Sunday, April 23, 2006


This dude loves me. Seriously, he totally said so.

Let me explain. After work on Friday afternoon I was trudging through downtown St. Paul on the way to my car (it's a long walk, but free parking is worth it). I was standing at an intersection waiting for the light to change, and some dude came by on a bike. He was sort of scruffy looking (see above) and had a black guitar case strapped to his back. He circled me a few times, stopped next to me a moment, and then took off. I was like, "okay, that was random." Then about 30 seconds later he rode by again, but this time as he passed me he murmured "I love you" and glanced over his shoulder to see if I'd heard before riding off into the sunset. I was a bit creeped out, as you can imagine, but also a little amused. The funniest part? It was totally the guy from Soundgarden, that grunge band from the nineties. I shit you not--it was totally him.

Now, setting aside the question of why the hell a famous singer was aimlessly biking his ass around downtown St. Paul last Friday (hey, people do a lot of weird things--maybe he was high?) I'd like to address a far more pressing issue here, which is (naturally), of all the rock stars in the world, why must it be the guy from Soundgarden who professes his love for me? I never listened to Soundgarden, even back in the day when grunge was everywhere and you couldn't escape it (and believe me, I tried). And although I don't really keep up with the current music that these crazy kids listen to nowadays, I am aware that Soundgarden doesn't exist anymore and the Soundgarden guy went on to form some other band with, like, a Stone Temple Pilot, one of the Wet Sprockets, and Ugly Kid Joe (or something like that), so apparently Soundgarden guy is still enjoying some success. Still though--why him? Seriously. If I were forced to make a list of all the rock stars I'd want publicly declaring their love for me, Soundgarden guy would probably be something like #1,278--right after Beck (who, for the record, I do like) and before Courtney Love.

I mean, not to harp on this or anything, but if it had to be a grunge rock star, why couldn't it be Eddie Vedder? I'm not a Pearl Jam fan, but the guy is the most shagworthy of all the blokes from that era (which isn't saying much). I remember the first time I saw Pearl Jam on MTV, I think it was the video for "Alive." To give you an idea of how little I understood the whole grunge phenomenon, I recall watching Eddie Vedder bounding across the stage and flipping his hair around, and I thought to myself, "I know Michael Hutchence. Michael Hutchence is a friend of mine. You, sir, are no Michael Hutchence." (I guess I thought he was aping Michael Hutchence, when in actuality he was just working the grunge thing). I didn't get it at all. I mean, I'm not saying grunge sucked or anything, it just wasn't for me. I like my rock stars glamorous, British, and a little gay (see also Taylor, John and Le Bon, Simon).

I don't know, I guess beggars can't be choosers. Maybe if the Soundgarden guy took a bath, got rid of the facial hair, put on something hot and faked a British accent, I could be persuaded.

Otherwise, it ain't happening.




Thursday, April 20, 2006

Artificial Networked Device Intended for Exploration

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Hello ladies and germs, it's time to play America's favorite game,
LET'S MAKE FUN OF MY EX!!!

Today's contestant is a 37-year-old "healer" (ahem) from Indianapolis, Indiana. He enjoys smoking weed, taking naps, and reading magazines on the crapper. Please give a warm welcome to M-- well, let's just call him "Marshall" to protect his identity.

I found my ex's myspace profile (oh, don't pretend you've never used myspace, friendster, etc. to look up your exes) and I nearly wet my pants laughing at it. I won't post a link to it, because that would be petty and immature (and I'm well above that). I have, however, reprinted some of the more interesting tidbits for everyone's snarking pleasure.

First up, according to his profile, here are his "favorite" movies:


Betty Blue, The Cook,The Theif, His Wife, &; her Lover, The Emperors' New Groove, El Postino, A Room With a View, Life is Beautiful, Wings of Desire, White,

You'll notice that with the exception of The Emperor's New Groove (wtf?) that "Marshall" has taken great pains to list arty/indie/foreign films. And yet, the movie he insisted on dragging me to when I saw him last summer (on the eve of our final "fuck you, I never want to see you again" blow out)? The Bad News Bears. Yes, this is truly a man who enjoys fine art. To make matters worse, after that he wanted to stay for the next feature, (we were at the drive-in) , a horrible Martin Lawrence komedy that I can't even remember the name of (ironically, it appeared to be an attempt to cash in on the BNB remake--it was essentially the same film, only with a junior high basketball team). And okay, I just read what I wrote and it does sound like I'm being awfully snide and nit-picky. I can't claim the greatest taste ever as far as the arts go (I love Woody Allen movies, but I also love Beavis and Butthead). And The Bad News Bears remake wasn't all that bad, considering. I just think it's funny that all the films "Marshall" listed as his favorites seem to be straight out of a sensitive chick-baiting film geek handbook. Imagine some poor girl's surprise when she goes to his house and spies his DVD of The Blue Collar Comedy Tour (which he totally has! And he made me watch! UGH!) I may have some embarrassing entries in my movie collection, but I can proudly say I have nothing that features Larry the Cable Guy.

That's nothing, wait til you check out what he's listed as his "General" interests (I've left all his typos firmly intact, just to be a bitch):


Minds, Litterature, Travel, Juggling, Healing, Teaching, The Oppisite Sex, Cooking, Adventure, Fishing, Sailing

Funny how he claims to love literature (he does this in real life too--far be it for him to miss an opportunity to let you know how damned smart he is) and yet he can't even spell the flippin' word! And lest anyone doubt for a moment that he's a red-blooded hetero male, he made sure to list The Oppisite (sic) Sex (what's with the random caps?) under his interests. (The lady doth protest too much, methinks...) Something else occurred to me while I was browsing this....with "adventure", "sailing", and "travel" also listed, you'd think this guy was quite the jet setter, no? Again, I pity the poor woman naive enough to be taken in by this gross misrepresentation. I will say he has traveled quite a bit in the past, or so he claims. And he does sail. But the James Bond man-of-the-world image he seems to be trying to paint is, well, a tad inaccurate--unless he has come into a huge fortune in the last six months. But seeing as how he's using myspace to try and meet chicks, I'd say that's highly unlikely. (meow!)

And last but not least, his list of favorite books (remember, he's way into "litterature"!):


Books: Infinate and Finite Games, Goodby Without Leaving, The Botany of Desire, Spectacular Happiness, The Stars My Destination, Moon Palace, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, Love in the Time of Cholera, Stranger in a Strange Land, Sidhartha, Cockpit, A Big Storm Knocked it Over, Eva Luna, Happy all the Time, Geek Love, The Deep Blue Goodbye, The Myth of Sysyphus: and other essays, Lullaby, The Velvateen Rabbit, A Wrinkle in Time, Where The Sidewalk Ends, Lizard, Kitchen, The Silent Gondaliers, If this Is a Man, A Soldier of The Great War, Still Life with Woodpecker, A Prayer for Owen Meaney, 122.. Marrige, Ringworld, Scar, Perdido Street Station, Icon, Leviathan, The Stranger, The Castle, The Brothers Kazamov, A Turn of the Screw, The Antproof Case, Winter Tails, A Swiftly Tilting Planet, Guns, Germs, and Steel, The Sun Also Rises, Hungry as the Sea, Little Woman, The Story of the Eye, At the end of the teather, Master &; Margurita, Antoine Artud, The Rosey Crucifiction, Naked Lunch, The Diaries of Anis Anin, Post Office, Betty Blue, The Clan of the Cave Bear, Breakfast of Champions, Jitterbug Perfume, The Handmaidens Tale, The Daughter of Fortune, Animal Dreams, Atlas Shrugged, A 1000 Years of Solitude, The Queen of Hearts, Tender as the Night, The Illusionist, Listening to Prozac, Slaughterhouse five, Tabboo, Shine On, Bright and Dangerous Object, The Electric Koolaid Acid Test, A Brave New World, Dinner at the Homesick Restaraunt, Brass, The Windup Bird, The Tropic of Cancer, Cat's Eye, The Twelth Night,

Okay, I won't even make fun of the misspellings here, because there are too many to list (although I have to say, The Diaries of Anis Anin? Anis Anin????? I--I mean...there are just no words.) What cracks me up is the sheer amount of titles he's listed. As my friend Linda said, "What did he do, just put down every book he's ever read in his life?"

You know, I don't even hate "Marshall" all that much anymore. I still kinda do, but when I saw this, a part of me just felt, I don't know...sort of bad for him.

But not too bad to rip all over his ridiculous profile! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Monday, March 27, 2006

I promise to start doing better than once a month posts. Til then, here is a women's sex survey I found online that I wanted to fill out, just for kicks. (No, not those kind of kicks, perv!)

PREFERENCES
Hair Color: Brown or Blond
Eyes: the better to see me with
(Their)Music Genre Preference: compatible with mine.
Height(estimate): negotiable
Age: 25 and up
Personality Type: perverted

THIS OR THAT
Older or Younger: I'm starting to get off on younger ones...
Romantic or Horndog: why can't I have both?
Smart or Stupid: smart
Fat or Skinny: skinny
Skinny but Muscular or Big and Muscular: skinny and muscular
Punk or Preppy: a little of both
The Big Picture or the Little Things: I want the best of both worlds
Flowers/Candy or Big Expensive Present: uh...
Mixtape or Burned CD: CD
Love or Lust: BOTH!
Emotional or Just Not: Emotional
Sincere or Jokester: both
Hott and mean or Ugly and sweet: what?
Sexy or Just Cute: sexy
Arse or Abs: arse!
Hair or Hands: hair
Dimples or Eyes: eyes
Biceps or Calves/Thighs: calves, thighs, yum!
Teeth or Nose: Um, well, I prefer him to have both teeth and a nose. (WTF?)
Clean Shaven or Scruffy: what area of the body?
Rugged or Prim and Proper: proper but not prim!
Countryboy or Cityboy: city boy
Date alone or With Friends: depends on the friends...
Mama's Boy or Rebel Without A Cause: both

HAVE YOU EVER...
Dumped a guy because he liked you too much: yes
Loved a guy because he stalked you: what????
Loved a guy because he hated you: NO!
Asked your friend's crush out: no.
Lead a guy on for kicks: when I was 16 and immature
Flirted with guys even though you had a boyfriend: yes
Lied about not having a boyfriend: maybe...
Lied about having one: no
Cheated: I plead the 5th
Been Cheated on: yes
Had a crush on a gay guy: I made out with a gay guy!

THEIR CLOTHING
Boxers?: naked
Briefs?: see above
Hat?: long as it's not a trucker hat
Skater Shoes?: what?
Pimp Shoes?: who?
Band Shirts?: depends on the band
Vintage shirts?: YES!
Southpole/um..other thug clothes..?: does not compute
Dixie Outfitters/Big Johnsons?: huh?
Independent/DC?: haven't the faintest
S&M/Little Devil?: don't know
Fox/Thor?: no idea
Jeans or Shorts?: jeans

BE HONEST
Would you ever date a guy for his money?: how much we talkin'?
Would you ever date a guy for his social status?: huh?
Have you ever liked hanging out with your bf's friends more than him?: no
Have you ever pretended to like somebody to make them feel better? oh, a mercy fuck? (*cough*) no idea what you're talking about.
Have you called a girl a whore, when you were screwing lots of guys?: no
Do looks matter?: a bit.
Are you honestly scared of being dumped?: No, cause "paranoia will destroy ya..."
Does size matter?: yes. :-)
Do you avoid 'situations' with ugly guys?: sometimes
Are you ashamed to be seen with your ugly friends?: who wrote this crap?
Are you ashamed for being ashamed?: I've nothing to be ashamed of!
Do you hide things from your crushes/guy friends/bf?: I'm learning not to.... ;-)
Do you lie about masturbation for attention or false innocence?: I used to.
Do you really want a guy to say if those jeans make your butt look fat?: nope, and I never ask.
Are you disappointed when your bf doesn't say I love you right away?: ouch!
Wanna be a virgin till marriage? obviously not applicable
Do you really love the guys everytime that you say it? yes
Do you dream about your crushes/bfs/guy friends?: yes!
Would you make out with a guy friend just to get it over with/curiosity?: no!
Does this survey suck nuts? Kinda, yeah.

NOTE: I realized halfway through that this cannot possibly be a real sex survey and is intended for teens or something. I was going to delete it but since I went ahead and filled it out I'll just leave it. Oh well, I tried.

Thursday, February 23, 2006



Obviously, I haven't updated in a while. This is not for lack of interest or lack of stuff to write about; it's mostly due to the fact that I've set a March 31st deadline for finishing The Book (and I'm sticking to it, dammit, even if it kills me). So as a consequence, this will not be the most intellectual post. My brain has turned to jelly.

I've been making all these lists in my head. It's fun. I like doing that---I think it's a compulsive thing. Here are some that I composed recently. The first one involves Duran Duran. Shocking, I know. I can't help it though. I love these men. I love their music. I love their hair. I love their clothes. I love...um, hold it--what in God's name is Nick wearing in this photo? Is it a caftan? A tunic? A muu muu? Damn.


Andie's Top 5 Favorite Duran Duran Videos
  1. Rio Awwww, they're so young in this! So pretty and witty and adorably glam....I just wanted to eat them up! Yes, I really did.
  2. New Moon on Monday "Shake up the picture, the lizard mixture with your dance on the eventide." Some of the most awesome lyrics ever written. Also, Simon is teh sex.
  3. Careless Memories A bouquet of tulips hurled against the wall = weird Freudian metaphor? That being said, I totally feel for the chick in this video. Having to choose between Simon and John? That's rough. I should know, I've been grappling with that dilemma since I was twelve years old.
  4. Lonely In Your Nightmare Dude--John is so hot, it's criminal. Andy is also a cutie in this video (the little that we see of him, anyway. Damn the director...)
  5. The Wild Boys They're in bondage, y'all. John is lashed to the hood of a sports car, Simon is strapped to the windmill torture thingamajig, and Andy is fighting off a naked girl in body paint with his gee-tar. Welcome to my formative years.

Top 5 Songs That Make Me Feel Like a Bad Ass
  1. One Way or Another -- Blondie
  2. I Did It -- Dave Matthews Band
  3. This Boy -- Franz Ferdinand
  4. Dancing With Myself -- Billy Idol (heh, heh, smell the masturbatory overtones in that one?)
  5. Andy, You're A Star -- The Killers (okay, I'm vain. Sue me.)

Top 5 Favorite Songs To Sing At Kareoke
  1. Do You Think I'm Sexy? by Rod Stewart
  2. You May Be Right by Billy Joel (note: this one only works well when you're extremely liquored, like at least twice the normal amount for a kareoke bar).
  3. The Tide Is High by Blondie
  4. Positively 4th Street by Bob Dylan (good song for exorcising demons)
  5. Nasty by Janet Jackson (remember my advice for being well liquored for the Billy Joel song? Double that amount before attempting this one. Seriously.)

Top 20 Songs that I listen to a lot,
(according to the "most played" list on my iTunes)


  1. Fuck and Run -- Liz Phair (guess I sorta like that one, ya think?)

  2. Mama, You've Been On My Mind -- Rod Stewart

  3. Tell Her Tonight -- Franz Ferdinand

  4. Take Me Out -- Franz Ferdinand

  5. Born For Me -- Paul Westerberg

  6. Just Like A Pill -- Pink

  7. Your Love Is the Place Where I Come From -- Teenage Fanclub

  8. The Dark of the Matinee -- Franz Ferdinand

  9. It's My Life -- No Doubt

  10. Help Me Mary -- Liz Phair

  11. Red Light Fever -- Liz Phair

  12. Auf Achse -- Franz Ferdinand

  13. I've Had It -- Aimee Mann

  14. Cheating On You -- Franz Ferdinand

  15. Jacqueline -- Franz Ferdinand

  16. This Fire -- Franz Ferdinand

  17. Darts of Pleasure -- Franz Ferdinand

  18. Glory -- Liz Phair

  19. Why Can't I? -- Liz Phair

  20. It's Sweet -- Liz Phair

Next time: even more lists.



Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Here we go, another thing I've stolen from Hotmail/MSN's thoroughly helpful and not at all condescending life-changing tips for you, for me, for all of us, so that we may improve our standing in society and be good citizens and bleh.

Anyway, without further ado...

10 Attitudes of Successful Workers

NOTE FROM ANDIE: See my comments in italics.

By Kate Lorenz, CareerBuilder.com Editor

Why do some people seem to reach the top of the corporate ladder easily, while others remain stuck on the middle-management rung? You might think that it is just because those people have more of what it takes to succeed, like brains, talent and powerful people in their corner, and a nice set of calloused knees, which makes it easier to deliver a good old-fashioned ass-kissin'! But there is something else that is just as important: attitude. And a nice set of lips. You know, for butt-kissin'!

Dr. Martin Seligman, an authority on optimism, discovered that attitude was a better predictor of success than I.Q., education and most other factors. He found that positive people stay healthier, have better relationships and go further in their careers. And he even found that positive people make more money. Translation: When you're shoveling shit at your corporate McJob, make sure to keep a smile on your face.

Anyone can adopt the right attitude. No matter where you are from or how much innate talent you have, the right attitude can make a difference in your career. Try adopting these 10 attitudes of successful workers or just learn how to give a good blow job. That works just as well:

1. I am in charge of my destiny.
If you spend your entire career waiting for something exciting to come to you, you will be waiting a long time. Successful professionals go out and make good things happen or they marry into the right family. So commit yourself to thinking about your career in an entirely different way. You will make it to the top, and you are in charge of making it happen.

2. Anything is possible.
Think that there is no way you will ever be at the vice-president level? Then you definitely won't. Remember: If you think you can't, you probably won't. Adopt the attitude of The Little Engine That Could -- "I think I can." Or just blow your boss.

3. No task is too small to do well.
You never know when you are going to be noticed. That is one reason to take pride in your work -- all of it. One public relations executive in Chicago said that her first task in the PR department of a ballet company was reorganizing the supply closet. She tackled the project with gusto and was immediately noticed for her hard work and attention to detail. Remember this the next time you feel like slacking because you are working on a menial task like replacing the urinal cakes.

4. Everyone is a potential key contact.
While you do need to be aggressive in the workplace, you can also go far by being nice to those around you. Do you think it's unimportant to establish a good rapport with your boss's secretary? Well, just try getting your meeting squeezed onto the schedule when you really need it. Be courteous to those around you-- you never know when your past contacts will play a role in your future. And if all else fails, there's always blackmail.

5. I was made to do this job... and the one above me.
If you spend your days feeling like you are not cut out to do the work you are responsible for, your performance will suffer. Your job may not be the perfect fit, but successful workers act like they are in their dream job, no matter where they are. So shut up and work for that $5.75 an hour, dammit!

6. It's not just what I know, but who I blow.
Successful workers understand the importance of fulfilling the boss's sexual desires, both in and out of the office. You need to proactively establish professional contacts and invest in some sturdy knee pads. Invite a colleague out to lunch. Go to the after-work happy hour. Join your professional association. Or just offer the boss a hummer. Do your part to establish a networking path for your future.

7. What else can I do?
Since you are in charge of your destiny, it's your job to look for ways to improve your professional self. Volunteer to take on an extra project. Learn a new skill that will make you more marketable. Stay late to help your co-workers. Successful workers don't just complete the job and sign out -- they look for additional ways to make their mark or die trying.

8. Failure will help pave the way to my success.
While it seems like some people never experience setbacks, the truth is everyone fails from time to time. The difference between successful and unsuccessful people is how they deal with failure and what kind of dirt they have on their superiors. Those who find success are the ones who learn from mistakes and move on.

9. I am my own biggest fan.
Have you been waiting for someone in the office to recognize your talents and efforts? Maybe it's time you start tooting your own horn. Step up and talk about your accomplishments and what you have done for the company. Successful workers know how to point out their achievements without sounding boastful. And while you're at it, give yourself a hand job.

10. My opportunity monitor is never turned off.
Yes, there will be days when you will want to just be happy with the status quo. But remember that successful workers are always on the lookout for opportunities to improve. Keep your eyes, ears and your mouth open to new opportunities -- you never know when you will discover the one that will change the course of your career! In conclusion, bite me.


Sorry for that last one, folks. I'm drunk and it's late.


Saturday, January 07, 2006

Where's the Love?

The above link is from The Superficial, my new favorite website because it cracks me up. If you don't feel like clicking on it, here's the gist of the report: Basically, Jude Law, one of my favorite actors, is a giant manwhore. Check out this observation (again, from the above link):

"...it's always difficult to film when you've got Jude Law running around the set with his pants down humping everybody he can get his hands on."

Now, that troubles me a bit. Not the assertion that Jude Law is a slut, although I think it's a bit unfair because all we know for sure is that he got caught boning his nanny last summer. (Well, not his nanny, his kids' nanny. Incidentally, can Jude Law have his own nanny? And if so, can I apply for that gig? I'd put in overtime, and I'd work for minimum wage.) But everyone has jumped on this (no pun intended) and now the big joke about Jude is that he'll hump anything. Again, unfair, because (to quote Dirk Diggler) we've all done things we're not proud of. But, I know--make your bed and lie in it, you play you pay, and blah blee bleh. If this is true (that he will and does bone anyone and everyone) that I am terribly troubled by this--for one reason: he hasn't got around to me yet.

And I'm a huge fan.

Exhibit A: I liked him when he really was Jude the Obscure, having seen and enjoyed his early work in I Love You, I Love You Not and Music From Another Room way, waaaay back in the day (like, 1997).

Exhibit B: I saw Alfie in the theatre (first run!) and LIKED it, unlike the snotty ass critics who panned the film and his performance. Hear that, Jude? I liked Alfie! I thought you were good. Good, dammit, good!

Exhibit C: At my Halloween party, I argued the case that Jude Law is way hotter than Orlando Bloom. I backed up my argument with some sound evidence ("Have you seen the previews for Alfie? Ever seen Music From Another Room?"), but wasn't able to sway the Orlando Bloom fans in attendance. (which, ick. Orlando is an okay actor, but he looks too much like Justin Timberlake--which is not a good thing. Also, do you like the deep intellectual debates I have at my parties?)

So Jude. Dude. Seriously. I'm not going to be young forever. If you're really as cavalier about spreading around your DNA as the gossip rags would have us believe, it's time to pay up. I'm not joking. You know where to find me.

And bring that chauffer's uniform you wore in Alfie. Rowr.


Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Being the 3rd day of the new year already, I realize that "Best of 2005" lists are already played. Still, I feel compelled to offer my version of events...

The Best Things That Happened In 2005

  1. The Duran Duran Concert! This was in March, (check the archive entry for pics), and it was awesome. It had been eighteen frickin' years since I had seen this band live, and although our reunion was long overdue, it was well worth the wait. I could not love this band more if I had created them with my own bare hands.
  2. Swimming With A Sea Turtle in Hawaii. This was awesome. The whole trip rocked, but my snorkeling excursion in the coral reef at Huanama Bay was the coolest thing ever. Swimming underwater alongside a giant sea turtle and literally hundreds of different types of fish and other marine life was truly surreal. It served to convince me, once and for all, that I need to live near an ocean at some point in my life--and definitely while I'm still young enough to enjoy it.
  3. June, July and August. Taking the summer off to write was one of the best things that I've ever done. I wasn't as productive as I should have been (I never think that I am), but I accomplished a great deal nonetheless, and (just as importantly) it gave me time to clear my head and take a few steps back from life--something that is always beneficial to us moody creative types.
  4. Expelling Michael from my life. Giving this jackass the boot was one of the greatest things I've ever done (you had to be there) and it was also--as the rest of the world can attest--long, long overdue. I'm awarding myself extra bonus points + a pat on the back for telling him to "have fun with (his) menopausal woman", and the postcard I sent him from Hawaii, which read "Have a nice life--too bad I wasted so much of mine on you! But I've seen the light. That old woman can have your weak ass. Aloha!" It was my finest hour thus far.
  5. Getting my pet psychic article accepted! The publication date has been pushed back to sometime after August 2006, but still. It's a beginning.
  6. The Finn Brothers concert. (My second time seeing them). Jet-setter that I am, I flew down to Indianapolis for the show and it was well worth the price of airfare. Marcus and I agree (check his blog) that it was the second best concert of the year (my 1st was D2, natch), and in my opinion better than the Guthrie show.
  7. (Nearly) quitting smoking. It's all about the baby steps, people. I'm almost there (knocks on wooden table).
  8. Getting laid. Sex is fun.
  9. Eight-mile bike rides. At one point I was doing this daily--no small feat for someone who hates exercise and sweating (I'm a bit of a girl about such things). One more awesome aspect of my 2005 Summer of Awesome.
  10. Another birthday. 32 is good.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

It's A Livin' Thing

I consider Boogie Nights to be one of the coolest films on God’s green earth. I love it. I lurve it. I want to move out to the suburbs with it and marry it. In fact…

How do I love this movie? Let me count the ways:

  1. The scene at the beginning where Marky Mark (I refuse to call him Mark Wahlberg) rolls off his girlfriend (who turns out to be—holy shit—TINA from THE LWORD!!!) who fires up a joint and proceeds to tell him how much she loves his wiener.
  2. The part where Rollergirl finally snaps and beats the holy hell out of the asshole guy who taunted her in high school.
  3. John C. Reilly informing Dirk Diggler that “people tell me I look like Han Solo.”
  4. Scotty (Phillip Seymour Hoffman, who fucking rocks) and his creepily adorable crush on Marky Mark (most notably the part where he goes all slack-jawed at the sight of the Dirkster sunning himself by the pool while Hot Chocolate’s “You Sexy Thing” plays on the soundtrack; also the Corvette scene where Scotty begs Dirk, “Can I kiss you on the mouth just once?” Awesome).
  5. Dirk Diggler screaming “You’re not the king of Dirk!” and Burt Reynolds having to be physically restrained from kicking his manwhore ass.
  6. The following exchange between the creepy porn star with the bad hair and Burt Reynolds:

CPS: “Is he gonna fuck me in the ass?”

BR: “Is that what you want?”

CPS: “It would be nice.”

BR: (wearily) “Okay, fuck her in the ass.”

  1. Alfred Molina busting a nut (figuratively) over his love for the song “Sister Christian.”
  2. Dirk Diggler quietly losing his shit during the drug deal.
  3. Amber Waves snorting a line of coke and eyeing Marky Mark as “Oh What a Lonely Boy” plays on the soundtrack.
  4. William H. Macy at the New Year’s Eve party (I’ll leave it at that).
  5. Four little words: “You got the tooooouch.”
  6. Michael Penn’s awesome cameo.
  7. Buck (Don Cheadle) warning John C. Reilly about messing with evil forces.
  8. Rollergirl asking Amber Waves to be her mom.
  9. The Colonel asking Dirk Diggler to drop trou.
  10. Pretty much any scene involving the Colonel.
  11. The rival porn producer telling Burt Reynolds that he likes “lollipops in my mouth, butter in my ass.”
  12. Burt Reynolds waxing poetic about Marky Mark: “Seventeen year old piece o’ gold.”
  13. Don Cheadle bonding with Melora Waters at the New Year’s Eve party.
  14. Marky Mark’s Miami Vice outfit.
  15. Rollergirl jamming to ‘til Tuesday on her Walkman.
  16. Dirk whipping out the fake member: “I’m a star I’m a star I’m a big bright shining star.”
  17. Thomas Jane’s moustache.
  18. The curtains in Dirk’s bedroom.
  19. Don Cheadle in the donut shop.
  20. Brock Landers and Chest Rockwell.
  21. Two words: Spanish Pantalones.
  22. Marky Mark’s Saturday Night Fever-style dancing. (Is it wrong that I find that scene incredibly hot?)
  23. Becky Barnett’s preoccupation with astrology.
  24. “That’s not an MP. That’s a YP—your problem!”
  25. The DVD commentary, officiated by an obviously high P.T. Anderson (who was, IIRC, like 25 years old when he directed this movie).
  26. PTA’s little anecdote on the commentary about John C. Reilly wanting to kick Marky Mark’s ass for beaning him in the head with a marshmallow.
  27. John C. Reilly blaming the marshmallow incident (great band name, by the way) on “low blood sugar.”
  28. PTA wondering aloud if Luis Guzman was high during the pool scene.
  29. PTA claiming that he “can’t remember” if he based the Dirk Diggler character on John Holmes.
  30. Okay I’m done.