Lots of little boys wanted toy trains or cap guns or just for their father’s to pat them on the head and tell them, ‘We all make mistakes, son, I’ll gladly help you bury the body.’ All I ever wanted was a girlfriend, For Tuesday. And a different one on Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday. Somebody …
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It was an hour or so after dinner service had ended when murmurs started circulating around the ship that the Northern Lights had been spotted not too far from where we were currently sailing on the Norwegian Sea. It was the fourth night of a cruise on Hurtigruten (a passenger and freight line that has been voyaging up and down Norway's western coast since 1893); we had crossed the Arctic Circle heading south more 36 hours ago, so I had mostly given up hope that I would see the Northern Lights during this trip. We were too far down, and it was a fairly cloudy night—seeing the Lights seemed nearly impossible.
But I went up to the deck with my coat (it was February, and it was freezing) to join a dozen or so other chasers hoping that perhaps tonight would be the night. I stomped around trying to keep warm, feeling deliriously hopeful, nearing a level of desperation that could only be described as fanatical. The other passengers around me all had their giant National Geographic-approved cameras with them, taking practice shots at the sky—I had a cup of tea.
At first it was just a faint glimmer of light. No one knew what was happening, but everyone was atwitter that maybe we were seeing what we all wanted to see. Then the green came, and it started to dance. That's when the crew made the announcement that the Lights were out. And I burst into tears.
They never reached that impressive level that you see in pictures, when the sky resembles the manic medley of colors that you would normally only experience at an EDM concert. What I saw were soft shades of greens, maybe a bit of yellow, lightly flashing in the black sky.
They say that a cruise on the Hurtigruten is the world’s most beautiful voyage. When you get to experience the Northern Lights while you're on one of its ships, it's hard to argue against it. But even if you don't see the Lights (during the summer, you're treated to midnight suns instead), there's still plenty to support the claim. Hurtigruten's ships aren't massive (the largest can only accommodate 1,000 people), allowing them to easily navigate through coastal Norway's unique landscape. The craggy geography glaciers left behind has created topographical drama that plays a large role in why travelers are so taken by this journey. Imagine giant mountains with pointy peaks, tall waterfalls and islands everywhere.
As the ship sails along, it's one unforgettable sight after another. Take the Torghatten, a granite mountain with a hole in the middle of it. Legend has it that the troll Hestmannen was chasing after a beautiful girl, and when he realized he would not catch her, he shot an arrow. To save the girl, the troll-king Sømna threw his hat to block the shot. The hat, according to legend, is now the mountain and the hole the arrow made is the hole that you see.
Most Hurtigruten ships have a panorama lounge outfitted with floor-to-ceiling windows, here you'll have to compete for seats; the world's most beautiful voyage doesn't come without its fans.
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Ms. Clements can seriously bust a move! She kept right up with her students. I wonder if she ever hits the clubs, just to get her groove on? If I could dance like this, then I would- LOL!
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As you can hear in the video, the kids started cheering as soon as she took to the floor. I don’t blame them: she did an amazing job! Make sure you watch until the end for her final move: it’s quite something :). Check out the video below:
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Jackie Siegel, the gold digging blossom of Florida and star of the documentary The Queen of Versailles, and her millionaire timeshare mogul husband David Siegel lost their 18-year-old daughter Victoria Siegel on Saturday. The coroner hasn’t determined her cause of death and is waiting for toxicology results, but the Siegel family told the media that she was fighting a pill addiction and went to rehab to deal with it. Victoria’s funeral was on Tuesday and after pictures of Jackie outside of the church in Orlando ended up on the Internet and TV, people threw shit at her for taking cell phone pics of the casket and smiling while done up in Gabi Grecko-approved ho shit funeral attire. Jackie’s rep released a statement to UsWeekly today where they said that while some people deal with sadness and loss by crying and such, Jackie deals with hers differently.
“People deal with grief differently. Mrs. Siegel is grieving as we all are. I have been with the family starting from the very first moment they learned of Victoria’s death and I can tell you that she has cried … a lot …and has been on an emotional roller[coaster]. There is no authoritative manual that tells us how to grieve. The entire family has been sleeping together in the large family room of the house since this horrible tragedy happened. They are talking together, crying together and caring for and loving each other. The family has been through a terrible tragedy and had been hurt enough and the way Mrs Siegel is being portrayed by some in the media is just adding additional pain not only to her but the entire family.”
If you watched Jackie in the Queen of Versailles and on Wife Swap, you know that the ensemble she wore to the funeral is pretty conservative for her. She’s usually wearing something that would make Carolina Herrera clutch, pull off and stomp on her pearls. Also, I’ve never been to a funeral where someone took pictures of the casket, but I have been to a funeral where several people took pictures with the body in the coffin. This way long before Selfies at Funerals. I mean, they got in there and went for it. While that was happening, my tia, who was sitting next to me, leaned over and whispered words of wisdom into my ear. She said, “They’re tacky, but don’t judge them.”
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Believe it or not, I haven’t read any X-Men gay fan fic, but I have a feeling (and a tingle) that this is how many of them start.
You know how some chicks make out in front of dudes, because it’s hot or whatever? Well, the come-to-life friendship bracelet that is Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart gave us a kissing show at the premiere of Mr. Holmes in London yesterday. You can pretty much hear the crowd shouting, “Now take off your tops!”
That little hand belongs to Sir Patrick’s wife Sunny Ozell, but that little hand is really all of us. We’re all grabbing Sir Ian while asking if we can get in on some of that G-rated Lemon Party fun. No, I don’t want to get between that bromance of all bromances. But I do want Kitty Pryde to grab my head and send my consciousness into the past so that I can watch young Magneto (Michael Fassbender) and young Professor X (James McAvoy) do this while I scream “TONGUE! TONGUE!” over and over again.
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