Monthly Archives: May 2009

Top 5 Dreamy Dudes

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Hey Y’all. Minchyminch here and I am pleased to welcome another addition to the Sorry,Darlin. team! Please meet Isadorable (aka Izzy, FizzyBiscuit, Isadora, etc etc. All my friends have numerous secret identity’s), my close friend, silly roommate, and father to my kitten. And now, a bit from this boy crazy lady:

Isadorable’s Top 5 Dreamy Dudes!

5. James Franco as the bad boy Daniel Desario in the short-lived television series “Freaks and Geeks”.

Now, he’s not the type of guy I’d take home to meet my parents, but I would definitely skip class to smoke ciggarettes with him in the locker room. I know I’d end up in the principle’s office, being lectured about running with the “bad crowd”, but it would so be worth it. Yes it would.

4 . Heath Ledger from the movie “10 Things I Hate About You”.  If you were a young girl when this movie came out, I’d be willing to bet that Heath’s bad boy persona got your little preteen heart a-beating. How could you not? He’s got the crazy hair, the gorgeous eyes, strong jaw line, and he’s not afraid to get in trouble to win a girl’s heart.

I spent many a homeroom daydreaming about ditching detention and getting into paintball fights. Oh Heath, why’d you have to leave us so soon?

3. Lenny Kravitz. You know, I’m not usually into the pop-singer type, but damn if that boy isn’t endowed with some gorgeous features. Or, at least, he was back when I fell for him.

How can you say no to abs like that? And the dreadlocks! Tattoos! And the freaking piercings! I could stare at this picture all day. I wonder if I could get a copy of this printed onto a poster and put it over my bed, or maybe a cardboard cutout… or maybe that would be a little over the top…

2. Richie Tenenbaum. Oh yes, the beard, the headband, the quiet demeanor, the knack for being emotionally distraught and distant all at the same time. And can we talk about how beautiful he was even when he shaved his head?

What a beautiful scene. I’ll be your Mordecai anytime, baby.

1. And finally, my number one hunk, Romain Duris. I first fell for Romain when I stumbled upon the film “Gadjo Dilo” at the Boston Public Library. I tried valiantly (really I did) to pay attention to the story, but I found myself continually distracted by the dreamy Duris  and his lovely, scruffy facial hair.

He makes me want to sip espresso at a cafe in Paris and discuss world politics. We would probably argue, but that would be okay if it meant we could have an angry, steamy makeout session afterwards. Oh Romain, come, let’s disagree!

Well look at that, and now my keyboard is covered with drool. How embarassing.

Oh La La! I’d hold hands with any of these dreamy bros. Would you? And um, I don’t think that’s drool on your keyboard Isadorable. Yogurt peed on it when you were in the kitchen. Sorry :( – Minchyminch

Is it just me?

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After a long hiatous, ive recently been going out alot more at night. And um, I’m not trying to be a bitch, but alot of boys I know went from looking like this:

to this:

Am I alone in noticing the crazy amount of boy-beards out there? Whats up with handsome young men wanting to look like derelicts? I dunno. I like a lil facial hair here and there but this has gone too far. When I can no longer see your lips and/or can smell, taste or detect food in your facebush, it is soooo over. You think I wanna know you ate doritos for lunch? YESTERDAY!? JUST SAY NO TO FACIAL BUSHES! SAY NO TO THE “FLAVOR SAVOR!” Come on. No one thought Tom Hanks was sexy in Castaway, did they? Well, I don’t think Tom Hanks is sexy either way but you know. That doesn’t mean you can’t be beautiful, Mr. Hairy Hipster. Maybe. Now let’s get rid of that chin-stache and see what we’re working with.

Fa La La with Zooey Deschanel

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I was watching television by myself late one night (why do so many of my stories start out like this??) and came across a Cotton commerical featuring Indie darling Zooey Deschanel. Suddenly I’ve never wanted to be wearing cotton more. Please watch what I’m talking about while I change out of my Otter pelts.

While I don’t think Zooey Deschanel would qualify for American Idol or even be the best at weekday karaoke, there is something so incredibly charming about this C List Actress. I’m not the only one with this opinion, as Deschanel is somehow currently engaged to the fuglyliest front man we know; Death Cab for Cutie’s Benjamin Gibbard. He must be, um, really good at tuning guitars or something. Heheh. Get what I mean???

Zooey’s musical interest supasses this commercial as she is one half of the kitchy/indie duo She & Him (the other half being the magnificant M.Ward). Despite my mutual love for both Deshchanel and M.Ward, I found She & Him to be a little lackluster. I’m all about young and talented woman singing their alt. country hearts out (Jenny Lewis and Neko Case, anyone?) but Zooey’s voice alone isn’t enough to launch this project into blog stardom. A few gems stand out, such “as Change is Hard.” Watch below and take note of Zooey’s adorable outfit:

Does anyone else think Craig Ferguson is like, not funny at all? Seriously. Regardless, M.Ward’s solo stuff is pretty amazing. Here’s one of my faves:

This song played at my place of employment a few years ago, at a time when my heart was feeling broken… a little wonky, if you will. I’d turn it up and cry tears on the inside while I was sweeping the floors at night and wonder if I’d ever feel better. Then one day as I watched the music video, I felt a little silly at the fact that a song sung by little fat Buddhas was able to evoke such strong emotions out of me. I felt a little stupid. Chubby Buddhas or not, M.Ward makes musical magic and I wish his voice had been more present in She & Him. Then again, Zooey is such a pretty girl that I’d watch her in anything and everything. Maybe not listen to her in everything, but you know. And um, the soon to be made Sorry, Darlin. shirts will be 100% cotton. Thanks for the visual inspiration, Zooey.

The (Tri)Bifecta

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As Sorry, Darlin’s Founder and general Head Biatch, I’m pleased to introduce our newest contributor Mandatron (also known as Mandy, Mandy Michele and RavingMandingo. Wheww). Go ahead and let every ones favorite gaming goth chick delight and entertain you with her quick wit and general quirkiness. And now, a bit on food and love or love on food. Something like that. 

I’ve realized that George Kostanza may have been on to something on his quest to experience the trifecta. Sex. Food. TV. Honestly I could do without the TV part so we’ll call this the quest for the bifecta. Sex. Food. Together.

Now here’s where it gets weird, or should I say weirder? Chocolate sauce and whipped cream is for noobs. That’s some 17 year-old attempt at being experimental. I’m talking about stealing that pipette of mashed potatoes from the kitchen at work and getting busy with some buttery love. I’m talking about a bathtub of Velveeta and perhaps a ladle. Perhaps a prepared Thanksgiving dinner atop the chest of your human object of desire? But we must pull our heads out of the clouds. While mashed, buttery, starchy lovemaking is entirely plausible, a tub of cheese and an entire turkey dinner in a bed is not…unfortunately.

So I must ask myself what is making me all hot and bothered for some tasty culinary goodies. You might say oral fixation, and I might agree with you. That would explain a nasty smoking habit I’ve picked up as well as an insane need to have some sort of beverage at my side at all times. But I could just as easily blow through an economy box of cheap pens with big, plastic lids. It’s food or nothing. It’s something about the taste of espresso and cream from San Francisco Coffee that brings about a personal sigh of some sort of relief. It’s something about the steam breaking through the crust on that divine chicken pot pie from The Bookhouse and the way it burns when I can’t wait five minutes to put it in my mouth. It’s something about the way the piece of rare steak feels. Hot and crispy on the outside with hints of pepper yet cool and un-fucked with in the pink center. It’s the way melted cheese and bread makes the world go away for a few seconds of ecstasy.

Please tell me I’m not the only person on earth who is in love with food.

I don’t know what it is that sends me in to a ravenous mood to don a sexy outfit and hit the streets in search of a rare to medium rare steak, but when it hits I must obey. My quest usually lands me at my current favorite spot, Café Di Sol. It’s been taunting me for the past three years every time I walk out my front door, glimmering with its red lights wrapped around a freak grove of those Bradford Pear trees. I don’t know why a shiny knife and fresh piece of meat on their pretty plates quenches some devious need but it does. And this is where the conundrum arises. As much as a good dinner turns me on, at the end of the night all that’s left is a pile of dishes and a bill…unless, of course, you convince your lover to buy some cheap sheets and bring the melted cheese to the bedroom. Fantasies fulfilled. -Mandatron

Here’s a perfect real life example of this new so-called “bifecta.” Go Top Chef, Go!

Have any thoughts on the (tri)bifecta, any of the Atlanta spots mentioned or do you just really hate Seinfeld references?  I like them and I love Mandatrons blog. Besides at least we’re not bringing up Sex and the City, okay?  Let us know what you think and eat some chocolate. -MinchyMinch

Paris, Not France.

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 When I was 16 and cut my overprocessed purplish hair off into a short bob (which I then cried about for days) I clipped a picture out of some gossip magazine to show my stylist.  At the time I didn’t really recognize the girl in the picture.  She was young, tan and pretty with chic short hair (no extensions needed).  It was Paris Hilton.  I can’t imagine now picking up a magazine, turning on the televison or just generally lurking and not recognizing America’s most notorious ”it girl.”  I don’t care how many people hate on Paris Hilton.  From her almost forgotten sex tape (which I never even saw) to numerous reality shows, paparazzi crotch shots, dating escapades, jail time and so on Paris Hilton has made the public well aware of who she is and created a multi-million dollar brand out of it.   And now Ms. Hilton will once again manage to manipulate her public persona through a new MTV documentary airing later this summer, “Paris, Not France:”

 

Will this documentary parallel the career changing success of Britney Spear’s own documentary “For The Record” which also aired on MTV last summer? Who knows. I don’t really want to get in a Britney verses Paris blog breakdown.  I’ll be honest though.  By the end of the 3 minute clip I was moved.  Touched.  Understanding.  Manipulated.  When Paris looks in the mirror and baby talks how she’ll never be a great woman like Princess Diana, I suddenly start feeling bad for the well known woman whose been the butt of so many jokes and harsh comments over the years.   I suppose that’s what the Heiress had intended…and what Paris wants, Paris apparently gets.  Either way we all get to watch it unfold.  That’s hot.

Bittersweet.

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I was totally excited a few weeks ago when Cartoon Network’s late night fav Adult Swim added The Mighty Boosh to it’s Sunday night lineup. Having spent half a year studying in Newcastle England last year, I’ve been exposed to and love this British cult comedy phenomenon. Henceforth for the last month I’ve intently tuned in to watch Howard and Vince every Sunday night at 1am and every Sunday I’ve had the same strange, incomplete feeling.  As If I was missing something waiting to giggle at zookeeper banter that never came…Then I realized it.  Adult Swim is cutting at least 5-10 minutes from every episode for some strange reason.  Valuable jokes/crimps are going unseen and most Yanks aren’t aware they are viewing minimized episodes.  Um.  That’s totally LAME Adult Swim. Either show The Boosh in it’s complete and intended brillant format, or don’t. For real. 

This is what I’m talking about, motherlickers.

  

<3 u 4ever Vincey/Noel Fielding. Let’s spend all day in Topshop and share hair products, okay baby?  

Let’s get serious.

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Two nights ago I awoke to find my dear friend and roommate Izzy was mugged at gunpoint behind Junkman’s Daughter in Little Five Points (ATL).  Here’s her account of what happened:

This morning (thursday) at 3am i was mugged at gunpoint on the street behind junkman’s daughter. two guys got out of their car, approached me and the girl i was helping to get home, pulled guns and snatched our purses. i fought back (bad idea, i know) and was consequently dragged across the street by my bag. i got a replacement phone today, but i’m still keyless and money/id-less. 

so here’s what they looked like:

the two who got out of the car and approached us were black males, around 25 years old. the guy who came up to me was about 5’5-5’6 and had shoulder-​length dreadlocks and was wearing a black durag and a white t-shirt with writing on the front. he had a pistol of some sort, though the way he held it and the weight of it when he pressed it up against my leg made me think it was a fake. he threatened to shoot me, but i just kept repeating “why you gotta be such a dick?!” 

the other was a few inches taller and a bit slimmer, i’d say probably around 5’8ish. he had short hair and was (i believe) wearing a dark shirt. 

the car that pulled up was a 4-door sedan, cream/tan colored. i only saw it from about 200 yards away and it was a poorly lit street, but it looked like it may have been a crown victoria. it was one of those cars commonly seen near memorial, almost an old person car, with very rounded edges and tail lights that had an almost tear-drop shape. it looked a bit like this http:​/​/​images.​safeform.​com/​stock/​300/​FORD/​CROWN%​20VICTORIA/​2002/​4SA.​JPG but the car frame was a little bulkier and the edges were, as i said, more rounded. i’m trying to figure out what kind of car it was, and i’m pretty sure that it had some silver accents on the trunk. 

anyway, just thought i’d let you all know to keep an eye out and DO NOT walk around little 5 at 3am. i should’ve known better, and look where it got me.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         The thought of someone robbing my little isadorable makes me sick.  I re-posted Izzy’s story here (lifted it from a myspace bulletin) because people, girls especially, should BE AWARE of how dangerous Atlanta can be.  I mean, even I’m paying attention.  With mah mase.  And secrets laser’s in my fingertips.  

A Lust See!

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My all time favorite celebrity actor crush (besides perhaps Noel Fielding), Gael Garcia Bernal and familiar partner Diego Luna (remember them in Y Tu Mama Tambien? They are magic together) star with one another once again in a new film, Rudo y Cursi.  How exciting. Lets forgo the details and drool over watch the trailer, shall we?   

 

You can view the trailer with subtitles, along with other info goodies at the film’s official website. Rudo y Cursi opens in select locations May 8th, but all you ATLiens can see it starting May 15th @ The Midtown Art Cinema.  I’m going to be there.  Front Row.  Drooling.  Maybe eating some popcorn with their weird flavor toppings.  Who knows.  It will be wild.  

And to make things just a little hotter, International Myspace crush Gael released a music video to go along with the movie. 

 

Yes, he is in fact singing Cheap Trick’s I Want You to Want Me.  Who cares.  Dreamy foreign actors are allowed to do whatever they want.  But for some reason I kept expecting Gwen Stefani to pop up in the background, mid drift on display, weird buns in her hair and dancing awkwardly to some horrible reggae remix.  I just can’t support Stefani like I used too.  But luckily I can still support Gael Garcia, and I think he looks quite dashing in that cowboy hat.  I’m sure most of you ladies/sensible men agree. YUM-O.

Kitty Kitty Meow Meow

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Hey Guys.  So last week my roommate and I rescued a 5 week old, malnourished and flea ridden kitten.  You don’t really want to know the details of her past home, trust me.  Now she is healthy, spoiled rotten  and currently sleeping in the coffee table’s drawer  (so adorable. omg).  So I’d like to formally introduce y’all to Yogurt, aka Gogurt, Yo-plait, FroYo, Ghetto Kitty, Cinderella Kitty, or Walden (when we thought she was a boy for two days.  That must have been traumatic for her self image).  

Here comes the cuteness: 

My eyes are as dark as my soul…

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http://twitter.com/yogurtkitty. She’s set to take over the world wide web, 140 characters at a time.

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Yes I love sleeping on the toilet seat. Yes yes I do. I am Queen of the Porcelain Throne.

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I know, you could barf rainbows after looking at these for too long. Sigh. I’m in love.  Rescuing and adopting cats in need is an easy way to save a life, look cool to friends/family and feel connected to your favorite celebrity icon.  Like, I can’t adopt a billion international babies like Brangelina but I can adopt a lil baby kitten, name her after a common food item (apple, anyone?)  and feel awesome about life.  Already have an adorable kitten, or perhaps an obscenely fat cat? Lemme know.  Kitty’s will soon take over 99% of this blog’s content. Then the world.