Drew and Me.
I'm just like Drew Barrymore. We're both too old to act the way we do.
the most "awesome" crap around
So, why was I at the Goodwill store yesterday? I went in hopes of doing my part in the search for Sticky's new girlfriend. He's already had some fabulous offers which you can see here. In my search, I came across an Olsen twin who is totally dying to meet you Sticky. Please consider. Here are some pics.
Now, I tried to get her to show her boobs cause I said that might better her chances, but she would only show one.
Don't even freakin' ask me why an Olsen twin was hanging out at the Goodwill. I tried to ask her, but she kept changing the subject...bitch.
P.S., I don't know if this helps her chances any, but she's a cutter.
I just wanted to say that today. (You know, since he's a regular reader of my blog.)
Should I be in this picture? Ironically, I spent a lot of my young life with senior citizens. My mom picked them up and took them to "the mission" everyday. We ate lunch together and played Bingo every Friday. I had my fifth and favorite birthday party at "the mission". Maybe this is partly why I'm so weird.
I used to hang out a lot at the IMDb (internet movie database) message boards. It's a great reference for movies. I've only been on the message boards lately checking out what's going on with Cate Blanchett's (who is fabulous) new movie.
Usually what irritates other posters on IMDb amuses me. Such is the case with SkippyBushKangaroo who posted this message on Blanchett's board:
Which gave us this awesome picture:
This is obviously her and they look very happy together. Kudos to you Skippy for that fantastic capture. Kudos to you.
This has got to be the most creative idea for a flickr group so far:
It sure is a small, small world.
Andy Warhol is God? This is the same picture as below, but now this face has magically appeared!
I think I need more sleepy less drinky.
I drove a total of 3 hours and shelled out 15 bucks in gas just to celebrate my birthday with my family. At least it was pretty on the way up there:
We ate at a Japanese restaraunt called Wasabi. Japanese dinning is always fab, but it sucks when your family pulls out a big-ass birthday cake and stays for 2 more hours.
I did, however, get lots of cash and my #1 birthday present from my little sister: a homemade card complete with a glued-on Polly Pocket pocket book (a prized possession for her) and a pair of Eeoyre socks that say, "This is my happy face." Very fitting given my bitchy disposition yesterday.
I was half-crazed on the way home, and I kept getting shit like this:
The trucker directly in front of me, by the way, had written, "Be a flirt, lift shirt" with his finger in the dirt on his truck. Classy.
I did find some solace in #7 from The Murmurs. I attempted to link the song to the picture below for your listening pleasure. Let me know if it worked.
This weekend I'm curling up in my new down comforter from IKEA and reading the Half Blood Prince.
This is my lame ass attempt at getting blogger friends. I haven't started a blogroll yet, and I'd like to. Please be my friend.
I no longer see the world as a ride at Disney World. I did at one time. I also grew up thinking the world wanted to be like America. Imagine my disillusionment at finding out we're far from being the world's golden child of a country. Admittedly, I came from a small town in the US with a small town mentality. Fate doomed me to be a Sally Simpleton, but I decided some time ago that the world was beyond my window and that we would all be better for learning about it and from it.
There are things I hate about the US too. Most of what I hate stems from our country's legacy of bigotry and oppression. I've made it a lifelong avocation to think critically about first my own biases and then the biases of my surroundings to contribute to the cessation of the Jim Crow, dogmatist mentality we're so well-known for.
When I finally had the opportunity to leave the country to visit Europe, I came back having traded in my small town perspective for a world view. This world view was like a baby that had to be looked after and fed. I don't have any illusions that having visited two counties in Europe meant that I had now seen the world. What I did learn from talking with students from Poland and Denmark at the summer institute I was attending was that a) many Americans are extremely inward focused, b) our educational system is very far behind, and c) capitalism isn't so fabulous. I felt ashamed to be an American. I felt disgusted. I came back to the US with much contempt for my home and felt depressed.
I held onto that contempt for over a year. I'm letting go of that contempt for a couple of reasons. For one, it's unproductive. Secondly, I believe there is good in America. When I see the work of moveon, alternet, and the videos of the media that matters film festival which I've followed for three years I see the America I believe in. I'm proud that our country no longer has one face, one color, one voice. Yes, there's a lot of crap in America. There's a lot of crap everywhere, but what good is it going to do us to only dwell on crap?
Please watch the short films from Media that Matters at http://www.mediathatmattersfest.org/mtm05/