So much for keeping the classics classy.

Alright, so I know by now this is probably old news, but they're revamping Bonnie and Clyde (1967) with the role of Bonnie being played by... wait for it... Hilary Duff. That's right!


Aren't you excited? Literally squealing for joy?

No offense to Hilary, but I can think of about a million people who would be better suited to play Bonnie. Apparently, so can Faye Dunaway, who played her in the original film. "Couldn't they at least cast a real actress?"
Seriously, what about somebody with a little, I don't know, talent? Or at least a bit of an edge to her? I'd much rather see someone like Kirsten Dunst in this role.


What is Hollywood thinking?

And now, this:

I forgot to mention, I got a kitten!
This is him:


His name is Gir.

Netflix is starting to scare me.

The more movies you rate/add to your queue on Netflix, the more narrow the recommendations are for you. I logged on today, and it gave me a list of five movie "genres" that I might enjoy. This list includes:

Gay & Lesbian Dramas (based off my preferences of gay & lesbian and drama films);
Independent Thrillers (because I like indies and thrillers, yeah);
Dark Movies starring Sean Penn (I don't really particularly care for Sean Penn, but I watched Milk, and 21 Grams is in my queue);
Quirky Mother-Daughter Comedies (How is this even a category? This is of course, given that I liked Penelope and I have Happiness in my queue); and
Visually-striking Mind-bending Fantasy. Fuck yeah!

We're all out of airheadedness, but douchebaggery is still available.

Every time I hear someone say that I don't deserve the same rights as they do it's a punch to the gut. And don't think it's a once in a while sort of thing. It's every day and it's everywhere. Daily, I see bumper stickers that look like this on the backs of people's cars, and I want to vomit.


Even though it was four months ago that Prop 8 in California was passed, it doesn't mean it's over for the millions of people in this country that got royally screwed by not just strangers, but people we thought we trusted--friends, family, neighbors.

So everywhere we as the LGBTQ community turn we now have mistrust and disappointment toward people we meet and people we know. Every time I see someone with a bumper sticker or hear someone say something negative about the people in our community, I want to ask, "Why? Why do you hate us so much that you'd condemn us to second-class citizenship?"

A lot of people try to defend their actions, usually by either using the Bible as an excuse, or by saying, "Well, I have gay friends." Bullshit. Just because you know gay people does not mean you are friends with them. Let me define friendship for you.
The state of being friends; friendly relation, or attachment, to a person, or between persons; affection arising from mutual esteem and good will; friendliness; amity; good will.

When you tell a person through casting a ballot that they don't deserve the same rights as you do, you are not being a friend. You are being selfish, and insecure. You are being hateful, and hate breeds more hate. No wonder we're so bitter.

Click here.
And here.

Platypuses or platypi?

So, I list 'the duck-billed platypus' for any profile that asks me about my interests. MySpace happens to gear its ads toward what you list under their profile categories. Here's the latest ad directed toward my interests:

http://www.platypusco.com/

The Platypus is "a flossing device for individuals with braces; simply the easiest way to floss with braces. The Platypus Ortho Flosser is an amazing revolution in orthodontic hygiene."

I'm not sure why this is funny, but it is.

Also, I like that the girl on the main page is wearing a cowgirl hat
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Long live the noble platypi.

That's what's up! [Sunday Edition Special]

In keeping with the name of the blog, I figured I should do something special on Sunday editions, since I post whenever I feel like it anyway. So I'll leave it up to the readers (all three of you) to decide what I should do for my Sunday posts. Make it fun and interesting, and I'll decide out of the submissions which I like best.

Also, you might find some changes to the blog-- I recently remembered I had a twitter account, so you'll find updates from that near the top of the page on the right. You can find the blogs I'm following toward the bottom of the page (also at right).

In other news, the missus and I have been doing some serious movie-watching as of late (we joined Netflix). We're almost done with our (read: my) Christina Ricci binge, and Laura couldn't be happier. We're planning on going shopping when she gets paid, because we both need new clothes. I want pinstriped pants for work and I'm in serious need of jeans.

I'm also going to look on eBay for an old Playstation (the first one) and games. I want to play Spyro and Crash Bandicoot. :)

I am so sad.

The California Supreme Court will most likely uphold Proposition 8, a ballot initiative which ended same-sex marriage in that state a few months after it was finally declared legal. This is just plain wrong. Proponents of Prop 8 claim it is the will of the people, majority rule, etc.

Historically, the majority of people have very seldom protected the rights of minorities. This is why we had slavery for 400 years.

The only upside is that the 18,000 some same-sex marriages performed during the period it was legal will likely remain valid, which is the least the Supreme Court could do.

For more information on this, click here.

My car is a hot mess.

I own a 1994 Buick Regal Custom. Jealous? Don't hide your enthusiasm.

Her name is Millie, and she's a piece of shit. My taillights turn on (and stay on) whenever they feel like it, including when the car is off, which runs down my battery--which means I have to jump start it 1/4 of the time. The emergency brake comes on when it rains or snows. The driver's side door doesn't open from the outside. And there's a huge dent in the rear quarter panel from when some asshole in a teal car slammed into me (so of course the panel is now blue).

I'm looking for a new car. I would love a Jeep Wrangler (with automatic transmission, preferably, since I can't drive stick) (save your jokes). But at this point anything that runs would be preferable. I hate to put money into fixing the car, since there are a million and a half things wrong with it. But the car wouldn't start this morning, for no particular reason other than that it didn't feel like it, so I'm getting fed up with it.

I should clean out my car.

Hello.

It isn't actually Sunday, and I'm not drinking coffee. In fact, it's not even morning.

All you need to know is that this is the first post on my new blog, and my name is Amanda. Nice to make your acquaintance. Here you'll find:

• Proper grammar and punctuation.
• Correct spelling.
• Sarcasm and dry wit.
• Self-deprecating humor.
• The occasional rant.
• Links to cool and/or amusing stuff that I find online. (Like this one.)

That's it for now! I will most likely post every Sunday, but keep checking back in case I decide not to keep to a schedule. (You'll know after the first two weeks or so.)

Later.