Another uneventful day

Okay, it's Monday, several things: concerts, Grammys, movies. Let's see if I remember enough stuff to pull together a decent blog entry. Ready? Here we go.

On Saturday, I almost bought Missy Higgins tickets, because Mike loves her, apparently (that makes four lesbians he loves--and I only had to force one of them on him!), but I've been spending way too much money lately, and I was still kinda meh about her, and he was meh about the concert, so I was, like, whatever. I'll just drag him to whatever faraway Brandi show that comes up next. Then I discovered A Fine Frenzy was going to be at the Paradise, and Jess is, like, in love with Alison, and she is great fun to see live, and I may have mentioned that I am desperate for a live show, so I told her, and she was all, "OMG! Let's go!" So I was going to buy tickets today, but Live Nation's site is down, so... Hopefully, I'll remember to buy them tomorrow.

I, like, barely watched the Grammys last night, because I totally don't give a crap about the music the industry feels the need to recognize these days, but I did see Cher introducing... Beyonce and Tina Turner? (Tina Turner is still fuckin' awesome. Take some lessons, Beyonce.) Anyway, Cher said something like, "I've been singing since Abraham Lincoln was president," which I found hilarious for some reason, but, like there was no audience reaction. Come on! I love it when celebrities make fun of themselves! Cher isn't even that old--she's, like, sixty. I never liked her music, but she is funny, so I can get on board with that. Also, whose brilliant idea was it to pair Cyndi Lauper up with Hannah Montana? Fie on ye. Cyndi Lauper is way too cool for this decade's flash-in-the-pan tween pop sensation.

As I am still desperate for decent lesbian entertainment, I watched Puccini for Beginners, like, last Thursday. It was okay. Elizabeth Reaser is cute; Gretchen Mol is cute, and Julianne Nicholson is cute, so it was worth it. I just did not like the lesbian dating a man thing. Too...ew. And the man! I spent the entire moving going, "Where have I seen him before?" but I couldn't be assed to look it up. Also, the voices Elizabeth Reaser's character kept hearing and her own narrating voice over were kind of making me mental. But the ending was happy--and not in an ambiguous, like, oh this will probably turn out all right way, which is usually the only kind of happy ending lesbian movies get--so yay for that!

Um, so I still don't know where I've seen the guy before, because the only thing he's been in that I saw was Jack and Jill, which I barely remember. Oh well.

XXX Vitamin Water tastes like Kool-Aid. Also, what's up with the porn name?