2 Days in Paris has been the one movie that’s gotten me through many rough nights.
Last night was one of those.
The ending monologue, spoken by the fiery July Delphy, paints such an honest picture of relationships, and the way they end.
It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much.
When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story.
I really love this one.
When I think that its over, that I’ll never see him again like this… well yes, I’ll bump into him, we’ll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we’ll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost.
Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well.
There’s a moment in life where you can’t recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else’s kisses.
I love the action, I love the intrigue, I love the Dire Wolves, and I love how fucked up the Lannisters are. This show embodies everything that a good epic needs to have: swords, sex, violence, death, and a compelling story. From the surprising ending of the first episode, I was hooked, and I’ve been spiraling into an unhealthy Game of Thrones obsession ever since.
Oddly enough, one of my favorite plot-lines in the show has been the Daenerys Targaryen/Khal Drogo love story. The young, beautiful (and extremely pale) women is married away to the Khal, the leader of a tribe of nomads called the Dothraki (who looks a lot like Conan). Their relationship basically starts out with him bending her over a lot, much to her dismay, and doing the nasty. Eventually she learns how to tame the beast, and they involve into an amazingly strong and loving couple. She becomes pregnant with his son who is prophesied to become “The stallion who will mount the world”, and wins over the love and affection of the Dothraki tribe. Their story tragically ends, however, when the Khal is wounded and falls ill. Daenerys enslists the help of a witch to bring him back to health, but it ends with the Khal in a vegetable state and her unborn son dying.
To me, this story was one of the most compelling ones, and I’m interested to see how it continues in Season 2.
If you’re not all caught up like me, then this hilarious video will recap the season in 60 seconds.
E3 is the biggest video game conference in the world, but what do you do if you and your closest friends weren’t lucky enough to score passes?
Recreate it, of course!
In this video, an unsuspecting Phil is told that he gets to go to E3, but he ends up being “tricked” into thinking that he’s arrived at the glorious expo, when really his friends have decided to recreate a version of it for him (a much shittier version).
He experiences 3D gaming, a Microsoft conference, and a scary-looking “booth babe”, all with a cheesy grin on his face
Anyone who didn’t get to go to E3 this year can happily watch and relate, myself included.
One of the questions I get asked the most is “What does Typhoid Annie mean?”. It’s my Twitter handle, my gamertag, my IM screen name, and even the name of this blog. Well, the story isn’t as interesting as I’d like it to be, but here it is anyways: (note: if you don’t like medical talk, don’t read this)
I was always somewhat of a “sickly” child. I frequented doctor’s offices and the school nurse, and missed multiple days of school a year. In fourth grad I literally got kicked out of my school for missing so many days, and got transferred to a private school that would put up with my, uh, absences.
Strep throat was the worst. I would get it a few times a year, and it would be a miserable recovery period. During my senior year of high school, after getting it twice within a few months, I decided to see an ENT doctor about it. It was decided then and there that the best thing would be to get my tonsils out within the next week (this was in the middle of my senior year, mind you). "Sure, no big deal", I thought. It would be simple and I would just eat Jell-O for a few days and get right back into the swing of things, right? Wrong!
Surgery time! Ironically, the day that my throat felt better was the day that my surgery was scheduled.
For it being my first surgery, I wasn’t particularly afraid of the fact that I was about to be sedated and have my tonsils cut out of me. The thing on the forefront of my mind was the fact that I wanted to go to the bathroom, but didn’t want to walk down the hall in a hospital gown.
Waking up from surgery felt so good. There’s something about hearing your name being whispered as the anestesia slowly wears off and you start to come out of the surgery fog. My throat didn’t hurt much, it just felt scratchy. My parents took me home, where I dined on sherbet and fell asleep watching a movie on the couch. “This isn’t so bad”, I thought.The next few days were absolute Hell. I was given liquid Codeine, a painkiller that didn’t seem to do much for me. My throat was on fire, I didn’t want to eat anything and felt like a rat in a cage from being cooped up in my room for so long. It took a week to start feeling better, but that’s when the worst of it happened.Around midnight, I started coughing up blood. I had remembered being told that when the scabs come off, there’s a chance that there will be a little blood, and all it takes is gargling some water. So, I did so, and the bleeding stopped…for ten minutes. Now I was panicking. My mom called my doctor, and he told us to meet him at the hospital since the bleeding wasn’t stopping.
The drive to the hospital was the longest 20 minutes of my life, as the bowl on my lap started filling up with blood (I told you this was gross). We got to the hospital, and after a quick examination the doctor announced that I needed an emergency surgery to stop the bleeding. Great!
And all of this to fucking keep me from getting sick?!
Anyways, after getting my throat cauterized and my stomach pumped due to the amount of blood in it, I awoke once again from a dreamy surgery sleep. Turns out that only 3% of adult patients who have a tonsillectomy have to have emergency surgery like I did. Reflecting back on that now, I’m glad that I had a doctor that knew what the fuck he was doing. He even mentioned to me afterwards that if I hadn’t come in there would have been a chance that the bleeding would have never stopped…
Ok, so after all that incessant rambling, I will now get to the point of the blog post: the origins of Typhoid Annie.
After missing an entire month of school for this series of events, I returned to the amazement of my peers. Some thought I had transferred, others thought I had changed classes, and maybe some thought worse. When I returned to my Capstone class, my teacher proudly exclaimed, “Welcome back, Typhoid Annie”, to the amusement of me and my classmates. From that point on, the name stuck. I loved it, it loved me, and since then we have been one.
It’s now been four years since my surgery, and I’m happy to say that I haven’t had strep throat a single time. I look back to that miserable month, and am thankful for the fact that I did it, as hard as it was at the time.
Make sure to tune in next week, where I take six paragraphs to answer another question!
And if you don’t want to end up like me, I suggest following some of the advice below:
To be ignorant of what happened before you were born is to be ever a child
When someone asks me where my family lives, I sometimes have to hesitate before saying, “Well, my adoptive parents live in Texas, most of my biological family lives in Vegas, and one of my half-brothers lives in Oklahoma.” That’s usually accompanied by a confused look from the asker, so to clear up any confusion I decided to write a post about the story of my family.
I always grew up knowing that I was adopted. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment when I understood it, but I was always privy to the information. My parents were always very honest about it, not wanting to hide the fact that they had adopted me when I was born, and for that I’m thankful. I was always curious about my birth family though, wondering what they were like, where they lived, and what they did. The most my mom ever really let me know was that my last name would have been McEldowney if I hadn’t been adopted.
I grew up as an only child, spending the first ten or so years of my life in Southern California before we packed everything up and moved to Texas.
When I was eighteen, my parents sat me down in the living room and explained more of my past to me. They told me that I have four biological sisters, all older than me, and they explained that they had made an agreement with my biological mom to not discuss it until I turned eighteen. It turns out that my sister, Serena, had actually been searching for me a couple years before. She had even called the house looking for me, but my parents had decided to still keep it a secret until I was eighteen. That night I was shown a letter that Serena had sent, talking about all of my sisters, my biological parents, and even my two half-brothers that I didn’t know existed. I immediately hopped on the computer and wrote her a letter back, tears in my eyes and butterflies in my stomach. I wasn’t sure what to write about, wondering how much they would even want to know about me.
A few weeks later, I got a letter back. It was filled with pictures of my long lost family, and I was amazed to see people staring back from those photos that actually looked like me. For one of the first times in my life, I felt truly complete.
Serena and I arranged for us to meet. My birth mom, Rowan, and my sisters Serena and Laria flew out to Texas. The night they were supposed to come over, my heart was going crazy. I was nervous, excited, and happy all at the same time, and when the doorbell rang, my heart skipped a beat. I opened the door and we all immediately embraced. It was an amazing feeling, one that I can’t even explain. We spent the next few days getting to know each other, and three of us even ended up getting tattoos together on the last night. It felt like I had known them my entire life, despite only knowing them for three days.
Over the next year or so, I was slowly introduced to the rest of the family. I met my other sister, Yvette, at a wedding in Oklahoma, along with my brothers Ryan and Johnny, and my niece, Leila. It was a bit overwhelming at first, but I felt so welcomed into this crazy family. I eventually got to meet my other sister, Aleah, and then took a trip to Lancaster to meet William, my biological father.
I have never been resentful of the fact that I was given up for adoption because I’ve had the best of both worlds. I grew up with amazing parents who gave me great opportunities, and now I have amazing siblings and family that I’m still getting to know. The saddest thing is knowing that I missed out on a childhood with my siblings, but it’s never too late to start making our own memories. I’m thankful for each and every one of them as we continue to get to know each other.
So there it is. My Lifetime movie of a life. My story.
What do these things have in common, besides being awesome?
They were all featured as geeky references in Goldfish’s 8-bit music video, “We Come Together”.
The piece features over 64 movie, game, and music references, and will warm the hearts of anyone who enjoyed games like “Super Mario Brothers”, movies like “Star Wars”, and artists such as Ke$sha (uh, wait, what?).
If you missed any of the references, this video breaks them down one by one:
Here’s the list of references that were found. Are there any missing?
For no real reason at all, here are my top 5 television series. I’m sure that I will eventually exhaust the top 5 lists, but what the hell.
5. Series that I can’t miss an episode of - Game of Thrones
Five episodes into this compelling series and I just can’t get enough! Sex, sword fights and power plays keep me coming back to this series week after week, and seeing Sean Bean back in an epic role is exciting. I’m curious to see which characters get killed off, and which ones end up ruling.
4. Series that I’m embarrassed to admit that I enjoy - Glee
Ok, shut up. I know this show is just full of cliches and cheesiness up the ass, but I like it. I admit that I’ve fallen victim to the catchy mashups, the high school love triangles, and the overly-choreographed numbers, but this show is just so damn entertaining. There’s at least one character that everyone can relate to, and each episode grips at the heart. The show even touches on homosexuality, self-esteem issues, and teen pregnancy. The actors and singers are amazingly talented, and the performances keep me coming back for more.
3. Series that ended too soon - Firefly
What do you get when you combine the Wild West with space? Firefly. Joss Whedon’s series was canceled after just 11 of the first season’s episodes aired, but fans will tell you that this much-loved space adventure ended all too soon. The handsomely rugged Nathan Fillion donned a brown coat and a saucy attitude to play the infamous Captain Mal Reynolds, a role that still makes fangirls (myself included) swoon. I still can’t quite get behind Serenity, as it depressed me more than it tied up the loose ends, but Firefly is a show that I’ll keep coming back to for years to come.
2. Series that I relate to all too much - Curb Your Enthusiasm
Larry David is everything that I both hate and love in a person. Every little social convention is touched upon in this show, from tipping etiquette to the acquaintance ”stop and chat”. Larry is brash, unforgiving, and neurotic, and constantly pushes his wife, Cheryl’s, buttons. She serves as the voice of reason, loving Larry despite his fatal flaws. In my own relationship, I relate to Larry and Cheryl, and that’s why I love this show.
1. Series that consumed too many years of my life - Lost
As a Lostie, I spent many hours obsessing over the hatch, wondering who the Man in Black really was, and debating whether I thought Kate should end up with Jack or Sawyer. I actually got into this show a few years late, watching every episode online and doing marathon viewing sprints. I finished three seasons in three weeks, and knew that I had to see this show through to the end. I’m probably one of the few people that was actually ok with the finale. In fact, I liked it. Obviously a lot was left unsolved, but overall it left me feeling complete and content.
In the spirit of summer movies, here are my “Top 5 Action Movies of All Time”:
5. 300 Ok, ok. I know that a lot of people are embarrassed by this movie, with the painted-on abs and excessive use of slow-motion, but when I first saw it in theatres, I was blown away. It’s over-the-top, cheesy, and full of really cool kills (like seeing a guy’s head get cut off in slow-mo), and it also features one of the hottest sex scenes in an action movie. Am I allowed to say that?
4. Shaun of the Dead Not your typical action movie, “Shaun of the Dead” combines comedy, romance and zombies in one action-packed flick. Shaun is your typical slacker, but when he gets caught in the middle of a zombie apocalypse he has to take action to save his best friend, girlfriend and mum. His brilliant idea is to head to a pub called The Winchester for shelter and protection. Obviously, his plan goes very wrong as the pub soon becomes surrounded by zombies. The best scene of the movie is in the last 20 minutes, when the zombies start invading and Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now” becomes the soundtrack.
3. The Two Towers While “The Fellowship of the Ring” is still probably my favorite movie of all time, “The Two Towers” has iconic action sequences that get my heart racing during every viewing. The Battle of Helm’s Deep features 10,000 of Saruman’s Uruk-hai (a cross between Orcs and men) against the men of Rohan and the Elves of Lorien. The battle feels like it spans over half of the movie, and the fighting is relentless. We get to see flaming arrows, bombs, and ladders falling into a sea of enemies. When it seems like all is lost and the fortress will be taken over by the Uruk-hai, a white light appears as Gandalf leads 2,000 riders on horseback down the hill and straight into the battlefield. And all the while that this is going on, there are scenes where giant talking trees, or Ents, are taking part in a battle against the Orcs of Isengard.
2. Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back While it’s a tough choice between episodes IV and V in terms of better movies, there’s just something so compelling about “The Empire Strikes Back”. Up until “Empire”, I don’t think there has been a bigger “what the fuck” moment as when Darth Vader utters the words “I am your father” to Luke Skywalker (after he lightsabered his hand off and all). The good guys don’t win in this one. In fact, the movie ends on a terribly low note with Han Solo in carbonite and Luke having an identity crisis. But that sure beats singing Ewoks any day.
1. Raiders of the Lost Ark Thankfully I was blessed with a dad that introduced me to all things Indiana Jones. I grew up watching the handsomely rugged Harrison Ford as he searched for artifacts, hated being called “Junior”, and faced enemies such as the Nazis, Temple guards, and the greedy Belloq. In this one, Indy searches for The Ark of the Covenant, a relic that the Nazis believe will make them invincible. He’s aided by a former lover, Marion Ravenwood, who replaces the stereotypical “damsel in distress” by being a pretty kick-ass woman (yes, she gets captured a few times, but she still kicks ass). Besides being a great action movie, Raiders also balances out the suspense with some comic relief from characters like Sallah (played by John Rhys-Davies). All three of the Indiana Jones movies (yes, I said three as I’d still like to pretend that Kingdom of the Crystal Skull never happened) will always hold a special place in my heart, and that’s why it’s my number one action flick.
What are your favorite action flicks?
To prepare for the rest of the summer blockbusters, check out this trailer analysis series:
And if you haven’t gotten enough action lately, here’s an awesome video of Live Action Call of Duty: