Suicidal Superpower

I exert a lot of effort to avoid getting sucked into recent American worries. Gas prices soaring! Food prices doubling! The stock market's fledgling! There's a woman running for President!

I am not an economist, my opinion is irreverent. However, the anxiety that I wind up being riddled with is too much to handle. So I take my very American stance on it: avoid, avoid, avoid!

This article was very well plotted out. Drunk with power!

The Truth Hurts

Sagittarius NOVEMBER 22 - DECEMBER 21

They say you have the grace of a dancer and the agility of a world-class gymnast. After that, though, it's usually just a bunch of mean-spirited laughter.

This week's isn't as far fetched as some others.  But keep laughing, I apparently still hold the bow and arrow!

Snapshot

                 Objects in camera are most definitely closer than they appear.

Disturbing Chic

Strange coincidence, so I hope:  The other day, my mother asked me to join her on her balcony, for more than just to suck in her second hand smoke. So I went out with her, and she delicately pulled out a neatly folder magazine cutout. Turns out, it was an ad for people to make loved one's ashes into gemstones and then they wear them as a daily reminder. Creepy! No judgement's passed, mind you, it's just not something I can see being on my list of possibilities. No thanks. Maybe, MAYBE, to create the ring to then throw off into the ocean instead of ashes that could blow back and cover my face. I tried to stop thinking about it entirely.

Then I run into this:  jewelry from pets. And since I might never be able to look at someone wearing a paw print pendant the same way again, I thought I would bestow upon you my same pleasure. You're welcome.

For Tony....

Indelible footprints in my brain:

A wise man focused his energies on understanding religions of all facets. He spent countless hours comparing modern literature to biblical lessons long since preached. Among his favorite works, he spent much time deconstructing and teaching "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory." It would be an injustice to say I would pick up where he left off, but something inside of me comes alive when I can make/see/share anything along that vein. This is from my friend, and it's as good of an example as I could think of.

Quote of the Day

Julia: "Someone stole my water. I am inferiorerated. "

Snapshot

I cherish encapsulated moments in time, where nothing but everything can pick me up and place me back in time. I wish high school felt this good while it was going on.

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  "If you got something to say about her cone, say it to me first. I dare you." 

So Wrong, it's Wrong.

Who would think that "Koreannovation" would think of something off-the-wall? There is something unsettling about an open plastic casket for your pet, no matter how filtered and tepid the air is inside.

Snapshot

This is Mojo's best-to-date attempt at The Dog. 

Although I will say it comes pretty naturally to him, since his head generally seems unproportionately large for his body. Don't let him know.

Quote of the Day

Jordan: "Facebook's to meet people, not to scare them away. As a friend, you should tell them what the deal is."

It's out of my control...

Two days ago, I stepped off of my elevator and was greeted by this wooden buffet table, of sorts. I think that in its' prime, it was chic and brought a great 1950's living room together.  In 2008, I can see it's years, it's neglect, it's probably opposition to everything else furniture-wise that it cohabitated an apartment with. 

Last night, I dreamt about working on this table, laboring over its' clean lines and cute peg legs. I dreamt that I was sanding it down in an open garage and getting it ready for a deep stain with a light crackle paint coating to appropriately antiquate it. Never mind the fact that I have no open garage space, the only painting I've ever done is my nails, and as far as sanding goes, I can't even touch a nail file because it gives me the goose-bumps.

And as I walked by my dream table, patiently sitting in my hall to be dragged down to the dumpster, I imagined somehow dragging it down to my car, putting my seats down, shoving it in, and driving it to my aunt's house for safekeeping. Even know, I am imagining where this table could be theoretically placed in my phantom home.  You may call me crazy, whatever that means, but I call the table possessed with the ability to draw me in.

Some Old, Some New

This is my favorite Youtube compilation ever!!! I hadn't seen a lot of these clips either, but it's totally worth it!!

Quote of the Day

This is a brief, random, and priceless conversation between an 8 year old boy and his mother:

Tristan:  "I like a girl at school that looks like a boy."

Maureen:  "Why?"

Tristan:  "'Cuz that's really awesome, that's why!"

And life only gets more confusing from here, Tristan.

Snapshot

Ah, those were the days. When Coca-Cola (registered trademark) was laced with actual cocaine, and the "meeting place" was a soda-shop. Where is our generation's meeting place? Street corners, that's where.

Quote of the Day

Stemming from a Word of the Day.

Interdiction- 

A.H.:  "Interdiction is dirty, 'cuz it's in, dic, and her."

Bears, Bears, Everywhere...

With all the news swirling about the "actor" grizzly bear killing his trainer, it's exciting, yet ever-so unsettling that a black bear is sighted in Paramus, NJ. A shopping mecca in New Jersey, and as suburban as suburbs can get, a cute and cuddly and highly lethal bear was roaming backyards, recycling bins, and sandboxes.

Maybe if Rocky, said bear, was paid enough or not so typecast in his roles, he wouldn't have to resort to such publicity stunts to get some attention around here.

Who can say no to this face? Not me!

Rough Walk

When I take it upon myself to walk both Marley and Mojo at the same time, disaster is my first fear. I get tangled, yanked, knotted, embarrassed, and anything else you can think of as being unpleasant in regards to walking two maniacally hyper dogs that have listening problems. 

And as evil as it is, it does make me feel better than even the untouchable Hollywood elite deal with some of my same daily issues. And worse!!

Sorry Natalie!

Riches

The Riches make me happy, even when they are making me anxious and upset. Bravo, well, technically FX, to the creators of The Riches. I wish I could get past all of the political red tape, through the investors paying for glory, beyond the CEO's who merely had high hopes for a pitch. And I want to thank the original creator behind the scenes and on paper. For those of you unfamiliar: 2 things.  1: Do not read on. And 2: Get familiar.

In a nutshell, a financially unsound family of con-artist gypsies basically crash into the good fortune of seamlessly moving into the American dream. Although it's too far-fetched to actually be relatable, one hopes, the writer's successfully create situations where this family's unique background aids them in perpetuating their greatest con. I liked the Rich family, and the double entendre that becoming the Rich family, in turn, made the family rich. And I liked it even more when they fell prey to the same materialistic values that I have been taught to hold so dear. And as the family's lie slips from supportive spiders web to entangled noose closing in on them, I was initially upset. Drawn into the notion that is this fairy tale scenario doesn't play out for them, then all hope is lost. Because, really, how could anyone survive losing a mansion and a career people kill for? How could anyone recover from saying goodbye to their walk-in closets and choice of automobiles?

And it really took me a while to realize that they were struggling to hold on to the one thing that was tearing their lives apart. One son has run away and might soon be joining opposing forces. The other son has to rely on spying to even try to spend time with his parents, and he is self-medicating by playing both a male and female role in his own young life. A daughter who has now been teased by the previously unattainable world of popularity, academia, and a shot at an honest future which all, most likely, will never be able to come to fruition. A mother who is doing drugs, fighting and losing to her inner demons, and trying to piece her life together as it gets further stretched apart right in front of her eyes. And a father who is so wrapped up in his career that family is not even close to a priority and everyone, including himself, is feeling it. 

So welcome to the American Dream. Where there's apparently only room for money or love, because love of money is too cumbersome to share the spotlight. And the ultimate irony is that only when the family tries to play out the honest American life, all of their intimate interactions become lies.  And still, given the choice between this and that, I still choose this.  Maybe the moral will resonate a little louder with someone else....

Quote of the Day

I decided to switch things up a little today and braid some pigtails, which is something I don't remember ever doing in public. Just goin' with the urge, man. I figured I would get some hippie taunts, but it's not until I got to work (ie. spoke with people) that it was brought to my attention that I suddenly morphed into a Native American. So some good quotes were sure to follow:

A.H.: "Do you even know where Native Americans came from? They weren't just planted by mother Earth.

Me: "They came from Jesus."

A.H.: "Sh******t. I don't know what history books you read, but I read the right ones."

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A.H.: (in picking an appropriate Native American name for Julia) "Her name will be Eagle Talon. Eagle Feather is too soft for her."

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Me: "Are you sure you're not just greasing your muscles up?"

A.H.: "Heh heh. Why don't you just go outside and do a rain dance, okay Running Water?"