Hook Hook Wears the Look

It has come to my attention that some people have watched "Hook" one too many times. I'm thinking specifically about designers today, who have hobviously drawn inspiration from this classic film.
Designer Antonio Marras...
...from Thud Butt?
Actress Annalynne McCord...
...from Rufio?
Vivienne Westwood's boots...
...and Dirty Gurty Cheryl Cole's Julien MacDonald jacket


...from Cpt. Hook himself?

I guess it's better "Hook" than "Cats"

DT: I Like You Better Than My Sister Likes Me

I was debating about which of these posts I wanted to use for Dewey Tuesday, and I ultimately decided that the one below is far more informative.

So I'm currently watching "When in Rome" (Shut up. The Olsen twins and I have a connection that your cynicism can't break), and as the opening credits were rolling, I recognized one of the names. Archie Kao...Archie Kao?...where have I heard that name before?

And in a moment of apostrophe (I think you mean "epiphany"), it came to me.
C.
S.
I.

Yes, Archie Kao is none other than Archie Johnson, Lab Rat.
And this guy was 33 in "When in Rome" when he was supposed to be like 20.
Blew my freaking mind.

He also extraed as Sand Crab #4 in LOST

Speaking of mind altering revelations...
Yesterday, I discovered that Gus from "Psych" is also Sam the Onion Man from "Holes"!!!
And when I told my sister, completely out of breath and glowing, she just nodded her head and said "yeah-I-know" like it was no big deal and I was the biggest idiot for not figuring it out sooner.
That took the wind out of my sails.
Why the heck didn't she tell me sooner??
Oh yeah, because she's evil.

I made a billion sellin' onions, now I'm out to make a trillion. I blew all my first million makin' my hair high as a buildin'.

Well. I'm not as inconsiderate as she is. Which is why I'm sharing with you.
You're welcome.

A Dragon Lives Forever But Not So Little Girls

I'm procrastinating big time. I have to be at class in like 2 1/2 hours and I'm still trying to figure out something else to do. I can't find a jump rope and the squirrels keep running away when I try to talk to them. Ergo, blog time.

Well, I was stuck for what I could possibly write about that wouldn't cause me to repeatedly bang my head against the keyboard when I go back to read it a week from now, when the most amazing thing happened. I started working on my papers that are due.

Whaaaaaaat?

This has never happened before. It's always the other way around. I'm stuck on my paper so I use my blog as a distraction.
Is this what it feels like to be an adult (pronounced ah-dolt)?
Am I becoming a mature contributor to the society we call "Life"?
I wasn't prepared for this! I'm supposed to have a few more good years left in me still! This wasn't supposed to happen for at least a few more months when I graduate!
But all the signs are here.
I'm drinking coffee (black...we'll talk about what I think of you sugar/cream ninnies later), wearing glasses, and working on my resume'. All I'm missing is one of my dumbbell cats sitting on my lap to cement my adulthood (aka Crazy Cat Lady-ness).

AUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've been aimlessly searching around the house for some sign that I've not yet crossed over. But alas and alack. Nothing. "Alas and alack"??????????

This is the end.

Do adults even write blogs? My dad is constantly mocking mine...maybe it's true.
Even the identity crisis I'm currently facing is incredibly adult!

Well kids and kittens, I guess that's it.
Rufio has drawn the line in the sand and I'm stuck with Peter Banning pre-Peter Pan transformation.

Excuse me while I curl up in an incredibly adult fetal position and cry.