgetting something…

Oh, right.

No list is complete without the Stamos.

There.  That’s better.

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I used to pretend that when John Stamos aka Uncle Jesse sang the song “Forever” to Rebecca on Full House, that really, he was singing to me.

This post brought to you today by massive amounts of caffeine and cold medicine.

You’re welcome.

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