Public Service Announcement: Don't cheat

I just read a highly entertaining and endearing blog. Cute, funny, and not boring! I felt like I was reading one of those historic diaries, except minus the history. It set me in mind of Hamster Huey, (get oodles of info on HH and Da Funky Times at
my old website)and wasn't about being a frazzled house wife/stoned frat boy/weepy emo teenager ect. No, my friends, it was happy and enthusiastic. Well, that's my plug for today. oh wait! the url! Jesuschristscoolblog.blogspot.com. (I promise it's not churchy. Read it from the beginning or nothing will make sense.)

I have a new favorite movie. It is the excellent Woody Allen concoction Match Point. It is an awful lot like The Talented Mr. Ripley, which is probably why I like it so much. It's about a tennis player and an out-of-work actress who meet each other when they start dating members of the same wealthy family. They fall for each other and have an annoying lack of self restraint. I will admit that if The Talented Mr. Ripley had enough sexual tension to power a hairdryer, Match Point could carry a hot air balloon from Colorado to Berlin. OK, slight exaggeration, but you get the idea. Affairs never end well. The situation turns away from regular tom-foolery cheating, and becomes fatal. That's right, readers. Someone's sleeping with the fishes, pushing up daisies, kicking the bucket. Any way you put it I thought it was deliciously vile. It also reminded me of Notes on a Scandal, another favorite. If you're wary of Allen movies, don't worry. This one has none of his trademark banter or weird humor. Netflix even calles it "Hitchcockian." So put your qualms and shot guns aside and enjoy this little masterpiece.

Blog makeover!

No need for alarm, people. It's still Leslie Jo. My blog is just pink. It might not make people take me seriously, but I still like it. Not only did I change the color, I've decided to stop reading it checking for mistakes so much. It made me not want to update my blog because each post might not be absolutely perfect. Each sentence might not ring in my ears like porcelain bells. Well, enough of that nonsense. From now on you will have to decipher typos like every other blog reader!
Not to freak you out more, but I'm flirting with the idea of changing the name, too. You're Mad Because I Shot Your Girlfriend's Dog is a little, well, a little..... the problem is it's not little at all. Much too long and obscure. For the record, it's a quote from Wonder Boys. It's beautiful:


James the troubled but gifted student: *Shoots his teacher's girlfriend's dog*

Grady the English teacher: Shit. oh well.

Later

Grady: Grumblegrumblestupidkid

James: You're mad at me, aren't you?

Grady: Of course not, James. *Hrumph*

James: You're mad because I shot your girlfriend's dog.

Leslie Jo: OMG hilarious! I heart you! I heart obviousness! hahashotyourgirlfriendsdoghaha That's funny. I should use that.

And a blog was born. Actually at first the name was "Hi diddly ho, neighborinos!" from The Simpsons. But I changed it once my blog started catering chiefly to movies.

Fun Fact: Steve Cloves not only wrote the first four Harry Potter movies, he also penned Wonder Boys! Thank you for the quote, Steve!

Maddie's crazy awesome guest post

My summer includes not only watching Strictly Ballroom multiple times, and cleaning my room, but a terribly eventful and intellectually stimulating visit from my good friend Maddie. (Who sadly prefers MySpace to the delightful simplicity of blogs.)

Hello, hello, everyone! Its great to be here in [cencered] part of [anonymus] country! I must say, it is a delightful place and much more artsy than *cough cough* Ohio *cough*.
Anyways, yes, I am having a miraculous time here. Here are a few of the things we have been doing:
On Monday, when I first got here, Leslie and I watched Y Tu Mama Tambien, a movie which Leslie has gushed about previous times on this blog and over the phone with me. I have to agree with her that it was a terribly awesome movie, and my brain kind of exploded when watching it, although this might have something to do with the excess of nudity, which doesn't tend to mix well with me. [Yes, I can't believe I didn't want to look at Diego Luna's *cough* parts, but there you have it.]
Anyways, Tuesday we went *TA DA!!* SALSA DANCING!!!! It was tres awesome, but kinda difficult because the guys that we danced with were either really good and too advanced for us, or really bad and you couldn't tell what they were doing. But, happily, I danced with one guy who was really awesome, and we burned a friggin' hole in the friggin' rug, if you know what I mean.
Also at Salsa, we met at guy named Thattius. Now, if that is not the most kick-ass name you have ever heard, I don't know what is. Also, he was completely a gentlemen and the nicest person ever. I knew him for about five minutes, but what the hell, he was freaking awesome. Also, we think he was gay. *squee*
Oh! Also on Tuesday, we went into Old Town. It was pretty much the shit. I bought an Italian poster of Howl's Moving Castle!!! It was so cool, if it had been in the same room as Thattius, it would have exploded.
We also saw a museum o' history that was tres cool and had 5 iPods, Long story, not going to explain.
On Wednesday, we watched dance videos.
AND I FOUND ONE OF MY FAVOURITE HUMANS EVER EVER EVER EVER!!!!!!!! HE IS SO AMAZING I LOVE HIM! Since [hopefully] no one knows where we are, I can give away his name: Caleb.
I freaking, freaking, freaking, love him. He is an amazing dancer, and I have no idea why he doesn't do partner dance. Broaden your specrtum, my dear! You will go far!
Aaaand then, that night, Leslie and I went West Coast Swing dancing. A good idea in theory, but rather shitty when exicuted. This is due mainly to the fact that we were the only ones there under 50. I am dead serious when I say this. There were good dancers there, and the dancing was fun, but there was this one guy there who must have been pushing 70, and thought he could do hip-hop. The sad thing is, his hip-hop consisted of "gliding" back and forth across the dance floor by shifting his feet from side to side. I danced with him several times, as there were, like, nine girls and six boys there, and so by the end of the night, I smelled like his cologne. It was a little scary, but at least I wasn't a medley of colognes like I had been the night before, so I didn't smell like that much of a whore... kind of.
Well, today is Thursday, and today we went to Leslie's friend Kate's house. Kate also had over Jessica and Megan, who I also met. They were absolutely delightful people and I had a wonderful time. It was also funny to watch them freak out over the thunderstorm that was going on outside. Apparently it doesn't rain much here at You're mad because I shot your girlfriend's dog, and a flash flood is rather an excitment.
AAANYWAYS!
So. Yes. Tomorrow we might be going [somewhere secret] weather permitting, and then on Saturday, we're going to a play, which should be fun, and on Sunday, I go back home.
Oh, also, on Tuesday, we watched The Shining, which is perhaps one of the scariest, and most inside-jokey movies I have watched to this date. For example: Naked bathtub decaying lady = scary. Jack Nicholson frozen thinking face = hilarious.
We were going to watch Pet Semetary tonight, but I about shit my pants trying to watch it, so, for the first time in history, I have grown a brain and stopped when I couldn't take any more scary shit! *applause for Maddie*
For the record, I think there's a lot to say about owning a brain, because after scary flashback o' some spinal disease, I about fainted. No joke. Leslie, who is reading this as I type, I almost fainted, I was so fucking freaked out. ASdihasoifhaighaosigOAISghOIASHGoiashgaS. Omg. Okay.
Also, if you happen to read Leslie's blog and notice that I haven't updated mine, its because, for some reason, it won't let me on, damn it. So yes. MySpace is currently working more than blog. Hopefully it will be up shortly... Leslie, back to you.

Amazing! I deeply admire your crazy-fast typing skills and ability to write to fluidly without rereading over and over again what you wrote.