Showing posts with label Anchorman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anchorman. Show all posts

Thursday, October 16, 2025

Squad Goals: Anchored by Burgundy

Top: Madden Girl, Kohl's


Bag: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's

Bow: Art Class, Target

Skirt: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's

Skirt: So, Kohl's

Boots: LC Lauren Conrad Kohl's

Sweatshirt: LC Lauren Conrad Kohl's

Bag: Betsey Johnson, Amazon

Tights: A New Day, Target

Bag: Madden Girl, Macy's

Bows: Limited Too, Kohl's


Shoes: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's; Socks: Amazon

Dress: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's

Anchored by the color, not Ron.  Although I like to think that my corner of the interwebs is newsworthy.  And who doesn't love a Will Ferrell reference?  That said, burgundy's intriguing because it's red with a darker backstory.  Game for the challenge of this haunting hue, I mixed it with pastels for my fits.

Because sometimes even the darkest horse needs a My Little Pony palette.

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Happy Valentine's Day: Leopard Loves Lamp . . .



Rockin' Ruby Barrette 


Rockin' Ruby Bracelet

Sweater: Poof, Marshalls
Skirt: Ellen Tracy, J. C. Penney's
Shoes: Payless
Bag: Apt. 9, Kohl's
Coat: Wild Fable, Target

. . . and Lamp loves Brick.  Or, rather, Brick (Steve Carell) loves Lamp, according to Anchorman.  At least until Anchorman 2 when he loves Chani (Kristin Wiig), who is only marginally brighter than a lamp.  But then, this is just the sort of obscure pop culture romance reference that's on the docket for this post.  Because this Valentine's Day, it's all about unlikely and/or unpopular couples.  Think of it as a kind of Mystery Date meets "Mystery Science Theater 3000" -- from an overthinker who watches too much TV. 

"Dawson's Creek": Joey & Pacey

The punchline here is that it's Pacey, not Dawson, who ends up with Joey.  And lots of people didn't like that, myself included.  I could still hear my sister protesting, "It's not called Pacey's Creek!" after watching that fateful series finale.  Yet years later, when we both watched the reruns, we changed our tune.  Who's there for Joey when that surfer dude tries to take her home from that drunken beach bash?  That's right; it's Pacey.  And who encourages her to go to Paris instead of cock blocking her big moment?  Correctamundo, Pacey again.  Which begs the question: Dawson who?  Turns out he's just some namby pamby Spielberg wannabe whose only claim to fame is that ugly cry.  

"The Office": Kelly & Ryan (not Ripa and Seacrest)

Oh, sure.  Everyone hearts the all-American, will-they-won't-they power ballad that is Jim and Pam.  No one wants to admit to the dysfunctional appeal of the Dumpster fire that is Kelly and Ryan.  Yet in the staid and often vanilla setting of Scranton, it's these two who bring the soap opera.  Kelly fakes a pregnancy and dumps Darryl via text.  Ryan propositions Erin and dumps Kelly so he can go to Thailand.  Then, in the very last episode, Kelly abandons her doctor husband, Ryan abandons his infant son, and they ride off into the sunset together.  But what else would we expect from a girl who stole a boat from her high school boyfriend and a guy who nearly burned down Dunder Mifflin nuking a Hot Pocket?

"The King of Queens": Spence & That Ice Cream Cone

Remember when Doug and Carrie and the gang went to that amusement park and Spence hit it off with that woman/man (it was never clear which) in a strawberry ice cream cone costume?  How he was pouring his heart out to it and saying that it was such a good listener?  Only to leave and come back to find an equally larger-than-life chocolate ice cream cone in its place?  Well, I always wondered what could have been for Spence and Old Creamy.  Because Spence is a sad sack.  In the whole series, his only relationships of note are with 1) a bowling alley waitress played by Rachel Dratch, 2) a culinary student who is too hot (a cook) for Carrie to handle, and 3) his roommate Danny.  The guy deserved a win.  Or at the very least, a lifetime supply of Ben and Jerry's.

So.  Whether you're lucky in love, loony in love, or even a loser in love, may TV always be your guide.  And valentine.  Unless you have an actual valentine.  In which case you can down a pound of Russell Stover's as you watch tube together.  

Reruns and refined sugar.  Nothing quite rocks romance better.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Movie Moment: Our Idiot Brother

When I heard that Paul Rudd was starring in a movie called Our Idiot Brother, I knew I had to see it.  I don't usually get all starry-eyed about actors, but Paul Rudd has a kind of irresistible witty-yet-down-to-earth geek-chic appeal, a new facet of which is illuminated in this indie flick.  Part comedy, part family drama, Our Idiot Brother is the story of Ned Rochlin, a guy who gets arrested for selling pot to a uniformed police officer from his organic produce stand.  But don't be fooled by this wacky opener.  This movie's deep.

Thankfully, there are no prison scenes.  The plot just fast forwards to eight months later when Ned has been released.  He returns to his beloved farm and dog, Willie Nelson, only to find that his girlfriend (Kathryn Hahn) has replaced him with an even ditsier dude.  Suddenly homeless, Ned is forced to move in with his mother, who promptly drives him crazy and out into the world again.  So, he takes turns bunking with each of his three sisters, a trio tailor-made for allegory.  Liz (Emily Mortimer) is the stay-at-home mom; Miranda (Elizabeth Banks) is the career woman; and Natalie (Zooey Deschanel) is the bohemian.  Garbed in a ridiculous collection of striped tank tops and colorful button-downs (well, it's actually just one colorful button-down, worn over and over again), Ned dispenses nuggets of truth that snag the delicate fabric of his sisters' not-so-together lives.  At first they just yell at him, hit him with their handbags, and call him, well, an idiot.  Yet they eventually realize that there's wisdom in Ned's revelations and end up sacrificing the very things that define them to become better, happier people. 

Our Idiot Brother isn't laugh-out-loud funny (although it does have some funny parts, especially at the end).  Still, it's subtle and quirky and interesting.  Rudd's Ned is so endearing that I couldn't help but wonder if ignorance is bliss.  Heck, his blind optimism and faith in his fellow man made me want to be a better person.  I have a feeling that Our Idiot Brother is one of those movies that gets a little bit better each time you see it.  Kind of like Anchorman.