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Today we're going to go a little left field with the post. As I have mentioned, I studied French in college and even managed to spend a semester in France. One of the many reasons I love the French language so much is because of their literature. Who could forget classics like Les trois mousquetaires (The Three Musketeers) or 20,000 Lieues sous la mer (20,000 Leagues Under the Sea)? I love to read both versions of these stories to catch the little cultural innuendo that can often be over-looked due to poor translation and editing. Today though, I am discussing a more contemporary book that is more like short stories.

Do you remember what that first sip of beer tastes like? Or how about how green beans crunch when you snap them? La Première Gorgée de bière et autres plaisirs minuscules by Philippe Delerm was originally written in 1997, but I have a feeling that it will never fall out of favor with most people. Everyone can find at least one story in this little book that they can relate to and that will bring a smile to their face from a distant memory.

Delerm goes on to tell tales about when life was simpler and more enjoyable. There are no blaring electronics, no hustle and bustle; there's just life, in its purest form. At times we all say we need to just "get away from it all" and "unplug." This book is your way to do that without ever having to leave. While I think the translation loses something that can only be captured by the original French, the book is nevertheless a fabulous way to enjoy a nice afternoon.

Check your local libraries or bookstores for this gem. You won't regret it.

La Première Gorgée de bière et autres plaisirs minuscules by Philippe Delerm

Waiting on Wednesday recognizes that we as bookies pine for books. This post is about what I am impatiently waiting for right now. It was started by Jill at Breaking the Spin.

This week I am uber-excited to be featuring Enchanted Ivy by Sarah Beth Durst, which is set to arrive October 12th. This isn't her first novel, but it is definitely the first one of hers that has really gotten my attention. With a blurb like this, what's not to like?

What Lily Carter wants most in the world is to attend Princeton University just like her grandfather. When she finally visits the campus, Grandpa surprises her: She has been selected to take the top-secret Legacy Test. Passing means automatic acceptance to Princeton. Sweet!Lily's test is to find the Ivy Key. But what is she looking for? Where does she start? As she searches, Lily is joined by Tye, a cute college boy with orange and black hair who says he's her guard. That's weird. But things get seriously strange when a gargoyle talks to her. He tells her that there are two Princetons—the ordinary one and a magical one—and the Key opens the gate between them. But there are more secrets that surround Lily. Worse secrets.When Lily enters the magical Princeton, she uncovers old betrayals and new dangers, and a chance at her dream becomes a fight for her life. Soon Lily is caught in a power struggle between two worlds, with her family at its center. In a place where Knights slay monsters, boys are were-tigers, and dragons might be out for blood, Lily will need all of her ingenuity and courage—and a little magic—to unite the worlds and unlock the secrets of her past and her future.

From Goodreads

Seriously?! An alternate/sketchy reality version of the fourth oldest college in the US just sounds amazing. I have always loved looking at postcards of those older campuses because they are very representative of the time in which they were constructed. Back to Lily though, I am stoked about her story. I really want to get to know why it is so important to her to attend Princeton and what her guard is all about. So exciting! What are you waiting on this week?

Waiting on Wednesday: Enchanted Ivy


Today's post is a little unusual. With our Grace Kelly month winding down, I have decided to dish out a few fast-takes before I introduce next month's star. Hope you enjoy.

1. What Are the Chances?

Over the weekend, I was treated to a sneak-peek screening of the soon to be released The Social Network. I have to say, I was quite impressed. I thought the two leads, Jesse Eisenberg and Andrew Garfield, did a tremendous job. They more than proved that they can carry a heavy film and are definitely a couple of rising stars whom I encourage you to tip your hat to.  However, while I was watching, I was treated to a little surprise: a blink-and-you'll-miss-it reference to Jack Kelly, two time Olympic Scullery winner and father of... Grace Kelly! Is my timing good, or is my timing gooooooood.






At one point, midway through the film, twin brother rowers Cameron and Tyler Winklevoss, (both played by Armie Hammer, above), who are also business rivals of lead character Mark Zuckerberg, are competing with the Harvard team in England. After the race, they are introduced to Prince Albert of Monaco, Grace's son, who congratulates them on the competition and references the accomplishments of his own grandfather, Jack. I'm pretty sure that this information completely went over the heads of the rest of the audience, since Grace is never mentioned by name, and mere months ago I would have missed out as well. But, thanks to the fact that I decided to educate myself on Grace this month, I was able to make an unexpected old-Hollywood connection in a modern film. Now you'll know too!

 Jack Kelly (Grace's dad) with his son "Kell" 
on the Schuylkill River in PA.


2. Myrna's Back!

 When I first came out to Hollywood, I busied myself with investigating all of the cultural landmarks of its celebrity history. I heard about a sculpture of Myrna Loy, which had adorned the front courtyard of Venice High School (left) since 1922. I was excited to go and see it, for I learned that the statue was an original, which Myrna herself had modeled for when she was a student there! How cool?! Unfortunately, years of wear and tear and the random hits of juvenile delinquency led to the original statue being destroyed. I was too late. Darn.

Now living in Culver City, I drive by Venice High a lot, and it always reminds me of Grease, which was partially filmed there. Inevitably, the theme song finds its way into my head, and I begin thinking about Sandy and Danny's "summer lovin'." Classic. Recently, I happened to turn my head and see a newly implemented statue out front. Could it be, I wondered? Luckily, I always have my camera with me, because... it was! Myrna has returned, thanks to sculptor Ernest Shelton who has recreated Harry Weinbrenner's original ode to the pre-Hollywood beauty. Apparently, the sculpture went up in April of this year, and there was a big dedication ceremony that celebs like Beau Bridges attended. 


The statue is quite remarkable, and though it is not the original, it is as an exact replica. When you catch a glimpse of the profile, you can't mistake it for anyone else. Myrna stands proudly and beautifully, gazing upward and extending her arm to the sky. Since her beauty inspired the original artist, he entitled the piece Inspiration when it was placed out front. It bears the same name today. If you happen by, take a look. Hopefully, Myrna gives a bit of luck and aforesaid 'inspiration' to all of the young students who will walk through the same halls she once did back when she was Myrna Williams.

 13000 Venice Boulevard, Los Angeles



3. Hot Sites


As I have produced a site that I believe pays tribute to the greatest that cinema has to offer, the "best of the best as it were," please allow me to point you toward a couple of other gems that offer the opposite: the "best of the worst."


Some friends of mine have started the following website: Badmovienite.com. It is hilarious, and in addition to featuring current and upcoming news from the industry, it also pays tribute to the best bad movies of the past. For reviews on Hollywood's most embarrassing films  and guilty pleasures, The Garbage Pail Kids, The Gingerdead Man, and Killer Klowns from Outer Space, you will find no safer haven. It is the perfect escape should you find yourself bored at work and in need of a good laugh or a trashy movie recommendation.


In related news, my little sister (and antithesis) has started a blog as well: B-Movie Heaven. As she is both funnier and smarter than myself, I guarantee that you will find her writing exponentially more entertaining than mine, especially if you have a soft spot for crummy movies. Her style is basically MST3K in writing. She gives a running commentary and breakdown of all of the classic, horrible, wonderful B-movies in cinematic history from beginning to end. Warning: there will be spoiler alerts, but it won't 'spoil' the movie, only enhance your enjoyment of it. The blog is brand new, and she is still working out the kinks, but please check back as it grows and grows. Her first feature is Bulletproof starring her personal favorite, Gary Busey. Give her a holler and show your support.


4. Bored is a Dirty Word

Say what you will about me, I am never bored. In between working, writing, reading, etc, I sometimes crave a little more variety. Spreading myself too thin, it is fun to come up with a single project or point of focus to work on in order to bring myself back down to earth. So, in my recent free time, I decided to make an art piece for my new home: a collage and homage to my Hollywood favorites. I finished it a week ago and it now proudly hangs on my bedroom wall. Since you are all equal celeb fans, I thought I would take the time to indulge in some friendly bragging rights and show off my "masterpiece."



I made certain conscious choices, like grouping the cowboys together, the comedians, the lovers, etc, but most of it was dumb luck. Honestly, I had a blast. It seems that Art is the greatest salvation for a polluted mind. I'm no artist, mind you, but I think it is safe to say that I am quite crafty. Hope you like it. ;)



Farewell, Grace. We'll  miss you! Stay tuned for October.

HOT SPOTS, PLACES, AND THINGS

Shooting Star Tattoo Designs - Change the Quality of the Artwork You See



This is the most important thing to take into account when searching for shooting star tattoos. This can be one of the absolute best design choices possible, but not if you're staring at long pages of generic junk. Is that what you're seeing? If you are, then I have some very valuable tips to share with you, because it's quite easy to move forward and find original, perfectly drawn shooting star tattoo designs.

Let me break this first tip to you very gently: The more generic artwork you see, the bigger the possibility is of you picking one of those basic tattoos to get inked with. Do you know how many people regret putting a cookie cutter tat on themselves, though? The number is staggering. Let's just leave it at that. Many of these people just weren't able to find the better, higher quality artwork, which is why they just "settled" on something. You can easily avoid this by discontinuing your use of search engines when looking for shooting star tattoo designs.

Most of you might think that this is too drastic of a step to take, but it's really not. It's just a necessary one. The only kind of artwork you find in search results will be the generic stuff, because that's the only kind of artwork gallery they show to you. They are always leaving out the bigger, fresher and higher quality galleries. So, if you want to pick shooting star tattoo designs from real, original artwork, you're best shot at finding tons of it is by using big forums to your advantage.

You're not going to find the actual tattoos in the galleries, so you don't have to worry about that. You are just using the big forum because of their massive archives, which are loaded with topics about tattoos. This is the ultimate place to gather links and names to the unbelievable artwork sites you've been missing. The info about these websites are shared freely and regularly through the topics, by people just looking to help each other out. That's how you change the quality of the shooting star tattoo designs you find. It's really that simple.

In the future, you can use this to find any other style, not just shooting star tattoo designs.

Shooting Star Tattoo Designs

After being kicked out of his girlfriend's band, and out of their relationship, Henry "Hen"Birnbaum is kind of down on his luck. Since his now ex-girlfriend and their band were the major basis of Hen's social life, he finds himself in a pathetic situation where he vegs out on tv with his crazy next door neighbor Emma. All the hum-drum that is his life changes when his sister, who disappeared a year earlier, magically reappears. Maybe life after his break-up won't be so bad after all.

Notice the length of my explanation of the story's plot. That should definitely signify how much this book disappoints the reader. Hen had moments of hilarity and silliness that I found charming at first, but when page are page are filled with (side thoughts) and juvenile humor the book loses its charm. This turned out to be a very whiny, plodding book. I felt like I really had to search to find the story and even then I wasn't sure I was on the right track.

I found Emma to be the only redeeming thing in this book. She seemed real to me in a way that the other characters lacked. Honestly, I don't know any parents who wouldn't even bat an eyelash when their missing daughter suddenly returns. They were such cardboard "oblivious parents" I wanted to scream. The writing itself wasn't terrible, but I am not a fan of books that rely heavily on pop culture references. While I know that I get the references, not everyone does and I don't think it's fair to alienate those who don't get the jokes.

All in all this was a poorly laid out book with some serious issues. I think this book felt very thrown-together and that, with a little more adding and editing, it would have been alright. As always, this is just my reaction to the book, so be sure to give it a shot it you enjoy an uneventful read. There is an audience for every book; I just wasn't part of this book's audience. Good luck!

Book received from Around the World Tours

Friend is Not a Verb




Remember when cinema used to be shocking...? No? Neither do I. The days of pushing the envelope seem to be long gone in the modern times of TMI. (The fact that I am using abbreviations is proof that I am a product of my generation: I am totes on the rizzle). One of the things you are taught as an actor, writer, or any other artist, first and foremost, is "Don't show your hand too much." Our insecurity causes us to over-explain, beat on the head, and inevitably run into the ground the different ideas we are trying to get across. Life would be much simpler if we were to just take a leap of faith that our audience is intelligent enough to "get it." If you're holding aces, you keep them close to your chest and play them only when the time is right: when you know their revelation will evoke a round of astounded Oohs and Aahs.These days it seems like people have forgotten this golden rule. Instead, we get lambasted by noise and overloaded with visuals. It feels as though directors are basically standing over our heads with megaphones screaming: "SEX! VIOLENCE! DRUGS! ROARRRR!" While these themes, of course, quickly get our blood boiling and awaken our more mammalian selves, the back-lash is a feeling of insult. At the movies, we react, but we don't think. Oftentimes, when being bedazzled by lots of colors, explosions, and gratuitous nudity, I find myself suddenly shaking back to life and asking, "Hey... Where'd the story go?"

In the days when the production code was still in full effect (1930s-1960s), writers and filmmakers had to be cunning and stealthy to slip their little innuendos into films. With the censorship board breathing down their necks, getting the word "Damn" into Gone with the Wind was a bigger battle than Waterloo. So, they had to insinuate, not shout. Nothing was literal, everything was suggested. If it ain't said, you can't hear it, but you can wonder... Hence those suspicious needles in the Sherlock Holmes movies. An educated audience would guess that they had a little sum-sum to do with heroin, but this fact was merely implied and thus "safe" for audiences. Basically, the writing in films was better and more clever when the censors ruled with an iron fist and harbored under the misapprehension that all of America was dumb. We weren't; we aren't. Yet, we so rarely get to exercise our hungry brain cells. There are few little naughty jokes, clever puns, or shocking one liners anymore, which is sad, because I'm sure we haven't heard them all. Now that anything goes, everything goes, and no one tries anymore.

Thus, here is a tribute to a few of the great one-liners in cinematic history that upon their present day viewing still made me go, "How the Hell did they get that past the censors?!?!" Oh cleverness, how I miss thee...


One of the most obvious awards goes to Grace Kelly, this month's muse, and it comes as no surprise I'm sure that it took place in her Hitchcock collaboration, To Catch a Thief. When it came to double entendre, Hitch was King, and for a man who was almost painfully preoccupied with sex, it is no wonder that his films were heavily laced with erotic dialogue. However, Hitch and his writers were so darn good that he could get away with throwing in a line or two-- or a dozen-- which on the surface seemed so innocent, but at their core were "Tsk-tsk-tsk". These zingers were so subtly planted that they would come and go before the audience even realized anything naughty had happened. When the censors reviewed Hitch's scripts, they could find nothing off-putting, because on paper everything looked squeaky clean. It was only in the delivery and the execution that the simplest lines became delightfully sinful. Hence, the scene where Grace and Cary Grant sit on the lounge amidst the explosion of fireworks. As fierce light crescendos and pounds in the background, it heightens the heat and desire between the two actors, so when Grace (above) says to Cary, "Look! Hold them," you don't know whether she is talking about her diamonds or... um... other gems.

Grace and Cary in TCAT: Choices, choices...

The most memorable line of course comes when Grace and Cary/Frances and John stop for a little picnic in her car, and she innocently asks, "You want a leg or a breast?" Cary makes the gentlemanly answer, "You make the choice," seeing either option as a positive. Today, that scene would play like, "Screw the chicken. Let's f*ck!" But with the subtle and humorous delivery of Grace and Cary and the smart and playful direction of Hitchcock, the scene plays like a gamy dream.

Another great example comes in Flying Down to Rio, which is today most memorable as the first collaboration of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers (right), who as supporting characters still managed to steal the film. In addition to their mesmerizing dance routines and the witty repartee and chemistry that would make them one of the most legendary screen couples of all time, there was a quick one-liner that I found equally entertaining. The film, as you can already guess, takes place in Rio de Janeiro where Astaire's "Yankee Clippers" band is making a go of it. At one point early in the film, a group of North American tourists sit watching the ensuing music and the bevy of Brazilian beauties decorating the stage and the dance floor. Taking stock of the salivating men, one of the young girls says with a pinch of jealousy, "'What have these South American girls got below the Equator that we haven't?" For a split second, I sat going, "What? Did she just... Was that... Bahahahaha!" How they got away with it, I don't know, but thank God they did! Hilarious. The film is probably the silliest of all the Astaire/Rogers productions, with people dancing on airplanes and whatnot, but the absurdity makes it all the more endearing. When you find yourself watching a movie and smiling from ear to ear, you can write it off as a good film.

 Literally, Flying Down to Rio.

This next moment actually produced a good, ol' fashioned Meredith spit-take, which is something that I am known for among friends. (During humorous occasions, I should not be allowed around liquids). Morocco remains one of Marlene Dietrich's best films. The image of her walking away from a life of grandeur with Adolphe Menjou and into the desolate, forbidding desert with Gary Cooper is one that evokes all of the romance and melodrama of the bygone studio era. This film remains provocative for many reasons, the most obvious of which is Marlene's cross-dressing (left) and overt bisexuality. During her first song in the film, she wanders into the audience and plants a wet one on a female spectator. She also tosses Gary a flower, which he proceeds to tuck behind his ear. The gender roles are all mixed up, and the disregard for good Christian morals is blatantly enjoyed in the seductive terrain of a foreign land. 


 Gary and Marlene in ecstasy in Morocco.

However, before Gary's Legionnaire even meets Marlene's Amy Jolly, he is scouting the local women for a one-night-stand. He finds a plump and inviting native who holds up a few fingers to indicate her room number. Gary throws his own fingers back at her to double check the rendezvous, and his superior officer sees him, asking angrily, "What are you doing with your fingers?" Gary's response: "Nothing. Yet." Pause. Meredith: spit.


 Snug as Bugs: Doris and Rock in Pillow Talk

And finally, a personal favorite. Despite the fact that Doris Day was an innocent Little Miss Sunshine and Rock Hudson was a closeted homosexual, this onscreen duo created some of the most popular and sexually suggestive films of their time, (though perhaps it is because of the aforementioned reasons that the formula worked). In Pillow Talk, they are at the top of their game, with Rock portraying the philandering God of Sex and Doris playing the yearning and innocent pawn in his latest game. The two share a party telephone line, because of which Doris is forced to witness more than one piquant conversation. She continues to rebuke Rock for his explicit and indecent behavior, and so when he discovers her identity he decides to get his revenge on the uptight, ice queen. 

 Rock waits to see the rest of the equipment.

However, the first time Rock lays eyes on her, he is pleasantly surprised to find that she is much more attractive than he imagined, which will make his latest mission more of a pleasure than a burden. As he eyes her caboose, we hear his internal monologue: "So that's the other end of your party line..." Upon hearing this, I burst out laughing. 

The duo created in this film one of the most beautiful performances of give and take and She vs. He in all cinema. They get away with their sexual shenanigans, not only because the production codes were easing up by now, but because Rock as the Lothario scorned is the perfect match for Doris as the good girl tempted. Viewers clearly see that she too is a sexual creature, and we are guaranteed that Brad and Jan will have a hefty, healthy sex-life, but only after he "put's a ring on it." Apparently, you can color with any hue in the spectrum as long as you stay inside the lines.

These little quips and moments are absolutely delicious, and they run rampant in the films of the past. This is one reason to be thankful for the "evil" production code, which at the time was such a pain in the neck to American filmmakers. The end product(s) was worth the headache, for in having to use their heads and find other avenues and side-streets to get down to brass tacks, these filmmakers took us down more visually and mentally stimulating (and gratifying) pathways. The true testament of the intelligence of these films is that even for modern spectators-- who probably forgot how to blush long ago-- these jewels can still make your face flush and your eyes widen as you say, "Oh my..."


MENTAL MONTAGE: Sneaky, Saucy Lines

Waiting on Wednesday recognizes that we as bookies pine for books. This post is about what I am impatiently waiting for right now. It was started by Jill at Breaking the Spine.

Meanicures by Catherine Clark is scheduled to arrive in bookstores on October 12th and I'm very intrigued. I don't think I've ever seen any of her other books, but this blurb piqued my interest.

When three best friends get together, the first thing they talk about these days is always the mean girls in their lives. They decide to banish their enemies by holding a ceremony and burning slips of paper with the mean girls' names on them. But soon afterwards, they discover themselves becoming mean, and they must find a way--with a little help from the owner of their local beauty shop--to reverse the ceremony and revert to the sweet (mostly), kind (if slightly imperfect) personalities. Catherine Clark's first middle-grade novel is a humorous look at the mysterious--and wonderful--nature of friendship.

From Goodreads

We all know what middle school is like. It is the toughest time in most kids' lives because they don't really feel like they fit in anywhere and they are quite awkward due to puberty setting in. I'm sure we could all name a mean girl or two who made our lives difficult. This take on burning a paper effigy of something they despise is not new, but definitely not something I have seen in a younger novel. I'm impatient to see how these girls begin to morph into that which they loathed and how they emerge from the other side.

What are you waiting on this week?

Waiting on Wednesday: Meanicures

Cherry blossom tattoos are some of the most popular tattoo designs for women currently. The beauty and delicate nature of a cherry blossom can't be denied. In both Japanese and Chinese cultures the cherry blossom is full of symbolic meaning and significance. Before deciding to get a cherry blossom tattoo design it makes sense to understand the symbolism and deep cultural connections and meaning that this tattoo might hold. After all the best tattoo designs are ones that hold a great deal of symbolic significance. Typically the tattoo that is universally regretted is the one that was gotten while out with a bunch of friends just because they were getting one. So don't fall into the trap and regret your tattoo later in life. Instead if you are planning on getting a tattoo at least take the time to research the symbolism and meaning behind it and see if it speaks to you and if the ideas are significant in your life.

While many people tend to blend and confuse the Japanese and Chinese culture together from lack of knowledge the two are very different in many ways. Therefore the meaning and symbolism that the cherry blossom holds is different in each culture.

Chinese Cherry Blossom

For the Chinese the cherry blossom is a very significant symbol of power. Typically it represent a feminine beauty and sexuality and often holds an idea of power or feminine dominance. Within the language of herbs and herbal lore of the Chinese the cherry blossom is often the symbol of love.

Japanese Cherry Blossom

For the Japanese the cherry blossom holds very different meaning. The cherry blossom is a very delicate flower that blooms for a very short time. For the Japanese this represents the transience of life. This concept ties in very deeply with the fundamental teachings of Buddhism that state all life is suffering and transitory. The Japanese have long held strong to the Buddhist belief of the transitory nature of life and it is very noble to not get too attached to a particular outcome or not become emotional because it will all pass in time.

The fallen cherry blossom is not taken lightly in Japanese symbolism either. It often represents the beauty of snow and there are many connections made in Japanese literature or poetry to a fallen cherry blossom and snow. This also has been extended to the life of a warrior whose life was ended early in battle.

As you can see in both cultures the symbolism and meaning behind the cherry blossom is very significant and powerful at the same time. It is important to think about these symbols and connect this with what your personally believe the cherry blossom represents. If you still want to get a cherry blossom tattoo and the above meaning from the Japanese culture or the Chinese culture do not speak to you or you're somehow view the cherry blossom in a very different way then it is okay to still get a cherry blossom tattoo. However, it is always important to know the symbolism before getting a tattoo permanently done.

Cherry Blossom Tattoos - What Do They Mean

I was fortunate enough to get to attend another signing of the AMAZING Terra McVoy. Apparently I never wrote about the first signing I went to for her debut novel Pure, but she is really the person you have to thank for my blog. Back in July of 2009, I attended her signing at a local library. When I walked up to have my book signed, I told her my plans of doing a book review blog. She was so kind and supportive, considering she offered to be my very first author interview! So, in short, thank her for pushing me to do this blog. :)

Back to the current subject at hand, I went to the ever fabulous Quail Ridge Books to see Terra for her second book After the Kiss. It was a small event, with only about 15 -20 people in attendance, but I find those are the best kinds of events. They seem more personal since the author is right there! Terra was all big smiles & giggles for most of the event, except when she was reading aloud from the book. Let me assure you, that was the most amazing thing I have ever heard at an author event.

For those of you who don't know, After the Kiss is written in prose. Some pieces take the form of poetry, while others take on the form of free-flowing thoughts. While I am a huge fan of poetry, I have always had a tough time reading it; unless it is read out loud. Terra graced us with several pieces from the book so that we could get a feel for the two very distinct voices of Camille & Becca. Listening to Terra read was like listening to a favorite song. She knew where the pauses went (and later explained to me how to discern their location as well) and spoke so eloquently that I could have listened to her speak all afternoon.

To say the absolute least, Terra is charming and delightful and very animated. She makes you feel very welcome and comfortable in her presence. Her excitement about her books and her enthusiasm for life in general make her signings a nice pick-you-up in tough times. If you ever get a chance to see her in person, be sure to take it. I expect to see more great things from her in the future.

Author Signing: Terra McVoy!

Colorful bookshelfWelcome back to Nostalgic Friday! Since I love all things historical (culturally, physically, and personally) I do a post on Fridays honoring some awesome book that is a bit older. Many of them are books I enjoyed in my teens and others are books that I discovered as an adult that I think are relevant to YA readers.

Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging: Confessions of Georgia Nicolson by British comedienne Louise Rennison is by far one of the most hilarious books ever! Originally published in 1999, this became (IMHO) one of the best written and most amusing teen series of the early 2000s.

In the first installment of this ten part series (that's still being written) we meet the lovely and flamboyant Georgia Nicolson. This 14-year-old has taken to recording her life's moments in the old tradition of a journal. With a little sister with bladder control issues, a gigantic cat capable of disastrous things, and those crazy lovable people she's forced to live with (her parents), Georgia's life is certainly never dull.

And then he shows up in her life. The Sex God. He's smooth and sweet and just the right amount of shady. Totally gorgeous, Georgia naturally finds herself lusting after him. Although her friends are not making her infatuation easy to hide. Between friends quarreling and her best friend Jas being sick, Georgia has got her work cut out for her.

This book is made of win if for no other reason than it has a glossary of British terminology in the back since the series is set in Britain. Louise gives Georgia such a personality that I think it would be difficult for any reader to resist her charms. Georgia goes through all sorts of awkward stages during the course of the book series and I'm pretty sure that everyone can relate to at least one situation. I kind of prefer the daydream scene with Leonardo DiCaprio and Brad Pitt. :D

Witty, amusing, and never dull, this series is sure to blow your socks off!

Nostalgic Friday: Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging: Confessions of Georgia Nicolson





Ultimate Blonde Comedienne Carol Lombard takes 
a mischievous peek in Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

Grace Kelly (left) is most often remembered as being refined, classy, and chic. But so too did this lady have a naughty sense of humor. When Alfred Hitchcock initially tried to get her goat with his dirty jokes, Grace quipped back something to the effect of: "I heard worse things than that when I was in convent school." When she got close to people, she really let her guard down and showed her sweet and fun-loving side. Truth be told, she loved a good prank, and she played with the best of them!






The most infamous joker she went mono e mono with was surprisingly Alec Guinness, an English actor who was also known for his regal aura. The two chummed up on the set of The Swan (right) and became good friends. When Grace learned that Alec was receiving very "forward" fan letters from a girl named Alice, she saw to it that he was continuously paged by an "Alice" at his hotel. Alec's face probably filled with fear until he saw the look on Grace's. The two also engaged in a a decades long battle of "Where's the Tomahawk?" The duel started thus: Alec was given a little tomahawk by a friend, and as a gag, he tipped the hotel concierge to slip it into Grace's bed. Grace's initial surprise led to a continuous game. The two soon began swapping the weapon back and forth. Grace would hear that Alec was in town, and she would pay the bellboy at his hotel to place the tomahawk in his bed; Alec would learn that Grace was passing through his neck of the woods, and he would have a mutual friend hide it somewhere in hers. Sometimes, years would pass before the tomahawk would strike again, but it always did. Every once in awhile one of them was greeted with the surprisingly humorous prop, and had a good laugh over it. Where it ended up, or who was the last to receive it is unknown, but it was a good way for two friends to to send a little token of remembrance, despite the years that passed between them.




Grace also tried to help out ol' friend Jackie-O back when she was Jacqueline Kennedy, (see two classy ladies left). It seems that John was a big fan of Grace's, which is no surprise knowing his penchant for blondes. When he underwent a dangerous lumbar fusion surgery in 1954, Grace wrote Jackie and asked if she might pay a visit at the hospital. Jackie thought it was just the thing to brighten the recuperating politician's spirits, but she added a twist. The scheme was to have Grace enter John's hospital room dressed as a nurse! Grace arrived completely in character and performed to a T. Perhaps a little too well, actually. In addition to the fact that John was heavily sedated, Grace was a bit too convincing in her costume. He didn't know that the kind nurse helping him was a famed movie star! Grace left. When John became a little more clearheaded, Jackie told him of the shenanigan, and he kicked himself for missing the experience of a lifetime!




Speaking of John and his blondes... Marilyn Monroe also had a funny bone, and she too wanted to pull a fast one on her husband, Joe DiMaggio  (newlywedded, right). Unfortunately, like the above gag, it didn't pan out. This time, she asked for Maureen O'Hara's help. It turns out that Joe had a school-boy crush on the flame haired vixen, so to tease him, Marilyn asked Maureen if she would take part in his birthday party. The idea was that Maureen would hide in a large box, which Marilyn would then give to Joe as a present with the following stipulation: "Now Joe, after I give this, I don't ever want to hear about Maureen O'Hara again." Maureen would then pop out of the gift, leaving Joe quite stunned. Maureen resisted the idea, but eventually the persuasive Marilyn coaxed her into it. For some reason-- scheduling perhaps-- they never went through with it. Too bad for Joe.

Maureen O'Hara: proving red-heads 
could also get a laugh.

Another blonde who liked to have a little fun was Hot Toddy, Thelma Todd (left). When she was first signed at Paramount at the young age of 19, she was put in the studio acting class with other young hopefuls, such as Buddy Rogers. Now, between lessons on speech and performance, these youngsters got a little stir crazy. Here they were, hoping to become famous movie stars, and instead it was like being in boarding school. In the midst of the talkie revolution, studio execs really wanted to make sure that their new gents and ingenues could move cinema into the next generation, and classes on diction and pronunciation were becoming tiring. Thus, to break out of the old, starched routines, the kids decided to have some laughs. Rumor has it that Toddy was always the leader when it came to their pranks.

One example involved the illustrious legend of the silent screen, Gloria Swanson, then one of the biggest movie stars in the world, and the reigning Queen of Paramount's Astoria studios. One night, Thel' and the gang decided to toy with the famed vixen. They went to the set of her latest film, Stage Struck, (in which she was playing a waitress), and tampered with the props, which they moved around and glued down-- plates, trays, chairs, doors, everything! The next day, when Gloria arrived to the set, she started going through the scene only to realize that she couldn't move anything. Doors refused to open, silverware was stuck on the counter... From the rafters, she thought she could hear the faint sound of chuckling. Instead of getting riled, the Grande Dame calmly pulled director Allan Dwan aside into a private convo, then left the set. No more work could be done until the situation was corrected anyway.


Gloria S: Don't mess with this!

Thelma was right proud of this silly victory... until Gloria got her revenge. The next day, Thelma and her class of jokesters were called to the very same set and asked to perform scenes from the script... while Gloria critiqued! Suddenly, the laughs turned to gulps. Thelma herself was given Gloria's role. Gloria simply sat smirking-- pen and paper at the ready to give her review. Revenge was sweet. In the end, no one held any grudges. It was all in fun. In fact, Gloria probably saw in Thelma a younger version of herself. Earlier, when the gushing young actress first met her idol and told her she hoped to work with her one day, Gloria cautiously advised, "Just don't let them get to you dear. Keep them at a distance and let them think you've got steal claws and sharp fangs." If only Thel' had taken the advice...





But back to the funny business. Errol Flynn (right) was a legendary prankster. (Granted his hair was light brown, but for the sake of this article we'll say that it was dirty blonde). The number of gags he pulled on his pals is endless. One unwitting recipient of his boyish hi-jinks was Anthony Quinn. The two were scheduled to do a radio show for the Red Cross. Before Tony arrived, Errol spoke to the fellas in charge of the broadcast and asked them to play along with his scheme: pretending to be on the air when in fact the show hadn't begun. When the fake show commenced, the boys began reading through the script when Errol suddenly let out a string of obscenities that would make a sailor duck and cover. Anthony's mouth dropped open in shock! He was used to Errol's foul mouth, but he was surprised that he cut loose on "live" radio. He was even more surprised when Errol accused him of the foul language, saying, "Why Tony! Why did you say that?" Anthony of course protested, "No, no! It wasn't me!" Errol then repeated the game, each time becoming more filthily verbose and condemning Anthony for his language. "Shame on you, Anthony" he'd say, at which poor Tony would simply shake his head vigorously in protest and look around at the tech boys for help. He prayed that they'd cut the power, but he was stuck! When the show was over, Antony returned home, sure that his reputation was ruined. The phone started ringing off the hook: Hedda Hopper, Louella Parsons, and his father-in-law Cecil B. DeMille condemned him for his behavior, (all coaxed into the gag by Errol). Finally, Anthony got a final call from his mischievous friend, who simply said, "Gotca, Tony!" He could do nothing but laugh.

Anthony Quinn, laughing it up.




Olivia De Havilland constantly fell prey to Errol's pranks, (they sit together, left).  One day, while on the set of The Charge of the Light Brigade, she went into her dressing room to change. She opened a drawer in her bureau and pulled out a piece of clothing, but was startled when a long, dead snake rolled out. She let out a terrified shriek, dropped the clothes, and ran from the room! Off in the distance, watching with glee, Errol nearly fell over laughing. Olivia never did find out if the snake he'd planted was real. Errol would again pull a fast one on her when she, on a separate occasion, went to her dressing room to change. This time, when she put her feet into her shoes, she found that she was unable to walk away. Errol had nailed them to the floor. Olivia, impassioned and fiery as she was, would become livid at these unprofessional actions, but Errol's boyish good humor and charms would always win her back over. She just couldn't stay mad at the boy.



Carole Lombard: Beauty that's Bananas!

The mother of all blonde pranksters is, of course, the Queen of Screwball comedies, Carole Lombard. It seems that there was no one in Tinsel-Town untouched by her ploys. Her gags were always light-hearted and full of fun, bearing no malicious bent at all. She just loved to make people laugh, and she was enough of a ham to pull off many elaborate tricks with great pomp. Carole is responsible for getting Hitchcock to make his only official, full-fledged comedy, Mr. and Mrs. Smith. He enjoyed her bawdy, racy humor and she his, so having the chance to work together seemed perfect. However, Carole had heard the infamous quote Hitch had uttered that "All actors should be treated like cattle." Thus, when filming began, she had three cows brought to the set, one labeled for each actor: herself, Robert Montgomery, and Gene Raymond


Carole and Bob Montgomery on Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

There were no lengths Carole wouldn't go to. When she was invited to a ball that requested all invitees to show up in white, she came in an ambulance; when she hosted a dinner party, she gave it a medical theme and had the meal served in bed pans. When eating breakfast out with married co-star Bing Crosby during We're Not Dressing, she got up to leave and said, "Oh by the way, Bing, I left my nightie in your room last night. Could you please get it back to me. Thanks." She winked and walked away, leaving Bing completely stunned and embarrassed in front of the other diners, who now thought that he and Carole had had a roll in the hay! They had not, but Carole loved to set tongues wagging.



Clark and Carole: Two hams have some fruit.

She loved most to toy with husband, Clark Gable. When they first started dating, Carole learned that Clark loved collecting cars, so she sent him a present: a broken-down and deteriorating model-T covered with hearts. But this time she had met her match. Gable showed up at her front door with the car and tempted her into a joy ride in the comic vehicle. After they were married, Carole toned the jokes down a bit, but her cooky side always remained. The duo hosted occassional, absurd parties, including one in which everyone invited had to pick up an instrument and play while Carole conducted. Because few had any musical ability, the noise was atrocious, but the hilarity ensued. When Carole tragically died in her 1942 plane crash, it was her incredible joy, generosity, and sense of fun that was left behind. Thanks to her films and the tremendous and uproarious stories about her, the comedy continues.

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