Sunday 7 July 2013

Mean Girls Trailer - Sherlock Version




'That's Karen Smith. She's one of the dumbest girls you will ever meet."
*Anderson walks in

Friday 5 July 2013

The Most Weird Music Video, Sexy Chewbacca

I'm guessing that due to scant nature of the lyrics they had to distract us with hair, and lets face it, it's a pretty original idea. And I cant stop watching it.

Blurred Lines Parody


Absolutley Fabulous.

Thursday 4 July 2013

Ideas for the future Dorothy?

So the weird fast forwardy bit threw me but ignore it because this is gold. If you do something like this at my future wedding Dorothy I will definitely be one happy bride!

YESYESYES. Gearing up for it now, I think I would do mine to the 'Rack City' backing track though...



I love Casablanca


Casablanca is, and will always be, one of my favourite films, it makes me cry, it makes me wistful for a time I never lived through and places I have never been, but mostly it makes me want to do unspeakable things to Humphry Bogart (I'm sorry please don't judge me, I can't control the Casablanca effect) and sometimes Ingrid Bergman... (I'm open minded, okay?).

First off, it is so quotable, 'here's looking at you kid', 'of all the gin joints...', 'this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship', the list is endless.




It is surely the most perfectly doomed love story, he's too late and she's too early and it never times just right. 




The final nail in the coffin being the whole 'love isn't selfish' element, well in real life love is selfish, and she probably wouldn't have got on that plane; but in films people are noble and, stupid or not, it makes for a damn good plot. It isn't the ending you want, but it's life, and it's the ending we get.

I love Casablanca because it isn't filled with shiny, sparkly promises, just this feeling that real love exists but it could just slip through your fingers. 

Daphne

Why ratings are stupid and irresponsible


What started as a silly and frivolous conversation with my boyfriend has turned into an issue I just can't bury, that's right people I let my boyfriend 'rate' me objectively, out of ten, and he didn't give me ten. Shock, horror. He loves me, but he thinks I'm a... deep breath.... eight. A mother fucking eight. That is two whole points that I could improve on. It is genuinely plaguing me, like ... well... the plague ( I am sorry I am not particularly figurative today). 

Baaaaaaaaasically he came out with the whole 'hey if you were going to rate me objectively what would I be?' and I being the sensible girlfriend creature I am went, well I can't be objective because I love you kitten. Blurgh. Stupid me, because when I ask him without even a second of pause for thought he goes 'eight'. Straight off the bat. To make me 'feel better' he does say that Scarlett Johansson is a nine, thanks a bundle, that really improved my mood. hahahhahahah... sorry.

Don't get me wrong. I think the whole idea of rating anyone based on looks is so stupid that it barely merits an iota of thought, this was literally one of those throw-away conversations. From anyone else an eight probably would have pleased me, as pathetic as that is to admit. But for some reason I am just going over and over and over working out what has marked me down those two points.

I've compiled a list - 

  • Un-plucked eyebrows
  • Bad skin
  • Fat hips
  • Man arms
Each of these he has denied valiantly and continually reminded me it was a joke, and that he thinks he's a six so he is technically batting above his weight. BUT NONE OF THAT MATTERS, because if you love me I should be a ten. I should have a little halo of excellence and you should think that I am way hotter than Scarlett Johansson because I actually want to do it with you, in real life, you lowly six (except you're not because I love you and to me you are evidently a ten, idot). 

So there. All I can leave you with is NEVER, EVER RATE YOUR BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND. It cannot end well. Unless they give you a ten....

Daphne and a small input from Dorothy