Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Oh my freaking goodness!


American Girl is "archiving" Samantha!


Samantha! The one I wanted most of all as a kid! The one who got me into this crazy doll frenzy! The one with the prettiest clothes and accessories! I cannot fucking believe this!


More later, but fuck! FUCK!

FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

More bad news for Manda...

Please keep her and her family in your thoughts and prayers. It's some fucked up shit right there.

Monday, October 06, 2008

Almost a Goth Kid

Anyone who knows me (and since only my mom and sister read this thing, they are among them) or those who noticed the post on my skull earrings, knows I have a dark side. A weird side that is interested in so unconventional, dark, morbid, freaky things. I like to say I was almost a goth kid. Almost.

I suppose that's why I love this time of year so much. The changing of summer to fall evokes a certain creepy feeling in me. Like the suddenly cool nights are now suitable for spirits to come out and play. The last few months have just been too hot for them.


I guess this comes from the associations we make with fall and winter. The cold is something that keeps most plants from growing. After the harvest and once the trees loose their leaves the world looks barren and dead. In the past people would gather together to keep warm and the increasing darkness outside seemed more sinister than before.


Strange how we hold onto these ideas century to century and spanning almost every human society. Of course that's what Carl Jung was talking about in his theories on the collective unconscious so if these ideas interest you look into that.


What interests me are things most people are freaked out by. Death in general is a facinating topic to me. I love to read about rituals and superstitions surrounding death and mourning in different cultures. I like to look at Momento Mories and anatomical specimens. The Mutter Museum is in my top five of places I must visit, the sooner the better. In January Josh and I traveled to Charlotte to see Bodyworlds, an exhibit that you couldn't pay some people to go into. I love to vist and photograph historic cemetaries. I even considered having a few pictures taken of me in my wedding gown in the small cemetary of the church we got married in. I still wish I had. My pictures folder on my computer is full of awesome artwork of the Grim Reaper. I have an Autopsy Room sign on my office door at home that I bought at Wal-Mart last Halloween. It stays up all year. I would love to drive a hearse.


I love to read about and see pictures of strange and rare diseases. Epidemics fascinate me. So do poisonous plants. Lots of people like to read about serial killers and i'm no exception. That's actually one of my more mainstream interests. I wouldn't mind seeing an autopsy. I dream of going to Paris to visit the Catacombs. (And the Louvre. Let's be fair.)


Ghosts, spirits and hauntings are so interesting to me that I would love to stay in a haunted hotel or go on a ghost walk. (I've had the opportunity with the latter, but Josh wouldn't go along.) I have many books on ghosts of North Carolina and look for more whenever we visit a new place. Salem is another strange destination that i'm chomping at the bit to visit. So is the Winchester Mansion. If someone were to look at my bookshelf and nothing else in my house they might be a little concerned.


Of course i'm not a Goth kid and never was. I'm a generally happy person. My skull and crossbones earrings sit on my dresser next to my froggy charm bracelet. My books on death, disease and murder are right below my collection of American Girl books and above my books on counted cross stitch. The Autopsy Room is full of American Girl dolls, Simpsons collectables and an Animal Crossing Wild World stand up display.


I suppose this is part of me longing for the past. A time when things were unexplained and life had more mystery to it. When Halloween was when we considered the thin line between life and death and saw that line blurred with each kid dressed as a ghost or the Grim Reaper. When we did consider how easy it is to fall off this mortal coil and treasured our time more because of it. Now Halloween is just an excuse to dress slutty. (Not that there is anything wrong with that.)


Or maybe i'm just different and embrace this dark side of myself in a way others don't. I see it as what makes me the nifty person I am. So many other people either supress it or take it to the extreme. Who else cross stitches kitty Christmas ornaments while watching Secrets of the Mutter Museum for the tenth time on tifaux? Or wears black nail polish on their toes and glittery pink on their fingers? I can't be the only one.


So if you occasionally run across something here that freaks you out or makes you wonder if my blog has been taken over by a 14 year old who's heard too many My Chemical Romance songs don't worry. It's me. I've just mosied over to The Dark Side for a bit.

Product, er, TV Slut: The Venture Brothers


If you don't watch The Venture Brothers then I have nothing to say to you.


Ok, I will say that you are missing out on some of the finest TV out there. For realz. This show is the best. The animation is amazing, the mixture of fantasy and real life situations is perfect, there are more nuggets of geekdom than you can count with the pop culture references, and damn is it smart.


The third season just wrapped up but Adult Swim has an episode up on their video page most of the time that you can watch for free. The first two seasons are on DVD if you have money to spend (it'll be good for the economy!) or a Netflix subscription.


I don't take my TV lightly. It's one of my geek credentials. I don't do movies, I do TV. Trust me when I tell you this show is worth your time and attention.

Dear Mama...

One of the few rap songs I like. Makes me sorta misty. sniff...

Funny story, a few months ago I used the money in the mailbox line on Josh and he was shocked that I was quoting Tupac. I love that I can still blow his mind.

The picture says it all.

This weekend I got to shop for the first time in months. Really shop. For things I like and want and don't just need.

I bought:


The Wall-E comforter i've wanted for months.


A talking Homer Simpson Bosses Day card instead of a more generic one.


A pretty card for my parent's anniversary instead of the cheap ones that aren't as nice.


Those Light potato chips made with Olestra that are more expensive than the ones made with fat that your body absorbs.


A smoke alarm for our bedroom.


A new purse from Nine West (bought at Ross so it was only $24.)


A Nine West tote bag also from Ross that I intend on using when I return to school (also only $24 instead of the MSRP $130).


That Neutrogena Wave thing to exfoliate my chin.


A 20 oz Pepsi at the Wal-Mart checkout for a whopping $1.40.


A ghost cake pan for my yearly Halloween cake.


Finally some socks that have packs in them that you microwave since my toes turn to ice once in awhile and regular socks don't help.


Of course most of this was from Wal-mart and Ross and Ebay so it wasn't too expensive, but it sure felt nice to be able to look all around Wal-mart instead of having to leave before I spent too much money. It was nice not to have to debate how thirsty I was and if I could wait to get home and have a drink rather than buying that overpriced soda. I hadn't been to Ross in months because I knew I would be tempted to spend money we didn't have on deeply discounted Nine West pocketbooks and it was again nice to go and look around and leave with something new. And since deciding that returning to school would be a good idea i've been dying to go and find a stylish new bookbag with a pocket for a laptop but i've stopped myself because we've been so broke.


I can see how money is the root of all evil. It inspires misdeeds throughout all levels of society. Street crime generally goes down when the economy is good. I've seen countless American Justice episodes where murder was committed by your average middle class joe for an insurance policy or because one couldn't fathom losing half of everything in a divorce. And of course the words Enron, WorldCom and Tyco speak for themselves.


So I don't love money. But I do like it. I like having it. I like spending it. I like giving it away. I like paying bills with it. As Tupac once rapped "Even though you sell rocks, it feels good puttin' money in the mailbox". Amen to that.


So i'm a consumer whore. And how.


Saturday, October 04, 2008

Dark Shadows

Sigh.

So I found this awesome blog called The BeautyBrains that discusses various cosmetic products from a scientific standpoint. That's good.

I spent an hour reading all the comments about the Kinoki Foot Pads from people who are too stupid to live and think they actually work. Blood pressure went up and i'm pretty sure I did some permanent damage to my eyes from rolling them so much. That's bad.

Then I realize that maybe they can help me figure out why every single lip balm i've ever used has made my lips feel puckery shortly afterward instead of feeling moisturized so I send them question asking them why this may be happening. That's good.

Then I think, even better, maybe they can tell me if that Hylexin stuff for dark circles under your eyes actually works! Because it probaly doesn't but my eye circles are the bane of my existance and have been for years and i'm willing to try anything plausible to get them to go away. Stupid thin skin under my eyes. So I search for Hylexin. And, no. No it does not. Not for my kind of dark circles anyway. It's more for dark circles that are caused by pigmentation probems, not thin skin that shows the blood vessels under the eye. That's bad.

Damn. Well, at least i'm smart enough to know that Kinoki Foot Pads are a crock. That has to be worth something, right? Right?

Friday, October 03, 2008

Hilarious!


Hello. I've waited here for you...

Everlong.

Seven years ago today Josh asked me to be his girlfreind. Then he asked if he could kiss me. The rest is history.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

New! Improved! Asking for money!

No, not for me silly! For the fine organizations linked to on the left. I defy you to not give to St. Judes. Come on! Little kids with cancer! CANCER! And they turn no child away because of inability to pay.

The American Cancer Society needs help finding tests, treatments and cures for cancers like Pancreatic Cancer that killed my mother in law. Cancers that they don't find until it's stage four and game over.

If cancer isn't your thing then try lupus. Josh has lupus. Lupus is an autoimmune disorder where your body attacks it's soft tissues. Tissues like your joints, kidneys, skin, eyes, and brain. It can make a 16 year old walk with a cane. (*cough*Josh*cough*)

Defenders of Wildlife is a great organization and I and my mother both give to them. The ASPCA is also well known and does much good for animals.

Planned parenthood is another great organization and one that does need a lot of help. I am passionate about access to birth control for everyone and non-biased sexual education and Planned Parenthood does both of those things. They have taken a big hit in funding in the last eight years so show them some love.

Finally, if you're a big dorky history geek like me, historic preservation is close to your heart. Of course we can't fix old buildings with wishes and faerie dust so any amount you can share will help the places where history was made stand into the future.

And if you don't like any of these fine, be that way! No really, help your charity of choice. There is a lot of need out there but together we can make things better.

One of my favorite quotes is from Franklin D. Roosevelt:

Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.

I must have him!


But then I couldn't eat him! He's too cute! Damn you Swiss Colony! Why do you torture me with your adorable confections?!

I'd have to eat him like Homer eating Pinchy.

Cry, sob "Oh Pinchy!" Cry, eat forkful of tail meat. "It's so tender!" Cry, sob...

Why I love Josh. Part One in a series.


Let me begin this post by saying that I love nature. I also respect nature. I want nature to be preserved since it's the only one we have.


I also love bears and cougars. They are beautiful, majestic animals. I feel sad when I hear of one that has been killed. I feel very sad when I think of how their habitat is being torn down to build more subdivisions and shopping malls. When I hear of someone who has been attacked by one of these animals I feel bad for both of them because that person has a long road to recovery and the animal is likely to be hunted down and killed for doing what God programmed him to do which is hunt for food. Seeing these creatures on TV, in photographs and at the Asheboro Zoo is awesome. As in fills me with awe at the mere fact of them. Yea for bears! Yea for cougars!


Now, with that being said, I also have absolutely no desire to ever encounter one these creatures outside of a zoo setting. Watching Grizzly Man gave me the creeps during certain scenes where I felt way too close to the bears. The thought of a cougar lurking outside my house freaks me the fuck out. I do not belong anywhere near these animals in their natural habitat.


So that brings me to why I love Josh Part One.


The man has absolutely no desire to go camping.


None. Praise Jesus, no desire to go into the woods, into the bear and cougar's living room, sleep on the ground, pee in the woods, cook over a fire, none of that.


Now, i'm not a priss whose idea of camping is a hotel with no pool. I could go camping in a camper or RV that is parked in an area for those type of vehicles close to the woods. I mean a real camper or RV, not one of those where the beds fold out of the sides and you're covered by bug net. The bears can get you through that. And I have to be near other people who can hear me scream and come help if a bear decideds to try and get into the camper. I'm also not parking in the middle of no where because that's when the serial killers come and kill you and no one finds you for months or years.


So I would camp under certain conditions, but that is unlikely to ever happen. Because Josh, my love, my sweetie, my sweet potato pie, has no desire to camp.


Now why is this such a big deal? I've noticed in my 28 years that people who do camp are pretty strident about it. Because if you don't camp you're weak and shallow and all that crap. Because it's not ok to have different ideas of fun. Because you can't commune with nature at the beach apparently. Or by visiting a national park. No, only by sleeping there and peeing in the woods can you truely be one with nature and if you disagree then you just aren't right for each other. Just look at Nick and Jessica.


(Side rant: Jessica Simpson was raked over the coals for carrying her purse camping. Well fuck you. My purse has my wallet, my pocket knife, my cell phone, all my important things with me in one place. I would carry my purse camping. If I went on a hike I would transfer my important things to my back pack, but would I leave my purse at home? No! I need what's in there. So bite me purse haters!)


Anyway, Josh doesn't want to camp or climb mountains, or go hunting or do any of that manly roughing it nature crap. He's perfectly happy visiting historical landmarks and museums with me on vacation. I'm a girly girl, he's kind of a girly man, we both fear bears and cougars, and that is why I love him.

This I like.


A while back I wrote about how your wedding will never be unique, that all you can hope for is to make it nice and something that you like and your guests enjoy.


Well here is an example of personalizing your wedding. (I hate that phrase by the way. It's the two of you at the altar, how much more personal can it be. I just can't think of a better way to say it.)


These are so cute. And not cute in a cutesy sort of way, like those Precious Moments figures. Those creep me out on wedding things. They're kids! They're too young to get married! What is this, the FLDS? (Ugh. Don't get me started on them.)


Other cutsey things I don't like to see on wedding cakes or invites: Teddy Bears, Mickey and Minnie. Bleh.


But these faeries are very cute, not tacky and a great way for a couple who is a little different to top off their cake. Or decorate the guest book table. Or whatever. Really cool. I wouldn't mind having a pair myself just as a knick knack.


If you want a pair for yourself they are available at The Pyramid Collection .

Sigh.

My Monday-Friday Vyvanse experience:

Sometime between 7:45 and 8:00: Drag self out of bed. Pee. Put on bathrobe. Rub cats as you stumble to the kitchen. Make breakfast (usualy cereal).

8:00: Eat breakfast while watching Spongebob. Take drugs.

8:01-11:00: Feel nothing. (Note: This time block includes dressing for work, leaving for work and getting to work at 9:00.)

11:01: Vyvanse kicks in enough to make you jittery and give you tachycardia. Still feel very tired.

11:01-3:00: Feel crappy from Vyvanse side effects for remainder of day.

3:01: Leave work.

3:15: Arrive home and begin nap.

6:00: Wake from nap. Any and all Vyvanse effects are gone so you're too tired to cook dinner. Convince husband to go get fast food that is slowly killing you and making you fat and broke in the meantime.

7:00: Begin evening activites. Watch Tifuaxed programs, play Animal Crossing, Cross Stitch, etc.

10:00: Shower. Quick shower. Use regular soap because you're too tired to lather up a poof with fun girly shower gel.

10:20: Return to evening activities clean.

11:00: The best part of the day. Bedtime.

Mmmmmm. Hugh Laurie.


No content here. Just sexy, sexy Hugh Laurie.


That is all.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Squee!


So last Friday I joined Classmates.com. (Shut up, no, I don't know what I was thinking. I hated high school and with the exception of like five people I have no desire to see any of them again. At least until our reunion where I can laugh at them for becoming the fat, bald losers I always knew they would be.)


ANYway.


While filling in my information I got all squishy because I could fill out my married name and check the Mrs. box. I'm a goon, I know, but I don't care. I'm glad to be squishy as we approach our second anniversary and the official end to our newlywed period.


And in case you forgot the quote that goes along with the picture:


"Now remember. We're newlyweds on our way to Earth Capital."


Monday, September 29, 2008

Why? Why do I keep watching Monsterquest? WHY?


Oh Monsterquest. You suck so bad. Why do I still record and watch you?



Monsterquest started out promising. I didn't think it should be on the history channel, but neither did Ax Men so what could I do.


I enjoyed the first few episodes, even when they sorta got lame faster than I expected. I mean, Bigfoot, Swamp Ape, Grassman, these are all Bigfoot, ok? If it's ape/man like it's Bigfoot, Sasquatch, etc. Same thing. But for Wednesday night TV it's not bad.


Then the second season took a turn for the lame. Mega Hog? Giant Rats? Some mysterious beast killing things in NC that couldn't possibly be a cougar despite the cougar like way of killing prey and the camera phone photo of a cougar like creature? Because cougars can't pass the cougar forcefield that keeps them where you can expect to find them and out of where you won't expect to find them. Because of the cougar forcefield. Cougar. (And let's not forget the idiots digging up their dogs bones like they could tell someone anything about what killed it.)


And Ghosts? Ghosts aren't mosters. Poltergeists i'll call monsters, but that's a stretch and they weren't even looking for those types of ghosts. Just your average cold feeling, spots on a photo, eerie light on a video tape ghost. Lame.


Then we came to what I thought was the bottom of the barrel. Vampires. Vam. Pires.


Vampires are not monsters. Nor do they exist. The people who call themselves Vampires are regular people who drink blood and somehow "feed" on other's "energy". They aren't really Vampires. Vampires are made up and are not mosters that need to be quested for. Really. If you want to find a vampire go find some goth kids at your local high school or college and if there isn't one there i'm sure they know someone who claims to be a vampire and would love to talk to you about it. No questing required.


Secondly, the history of the Vampire has been covered before in much better shows on the history of the Vampire and people who call themselves Vampires have been covered pretty extensivley on about ten episodes of WE' s Secret Lives of Women.


So I thought that Vampires would be where Monsterquest and I would break up. But I forgot to delete the timer and I wound up recording China's Wildman (hint: Bigfoot.) and Giant Bears.


Giant bears is where I part company with Monsterquest. You guys are dumb and are looking for anything to make a show out of.


The thesis behind this episode was that bears may be evolving and loosing their fear of humans and getting larger and maybe this prehistoric bear is still around. Why? Why do they think this? Becuase people are seeing bears more and some people have shot some bears that are bigger than usual.


Now lets look at this rationaly.


First, the idea that a prehistoric bear could have survived and is now running amok is ludicrous. This is the same theory that's presented for Nessie and to me it makes more sense that a sea lizard could hide in deep water and reproduce and remain hidden for all this time than it does a bear, that is visible and hunted for various reasons and basicly is just too out there to hide.


Second, the fact that some hunters have killed bears that are much larger than average meaning that monster bears have to be out there is crap. My Grandfather's sister was seven feet tall. (No she did not have acromegaly or some other pituitary disease, she was just tall.) Now a seven foot tall woman (without a medical condition) is pretty unusual, but it doesn't mean that she's a whole new species of Amazons that are taking over Durham. It means that in the vast spectrum of human traits she hit the height lottery. Same with these bears. They happen to be larger for what ever reason. Look at my cats. Mary Jane and Stinky are four pounds each. Wally and Jules are 14 and 15 pounds respectively. Zeke is six or seven pounds and thus average. So do I have a new breed of monster housecat on my hands? Monsterquest would probably think so.


Third, the show completely glossed over the encroachment issue. They asked is this encroachment? Or is this a new breed of bear? Well, considering that humans are tearing down animal's habitats and builidng neighborhoods in them more and more this sounds like a textbook case of encroachment. People see bears more near their houses. Bears associate humans with food. Bears loose fright of humans. Duh.


But what really pissed me off with it's outright stupidity was that they kept showing footage and talking to people who had seen bears near their house 45 minutes from Manhattan. As if Manhattan and it's urban glow would scare away any wild animal in a 200 mile radius. But they didn't say mile. Because miles matter. Say this is about 50 miles from Manhattan near a wooded area. Well you're going to see bears. You know why? Because if you drive 45 minutes from any city you'll end up in Bum Fuck Egypt. I live in one of the largest cities in NC and this summer when Josh and I took off for the Outer Banks about 45 minutes out of town we wound up in Bum Fuck. Go 45 minutes out of Charlotte? Bum Fuck. 45 out of Raleigh? Bum Fuck. This holds true all over. Just because you live within an hour drive of a city doesn't mean the bears can't get you.


Further more the bears shown near these areas were black bears. We have them here in NC and I have a healthy fear of them. However, Black Bears generally don't bother people. They are shy and if you make some loud noise they'll run. So seeing a Black Bear in your neighborhood is unnerving, but not a crisis. You've moved into their territory so now deal. Lock up your garbage, bring your dogs in at night, supervise your kids, have the number for animal control ready and be alert if you have to go in the woods. Basicaly, you deal. You deal like every other human who's had to share space with animals since the begining of time.


So this episode was just too stupid and too hard on the bears. The bears are the victims here. We're the ones who move into their territory and then bitch when they get in our trash and then panic like a bunch of wusses when one lumbers through the back yard.


So it's over Monsterquest. You're on hiatus until next summer anyway. Maybe by then you'll have something interesting to talk about, but until then, leave me alone. Don't call, don't email me, take your stuff. This would be a good time to get together with everyone who's ever been on the show and camp out in the northwest and really make a go at finding Bigfoot. Follow your dream. This is how the whole thing started anyway.


And maybe when I run into you in a while you'll have some convincing evidence of an acutal monster. Or at least a bump. The growling eye is so over.

Empty promises.


I promise there is a Bridezillas post coming. There has to be to justify the hours I have wasted watching these crazy ass bitches freak out about their weddings. And the IQ points lost in the process.


As an aside, has this season seemed long to you? I was expecting Carlos and his wife to be the season finale, but damn, it just keeps going.

Hope on the horizion?


Maybe. Let's hope so.
Highlights:
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Friday, September 26, 2008