Otra Vez En Espanol

I finally found a show that caters to my lever of Spanish comprehension. Here's hoping they come up with El Departmento Emergencia! Maybe then I can learn to conjugate in past and future tense!

The French Strike Again

I watched a movie today that so resembled the little French girl's story (see Jan. 7 post), I can't help but think the whole country is high on wine and cigarette smoke. I will provide a comparison between the Mister Lonely movie and the French girl. Mister Lonely was funny to look at (like the little Amelie French kid), made no sense (like Winnie the Pooh losing monkeys), went no where (somehow and lion tries to kill himself and ends up in heaven with a hippo), introduced other characters whose stories went nowhere (how did a witch end up in this story?), and ends depressingly (same). But again, it was all very cute to look at. So you can see what I'm talking about, I've helpfully pirated pictures from the movie and provided a "plot" synopsis.

Marilyn and Michael meet in idyllic Paris. They are attracted to each other. She persuades him to come live in an impersonator utopia. Marilyn is breathlessly ecstatic.

Marilyn is married to Charlie Chaplin. They often walk around in yellow boots. Charlie sometimes resembles Adolf Hitler. Marilyn is melancholy.

Marilyn and Charlie have a daughter: Shirley Temple. Marilyn is pretending everything is okay.

At the impersonator farm, Abe Lincoln rides around on a tractor. Wearing yellow boots.

Buckwheat washes the Pope because "the Pope smells." Where did the water come from? Buckwheat has a romantic attachment to a chicken. He's going to be the stepfather to her eggs.

They have a dinner party to toast the sheep on the farm. All the sheep are sick and have to be shot by the Three Stooges. Marilyn is sad.

Marilyn was once a nun (and Werner Herzog was the priest). She falls out of an airplane and lives. She convinces all the other nuns to jump out of the plane and do tricks to show God's miracle. They all die and end up floating in the ocean. She becomes Marilyn. Marilyn kills herself at the impersonator utopia.

Michael rides away into the sunset on a tiny motorbike. Curious George follows. Now it's over.

Why French Stories End Incomprehensibly

It's in the genes!

I love how every story this kid's ever heard becomes a great epic. Also a French trait...


Once upon a time... from Capucha on Vimeo.

Dear Santa, All I Want Is A Mini Cooper (with racing stripes)

(This is the mini I created - in Oxygen Blue - on the website.)

I don't know much about them, but they drive like a go-kart (seriously, it says so on the website), they look freaking cool, and they come with racing stripes. I love all things with racing stripes. Workout pants with racing stripes. Scarves with racing stripes. Shoes with racing stripes. There's nothing that doesn't look good with racing stripes. And sunroofs. And chrome gas caps.

Too bad it takes 6 months to deliver Minis. Seriously, 6 months (it says so on the website).

Apple is Genius

So I'm schilling for the company, but I don't care. I just downloaded iTunes new Genius toolbar which creates playlists from your music. You just have to select a song you like and it does the rest. Suddenly I'm listening to all those songs I forgot I had, and let me tell you, I have pretty damn good music taste (I swear I don't know how 3 Enya CDs ended up on my laptop). But it doesn't matter because the Genius toolbar ignores Enya. It has good taste too.

So here's my new workout playlist inspired by Sweet Emotion (inspired by Guitar Hero! Aerosmith!!!) as suggested by Genius.

Sweet Emotion----- Aerosmith
Purple Haze----- Jimi Hendrix
Money----- Pink Floyd
Iron Man----- Black Sabbath
Fly Away----- Lenny Kravitz
Crash Into Me----- Dave Matthews Band
Otherside----- Red Hot Chili Peppers
My Hero----- Foo Fighters
Livin' On The Edge----- Aerosmith
Like a Stone----- Audioslave
Sunday Bloody Sunday----- U2
Touch of Grey----- The Grateful Dead
Jamie----- Weezer
Somebody To Love----- Queen
Walk This Way----- Aerosmith
Ants Marching----- Dave Matthews Band
Foxy Lady----- Jimi Hendrix
American Woman----- Lenny Kravitz
Look What You've Done----- Jet
Soul To Squeeze----- Red Hot Chili Peppers
Girl----- Beck
Shine----- Collective Soul
Rock The Casbah----- The Clash
When I Come Around----- Green Day
Drive----- Incubus

(As you can see, Aerosmith works out too. Or uses heroin, but whatever.)

Badass at the YMCA

I WISH I was the Badass at the YMCA, but no it wasn't me. There was this guy in his 70s (think Sean Connery) wearing a black speedo swimming laps. He was there before me and he finished just about the same time I did. But while I flopped out of the pool, he jumped out and started doing stomach crunches. Badass style. Because that's how he rolls.

And now a few notes on the pool: 1) Swimming makes me happy. Happier than running laps because its more difficult to get sweaty. 2) I use this time to practice running codes in my head (you know code blue ER type codes) because it gets my heart rate up. 3) Someday through swimming and running codes in my head, I hope to be as svelte as the Village People. Then maybe I too could be a Badass at the YMCA.

How the Wii Sucked Us In

After a little vacation from the blog due to a nasty virus/trojan infection, I'm back! (Thanks to the good folks at bleepingcomputer.com who graciously offered their freeware to rid the internet world of another infection.)

So here's what I did with my free time: Guitar Hero! Aerosmith version!!! (As modeled by Joy).


Joy's so obsessed that she bought Guitar Hero even though the Wii was only on loan. And now she's going to buy a Wii. Nintendo doesn't even need to advertise anymore, just let people borrow a Wii for a week and the credit card numbers will come.

UPDATE: In the interest of truthiness, Joy wants me to clarify my post. 1) I have played more Guitar Hero than Joy (true). 2) Joy is obsessed with the Wii, but then so am I - I just don't have the money to buy one (true). 3) I'm a better Guitar Hero than Joy (very very true). 4) As Joy pointed out - no one reads my blog anyway, so none of this matters (not true, but she's jealous of my Guitar Hero prowress).