Super Sabado: Easter 2006

This was my first exposure to Adrien Brody.

Hubba, hubba!

Lordy, if this isn’t the Perfect Kiss Picture I don’t know what is.

The only other movie I’ve ever seen Brody in was The Village, where he didn’t exactly play a sexy character, but that liplock with Halle Berry was enough to convince me to rent King Kong and flush my eyeballs of all traces of The Benchwarmers.

And in King Kong, it looks like Brody has been working out! We even get a shirtless scene—woot!

The only problem for me was the scene with those giant leeches and potato bugs. Man, maybe I need to rent The Benchwarmers to flush THOSE images from my eyeballs. Bleah!

So what did everybody else do for Spring Break? Experiences as reported in the blogosphere varied:

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So there I’ll be, a dorky middle-aged woman on a ride with a bunch of two year olds in ruffled sundresses and their weary parents, happily riding my safe pink pony up and down, round and round. Who needs Prozac when you can ride a pink pony? I just hope I don’t have any problems with Security. “Hey, Frank, keep an eye on that fruitcake over in the kiddie section. She’s wearing a weird pair of glasses and Birkenstocks, and keeps riding the merry-go-round over and over. We suspect she might be some kind of drugged out hippie who thinks she’s Mary Poppins.”

TC of Fish in My Hair, who took the kids to an amusement park. (This woman is a homeschooling version of Dave Barry—only female, of course, and presumably not so fond of boogers. Or weasels.)

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i have already consumed 3 hot cross buns and 4 peppermint filled easter eggs.

Michelle of Justitia, who started celebrating Easter a little earlier than the rest of us, seeing as how she’s closest to the International Dateline and all.

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• Grosset Watervale Reisling 2002
   (aperitif)
• Cloudy Bay Sauvignon Blanc 1999
   (roast asparagus, rocket, parmesan and balsamic vinegar)
• Cos d’Estournel 1990
   (rack of lamb with herb crust)
• Cape Promise Private Reserve Noble Late Harvest Muscat / Chenin Blanc 2004
   (mango lassi fool)

The spring dinner party wine menu enjoyed by Mark McLellan of Gullible’s Travels his wife Mary and their friends; and nary a hot cross bun or a peppermint-filled easter egg in the mix. We’ll be over for dinner as soon as we figure out how to cross the Atlantic, Mark! Set a place for us!

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I tell him an apple a day keeps the doctor away — not his expensive faux Cuban oral fixations.

Teri Gray Franta, of Here’s to Happy Women, for whom expensive faux Cuban oral fixations will never replace hot cross buns.

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That reminds me of the time I was out in a storm taking pictures…but that will have to be a different post. Yes, my mind is rambling. What is next on my title’s list?
Pooh Bear!

Mimi of Mimi’s Pixie Corner, illustrating perfectly the ravages of brain cells caused not by expensive faux Cuban oral fixations, but by kids.

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It’d be my luck I’d land on my plumpus rumpus in an undignified heap.

Kait of Kait’s Chaos, who has been enthusiastically throwing the ball with her kids and her plumpus rumpus, and nary a ravaged brain cell in the mix.

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Do you know how bad hard boiled eggs smell in the garbage?

Denise Belinda McDonald of Dennie’s Thoughts, on why her Easters don’t usually involve hard-boiled eggs.

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The last three days were spent in the throes of more manic energy, driven by hatred of my neighbors.

Pat Kirby of Ramblings from the Desert, who apparently did a bit of manic gardening; perhaps we shouldn’t ask for specifics.

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Uncharacterically, I change my order to a lite beer and desperately try to recall if I’m having a good hair day or not. It’s not often you see a guy so good-looking you’ll put on make-up just to read his blog.

E. Anne Bardawill of Something Fell, on why from now on she won’t be wearing her pajamas whilst blogging.

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I had out the dust pan and brush, when I saw this furry thing in the pile of debris. I looked at it but to me it was totally unrecognizable but was a little alarming looking. The fur was very dark brown and there was some dried stems that looked like they were sticking out of it.

Susan of Church of Angst, whose spring cleaning met an abrupt end when she met a bat who’d also met an abrupt end.

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Apparently her garage caused the whole thing by jumping in the way of a twelve year old neighbor who was inexplicably driving the family car.

Gene Doucette of GenePoool Blog, on how a friend’s garage received an abrupt spring cleaning.

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#10 – your name is associated with a character or events – such as mass murder – that might not be conductive to editorial interest or book sales.

Bernita Harris of An Innocent A-Blog, listing the various reasons why one might consider using a pseudonym.

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A talented child, given to histrionics, she runs away with the circus, hoping to find the one person capable of making sense of her chaotic past – her accountant.

M.G. Tarquini of Genre Neutral, on how to write a query letter.

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This week’s blog post is brought to you by a high school student that hasn’t learned the magic that is called the period. Look! I just used one. I just used another one. They are magical, aren’t they?

Mel of The Smooshie Diaries, on the Joys of Puncturation.

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Dear sirs.
It is my pleasure to inform you that I have written a sexual screenwriting ,(It is about a widow that she desirs to have a sex with her neighbour’s son and finally she successes..).

Heh, the stuff John August finds when he cleans out his spam filter. No Nigerian banking deals for him!

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Queen Mom: “Sweetie, we’re looking into sponsoring a teenage drinking and driving program here at the hospital, and I’d love to show your film to the people in charge!”

The Teenager: “Well, if you use it, you realize it will cost you.”

Elizabeth from plein air sketches, who just realized she’s created a teenage filmaking monster.

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For those who’ve stayed through the very end, here’s a funny retelling of the movie King Kong with the “Giant, Easily Recognizable Piece of Rodent Jewelry” puppets.

Have a Happy Easter and a good week, everybody!