Girl, You So Well Spoken!

So apparently, a federal advisory panel voted yesterday to recommend a ban on Percocet and Vicodin because of their effects on the liver and reduce the amount of acetaminophen found in over-the-counter Tylenol...

How the hell are we supposed to self-medicate now?! According to a New York Times article:

The two drugs combine a narcotic with acetaminophen, the ingredient found in popular over-the-counter products like Tylenol and Excedrin. High doses of acetaminophen are a leading cause of liver damage, and the panel noted that patients who take Percocet and Vicodin for long periods often need higher and higher doses to achieve the same effect.

Acetaminophen is combined with different narcotics in at least seven other prescription drugs, and all of these combination pills will be banned if the Food and Drug Administration heeds the advice of its experts. Vicodin and its generic equivalents alone are prescribed more than 100 million times a year in the United States...

While the medicine is effective in treating headaches and reducing fevers, even recommended doses can cause liver damage in some people. And more than 400 people die and 42,000 are hospitalized every year in the United States from overdoses.

In hopes of reducing some of these accidents, the committee voted 24 to 13 to recommend that the F.D.A. reduce the highest allowed dose of acetaminophen in over-the-counter pills like Tylenol to 325 milligrams, from 500. And members voted 21 to 16 to reduce the maximum daily dosage to less than 4,000 milligrams.

What is the FDA thinking?! Don't they know that there are people out there in genuine pain?? They are about to put half of middle America's housewives in rehab. This is America for chrissake! I reserve my right to beat the sh!t outta my liver just so I can forget the woes of a dead-end marriage and bad@ss kids!! This sh!t is gonna be worse than prohibition. Brace yourselves, y'all! There's about to be a ton of slurry-worded protesting. Heads will roll.

MR HUDSON [FEAT KANYE WEST] - SUPERNOVA from MrHudson on Vimeo.

In all honesty, I'm not the biggest fan of Mr. Hudson. I think he's just another artist whose popularity rests on the fact that he's endorsed by Kanye (read: KiD CuDi).

That being said... I have to admit that I really do like this song. The video... not so much. Kind of boring, no? I was at the Thompson Hotel the weekend after this video was filmed there and heard that it was going to be the setting, so I had high expectations-- it's a fab hotel. Love the special fx. Do not love Mr. Hudson in beige (with that platinum blonde hair? uh uh honey, you look bad). And the Estelle cameo? Random.

What do you think??

Sometimes life gets crazy and blogging isn't exactly the easiest thing to sit down and do. In my case, I made a split decision to finally book my plane ticket to LA and just go... so I did. I booked a flight that left in 3 days and had to sell everything I wasn't going to be able to carry in the 3 suitcases and 2 carry-on bags I planned on taking with me. That being said, between packing up my entire life in 3 days and saying my goodbyes, I didn't really have time to sit down and blog. (But I know, no excuses, I still suck....)

And while we're on the subject of goodbyes... I never really got to say goodbye to The Actor. He dropped me off at my place on Thursday morning, and it was "see you next week" (he was leaving town until the following Monday)... but I went home and booked a plane ticket to leave that Sunday morning. For some weird reason I just felt like I had to go. Right then. Not in a week, not in two weeks. I just kept thinking, "what am I waiting for??"... in hindsight I'm a little miffed at myself. Was I too hasty?? I've hardly heard from him since. Before I left Pittsburgh, I received a voicemail from a mutual friend. It was one of those, "you'll never guess who I just randomly ran into while out in Soho at some dive bar!" messages. Yeah, that specific. Anyway, he said that he ran into The Actor. And that The Actor seemed super bummed that we wouldn't see each other again. I find that difficult to believe since, as I mentioned before, I've barely heard two words from him since I left town...

*sigh*

I always do this. I meet these men. And they're great. They're fabulous. They are refreshingly chivalrous and invigoratingly fun. But they are career-driven to the point of emotional unavailability. And I know this. I know it very well. But I convince myself that I'm emotionally unavailable too, and that I can be that "cool" girl who's willing to get in that car with no seatbelt on flying down the road going nowhere fast with both hands in the air and the wind on my face... All I end up doing is falling right into that odd grey area where I have to pretend like I don't really care about the destination and I'm simply along for the ride...

But the thing is, I do care about the destination. Even though my track record indicates that I might not make it past the first 3 months of a relationship, I realize now that that doesn't mean I don't want to try anyway. 

The following quote from He's Just Not That Into You (the book, not the sh!tty movie) pretty much sums it all up:

I don't want to be "sort of dating" someone. I don't want to be "kinda hanging out" with someone. I don't want to spend a lot of energy suppressing my feelings so I appear uninvolved. I want to be involved. I want to be sleeping with someone I know I'll see again because they've already demonstrated to me that they're trustworthy and honorable -- and into me.

And that be the realest sh!t I ever read.

In case the title, the picture attached above, and the time stamp on this entry haven't given it away, I just returned from watching the midnight showing of Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen.

Now, if you know anything about me, you know that there is something about the thought of a good action movie looming on the horizon that unleashes my inner geek. I am a complete action-movie fangirl. My eyes glaze over during epic battle sequences. I cheer and clap when the good guys triumph and emerge from the rubble and destruction to kiss the svelte heroine who has either acted as their sidekick or who they have just finished saving. I live for the poignant (and oft cheesy) one-liners uttered in that moment that just barely precedes victory. And most importantly, I love to see sh!t get blown to bits. Naturally, all of these factors meant I was practically salivating at the mouth in anticipation of the Transformers sequel...

So how was it??

Mediocre at best. And it pains me to say that. Truly.

While I don't believe in giving anything away (I do want you to see it for yourself), I will say this: the script was weak. The dialogue seemed laboured--even Shia LaBeouf's usual wit seemed clumsy and forced-- and sometimes ridiculous (Tyrese's military name should have been "Captain Obvious"). Megan Fox proved to be not more than a pretty face (though, unquestionably a very pretty face). More unnecessary human characters cluttered the plot and made the film seem random and ridiculous at times. And a gang of new robots whose origins were forced upon us served to be nothing more than space fillers with crude mannerisms and cringe-worthy lines. 

What was most offensive about the film (other than its blatant disregard of the cartoon legacy it was its duty to honor), was the presence of two ridiculous, poorly written, embarrassing robots: "The Twins". They were jive-talking, illiterate (they literally at one point said they didn't know how to read too good), foul-mouthed, brainless creatures who did nothing but complain, fight each other, and make a spectacle of themselves. Oh, and one of them was named Mudflap. And had a gold tooth. 

What. Theee. Hell. ?!

I'm disappointed, to say the least. 

About a week ago, I met a friendly boy beneath a bridge (we shall call him Bridge Boy) whilst trying my hand at jumping from a rope swing (kind of like this, except instead of jumping into a river you're expected to try and land back on the hill... don't knock it 'til you've tried it!). I thought nothing of the encounter as I was too overwhelmed by braving the rope, but he has since sent me the following message in an email:

I'm not as hip or cool as the other guys. I'm not as handsome or strong as the other guys. I'm not as smart or talented as the other guys. I'm not as well dressed as the other guys. I don't have as much money as the other guys. I'm not as sophisticated or cultured as the other guys. I might not have as much in common with you as the other guys. But I might be better at movie/music trivia than the other guys. And I'd like to think I'm at least as funny as half of them. I know this much, when you walked under the bridge that day, I immediately forgot about every other girl. And I promised myself that I wouldn't let you get away without at least asking you out... I just want to know that I met the prettiest gal in town, asked her out, had a date with her and gave it my best shot. Whatever comes of it, I'll be happy knowing that I had that one date, and didn't let the chance slip through my hands.

A beautiful girl such as yourself doesn't walk under a bridge every day. Trust me, I've spent a lot of time under bridges. It's usually just junkies and hobos.

I was shocked, to say the least. Truth be told, no matter how beautiful you might think a girl is, it's still unnerving for her to hear you say it so earnestly. Furthermore, he completely put himself out there (and I guess I'm not making it any easier on him as I completely put him out here on my blog, lol) and that alone garners a large amount of brownie points from me.

What woman in the world isn't a sucker for grand gestures and compliments?? And while there is such a thing as giving too many compliments (you don't want to seem like a sycophant), complimenting a woman is not something to be done in moderation! A couple of wise friends of mine once said that giving a woman compliments is like feeding your fish: every day you open up that tank and shake those little funny-smelling flakes out to your hearts desire. And it is both necessary and important to do this every day without fail-- the last thing you want is to come home and find that fish floating sideways at the top of the tank.

So will I go out with Bridge Boy?

Of course I will.

Between what seems like endearing intentions and his self-deprecating humour, this date will, in the least, be a lot of fun.