I may not be the biggest BAMF in the room at any given time, but I certainly try to be in the top three.

I've been in the theatre for over twenty years as a little bit of everything. Yes, I have welded upside down from a second story set in nothing but gauzy underwear half hour before a show opened. I prefer to keep my hair purple. And I run very quickly in four inch heels.

Thank you, everyone, for the birthday wishes! :D It was really sweet.

Last night, I had ice cream and cake and sort of face planted into bed after a long day at work. Actual birthday celebrations happened on Sunday, where people were kind of enough to come over, eat loads of cake with me, and watch Die Hard. Bless the xbox because NO ONE ELSE has it streaming. WTF?! It's fucking DIE HARD.

There might be more things last this week/weekend, either Total Recall or the Expendables 2. In short, BOOM BOOM. :D?

I am excited for Dragon*Con later this month. I may not be prepared AT ALL, cosplay-wise, but I am so freaking excited for the vacation and seeing friends at Nerd Vegas. I just need some time AWAY. Work is always insane this time of year.

Right now, my assistant is gone on vacation for the week, which is FINE BY ME. You need to get away this time of year. That means, though, that the rest of my office freaks the fuck out. "BUT WHAT ABOUT THIS THING?!" I already did that weeks ago. "HOW DID YOU KNOW TO DO THAT?!" Because we do it every year, and I plan ahead? We could do that as an office, if you like! I can make a schedule! Not so much, fyi. I have to keep explaining that, no, I am not overwhelmed. I am fine, thanks. It's busy but fine. "ARE YOU SURE? LET ME MICROMANAGE YOU SOME MORE FROM AFAR." No, I'm good, thanks. I'm going to be busy doing work now.

Parents say insane things to me right now. It's still so much better than years past, but still. You have to take a breath and tell yourself that you will have a delicious chocolate cookie later for not losing your temper at the parent crying about losing their most precious baby and can't I tell them this thing that is totally not something I can tell anyone except the actual student. And then I'm an asshole for not telling them things they know they should not be asking. Had to walk a kid through who to contact so that no information can go to their parents because she was afraid they would try to apply for classes for her. Poor thing. That is just too much. Let go, moms and dads! Let go!!

Have a new work computer! I AM IN THIS CENTURY!! I didn't think my work was that effected by the bad tech that I had been working with, but I have since realized that was just me thinking on the bright side of things. Huge fucking difference. HUGE.

I thought Windows 7 would be a little bit more of a learning curve since it has been XP or Mac OS for me for yeaaars. Nope, not hard. Though, the interface is sometimes stupid. Whatever, FASTER WORKING COMPUTER, AAAAAAH!!

Also, they gave me itunes. MY COMPUTER NO LONGER LOCKS UP ON PANDORA. I can listen to international radio stations again! DIFFERENT MUSIC, OMG. It is like a mind fuck. Seriously. I feel like I'm in a P.K. Dick novel and soon, I will start feeling bugs crawling out my eyes and really, I'm on the moon. With Steve.

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I always have a few songs that I listen to on repeat for a month or two. This is how I roll. This normally involves some crazy boyband, pop act, or Wonky Pop eurotrash because I get goofy and candy coated earworms. Not this time! It's the good stuff!

JD McPherson - North Side Gal



So sad I missed him by a week in Boston. So catching him next time he swings through this way. Love his sound: bought the whole album, stuck him in my playlists next to Elvis.


What's that? Song bomb? WMOOOOOMCH! :D

Hey, y'all. Thanks for listening yesterday about work stuffs. This job makes me lose my perspective a lot. Boss has left for the day, and I probably won't see her again until Tuesday. Hurrah, maybe!

I'm incredibly tired and just want to curl up under my desk and not come out. I think the cold I have been fighting off is in the "you must hibernate at all times" mode. Not cool, man. Not cool. I could have fallen asleep on my plate last night during skygiants Goodbye, Boston! dinner.

Somehow, it is unclear how, last night's dinner because the Fellowship from Lord of the Rings. I don't know how. I was actively trying not to be part of the conversations happening around me when they evolved into discussions about devouring angel eyeballs (I was near shati assured me that we probably would not survive the giant spider, so that's good, right? ;_;

This is my life, lately. I should paint more things for cosplay and build more things out of other things. I'm super tired, though. Also, my budget is mad at me.

How does one get controlling time like powers? I would like those. I would probably only abuse the slightly! (NAP TIME FOR A WEEK!)

I blame newredshoes. It's totally her fault I have been listening to If Poems all morning, and damn Tom Hiddleston's Shakespare readings!

I should be writing comic book write ups and my deep thoughts on Why An Ant-Man Movie Annoys Me (Can't Black Widow or Ms Marvel Punch Him Instead?).

Clicking send before I get too terrified.

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if music be the food of love, play off
your silences are more my companion
than your poetry and songs
(The dog does love your singing, my love;
myself? Ah... you are very kind to share)

your restless hand across my back in the night
is equal a comfort to your snores (though, I may smother you,
know that i love you, and there is no other I would want
to drool across my hip)

I long for the press of your chest against my back
in the shower, and the unintelligible mutter of good
morning against my neck (don't worry:
love is setting the coffee maker on automatic)

if music be the food of love,
silence and quiet is its measure of truth, of age and trust,
of the lengths I would go to hear your voice again
(even when it is to say, "pass the remote, there is a game.")

I miss your hands when you leave me,
but I want you gone as well. I want to hear your stories
of adventure when we are reunited (the servers had to be
restarted a third time, you say? damn them all, indeed)

tongue-in-cheek my love may be,
you are the last person I think of before I sleep,
the best person I have ever known
you are the music that lets my love grow

food of love, indeed
it is well: those footie travel kit shorts are tiny

Hey guys.

>_>

Yeah, I know, it has been a while.

Life is going for me. I have a play I'm working on that sucks up my time, it is cosplay crunch time for D*C, and I still think about poisoning my boss' coffee every morning. The usual! bookelfe is in Boston for the summer, so I use her as an excuse to go to ALL THE PLAYS and ALL THE FILMS. (Who else would go see Roller Disco: The Musical with me? NO ONE BUT HER.) I use twitter a lot more these days. Oh twitter, you so cray-cray. Never change!

I have no idea if anyone is still reading, but onward we go!


Shit that won't fit on twitter:

Writing like this on the BBC pisses me off. Use of the Dirty War in quotation marks pisses me off. Broaching genocide and mass murder in terms like "military rule" and "terrorism" pisses me off. Let me pull out the Nazi comparison card (some of them were ex-Nazis, it is applicable): that is like saying Hilter and the Nazi party were an extreme political movement that had a world wide impact. It is simplistic, and I expect better.

I will not say anything about the fact that news is labelled as "Latin America & Caribbean" that covers Latin America, the Caribbean, and South America. I'll just leave this sentence here for you. Pretend I tied it up in a pretty little bow!


Awesome stuff I am crowd sourcing:

I love Kickstarter and other crowdsourcers. I normally throw around $20 - $30 a month on these sorts of things.

Haydn in London: The Piano Sonatas

This is local to me and a friend of a friend sort of thing, but it is really neat, I think. Get some awesome classical music, support a local artist, support getting more classical music out there. WIN!

Art in the Dark

These ladies are AWESOME. They are asking for money to safety equipment and set up for their circus performance that includes LOADS of ribbon dancing. SO AWESOME! Give their broadway smiles money!

A Dress Shirt--MADE OF SCIENCE!!

Seriously, dress shirt made of science! It's a shirt that alters to fit you, so it doesn't become sweaty and things like that. They also need your money! MONEY FOR SCIENCE SHIRTS!


I am going to hit post now! POST, POST, POST.

Work has been hell, lately. Not actually my boss, though! We had a showdown last week, where I just finally lost my shit and I yelled at her about her "supervisor" approach. I got an apology, and I about dropped dead on the spot when she said it. Things have been better, which is all I can ask for when things are about to explode at any moment. ("YOU CAN NOT LIVE ON THE SOLAR ARRAY. IT IS NOT GOOD FOR THE ENVIRONMENT NOR THE LIBRARY POWER SUPPLY.")

The show that I'm working on is going really well! I've managed to train the theatre company's staff into doing things a little more in advance and with more planning. ...okay, mostly I take away the things they could plan and do it myself, then make them think about things I have just done, and get them to agree, disagree, or add more to it. It works! It leaves me less stressed, actors less stressed, and things running smoothly! It's nice. I feel like I'm useful and also improving things for future productions. :D! That's all I ever want in the world: to feel useful.

Okay, yeah, and to have a harem of handsome-to-me men at my beck and call, but you know, I accept that one can't have every thing they want.

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I'M DOING IT. I'm getting the two smaller tattoos done this summer! Once the kids leave!

I wanna get 42 in Monty Python script with a martini glass behind my right ear. In honor of Milliways, of course, along with my love of Hitchhikers. That game has been almost a decade of my life (seriously, we're at 8 years this year? Really? Shit, man!), I feel okay giving it a permanent place on my body. ...may be I'll move it some place not my neck, but that's where I REALLY want to put it.

The other is a yellow crescent moon with a blue star off center for Sailor Moon. I LOVE YOU, MY DEAD GAY SHOW. I'll never stop loving my gateway fandom. I've wanted to get it on my left wrist or forearm. Again, I'll see how much I'm terrified of getting stabbed with pointy bits on areas I do not have body fat (all in the fucking gut, man! HOW IS THAT FAIR?).

AAAAH, TERROR. They'll be ones you can SEE. I'm old now, though, and everyone has them. Why the fuck not?

I have decided that I want... a scooter. (I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO POST THIS FOR A WEEK. THIS IS MY WORK LIFE.)

I've been thinking about it, on and off, for the last year! They're really popular in Boston, and the students are so cute as they putter along in their retrostyled seaform green or bright pink double seaters. I have grown to love walking and biking every where, but sometimes, places are a bit too far or a pain to get by walking or T. Or, you need to go pick up more than a bag of groceries from the market, and you say "do I need milk? Really, really need it?" because you don't want to carry 50 lbs back home.

I go off and research. By research, I mean, what will it look cute under my giant booty? Oh, tech specs? I like red. Color is very technical!

For the most part, these all don't even go 50mphs because it's an urban scooter. I'm just going about Somerville and Cambridge. I ain't popping on the Pike to go to Canton on this thing!

My list of "things I think are cute and might work for me!" are:
The Charming
The Buddy International
Cali Classic 125cc
Mio 50cc


And then, there is THIS. I admit, I fell IN LOVE the instant I looked at it. I want the red and white colored one. It doesn't even go 65mph. It isn't a cruiser bike. Every review I've read highlights it is very easy to handle and a great ride. That isn't for long distances, but great for the city. Thing I can't figure out: is it a scooter or an actual motorcycle.

See, in Boston, if it is a motorcycle, I have to go through an extra class to get another stamp on my licence which, anywhere else, would be EASY. Here, it's a giant pain in the ass that can take almost a year to get into one of the classes. A scooter, on the other hand, does not require you to get any additional licence crap. I WANT THAT BIKE. WAAAAANT IT.

I need to make time go and test drive one weekend. After the Shit Bus Driver (I am having a one sided war with this guy) drove by me AGAIN this morning, and I had to run into work (2.5 miles in 15 minutes! WOOOO! Not so great for my hair, though. ;_;) AGAIN. I still got in about 3 minutes late, so my boss had to have a "talk" with me about being prompt and how it is disrespectful to her if I am "constantly late". Mmmm. My feelings on this subject.

In short, INTERNET, HELLO! WHAT DO YOU THINK?

I went with varadia and genarti to see Hunger Games today. Okay, I told them they were going to go see the movie with me this weekend, and they both went :D! because they are good friends.

I haven't read the books, but the internet had told me much about it, so I knew what to expect. What really shocked me is that I cried the entire first half hour of the movie. Man, I felt those buttons get pushed.

( cut to prevent any accidental spoilers )

I keep trying to write a big post about Mass Effect and why the hell I fell so damn in love with a video game series. It keeps turning into this babbly mess of my thoughts on femininity, "being the badass", my iron clad affection for the Iron Lady trope, why the endings feel like a one-two punch in the face to female gamers, how I do believe video games are art, but just because it is art doesn't mean you can't improve it. (And how I, personally, want to stab everyone in the metaphorical face that highlights they are "not artists" in this proud way but feel like they still put their opinions in artists' mouths about what art is.)

In short: I have a lot feelings. To quote tumblr, "THE FEELS!!!!!"

One day, I might make a more concrete essay about it all. Or multiple. I have no idea. Who even reads my end of the internet anyway? Especially since I babble about crazy stuff you guys aren't even into (bless each of you that listen to my crazy rambles).

Like no one reading would stop me. Ha!

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I'm having another one of my "moments" about ever kissed again. It has been... a while. Yeah, let's stick with that. Dating is still hard, and I'm left staring at guys a good portion of the time after they open their mouths and wondering how they managed to get through life this far without being punched in the nuts.

There is vague drama somewhere. Maybe? I HAVE NO IDEA. There is a guy: I like his ass. No, seriously, I like his ass. It's nice, imho. The guy is nice, too. I want to make out with his face. Yet there might or might not be a girlfriend? A past girlfriend? THERE IS A GIANT QUESTION MARK. And it's one of those question marks that isn't actually anyone's fault or someone being a douche bag (sounds impossible, but it is true!). I can't ask someone else if this dude has a girlfriend and if not, is he hitting on me or being an awkward little turtle because he knows through the grapevine that I think he has a nice ass and would like to make out with his face because that would also cause DRAMA and GOSSIP. I am leery of being my own brass balls self and asking him because if I'm entirely misunderstanding this situation, then he will KNOW that I made a pass and failed and that I have HUMAN FEELINGS, and I can't deal with that. As a friend lovingly described it as I flailed at her, "He could sink your battleship."

I'm using that phrase to describe ALL of my goofy thoughts about guys and people knowing I have human feelings. "THEY COULD SINK MY BATTLESHIP!!!!!" I hate it when people could sink my battleship. I don't care if they are entirely wrong and hit my tugboat instead, I hate the idea they could maybe, possibly be right. I don't know what that metaphor means (what the fuck is my tugboat here?), but I'm sticking with it.

A few people asked about dance and dancers I liked in some of my writing posts, so I'll try my hand at this!

genarti is my dance watching partner-in-crime. We've been subscribers to the Boston Ballet for three years now, and it makes us both laugh that we have favorite dancers in the company that we know by name and favorite pieces that are in regular rotation. It's an extravagance, especially when I was still looking for work, but it was always worth it to me. I love what the Boston Ballet does, even when they are absolutely insane.

( The Reasons I love the Boston Ballet, let me count the ways! )

In short, Boston Ballet, I <3 you. I will continue to give you my precious money!


This is the show I recently saw, Playing With Fire. It's three short, contemporary pieces, two of them originals for the company.



I really liked this one! I liked Sharper Side of Dark a lot. It was a modern piece, but it was about character relationships and the complications there in between many different types of people, and I loved the interplay between dancers; it was all about stretching, reaching, and flexing (oh, the metaphor!).

Bella Figura still confuses the fuck out of me (it's one of the regular rotations). I have no idea what it's about. Maybe body movement? Maybe something else? There is a rather rape implied scene that happens at one point, but it's so metaphorical, the hell if I know. It's pretty but confusing as fuck. And I can normally figure this shit out! The topless nudity? No idea why either. The skirts are very pretty, though! And create really interesting shapes as the dancers move!

Rooster is the only piece that isn't a Boston Ballet original. It is a ballet piece from 1991 with music and inspiration from the Rolling Stones in the 1960s. I actually was really in love with this one: Gen and I were cackling most of the time because the dancers COMMITTED. You could tell they were having loads of fun with the entire thing. I managed to find most of the original production on the youtubes, but it just isn't the same. They're taking it SERIOUSLY. I'm sorry, but I can never take a man doing a rooster dance seriously (WHICH YOU SHOULDN'T).

I'll link my favorite, Ruby Tuesday (SO MARTHA GRAHAM, I CACKLED). If you like what you see, you can explore more.



And so concludes today's thoughts on dance!

DO NOT YET TALK TO ME ABOUT MASS EFFECT 3. I AM NOT DONE YET.

( Cut just to be safe! No spoilers but comedy vagueness )

Mass Effect 3 comes out next Tuesday, and I have to keep ducking spoilers left and right because the game leaked. I DON'T WANT TO KNOOOOOW. NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

So, I'm on lj black out now! Dreamwidth and I were already going steady, but we're gonna be extra exclusive for a while (hey hey, baby!).

I have fallen IN LOVE with Syfy's Face Off. genarti and I caught a couple episodes by accident yesterday, and we're utterly entranced. After a wicked hard work out in the gym (arc trainers are both wonderful and EVIL), we got take out and just watched episodes, cackling and mocking the drama the whole time. We both have a soft spot for RJ, the West Virginian teacher since he is a cosplayer (but also very, very good). I really like it! It is one of those few reality shows I can watch and go I KNOW WHAT THEY ARE DOING! I understand their struggles! Also, I want ALLLL the stuff they get to work with. Just, to have all that material that you can waste on a failed mold! ;_;

Gen has offered herself out to get make uped, as it were, if I feel the urge to be creative with prosthetics again. I'm thinking about it rather seriously. :D?

Speaking of work outs! I did a huge ass work out yesterday after almost two weeks away from the gym and doing...much of anything? DAMN COLDS. My whole body aches today, but I WON. Arc trainers are evil. Yet awesome. But also very, very evil. 20 minutes on that thing, and I burnt 250 calories. An arc trainer is like an elliptical but more like high stepping instead of running. It is as if you are going up a hill the entire time, and the machine changes the angle of the hill as you go. I like it, even though it almost kills me, because it is kinder to my knees and doesn't kill my right achilles like treadmills and other machines do.

ALL THE CRUNCHES were done. Aw yeah, doing 90! ...that hurts me, when I write that. I used to be able to do 300 crunches and 200 push ups during our competitions as dance warm ups. ;_; Oh, how I have fallen!

But. BUT! Weight watchers has been good to me! I am v e r y s l o w l y losing weight. I have gotten past the plateau that I had been stuck on for MONTHS. It's also helped me balance the weight gain that would happen from day to day. I would go up and down by 5 or 6 pounds during a week, which I could never figure out WHY my body would do that. At least that has stopped! I've only lost about 4 pounds since I started, but it got me past the hurdle! So, we'll keep on trucking!

I need to do questions and pictures for you guys! You all want to see my shoes, and I am sad to report that my shoes are not doing so well. D:! I actually haven't been buying a lot of shoes in the last many months, and my good shoes, after many years of service, are starting to go. MUST BUY MORE SHOES. So I can take pictures of them for you!

IT ALL MAKES PERFECT SENSE NOW!

I continue to love my Kindle! ALL THE READINGS.

Have a book review! Wanna Get Lucky? by Deborah Coonts


( Cross dressing love interests and whore houses? I'M THERE! )

You thought I had forgotten about these, huh? No, I haven't! Just work exploded extra when the computer system suddenly went down and the students rose up in neurotic panics. I also have somehow managed to attract a gentleman caller. :O! He's even a genuinely nice guy! :O!! Forgive me as I send goofy emails about the internet and arrange further dates (we talk about our favorite UFC fighters, zombies, and he is both awed and intrigued by my affection for power tools and shoes).

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Dance question! Dance! Something about your dancing experiences -- fun ones, painful ones, things you loved about it and things that made you want to punch walls.

( Love is just a dance away )

Great question! Feel free to ask me more! :D!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Who's fucking badass? FEMSHEP.

Jennifer Hale makes everything EPIC with her voice work.

I can't even. I'm so fucking happy, y'all. I know it's just a video game. It's a video game I love, but just a video game. But, still. This character means so much to me. It took years for the fans to convince Bioware they wanted publicity material for the female lead, that the game can sell just as well with a female marine lead as a male.

They did it, finally, and I'm just so fucking happy. She has a bazooka that shots nukes. Best Game EVER.

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On other video game notes, Double Fine Productions (a favorite studio of mine), made over a million dollars in less than 24 hours to develop a point-and-click adventure game. Point-and-click adventures are "dead" to publishers these days. The fact the company could raise the money, let alone that quickly, is so fucking awesome.

I love living in the times I live in. It's a complicated world, there is a lot of rough shit happening, but there is a lot of awesome as well.

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I LOVE EVERYONE. (except the students. Fuck off and stop asking me questions, I've got youtube videos to watch.)



Buy valentines and other great art from this etsy store.

Happy Galentine's Day
my thread

DOOOO IT!! I love the Galentine's Day idea. :D!

I'll be running all over that thread through out the weekend. I have an online image editor and NOTHING CAN STOP ME.

I was asked to write about what it was like when I used to be the production manager of the children's theatre. I'll try! I admit, I block a lot of it out.

( I apparently had a lot of feelings on the subject! )

I'll do a post with funny stories another time to make up for the lack here!

In reply to the question and photos meme, all but ONE of you have made requests related to either the cats or my shoes.

You are all dorks.

So, I've been on weight watchers for three weeks! After thinking about killing a) everyone, b) everyone else, c) myself for the first week because I was so very, very hungry, I am now good! In fact, better than good. :D! I'm eating better and have discovered that when I don't eat take out 3-5 times a week, I have loads more money to spend on shoes. SHOES.

Okay, honestly, I bought a lot of clothes and socks right now. Next is pretty underwear! Don't care if that is TMI, I've got pretty underthings. Therefore, I win! After that, more shoes. FOREVER SHOES. Eeeh, shoes. :D

I've lost all of 1.5lbs so far, but hey! Weight has been lost, and my weight has been staying steady. I accept! I also feel better, so I'm not gonna knock it. Things that I've figured out that I love: egg whites with spinach.

Roommate and I hit the gym once a week together, and it's been awesome! I stay on the cardio machine for an entire half hour (no stops, no slow downs!) then do strength training. I'm married to the abductor/adductor and hip flexor machines. I will open those gates again! OPEN SESAME.

I'm going to start back on my p90x later in the week. I'm going to do the Lean program this time, and see if I can survive for more than 3 weeks at a time. I WILL WIN. No p90x2 unless I can make it through a p90x (omg, there will never be p90x2, AAAAAH).

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A life update? Ha, I don't have one.

I was named the official company stage manager for the radio theatre company I've done some work with over the last year. It felt nice to be validated in that way. :D It'll be nice once that starts up: no excuses, can't hermit! They'll drive me crazy, but they're good people. It'll be fun, even as I plan to kill people.

I had a little bit of mental downtime recently. I admit it: I tried to call my mom, and when I got "this number has been disconnected" message; I lost it a bit when it hit me again. I talked to her almost every day for 20 years. Sometimes, I forget. I still have thoughts like "I should totally tell Mom and Sister this."

Then, I had a bit of an attack of the mental gerbils. You know what I mean when I say that, right? You find yourself in a bit of a circle-jerk of logic: I feel left out, but if I talk to people about it, they will hate me because I'm being an ass for feeling that, so I'm not going to do anything. And circle circle, dot dot, repeat. I woke up one day and suddenly that feeling was gone. Don't you fucking hate that? NO REASON for it! And NO REASON for it to leave! Stupid brain chemistry.

I've had total dating failure lately. ;_; I am not offended by it nor do I think I am a failure. I am not unsexy nor unlovable. Just not attracting not!idiots. Or we are both awesome and not attracted to each other. I'm just annoyed, and my deep thoughts consist of "y u so hard?! D:!".

My boss continues to be Michael Scott except without any redeeming qualities. Maybe some strange amalgamation between Dwight and Michael. She might or might not be timing my bathroom breaks with an egg timer. Whatever, I'm awesome. Every time she annoys me, I wear jeans to work the next day. I'm wearing jeans a lot now! :D I plan to dye my hair purple this weekend. Best plan!

I give up. Ask me questions or for pictures!

Leave me a topic to write a post about. Serious, funny, anything in between. Comments are screened!

OR

Give me something to photograph.

I would really like to do this one! Come and ask me stuff, internet! I would like to answer your questions. Work kind of... it zaps any of my urge to interact online, and I'm trying to fix that. I don't know how best to besides PUSH THROUGH IT.


Though my boobies are not an answer to either of them. :D?

Today is being such a Monday. My eye keeps twitching, but my blessed work study students are back, and they help both with the work load and entertaining me when I feel like stabbing everything and then setting it on fire.

I have signed up for Weight Watchers. ;_; I feel so upset at myself when I say that, that I am admitting defeat in my "getting healthy" fight, but DAMN IT. I just want to lose 15 more lbs! And I keep losing 5 then gaining them back. DAMN IT ALL TO HELL. So, I'm trying it out. We'll see, we'll see. It is a tool that might help, and all I want to is to be healthy.

I saw Haywire this weekend. I enjoyed it, and SHOCKINGLY, fell madly in love with Gina Carano's character. I suggest EVERYONE see it! It was not what I expected, but I had fun. It cracked me up watching Gina, an actual fighter, fighting actors. I could always tell when it was Ewan McGregor, not a stuntman. It was very much "I AM HITTING YOU, SEE ME PULL MY PUNCH." So entertaining! Yeah, I was pleased when she knocked about Michael Fassbender. Good movie: go see it!

The theatre was doing a survey of some kind when we went in, but no one ever gave me one. WHY? I WANTED TO TAKE A SURVEY ON FEMALE ACTION STARS. I have OPINIONS. The college students could tell I had opinions, didn't they? That's why they wouldn't let me have a survey. I would have filled out that survey SO HARD, damn it!

Ug, lunch break over, back to the grind.