FRIDAY………………yadrif.
You know that one quiz that was popular on the interflex a short while back about who you are as three fictional characters? First of all, I can’t stand those kinds of quizzes. Also, I’m secretly in love with those kinds of quizzes.
Except! I couldn’t find the quiz. I mean, I found ONE quiz (because when I looked for it, I found a hundred billion thousand hundred versions of it, and I have no idea which one is the original), but when I finished answering all the questions, and I clicked SUBMIT FINAL ANSWERS, it gave me the blasted 505 internal server error. Those words are not good. Especially because I didn’t get to find out who I am as three fictional characters! And this is clearly important in life.
So, I invented my own answers. Based on zero questions, and solely driven by my raging inner soul fairy parade. My three fictional characters are: Jessica Day from New Girl (right?), Kristen Wiig as Target Lady (obviously), aaaand the little mermaid (except with a painfully loud voice and a hair more cynicism).
I almost put together a little collage for you like the quiz does, but I didn’t want to seem that pathetic ha hah ah ah ah a!! ha hah a hHA HAH AHA. h ah a.
H ahah ahah.
…hello?
So you’ll never guess what show I just started watching, almost 17 years after its original airing.
I almost don’t even want to call it a show. It’s more like, a life-altering, life-sucking rabbit hole of obsession that has swallowed (swallen?) me whole and is digesting me slowly, like gum.
I just felt the earth tumble from the amount of jaws that plummeted from your faces.
IT.IS.SO.GREAT.
So smart. So funny. So sarcastic. So up my ’90s-loving alley.
And I love watching it aaaaaawwwwlll these years later, because of course it makes me nostalgic for those times. The early 2000s. Fresh off the heels of the 1990s. The music. The awful fashion (so many spaghetti straps!). The hairstyles. The lingo. And Kelly Bishop (helloooo, Dirty Dancing), who (whom?) I wholeheartedly believe is the greatest gift acting has ever seen. She’s my absolute favorite character. In the world. EVER. OF ALL TIME. LIKE, EVER. “Frozen pizza? That’s food you eat at a carnival, or in a Turkish prison.”
I’m irrationally in love with the show and all its quippiness. And guess what! I’m only 11 episodes into the first season, so I have a lawng Gilmore-licious road ahead.
However, I desperately need Lorelai and luscious Lumberjack Luke to hook up pronto, before I write Congress a letter.
The end.
Have you read Love Warrior?
(you’re like, “I WANNA TALK ABOUT GILMORE GIRLS SUMMOOOOORRRRRAAA.”)
It’s fantastic. I’m in a book club. (read: Refill My Wine-Club.) And we’re reading Love Warrior.
And it’s seriously wonderful.
However, I have this huge predicament now that Lorelai and Rory and Emily are in my life. How do I divide up my time?! 50% to the girls, and 50% to the book?
Wait, I’ve got it.
60/40.
65/35.
20/80.
No wait, this is it.
15/75.
Hold on, we’re getting there.
76/14.
48/52.
80/20! Like a good ground beef.
I’m hungry.
Remember Caramellos? That chocolate bar stuffed with caramel? Are those still amazing?
“I was right in the middle of a Caramello when I FOUND GOLD.” (<–that’s the jingle.)
Weekend plans?! My dawlin’ seester flew up from Arkansas to spend a gals only weekend with me. Well, two gals plus two snotty gremlins. I made her watch GG last night, and I think she really liked it! Up until the part when I heard her snoring from the other side of the sofa.
She’ll come around.
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