I’m feeling ever-so-slightly like I might be getting sick, and I have eaten enough this weekend to feed a small country for a month, but instead of resting up for work tomorrow, I’m dicking around on my computer and listening to music. The other day I downloaded a bunch of self-pitying emo songs about being lonely, but in the iTunes frenzy I accidentally bought a really ridiculously adorable song:
Bonus points for the beginning of a beard.
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As you’ve no doubt heard, Natasha Richardson — famous to lame children of the ’90s like me for her role in the Lindsay Lohan remake of The Parent Trap — died yesterday. I’m not sure why this is affecting me so much, but I am deeply sad about this. I originally heard that she was in serious condition, and then I freaked out yesterday afternoon when I read that she was brain dead, and then I almost cried on the bus when I got a News Alert that she had died.
The papers say that she died in a skiing accident, which makes me imagine her recklessly flying through trees or skiing out-of-bounds on some intense moguls. But what really happened is so much sadder. According to the NYT:
Ms. Richardson, who was not wearing a helmet, had fallen during a beginner’s skiing lesson, a resort spokeswoman, Lyne Lortie, said Tuesday. “It was a normal fall; she didn’t hit anyone or anything,” Ms. Lortie said. “She didn’t show any signs of injury. She was talking and she seemed all right.”
Can you imagine? She was taking a beginner’s ski lesson, and she was okay at first. Stuff like that kills me.
I think I’m sad about this for two major reasons. First of all, she seems like good people. She came from a long line of famous theater folk (even I’ve heard of the Redgraves) and was really well-respected in the theater community. And she’s married to Liam Neeson, who also seems like good people. They were so freaking cute:
I keep imaging the funeral scene from Love Actually, where Neeson’s character gives a eulogy that makes me sob every time and then sends his wife off, at her request, “through the immortal genius of the Bay City Rollers.” It’s life imitating art in the worst way.
The second reason this upsets me so much is that it disrupts the notion that freak accidents don’t happen people you know. When Heath Ledger died, it scared me because he was basically the first celebrity of my generation to die of a drug overdose. When our family friend’s infant child dies of SIDS, it showed me that these things are real. I of course didn’t actually know Natasha Richardson (or Heath Ledger), but somehow their deaths hit close to home.
Anyway. I’m very sad, and my thoughts and prayers go out to Natasha’s family.
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Happy St. Patrick’s Day, everyone! I’d say something cool and witty in Gaelic, but guess what, I’m too lazy to look it up! Anyway, St. Patrick’s Day is being celebrated at the White House this year Obama style. Meeeesh had them dye all the fountain water green! Love her.
And now, perhaps for the first time ever, a SWTCTW repost. Dearest Madeline found this gem and posted it awhile back, but I think today’s as great a day as any to show it again. I present to you the song “There’s No One As Irish As Barack Obama”!
It’s no “Danny Boy”, but I think I love it. Have a fantastic St. Patrick’s Day! Do something Irishy! Drink something Guinnessy! Get lucky…in the Irish sort of way.
PS- Found this article to make us all sophisticated while celebrating St. Patrick’s Day. (It’ll tell you what Erin Go Bragh actually means, so maybe you should check it out.)
[Posted by Kathleen]
I know I’ve been posting a lot of YouTube videos lately, but I’ve also been watching a lot of YouTube videos lately. Apparently those things are related.
Try to watch this with out falling even more in love with Jason Segel and Paul Rudd:
I don’t care if you’re both married or way older than me or whatever. I want to have your babies and sing vampire songs and recite scenes from Clueless. Is that too much to ask?
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Um, hilarious:
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I am in a MAJOR Van Morrison phase right now. Which maybe sounds lame, like “Oh, hey, way to be a few decades late.” But whatever. Van Morrison is summer music for me, and so the second it was nice out, I was cranking that shit up. Maybe if I keep listening for the next few weeks, I can trick myself into thinking it’s not still see-your-breath weather. I’ll let you know how that works.
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Let me tell you about what happens when I go running.
Before I go running, it’s typically a battle of Good Mallory versus Lazy Mallory. Good Mallory says “Hey! It’s nice out! When it’s nice out sometimes you enjoy the run for almost the first four minutes! Go do it!” Lazy Mallory counters with “But you were kind of sick yesterday! Don’t worry! Keep lying in your bed!” Good Mallory says “You don’t feel sick anymore, do you? Also, what time did you wake up today?” Bad Mallory sheepishly admits “Um, 1 p.m.” Then Good Mallory finishes it up with “EXACTLY. I win, you lazy ass. Go running.”
(It should go without saying that by running I mean jogging slowly for a short amount of time.)
So I turn off my schizo and head out for my run. There’s a nice little wooded path by my house, which is pretty flat and not that long (that’s what she said?). I go running there regularly (read: every other month).
For the first, oh, six minutes, things are going well. Nice temperature, I’m digging my On-The-Go playlist, etc. etc. Then some asshole rock jumps out and trips me, my right foot bends awkwardly under me, and I fall. Hard. My train of thoughts was as follows:
1. Hahahhahahahahahahahahaha.
2. Oh shit. What if this is one of those moments where nothing hurts and then all of a sudden you look and somehow your femur bone is sticking out through your shin?
3. If that were to happen, how would I get back to my apartment?
4. Hey, my knee is bleeding. Bad ass.
5. Did that guy with the dog see me fall?
6. Does this mean I can go home and lie on the couch?
7. Even better, can I call in sick at work for this?
8. I guess this is why uncoordinated people who hate running shouldn’t run.
Before the dude with the dog can get to me, I stand my sorry self back up and start hobbling away. Guy with dog looks at me with pity and is all “Uhhh, you okay?”
In the days since my devastating and life-threatening injury, my ankle has gone from normal looking to softball size to cankle-esque (EW) with a purpleish hue. And I’m rocking an ace bandage. It’s like I’m a real athlete! Also, I got to feel pretty justified doing nothing for the past few days. R.I.C.E., baby:
I understand that this is a crappy, generally useless photo. But hey, camera phones!
Throughout this whole harrowing process I’ve learned one very important lesson: mild injuries are WAY less fun when you don’t get to skip school for them.
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Now I know all you Snuggsters are going to take issues with me on this one. But the Hawaii Chair informercial is WAY better than the Snuggie.
The “Oh my gosh! This is amazing!” girl…is she serious? Does she realize that she sounds like she’s…well, whatever. Honestly I could go on for ages about the hilariousness, but I’m going to let the master handle this one:
❤ Ellen!
[Posted by Kathleen]
Here is a story from the NYT:
“For Young President, Flecks of Gray“
Naturally, I think B looks fantastic. While the article makes it seem like it wasn’t necessarily a campaign decision to let him go gray, I think it was. Every detail of that campaign was discussed and analyzed. They wanted him to have a more experienced look, and it works for him.
Who is this Walt Frazier “No Play for Mr. Gray” joker anyway? Pssh. B is still foxy.
[Posted by Kathleen]
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six words to change the world. 
one of the greatest observations…ever.
I’ve started to read this blog called NonSociety, which my friend Colleen alerted me to because one of the bloggers went to her high school. I’ve added it to the list of blogs I regularly check, mostly because it’s pretty light and airy in an addictive way, with some serious and wise thrown in. The three girls who started the blog, Julia, Mary, and Meghan, have done REALLY well for themselves, and they’ve earned a lot of haters on the way. (I’ve always, er, hated the word haters, but in the world of blogging and mean comments I really can’t think of a better word.) So another big reason that I read NonSociety is because I believe they deserve some serious good vibes. I get worked up when one rando from Europe insults me in a comment (not that I’m still bitter), so it’s hard for me to imagine dealing with being called things like the number one worst thing about the Internet, as Julia recently was. (And seriously, bitch went to Georgetown and seems really nice. LEAVE HER ALONE HATERS.)
This is all a long-winded way of saying that I found something really great on NonSociety today, which was a quote from and a link to another lovely lady video blogger named Brigitte Dale. Take a look:
How much do you love that? And as Brigitte points out in the video, it kind of applies to everything. Think about it.
Speaking of Paul Rudd, you should probably watch all of these.
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