January 22, 2008 - It's the money, not the principle

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

it’s the money, not the principle Current mood: embarrassed & kinda humbled
I'm completely infatuated with celebrity death. It's sick, totally perverse, incredibly morbid and one hundred percent unexplainable. I even have this thing called Celebrity Death Beeper that sends texts to my cell phone when someone goes to the great beyond. No amount of therapy will make this weird obsession go away.
My fascination is so deep that somewhere out there in the vast webiverse I have a blog albeit not properly updated, that's a write up of celebrity obituaries. It's not about being crass or unemotional but it's actually about mocking me and celebrating the life of someone who's fifteen minutes of fame has lasted way longer then mine (I was seventeen, it was kinda nice).
So as everyone has probably heard by now Heath Ledger has passed away. He was 28 and he was someone's dad. It's really sad, it's really depressing and I send my sincere condolences to his family.
But the thing that kinda bugs the hell out of me is that on my way home I'm listening to the 'all news, all the time' radio station and the CBS news segment starts up and his passing is the LEAD story. Not the market sucking ass, the interest rate being cut this morning, the war, the presidential elections but the lead story is about an actor dying in a residence in New York from a possible overdose.
This isn't the first time I've said it but I'm kinda sickened by American news... everything is one salacious headline or a segment that in essence is a stupid infomercial. It's sad that there's a whole big world out there… that I'm only able to find out about from CBC news.
Currently listening : Breaking In an AngelBy Red Animal WarRelease date: By 24 April, 2001
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Nightcam
Patrica,You are right on the $, however, I must take exception, your are interested in celebrity deaths, you blog, you subscribe to txting svcs, "No amount of therapy will make this weird obsession go away." People are obsessed with this fodder. If people are interested and tune in the "news" outlets will deliver. News is a business. Focus groups and research shows what is popular, the popularity vote wins....everytime...eer except in Florida during presidential elections....Bottom Line, Heath Ledger's death should, in my opinion, not be a lead, but celeb deaths always will be as long as the pussification of America continues.What did you do at 17 for your 15?
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January 28th - Straighten up girl now, you're doing just fine

Monday, January 28, 2008
Straighten up girl now, you’re doing just fine Current mood: thankful
Car rides when I was a kid went a little like this…
My mom driving, white knuckling the steering wheel, my dad in the passenger seat flipping through magazines and me, in the back seat, kind of oblivious of everything, possibly reading a book, staring at the sun until it turned into a big sweettart in the sky or just carrying on a conversation with my best bud, Snoopy. When the folks wanted to talk about things, like where should we go to dinner or how early should I go to bed basically stuff they didn't want me to know about or have any say so in, they would crank the radio up and drown out whatever was said. There I was, clueless, just along for the ride and having absolutely no say so whatsoever on what was going on.
I've been kinda getting that backseat, along for the ride sort of feeling lately… not really sure what's going on but feeling the consequences anyway.
For the second time in as many weeks I've been involved in some friend of a friend agitation. I'm not really sure what happened, what was talked about or where things go from here but I was the central part of the conversation. I'm really annoyed.
The thing is I'm old enough to drive myself, I don't have to play the part of a the little naïve, thumb sucking brat anymore and I'd like to get my two cents in on dinner (steak, medium rare please!!!). So lemme get behind the wheel, I know my way around. Believe me when I say I don't know where I want to end up but I've made enough wrong turns in my life already so I sure as hell know where I don't want to go.


Currently listening : Drive By Alan Jackson Release date: 15 January, 2002
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Feb 10, 2008 - Cause you can't change the way I am

Sunday, February 10, 2008
Cause you can’t change the way I am Current mood: strong

I went to a jewelry store yesterday to get something repaired. While I was in there waiting I noticed a selection of cutsy Valentines Day cards that were written from a guys point of view, cards that basically said 'I'm an idiot, I had no idea what kind of candy or cards you wanted so I bought these earrings/necklace/bracelet/ring instead.' Ack! I've never been a big fan of Valentines Day, not sure why, maybe cause I was a chubby, four eyed nerd in grade school that never got any cards or if I did they were crap. Or maybe it's because I'm a firm believer that if you really love someone you'll tell them on a Tuesday rather then when Hallmark says you should.
While attending my first year at EMU I had a silent crush on Drew, the guy hugging me in my profile pic, problem was he was smitten with my roommate who was just into him for the attention. They both had an affinity for cuddling. He started coming over every night, climbing into the bunk beneath me, the two of them would move around for a couple of minutes until they were in the perfect cuddle position then talk real low and giggle for about thirty minutes before falling asleep. It was torture. I bit my tongue and said nothing until one night when I tripped over his boots and then I went off telling him how annoying it was that he was here EVERY night. He stopped coming over for the evening cuddle; shortly afterwards the roomie found a new boy to spoon with... in his room.
During that time the group I hung around with, which included my silent but still existing crush, were talking and the subject of V-Day was brought up. I went off into my normal schpeel about what a fuckin' joke that Valentines Day, and for that matter Sweetest Day, were and that we've all been dupped by thinking that love can be bought and sold with cards and flowers.
A short time later it was 'that day' I remember walking back from class gagging on all the hearts on the wall and people just being overly sappy. I walked into my room, threw my bag on the floor in disgust and found this card and a few Hershey Kisses on my desk...(you can click on it to make it bigger)
I know it sounds stupid but I instantly turned to mush. It was, in some sort of fucked up way, probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever given me. So to Drew, wherever the hell you are, and everyone else out there I wish you a Very Happy UnValentines Day! May it be nothing like those marketing Hallmark, Hershy, FTD fucks want you to believe it is! XOXOXO
Currently listening : Tuesday Night Music Club By Sheryl Crow Release date: 03 August, 1993
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January 29, 2008: The Girl Who Cried 'Oh Shit!'

Current mood: feelin’ like a dumbass
A couple of weeks ago something really good and completely unexpected happened.
I've told only one person and they had to hear me bitch about my good fortune.
At work today I had to get an approval to keep production running. There were three people that could give me this approval and none of them were responding to my e-mails or answering their phones... this went on for a whole two hours!
I pissed and moaned about it like it was the end of my world.
Occasionally my boss buys me a cup of coffee from Starbucks.
I really hate Starbucks coffee.

I wonder... if something ever really tragic happened to me would anyone pay attention?
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Dcember 14, 2007: I ain't no high class broad

Friday, December 14, 2007
I ain’t no high class broad
Last night I ran into a guy that used to go out with a while back. He was one of those guys that was fun to hang out with did the dinner thing, watched some movies, nothing special. It all ended when he started getting busy, then sick, then really overwhelmingly busy and then the calls/texts dried up. OK, I got it, message received, loud and clear. Now it would be one thing if I ran into him looking kinda fuckable but NOOOOOOoooooooo I was a mess. I just got done taking my one dog for a long walk and when I got home from I changed out of my walking clothes so I could run up to 7-11. I had grabbed the first thing that I found on my bedroom floor. A pair of jeans, two sizes too big with a great big hole in the knee that was almost stylish in 1988, a baggy shirt with a couple of stains on the front, usually reserved for cleaning or sleeping and my ex-husbands XXL flannel (oops did I forget to pack that?). To round out the look my hair was all messed up from my hat I was wearing, I was still a little sweaty and I think I was a bit stinky. I looked like a redneck lesbian that was wearing her big beautiful butch girlfriends' clothes. Perfect.
We didn't talk. We just smiled, nodded, muttered "hi" and walked on. I'm sure in his mind I looked like a train wreck and that justified his blowing me off.
I obsessed about the whole run-in last night and it was the first thing that came to my mind this morning as I was getting ready for work. Then I remembered that our conversations were about as exciting as dry toast and that he was kind of a pretty boy himbo. That made me feel a little better because I can do a half way decent job of cleaning up but being a boring, self absorbed dumbass is forever.
Currently listening : Red Carpet Massacre By Duran Duran Release date: 13 November, 2007

January 11, 2008: I wasn't lookin' but somehow you found me

Current mood: lonely
My title at work is Office Manager/Customer Service. Sounds impressive don't it? Yeah, well, it really isn't.90% of the time I'm in the office by myself… a 58' x 32' office… all by myself.It's not so bad now that there are walls but the first year and half or so it was one big, dark, empty space.I used to do cartwheels in there when I was bored, could do about six in a row, they weren't pretty though.Played tackle football once in there too, well sorta. I was running away from a drunk guy that was trying to molest me, I tripped, he tackled and my foot nailed him right in the balls… game over.
Back to the point of this whole thing…
I'm left up here, alone OFTEN, in a big friggin room.It really sucks.I don't actually deal with people face to face I just talk to them over the phone and not really that much anymore now that everyone e-mails each other.Occasionally I get some people from the shop floor to come up but that's just considered T.W. (Time Waster) I'm the fill in between shifts, the last three minutes before lunch is over or when their day is moving slowly and they need a break.
So it gets pretty lonely.
I used to cruise the internet chat rooms. Not so much anymore though… I found that they were filled with people that didn't work and wanted sex (that's a shocker).I moved on to texting awhile ago and I love it… sorta There's this one person that sends the same text every other week or so asking me out to which I reply 'no' each time. He's a determined fucker you've gotta give him props for that, besides it's the little stupid ego boost that I sometimes need.I'm usually at my desk doing the texting but when my boss is up front making calls I tend to run off to the bathroom… there are some days I'm running to the potty so much that he must think I have a bladder infection.
Actually it's not all that bad – when everyone leaves I get to crank my music up really loud… no one bitches.I dance around like a geek – no one there to critique.I can adjust my bra & underwear without anyone saying anything.When I used drink a lot I'd come into work hung over, crawl under my desk and take a nap.
So here's my point
My boss bought this really cool pony thing for his granddaughter for Christmas that responds to voices and movements. I came in Thursday and it was right next to my desk I was a little bothered by it because it cuts off my little aisle way but as the day progressed I started loving it.It's just a battery operated thing (not like I've got plenty of those already) but I could talk to it and it would shake its head or wag its tail and I didn't feel so alone.Found out she really loves The Doors and Britney Spears (don't judge me) she started moving a lot making all sorts of crazy noises, wagging her tail the whole thing it was awesome when… I had a dancing partner.I've been trying to talk my boss out of sending out to Utah where his granddaughter lives but alas Butterscotch is now boxed up and I'm here by myself again.It kinda sucks… I've got the music going (I'm on this weird Carly Simon kick today) but no one here to get all pumped up and shake it with me.I'm almost caught up my work all I have to do is balance the company's checkbooks and wait for quotes to be faxed over.I'm doing the white mans overbite dance... alone…
This sucks.

November 27, 2007: Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you

Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t after you
Six lessons learned...
1. Everyone seems normal until you get to know them. (This refers to me... not you).
2. Some compliments are better left unsaid... but that doesn't stop certain people.
3. Singing "Redneck Woman" at the top of my lungs will pull me out of any shitty mood.
4. Never talk about your problems with someone taking a psychology class. (I used to be fucked up... now my problems have names - three to be exact)
5. My life is empty without tetrahydro-beta-carbolines. (Last year I could drop $40 at a shithole dive bar these days I drop that much cruising the candy aisle at CVS).
6. Writing as a hobby I can do, no problem. However writing for a stupid fucking paper for class, major problem.
Until next time,
A SWF with CSL's occasionally wearing FMB's with a slight case of OCD but on a SSRI spending a lot of time lately working towards a PMP from PMI
Currently listening : Greatest Hits & Remixes By Paul Oakenfold Release date: 23 October, 2007
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December 12, 2007: Belelated Ten on Tuesday: Christmas Gifts

There are four types of Christmas gifts…
Shit you can't live without (clothes, shoes, socks, vodka, internet connection)
Shit you like but would never buy for yourself (Like the $100 bottle of perfume my mom always picks up at the duty free shop)
Shit from people you know but don't know but they buy stuff for you anyway (anything from Bath & Body Works, cookies, popcorn, etc.)
Shit you REALLY want that there's no way in HELL that you're ever going to get it. E.V.E.R!
My list is gonna be about the fourth type of gift... stuff I want but never gonna get...
1) Seven course dinner followed by an evening of baccarat in a Monte Carlo casino with Sean Connery, Roger Moore, Timothy Dalton, Pierce Bronson and Daniel Craig. George Lazenby will be there as well... holding my purse.
2) Have an action figure made in my likeness.
3) I want to go to Graceland, damnit!! (I realize this one is possible I would just prefer not to do it alone and it's being to look like that I'll never find anyone to go with me.)
4) A lemur
5) Take a ride in the Concorde (they could bring it back – just for lil ol me!)
6) The ability to go back in time twice to tell myself "Oh baby, you can do soooo much better".
7) "An official Red Ryder carbine action two-hundred shot range model air rifle with a compass in the stock and this thing that tells time"
8) A shit load of parachuting & snowboard lessons so I can do that whole jump out of a plane with a snowboard strapped on my feet, do all sorts of fucked up tricks in the air then land on the side of a mountain and snowboard down – how frickin' cool would that be!
9) Stranded on Necker Island for a month or five
10) Have Mike Ness sing 'Happy Birthday' to me next July.
Jus' sayin'
Ten On Tuesday
Currently listening : Motherfuckers Be Trippin’By SupersuckersRelease date: By 22 April, 2003
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4 - Another pet?
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* p *
A plethora of domesticated animals makes me a crazy old maid... just one exotic pet would elevate me to eccentric spinster...
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December 1, 2007: hidoi kadzuke

I dated this one guy for three years, a real sweetie, pretty straight laced. He used to tell me all the time that he didn't know where I was coming from and that I was "…a puzzle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma" – gawd that was the worst. How could you date someone that long and not know anything? That would lead up to him asking "Well, tell me something about you." The only thing I could come up with is "I love the fall". I guess, to me that seemed to be the best answer to a question that would take hours to answer.
A friend recently gave me some dating advice. He said "When it comes to dating just be your self".
I thought it over and wondered if the best thing would be to have full disclosure up front. Present a card to a potential suitor that lists all my faults. Tell them that I've got this thing with eye snot and body odor. Tell them that I'm a little insecure and if I ask you how I look before going out for the evening the proper response would be "You look fuckable". Then a few odd bits like I collect Pez Dispensers or that you can't get me off the futon if there's a James Bond movie marathon on cable. And then finish things off by listing some good traits like I think I'm funny, I can be pretty obnoxious but, you know, in a good way, I'm caring, loyal, a good listener and generous to a fault. Or is it just best to keep this stuff all inside, tell the person very little and after you've scored a few meals and at least one movie slowly let these little facts start slipping out. I'm just not quite sure.
Back in October I managed to wrangle up some innocent little internet date. I got to the pre-determined destination early, ordered up my coffee, sat down at a table and waited. When he arrived he sat down, got all the little pleasantries out of the way he began talking and talking and talking and talking then he asked "Tell me something about your self" and before I knew it I said "I love the fall, don't you?" and just left it at that besides there was this new Japanese restaurant in Royal Oak I was dying to try out.In other words
Currently watching : Shaun of the DeadRelease date: By 21 December, 2004
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I like the fall....
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December 1, 2007: hidoi kadzuke

I dated this one guy for three years, a real sweetie, pretty straight laced. He used to tell me all the time that he didn't know where I was coming from and that I was "…a puzzle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma" – gawd that was the worst. How could you date someone that long and not know anything? That would lead up to him asking "Well, tell me something about you." The only thing I could come up with is "I love the fall". I guess, to me that seemed to be the best answer to a question that would take hours to answer.
A friend recently gave me some dating advice. He said "When it comes to dating just be your self".
I thought it over and wondered if the best thing would be to have full disclosure up front. Present a card to a potential suitor that lists all my faults. Tell them that I've got this thing with eye snot and body odor. Tell them that I'm a little insecure and if I ask you how I look before going out for the evening the proper response would be "You look fuckable". Then a few odd bits like I collect Pez Dispensers or that you can't get me off the futon if there's a James Bond movie marathon on cable. And then finish things off by listing some good traits like I think I'm funny, I can be pretty obnoxious but, you know, in a good way, I'm caring, loyal, a good listener and generous to a fault. Or is it just best to keep this stuff all inside, tell the person very little and after you've scored a few meals and at least one movie slowly let these little facts start slipping out. I'm just not quite sure.
Back in October I managed to wrangle up some innocent little internet date. I got to the pre-determined destination early, ordered up my coffee, sat down at a table and waited. When he arrived he sat down, got all the little pleasantries out of the way he began talking and talking and talking and talking then he asked "Tell me something about your self" and before I knew it I said "I love the fall, don't you?" and just left it at that besides there was this new Japanese restaurant in Royal Oak I was dying to try out.In other words
Currently watching : Shaun of the DeadRelease date: By 21 December, 2004
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I like the fall....
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December 4, 2007: Ten On Tuesday

Part of my daily routine at work is to goof off for a good hour or two ... depending on what's going on. Heaven forbid that we have customers in and I have to dress up in a nice business suit or skirt and be pleasent and productive for a full eight hours.
So I'm dicking around on the 'net today, reading Perez, watching Kanye on YouTube you know all of the important life affirming shit and I find this site called Ten on Tuesday - just some blog that asks to list your Top Ten... whatever the subject is this week.
This weeks subject... Ten Favorite Things to Complain About... here are mine
1) Automated help lines with voice recognition software... and I have a cold.
2) Technical support phones lines staffed with unintelligible Indians with cute American names like 'Steve' or 'Amy'.
3) There have only been two good pictures taken of me in my entire life. All the rest suck ass.
4) Misspelling in text messages. For the record it's "I want to fuck you" not "I want 2 fuk u" and the answer is still "NO".
5) Dumb ass lyrics that get stuck in my head and won't go away. (You know how long I've been on ya / Since Prince was on Apollonia / Since OJ had Isotoners / Don't act like I never told ya')
6) Dogs. Dog hair, dog farts, dog breath, dog food, dog shit
7) People that say... "I didn't want to tell you back then but I really thought that (man/haircut/lipstick/outfit) wasn't a good choice." NOW you tell me?!?! Thanks for having my back
8) Why am I having so many conversations about underwear lately. I was involved in three different ones yesterday.
9) Warming up the truck for fifteen minutes for my five minute commute to work.
10) Trying to find a way to accept a final decision or outcome to a situation that didn't go exactly the way I thought it would.
...valmis...
Currently listening : Dan in Real Life By Sondre Lerche Release date: 02 October, 2007

9/12/06: Is It Moring Already?

I know, I know, I know.

I've been somewhat lax in my writing as of late.

Blame it on the alcohol, anti-depressants or this fucking cold I can't shake.

So this is for my long awaited blog for my fans – or something like that.

When we last left our mighty hero (a.k.a me) she was balancing her life as a single woman with the demands of domestic and business life.

Well – not much as changed since then…just the scenery.

Made an oh so fun trip to New York last week; spent a day walking a trade show. Schlepped my ass all the way over to Manhattan, a place I DREAM of being a tourist for day because I would love to (all together now) explore Central Park because there have been so many movies filmed there and I would just love to see the place with my own eyes.

But instead all I saw the concrete & glass walls of Jacob Javits Center…for the third fucking time.

At the entrance of the convention center there is this larger then life statue of Senator Javits - this is the best picture I could find (http://www.javitscenter.com/showmanagers/photogallery/photo_22.htm). It's this 8 foot full statue of this smiling friendly Jacob Javits with his hand leaning up against a oversized chair. Every time I passed by the damn thing there was somebody using that chair as a freakin chair. C'mon it's a statue folks…not your fucking living room. Sorry my momma taught me manners – art is for looking at not to be used as a place to rest your ass. But then again this is New York we're talking about…those folks are a bit strange.

We drove past Ground Zero – pretty much looked the same as it did last time. We didn't get out but that was because I was trying to rush to LaGuardia to get on the 6pm flight rather then the 7:45 flight we were booked on…didn't make it…should have gotten out and walked around because by the time we checked in our flight was delayed until 8:35, then we got some food at Chili's (there were 4 items on the menu burger, salad, turkey club & soup) but they did have alcohol & I got 6 double Grey Goose & tonics - I was happy. By the time we made it back down to our gate our 8:35 flight was once again delayed until 9:35. My boss started calling all of his kids…since I'm childless I chose to sip on yet ANOTHER double Grey Goose & tonic. Fast forward to 9pm when the bar closed (so much for the city that never sleeps) I polished off my 9^th GG&T said goodbye to my stool mate, Bo, and walked back down to the gate only to find that my 9:35 flight was once again delayed to 10:10. By this time I was pretty certain that I was going to spend the night in an airport…something I didn't quite find all that appealing…so I started drunk dialing all my friends. They appreciate it – I know I bring joy and laughter to all those around me when I do that – they realize that whatever worries are in their life aren't so awful because I'm such an inebriated fool. I made plans for the weekend…set up a date for Monday and then closed my eyes for about 15 minutes until I heard the applause – apparently our plane had arrived at the gate & the pilots still had hours.

I actually fell asleep on this ride – missed the drink cart – but that was probably a good thing – physically not mentally.

Made it home – passed out about 2am – and being the trooper that I am was wide away at 8:05, enough time to let the dogs out for 10 minutes, roll on a little deodorant and brush my teeth.

I swear my tombstone will say "Dedicated – but stinky".

p.s. Monday's date, scheduled for 8pm, bowed out at 5:30 that night. Had drinks with a friend instead. SURPRISED???!!!???!!!

3/29/07: My time is water down the drain

I had to pick up some dog food last night.
There were three women in line in front of me talking about dog bones. The size, the shape, the material (don't want the one made out of pink stuff those just fall apart), how long they last, blah, blah, blah.
Funny, if that conversation was held anywhere else I'd probably have to pay $2.99/minute to listen in.

Somebody came over yesterday to work on my garbage disposal.
While I was waiting for him I said 'hi' to the woman across the street.
I have no idea what she said because there was a plane flying over when she talked.
I always find that the nod & smile works best in those situations.

When I was 21 I spent New Years Eve with my parents at the Rattlesnake Club… just the three of us.
We toasted at midnight and cashed out.
As we were waiting for the valet to pull out the Regal we were corralled into the booth… to avoid the gunfire.

Last year, the Sunday before Labor Day, I was up at Champps. I was waiting for a date to show up but I got stood up instead. (again SURPRISED?!?!?) **Sidenote, for my loyal fans. The wait wasn't totally wasted I did meet a guy, we exchanged numbers, a week or so later we set up a date...while I was waiting for plane in New York.**
Hung out a bit longer for the suiter to show up... he didn't. Got a text from a guy I know...ran home, squeezed into a tight pair of jeans, a clingy black t-shirt and laced up my steel toe boots and drove over to Luna.
Stood outside for an hour, listened in on conversation between a couple of pretentious, newly goth twits, wondered to myself if my life was that vacuous - the vote is still out on that one. Finally got in and within 10 minutes my friend starting feeling sick and left. Waited around for awhile... ran into a couple of people I knew... hung out, danced a bit, got a text message, met someone for breakfast, ended up with a gash on my ass, got home about 4-ish... all in all not a bad night.

Ralph Waldo Emerson once said "How much of human life is lost in waiting". I don't know if I necessarily agree with that… I seem to find more real life in the downtime rather then when I'm rushing out and trying to live.

Listening to: Fugazi - 13 Songs

My Life Would Look Alright on the Silver Screen (4/7/07)

So there we were... walking on the rooftop above an old city.
The street lights blurred below us.

It was there he kissed me
I just walked away.

He caught up to me and kissed me again.
I didn't protest; I just let it happen.

He kissed me again and again.
Pressing his lips hard against mine.

I'm not sure why I didn't like it,
I just didn't.

It wasn't because I didn't find him attractive.
He was Apollo with James Dean's smile.

And it wasn't because I thought he was dull.
We could laugh and talk for hours.

So there we were... walking on the rooftop above this city.
In any movie this would have been the perfect romatic scene.

He kissed me, below a million stars.
And I felt nothing.

11/11/06: one of those days

So today seemed to be one of those days...

Woke up early this morning...thought I might have a bit more to do before work - ended up that I didn't (thank god). I took Bruno up with me to Caribou. They've already got all of their shit up for Christmas. I, of course, said that it was too damn early. The guy behind the counter agreed...however the girl making my coffee said that she didn't mind and that it couldn't have come sooner. Besides, she commented, that when you look back on the two or three days of the actual holiday it just seems to go by so fast (but spreading out over three months makes it all better?).

Work was pretty blah. I spent a chunk of Tuesday making travel arrangements for my boss for a trip this coming Monday only to spend the very last 30 minutes of the day on Friday to cancel all of them. Love it when I'm so productive.

Came home. The woman across the street has her Christmas lights up already. I don't mind that she put them up this soon...but she's got them on. Can't it at least wait until the first good snow fall? But then again she had her fake pumpkin out a week or so after Labor Day so I shouldn't be surprised, should I?

Last Sunday I bought a pair of not cheap gloves for working out side when it starts getting colder. My dog thought it was a chew toy. Managed to pull it out of his mouth before any real damage was done.

*Not today but funny just the same* I met this one guy back in June. We're on this schedule that every 6-8 weeks he pops back up then we hang out for a night, bullshit, have a great time and then he drops out of sight for another 6-8 weeks. He always says that he's been real 'busy' at work and when he finally gets some down time he's burnt out...that's why there are such long gaps between talking/seeing each other. So last month I get a text message from him "Hello. How r u? My text mssgs don't work so call me to say hi". Yeah...I laughed out loud too when I read this. I wasn't originally going to call him back but it was just too damn hard to pass up. Got his voice mail. Said something to the effect that 'I thought it was funny that he sent a text message to say that his text messages weren't working. Seems to me we're still on our 6 week schedule. Guess I won't be hearing from you until early December.' 19 days and counting

I don't think I could wipe the "What the Fuck?!?!" expression off my face if I tried.

11/27/06: so....

so...

...how does one spend the Wednesday before Thanksgiving? Well in past years it would have been spent in a complete haze but this year is just a bit different.
This year I'm actually working a full day BUT there is nothing to do but fuck around on the internet and run across interesting theories like this....

"So I've been reading up on the rumors about alien baby cruise, and I decided to do a little photo comparison. I attached the collage that I made. I'm starting to buy into the hype that little Suri looks more like Josh Hartnett than any of other recent love affairs. Here's the timeline--she broke her engagement with Chris Klein in early March, was seen gallivanting around with Josh Hartnett in early April, and started dating Tom in late April. In October, she starts showing so they have to announce that she's pregnant, BUT she doesn't have the baby until a year later and she was really big for most of her pregnancy, which is surprising given that she is a slight girl. Remember how fake her stomach looked in the later months? What if she got pregnant in April during a tryst with Josh, gave birth in December/January in secret, and then started carrying around some stuffing until April when they decided to stage the birth? This would explain why the birth certificate in April was not legit AND it would explain the pregnancy because Tom is supposedly sterile which is why he never had a natural child before. What do you think? I still can't get on board with the whole story because of how Tom cannot reproduce. But he's always wanted his own child, hence the adoptions in his 1st and 2nd marriage, so here is a good way to fake it. By the way, you know Oprah wasn't invited to the wedding because she said she didn't believe in his sincerity after the couch incident, but Brooke Shields was invited!"

Wow - I'm scratching my head over that one.

My weekend is slowing unraveling. I hate making plans...nothing ever seems to fall in place the exact way they should. I would like to take this small opportunity to acknowledge the official passing of the 'date'. You know that strange time of the year when guys will stop talking to you so they don't have to buy you a gift. Anyone dating before this date may feel obligated to purchase a Christmas/Hanukah/Kwanza gift. The open & committed dating season doesn't start again until around the 15th of Febuary until then it's just one nighters no commitment, no gift! Whoo hoo!!! I'm in for some bumpy nights! Who am I kidding beside the whole thing works in my favor too. No need to pick up one of those Old Spice Travel kits or a copy of Uncle Johns Book or someother random thoughtless gift for that 'special someone'.

So what else has been going on? Not much - gave the dog a bath the other day, going to see the folks tomorrow, gained 2.5 pounds. I'm pissed, I have no money - not even enough to rent some movies, and I'm in this strange regressive state right now. I think tonight it will be comic books, porn, White Castles & lil ol me.

2/20/07: song that remind us of movies

So I'm a big movie fan...I'm into the whole random quotes and obscure flicks thing. I know that there are other folks out there that are truely amazing at that but...whatever.

Found this site on Stuff.com "Songs that Remind Us Of Movies"


The article sites such movies as...
Dirty Dancing - "(I've Had) The Time of My Life" by Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes
Reservior Dogs - "Little Green Bag" by George Baker Selection
The Big Lebowski - "The Man in Me" by Bob Dylan
Pulp Fiction - "Miserlou" by Dick Day & His Del Tones
Pee Wee's Big Adventure - "Tequila" by The Champs
Jackass - "Corona" by The Minute Men
Shaun of the Dead "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen
Say Anything - "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel
Apocalpyse Now - "The End" by The Doors
...shit I'm not writing out the rest of them but you get the idea



I pretty much agree with all of them except
Apocalypse Now - I associate the Flight of the Valkyries with that flick.

Then there are the others that I think were left off the list
Ferris Buellers Day Off - "Oh, Yeah" by Yello
Waynes World - "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen
The Breakfast Club - That song they whistled from The Bridge Over the River Kwai

Feel free to add more...I'm sure I will...

Life Makes Sense Now

Life makes sense now
Music and Mayhem, Blood Trail Included
By ANITA GATES
Published: November 2, 2006
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"Evil Dead: The Musical" wants to be the next "Rocky Horror Show," and it just may succeed.
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From left, Tom Walker, Jenna Coker, Brandon Wardell, Jennifer Byrne and Darryl Winslow in "Evil Dead."
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Some people might think that you'd need to have seen at least one of Sam Raimi's "Evil Dead" movies to appreciate this show. But not necessarily. Horror comedy is, to say the least, a highly accessible genre, even for those who don't recognize and cheer the signature lines taken from the movies.
Sure, the show is idiotic, but that's the point.
Like the original 1983 film, so gory that it was rated NC-17, the musical is about five hormonal college students borrowing a cabin in the woods for a short vacation. They discover a 13th-century book of the dead, accidentally play an audiotape of demon-summoning words and are soon being possessed, one at a time, by evil forces.
This requires Ash (Ryan Ward, in the Bruce Campbell role) to fight back with a nearby chain saw. He even has to decapitate his girlfriend, Linda (Jennifer Byrne), with whom he has just sung the romantic duet "Housewares Employee."
The show, which basks in the self-referential, throws in characters and events from "Evil Dead II" (1987) and dismisses the second sequel ("Army of Darkness," 1992), which sent Ash time-traveling to the Middle Ages, with a passing remark.
The deadpan lyrics are by George Reinblatt, the playful choreography by Hinton Battle, who was co-director with Christopher Bond, and the lively music was composed by Mr. Reinblatt, Mr. Bond, Frank Cipolla and Melissa Morris.
Their most rousing number, "Do the Necronomicon," cheerfully evokes "The Time Warp" from "Rocky Horror." But the musical high point is Annie Knowby's doo-wop ballad "All the Men in My Life Keep Getting Killed by Candarian Demons." (Annie, the scientist's-beautiful-daughter character, is played by Renée Klapmeyer.)
Truly devoted cultists may want to sit in the splatter section, the first three rows. Those seats are covered in clear plastic, and the audience may want to be too, although apparently half the fun is to wear a clean white T-shirt and spend the next two hours being sprayed with geysers of stage blood.
"Evil Dead: The Musical" is at New World Stages, 340 West 50th Street, Clinton, (212) 239-6200.

Beauty

Years ago I read the most amazing quote...

Beauty isn't about perfection. Beauty needs a little wierdness a little ugliness.

There is someone in my life that has been there through the years. She's been there through 2 boyfriends, a husband, births & deaths, lovers & enemies, five jobs, five therapists, four cars, three cell phone numbers, three addresses, four colleges, two associates degrees, one bachlors degrees, three pairs of black Chucks, an array of hair colors, countless ups & downs, achievments & failures, fights & makeups and dozens upon dozens of hangovers.
She's always been there for me.
Her name is Maxi. She's missing a tail and a tooth, another tooth is chipped and her breath is beyond nasty. She's my cat. She's been on my chest when I lay down on the couch or in bed, she greets me at the door when I come home from a long day at work, she sits on the edge of the tub when I'm on the toilet. She's strange and full of imperfections but she's the most beautiful thing in the world to me.