Enough with the winter fuc!ing wonderland!
Lara’s Lousy Movie Review: Company Men
So I gotta say, usually I am not running to anything with Ben Afleck in it. I am not sure how he and Matt Damon got so paired up, because in terms of acting, Ben can’t hold a candle to Matt, much less a movie role, but he is adorable, in an annoying Boston accent kind of way. (But I do want to know, why all of Ben’s movie’s of late those put on South B. accents? I go there all the time and have yet to hear anyone say pak the ca in the ga– well what ever.) Back to the Company Men.
I decide to go see it because of all the THUMBS UP on 777film, and well, I’m sorry, I end up sitting through 2 hours of an incredibly boring, sappy, bullshit formula movie. Ben. Not so surprised. But Tommy Lee, what were you thinking?? Spoiler alert. Ben loses job (but still keeps his $850,000 house, Porche and Golf Club Membership) After 12 years, he only gets 3 months severance. (Nothing is stated about unemployment benefits.) So after his benefits run out, he is screwed because apparently he has absolutely no savings. So after they sell the house, the Porche and the son’s X-Box, they STILL end up moving in with Ben’s parents. Then Ben takes a job with his brother in law who he hates, but now likes, who is Kevin Costner (still incredibly hot)
I am really, really sorry, but REALLY? You don’t have enough money for an apartment? OK, well, if you are still following here, there are constant voice overs on the radio about what the president is doing to bail out the banks, and somewhere in here we find out that the owner Ben’s ex-company makes $20 million (yes he started and built the company and wants to keep his $ millions even though he has to lay off about 8000 people to do it–even his best friend, Tommy Lee Jones). Somewhere in there is also a suicide because another guy decided he couldn’t afford to send his daughter to Brown anymore, and so of course she would much rather get his life insurance than quit Brown.
Get my drift? In the end, Tommy Lee starts another perfect company and hires back a few hundred of the people his ex-partner has laid off. The end. Except I can’t figure out if Tommy Lee continues the affair he was having with the 40 years younger blond HR women who fired everyone in the first place.
So, I am thinking, political mover and shaker that he is, Ben should start taking some of the millions (he earned $37 million last year) and start giving to all the unemployed auto workers, so they can start their own company. Ship building? Not so much.
Oh yeah, and if there is ANYTHING that I took away from this movie…it’s that I ain’t ever working for no one again. Catch my drift?
Freaky, eeky stairwell
So, listen, this is the stairwell outside my gym. I think it’s to give you an out if, once you’ve spent the last hour staring at all your rumples and bumples in the mirror as you fight with the eliptical and you decide life is no longer worth living, it’s right there in front of you. The way to end it all. Click to see the larger view.
Daddy mine
Tonight I watched the tele show,
About a man, his life did blow.
He writes about how he hurt his kid,
He can’t believe what he did.
And I can’t help but think,
How life would be in the pink,
If you were still at home,
Today I’d ring your phone.
You’d never do what Hank Moody did
All your kindness is what you’d give.
Because of you, I am me,
And of you, I think, constantly.
In every part of every day,
I often wonder what you’d say.
Your voice still echoes in my brain,
That “don’t get mad, get even” sayin’.
But anyway alas I stray,
I just wanted to say Dad,
Happy Birthday.
Your ever lovin’ Lara
View from above
Noticed that (as I walked over it), this was not exactly a friendly DROP!
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Please get me out of Manhattan
I won’t be able to live in the same city as the Kardashians.
Blizzards, garbage, Thai Food and gun men…
…not necessarily in that order.
So after getting over the shock of what the heck is happening today– fucking WALMART selling bullets to fully crazed lunatics in Arizona (yes, no guns allowed in Nordstroms, but everywhere else OK),
…
I’m like what the hell’s is going to happen after tonight’s blizzard? Has the world gone mad? Perhaps. Garbage piled all over NY City (No pun intended), WalMart Killers and I’m like “I REALLY NEED A DRINK.”
So I go into the local Thai restaurant, (one block away from home) and I engage in a rather long and thoughtful conversation with the youngish bartender (who has a 3 year old son) and despite the fact that she has been her for 10 years, i can barely understand her, but one thing is clear. It doesn’t matter if you live on the upper east side, or in Queens, or if your job is a lawyer or a bartender in a Thai restaurant, making it work as a working mother is HARD. So, I’m thinking I’m going to help this mom out by giving her the URL for Mitchell Lama buildings in NY and she’s like “I don’t lent” and sorry to say I’m thinking that she doesn’t lend her money to anyone or something like that and until she repeats that it is too expensive to lent, she OWNS, I’m like (to myself of course,) “i am an Ivy Educated girl from Jersey and I don’t friggin’ OWN. What is the world coming to? So between it all, I surely hope we don’t get buried under this friggin’ pile of garbage come the morning or worse, get shot up by a sanitation worker who decides Bloomberg is to blame for everything and wow, 2011 has sure come in with a positive bang, hasn’t it?
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Alas, I ramble. The Thai, by the way was very good. So was the Cosmo Jane made me. Yes, Jane.