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Veronica Mars Movie: Back, Back, Back it Up!

Veronica Mars is the epitome of the female I aim to be: courageous, fierce, witty, quick on her feet, and humble enough to call for Backup if she needs it.

I’m sure you’ve heard all the hubbub around the Veronica Mars’ movie Kickstarter Campaign. If you haven’t—well, I hope that rock was comfortable to sleep under.

The whole shebang ends today, as in, today is the last day to pledge to fund the movie. And because I love the whole “Veronica Mars” series so very much (I mean, I am a Nancy Drew zealot, what did you expect?), I think every single one of you should spend a buck and pledge for this project. It will be the best dollar you’ve ever spent, I kid you not.

Can't believe the Veronica Mars Movie is happening. Pop POP.

Can’t believe the Veronica Mars movie is happening. Pop POP.

Am I backer? Well, of course. I’m at the $75 level, so I’ll be getting a buttload of Marshmallow news and swag (aka a script, a DVD of the movie, and a t-shirt). I WISH I could go to the premiere—either in Los Angeles or Austin, but of course, I’m not a rich bitch.

Here’s another reason to love Veronica. She sticks up for the little guys:

Veronica

Veronica: Well, I want to congratulate you. Shake your hand. Congratulations! You’ve been named the world’s biggest cockroach. This award is given in recognition of your unparalleled lack of decency and humanity. Bravo! You’re gonna die friendless and alone.
Lenny: Hey, everybody knows you’re the biggest —
Veronica: Shut up! If I want you to speak, I’ll wave a snausage over your nose. If you use Mandy again to try to convince yourself that you’re not a loser, I will ruin your life — got it? You got it?

I started re-watching the series with the boyfriend a month or so ago, so all of this movie momentum couldn’t have come at a better time. So effing excited.

And of course, all of this almost matches my uncontainable excitement for Arrested Development coming up on Netflix next month.  I wonder what other of my fave shows will resurrect . . .

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I am a big, fat liar…

… And I actually just watched the Frankie Muniz movie last week as well, so what a coinky-dink.

But seriously, I suck.

I haven’t had time to post in the past month, and kind of got wrapped up in my own shit, that I forgot about what I actually care about.

Here’s an update on my life since I’ve posted last:

1. I now have a fake tooth. Please, please contain your excitement, it’s not even that cool. Okay, it’s pretty cool, but not high-five worthy. Apparently my sweet tooth had too much decay, so they had to saw it down and create a new one out of porcelain. The punchline: I was half-asleep when they did it and woke up mid-way, long enough to feel my tooth half gone. Dazed and confused, I had a mild freak-out and gently fell back asleep. I guess I learned my lesson. Oh yeah, and I also had to get 9 fillings in 4-hours. My poor dentaduras.

2. I got an internship with Texas Monthly. Mel, you sly, sly dog. After interviewing with them two years ago and being shunned for an editorial position, they invited me back to interview for a Digital Department internship. As in web stuff. As in stuff I wants to do. Take that, non-believers!

3. I’m a huge fan of Veronica Mars. Not only is VM underrated, it pulled an Arrested Development and was canceled after the 3rd season. Still, the show follows Veronica on her quest to find the killer of her BFF. It’s a crazy, 21-epi whodunnit. And probably one of the wittiest show I’ve ever caught on Netflix.

4. Sia is still amazing. Twenty-three years since the start of career, and SIA has still got it. Her most recent tunes that’ve been stuck in my head include “Clap Your Hands” and “Bring Night,” from her recent album, We Are Born. The bubbly, electro-gum drop beats makeup for the inaudible lyrics. But believe me, it’s  terribly addicting.

5. I am now officially a senior. And i’m inching closer and closer to the real world. If only the real world was more like The Real World. I too would be famous for about 3 seconds, and after inflating/flaunting my personal issues on the tele, I can tour b-rated clubs, scrounging around for an actual career. Le sigh.

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