On the set: Randy to the Rescue

Confession: one of my favorite things to do on Friday nights is coming home, changing into my pajamas, and watching Say Yes to the Dress. Yup, we’re living large and doing big things at the Talda house, folks.

Side bar: I remember when I was practically dying to go out clubbing on a Friday night or just out hanging with friends. Never would I have thought being in my pajamas and in bed at 9:30 as a great evening. But it’s the best.

Anywho, one of my favorite things about SYTTD, besides watching people try on wedding dresses, is Randy. I absolutely adore him and if I could have him help me shop for my wedding dress, I would be in heaven. So imagine my surprise, and joy, when I received a call from a friend to come with her to attend a taping of “Randy to the Rescue” as she went dress shopping.

Me? Help you dress shop? AND I get to see Randy? What the what what?! Naturally I accepted and had to warn her not to get offended if I’m more excited to see Randy. Just being honest and managing expectations.

Randy to the Rescue set at Fairmont Hotel in San Francisco

We showed up to the Fairmont Hotel not quite sure what to expect but looking forward to dress shopping. If you follow me on Twitter or Instagram (which you totally should. It’s a private account but if you send a request, I’ll accept. Just let me know and I’ll give you my handle), you would have seen one of the confections that caught my eye:


I want to put this dress on and twirl until I fall down.

Thankfully, the cameras did not follow us around the entire appointment. They had a mini camera attached to the top of the mirror to capture our conversations as she tried on dresses but it kind of made us hyper aware that it was there, but we eventually forgot about it. We didn’t make for very compelling television though. Between dresses we were either messing with our phones, chatting in whispered tones, or one of us (usually me) would wander away to look for more dresses. And Randy. But mostly dresses.

And Randy.

randy of randy to the rescue

Randy Fenoli is just as charming in real life as on the television.

After a handful of dresses, the bridal consultant, Kim (if you’re shopping for a wedding dress, go see Kim Storms at Bridal Galleria in San Francisco. She was really helpful and amazing!) pulled out what turned out to be the winner for the night. Once my friend decided she was going to buy the dress, things got a little exciting and the cameras appeared around our station to film the exchange with Randy.


What? Cameras aren’t a usual thing at dress shopping excursions?

We had to wait until they were finished taping the runway portion with the cast bride, but then Randy came over. A funny thing happened the moment we started filming: we shut up. It got really awkward really quickly. No one knew what to say and no one really directed us. Her other friend and I both looked at each other as if we expected the other to give some hint as to what we were supposed to be doing. Do we share our opinions on the dress? Do we fluff the dress? Do we just sit here and look awkward? That last one? Okay! I can do that!

I wanted to laugh at the absurdity but then Randy appeared and charmed us out of our shoes (he is super nice and has a fantastic handshake. I really appreciate a good handshake), laughed, and then bled on the dress. Yes. He bled on the dress. He was smoothing down the skirt of the dress and was pricked by the straight pins they used on the dress and accidentally wiped it on the dress. Whoops.

We ended up having to film the “Say yes to this dress?” question twice and it was kind of awkward feigning suspense and excitement when we already knew the answer. So while I highly doubt we’ll make the final cut (though I wouldn’t be surprised if I find myself playing “Where’s Talda” since I was wandering around so much) it was a fun experience and my friend is going to make an absolutely stunning bride.

As the pie turns

My stomach is so full. I think I can probably go a day without eating. Serious. Of course I’m not because I’m apparently channeling a glutton but I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt if I kept my meals on the smaller side the next few days. Especially with the eat-a-thon that’s coming up this weekend!

But last night I feasted on burgers, fries, onion rings, and milkshakes. And that was just on my plate. I had dinner with the Baker and the Fire Lady at their house and was treated to some very delicious burgers that reminded me of our dinner at Barney’s. Utterly delicious.

Even though I came with an appetite, I couldn’t power through the rest of my burger. I ate about half and a couple bites before having to throw in the towel. And then I couldn’t move. So I sat on the couch and watch TV with the Baker. When the only part of your body you want to [or can] move is your head, you know you had a good meal.

Or maybe you just ate too much.

Have any of you seen Mental? Is one of the newer shows on Fox. We watched it last night [right after House] and let me tell you, it’s cheesy. And not in a delightful way either. First off, the timing of it is extremely unfortunate. Coming on after House, its way too easy to draw parallels between the two shows, and in this case, Mental is DEFINITELY the weaker of the two. It’s basically House in the Psych ward of a hospital but bad House. They have a House, Cutty, Foreman…practically everyone has a doppelganger. AND there’s a bit of Grey’s Anatomy thrown in with a philandering married psychologist and one of the doctors that we so called 15 minutes before anything was revealed.

And the “dream sequences” are HORRIBLE! And so obviously fake. I mean, I know it’s season one but I think Ally McBeal’s fantasy sequences were better than these during its first season. And what was up with the wardrobe? On Foreman lite, they had him in a jacket that was obviously too small. Like, he could only button one button and that button was STRAINING for dear life to stay closed. It was very distracting to say the least.

But man, my eating isn’t even over. I still have a key lime pie sitting in the fridge from the Baker AND I have two spam musubi left to eat [I ate one this morning] AND my mom was kind enough to bring home some kalbi and rice for my lunch. Oh, and I’m STILL full!

I think I might just finish off the rest of the musubi for lunch and then save the kalbi for tomorrow’s lunch. Aye. There is just too much food!

Thank goodness I opted for that tankini. It hides a multitude of sins!

That Cloris Leachman sure gets around

There’s only two weeks left in this quarter so we’re hitting things pretty hard; especially with finals being next week [eep!].

So guess what I did this weekend.

Don’t you know all the cool kids stay home to do homework? I actually got a fair amount of work done this weekend. Knocked out three out of five homework assignments while catching up on some of The Office [I only have three more eps to catch up with…that is until they start airing new ones]. Oh how I’ve missed The Office!

But in between the homework I made an awesome dinner that I’ll be writing about this week: roasted chili-lime chicken with roasted asparagus with a basalmic brown butter sauce and parmesan-garlic smashed potatoes [because, in addition to my love of basil is an equal amount of love of garlic – so maybe I don’t need to worry about the vampire neighbors after all].

Though I did wish I could have been up at Tahoe snowboarding. I heard it was supposed to be a great weekend to go up too. Oh well. Maybe next season.

Sunday was just as interesting. No really, it was. I taught Sunday School and even though they fed the kids pancakes with the special sugared syrup [seriously, every time they have something with syrup those kids come upstairs and are super rowdy – their blood flowing with all those sugar crystals of hyperactivity] they were actually pretty laid back and we even had an interesting discussion in which we tried to explain the concept of “mercy” to a bunch of 8-10 year olds. Which ended with the ever eloquent: it means being nicer than you could be when someone does something wrong.

After church, I made my way to Walnut Creek for a group meeting, with a stop at the mall in Concord to kill some time. It was there I realized what Hell would be for me: having to relive my teenaged years. Ugh. Not that I had a horrible teenage experience; it was actually fairly pleasant but still something I don’t want to go back to. I discussed it with one of my group members later and we came to the conclusion that when you’re a teenager, everything is SUCH A BIG DEAL. And it’s quite mentally exhausting. It’s a miracle any of us managed to get our homework done when we were too busy overanalyzing and agonizing over whether or not my “crush of the semester” liked me or not. Seriously people. These discussions were like hostage negotiations. THEY WERE THAT SERIOUS.

And I can’t live like that anymore. It takes way more sleep which I’m not getting on a regular basis. Besides, I like being comfortable in my own skin.

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Yeah…I only half tried. Can you tell?

Don’t you hate it when a million and one things conspire to hit you all at once? I certainly do. And I hate it even more when I make it worse by wasting the very precious time by messing around online.

It gets me every time.

This weekend was no different, which several homework assignments due this week, a midterm to study for and write up notes for, more reading and notes to do and send to my group, the nephew’s birthday party oh and a little thing called the Super Bowl.


The stress did get to me a little, unfortunately but nothing that couldn’t be worked out. And the whole note taking during the Super Bowl was simply laughable. I spent my time wandering around the house eating whatever was within arms reach and looking up Youtube videos of people dancing to Beyonce’s Diva and Single Ladies’ songs [had to show Tam the video of the Single Man doing the dance] and pictures of Will Demps with Tam.

I couldn’t believe she hadn’t heard of him before, especially since he’s a Hapa like us. And very easy on the eyes. And eats Shrimp Chips and owns a rice cooker [I tried, unsuccessfully, to find a copy of the MTV Cribs episode he was on – if anyone knows of one, let me know so I can send it to Tam].

And would you believe that I didn’t really pay much attention to the commercials either? There was just so much talking and yelling going on that i couldn’t hear them from the kitchen anyway so I just gave up.

It was nice hanging out with the family though, even though I didn’t recognize my own aunt. I know, how sadly pathetic is that? But neither did Tam so that made me feel better. How do we not recognize our own family? Well she’s a married in member and, to be honest, there’s no real defensible way to make this sound better. We don’t go down to the grandparents’ house all that often. It’s bad, I know and I should know my family but…but nothing. That’s just how it is.

Anywho, I did manage to get most of what I needed done. The group work was sent out that night [along with the homework that I wanted to send out Friday night] and I gave up on the notes. By then I knew it wasn’t happening so I figured I’d get it done the next day at work [and I did]. And that’s all that matters right? Right.

And seeing how I don’t have much more focus left in me to finish this post, I’m going to quit while I’m kind of sorta ahead. For now.

How do you say, “kafjklda;jfdk;” in jerk?

I came home to some very disappointing news: the cable is GONE.

I thought it was a fluke but nope, I confirmed it with my dad this morning. Of course they don’t care because they still have DirectTv hookups in the living room and their bedrooms but me? I’ve got nothing but the very basic channels. Plus Food Network. At least I have that.

So what happened was Comcast did an audit and found out that we were not being charged for our cable [just our high speed internet] and when given the offer to pay $60/month for the honor of watching their stuff, my parents balked. Sigh. Gone are my late nights/early Saturday morning viewings of Daily Show and Colbert Report and cartoons. Gone are my leisurely Saturday mornings of Nickelodeon and Food Network, gone are my Family Guy mini-marathons and gone are my guilty pleasures on TLC: What Not to Wear, Jon and Kate plus 8 and Say Yes to the Dress [I KNOW…I can’t believe I watch that last one too. That’s my real guilty pleasure].

And I don’t get to watch college football either! I’ll have to wait for the afternoon games on ABC but I’m usually gone by then! Sigh. And it’s not like I’ll be any more productive with the cable out of my room. I do still have my Internet and my uncanny ability to waste away entire days doing all kinds of nonsense stuff. I know people live quite happy and fulfilling lives without cable, the bf is one of them, but you know what? I’m not and I’m not afraid or ashamed to admit that either. If anything I need it on for background noise at least.

But I need it. No, strike that, I NEED IT. Like a fish needs water. Like a polar bear needs ice. Like a Talda needs food.

And we all know how much I need food.

I hear whispers of people getting around the ways and keeping the special promo rate months after it expires. How is that even possible?

So until I figure out what to do I’ll be cableless in California. Because I’m too lazy to walk downstairs to watch TV. Besides, that’s where my dad is most of the time watching that “fair and balanced news station that is deluded into thinking that they’re actually fair and balanced” and I become physically irritated after prolonged exposure. That, my friends, is bad thing.

I know it’s not the end of the world to not have cable, but it just sucks that the other options are severely lacking. I wish there were more competition within the area so prices wouldn’t have to be so stupid high. I mean, $60+ and I’m not getting a SINGLE movie channel? That’s ridiculous!

Stupid Comcast.

Feeling apathetic much?

I am glad that it’s finally Wednesday. Wednesdays are the best because it’s the middle of the week and it’s downhill from here. Next thing we’ll know, it’s Friday and payday and I’m off spending a small portion of it picking up my supplies for my craft project. YES!

That and we’ll be that much closer to finishing off all this election nonsense. Even though I already voted [yay for absentee ballots!] I wish I could just turn everything off and not worry about it anymore…despite the fact that I religiously tune into the Daily Show and the Colbert Report just about every night. But that’s different.

Speaking of which, the bf has taken it upon him self to catch up on watching The Office. I don’t know if it’s because he’s heard it was good or because I tend to wax poetic about it [or that I told him that it was good and he should watch it] but either way, he’s been watching and I’m excited because that means once he’s through season 4 and caught up on season 5 we can watch future episodes together! It was cute listening to him opine about Jim and Pam and then cheer for Pam and Roy once Jim put the moves on Pam [that goes against all of his relationship rules] and then came to understand why Roy was just a bad choice to begin with.

And another show that I want to catch up on is Mad Men. You know the one about the 1960s [I think] ad agency. That’s right up my alley. I saw one episode and was hooked but I keep skipping over the new episodes because I want to watch the older seasons first. I’ll have to get on that sometime. Maybe over the Thanksgiving break.

I have a lot to do over that break, most of all eat but I also need to re-upload my cds to my iTunes that were wiped clean when my computer was getting all crazy on me. Yeah, it’s been how many months and I haven’t done much with my music? For shame. Since it’s such a pain and a lot of effort for me to pick a cd and then manually put it into my cd player, I haven’t listened to anything. What kind of portrait did I paint for myself right now? I also need to find my glove [why is it that you always only lose one glove and not both?] and the sipper top thingy for my coffee cup thing. I’ve been trying to find those for almost two months now. Or possibly more. I can’t remember.

Is it Friday yet? No? Oh. What about now?

Just when I thought I knew everything…

Obviously, as I don’t live in a small town [and once lived in a big city...in San Francisco of all places! Egads!], am a minority and watches the Daily Show with Jon Stewart, that these factoids preclude me [and many, many others] from being considered as a “real American.” So, pertinent question for the populace: If I’m a “fake American” does that mean I don’t have to pay taxes anymore?

Man, I am loving this election race.

Left on the cutting room floor…

I missed the debates [again] but I did catch the last half hour of the replay on CNN and that little ticker thing on the bottom of the screen is distracting! I spent a lot of time watching that thing go up and down as each candidate was talking. Of course I was also distracted by the candidates’ body language.

I did listen to what the candidates said and I do find it funny that McCain still misconstrued Obama’s policies right after the man explained them and then later admonished Obama for “not paying attention.” Hilarious! Oh and did you like that joke about how McCain said Obama was running the most negative campaign? Sheer comedy. But to be honest McCain’s body language was screaming at me. He was visibly annoyed and exasperated with Obama’s responses…his eyes would pop open in disbelief or he’d shake his head and smirk and of course, both candidates tried to interrupt each other, which is annoying by itself. But really? All that extra nonsense does nothing to prove your point unless your point is that you’re a bit obnoxious. If that’s the case then well done sir! Mission accomplished!

Putting myself in the eyes of an undecided voter I would have to say that McCain did nothing to help his cause, in fact, he pretty much stabbed it in its back by his body language alone. What was with the extra theatrics? You can stay calm under and attack? Obama just sat there, smiled and shook his head. That’s it. He didn’t roll his eyes or look off at someone in the distance with a smirk. And then he wants to tax my health benefits? Excuse me what now? And this $5,000 tax credit to pay for insurance. A year? To buy my own health insurance? I mean, thank goodness my job pays most of mine [though the premiums are still expensive – I’m with my second choice of hospitals because the other option was just too much for me and I’d be a single-coverage!] but I don’t really get how this credit will help defray the cost especially when the premiums just increase all the time for crappy service.

Anywho, McCain focused too much time and energy telling me what was wrong with Obama and not enough to convince me why he was right. And what was with those strange beady little eyes of his? Scary. I still don’t really have a good grasp on what McCain has to offer but I do have a better understanding of Obama’s plans, flaws and all.

And this Joe the Plumber…it was cute the first time he was referenced but then it got annoying and then cute when Obama said hi and then right back into annoying. And then antagonistic. I mean, between Joe the Plumber [who is real] and Joe Six-Pack, can’t we refer to other Americans? What about Sue? Lindsey? Marcus? Monta? Seriously! There’s more to America than the middle part of the states.

Then there was education. All I know is that I have yet to meet a teacher who was in favor of the “No Child Left Behind” doctrine. In fact, that tends to elicit annoyed sighs more than anything else. And I will admit I’m not sure how I feel about the voucher and charter school business…it just seems like instead of trying to fix the problem at the public schools, they’re just trying to get us to focus on the newer schools instead of peering behind the curtain and then the publics fall farther and farther behind. I understand the need to foster competition in education but if some schools are still underserved and under funded, how can they be expected to compete? This is an honest and serious question: are the effects of autism in infants as drastic as they are in toddlers and young kids? And why did McCain say that Sarah Palin knows how it feels to deal with an autistic child? I thought her youngest had Downs. Which is so different! It’s almost as if McCain doesn’t even know his own running mate.

Oh wait…

Onto other things, like the Project Runway finale. Kind of disappointing and not enough drama for one thing. We all knew Kenley was going to be picked off, too little, too late so obviously it would have been between Korto and Leanne. I liked the styling of Leanne’s line and especially one of the pieces but my heart was after Korto’s line. I just loved the colors. And while I was happy either way, my heart broke to see Korto breaking down in the back room. Oh Korto! How I was pulling for you!

But I did see that “Oh crap…” look on Kenley when she heard that Tim Gunn was judging the final looks. Ha! Don’t you wish you were a bit more gracious in accepting criticism? I mean, how are you going to be mad at the people who are in the business? They’re only trying to help you realize your potential, lady. Better them and not the entire fashion industry. And then how will you pay your rent?

It may be a long while before the next season will be aired, seeing how it’s currently caught up in court. Sigh. Here’s hoping we get to see it…and that it’s more dramatic than this year’s.

How about I answer a question I totally just made up instead?

I didn’t get to watch much of the debate [again…and I’m missing the final once since I’ll be in church] but I did watch the very end and that apparently is enough for me to give you all my completely unqualified opinion of the candidates.

These are the things that bothered me [remember, I only watched like, 5 minutes of this thing]:

1) is McCain incapable of raising his arms higher than his shoulders? After a quick Google search, I found out that yes, he IS incapable of raising his arms higher than his shoulders because of old war injuries [from what I hear, he broke both arms in a plane crash and they were never set correctly during his POW captivity]. Good to know yet still slightly bothersome to me but hey, at least I know that there is a very good reason for it and not something stupid like overeager body building like someone else I know.

2) is there anyone else still wondering what it is the candidates don’t know and how they plan on learning it or did I just completely miss the answer? I was excited about this question though I figured that they would take it like a job interview [take a negative and spin it into a positive] but it was definitely a potentially interesting question. Well except that neither one of them even came near to answering the question. They came within sight of it, then danced around it for a little bit and then ran in the opposite direction! What is up with that?

3) and did anyone else notice at the end of the debate, while the candidates were wandering around greeting people that Michelle Obama actively greeted and talked to the audience while Cindy McCain basically followed John around the room and stood there and kinda of forced a smile every once and again? I don’t remember her talking to anyone besides Tom Brokow for a moment but she’d stand right behind her man and follow him wherever he went. I mean really, Cindy? Why couldn’t you shake a couple of hands? No one could give me an answer [as I shouted it back to the TV plenty of times].

And that’s pretty much the things that stuck in my mind and still do a day later. Do I know who won? Who did badly? What was said? No. Well, I did hear that McCain referred to Obama as “That one” in one point in time when spilling the beans on who voted for what, which, in my mind is incredibly hilarious because you just have to see the picture I envisioned but I can’t describe it so just trust me.

And while I’m kind of half-ranting, if I have to hear Palin refer to Joe Six-Pack and Hockey Moms I think I’m going to vomit a little. Since when were those symbols the average American? Joe Six Pack? Really? We’re a nation of drunkards? Or are we a nation of incredibly fit people? Because I wouldn’t mind a little four pack action for myself. She’s obviously not targeting me since I’m neither Joe Six Pack nor a Hockey Mom. I should though because I have disposable income! Oh wait, that’s why Madison Avenue wants me right? Got those mixed up.

I don’t want my President to spin homey folksy yarns for me. I want someone who is smarter than me because the roles and tasks of the President take an unprecedented amount of intelligence, either in learning the ins and outs of a particular issue or being smart enough to find the best people to figure it out and explain it to them. I don’t want someone who I can kick back with. I’m completely cool. If someone wants to hang out and wax philosophic about Gurren Lagaan or Family Guy, well, that person isn’t exactly what I’d like to think as presidential material.

I’m just saying is all.

I’m not biased, I’m just not interested

Okay, I will admit it: last night I watched the new incarnation of 90210.

And I didn’t like it.

I have loads of complaints, aside from the fact that I did watch it. But I blame that on Marilu for reminding me that it was on. And it’s not like I can really say anything because my taste for television shows are highly suspect but I did spend a good chunk of my years watching the original Beverly Hills, 90210. But it was at least watchable.

This? This was not.

It was great seeing Kelly and [finally] Brenda and Nat back on the screen but it would have been awesome to see the Peach Pit as the diner it used to be and not the slick fancy place it is now [whatever it is]. I actually cheered when I [finally] saw Brenda partly because I was so sick of the show that I was ready to abort the mission and go watch Family Guy again.

Here’s my host of issues with the show [but I must add that it was also great to see Aunt Becky again]:

1) It’s just like all the other shows

Flip through the channels and see what’s on, show after show of rich privileged kids. Where did this fascination come from? From My Super Sweet Sixteen, to Keeping up with the Kardashians to Gossip Girl to One Tree Hill to The Hills et al, all you see are these rich kids running amok just because they’re bored and have access to things. Doesn’t matter what thing; they can get it quickly and easily and without batting an eye. Someone get these kids a job.

They flaunt their money a lot harder than Steve Sanders ever could have and he drove a Ferrari to school. Wait, was it a Ferrari or was it another fancy car? I don’t remember. But these kids have parties right out of My Super Sweet Sixteen, drive Bentley’s to school [and can I say how passé that is? Really? A Bentley? And I’m supposed to be impressed? Puh-lease. Couldn’t you have gotten a fancier car? Whoa, look how completely jaded I’ve become with overexposure of Bentleys in rap videos] and have access to private jets. Jets? Steve Sanders never had a jet!

Not to say that the original wasn’t complete fluff but at least, for the most part, the kids were a bit more grounded in reality. It was definitely different than what was on the other stations in terms of content though. And they did tackle some real issues like date rape, breast cancer [remember…Brenda found that lump!], teen pregnancy, alcoholism and so forth. And weren’t all excited that Donna Martin graduated? I’m sure [if this series lasts that long…and I hope it doesn’t] that we wouldn’t be excited if any of the new kids graduates. I’ll be surprised if we’re still talking about this show in a few years period.

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