Sunday, October 26, 2008

I want to go to Cleveland!

Sadly I can't go. But if you live in Cleveland or nearby maybe you could go then tell me all about it!

My favorite cross-dressing comedian/actor doing a Q&A with they guy I wanted to be President.... If Comic Tales of Tragic Heartbreak were going to perform with them I suppose my head would explode right now.

Seriously.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Eyes! Hair! Mouth! Figure! Dress! Voice! Style! Movement!

There's a lot about Sarah Palin that has reminded me of Eva Peron. Wonder why? Hmmm.

Update:

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

I finally did it!

I have a tremendously addictive personality and it does me no favors in many areas of my life. One of those addictions that has come and gone my entire life is television. I can spend hours watching marathons of shows I've seen hundreds of times and then when it's done I realize how much time I've lost to a seriously mindless time-suck. It irks me!

My addiction to that moving picture box is such that for a time when I could not afford cable -- which you absolutely need to get any sort of reception in NYC -- I would watch ANYTHING. I lived in a huge apartment building in Brooklyn and there was a video camera aimed at the front doors. It was hooked up so that you could actually watch it on your tv, so you could see who was ringing your buzzer and such. People, I would alternate between watching that for hours and the two other stations that came in on my non-cable television. Those other stations being the Home Shopping Network and some local station that aired Ben Casey reruns at 3:00 a.m. (Insomnia has it's benefits, huh?) Needless to say I am now an expert on video survellience of the pizza deliveries to a certain building in Brooklyn, Technibond jewelry and Ben... Ben Casey.

I also have a wonderful friend who would video tape the one show I NEEDED and mail me 8 hour tapes full of Mystery Science Theater 3000 (but I only love it when Joel is on!) I still have those tapes. Thank you Sandy! When my boredom with my three channels overcame me I would pop in the videos and have them play endlessly in the background while I did other things. For some reason I could walk away from the show I wanted to see and was riveted to the others. Hmmm. It's like when you see a movie you love and want to watch and end up falling asleep but when it's something that you're hating you can't seem to look away. Or is that me?

Since living in Manhattan I have had cable. This has been so, so bad for me. Endless programming I have no interest in... and I cannot seem to look away. It's not quite as bad as my computer addiction which let me tell you, frightens me sometimes it's so bad, but it's bad.

So this morning I finally bit the bullet and cut my cable down to the absolute basics (so I get the news, um... you know the news). I'm so delighted with myself I can't express it. Of course when Battlestar Gallactica returns I'm going to be mighty upset, but that's what dvds are for, right?

Now if I could just stop playing online Canasta....

Monday, October 13, 2008

We The People...

Under the flashier election headlines and the stock market craziness more sinister doings are going on in the USA. Very, very terrifying stuff. So terrifying in fact that we who have taken our freedoms for granted all our lives cannot wrap our minds around it. To ignore this will be our ruin.

It runs 27 minutes, but trust me - you have the time. Watch it.


The Rep. Brad Sherman clip mentioned in the clip above is here.



The buried videotape of arrests during the RNC can be seen at EndofAmericamovie.com under "Step 9" here.

We all know that eight years ago the election was stolen. If that can happen, what else can happen?

"In Germany, they came first for the Communists, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist;

And then they came for the trade unionists, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist;

And then they came for the Jews, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew;

And then . . . they came for me . . . And by that time there was no one left to speak up."

Friday, October 10, 2008

Justification

I'm sure there are others of you who will agree with Bette Jo's comment to my previous post. Stepping out on Basil... it is not pretty. But it's just walking - honest. Okay there may be a treat involved... and a chin scratch - but that's all! Honest! I want to be true to my one and only but how much can a woman take? How many eye-rolls and fake-outs until you finally say, Hey, I do love you best, but I have needs. I'm going to walk other dogs. How long people?

This is an minor example of what I deal with every single day, several times a day. This tug-of-war if you will began after Basil indicated quite strongly that he did need to go out. It's first thing in the morning after he ate his breakfast.

video

Every. Single. Day.

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Again with the pictures

When I go running I don't bring a camera because, you know, running. But on the weekends when I do some dog walking (we'll call him Mr. B for his anonymity) I have pockets, and am not running, so I bring the camera.

I originally just meant to take a shot of the many signs that tell people what is not allowed on the running track (not that they think that applies to THEM) but it was just about sundown and things were looking so pretty I just couldn't stop.

Then of course when it really got dark and the moon was out...


Probably needless to say but I also managed to get lost because it was dark and my uncanny sense of direction was in full force. *sigh* I was thankful to have a dog with me who does know where he is and I don't think he minded that our walk went a little long because of it. And neither did I.

Basil on the other hand is not thrilled with my coming home smelling of other dogs. It's unseemly. Apparently.

Though as I told him: if you won't walk with me, I'll find someone who will.

Yeah. I know. I need to get out more.

Friday, October 03, 2008

Don't Vote



Think your vote doesn't count? Guess again. It's your right. It's yours. Use it.

If you haven't registered yet go HERE to see what the deadline is for your state.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Describe Yourself!

To thine own self be true. Yup. I'm back in Hamlet land. (but just for a sec, promise!)

It's not always easy to be true to yourself, but it's a helluva lot easier than describing yourself. Being true to yourself: that comes up situation by situation, and you just 'do' what you have to do. But when asked, "tell me about yourself" what the hell do you say?

I suppose we all have a quick 2-3 line intro prepped for those first-time meetings with people we either want to impress, ingratiate ourselves to, or simply fuck; but does that intro line really say anything? Is it possible to distill your entire personality into 100 words or less? If it is... is that someone you want to be? Personally I enjoy being more complex, though it can be a pain sometimes. Having exceptions to all rules and being extremely open to possibilities makes my 2-3 line intro really sketchy.

When I first meet people I tend to go for the most outrageous stuff I can make come out of my mouth. I figure, if they can take me at my weirdest/rudest (though funny, not cruel 'rude') and get the joke, then they are worth my time. If they go cold, they will NEVER understand me. Besides, if you can't play along with me, I really don't have the energy. I've spent too much of my life placating and pussyfooting around with people. It's not only a drag, but boring as all get-out. So that's what I do. Get out.

Guess I'm just a bitch. I don't like to be bored. Much as I dislike admitting it, there's a lot of people out there that just bore me to tears. It's not that they aren't nice people. It's not that they are actually particularly boring. It's just me. I think I need more stimulation than a lot of people, and I need conversation that provides that. The fact that I'm rarely, if ever, bored when I'm by myself indicates (to me anyway) that what really enervates me is feigning interest. God it takes so much energy to pretend to be interested when you're not. I suppose too that the quality that bores me in these altogether nice and pleasant people is a lack of passion... or a passion for something that leaves me thoroughly cold.

Something I've found is that even if we seem total opposites, if someone has a great sense of humor they never bore me. I used to work with a woman who, on the surface, could not have been more opposite from me. She was meticulously put together, I would oftentimes wear to work the very thing I slept in the night before. Yeah, I'm serious. She was on top of the current fashions, me... okay let's call it semi-classic with a touch of eclectic. But the thing we did have in common was a tremendous ability to see the humor in things - and to be thoroughly goofy. On first meeting the two of us I would put money on the fact that people would not be particularly surprised if I hid under a desk in say a law firm, as a practical joke. Funny thing is that SHE actually did it - not me. Oh lord did I laugh.

So where the hell am I going with this giant ramble? No idea.

I feel like I'm at a total loss as to who I am. I'm sort of all over the place and rudderless. Plans... I'm thinking having a plan would be a nice thing. Trouble is, I have no idea what that plan might be. Goals... again nice but I've had goals and met them and in the end what did they get me? Not at all what I'd thought.

I have probably got more email addresses than anyone I know. Each is for something different and I use 'em. My bookshelves go from Shakespeare, Victorian novels to chick lit and religious tomes and comic books. My record collection goes from old soul to Irish traditional to hymns, early punk to ... Wham!. (stop laughing) I'm all over the place in everything I'm interested in and where does this broad range of interests and likes get me? Unfocused and good at trivia. Whoopee.

My life's not getting any longer and I still feel like I'm in Junior High trying to figure out what the hell I want to be when I grow up. The closest thing to being a million different people I could find was acting, except it's not something I seem to have the necessary drive to actually do. Then again what do I have a drive for? Oh. Sex. The one thing that seems to be sorely lacking.

And believe me, admitting that in a public forum is as ego crushing a thing as I can do.

So there's my description of me. Long, unfocused and terrified that in ten years I'll be in the exact same place and in the words of Susan Hayward in Valley of the Dolls "wondering what the hell happened".

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Ahh-Chooo! What was THAT????

Despite not posting on anything even resembling a regular schedule, I do often compose blog posts in my head. Sadly by the time they are completed in that rickety place I call a brain I lose interest in recreating them in a concrete way (however concrete the internet is) and they are lost to the ether and the labyrinth that is my gray matter.

I was talking to Gary briefly this morning about this very issue. He's having the same problem. I'm glad to know I'm not alone in this. See, my mother used to take a bath every morning and would always go on about how she had written several letters while she was soaking. Needless to say there was never an actual letter. I defy anyone who ever knew the woman to come forward with an physical letter. Didn't happen. Though a few times she did manage to make a taped letter. Talking, so much easier. Any way when I compose these things in my head I fear it is an hereditary flaw and I'll just never write again. Like some genetic time-bomb has finally gone off in my head. Okay I mean like some OTHER genetic time-bomb has finally gone off in my head. But it seems to just be 'a thing'. A thing everyone goes through from time to time.

Another hereditary flaw that seems to have finally shown itself is allergies. My mother was a runny nosed, water eyed sneeze machine when the forsythia was blooming. Me: I'm allergic to two things: broccoli and metal. Otherwise nothing bothers me. Strong peasant stock right here. Send me into the potato fields! But a couple of weeks ago I was doing my little run around the Central Park Reservoir and feeling all full of myself since I can go around 3 times like it's nothing. For those keeping score that's 4.8 miles and I go a little further to up it to 5. So go me. Whee. I had plans that night, was all pumped from the run, took a shower and out of NOWHERE couldn't breathe through my nose and my throat was on fire. I assumed it was some insane cold that hit out of the blue. Though I've never had a cold come on with no warning like that... then I realized (after mentioning it to several people who know better) that colds do NOT happen like that. Nor do they pass so quickly. So yeah, seems I've developed some sort of allergy. Dammit.

On a less damn my genetics note my apartment is immaculate for a change. Due to the fact that I was having a couple of people over last Friday. Gary, Mark and Gregg (I do so love a house full of the handsome menfolk - what can I say?) came over for what was to be a preliminary blogger meet. Gregg aka Junk Thief flew in from California and it was his birthday so it seemed appropriate to have a little mini-event. What this meant to me was GOOD LORD I NEED TO CLEAN THIS DUMP! Seriously trapped within me is a 12 year old boy. I've gotten him to stop collecting sci-fi action figures and such, but he simply refuses to be tidy. Kids. So there was a mega cleaning needed 'round here before I could even dream of having anyone walk through that door.

Happily I got it done in time and now I reap the benefits of lots of cleared horizontal spaces and a really clean kitchen floor. Sure 'the kid' won't keep it up for long, but I figure I've got a week or so of neatness. Anybody wants to come by: do it now before the clothes start piling up on the kitchen table again.

Gregg was just lovely and I wish I'd gotten to meet the others who were gathering on Saturday. Unfortunately I have no gift for scheduling or directions and while I thought I could make it to the big meet-up I realized too late that there was no way. See, I've got a little job. YEAH, I know what a riot, huh? I'm walking a dog on the weekends (thanks to a couple of mah dog-lovin' sistahs who usually do it needing a sort of 'temp' dog walker.) So I'm donning my slut-wear and walking a dog - in a few weeks I'll be walking 7! It's like canine party time for me!

The photo above was clumsily taken later Friday night at the Rodeo Bar where Gregg and I went to see Comic Tales of Tragic Heartbreak. My batteries were, as usual, on their way out so my photos are sort of um... not so great. Well that and I was, how shall I put it? Oh, I know: loaded. Oy. I should never be allowed near an open bottle of red wine when I'm nervous. I'm told I was funny. Which is better than being obnoxious. So I'll take it. But Gregg was a real peach and took some video for me and the band was great so really, all in all a fabulous night.

Now all I have to do is try to keep the apartment decent, run without inhaling pollen, steer clear of wine and actually put my fingers on the keyboard here and everything should be dandy. That is... until the next thing, and there's always a 'next thing'.