Superinky Fixations

I don’t know. I just need a change. My options are limited with Typepad. There is this funky template with fruits and vegetables that looked cool. Maybe I’ll shake it up more often.

I got my bangs cut really really short, which, in actuality, is a hard sell for me considering I have this massive cowlick right at the very middle of my hair line. It’s comical. But my need to feel rock n roll is taking me over.

I look a little like this:

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I’m getting excited. Vegas is just over 48 hours away. I can almost taste the stale cigarettes and alcohol of our flea bag hotel from here. I don’t care - bring it on. A change of pace is just what the doctor ordered, though I suspect the doctor wouldn’t want me breathing 2nd hand smoke. Oh well, just get me the hell out of here as soon as possible. I figure it would take several hundred thousand dollars of a jackpot to secure my future without a steady source of income. I wonder how much penny slots and $1 Pai Gow tables pay out? Dang, it’d take hours to make anything on Pai Gow if it were only a $1 a hand.

So there’s nothing else. I’m empty. I’m distracted and I’m apathetic about everything else but getting out of town for a few days.

Did anyone else see Eddie Izzard on the Craig Ferguson show Friday night? As you may or may not know, I have a huge thing for him. Not only is he just about the funniest person ON EARTH, I respect the fact that he’s so out there with who he is and what he’s about.

He looked pretty much exactly like this the other night.

Though of course I love him, especially his big chops, here’s the other side of Eddie I love so dearly:

and my personal favorite:

The thing about Craig Ferguson that I found so annoying is that he kept bringing up the fact that Eddie is a transvestite. And if he was indeed a transvestite, shouldn’t he be in a dress, because one’s dress determines who one is?… seriously! At 2 different points in the interview, Eddie exclaimed "Don’t oppress me!" He thought it was so ironic that he had to be on a national television show trying to convince the host he was indeed a transvestite. I thought it was especially interesting that Eddie referred to himself as transgendered. I don’t know why I never thought of him like that. I just like guys in dresses. But I suppose it makes sense, being that he speaks very frankly of his sexuality being tied up with wearing women’s clothing, though it by no means defines him. He asked Craig Ferguson if he would expect a gay man to come on his show and have sex. I say ‘touche’ Mr. Izzard. And I heart heart heart you.

Ok, I’m totally dying here. This has got to be the CUTEST website EVER. No wonder it’s called cuteoverload.

I’m now going to integrate words such as "otterlicious" and phrases such as "cuddle central" into my vernacular.

Please!! I don’t know how much more cuteness I can take!!

  Witness the cuteness!!

OH MY GOD. JUST STOP!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE…

This is getting freaky.

So I get memed again - this time by a long-time reader & fellow blogger.

"List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they’re listening to."

Alright haters, maybe you’re growing weary of my half-assed blogs, maybe you’re not. Perhaps you tripped upon this blog on accident and won’t even make it any further than this very sentence. It matters little to me. Actually, it does matter. It matters a lot. I’m p.m.s-ing hard and any thought of rejection sends me reeling. I’m just frontin’.

It’s really not so painful, people. So here it goes. And as an extra bonus, you can actually listen to the songs I’m currently listening to, k?

Cloud Cult -  (removed by author). If you can hang on & listen for about a minute & a half, it’s so, so very worth it.

Stephen Malkmus - .(removed) Ok. So I didn’t listen to Pavement in college. I can still like him, right?

Radiohead -  (removed) Not the original haters and Radiohead Purists. Yes, I know that one is called You & Who’s Army? (though I love that one, too).

Joanna Newsom -  (removed) so cute. I’m so totally in love with her.

The Smiths -  (removed) I heart Morissey hard. Feel his angst. Live it. Love it. Sing it!!

Louis XIV -  (removed) I love bands that name songs after themselves.

Echo & the Bunnymen (removed) This whole cd is really growing on me. And I’m a Bunnymen from way back when. Though I swear some of the songs just don’t sound like Ian is singing. I swear. But it’s him. Really it is.

O.k. haters, don’t be hatin’ too hard, cuz YOU’RE NEXT. All 7 of you!! So Dieselboi, Bevs & Mikey (as one), GEEEKGIRL, Lelo, ::Motokitty::, Jay, Dave AND RIGO!!! - go to it - you’ve been MEMED. If you want, just leave a comment, k, cuz I’m feeling way lonely. Ok, so it’s like 9 people, but fuck it. It’s my blog.

Maybe you know these things about me. Maybe you don’t. Perhaps you don’t care - and that’s ok, too. But for whatever reason I cannot completely explain, I’m getting superstitious about this meme thing, plus, truth be told, I’m mind-numbingly bored and don’t want to do what I’m supposed to do today at work, so here I go with another one. Though, mind you, it came from a very reliable and sincere source…

4 Jobs I’ve Had:

1). Diversion Coordinator (Juvenile offenders), Mason County Courthouse. Basically kids that broke the law for the first time were sent to me and I slapped their wrists and made them do community service and pay $ retribution so that their dirty deeds would not go down on their permanent records. I liked it, though I was frequently asked how old I was by the kid’s parents. This was an internship that, well, I pretty much blew, since at the time (having just graduated from college), I believed I was destined for greater things and after several months I ran off to England to find myself.

2). Shoe, handbag & leather accessories saleswoman at Vokins Department Store in Brighton, UK. Yes, this is where I ended up finding myself - working in a fucking department store selling shoes in England. I quickly realized I probably should have stuck with the diversion coordinator gig. Though, really, the English are, by & large, a lovely people if I may generalize broadly. And they love their young American girls with their cute little accents talking to them about shoes, bags, belts and leather goods.

3). Catering server, Longacres. Yeah, working in catering is a big grind, dull and largely unappreciated. But the money is ok and there was plenty of time to screw off, including, but not limited to, smoking out in the walk-in refrigerator. What makes it vaguely interesting is that I catered at a horse track. It was quite a subversive scene at times, what with the d-list celebrities, compulsive gamblers, high rollers and crazy parties. Not that I miss it.

wow, as the list of "jobs I’ve had" goes on, it gets increasingly more boring!

4). Travel Agent. God, how embarrassing. I did that for 6 years! SIX YEARS. The pay was always lousy, and you know, travel really brings out the worst in people. But I did get to travel a lot for free or next to nothing. I flew first class who knows how many times, and made my husband fall in love with me by taking him to Kauai and a whim. Guess it wasn’t all bad.

4 Movies I Can Watch Over & Over Again

1). Eddie Izzard: Dressed to Kill. Is this a movie really? All I know is that I watch it and I watch it and every single time I laugh until my stomach hurts and my face hurts. Did you fuck my wife?

2). To Sir, With Love. Because I just can’t resist it. It’s the original teen angst ensemble movie and Sidney Poitier gets me choked up every time.

3). 28 Days Later. I love London empty and sad.

4). Donnie Darko. I will reveal that I felt all sort of creepy and weird over this movie. Not because of the scary rabbit or the actual content, but because I felt perverted for being to attracted to adorable little Jake Gyllenhaal. But don’t you worry about me. I got through it somehow.

4 Places I Have Lived (other than Portland)

1). Olympia, WA

2). Seattle, WA

3). Brighton, UK

4). Longview, WA (this experience scarred me)

4 TV Shows I Love

1). Project Runway

2). The O.C. (step off haters)

3). The L Word

4). Deadwood

4 Places I Have Vacationed

1). Morocco - Fez, Marrakesh, Casablanca, Essaoira, Tangier, etc. AWESOME

2). Providence, RI. Yes. Really. In combo with a whole RI, MA, NY road trip.

3). Lake Champlain, VT

4). Greece/Italy/France/Spain - jeez - just about all of the Mediterranean European countries. I, too, sported the San Tropez tan. Big time.

4 of My Favorite Dishes

1). Laughing Planet Bean & Cheese Burrito. Yummy. Lots and hot salsa, habenero, chipotle, and jalapenos.

2). My hubby’s grilled & spiced tuna with greens (my mouth is so totally watering right now)

3). Baguette and Brie. And sliced green apples. And wine.

4). Fresh Pad Kee Ew with Tofu. Good golly. Extra Hot of course.

4 Sites I Visit Daily

1). Blog Portland

2). ::Motokitty::

3). Lelo in Nopo

4). Walking Portland

Oh so many more!! Like geeekgirl, disposable brain, mindless in montpellier, gravely gay, another day in Dogville, tinymeat… I am such a blog nerd. I basically lurk on blogs all day long.

4 Places I Would Rather Be Right Now

1). Summer Lake. Ahhh

2). On my couch, in my pjs, watching The O.C.

3). San Francisco

4). Anywhere but in this fucking cubicle.

4 People I’m Tagging

Only do this if you want people…

1). Dieselboi

2). Jonas

3). Ming

4). Nancy

What a fun weekend I had; too bad it’s over. I’m so jealous of all you all out there that either a) like your jobs and enjoy coming in on Mondays and/or b) are so into your art/business/passion that you don’t even notice when Monday rolls around. Oh, one day, ONE DAY that will be me. I swear.

Note to self: be sure to close sun roof on new(ish) car before it rains excessively. Otherwise, don’t complain when the cup holders are half full of rain water and, after 3 full days, the car doesn’t quickly de-fog due to the excess moisture inside.

Roller derby was a blast. What a spectacle. Then again, I like spectacles; the stranger the better. Have you seen a roller derby before? I really didn’t know what to expect and neither did the crew that enthusiastically joined bretty & me, but it was well worth it. The short version: it was a dash of Mad Max, a little sprinkle of side show circus and a whole lotta sexy. For some reason those roller girls like their men-folk in tight speedos. This is not a troubling picture, mind you. I quite enjoyed the skinny-pale-hipster-boys in speedos. Quite enjoyed them. I can only most closely (yet utterly loosely) compare the experience to, say, going to a professional basketball game: crap is going on all the time, in every direction, not just the action of the game, but the antics of the mascots, the loud and thumping music, the beer, the diverse crowd. All the sense were engaged. No doubt dear readers, I shall return.

Did you know that apparently there is some well known research that started somewhere back in the 1930’s that irrefutable proves that for every 120 calories extra you eat (beyond the number of calories one should rightly consume in a day based on height/weight/activity level), for every extra 120 calories one can just write off an hour of ones life. Seriously. Google it. 1lb = what, 3,000 calories? Which means being a measly pound overweight in theory means you’ve shaved 25 hours off your life. Creepy, huh? I don’t even want to talk about it, though I will say that misery loves company and I’m curious to here how many hours less you’re going to live…