Possibly one of the cutest videos ever.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
My Postmortem: TB Ep. 6 Season 3
So Truebies...
The season is already halfway over?!
I have to be honest with y'all...
I wasn't really into the episode last night until the last half.
Tara = Fierce. That's all I have to say.
Get it, Tara Mae!
Anyway, the end was when it all really came together for me.
The Bill/Lorena relationship makes me want to sock someone in the mouth.
But they did have a nice couple of scenes last night.
And again, Alexander Skarsgard in that sweater. Mmmmmm.
But even more so than the episode from last night, let's talk about the previews for next week.
OH BOY.
It sounds like they may be taking the route of the books that I was worried they'd take with Bill and Sookie's relationship. But maybe not. I'm still crossing my fingers that they don't. It would somewhat spoil the series for me.
Eric is going to tear sh*t down though. (Excuse my French) But it'll be epic. And I'm so excited for it.
Trade you the red one for the blonde one?
Damn.
On one hand, it's Sookie. But Jessica didn't ask to be a vampire, and didn't do anything wrong to be involved in anything.
It will be intense and I can't can't can't can't can't wait for Sunday.
I have a feeling it'll be the best episode of the season.
True Blood was even a trending topic last night with folks saying it was the best episode of the season.
I think that title will go to next week.
However, I'll continue watching the previous two just for that sweater.
The season is already halfway over?!
I have to be honest with y'all...
I wasn't really into the episode last night until the last half.
Tara = Fierce. That's all I have to say.
Get it, Tara Mae!
Anyway, the end was when it all really came together for me.
The Bill/Lorena relationship makes me want to sock someone in the mouth.
But they did have a nice couple of scenes last night.
And again, Alexander Skarsgard in that sweater. Mmmmmm.
But even more so than the episode from last night, let's talk about the previews for next week.
OH BOY.
It sounds like they may be taking the route of the books that I was worried they'd take with Bill and Sookie's relationship. But maybe not. I'm still crossing my fingers that they don't. It would somewhat spoil the series for me.
Eric is going to tear sh*t down though. (Excuse my French) But it'll be epic. And I'm so excited for it.
Trade you the red one for the blonde one?
Damn.
On one hand, it's Sookie. But Jessica didn't ask to be a vampire, and didn't do anything wrong to be involved in anything.
It will be intense and I can't can't can't can't can't wait for Sunday.
I have a feeling it'll be the best episode of the season.
True Blood was even a trending topic last night with folks saying it was the best episode of the season.
I think that title will go to next week.
However, I'll continue watching the previous two just for that sweater.
Monday, July 19, 2010
My Postmortems: TB Episodes 4 & 5 Season 3
So I'm WAYYYYY behind with my Postmortems. Sorry Trubie blog babies. It was my birthday last week and my roommate came in from Texas. So it was literally chaos.
But here we are, with the Postmortems of Episode 4 and 5.
Episode 4:
First of all: Sam's family. WTF?! His father makes me angrier and angrier every time he comes on the screen. And his mother is up to something... I don't know why I'm convinced of that... but I'm convinced.
Sookie's little makeover. Ooh la la. And the Vamp King distributing blood? I told you previously that there would be a war, and this is making it even more evident that there will. The Queen and King doing virtually the same thing? It's going to bring everyone into question. And things will get naaaasty.
Don't even get me started on Lorena. I know she's just a character and all, but I hate her.
And what's next for Pam? Poor Pam. She's hot though. She'll find her way out of this :)
Episode 5:
As Snoop said, Ohhh Sookie! What do y'all think she is? Well, maybe Alan Ball is going the route of the books on this one. We'll see. I'm excited. At least Bill did the right thing... kind of. I, personally really want them to stay together. But you all know that.
The real show stealer last night was Lafayette. Get ittttttttttt! Damn. But it's True Blood, pretty much everyone has an ulterior motive. But I'm liking where this is going.
And Arlene needs to calm down. I get that she's pregnant and all, but seriously? Calm down.
All I have to say is, Alexander Skarsgard in that blue sweater. Thank you.
But here we are, with the Postmortems of Episode 4 and 5.
Episode 4:
First of all: Sam's family. WTF?! His father makes me angrier and angrier every time he comes on the screen. And his mother is up to something... I don't know why I'm convinced of that... but I'm convinced.
Sookie's little makeover. Ooh la la. And the Vamp King distributing blood? I told you previously that there would be a war, and this is making it even more evident that there will. The Queen and King doing virtually the same thing? It's going to bring everyone into question. And things will get naaaasty.
Don't even get me started on Lorena. I know she's just a character and all, but I hate her.
And what's next for Pam? Poor Pam. She's hot though. She'll find her way out of this :)
Episode 5:
As Snoop said, Ohhh Sookie! What do y'all think she is? Well, maybe Alan Ball is going the route of the books on this one. We'll see. I'm excited. At least Bill did the right thing... kind of. I, personally really want them to stay together. But you all know that.
The real show stealer last night was Lafayette. Get ittttttttttt! Damn. But it's True Blood, pretty much everyone has an ulterior motive. But I'm liking where this is going.
And Arlene needs to calm down. I get that she's pregnant and all, but seriously? Calm down.
All I have to say is, Alexander Skarsgard in that blue sweater. Thank you.
Coachella Photo Blog Sample
Hey y'all!
Here's a sample of some of the photos I took at Coachella 2010! Enjoy! Leave a comment if you were there, your favorite band, or your Coachella wishlist for 2011.
COACHELLA OR BUST!!!
The camp grounds!
Outside of Phoenix.
Corinne Bailey Rae. (She's tiny, but she's got moxy!)
Zooey Deschanel of She & Him
Coheed & Cambria
MGMT
Imogen Heap (AMAZING, by the way)
Here's a sample of some of the photos I took at Coachella 2010! Enjoy! Leave a comment if you were there, your favorite band, or your Coachella wishlist for 2011.
COACHELLA OR BUST!!!
The camp grounds!
Outside of Phoenix.
Corinne Bailey Rae. (She's tiny, but she's got moxy!)
Zooey Deschanel of She & Him
Coheed & Cambria
MGMT
Imogen Heap (AMAZING, by the way)
Friday, July 2, 2010
1,051,200 Minutes
"Every man dies. Not every man really lives." - William Wallace
There are only 1,051,200 minutes in two years.
One million, fifty one thousand and two hundred minutes
It feels like it's been decades since my Grandmother passed away.
At 5:30 AM, for whatever reason, my brother, mother, and I all woke up that muggy July 2nd morning in 2008. All on different floors of the house. All having gone to sleep at different times the night before. We all woke up at 5:30. And within seconds my mother received a phone call saying that her mother, Frances Ann Pugliese had passed away that morning.
Nothing had ever been so surreal.
She was not the first person I knew to die, nor the first person in my immediate family to do so.
But she was the first person I knew well in my immediate family to die.
I can't even tell you how many things I wished I did with her.
I called her every couple of weeks to see how she was doing.
I flew back east every chance I could to see her.
I sent her cards and flowers on any and every occasion.
And I still wish it was more.
We were never particularly close, but we did have a healthy relationship and I did really love her. She was a peculiar creature with a lot of habits both good and bad. But at 78, she had lived a life that was full and rich with two daughters, a husband, a talent for art and cooking, and many many more things.
But she had so much more to live for.
And in all honesty, she could have lived much longer than she did.
Despite having so many things, she was very lonely.
She was warm and giving, but she was also selfish and every other word out of her mouth was a complaint. Every word that was not a complaint was an order.
She, unfortunately, fell into the category that I'm sure some of you readers know all too well. People who don't understand how to love and love correctly. In a way that is positive and clean as opposed to one that is dirty and self oriented. She was one of those people that believed any attention was good attention, and if you know someone well enough, it is easy to make them upset. People wouldn't get so upset if they didn't care for you right? And it's easier to see you're loved that way than actually going out and doing a nice deed for that person, right?
Well.
There's more to it than that, Mom Mom.
But that's another story for another time. And actually something that can't be told in words, but in lessons. In hearts. In ways that you need to see for yourself how you're loved and how you loved.
You'll know if you were right in the end when people are by your side or not.
I want everyone out there to take the time to love today. Anyone. Someone you haven't loved on in a while. It will make a world of difference. An absolute world.
If what you give is what you get, start giving y'all! Don't let anymore minutes go by. 525,600... 1,051,200... 1, 2, 3. GO!
There are only 1,051,200 minutes in two years.
One million, fifty one thousand and two hundred minutes
It feels like it's been decades since my Grandmother passed away.
At 5:30 AM, for whatever reason, my brother, mother, and I all woke up that muggy July 2nd morning in 2008. All on different floors of the house. All having gone to sleep at different times the night before. We all woke up at 5:30. And within seconds my mother received a phone call saying that her mother, Frances Ann Pugliese had passed away that morning.
Nothing had ever been so surreal.
She was not the first person I knew to die, nor the first person in my immediate family to do so.
But she was the first person I knew well in my immediate family to die.
I can't even tell you how many things I wished I did with her.
I called her every couple of weeks to see how she was doing.
I flew back east every chance I could to see her.
I sent her cards and flowers on any and every occasion.
And I still wish it was more.
We were never particularly close, but we did have a healthy relationship and I did really love her. She was a peculiar creature with a lot of habits both good and bad. But at 78, she had lived a life that was full and rich with two daughters, a husband, a talent for art and cooking, and many many more things.
But she had so much more to live for.
And in all honesty, she could have lived much longer than she did.
Despite having so many things, she was very lonely.
She was warm and giving, but she was also selfish and every other word out of her mouth was a complaint. Every word that was not a complaint was an order.
She, unfortunately, fell into the category that I'm sure some of you readers know all too well. People who don't understand how to love and love correctly. In a way that is positive and clean as opposed to one that is dirty and self oriented. She was one of those people that believed any attention was good attention, and if you know someone well enough, it is easy to make them upset. People wouldn't get so upset if they didn't care for you right? And it's easier to see you're loved that way than actually going out and doing a nice deed for that person, right?
Well.
There's more to it than that, Mom Mom.
But that's another story for another time. And actually something that can't be told in words, but in lessons. In hearts. In ways that you need to see for yourself how you're loved and how you loved.
You'll know if you were right in the end when people are by your side or not.
I want everyone out there to take the time to love today. Anyone. Someone you haven't loved on in a while. It will make a world of difference. An absolute world.
If what you give is what you get, start giving y'all! Don't let anymore minutes go by. 525,600... 1,051,200... 1, 2, 3. GO!
Monday, June 28, 2010
My Postmortem: TB Ep. 3 Season 3
I love it when I'm right.
About a week ago, I said there would be a lot to talk about true blood, and guess what?
There definitely is.
As always, this post will contain spoilers that you will definitely want to see for yourself if you haven't seen them already. If these is you, tune to my Michael Jackson post and lay back and enjoy the nostalgia. All of you others, come with me.
True Blood Season 3, Episode 3
First off: Aldice - NICE. True Blood never fails with their sexy male casting. If nothing else you can count on, it's that.
Secondly, since True Blood loosely follows the plots of the Sookie Stackhouse novels, I'm truly hoping that Bill and Sookie's future isn't the same. I'm feeling that it won't be. True Blood wouldn't be the same if she ended up with Eric after everything. Maybe I just love the chemistry that Anna Paquin and Stephen Moyer have. But I don't think True Blood would have the same flavour if Bill was going Gaga over her the way Eric does and Eric was with her. I don't know. Let's hope that isn't the case.
Did anyone notice Sam's dad in his soiled undies? Ewwwww.
The brother bothers me too. I guess he's supposed to, but every time I see him I wanna punch him in the face.
The whole Sam's family angle adds a new dynamic to Sam. He may be one of the least developed of the characters and it's nice to see him have more emotions and in turn question his identity even more in learning who his biological parents are.
Eric bribing Lafayette? Mmmm. I feel like there's something up as far as all of that goes. Maybe he has an ulterior motive in getting closer to Sookie. Maybe it's to make sure that all of the blood gets moved. It's probably both. Eric isn't the charitable type.
The funeral was beautiful. It not only showed how alone Tara was in her feelings about Eggs, but how alone Eggs was. They truly belonged together. They had nobody but each other. I'm wondering if she'll ever let herself be happy again.
Last but not least...
THE ENDING?!?!
If there is ONE thing I was hoping they wouldn't include from the novels, it was the ending. WHAT?! However, Bill does seem like he genuinely feels bad. Why he snapped? Partially out of anger, partially out of loneliness I'm sure. All Lorena wants is to trap him into believing that he is hers. But showing the previews from next week, I don't know... Like I said, I really, really don't want them to break up. But these new vampires seem strange. Bewitching almost. Franklin and Tara, now the King of Mississippi and Lorena. Hmmm. I don't quite know how I feel about it yet.
The worst part is, is that True Blood doesn't come back for another two weeks. Sad, sad, sad.
This season has been phenomenal so far, and I just hope, for my own selfish reasons, that it doesn't shift and be everything I do not want it to be. But even if it is, I'm sure it will be amazing and all justify by the end of the season.
Post a comment with your favorite True Blood episode of the season. What you think. Or your favorite episode of the series.
About a week ago, I said there would be a lot to talk about true blood, and guess what?
There definitely is.
As always, this post will contain spoilers that you will definitely want to see for yourself if you haven't seen them already. If these is you, tune to my Michael Jackson post and lay back and enjoy the nostalgia. All of you others, come with me.
True Blood Season 3, Episode 3
First off: Aldice - NICE. True Blood never fails with their sexy male casting. If nothing else you can count on, it's that.
Secondly, since True Blood loosely follows the plots of the Sookie Stackhouse novels, I'm truly hoping that Bill and Sookie's future isn't the same. I'm feeling that it won't be. True Blood wouldn't be the same if she ended up with Eric after everything. Maybe I just love the chemistry that Anna Paquin and Stephen Moyer have. But I don't think True Blood would have the same flavour if Bill was going Gaga over her the way Eric does and Eric was with her. I don't know. Let's hope that isn't the case.
Did anyone notice Sam's dad in his soiled undies? Ewwwww.
The brother bothers me too. I guess he's supposed to, but every time I see him I wanna punch him in the face.
The whole Sam's family angle adds a new dynamic to Sam. He may be one of the least developed of the characters and it's nice to see him have more emotions and in turn question his identity even more in learning who his biological parents are.
Eric bribing Lafayette? Mmmm. I feel like there's something up as far as all of that goes. Maybe he has an ulterior motive in getting closer to Sookie. Maybe it's to make sure that all of the blood gets moved. It's probably both. Eric isn't the charitable type.
The funeral was beautiful. It not only showed how alone Tara was in her feelings about Eggs, but how alone Eggs was. They truly belonged together. They had nobody but each other. I'm wondering if she'll ever let herself be happy again.
Last but not least...
THE ENDING?!?!
If there is ONE thing I was hoping they wouldn't include from the novels, it was the ending. WHAT?! However, Bill does seem like he genuinely feels bad. Why he snapped? Partially out of anger, partially out of loneliness I'm sure. All Lorena wants is to trap him into believing that he is hers. But showing the previews from next week, I don't know... Like I said, I really, really don't want them to break up. But these new vampires seem strange. Bewitching almost. Franklin and Tara, now the King of Mississippi and Lorena. Hmmm. I don't quite know how I feel about it yet.
The worst part is, is that True Blood doesn't come back for another two weeks. Sad, sad, sad.
This season has been phenomenal so far, and I just hope, for my own selfish reasons, that it doesn't shift and be everything I do not want it to be. But even if it is, I'm sure it will be amazing and all justify by the end of the season.
Post a comment with your favorite True Blood episode of the season. What you think. Or your favorite episode of the series.
Shake Your Body Down To The Ground, Billie Jean. The Way You Make Me Feel, I Wanna Be Starting Something. It's Human Nature.
I'm a little late in posting this, but I did write it on the 25th. Better late than never, right?
"We have lost a cultural strand of our DNA" - John C. Mayer
When it comes to losing one of the only legends that people from my generation will ever alive to see, nobody said what losing Michael Jackson really meant than the quote above.
A year ago, I had just enrolled in college and was driving home with Angel when I receive a barrage of texts from Ari telling of the conditions that Michael Jackson was in. When she told me he was dead, I swear the freeway stopped and the sky burst open with a powerful sound. Half of it was a, what the f*ck?! Kind of noise. And the other half was a noise of true sorrow and pain. Angel and I looked at each other, not sure of what to do. If this was even real.
I will never forget that day as long as I live.
That night concluded with Ari, Shane, Angel, and I parading around Burbank blaring every Michael Jackson song at the top of Rogey's speakers. All of us talking about our memories listening to Michael Jackson as children with our parents. Me creating "The Moonwalk Mobile" in the sixth grade for Mrs. Collins' car project. Dancing to any and every Michael Jackson song with Brandon all throughout middle school and high school. Ari and Angel left the car, but Shane and I were still reminising our Michael days. We flipped on the radio and heard what John Mayer had to say about Michael Jackson's death, and almost simultaneously had a breakdown.
In remembering all of our memories of Michael, it occurred to us that our children would never know Michael the way that we did. That was the biggest trip of all. How so much of music's culture today, if you can even call it music would be nothing without Michael. Chris Brown, Ne-Yo, Justin Bieber, even the Jonas Brothers to an extent would be SHIT if it weren't for Michael Jackson.
Imagine music today without any of those artists. Now imagine music if Michael Jackson had never existed.
Can't do it, can you?
My kids. Your kids. Our grandkids will never know how music was morphed within the white sequined glove of one man the way we did. And for that I, you, and we are blessed to have been able to see this gift, even if it was only for a while.
And now a year later, still an avid listener of the King Of Pop, as I'm sure most of you are, Michael Jackson's message still lives on.
Stand up and live yourself.
Forget about your bullshit for a while. Forget about the bullshit that people impose on you. Even things in your life that are serious; just breathe through it. Live for you, and if you do, you'll find others living for you. Living with you. Living by you. We're all here for a purpose, and your purpose is just as important as anybody else's regardless of what you think.
I love you, Michael Joseph Jackson. Thank you for all you've given me and all you will continue to give as long as I have anything to say about it.
August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009
"We have lost a cultural strand of our DNA" - John C. Mayer
When it comes to losing one of the only legends that people from my generation will ever alive to see, nobody said what losing Michael Jackson really meant than the quote above.
A year ago, I had just enrolled in college and was driving home with Angel when I receive a barrage of texts from Ari telling of the conditions that Michael Jackson was in. When she told me he was dead, I swear the freeway stopped and the sky burst open with a powerful sound. Half of it was a, what the f*ck?! Kind of noise. And the other half was a noise of true sorrow and pain. Angel and I looked at each other, not sure of what to do. If this was even real.
I will never forget that day as long as I live.
That night concluded with Ari, Shane, Angel, and I parading around Burbank blaring every Michael Jackson song at the top of Rogey's speakers. All of us talking about our memories listening to Michael Jackson as children with our parents. Me creating "The Moonwalk Mobile" in the sixth grade for Mrs. Collins' car project. Dancing to any and every Michael Jackson song with Brandon all throughout middle school and high school. Ari and Angel left the car, but Shane and I were still reminising our Michael days. We flipped on the radio and heard what John Mayer had to say about Michael Jackson's death, and almost simultaneously had a breakdown.
In remembering all of our memories of Michael, it occurred to us that our children would never know Michael the way that we did. That was the biggest trip of all. How so much of music's culture today, if you can even call it music would be nothing without Michael. Chris Brown, Ne-Yo, Justin Bieber, even the Jonas Brothers to an extent would be SHIT if it weren't for Michael Jackson.
Imagine music today without any of those artists. Now imagine music if Michael Jackson had never existed.
Can't do it, can you?
My kids. Your kids. Our grandkids will never know how music was morphed within the white sequined glove of one man the way we did. And for that I, you, and we are blessed to have been able to see this gift, even if it was only for a while.
And now a year later, still an avid listener of the King Of Pop, as I'm sure most of you are, Michael Jackson's message still lives on.
Stand up and live yourself.
Forget about your bullshit for a while. Forget about the bullshit that people impose on you. Even things in your life that are serious; just breathe through it. Live for you, and if you do, you'll find others living for you. Living with you. Living by you. We're all here for a purpose, and your purpose is just as important as anybody else's regardless of what you think.
I love you, Michael Joseph Jackson. Thank you for all you've given me and all you will continue to give as long as I have anything to say about it.
August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009
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