I fucking met Jemaine!

I just know he loves me.



Just let me have this dream.

Oh, here's the real pic, damn it.

I loved this movie, still do. For some reason, this scene really resonated with me. I was pretty young, about 14, and quite impressionable.

They look like big strong hands...

There was a call for submissions for a poetry anthology, tentatively titled "Cranky Town" which is dedicated to poems infused with the irritability, despair, sadness and horror of PMS or Menopause,

The collection will benefit the women's shelter herstreet: http://www.laruedesfemmes.com/e_herstreet.htm

Here is my silly little poetry of rap, I submitted.

PMS, YO

So I'm moving along and minding my own business
When what's that feeling, could it be the menses?
My back is breaking and you're irritating
I think my stomach could use some deflating

I pass by a store and realize what is missing
I am in need of some sweet chocolate kissing
And chips 'n dip and some fruity pastries
And a big chocolate pie topped with whipped cream

Caught a glimpse of a pimpled face reflection
No amount of make-up can hide this complexion
I'm going back home cuz I'm feeling anti-social
I shouldn't be out cuz I could go postal 

Drowning in sweets and watching romance movies
Crying out loud and shouting at the TV
I realize tomorrow, a better day will bring
Everything is better when I'm not PMSing

Life is sometimes not the fairy tale we envision but if we try sometimes, we might find, we get what we need and what we long for becomes the burden. It has to. We do not wish to long for long... :)

I love this song, love the lyrics.





Simple Kind Of Life lyrics
For a long time I was in love
Not only in love, I was obsessed
With a friendship that no one else could touch
It didn't work out, I'm covered in shells

And all I wanted was the simple things
A simple kind of life
And all I needed was a simple man
So I could be a wife

I'm so ashamed, I've been so mean
I don't know how it got to this point
I always was the one with all the love
You came along, I'm hunting you down

Like a sick domestic abuser looking for a fight
And all I wanted was the simple things
A simple kind of life

If we met tomorrow for the very first time
Would it start all over again?
Would I try to make you mine?

I always thought I'd be a mom
Sometimes I wish for a mistake
The longer that I wait the more selfish that I get
You seem like you'd be a good dad

Now all those simple things are simply too complicated for my life
How'd I get so faithful to my freedom?
A selfish kind of life
When all I ever wanted was the simple things
A simple kind of life

I attended a play at Hyde Park Theater called "House" written by Daniel McIvor. It was a dark comedy rich in exploration of the human condition. Specifically, loneliness and anger and the different paths followed to contain those emotions and finally use them to catapult toward resolution. Ken Webster is the HPT's artistic director and a primary actor thereof. This was a one man show; a task Mr. Webster excels in. There was no stage set and no props, aside from a chair, a broken cigarette, and one of those lights attached to a cord, the latter of which he used to angrily swing around his head on the darkened stage to great effect. This play took an odd turn: it opened with him thanking us for attending and not sitting at home watching television. This is a theme I still chew upon. He leapt from vine to vine: one moment fully in character and another, an actor in character and fully aware he is on stage in acknowledgment of performing for an audience, even stopping the play awkwardly to point this out. At one point, and one of my favorite moments of the show, he gestured for the house lights to be brought up exposing us all, dipped a toe off stage and into the world of audience playfully singing, "Uhh-ohhh." He stalked about the audience slowly instilling fear in each one of us that he would ask a question, stare at us head on, acknowledge our existence, or god forbid, make us get on stage and become part of the spectacle to be judged. He perched behind a man and asked if he regretted not staying home to watch TV. It was uncomfortable and exhilarating. The spotlight was frightfully turned upon us and we did not like it - oh, but we did! All the world's a stage! This was a play that had us heartily laughing one moment and exploring our own psychosis the next, then soaring us into the journey of his inner mind and back again. Loved it.

Afterward, we did our beloved post HPT show food and beer and strolled across the street for some of the best pizza in town at The Parlor. Awesome! There, as we were leaving, a drunken boy invited us for a beer. After we hem/haw I accept and graciously, my gal sticks with me though she has a bfriend. (Thank you, sweets!) I like this boy. He was in a group of 4 on an interrupted pub crawl so they were toasty and I thought the boy liked me but perhaps it was beer goggles. The Parlor closed so my gal drove them to Spiderhouse and I met them there, this self proclaimed Chimay Gang. It was tons of fun. Alas, I saw a ring on the boy's left hand and was disappointed. Me being the open and honest person that I am, said to him as he was leaving, "I would ask for your number but I see you are married. " He gave an affirmative and that was all. Ultimately, this is positive that I actually met and spoke with a boy while out and about and I liked him. So he's married. Maybe the next one will not be married or gay. I have hope.

Forever and always baffled and entertained by the interwebs offerings.

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I love the Alamo Draft House. In fact, I attend no other theater unless it is a dire situation, such as trying to see "Star Trek" on opening day. One of the reasons I go to Alamo is for the crowd. It is a serious movie crowd who tend to be not too young and not too geriatric. Generally, they do not involve kids unless it's a serious kids movie and during matinee days/times only. The Alamo crowd does not talk during the movie. They are born ninjas. They crouch like tigers and hide like dragons when rising to go to the bathroom or anything aside from sitting in their chair. And they dork out at the end feverishly and SILENTLY awaiting the credits for end of movie geekdom. Alas, today, there were few Alamo people in the crowd  while viewing "Wolverine" which I enjoyed. Hell, I might have enjoyed it more if not for the constant snickering and laughing from two rows back. I glared at them once which shushed them for a moment. They once again shushed after I returned from the bathroom - I think they thought I went to tattle. I was distracted during the movie with fantasies of my expression. For example: I thought when I returned from the bathroom I would whisper a sweet request to the offenders. Something southernly while batting my eyes. Alas, I did not. I thought I might rise after paying my tab and ask them to be quiet for the remainder of the film. I did not. Finally, when there was no more than 5 minutes left, I rose and turned to them and yelled, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you think you're at a comedy? Why are you here? Next time, stay home! Seriously!"
I sat down. I stood back up, "Are you tripping? You are fucking assholes! Seriously, shut the fuck up and next time, just stay home!"
No applause but many smiles (only 10 other people there). I care not. I felt like a million bucks. God help the next ahole who ruins my movie.
The last thing I heard from them was an apology. I think it was a gay pride embarrassment thing more than remorse but still. It felt goddamn good. Funny, I was the only one show stayed for the after credits fun. I wonder why...

Friday, I spontaneously saw "Star Trek" -  a much beloved show of mine. Not to be too trekkie and weird, but I grew up on the show, it was the first thing I remember dreaming about, and James T. Kirk my first crush.  At age 5, I dreamed of being on the Enterprise. Not being able to escape the realty of being 5, in my dreams, Captain Kirk was in a teaching role. Funny. The show helped shape my idealistic tendencies and love of Science Fiction. For a time, I watched every show a million times, and tried to read every book written (an impossibility). I went into the movie optimistic from having heard good things, knowing JJ Abrams was at the helm, and my beloved Simon Pegg played Scotty. Alas, I hated the movie. Just kidding, I fucking loved it! Not for one single second did I experience anything other than affection, excitement, and awe. One of the best movie experiences I could have hoped for. The cast is top notch, achieving the impossible feat of honoring the characters and giving them new life. They achieved  a perfect balance of acknowledging the past yet breathing new life. This movie appeals to all levels as witnessed by my buddy, Lori who apparently, knows nothing about the show or movies. At one point, when a character was introduced and he said his name was McCoy, I thrust my fists in the air with pure happiness, my friend Lori didn't even know the name! She was clueless but still loved the entire movie.

We clapped hard when the movie ended and stayed for the credits. I had the pleasure of explaining many things to Lori about the history etc. I will not tell you our conversation as it is sure to contain spoilers, revealing some of the charachters in the movie etc. Let's just say even I was flabbergasted at the amount of knowledge I contain in my brain about that world and it's inhabitants. It was then that we all realized just how big a trekkie I am. Scary and comforting all at once. Live long and prosper.

I've had a great couple of days. I took off work Thursday and Friday for a couple of reasons. The first as something nice to do for myself for Mother's Day since no one else will and the second due to my Ex going out of town and having my girl full time which is great but it's nice to have some time off to oneself.

Work was crazy busy Wednesday as I made the mistake of telling people I would be gone for two days. The horror. People went into a panic needing things immediately; some for real and some for panic reasons only, which makes me feel needed and truthfully, I love being busy with the day flying by as opposed to twiddling my thumbs looking for things to do, but seriously folks - it's only two days.  

Wednesday night I did my Alamo Lost thing with Buddies Hai and Chris. Good times. Thursday was pure laziness though I did manage to clean the house. Thursday night, I attended the Flight of the Conchords show at Bass Concert Hall. A bigger venue than I would hope to see such a musical/comedy act but our tickets were decent. The people watching was ripe for this show with so many hipsters and people who think they're hip. I was surprised by the amount of young boys with their dads in tow. I found that interesting. There seems to be a reversal in gender as age increases. That is to say, the younger fan base tends to be male and the older fan base tend to be female. This is all very unscientific but fun for me to think about.

The show was awesome, Bret and Jemaine, the two New Zealanders who make up Flight of the Conchords were hilarious and surprisingly interactive and engaging (even wandering into the audience). They were very humble and obviously thankful for their good fortune, attempting to give all they could in their very unique dry deadpan way. At times they played what various audience members screamed out and at others decided to stick to their loosely built set list. They were not afraid to deviate and were very improvisational. One thing I love about artists, the ones who are gifted and not afraid to follow their own path, is the willingness and curiosity of playing a song differently. For songs we know and love, they used different instruments ad libbed and added entire new verses into the songs. They kept it fresh and us on our toes. I'm not trying to make them sound all artsy and complicated, this is a comedy act and comedy they delivered. We laughed, we cried tears from laughing. It was worth the price of the ticket two times over. Loved it. One audience member yelled out, "I love you!" Jemaine deadpanned, "I'll take 'you' to mean in the plural." There are two of them, you know. They bantered with the audience, encouraged it early on, then lovingly shushed people when they got too crazy and disruptive, but the banterings between the two of them were almost as good as the songs. These are fast witty guys. I've stolen a line from Jemaine. When describing their show and how they will talk to us in between songs, he said, "We Lie to you. We tell you lies but if you laugh then they are jokes." We heard jokes and we love our fictional yet real Bret and Jemaine.
Present.

I miss my kid.


Everything she sees
she says she wants.
Everything she wants
I see she gets.

That's my daughter in the water
everything she owns I bought her
Everything she owns.
That's my daughter in the water,
everything she knows I taught her.
Everything she knows.

Everything I say
she takes to heart.
Everything she takes
she takes apart.

That's my daughter in the water
every time she fell I caught her.
Every time she fell.
That's my daughter in the water,
I lost every time I fought her.
I lost every time.

Every time she blinks
she strikes somebody blind.
Everything she thinks
blows her tiny mind.
That's my daughter in the water,
who'd have ever thought her?
Who'd have ever thought?
That's my daughter in the water,
I lost everytime I fought her
Yea, I lost every time.