another Mad night

Before the New York Magazine article, my writer sister has already alerted me through my Facebook wall about the works of this talented New York lady on Flickr. She captures immortal scenes from the beloved cult series down to it's essence. She might as well have pinned down every Mad Men fanatic and dissected their brain with a laser and looked into that smoky corner in their cerebrum where they hold Sterling Cooper dear.

I, of course, have the Twistin' Peggy from the Hobo Code and this eerily familiar set-up from the pilot with Ms. Olson and a not so noble physician. I have not been a fan of Betty Draper until Season Two when I've finally decided that January Jones may just be an actress to reckon with. Check out Dyna Moe's punk-rock take on everyone's favorite Nordic model-turned-homemaker. Ah, how's about Joan Hollaway? To adore the redheaded office Marilyn is a given.

Rumor alert! A certain gun-toting, former beauty queen Republican running for VP may just be in next Saturday's SNL and may be running into Donald Draper. Hmmm, I can envision a Bobbie Barrett kind of scenario ala The Benefactor ep. I'm sure they have a lot in common. Really.

dawn can decide

Well, I'm going through the 80's revival still with my dignity intact and have not given into squeezing my lard ass into this. Oh you poor kiddies in full on 80's headbands, leg warmers and iridescent-colored leggings. You'd have to figure out for yourself how to justify those to the grandbabies.

Now here comes the 90's. I'm emotionally not over 1995 so this won't be much of a stretch. I have my Chucks and my Docs patiently stored away waiting for their moment in the sun instead of being conversation pieces in one of my outfits. I honestly miss the baby dolls, granny clothes, and the the flannel, oh the flannel. Ratty wide-leg denims have advance order wait-lists with (in the state of the global economy,) rather obscene price tags. Ah, irony. So '94. 

As for accessorizing, my angst is so well and intact, it's practically vintage. So bring on the pain, purveyors of IN. While you're at it, how's about a Soundgarden reunion? "Won't you come, won't you come..."  

more Fey, yay to the Queen, Marky Mark, & PBS

I was working Saturday night but I did get to catch this opening clip while transfusing PRBC at one of my darling ladies' bedside.

 

I caught these other two clips from the NBC website the next day. The first one is spoof of my favorite underwear-modelling, "little brother". Wink, wink to my fellow New Kids fans.

The second one is dedicated (warm fuzzies & all) to my two sisters and befittingly, our parents who had never resorted to whoring us out despite our many talents and my incessant whinings to join Little Miss Philippines  and Binibining Agham (Miss Science). I ran for the Senate seat in my Catholic high school with nary a beauty title, except maybe Miss Grade One and failed attempts to get past the talent portion of Miss Future Homemakers of the Philippines (my talent was to beat the shit out of a boy. Yeah, seriously!). Thanks, Nay & Tay.