Blurg This.

What is Blurging? Tina Fey coined the term 'blurg' in the first season of "30 Rock". It basically means damn, shoot, oops, s---, f---, whatever. But in Liz Lemon's life, it's like 'oh this again'. It's those same disappointing situations that happen over and over. Sure, the details may change but the outcome is rarely, and often the opposite of, what she wants or expects. Sadly, I identify a lot with Liz Lemon. So, instead of walking around with a blurged-out frown, I've decided to embrace the blurgable and blog about it. Essentially, it's the lovechild of gurgling and blogging, which is a little like throwing up, and isn't that what blogging really is?

As a forty-ish single woman, I have plenty to blurg about: from men to movies, tv shows to commercials, arrogant ad execs to celebrity stalking, politics to sarah palin, online dating to job layoffs, and everything in between. My life is like 'Sex and the City' without the designer clothes, money, men and New York. I do have fabulous friends, a cool freelance artsy career, and beneath my beaten-down exterior beats a bleeding, liberal heart the size of Bill Clinton's. I miss living in New York City but am content to be nestled back in my hometown, close to family and people that will cook for me. So, stop by anytime and thanks in advance for not minding if I get a little throw-up on your shoe.

Thursday Commercial Round-Up.

memo to Jeep (revised): I really do think you could use more women creatives. Especially writers. I'm just sayin'.

memo to Target: What Happened?

Your commercials were one of the reasons I got into advertising. The urban-trendy music, the graphics, the tone that resonated with me: your consumer. I miss you. No, I'm not a kitschy, 60's-mod housewife obsessed with entertaining, household chores and stroller-pushing exercises.

memo to Apple: I love you.

Whenever I see the latest iPod commercial, I want to run out and buy one and download all the Feist tunes and have a party. Thank you.

p.s. you're lucky we iPhone owners love you so much or we'd really be upset about it not being a very good phone. And the AT&T thing. It's ok though, we'll deal.

This Week's Film Review: The Reader

I actually rented this one a week ago. It has just taken that long to come out of the fog of depression from it. At least it wasn't as depressing as Kate Winslet's other film, Revolutionary Road. That one made me relive every painful moment of my marriage and divorce. I saw it a year ago at the theater and I'm still talking to my therapist about it. I can't even think about reviewing it. But I digress, The Reader, not exactly Kate's prettiest work. Why does Hollywood have to make actresses ugly for serious roles? Even WWII German women can be hot as cougars, can't they? Were tweezers rationed back then? I could barely get past the eyebrows. Ralph (pronounced Ray-f, did you know that?) Fiennes, on the other hand, always looks fine indeed. I just have to wonder though how much of that is the English/Irish accent? I can still picture him in the '80's Limited Outback Red look of the English Patient costumes. Now that movie still makes me want to go on Safari in Africa.

Anyway, The Reader, it made me feel sorry for Nazi Concentration Camp guards. Everyone has a story and a reason why they do what they do. This movie taught me not to judge people by their covers, except when they have bushy eyebrows. This is why I chose this photo to display. I'd much rather look at that than Kate Winslet as a homely, illiterate, sex addict. Not to be judgemental of course.