He's Alive!

OK - after writing the previous post, I ended up buying the DVD to Made of Honor starring, of course, a certain Mr. Patrick Dempsey. Today, while checking out a new liquidation store, I saw this (pictured below) and just had to have it. It's so cheesy, it's hilarious. Have you ever seen a head of hair like that on a doll before? The doll (or action figure?) is based off of Dempsey's character in the movie, Enchanted.

I guess it's safe to say that, although he may not be at the very top of my list, Patrick Dempsey is alive and well, and has the best head of hair in Hollywood.

P.D. is dead to me

No - I'm not talking about P Diddy; P.D. stands for Patrick Dempsey. Don't get me wrong - I still think he is a very beautiful man and I love that he plays a doctor on TV (although I am no longer the Grey's Anatomy fan I used to be since they have put the focus on sex instead of medical traumas, but that's another story). It's just that Dempsey has fallen from the top of my "list," and has been replaced by Mr. Hugh Jackman. Here are the reasons why:

Not only is he a talented actor, but he sings. The man has a brilliant voice and is probably one of a handful of gorgeous straight men to star in musicals.



He dances



He's got a sense of humor and can be funny while singing and dancing. Plus, he looks great in a tux.



He's charming and a gentleman. OK, the next video is showing the chivalry of one of his characters (Leopold) who obviously is not real, but his dad once related a story about his chivalry at the tender age of 5 or 6 years old when he was running a race and his first "girlfriend" fell and he stopped to help her up. Anyway, it may not be real, but a girl can pretend, eh?



He looks good without a shirt. He's quite fit. He's in good enough shape to kick tuchas, but since he's a gentleman, he wouldn't unless absolutely necessary (or when playing wolverine).

And, although I could go on and on for quite a bit more, I will finish with he can ride a horse.

I know many a girl who is all excited about him being crowned People Magazine's Sexiest Man of the Year, and I admittedly did buy the periodical, however I was much more entertained by the December '08 issue of Cowboys and Indians. I highly recommend checking it out.

It's a quintessential moment for rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock!

You're out to dinner with your best buds and no one remembers whose turn it is to pick up the bill. Being the gracious persons you all are, everyone is offering to pick up the tab? How do you decide who pays? You could use the old standard, "Rock, Paper, Scissors," but when using that technique with people you know well, you will end up in a tie about 80% of the time. You need a higher number of possible outcomes, so try "Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard Spock." This is not a new idea, but was made instantly popular by a show called The Big Bang Theory.



This is the perfect way to settle a dispute or just have fun. It's the new game that is sweeping the nation. Try it - you'll like it. However, if you pick Spock everytime, you are a total geek.

As some of you may know, I have a t-shirt and gifts shop on Cafepress, and if you can't use your blog to shamelessly promote your stuff, then what good is it, eh? So, if you wanna, you can check out shirts and stuff with the rules to Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock.
http://www.cafepress.com/innermango/2639217

Minor Celebrity Sighting

Today on my home from work, I had a few minutes to kill before catching my bus, so I popped into the downtown Barnes & Noble and caught sight of local pseudo-celebrity, Blayne Walsh, purchasing the latest issue of Vogue. It was obvious since returning to the Emerald City that he has resumed his unhealthy tanning habit, as he is a very dark, unnatural orange-brown color. You gotta lay off the fake-and-bake, Blayne, before you get a melanoma. Tanning is cancerlicious, which is not a good thing.

The Stupidity of Halloween

Not only is Halloween pagan and evil and creepy, but the lemmings that celebrate it, considering it harmless fun are just plain morons. Even with the economic nose-dive we are in, the National Retail Federation estimates U.S. consumers will scare up nearly $5.8 billion to celebrate this evil holiday. That's a per-person average spending of $66.54, nearly 3% more than last year's average. Why would people waste so much money on something so stupid and gross?

Switched at Birth?

My "dad" is from the Philippines. I, in no way, look like a Filipina; not even a half Filipina. When friends meet my "dad," I invariably get asked, "That's your dad...? Are you sure?" I'm the palest half Filipina girl I know, except for a couple of Albinos, but they don't really count. I'm not pasty white, but for supposedly being half Asian/Polynesian, I don't think so. Speaking of pasty white, there's my alleged mom - the poster child for pasty whiteness. Along with the marshmallow-colored skin, she has blond hair and blue eyes and I neither look like her or act like her. I really don't even understand her. She repeatedly complains that I can't read her mind or finish her thoughts like my "brother" can. I guess she doesn't realize that I consider that a compliment. Then there's the suspicious circumstances of my birth. When Bev (the alleged mother) went into hard labor, my "dad" decided that would be a good time to go to the cafeteria for a snack. Bev, being the great patient she always is, was being so aggressive and confrontational that they medicated her until she was unconscious. I don't remember the event at all, so as far as I am concerned, until I see a maternity test, I maintain that they brought home the wrong baby.

Jessica Simpson's Movie

Jessica Simpson's latest movie has been a major hit in Russia, and will be opening in Bulgaria next. But why hasn't this movie (which sounds like a rip-off of Private Benjamin) opened here in the US - the country in which it was filmed, where the dialogue doesn't have to be subtitled or dubbed? Word has it, her acting is so awful that the powers-that-be are hesitant to release the movie in the States, or anywhere else where English is the primarily spoken. Apparently, the eye-candy factor of Miss Simpson is not high enough to excuse her lack of talent. Considering how much stupid drivel is released on a weekly basis, this must be really bad.

Fashion Show @ Amber

"Live 4 Life Fashion, Rue, and The Industry came together for what turned out to be an absolutely spectacular fashion show. Project Runways Blaine Walsh was in attendance along with hundreds of Seattle's most beautiful socialites none of which left unsatisfied."


The above is what was written about the event that Nikki and I went to. I know what you are thinking: "A fashion show? Why was Tiff at a fashion show?!!! Why were Nikki and Tiff hobnobbing with Seattle's beautiful socialites?" I know. It's weird. Let me explain. I think I've made somewhat of a transformation since moving to Seattle. It's been slow, but, partially because of Nikki's persistence, I am learning to act more like, well, a girl. Mind you, I am still the tough tomboy who loves playing football, but I've learned it's OK to look and act like a girl. Included in my transformation is my newly developed obsession with all things Project Runway. Nikki got me into it last season (not this recently ended season, but the one before it - the one with "so fierce" Christian Siriano). The challenges they put the contestants through are sometimes amazing, Heidi Klum is hilarious and Tim Gunn is a fashion genius. OK - I digress. So the reason we went to the show at Seattle's trendiest bar was because of Blayne Walsh. He was one of the aspiring designers from the most current season. In case you didn't know, this tanning addict contestant lives in West Seattle and had a design piece in the show. Blayne certainly wasn't one of the most talented designers of the season, but he seemed to be a nice fellow and pretty funny. And his designs were almost always memorable, although usually not in a good way. One piece was described by Michael Kors as "it looks like it's pooping fabric." I didn't get a real close look at his piece at the show, but I can definitely say it was not my style.



So, anyway, Nikki and I decided to go to the show, just for kicks. The stuff they sent down the runway wasn't anything I'd ever wear, but it was still fun and one of the models was pretty hot. Granted, the likelihood of him being gay is pretty high, but that doesn't stop me from admiring his looks. I think the highlight of the night was watching the two guys sitting at the table next to us. I am sure that they came to the bar having no idea about the fashion show and they definitely felt out of their element. The two of them made up the majority of straight guys in the restaurant. It was also really funny when one of the guys was trying to be 'gentlemenly' (yes, I made that word up) and get the server's attention for Nikki and the waitress took it the wrong way when he tapped her on the arm and called him an a-hole. The poor guy was embarrassed, but it was still pretty funny. Some photographer chick came up and wanted to take our picture, but fortunately I was with no-nonsense Nikki, who bluntly told the woman, "No!" Gotta love it! Overall, it was a very interesting and fun night. FYI - Blayne is the guy in blue in the pic above.

PS - I know there are spelling and grammar errors in the quote at the top of this post, and even though I feel compelled to fix them, I'm not, since it's not right to change anything in a quote.

The Evils of Halloween & Excessive Drinking

The Mortgage Meltdown

This ice sculpture is called "Main Street Meltdown," and was created to commemorate the 79th anniversary of Black Tuesday, however I think it's also an appropriate symbol for today's economy, which, by the way, is Nikki's fault - ask her and she will tell you why.






The furniture outside of this Fannie Mae building is part of a protest from homeowners facing default on their mortgage loans. What a system we live in, eh? Just another sign of the times. Nikki - is that your love seat? J/K

Daylight Savings Can Be Hazardous To Your Health

I am soooo glad we get to move our clocks back this coming Sunday. I hate, no loath Daylight Savings Time. Being forced to give up an hour just really ticks me off. Apparently, I'm not the only one who is averse to DST. According to an article in the Seattle PI, Swedish researchers (those crazy Swedes) have found that turning the clock back one hour is good for your heart, so conversely, moving it forward can have adverse effects. Our friendly Swedish scientists looked over the data from 20 years of records and discovered that the incidence of heart attacks increased in the week after starting daylight savings, whereas the number dipped the Monday after setting clocks back. I knew I felt justified in hating DST. Just to be fair, though, the article mentioned that some uptight American researchers found that your chances of getting hit by a car increase with the end of DST, but, personally, I'm willing to take my chances for an extra hour of sleep.

http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/health/1500ap_med_time_change_heart_attacks.html