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First I saw Sizzle do it, and then Dagny did it, so I just had to do it! I needed something to blog about today and my mind is a bit

Here are my rules:
* Pick 15 of your favorite movies
* Go to IMDB and find a quote from each movie (or quote them from memory because you are that bad ass)
* Post them on your blog for everyone to guess
* Fill in the film title once it’s been guessed

These rules are for you, my peeps:
* No Googling or using IMDB search functions (Don’t cheat!)
* Leave your answer(s) in the comments

1. It can’t be done. No one’s ever taken anyone out of here. Not in the whole history of… the whole history!
2. That’s why they call them crushes. If they were easy, they’d call them something else. - Sixteen Candles (guessed by Jenni)
3. What’s in the box? - Se7en (guessed by Jenni)
4. Well, then, I just HATE you… and I hate your… ass… FACE! - Waiting for Guffman (guessed by Jenni)
5. Old McDonald had a farm ee i ee i o. And on that farm he shot some guys. Badda boom badda bing bang boom. - The Usual Suspects (guessed by Saj (well, her husband, but close enough!)
6. Are you calling me on the cellular phone? I don’t know you. Who is this? Don’t come here, I’m hanging up the phone! Prank caller, prank caller! - Pulp Fiction (guessed by Kathy)
7. You know, I have a theory that hieroglyphics are just an ancient comic strip about a character named Sphinxy. - When Harry Met Sally (guessed by Sizzle)
8. I was just in my office and I heard a ruckus - The Breakfast Club (guessed by Ali)
9. The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long, you’re just sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling? - Breakfast at Tiffany’s (guessed by Tobie)
10. Who do you have to screw around here to get a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit? - Love Actually (guessed by Jenni)
11. But wouldn’t you say that consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds? - Next Stop Wonderland (guessed by Sizzle)
12. The coin don’t have no say. It’s just you. - No Country for Old Men (guessed by Ricki)
13. We get caught laundering money, we’re not going to white-collar resort prison. No, no, no. We’re going to federal POUND ME IN THE ASS prison. - Office Space (guessed by Sizzle)
14. Today I quit my job. And then I told my boss to go fuck himself, and then I blackmailed him for almost sixty thousand dollars. Pass the asparagus. - American Beauty (guessed by Ali)
15. You’re still here? It’s over. Go home. Go. - Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (guessed by Jenni)

Some are easy, no? But I hope you’re stumped by a couple. Please DO NOT CHEAT. Cheaters never win. I offer no prizes, but if you guess, you get some linky love for the correct answer. Oh, and bonus points if you guess the quote in my post title. I think that answer might come from Wisconsin. - Star Wars Episode IV (guessed by Jenni)

Taye Diggs

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Yes he is. And he has a deep, sexy voice. I almost wish I’d taken the dance class so he could tell me what to do.

Wha? The POP-CORN (767-2676) lady is gone? Those of you not from California (or Nevada) may not be familiar with the Popcorn Lady. I first read about her departure at Jeff’s Place, but last week, my favorite radio personality on KFOG was discussing it. This is huge news around here, you see.

Anyway, the Popcorn Lady was everyone’s affectionate name for the recorded voice we would call to find out what time it is. Every ten seconds, for 24 hours a day, every day, the message would change. Calling 767-2676, you would hear “At the tone, Pacific Daylight (or Standard) time will be “hour” “minutes” and “seconds” seconds. BEEP! And if you stayed on the line, you would hear the time change by 10 seconds, and so on. POP-CORN had other uses as well. Say a friend wanted you to stay for dinner, but you hated Brussels sprouts and salmon. You could say, “just let me call my mom and make sure it’s OK.” Then, dial the Popcorn Lady, ask the recording for her permission, which she would be unable to give, of course, and you were off the hook.

The tone of the Popcorn Lady’s voice is permanently etched in my brain. I imagined her to be very friendly, pretty and well-dressed. If only I could tell her how many times she got me out of things I didn’t want to do. And such a workaholic she was! Can you imagine working NONSTOP like that? Giving the time to people all day long? Well…she didn’t really do that. She had to record each number, using different inflections so she wouldn’t sound like a recording. And she amazingly didn’t sound like a recording.

Oh, and the cool thing about the Popcorn Lady was, if you were too busy to take the time and figure out how to spell POP-CORN on your phone dial, you could just dial POP (767) and then any 4 numbers. You could dial POP-CRAP or POP-POOP or POP-F#$% (that was fun when we were kids) and still reach the Popcorn Lady. I’m not sure why the phone company did that, I guess for the illiterate maybe? Or maybe for those who didn’t want to wait for the rotary dial to return to its starting place when dialing the O, R, and N. Remember how long that took? Much easier to dial POP-1111. Because when you need to know what time it is, you need to know RIGHT NOW.

If you want to hear the Popcorn Lady one last time, you can call 767-2676 one last time to hear her say the time service has been discontinued (outside of the Bay Area, use area code 916 first).

Enjoy your retirement, Popcorn Lady. Thanks for giving me the time of day.

My love for apple knows no bounds. I needed a new iPod. I did! So, yeah. I have a 30GB video iPod, but it’s too big to put on an armband for the gym, so I had to get something smaller. I had to. Hence, the nano. Plus, I had Amazon gift certificates, so it was practically free, dontchyaknow. And because I am supremely nerdy, the first song I put on it was Feist’s 1234. But at least it wasn’t Donny and Marie!

Now, please, pretty please send me ideas for songs to put on my new wee little nano. I need songs to huff and puff to while I run on the treadmill or do whatever the act is called that you perform on the elliptical (ellipticize? ellipt?). I have to prove that I really needed this, so I have to take it to the gym. And that means, I have to actually go to the gym. So please support my fitness endeavor by leaving a peppy joggable song title in the comments. I promise to think of you every time it plays.

Seriously though, isn’t it the tiniest, cutest thing ever?

I’m totally sleeping with it tonight.

I canNOT believe I almost let this day go by without notice. How could I be so forgetful? Wow. I’m usually the one who remembers every significant day, every anniversary, birthday, “first-time-I-ever” whatevered. But today, I’ll admit. I forgot. And I am ashamed. Had I not read your sweet “Happy Anniversary” e-mail, this special day might have slipped by like any other.

It seems like we’ve been together forever, but I know that it has only been three (maybe four?) years. I can’t remember life before you. No. That’s a lie. I do remember it. It pretty much sucked. I was missing out on so much before you. You broadened my horizons and taught me to like so many new things that I would never have found without you. From the start, I could turn to when I was lonely, sad, and even when I was bored. Today, you are still, always there for me. Ever faithful and reliable.

I remember when we first met, we spent SO much time together. I loved how you greeted me when I walked through my door after a long day at wotk, the sound of your voice was so inviting and cheerful. We spent many a late night together too, and sometimes I would curse you when I awoke the next morning to go to work. It seemed I was addicted to you, and I know you were turned on too. You were always ready for me. Shoot. I don’t think I could even turn you off. Is that possible?

My sweet, adorable one. Thank you for reminding me (by automated e-mail…so what?) of the day you came into my life. To you I say, “kiss kiss sweet nothing mushy mushy, my little schmoopsie-kins.”

Yes, I joined the throngs of fans and went to a midnight release. Rachel, Matte and I decided to do this at around 9:30 tonight. We went to Books, Inc. in Mountain View because I heard they were selling books to those who had not preordered. We arrived and waited in the line of people who spontaneously decided to get our copies tonight. The pre-paid people received their numbered tickets, and we heard them hand out tickets beyond number 200. We thought we’d be sitting outside for hours, waiting for the numbered folks to get their books before we got ours. But just our luck, when 12:01 struck, they let the last-minute sallys in to pay for their books, and GAVE us our books.

We were out of the store by 12:10. While the planners and pre-payers waited for their number to be called. Sweet! And 20% of the FULL priced-book went to Mountain View schools. Bonus!

********UPDATE 11:00 pm********

I finished the book. All 759 pages of it. I won’t mention anything here, just that I refused to put it down (except for the 5 hour stint helping a friend move today.). Who moves on the day the final Harry Potter book comes out anyway?

Back in, oh, 1980 I got a cool tape from Rainbow Records. (Yes, I am old enough to have been buying tapes in 1980 with my own hard-earned allowance.) Anyway, the tape was titled Power Play and it was one of those K-Tel compilations. Oh, I loved it…side 1 anyway. Side 2? Not so much. So I would usually fast-forward past The Spinners, The Whispers, and Shalimar to get to the end of Side 2 so my Panasonic tape player would flip over to Side 1, which had “good” songs like Call Me by Blondie, My Sharona by The Knack, Any Way You Want it by Journey, and my favorite on the entire tape, Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar.

Damn, I loved me some Pat Benatar back in the day before we ever heard the phrase “I love me some…”.

Here’s a bit of useless information for you: Did you know that the second video ever played on MTV was by Pat Benatar? It was! The song was You Better Run, and I saw it, at that eventful airing. Of course, until today, when I looked it up, I had not remembered that Pat’s video was the second one played on August 1, 1981. (Everyone remembers the first one by the Buggles, but Pat is often overlooked in the trivia world.)

Back in the early 80s, I played that K-Tel tape over and over until it started squealing that metallic screech that occurs when a tape has been played to death. I also watched MTV for hours on end, waiting for Nina Blackwood or JJ Jackson to play my favorite artists. I didn’t care that their library had only about 40 videos and they played Cliff Richard almost every hour. I was waiting for Pat Benatar, who’s videos are now on YouTube and yes I watched some today. Shutup.

It seems that I have recently become re-obsessed with Pat Benatar. Why, you may ask? Actually, you are probably not asking that, but instead thinking, “Good lord, this woman really needs to start living in the now, and get over her teenage crush on The Outsiders’ Sodapop Curtis, and lose the 80s playlists already!”

Finally, this past Sunday night I attended my first Pat Benatar concert. Yes, Pat Benatar is still touring. At age 54, and she ROCKS! Whoa. Thirty years after she burst onto the music scene, she is just as much a rocker as she was at 24.

We sat in the second row, among the reformed stoners, and chicks who used to wear pants that zipped from the front of the waist, between the legs, all the way up to the back of the waist, and headbands tied around the crown of their head.

The crowd was roaring when they announced Pat Benatar would finally be gracing the stage. Neil “Spyder” Giraldo began wailing on his guitar before even he walked onto the stage. His guitar was bright green, loud AS HELL, and sounded frickin’ AWESOME. His hair is now gray and he sports a gray goatee and he still exudes coolness (perhaps even moreso). He took his place on the platform and rocked while he waited for his wife to appear. (Did I mention we were in the second row? Like near the front of the stage where the speakers were? Yeah. Loud. The way rock is meant to be heard!)

Dressed in an outfit of all black, accessorized by a sparkly black sequined skinny tie, Pat made her entrance, singing “Livin’ with my eyes closed, goin’ day to day….” Yeah, she was All Fired Up, and so were we. We were instantly taken back to the 80’s, screaming like teeny boppers. We shook our fists in the air, and we made horns with our fingers. And we sang. Loudly. Pat made all her signature dance moves, including her air guitar which she manages to do without looking at all dorky. She is Pat Benatar, for Pete’s sake!

Our throats were sore from screaming and cheering, as were our necks from the head banging when Pat finished the last song of her regular set. Yes there’d be an encore, but June, Sherrell, and I could not imagine what Pat had left in her library to blow us away with. Well, DUH, maybe a little-known song like Love is a Battlefield.

If I had one complaint about the show it’s that it was too short. I could have listened to so much more. Pat’s energy was infectious and she made me want to release my inner rocker chick, scream and yell, grow my hair out long, and wear it messy, and smoke cigarettes to make my voice raspy and throaty.

So let’s see…this summer I’ve seen the Police reunion tour, and now Pat Benatar. In September I am going (with June and Sherrell again) to see Def Leppard, Foreigner, and Styx. Triple shot of kick-ass rock.

Yes, I live in the past, as far as music is concerned. But I like the “classics.”