Showing posts with label Ricky Gervais. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ricky Gervais. Show all posts

Friday, June 27

Paging Mrs. Ringo Starr . . .







So this week we're blogging about crushes--and for me, it all started with Ringo Starr.

I was six years old and feeling very grown up to be hanging out with my older sisters and several of their uber cool friends--all of us taking turns drooling over the Let it Be album cover, choosing which Beatle we'd most likely marry--when pretty much everyone there (predictably) chose Paul

Except me.  I went straight for Ringo.

Partly because of his assumed availability since nobody present seemed to be interested in him, and partly because he had the coolest name I'd ever heard at the time. (Also, something about his long scraggly hair and moustache really spoke to me).

I carried this crush on Ringo for years--imagining how Alyson Starr would look on our wedding announcement (quite good, I still think). Only to enter junior high, cave to peer pressure, and replace Ringo with a number of the popular teen idols at the time. Guys like: Leif Garrett, John Travolta (um, this was back in the Saturday Night Fever craze), and Parker Stevenson--definitely my Hardy Boy of choice.

To say my tastes had hit the mainstream would be putting it mildly. But by high school, all of that changed and my affections switched to the serious rock stars--and the more British the better! I spent major hard earned $$ saved from working my after school job to sit third row at the David Bowie Modern Love concert. And did the same with Paul Weller of The Jam and Style Council Fame, as well as Morrissey, those guys from the Cure, and, no, I'm not at all ashamed to admit it, Adam Ant--whose white stripe and come hither gaze, drove me wild!

But lately, my affections have changed. Now it's the smart, quirky funny types that garner my interest. Which means if Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Dennis Leary, or Ricky Gervais ever wants to buy me a coffee--well, that's okay by me.

But then again, if David Boreanaz from Angel fame ever wants to brood on my balcony--he's more than welcome.

So tell me, have your crushes changed through the years--or do you stick with one type?

Wednesday, September 19

Tell Me 'Bout It

Following in the footsteps of my fellow Teen Fiction Café patron, Amanda Ashby, here’s the thing about me and current events- I’m not really all that up on them. Oh sure I saw a brief clip of Britney lip synching in a black bikini, heard something about OJ getting cuffed, did a little happy dance when Ricky Gervais (genius creator of my fave TV show “The Office”) won an Emmy for the equally brilliant “Extras” (even though I didn’t actually watch the Emmys), but for the most part, well, I’m working. And when I’m working, the only current events are my own.

Like Saturday, when I helped my husband load a refrigerator onto a rented truck, only to sit in traffic forever (welcome to California!), so I could get home, do a quick change, and follow my BFF to four different parties (just another Saturday night for her- totally exhausting for me), making for a bleary eyed Sunday morning when we had to wrangle said fridge out of the truck and into the house.

Oh yeah, and last week I went here---



Donated Saving Zoë to the local library in memory of a dear friend (as I do with all of my books)



And had an overall, amazing time!





But now I hear that Michael Douglas learned how to operate a backhoe and spent time at Costco (a first for him!) while researching his latest movie role- and apparently he is now a big fan of both earth shoveling and big box shopping!



Oh, I can feel the lure of celebrity news pulling me in!

What about you- how do you keep up with current events (or celebrity scandal masquerading as current events!) -?