It was time for me to really concentrate on the movie list & watch Paper Moon. I know this movie won several awards, so it wasn’t a part of the bad Gilmore movie nights. I avoided this movie from the 70’s because it was from the 70’s. I hate the faded colors of the 70’s movies. Plus, I can never tell if the men are supposed to be good looking or not, so it’s hard to tell who might be a love interest.

I started the movie & was pleasantly surprised to not have the faded color, but I just couldn’t watch it because it was from the 70’s & for all I knew they were going to fade into that horrible color at any moment. I think I maybe have just created a new phobia, I hope they don’t name it after me.

If I’m going to be a Gilmore Girl, I have to have a Paris to be my foil, challenge me, make me look sweet by comparison. Look, you have to like me people, I’m not nearly as annoying as that girl. Unfortunately, all of my friends are nice.

So I went on a quest to find my very own Paris. I spent some time in the reference section of the bookstore because that’s where it seems like Paris would hang out, but I was in a chain bookstore & I didn’t know if she’d be there. I checked to see if anyone was yelling at the customer service people or saying “This is my natural speaking voice.” I live in a small town so I’m always on the lookout for hungry reporters trying to find the seedy underbelly. “Stars Hollow doesn’t have a seedy underbelly.”

I’m thinking that maybe I’ll just set up some kind of complicated chart system & see who stops to look at it. I really have to find a Paris, otherwise it means that I AM the Paris of my own world, & I just can’t have that.

There’s something that I disagree with the Gilmores about. Shocking, I know. I had hoped that I would never see this day. Usually, I come around to their way of thinking, but not this time.

It happened during the B&B episode. The Gilmores had finally braved the B&B lobby because of their weakness for scones. There is a huge cultural difference here. I live in Utah & once had a conversation like this with from someone back east “No, a scone is fry bread. Ummm fry bread? It’s like umm a scone”. So the confused party looked up scone online & brought me a picture of something that looked like a muffin. A scone is not a muffin.

Anyways, on the show they were eating the muffin scone impostors that look like this:

Actually a scone is bread that is fried. It is yummy. It looks like this:

This pretty much ensures that I will never move east. All because of the scones. What do scones look like in your area?

I’ve been unsuccessful at finding a show to replace Gilmore Girls. I can’t even find a show to take away the stinging pain & deep sense of loss. However, if we’re talking pure wpm (words per minute as Paris calls it), I may have found a match. After I watch a few hours of the Gilmore Girls, I notice that I start talking really fast. It’s fun to watch people try & keep up with my conversation. If my stories are boring even me, I try speeding them up & slowing them down in mid sentence to see if anyone catches on. This is especially fun when discussing business.

They talk as least as fast as the Gilmores on The West Wing. Granted, the West Wing lacks humor, cute clothes, & Kirk. However, I just close my eyes & enjoy the wpm.