07 August 2008

geeks and tropical fruit

first of all, can i say how excited i am about Pineapple Express? so excited.

let me explain. i'm not a big pot movie fan. but i love, love, LOVE seth rogen and james franco. if i could exist in any tv universe, it would be the land of Freaks and Geeks. why?

because it was so endearing and awkward. you want to simultaneously hug and mock nick andopolis, when he says things like "I'm gonna be a Deejay, man...And maybe a lumberjack."

if i was like any character in high school, i was definitely millie. why? because i was good at math, had a poor sense of style, and tragically rode the bus until i graduated. despite this, i like to imagine that i was more like lindsay. she was all, "i'm not part of one crowd and i'm super smart, but also really into wearing an old army jacket and rejecting my genetic predisposition toward geekiness." and all the guys she hung out with were inexplicably adorable despite their underachievements.

so imagine my disappointment when i watched Tuesday's episode of The Daily Show with Seth Rogen--expecting the wit and snark of Ken Miller, his Freaks and Geeks counterpart-- instead getting an awkward, deadpan-free interview that highlighted the benefits of dropping out of high school and smoking lots of weed.

sign that i'm still a little like millie: i was like "really, ken? come on now," and got a little judgy. but only a little because i'm still going to go see the movie. and i still secretly love seth rogen. how can you not?

anyway, this all leads into...

new summer thing #7: using incoherent phrases like slang
i saw a commercial for Pineapple Express today that advertised Rolling Stone magazine is saying the movie is a "Hot box full of crazy." is that good? because it sounds an awful lot like when we say students at school are a "hot mess on a platter." which is definitely not a good thing. get it together Rolling Stone. or at least tell me when you update new hip slang.

also, while watching project runway tonight, i saw a commercial for the nightmare that is going to be the rachel zoe reality show. in which said stylist attempts to coin "new" catchphrases like "bananas." as in, "OMG, you look BANANAS in that dress." what, are you six? and listening to gwen stefani like 4 years ago? honestly. go eat something.

in other vernacular news, the slightly crazy man who sometimes hangs out/sleeps on the doorstep of our building, who once called me his "brother from another mother" as i walked by, yelled at me today about something. i'm not sure what. if i didn't know any better, i might've said it sounded like a hot box full of craaaazy.

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