60-Second Emmys.

That's what the Hubs said last nite while giggling and celebrating the One Minute of Emmys, and I'm pretty sure that officially makes him nerdier than me once again, so... hooray for that action.  Also, I didn't post my Emmy predictions because I had a busy weekend, but I sure am glad I forgot.  I picked TERRIBLY this year, but I'm kind of glad about that.  My terrible picks means that LOTS and LOTS of first time winners took home prizes, and while they weren't the people I wanted, it's still pretty sweet to see.  Also, I might have to start watching Modern Family... and I don't know how to feel about that yet.  More on that later.

However, since this is running through my brain this morning, and since it cracked me up so bad last night, please enjoy this FABULOUS intro from last night.  Loves.

Acceptance is the first step.

As I sit here, anxiously checking the tracking on my order from Amazon that I have been waiting on for what feels like a GAZILLION YEARS, a certain thought comes to me.  Something I've been trying to deny for a long time, but I feel that I can't anymore.

I've become a bigger geek than my husband.

See, it all started almost exactly 10 years ago, when I met a redheaded tuba player wearing a Ben Folds Five shirt, and I thought, "THAT BOY will be my friend."  I didn't TELL that boy that he would be my friend; I just assumed he knew.  Either way, those mind beams worked, and he became my best male confidant and my favorite concert buddy.  I found out that he had a lifelong attachment to Peanuts comics, a sincere love for almost all things Batman (except don't ask him about Joel Schmacher...), and a constant need to ALWAYS leave the TV on either Discovery or History Channel.  He was in a comedy troupe in college that actually ended up getting kinda famous for some REALLY HILARIOUS stuff (not that I have any reason to promote that or anything), and he loves playing some video games, especially ones like Halo or Batman or FIFA Soccer.  He actually watches and enjoys soccer.

Me, I've always know that I'm a nerd.  It's not something I really try to hide.  I mean, I met my nerdy husband in college marching band, for Sousa's sake.  However, I've always taken a little comfort in the fact that, though I love him dearly and he is truly my very best friend in the world, my husband is nerdier than me.

Except, I'm the one who loves Harry Potter.  Which led me to Twilight.  And then cue Buffy.  Which led to Angel.  Which led to Buffy Season 8.  Which led to Firefly.  Which led to Serenity.  Which led to me wanting to get the Firefly comics, but he says no.  Which led to reading more YA books, involving plots of the paranormal or fantasy or sci-fi persuasion (though, there were some other connections to this that I didn't mention).  Then, I notice that I'm the one making him look at Comic-Con pictures, telling him what cosplay and steampunk mean.

Finally, what has pretty much decided that I have lost my long battle against Dorkiest Person In The House, I became the initiator for us seeing Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (he didn't mind if we saw it, but he preferred Inception).  Of course, I freakin' loved like every dang second of it.  So I went out and got the soundtrack.  And beg my friend to go with me to see it a second time.  After she stopped hysterically laughing, of course, I go onto Amazon and order the entire Scott Pilgrim graphic novel set.  Which is what I've been tracking.  (And, to those who have seen the movie, I understand the irony.  Or coincidence.  Whatever, I get it.) 

My name is Jessica, and I'm a huge, huge geek.

It's not called gym-nice-tics.

I just finished watching Stick It, and, while it is definitely NO Bring It On, I did laugh at one part.  Please enjoy this clip while I think of funny things to blog about.

"So I hit him in the tray with my face."

So, there's about two hours until Psych starts, and I didn't know what to do to spend my time until then.  Twiddling my thumbs was out, as that is hugely boring, and I have been reading all of the Princess Diaries books pretty crazily lately, but the storm and my general tiredness was keeping me from wanting to read.  It's times like this when I turn on the TV and hope for a Law & Order SVU marathon (especially if it's the one with the homeless vampire that cuts off hoo-hoo dillies, because that one is hilarious).

Alas, no L&O, BUT score: America's Sweethearts!

America's Sweethearts is one of those movies that I watch whenever it's on.  I've seen it about a million times over the years, and I never seem to tire of it.  In fact, I still laugh out loud at certain parts.  I'm a super huge John Cusack fan, which is of course how I came upon this film (via my dad, who is a super huge Julia Roberts fan).  I really don't know how this movie didn't do MUCH better at the box office than it did, with its all-star cast.  However, I love it-- I love Cusack, I love CZ-J, I love Julia (especially when she goes on her rant about CZ-J's character during her breakfast), I definitely LOVE Hank Azaria with every second he is on the screen (especially if he says "junket").

So, it got me thinking-- do you have movies like this?  Not guilty pleasure, secret shameful movies that you only watch when no one else is around or with a certain group of people that you know won't make fun of you later (like Bring it On or Center Stage or Mamma Mia!), but a movie that you just LIKE.  It's not Oscar-worthy, it's not going to fix the economy or bring any new ideas into the world, but it just makes you happy.  For me, it's definitely this one.

Seriously, what IS this?

One of my all-time favorite blogs is the amazing and hilarious Cake Wrecks.  So many terrible cakes, so many new things to laugh at.  Mohawked babies riding carrots?  It's been done.  Total and complete misunderstandings of what people ask for?  DONE.  Tom Selleck's chest hair?  Yeah... done.

SO, this week, the creators posted many cakes with... shall we say, random tidbits on them that don't quite make sense.  Jen & John posted this entry to the tune of "What's This?" from one of my all-time favorite movies, The Nightmare Before Christmas.  Then, they posted a version of themselves plus another friend singing along to the blog entry.

Then, this happened.  This is your warning: it's like magic.


Happy Saturday, everyone!

Psych-Outs: Dule Hill Warms My Heart

Psych-Outs: "Fresh-to-death and always bringin the funny ... the latest Psych-Outs!"

If you know what is good for you, you will click on that and watch Dule Hill dance his A OFF. It's so great, so so so great. Could seriously watch it all dang day.

My Life Is Average.

Not a lot going on right now.  Got back this weekend from Big Brooklyn Bouncy House Party, and it was a rockin' good time.  I only hurt myself KIND of bad, rather than a lot of bad.  Turns out, inflatable water slides are only slides when water is added.  Without water, they're just inflatable hang out spots that force you to tumble down them at alarming rates until you find out where the flat stones in the yard are located with your shoulder and possibly your legs.  Not that anything like that happened...

Mostly, I'm looking forward to this afternoon.  There will be a farmer's market in the lobby of my office building, which is (sadly) exciting for me.  I can buy some fresh fruits and veggies.  I know it's not really exciting at all, but it is to me.  And this girl.  Though... doesn't seem like it takes a lot for her...

Also, this weekend, it's girls' weekend 2010!  We are... doing the same thing we did last year!  Which is, wine tasting.  VA wines are actually pretty freakin' good (at least around the area I live), so I'm looking forward to it.  We're going to try to go to some we didn't hit last year.  If you'd like to know how I feel about this, click here. 

Heeeeeeeee.