Yesterday Bossy watched the HBO Original movie entitled Phil Spector, which stars Al Pacino as the infamous songwriter and producer.

But before it began, this was the warning:

To review. It’s not based on a true story, yet it features the character Phil Spector in a murder trial, while not intending to depict the actual Phil Spector in his real life murder trial.

Could someone please explain to Bossy what she just watched?

If you enjoyed watching TV with Bossy, click this link to read her review of the House Hunters International episode in Mexico. Seriously, don’t miss!

Or click this link to watch Barefoot Contessa with Bossy, the episode with Ina and her gay T.R., which of course features a long hard salami and a pickle.

Or click this link to see Bossy’s Unhusband looking like Ina Garten’s cute gay T.R.

A few minutes ago, Bossy was busting her hump trying to remember the name of this guy:

Bossy was in the shower at the time, where they have not yet invented Google. So Bossy was left to her own devices to remember, all alone with her brain. Just like the olden days.

And when the hot water was nearly drained from the water heater, Bossy finally got it! Bossy’s Hippocampus shouted to her limbic lobe, “Matthew! Matthew Modine!”

But it’s not Matthew Modine. It’s Matthew… Matthew…

In times of memory crisis, Bossy’s Father’s solution is to run the entirety of the alphabet until landing on the preliminary sound with the most auditory resonance. “Matthew Buh, Matthew Buh” he might say.

And once situated on the seemingly correct first letter, Bossy’s dad will begin to run through the chain of available permutations, in alphabetical order.

Matthew Bah, Matthew Beh, Matthew Bih, Matthew Boh, Matthew Boh Matthew Boh Matthew Broderick!

Bossy, however, hears things syllabically.

So Bossy’s solution to the Matthew who problem would be more like this, “Matthew Uh-Uh-Uh, Matthew Duh Duh Duh, Matthew Bah Bah Bah… Broderick!”

Bossy’s syllabic method of name recovery reminds Bossy of the time in the 80s she asked a cute boy, standing on a Southern beach, how he chose the name of his band.

The cute boy’s answer wasn’t as lyrical as his songs. “You see,” he began, “I always thought the easiest band names to remember had the syllable layout: The Bah-Bah Bahs. You know, The Rolling Stones, The Beastie Boys.”

And so this cute boy continued with his explanation. Because the cute boys always do. “And I liked the word Groovy. So I was like, “The Groovy Buhs, The Groovy Cuhs… The Groovy Cools!”

And because this historically true story of nonfiction history occurred to Bossy after she was out of the shower, she was able to turn to her roommate for corroborating evidence. Her roommate who goes by the name Internet.

So Bossy searched this Internet for The Groovy Cools, which resulted in a few available images. And one of those images revealed the Kurt Cobain lookalike Bossy was referring to!

To double check Bossy had the right guy, she employed her father’s trick to remember his name: “The Groovy Cools Buh, The Groovy Cools Duh, The Groovy Cools Kah… The Groovy Cools Keith!”

And sure enough, Bossy was able to single him out:

Anyway. Back to Matthew Modine née Broderick. He’s married to Sarah Jessica Parker. The End.

If you liked this post about memory recall, click here for everything you ever wanted to know about Bossy’s Memory. This is a good one, don’t miss!

Or you could click this link to read Bossy’s description of National Whatchamacallit Day.

Or, since we’re on the subject of the 80s, why not read about The time Bossy saw Debbie Harry and she was wearing Peppermint Patty Sandals:

This bike rack in the center of Bossy’s city. Philly is striving to become somewhat of a bicycle town. Why are you laughing, Bossy said somewhat!

You know that feeling when you’re sixteen and being dropped off at school, along with a bunch of your friends, before true daylight with luggage at your feet because you are leaving with your chorus on a 12-day tour of Southern Italy?

No, Bossy doesn’t either. But Bossy’s daughter does.

As some of you may have gleaned — because Bossy can’t stop writing about it in very specific terms — Bossy recently got a new job in the city. This allows her to commute to work by train! This is a tremendous advantage since Bossy also commutes home by train!

Like other commuters, Bossy has learned to read the timetables associated with her public transit system. For instance, Bossy knows there’s a train at 5:22pm, and a train at 5:55pm, and then there’s the red eye when Bossy’s eyes are the ones that are red due to drinking with her coworkers.

So occasionally Bossy gets stranded on the train platform longer than she’d like, awaiting her train that runs just once an hour during off peak times, because Bossy lives in an off peak community.

But luckily there are many celebrities in Bossy’s train station as Bossy kills the time that is killing her! Shall we?

For instance, just yesterday, Bossy saw Billy Joel!

And then there was him!

And her!

And finally, her!

Bossy hopes you’ll stick around for the next edition of Join Bossy As She Waits For Her Train!

In the meantime, if you liked this post about the train, click here to see a photo of Bossy on her train.

Or click here to read about the time Bossy caught a cold from the lead singer from Train. You may not think you know Train, but you do. Hey Soul Sister, Meet Virginia, Drops of Jupiter, Calling All Angels, Marry Me, see?

Or, since we’re talking about trains, click here to read Bossy’s tutorial on how to do A Soul Train Line. (Thank you Don Cornelius.)

Bossy has more train links, yes she does, but she will spare you, esteemed council. Or, leave Bossy a comment letting her know you like being pointed to other similar posts.

Bossy has a column on Babble! This week it’s all about her teenage daughter’s upcoming trip to Italy and includes dressing room photos and Top 15 Packing Tips for a Teenage Girl. Get over there!

Giving all new meaning to Breaking News, the Canadian athletic apparel brand Lululemon announced over the weekend its sheer disappointment that the company’s popular yoga pants were pulled down from the shelves due to a transparent manufacturing problem: they are see-through.

It was clear Lululemon was caught with its pants down when the bottom dropped out of their stock prices, which fell 3.8% yesterday and continued the free fall another 5.2% in after-hours trading.

The announcement was accompanied by a very flimsy excuse from the Lululemon team:

The ingredients, weight and longevity qualities of the women’s black luon bottoms remain the same but the coverage does not, resulting in a level of sheerness in some of our women’s black luon bottoms that fall short of our very high standards.

Bossy thinks she understands. Weight, coverage, short, high.

If you like this post about Yoga Pants, be sure to click this link to read Bossy’s post about her very own pants masquerading as crotchless panties.

Or click here for Bossy’s tutorial on Eye Yoga — which will make you throw away your reading glasses forever! (Until you buy stronger ones.)

Or you could click here to read Bossy’s post, “This isn’t one of those blogs that talk incessantly of Yoga Pants.”

Or click this link for Bossy’s straw-poll featuring Yoga Pants and an amputee and panty lines.