Yes, I turned 25 this week. I don't know why turning 25 is so much weirder than 24, but it totally, totally is.

The best part of birthday dinners with my family is that my dad usually drinks some wine and ends up saying something hilarious. After we'd had dinner (and a couple of bottles of wine), we were sitting around talking, and we ended up on the subject of my parents' old friend Katherine (for whom I am named) who died the year I was born.

Me: You know, I don't actually know what she looked like.
Dad: I have a picture of her somewhere, but not here. But she was about 5'7" or 5'8", really skinny, with blonde hair.
Me: So I am her exact double, is what you're saying.
Dad: Well, she got a lot chunkier before she died.
Me: ...Thanks?
Dad: OH CRAP NO, THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT.
Me: Have some more wine, dad.

Most people might find this insulting, but I think it's such a wonderful foot-in-mouth moment that I think it's hilarious instead.

I don't update Pshaw as much anymore, as you may have noticed. However, if you're really itching to read my incoherent babbling, you can read the blog I have at work: TV Casualty. I update three to five times a WEEK instead of a year. I know. I'm scared, too.

Samuel Philip Shulman, born April 10, 2008.

From the Us Weekly website:

Phil: Your boyfriend totally got a 99% on Wave of Mutilation on medium.
Kat: Do me.
Phil: Singing and playing guitar at the same time. Like a grownup.
Kat: Stop it, I can't handle the sudden wave of desire.

Phil: It's going to cost a lot of money to ship all my books.
Kat: You should just burn them.
Phil: That's my college graduate.
Kat: Excuse me?
Phil: Sorry, university graduate.
Kat: That's better. I am a university graduate, but I am a college dropout. I didn't spend half an hour dropping out of Humber to be called a college graduate, thankyouverymuch.

First, watch this.

A conversation from 2002 between Remy Shand and his then-wife, Maiko.

Remy: Baby!
Maiko: What, honey?
Remy: I did it. I did it! I got a recording contract!
Maiko: Oh my God! That's amazing! I'm so proud of you.
Remy: I'm going on tour and everything. You should come be my back-up singer.
Maiko: um... honey, I already have a job. I am part of SUGAR JONES, thankyouverymuch.
Remy: Right. Right. I understand. You don't love me.
Maiko: Ugh. Can we NOT do this? For fucking ONCE?
Remy: No, I totally understand. Your lame, manufactured pop group is more important than your self-made, soulful HUSBAND.
Maiko: Ugh. FINE. I will quit the band. I will tour with you and be your back-up singer. Can you shut up now?
Remy: Mm. I love you, baby. So much.
Maiko: Yeah.
Remy: But, baby, I've got more good news.
Maiko: Oh, Jesus fuck.
Remy: We're making a music video. And I want you to be in it.
Maiko: I was already IN a music video. For SUGAR JONES. "Days Like That," hello?
Remy: No, but this time, you'll be, like, the ONLY ONE to focus on. Or, like, one of TWO, at most.
Maiko: ...I guess that's still an improvement.
Remy: YEAH it is! Because I LOVE you.
Maiko: Uh huh.
Remy: So you're going to be the sexy, mysterious girl who is dancing sexily throughout the video.
Maiko: That doesn't sound so bad.
Remy: It's gonna be awesome! I even brought home your costume.
Maiko: ...What the fuck is this?
Remy: It's an electric blue satin headscarf! Put it on!
Maiko: I am not putting this on.
Remy: YOU DON'T LOVE ME.
Maiko: Fine, Jesus, it's on... I... I guess I can deal with this.
Remy: No, no, BABY, there is MORE.
Maiko: Of fucking course there is.
Remy: What sexy, mysterious girl would be complete without... wait for it...
Maiko: ...
Remy: ...A T-shirt with a giant CAT FACE SILK SCREENED ON THE FRONT. BOOYAH.
Maiko: No. NO.
Remy: What? What's wrong?
Maiko: Who the fuck would wear this? WHO THE FUCK WOULD WEAR THIS, REMY?
Remy: Oh, I don't know, I thought MY LOVING WIFE WOULD WEAR IT BECAUSE SHE LOVES ME BUT I GUESS SHE DOESN'T BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T BELIEVE IN MY DREAM.
Maiko: You're not going to shut up until I wear it.
Remy: Probably not.
Maiko: Fine.
Remy: I love you.
Maiko: I gave up Sugar Jones for you, you know.
Remy: Don't worry, baby. The only thing that will last longer than my music career is our love.

Labels: days like that, maiko, remy shand, sugar jones, take a message for my love

With Valentine's Day just around the corner, Phil made a little something. Of course, he didn't make it for me.



It's good to know where his priorities lie.

From back when I deliriously posted about it, here are the photos I took with my phone: