Kay Hanley

Oh, It’s Coming. Trust me.

September 26th, 2008

I know there are upwards of 7 of you who care about what I have to say on the subject, but please believe that what is happening on Wall Street & Washington DC right now has got me on the verge of meltdown.  There is a post on the way.  

For the moment, let this film clip from Pulp Fiction act as a proxy for me (Samuel L. Jackson),  George W. Bush (the big kahuna burger kid),  Henry Paulson (Flock of Seagulls kid) and featuring the American people as Marcellus Wallace. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Had A Birthday.

September 25th, 2008

Everyone is up my ass about “Where are the birthday party pictures?” and “Did you put in an order for that walker yet?  Har har.” and “Why can’t you just post the party pictures on your blog already?  Is it because you are suffering from macular degeneration and dementia because you’re like, really old?”

Look, I’ve been busy, ok? Also, I didn’t FEEL like it and we all know how I don’t like doing things that I don’t want to do.  

 

michelle lights the candles.  so many candles.  look at her laughing.

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my friends understand me 

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 usa proposes a toast as i gesticulate

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stacy, bill’s arms, scotty. 

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gary & janet

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me and jess get ready for the party at chez rocker 

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 justine & alexandra

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kristen, kaylyn & gary 

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mario & me. 

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nina & dave 

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jamie, sara & paul 

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me & kristen 

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 jaco & vashon are badasses

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 linda, me and joey

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 kaylyn, fannius & shea.

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 mish & pinky

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 It was an amazing party, needless to say.  There were so many people in that room that I genuinely love, it was a bit overwhelming.  Thank you, sexy people.  You made me the happiest girl in the whole wide world.

 

xok 

Beyonce Kind Of Rules.

September 8th, 2008

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Settle Down, Boys.

September 6th, 2008

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Here we have an exchange on my message board between me and USMCLobo, my resident conservative muckraker.  Things have gotten testy now that the conventions have played out and the Presidential election is in full throttle.  Fun!!!

 

 

USMCLobo wrote:
LaLa wrote:
At least I can rest assured knowing that my dream of bringing blow jobs back to the White House will become a reality.

LaLa, what a rude and crass statement. You should learn to be more demure and lady like. Perhaps an elegant woman like Sarah Palin could teach you some class?

 

Thank you for setting me straight, Lobo.  I think I’ll skip the etiquette lessons but I very much look forward to improving my “abstinence only” dialogue skills under Ms. Palin’s very capable tutelage. My children and I have so much to learn from her example. 

Does anyone else find it ironic that the Republican ticket is responsible for bringing all the sexy talk into the 2008 election? I kind of resent it to be honest, because that’s supposed to be the Democrats’ purview, but that’s okay. Granted, the right has managed to pervert this previously off-limits (unless they are trying to scare, legislate or condemn) biological imperative into a weird “sexy librarian and her house full of sexually promiscuous teens” vibe but still, it feels like the right wing has gone and lost their damn minds over Ms. Palin and I like it! The collective conservative (and beyond) lust for Sarah Palin is so brazen and undisguised that it muddies the waters for any real analysis of her candidacy for the time being. Hey, that’s what sex does to people: it makes them crazy. 

Trust me, most of the response to her has nothing to do with “experience” because if she were Sam Palin, the guy, with the same resume, there is no way she’d be in this position. But I am genuinely fascinated by the fact that she’s unleashing all this pent up missionary position fatigue and making conservative men attribute powers to her that do not exist. 

Let me amend that, her powers do exist but they are almost purely about fantasy.  I’m a woman, so I happen to know about the sway we have over men even when it is unintended.  I liken it to that fortune cookie trick where you read your fortune and add the words “in bed”.  It succeeds in changing the meaning of the words, and therefore the reality, on that tiny slip of paper in front of you every single time. Let’s extrapolate. The fortune cookie is now one of the more nonsensical assertions about Ms. Palin; that she has credible foreign policy experience because of her state’s geographical proximity to Russia. Here goes: 

  • “Sarah Palin is in charge of the Alaskan National Guard so she is the one person in America who truly knows what it would mean to stare down Vladimir Putin and is ready to do so.”

OR

  •  ”Sarah Palin…..blah, blah, blah…  stare down Vladimir Putin and is ready to do so.  In bed.”  

The second one makes much more sense to me. I suspect that this is what is on the minds of all the drooling conservative pundits who tout her respectable yet meager accomplishments as if she were Margaret Thatcher.  

Sorry, Karl Rove, John McCain, William Kristol, USMCLobo, Sean Hannity (Tsk, tsk. I’m disappointed in you Sean. We’ll talk later), and yes, even you Brit Hume, you fancy robot.  We can see your hard-ons and they do not lie.  Hell, I practically have a chubby for Sarah Palin and I am against everything she stands for politically.  So let’s all take a cold shower, shall we?  Because you cannot have a serious discussion about a person’s qualifications for a job when you are clearly thinking about a whole other set of “qualifications” when assessing that person.  

 Be all of that as it may, you are one smart cookie, Sarah Palin. Work that magic pussy all the way to the White House, Guv’ner, and speak the real truth to power.

 

 

 

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I’m just a happy kid 
Stuck with the heart of a sad punk

Atom’s Hair Has An Awesome Phone

September 5th, 2008

My favorite Tennessee rock star, Atom from Mondo Primo (formerly feable weiner) has some kind of side project called Wicked Celtics.  I think the band might be comprised of Atom, his hair and a powerful fan but I haven’t bothered to ask the project is shrouded in mystery so I guess we’ll never know.  

Here is Wicked Celtics’ groundbreaking contribution to the video canon.  Oh, how I love this.

 

Ladies Only.

September 1st, 2008

As the summer draws to a close I would simply like to say that it’s about time.  We have officially run out of things to do with Zoe & Henry.  I am exhausted and possibly in need of a liver transplant from the endless bbqs and pool parties.  I am leaping for joy that school starts on Wednesday so I can resume my more regimented and only somewhat excessive life.   

I would be remiss if I did not mention, however, that we have had such a blast this year and I can’t help but reflect on my charmed fate since relocating to Los Angeles. One of the biggest reasons for this is due to the friendships that I have developed since I’ve been here.  Over the last 5 years I have made the best girlfriends that I’ve ever had and I am regularly awed by what they bring to my life, both in silliness and seriousness.  It’s like being in high school all over again but without the torment and and crushing insecurity.  It’s like Bizarro World high school!

Carol decided to hold Isabel and Kate’s birthday party in a limo the other day, because that’s how we do.  We all screamed along to the new Jonas Brothers and Miley CDs and popped into Robano’s in Toluca Lake for an awesome pizza party.   What could be more funner than spending the afternoon with my MILFAS and their girlies?

world’s greatest moms 

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happy birthday kj & miz iz! 

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 One morning last week, I groggily poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down in front of my computer to begin my day as I always do with a cruise around Huffington Post.  One of the top headlines was something about “Fourth American Idol Judge. Meet Kara!” along with a picture of my good friend Kara DioGuardi.  Ummm…WHAT???!!

I have already created a position for myself as Kara’s Personal Assistant In Matters Only Relating To American Idol (KPAIMORTAI) and I am hopeful that I will be able to begin my new job as soon as I can force Kara to understand how necessary such a position is in her new career.  I mean, who’s gonna announce her a arrival to the set each day by tossing rose petals under her feet and conducting the horns?  That helicopter is not gonna fly itself, either.  And whom, if not I, is going to instruct the riff raff to not address unless addressed nor make direct eye contact with America’s new household name?  There is only one person to meet these challenges and that person is me.

Kara’s sexy man, Mike threw her an impromptu party last night to celebrate her return from the first round of auditions.  Again, more of my favorite girly-os were on hand to toast Ms. Thing.

 

 me, mish, kara, janet

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 We’re heading over to Brian & Cindy Malouf’s house for the final BBQ of the summer and a fitting start to the new school year.

 

xok