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Random Thoughts Thursday: Favorite Things

They’re Random! They’re Thoughts! It’s Thursday!

This Week: Favorite Things

In honor of next Thursday being Thanksgiving here in ‘Murica, let’s look at some (mostly) silly things of life that are My Favorite Things, for which I’m grateful:

As listed in my latest newsletter (that’s right, subscribers’ heads were filled with this fascinating info a good two weeks before you!):

  • making up words
  • real words that sound made up, like williwaw
  • dollar store reading glasses (clearer vision for A DOLLAR!)
  • self-checkout at the library ~ beep… beep… BOOKS!
  • Burger King kids’ meals
  • owls
  • SNOW!
  • the first night on fresh, clean sheets.


  • Jeopardy!
  • Pandora’s skipping function
  • Brand new pencil erasers
  • When the layers for my layer cake come out even/level
  • Chocolate jimmies
  • Starbucks Black Iced Tea
  • Getting and sending mail
  • When the ponytail elastic with the weakened, stretched-out part holds on for one more twirl (three times ’round!)
  • That ‘holds on’ made me think of Jamie Walters and that song from the 90s (did you know he’s a fireman now?)
  • Ladybugs and butterflies
  • The spiders in my house/on my car, all named Herman
  • Full service gas stations
  • Drives by the river or to the ocean
  • Toll-free roads
  • Autumn (see two pics I had in an exhibit in my other life here)
  • Winter (there will be MANY photos when there is snow. You’ve been warned.)
  • That I am the type of person who sings along with the music in the grocery store, makes screeching tires noises when I go around a curve (even at 10mph), and when I saw new carts at Target a few years ago, I almost jumped out of my skin. “NEW CARTS! COOL!”
  • Making people smile. You are, aren’t you? C’mon. I know you are.

Daisy Smiley Face: It's My Happy Place.

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Random Thoughts Thursday: I *heart* stuff

They’re Random! They’re Thoughts! It’s Thursday!

  • True Detective has returned to make going to sleep on Sunday nights difficult again.
  • Yes, I’m watching, not as obsessively as the first time, but still… Thanks, HBO, for the return to Carcosa and the blabble about time and flat circles and the Yellow King.
  • I *heart* Rust Cohle.
  • Sick to death of McConaughey, though.
  • He’s my new Bradley Cooper/JLaw — they wore out their welcome last January or so.
  • They replaced Anne Hathaway, who made me miserables for that entire awards season, then finally, thank all things good, disappeared.
  • Glad I finally saw Dallas Buyers Club, though (again, thanks, HBO).
  • I *heart* Jared Leto — he played Rayon.
  • I still *heart* MSCL.
  • Jeopardy! started its 31st season this week.
  • What is something that makes me extremely nerdily happy? (I *heart* Jeopardy!)
  • Can Brandon and Dylan and Steve and David Silver make appearances?
  • I still *heart* Beverly Hills, 90210.
  • If we could, I would totes meet you all at the Peach Pit for some pie and fun conversation.
  • I *heart* that… and you for reading!
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Random Thoughts Thursday: What ‘True Tori’ Taught Me

They’re Random! They’re Thoughts! It’s Thursday!

  • I like pointe shoes, cellos, and Shakespeare.
  • I watched all 6 episodes of True Tori.
  • Enigma.
  • Whilst watching True Tori, I learned the following:
  • Some women over the age of 25 still call romantic relationships “fairytales.” I blame the Disney Princesses.
  • Dean calls Tori ‘babe’ and ‘baby’ most of the time. This is a handy way for men who like to roam to never call their S.O. by the wrong woman’s name.
  • Not all Canadian males are lovely (a certain oily-haired one married to Ms. Spelling is sullying my other favorite Canadians’ images… Kiefer, Mr. Platt, Colin Mochrie).
  • High-pitched TV crying should be subtitled or should be accompanied by hand gestures.
I still don't know what she said in this scene. Photo from
I still don’t know what she said.
  • Dean bought bearded dragons upon returning home from rehab and being reunited with his kids and Tori. I did not know that dragons were the way to a woman’s heart.
  • Dean doesn’t understand the definition of irony since he bought a lizard to make up for his cheating. Dean. Bought a lizard.
  • Tori has not four but five children, the oldest being an oily-haired Canadian.
Tori's 5 children (L to R): Finn, Stella, Big Dean, Liam, and Hattie. Photo from
Tori’s 5 children (L to R): Finn, Stella, Big Dean, Liam, and Hattie. Photos from


  • Forget Donna Martin graduates!

Donna Martin graduates!

  • Now Donna Martin irritates. (She kinda stood up for herself, then not, then… “I may not get my happy ending.” Make your own happy ending, darling.)
  • I’ll be reading a book a day forever for having subjected my brain to first Lindsay on Own and now True Tori.
  • Now THAT’s a happy ending for me.
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The picture’s the pits

His name beckoned me to click it in the trending list of whatever page I was on (they’re everywhere): Jason Priestley. I wondered what the former Brandon Walsh is up to. I haven’t seen him since 2007’s Don’t Cry Now, which he directed and in which he was reunited with Cameron Bancroft (Joe Loves Donna to you 90210 fans). CLICK!

Turns out, Jason wrote a memoir. Squee! Then I remembered that Shannen Doherty wrote a book, too (I’m still trying to forget). Of course, hers was part memoir/part how to be a “bad ass” (or just sound like an ass saying that phrase every other sentence). But maybe his is better. Maybe he has interesting stories to tell since he’s not only an actor, but a director, a car racer who almost died doing that, and a dad. Besides, I wouldn’t mind a visit back to 90210… oh, who am I kidding? If SoapNet hadn’t gone off the air, I’d still be watching weekend marathons, even though I’ve seen every episode a zillion times (and just might own several seasons on DVD).

So I’m reading the post at UsWeekly where the link dropped me. Scrolling, reading about how Jason thought Shannen was a bit over the top when he met her (no kidding), and then I see the cover:

Wow! He hasn't aged a day!
Wow! He hasn’t aged a day!

Are you kidding?

This is worse than dating site photos — they’re only five or 10 years old. This pic is at least 20 years old. Jason, now 44, looks closer to that age than that of his high school or early 20s self.

Seriously, who made this call? The publisher? Uh, 90210 fans remember his name (big letters there) and would still recognize him today — I mean, he looks like Brandon Walsh, just older:

Hi, Older Brandon! Picture from
Hi, Older Brandon! Picture from

If publishers worried that people wouldn’t recognize Jason in his old age now (as opposed to the zygote in that photo), maybe a better title would have caught people’s eye? A Memoir?? It’s nice to know what it is, but I don’t think genre names are titillating titles.

How about:

  • I’m Not Brandon Walsh, but I Played Him On TV
  • Jason Priestley: It’s Not the 90s Anymore
  • Starring Jason Priestley, the Artist Formerly Known as Brandon Walsh.

But no. Instead of a creative title, they gave me a creative cover, with a photo from the days of the elder Bush’s administration.

Shannen used a current photo on her book (that’s so bad ass!). Donna Martin, er, Tori Spelling uses her current visage on everything she does. Jennie Garth’s book cover is her circa now, not her circa the Kelly Taylor days.

HarperCollins calls his memoir “charming and honest.” People, we can’t even get past the cover before the fiction starts. Who knows what’s waiting inside.

I think when I publish my book(s), I’ll ask my publisher to use my high school graduation photo. Looks just like me, only *mumble mumble* years ago. Hey, it worked for Jason.

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Random Thoughts Thursday: Brief Epistles

  • Dear Mother Nature:

Please choose. We all have to make decisions. I know it’s difficult, but not as much as carrying around three weights of coats because you can’t make up your mind. Hot or cold. Pick one and stick with it.

I’m too young for your menopausal hot flashes


  • Dear Tori:

I admit it. I watched True Tori. My former 90s 90210 devotion demanded it (Donna Martin graduates!). I won’t watch the rest: he calls himself Deano (rhymes with Beano – there’s a joke in there somewhere) and the words he uses the most are me and I. It’s somehow too crappy for crappy reality TV. Good luck. Oh, and don’t forget to buy paper towels.

She who wishes you’d shoot the show in the Peach Pit with the old gang


  • Dear Lindsay:

Don’t get cocky — your show is still the rotten orange to Tori’s awful apple. Hey, have you unpacked all the boxes yet?

The woman who wouldn’t try to organize your apartment (or your world) even if you paid me


  • Dear Twitter:

I’m sorry I didn’t understand your amaze-itude in its entirety until recently. Your lists are an organizational guru’s dream! Your little hashtag games are so fun. And the conversation (though brief) is #awesome. Thanks!

~She who loves you bunches (until some other techy thing takes over, I’m sure)


  • Dear Tumblr:

No. Really. Never.