It's what is beneath the surface that counts...

The best thing about being a vintage girl wannabe...er, protege, is that there are so many gorgeous, glamorous, and gifted gals out there to look up to for guidance and garter tips. My personal favorite is the lovely Fleur De Guerre. She is absolutely fabulous, and is a tremendous asset to the vintage loving community of women who look forward every day to living in the past. Miss Fleur gives advice on all manner of vintage things, both chic and cheeky, and has an amazing blog that all girlie girls should definitely check out. http://www.diaryofavintagegirl.com/

This week, Miss Fleur is having a special giveaway for some very mentionable unmentionables supplied
very generously by Playful Promises. The pics that were snapped by the lovely Miss Fleur are simply scrumptious. This boutique puts Victoria's Secret to shame. Every girl deserves to feel glitzy and glam, even if she is running to the supermarket in a ponytail and yoga pants. The underwear and other things from Playful Promises looks like it would certainly make a girl feel great, from the inside out. Sometimes, it is what you can't see that can be the most interesting thing about a person. The same, it would seem, holds true for underwear. Here is a link to Fleur's blog post. http://www.diaryofavintagegirl.com/2010/04/another-exciting-giveaway.html Try not to drool on your keyboard.

Agent Double Oh Yeah!

OK, I really have to hand it to my dad, he knows his stuff when it comes to campy super-spies. I grew up watching James Bond movie marathons, Get Smart, and Mission Impossible (the TV show, of course). There was more cheese in those shows than in the entire state of Wisconsin, and I loved every minute of it. I still do. Thanks Dad! I learned a great deal from those shows. If ever I need to make a garrote out of my nylons, I got it covered. As far as I am concerned, all cars should come standard with a champagne dispenser in the glove box, and matching ejector seats. Gadgets and a good mixology handbook can get anyone through even the worst of scrapes, and provide some really great popcorn entertainment to boot. Which brings me to one of my new favorite little vices, the FX network show Archer.

For those of you who haven't seen it, Archer is an animated, R rated, unbelievably hilarious spy spoof series that balances witty wordplay with devilish plots, making each episode my new favorite guilty pleasure. The comedic style of Archer certainly won't appeal to everyone, particularly anyone that still watches reruns of the Lawrence Welk show, but it does have its own naughty little charm. I encourage anyone who has ever lusted after a Bond Girl, or more than one incarnation of Bond himself, to check it out. For those of us that have lusted after both, (What? Some of those Bond girls were hawt!) then this may be just the Martini the doctor ordered...

Clash of the Titans 2.0

*Spoiler Alert* So, tonight's date night was a trip to the movie theater (yea, my favorite!) to see Clash of the Titans in 3D. Underwhelming. The beginning was promising, as the movie had some unique plot points that differed from the original in interesting ways. And then, the movie got lost in it's own swampy middle, and just played out the same ending as the original. The guest appearance of the original Bubo the owl was one of the highlights. (Yep, it really was.) Now, Sam Worthington is scrumptious even when they dress him in a skirt, but even the demigod that he is cannot save this film from mere mediocrity. Thank the gods I have the original on DVD. Ray Harryhausen forever!!!!!!

In the beginning...take 452.

So, I have learned a couple of things about myself in trying to create and maintain a blog. (This is my second attempt at a blog on Blogger, and I think they might revoke my access if I don't start showing some marked improvement soon.) I learned that I really don't like people very much, and I suck at blogging. Ditto for MySpace, and Facebook. (As long as I live I will NEVER understand the appeal of Facebook.) I have tried them, and found them all facile and completely unfulfilling. Perhaps I lack the ego to truly feel the need to express my every inner thought to anyone and everyone willing to read it. "Really? You just had peanut butter celery sticks for a snack? Neato!"

I also discovered that I have no life. Even Stepford wives have more anima that I do. I do....well, nothing. I function on the level of an emergency response system, sitting quietly doing nothing for 95% of the time until I get the signal to spring into action to make dinner or drive my daughter to Lacrosse practice. I no longer have any interests, any hobbies, or any personality. My housework is maintained at the minimal level, and I don't really care. (I used to spaz about people dropping by to chat, thinking I needed better guest towels and fresh cut flowers.)

What the hell happened to my life? Where did I go? I don't FEEL like me, in fact, I don't feel like anybody. I wish I could say my post was part of an elaborate April Fool's Day prank, but I can't. It just is me, trying to find the me that isn't.... Maybe if I force myself at pen-point to sit down and post every day I'll find myself in here somewhere. That is, if there is anything left of me to find.