Coldplay + Rihanna = Seriously?

Coldplay is letting people stream one song per day off of their new album, Mylo Xyloto, until it comes out next Tuesday.  This morning the featured track is a song called “Princess of China”, which features…Rihanna.  Seriously.  Go here to listen for yourself.

The sound of the song is much like Coldplay’s new single “Paradise”, with a heavier beat than they’ve featured on previous albums.  I really like this new direction for Coldplay, even though they are lightyears away from the sound of their first few albums, which were much slower and very piano-heavy.  That being said, I feel like, on the surface, Rihanna and Coldplay go together like Lindsay Lohan and moderation.  They are such an odd combo, and yet, it kind of works in this case.  Probably because the melody is classic Coldplay/Chris Martin, and Rihanna doesn’t riff on it at all.  Good call, girlfriend.

I’m assuming that the decision to feature Rihanna on this track was based on Chris Martin’s bromance with Jay Z, who also happens to be Rihanna’s mentor.  I guess it was a good call.  I also wonder if Beyonce and/or Gwyneth are jealous that they weren’t picked?  At the very least, it got a lot of people, including yours truly, to wonder, Rihanna and Coldplay? Seriously?  But I’m on board with this.  As long as there isn’t a remix album.

My only concern is that such a pop-heavy collaboration will alienate other faithful Coldplay fans.  I’m fine with it, but I certainly don’t speak for the masses.  We’ll have to wait and see.

Here are a few stills from the shooting of the video for Coldplay’s “Paradise” which should be out in a couple of days.  I am SO EXCITED to see the final cut.  Coldplay dressed as elephants.  Lurve it.  (Click on each photo to enlarge.  It’s worth it.)


Are You Sure I Have Thin Hair?

If fine, thin, flat hair has a poster child, I am it.  I’m like the Gerber Baby of the follically challenged.  In case you are wondering, as most hairstylists do:

  • Yes, it’s always been this way.
  • No, I’m not on some weird medication that made my hair like this.
  • Yes, all of my sisters have lustrous heads of hair.
  • No, you can’t call all of the other stylists over to feel my head.
  • Yes, I’ve tried Nioxin and it made my hair smell like a haystack.
  • No, I will not tie it up in a silk scarf while I sleep to prevent further thinning; my anti-grinding mouthguard is enough of a turnoff to my husband as it is.

That’s really me with my older sister, circa 1986, probably.

Thus, I am constantly on the lookout for products that can beef up my mane.  I’ve tried pretty much ever mousse available at major retailers, I’ve splurged on the fancy stuff from my hair salon, and I’ve tried three different root lifting foams, but they all fail me in some way, whether by making my hair crunchy and stiff or by being discontinued completely (happens a lot).

Recently I had two different friends preach the benefits of one volumizing product in particular: Bumble & Bumble Thickening Spray.  One of said friends had a spare bottle and gave it to me to try, and I have to say, so far I love it.  It gives me volume and keeps my hair soft and light without making it crunchy or weird!  It’s definitely more amped up volume-wise.  Another plus: you don’t have to get your hands all gunked up like you do when applying mousse.  Just spray it in and blow dry and you’re done.  As far as I can tell, there is no trace of it when I run my fingers through my hair.  It is awesome.  So far.  Sometimes these love affairs are fleeting.

At $26 per bottle, it sure ain’t cheap, but French people spend something like $100,000 on beauty products in their lifetime, so I figure one little bottle of this stuff every once in a while still won’t put me in that ballpark.  I’ll indulge in this one splurge, and continue to cut corners on things like wine and oil changes.  10,000 miles is the new 3,000 miles, am I right?

My Love Affair With Pad Thai

I stopped at Tin Drum to grab some takeout at lunch today, because it’s Friday and I wanted to have a mini-celebration at my desk, alone.  While waiting for my food, I looked into the dining room and saw this:

Fancy metal chairs!  Just one of the many reasons that Tin Drum rocks my world.

Another reason: To skip the line, you can submit your order on an iPad (what?) that sits next to the register.  Fancy enough, except also!  You can select the healthy menu, pick your concern (calories, carbs, protein, balance) and then pick your calories range.  I chose 400-500 calories (I was feelin’ frisky) and low and behold, Chicken Pad Thai popped up as an option.  HOLD THE PHONE.

Tin Drum Chicken Pad Thai is my favorite takeout food of all time.  The love affair started when I was in college and would eat it on a regular basis, but once I was out of school and a real, food-conscious adult, I figured that the Pad Thai was probably extremely unhealthy, and I should eat it sparingly throughout the rest of my life.  But apparently we have a future after all.  Although, that 400-500 is probably calories per serving, meaning I’m only supposed to eat 1/3 of my plate, or something…we’ll see how that goes.

Special shout out also goes to the inimitable crap Crab N Cheese Spring Roll.  Hubba hubba.

Pilot Review: Ringer, aka I Want Buffy Back

Ringer is the new CW show starring Sarah Michelle Gellar as twins, one who is a gritty drug-using ex-stripper and the other a bitchy Manhattan socialite.  I’m going to recap the Pilot episode for anybody who cares.  You’ll know by the end of this post if I intend to keep watching this show or not.  I was a rabid Buffy fan, so I hope this show lives up to SMG’s standards.  Here goes nothing!

*SPOILERS BELOW, obviously.  This is a recap after all.*

Creepy warehouse, preppy SMG creeping around.  Everybody who had that boombox in the 90’s knows that if she’d really bumped into it like that, she would’ve popped open the CD player, not turned it on.

SMG says she is Bridget as if she’s not sure which twin she’s currently playing.  Requisite I can’t handle my family joke, har har har!  Oooh hot AA sponsor.  She looks strung out, not tired.  They flirt over cookies.

Double Nickel Motel.  That’s not obvious at all.  Bridget is a witness to a crime, and Ageless Richard Alpert is going to protect her.  Oh!  Stripper dismemberment murder trial.  I take it Bridget was a stripper then?  Her bodyguard is a tad bit lurky-creepy.  Oh snap, Bridget is gone and her bodyguard is tied up in the bathroom.

Clean cut SMG hangs at a local bar.  Is it Siobhan?  That cop seriously freaked the eff out when the fancy twin forgot her wallet.  Sisters see each other for the first time in 6 years at a bus stop.  Not cliché at all.  Fancy contemporary house on the beach, lots of Parent Trap twinsies going on.  Fancy sis’s husband doesn’t know about the bad twin.  That’s 2 Lost references now.  Bridget is apologizing for *something* to do with *someone* named Sean.  If this is anything like Lost, we’ll find out in another 6 years.

Bridget and her sponsor were *close* but not that close because he doesn’t know where she is.  They need her to testify as the sole witness to a murder or the stripper killer goes free.

WORST.  EFFECTS.  EVER.  I realize it’s probably hard to replicate a motorboat ride, but this is awesomely bad.  Bridget used to strip but now she waitresses.  To put herself through college, probably.  All of a sudden Bridget is waking up alone in said boat.  That was fast.  We’re 10 minutes in and Siobhan already went overboard.

Commercial #1!

Wide shot of the Empire State Building, fancy sister gets back from the Hamptons.  Which sister is it?  I’m already confused, which doesn’t bode well.  It takes a special kind of douche to see a giant painting of their face every time they walk in the door.  The guy from Fantastic Four is British?  That’s unexpected.  Bridget calls hot sponsor and tells him that Siobhan committed suicide and she took her place.  She’s the only one who knows, except for hot sponsor now.  She hangs up when Sexy Stranger appears on the street, she gets in bed, hubby looks uber confused.

If were pretending to be your twin who just killed herself, wouldn’t you cancel all of your appointments, so as to avoid awkward IS THAT BLOSSOM?!  No.  Never mind.  Alt-Blossom thinks her husband is having an affair…is her husband Sexy Stranger?

Opera, more bad graphics, more SS lurking around.  Briobhan orders water from her now doting husband, and SS is getting uber obvious.  SS ambush-kisses her.

Commercial #2!

SS and Briobhan have a super awkward conversation about how they’ve been affairing forever and haven’t seen each other in a week.  SS wants to see her again soon and she’s trying to get out of it but she sucks at it.  Uncomfortableness for everyone.

Husband and wife aren’t “cool,” he was pretending to love her for appearance’s sake.  Hubby is playing by Siobhan’s rules.  Briobhan wants to quit the games and be nice for real.  Hubs asks her who she is.  DUN DUN DUN.  Hubs loves the new relaxed Siobhan but he doesn’t believe that it’s real.  Burrrrrn.

According to the picture in the jewelry box, Mystery Sean is Siobhan’s presumed son.  I’m assuming Bridget accidentally killed him?  Now…Briobhan is at AA?  WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?!?

Briobhan comes home to teenage sex, I’m guessing that’s her stepdaughter because kid HATES Briobhan, something about boarding school…girl is super bitchy on the house phone (house phone?) when it rings.  She buzzes someone in.  IT’S RICHARD ALPERT!  Score.

Commercial #3.

Alpert asks Briobhan if she’s ever been to Wyoming, clearly he thinks she’s Siobhan.  They go to the park and talk.  Briobhan doesn’t tell her that she’s…well, Bridget.

Creepy stripper murderer is not doing a very good job of creeping while watching hot sponsor.

Alt-Blossom tells Briobhan that she doesn’t know who her husband is creeping around with.  Lots of creeping on this show.  Briobhan then goes to meet SS, but just to talk, to try to talk him out of the affair they’ve been having.

Hubs is yelling at stepdaughter for something.  She leaves.  Briobhan gets a call from a doctor that tells her she’s 4 weeks preggo, presumably with SS’s baby.  Probably not her husband’s.  Whoops.

Commercial #4!  Or maybe 5?  I might have forgotten one.  Sidenote, I’d rather be watching Nikita.

The baby IS Sexy Stranger’s.  He wants Briobhan to leave hubs for him, or they’re over.  She says they’re over.

Stepdaughter got kicked out of boarding school for coke.  If she got kicked out for coke…then why didn’t they confiscate the coke?  Briobhan says stepdaughter can’t stay there, because obvs, she has some sweet drugs and Bridget has no willpower.

Alt-Blossom asks Briobhan to meet her at the loft because she knows who SS is having the affair with.  And now homeslice is creeping around, ready to kill Briobhan, and we’re back to the opening scene.  Fight ensues, you have the wrong girl, but who is he looking for?  Briobhan says she’s not Bridget and shoots homeslice.  But he had a picture of Siobhan in his pocket.  So Gemma tried to get Siobhan killed.

PAN TO REAL SIOBHAN.  She wanted Bridget killed?  And wanted to make it look like SHE’D been killed?  But Siobhan doesn’t know that Bridget is a wanted woman, so if fake Siobhan/real Bridget is dead then everyone will think that real Siobhan is real Bridget, who is currently missing…my brain hurts.

I’m still undecided.  This would probably be less confusing if I hadn’t also watched the pilot for ABC Family’s The Lying Game, which is pretty much the same show set in high school.  If you watched it, what did you think of Ringer?

Things That Make You Go Hmmm…VMAs Edition

Admittedly, I didn’t watch all of the VMAs.  I tuned in just in time to see Beyonce perform, drop the mic, rip off her tuxedo jacket, and cradle her baby bump.  I was ecstatic until I realized that everyone already knew, thanks to the pre-show reveal.  I think it would have been cooler if she hadn’t spilled the beans earlier in the night.  Oh well.

Anyway, from the recaps I’ve seen/heard, here are some things that are making me wonder what is happening with the world.

Lady Gaga, who looks like that guy who used to date Christina Ricci (is he ever going to do better than that?):

Britney Spears, trembling at the thought of kissing Lady Gaga in drag.  Just once I would like to hear Britney not read from a teleprompter, just to see if the hamsters in her head are still running in their wheels.

Adele, who can do no wrong, except in the fingernail department.  Is this a case of unfortunate nail polish, or scary franken-nails?

Nikki Minaj.  YES to all of this.  Is that a tail made of stuffed animals?  And a glittery SARS mask?  If I ever get to attend an awards show, I’m going to duplicate this.

Beyonce’s baby bump.  Woot woot!  That kid is going to be pop culture royalty.

Was the snake Justin Bieber’s subtle personal tribute to Britney Spears?  Or was he just being creepy?

Anything that I missed?

The Millenium Triology Messes with my Head

A month or so ago I was at the grocery store waiting for a prescription (thanks, bronchitis!), and I impulsively bought The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo in paperback, because I needed a new book to read, and the American movie version is coming out in December and is supposed to be a super big deal, so I wanted to be prepared.

I read Dragon Tattoo in a matter of days.  It was suspenseful, cohesive, and kept me entertained for every second (although I would’ve been lost without the family tree in the front of the book).  It ended with some great closure: mystery solved, everyone goes about their day.  I loved it, so I quickly bought the second book in the trilogy, The Girl Who Played with Fire, which I finished last night.

All I have to say is, WTF Stieg Larsson!  (Bless his soul.)

Being a trilogy, I just assumed that the 2nd and 3rd books would follow the format of the 1st, with a mystery throughout that is neatly solved in the final pages.  BUT NO!  The 2nd book ended on a hell of a cliffhanger.  I was PISSED.  When I slammed the book down on my nighstand at 11:00 p.m., hubs was like, what is wrong with you?  After 700 pages of suspense, the book just STOPS.  And yes, I realize that the 3rd book is already published, I just have to go buy it to get the last bit of the story.  But I’m bummed.  I wanted a 3rd mystery.  And now I’m assuming that the 3rd book is just the conclusion of the 2nd one.

I hope I’m wrong.

I love reading fiction because it’s an escape from every day life.  It’s pretty much all I will read in my leisure time.  The last fictional book my husband read was The Da Vinci Code.  Otherwise he’s reading books about the economy, philosophy, business…zzzzzzoh sorry I fell asleep there for a second.  I tried to coax him into reading Dragon Tattoo when I was done with it, but describing it in an appealing way was sort of difficult.  It’s intense, and at times uncomfortable and gory, but it’s just a super cool murder mystery novel.  If you want to read something that makes you feel smart but isn’t difficult to comprehend, read this trilogy.