Remember that episode of Seinfeld ,“The Marine Biologist?” When they mentioned how great it is when something comes full circle. It started with Kramer hitting Titleist golf balls on the beach into the ocean. George keeps lying about his job when he is called upon to use his nonexistent marine biology skills to save a beached whale. The episode ends with George's dramatic retelling of his struggle with the whale, ultimately revealing that the whale's blowhole had been blocked by a Titleist golf ball. I mention this episode for a reason and I’ll get to that soon.
I started thinking of this post about a week ago after a huge argument I got into with my husband. “The sea husband was angry that day, my friends... Like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli.” Like most of the arguments we have, this one stemmed from my over-obbsessiveness about “certain” things. And “why can’t you be more ‘normal’ and hang out with ‘real people’ instead of living a fantasy life?“ “Why do you spend so much time on the internet stalking Robert ‘Patterson’ (that’s what Mr. Cupcake he calls him) -And : “Ooooh, Rob got a haircut, Rob took a walk, Rob took a shower, Rob took a shit.” “Why don’t you do something productive once in a while”, yada yada yada….
So I start question my “Robsession.” And am I really going overboard? I mean, I don’t think so. I really don’t look at the minute details of his life do I? I was going to write a post defending myself about NOT doing any of those things.
And then the week started.
On Wednesday, there was an awesome video posted on ROBsessed by Biel with the Amy Whinehouse song, “Rehab.” No-no-no, I don’t want anything to change. I like being addicted to Rob. It’s really awesome! If you haven't already, you should watch it. He is my fix.
Then, we got some more tasty pictures of the Eclipse meadow scene. Just a tiny taste.
The very same day we got some Remember Me stills. Yummy, even better.
Oh, well would you look at that…
In the back of my head I hear a very annoying voice saying (sarcastically) “Rob took a shower”
Whatever. Because what I found most disturbing about seeing this picture was the fact that I didn’t really focus on a wet Rob. I didn’t even focus on his very long fingers poking Emilie de Ravin in the tit. Or, wow, they need to get out of those wet clothes and start bangin soon!
No. All I saw was the grime and mildew on the grout. I was completely cockblocked by my phobia of dirty, germy bathrooms. All I wanted to do was shoe Rob and Emilie away and spray down the stall with Tilex. That’s sad.
Here’s where it starts going downhill.
Rob bought underwear.
And we all stopped and took notice!
Moon and UC broke it down “Vanity Fair” style perfectly over on Letters to Rob. It was AWESOME! I knew it was coming and couldn’t wait. We all questioned, where he shopped, what kind he bought~ boxers? briefs? Rio cut (shudder)?, what size he bought, where he ate his lunch?
Okay just a tiny bit obsessive. But still within the “normal” range.
We were hit with some "Remember Me” scenes.
Rob looks confused when she orders dessert first. Awww.
Dessert first then Lamb Vindaloo.
Were they out of Mushroom Ravioli?
mmmm, wet limp noodles
Then “it” hit the fan.
Just a few harmless BelAmi set pictures. Awww Rob is really cute in period clothes. Awww, Rob is really cute with the dog. Awww, Rob is really hot when he smokes.
And then the hole in one….
I hear that sarcastic voice again…
“ooooh Rob took a shit”
…and we all “obsessed” over it.
And we are full circle
lol!! thanks for the shout-out!!
ReplyDeletep.s. i lurv me some seinfeld. not in an RPatts-y/Twilight way, but still a LOT.
: )