I haven't decided if I am hormonal or a slut.
I will blame this mindless contemplation on my attempt to relax and extreme head congestion. A week off work, no worries, a little sniffle, and BOOM....issues galore. Last night, I indulged in a trashy, brain cell busting, and body image cracking read of Glamour magazine, and now I'm anguished over lack of sex. Actually had a long drawn out inner dialogue over possibility of sex with midget manwhore or other denizens of nastyassville. Now I'm thoroughly upset with my desperate lunatic urges.
Must find a good man and establish a bonafide relationship to justify crazy animal lust. Must remember dignity and disease.
12.28.2003
12.26.2003
Have been sucked into megalomania.....bwahahaha!
Once upon a time, there was a little queendom named Geeez.
Once upon a time, there was a little queendom named Geeez.
12.23.2003
My Seattle trip:
Most people go to Seattle for all the cheesy tourist attractions, like the Space Needle, the Monorail, and the Pike Place Fish Market (the one where they throw the fish around). And I'm guilty of cheese too. Actually, the market was really cool, and I got to order a cafe latte in the original Starbucks there.
BUT the coolest thing ever was the Experience Music Project--the melting-smashed-guitars-a-la-Bilbao music museum. It's huge and had a special exhibition on punk and grunge scene in Seattle (lots of Kurt Cobain love, too much in fact). AND on the second floor was my favorite part--a sound lab that contained booths that taught you how to play and let you play around with acoustic guitars, electric guitars and basses, drum sets and keyboards, and let you record vocals. Oh, I so need an electric guitar and distortion pedals. The power chord root 6 is mine.
Most people go to Seattle for all the cheesy tourist attractions, like the Space Needle, the Monorail, and the Pike Place Fish Market (the one where they throw the fish around). And I'm guilty of cheese too. Actually, the market was really cool, and I got to order a cafe latte in the original Starbucks there.
BUT the coolest thing ever was the Experience Music Project--the melting-smashed-guitars-a-la-Bilbao music museum. It's huge and had a special exhibition on punk and grunge scene in Seattle (lots of Kurt Cobain love, too much in fact). AND on the second floor was my favorite part--a sound lab that contained booths that taught you how to play and let you play around with acoustic guitars, electric guitars and basses, drum sets and keyboards, and let you record vocals. Oh, I so need an electric guitar and distortion pedals. The power chord root 6 is mine.
Oh, and another thing about homoeroticism in LOTR....I think I read somewhere that Tolkien based a lot of the horrific war/wasted countryside scenes on his experience in the World War (example: the Dead Marshes). Maybe the companions' uncomfortable closeness is Tolkien's take on male bonding during wartime.
My counter-blog on Munkeigh's review of Tolkien's LOTR: ROTK (geek code for "3rd and coolest eye candy epic sequel"):
First, this is not the bestest film ever created. This is not the pure embodiment of all things great in cinematic adaptation. I know this and I'm not arguing otherwise. But it's better than the first and second parts, and that's rare, especially in the movies (see Godfather III, that's all I need to say).
I want to write as someone who has read all the Ring books, including the appendices, the Hobbit, but not dorky enough to read the Silmarillion. The films and Peter Jackson have done an EXCELLENT job of adapting the book, putting enough detail and main plot lines to get the feel of the stories and the necessary closure. And Munkeigh's main problems with the movie were problems with the book and Tolkien's unoriginal, antifeminist plot.
The book was written in 1965, by an old British man. I suspect that he wasn't part of the emerging feminist movement. He probably revelled in the mod miniskirts of the time. The book is a glorification of war, destruction, good vs. evil, and all things manly. Therefore, there weren't many female characters, but I'd like to point out two good ones (1) Galadriel--a strong, powerful, and mysterious female character and (2) Eowyn--courageous, strong, and nurturing. As for Arwen, she's insipid, but far less than she was in the book.
I am not going to argue for Tolkien's grand originality. He wasn't original at all, but most writers are not. He did a good job of mixing the mythological creatures, their characteristics, and other such archetypes into a complex and exciting plot. And that's what makes his book broad-reaching and interesting...a basis in the familiar, but with a twist. Tolkien was not the imaginative genius some reviewers have put him to be, but they also think the Matrix plot is new and mind boggling. Bridget Jones was a huge hit too, even though it's practically a modern Pride and Prejudice, complete with Colin Firth. I don't think the normal moviegoer realized this either.
As for the Joss Whedon comparison...as if you can compare. Of course Joss comes out as more developed, but he wasn't out to write a straight good vs. evil story. He was intending from the start to question the lines of good and evil, unlike Tolkien.
Last bits:
1. Everyone wanted to control the mystic ring (feminine symbol), but they couldn't, they weren't strong enough. Ha.
2. Homoeroticism....lots of man/hobbit/elf/dwarf love. Shouldn't we be revelling in the acceptance of the "feminine" aspects of feeling, love, and caring into male characters? Why should we be uncomfortable?
3. By the way, Eowyn's complete tromping of the Wraith King is almost verbatim from the book. Her role was not exaggerated or forced into the plot. And I argue that her fight was not pointless. Sure, Thedon died, but by killing the Wraith King, she brought down the command line and chaos in the enemy ensued, bringing an end to the battle.
First, this is not the bestest film ever created. This is not the pure embodiment of all things great in cinematic adaptation. I know this and I'm not arguing otherwise. But it's better than the first and second parts, and that's rare, especially in the movies (see Godfather III, that's all I need to say).
I want to write as someone who has read all the Ring books, including the appendices, the Hobbit, but not dorky enough to read the Silmarillion. The films and Peter Jackson have done an EXCELLENT job of adapting the book, putting enough detail and main plot lines to get the feel of the stories and the necessary closure. And Munkeigh's main problems with the movie were problems with the book and Tolkien's unoriginal, antifeminist plot.
The book was written in 1965, by an old British man. I suspect that he wasn't part of the emerging feminist movement. He probably revelled in the mod miniskirts of the time. The book is a glorification of war, destruction, good vs. evil, and all things manly. Therefore, there weren't many female characters, but I'd like to point out two good ones (1) Galadriel--a strong, powerful, and mysterious female character and (2) Eowyn--courageous, strong, and nurturing. As for Arwen, she's insipid, but far less than she was in the book.
I am not going to argue for Tolkien's grand originality. He wasn't original at all, but most writers are not. He did a good job of mixing the mythological creatures, their characteristics, and other such archetypes into a complex and exciting plot. And that's what makes his book broad-reaching and interesting...a basis in the familiar, but with a twist. Tolkien was not the imaginative genius some reviewers have put him to be, but they also think the Matrix plot is new and mind boggling. Bridget Jones was a huge hit too, even though it's practically a modern Pride and Prejudice, complete with Colin Firth. I don't think the normal moviegoer realized this either.
As for the Joss Whedon comparison...as if you can compare. Of course Joss comes out as more developed, but he wasn't out to write a straight good vs. evil story. He was intending from the start to question the lines of good and evil, unlike Tolkien.
Last bits:
1. Everyone wanted to control the mystic ring (feminine symbol), but they couldn't, they weren't strong enough. Ha.
2. Homoeroticism....lots of man/hobbit/elf/dwarf love. Shouldn't we be revelling in the acceptance of the "feminine" aspects of feeling, love, and caring into male characters? Why should we be uncomfortable?
3. By the way, Eowyn's complete tromping of the Wraith King is almost verbatim from the book. Her role was not exaggerated or forced into the plot. And I argue that her fight was not pointless. Sure, Thedon died, but by killing the Wraith King, she brought down the command line and chaos in the enemy ensued, bringing an end to the battle.
12.17.2003
Off to cold wet Seattle (yay!!).
Itinerary:
Fly off at the crack of dawn.
Try to not get sick on the plane.
Buy tiny umbrella at O'Hare airport because I always forget something.
Land, check into hotel, and wait for the Special Sauce to arrive.
Tour like a mad fiend.
Shop and drink lots of coffee.
Feel all grungy and cool.
Fly back in time for day of skeeball with Munkeigh.
I cannot complain. My life is good.
Itinerary:
Fly off at the crack of dawn.
Try to not get sick on the plane.
Buy tiny umbrella at O'Hare airport because I always forget something.
Land, check into hotel, and wait for the Special Sauce to arrive.
Tour like a mad fiend.
Shop and drink lots of coffee.
Feel all grungy and cool.
Fly back in time for day of skeeball with Munkeigh.
I cannot complain. My life is good.
12.15.2003
12.11.2003
May I reiterate that I am thoroughly tired of the gross men. Just received an email from a nasty Marine. I think that normally Marines are cool and worthy of my respect, but not when one writes me a 100,000-word dissertation on how much he works out, how looks are what really matters, and how he loves dinner by candlelight and is NOT controlling AT ALL. Generally proving to me that he's making up for something and has ISSUES. Note to sad Sir: if you have to start every other paragraph with "are you still with me," I have already run far far away.
UGH!!! I need to bathe. I feel so dirty.
I really miss the celibate monks. At least they are considerate, intelligent, and clean.
UGH!!! I need to bathe. I feel so dirty.
I really miss the celibate monks. At least they are considerate, intelligent, and clean.
Maybe on the edge of the great chasm of depression. Got Buffy Season 5 today and don't feel like watching it for fear of crying over deaths of imaginary TV characters. Can't wait until Season 6 when true depression will run rampant. Other possible reasons for listlessness:
Holidays.
General suckage of the human race, especially exposed during the holidays.
Self-loathing.
Discovery of someone scarily very much like me, but apprehension and embarrassment for the loserness of him.
Full moon.
Meat market of a dating scene.
Scads of gross men in uniform.
Pitiful desperate response to gross dating scene.
Hard work for naught (but for the highly coveted "meets expectations" designation).
Holidays.
General suckage of the human race, especially exposed during the holidays.
Self-loathing.
Discovery of someone scarily very much like me, but apprehension and embarrassment for the loserness of him.
Full moon.
Meat market of a dating scene.
Scads of gross men in uniform.
Pitiful desperate response to gross dating scene.
Hard work for naught (but for the highly coveted "meets expectations" designation).
12.07.2003
“Just when I thought that I was out, they pull me back in.”
I have revisited almost-forgotten forces of anger and hatred. Am thoroughly "appauled" by the depths of human immorality and stupidity, especially since I had chosen to ignore the blatant scuminess. Will purge blog of any positive references to idiot midget subspecies. Will refrain from throwing nails onto his lawn in hopes of future rusty wounds. Will not fantasize of painful torture involving castration and guitar strings.
Will think positively that karma will set it all right. I just hope the f***** suffers.
I have revisited almost-forgotten forces of anger and hatred. Am thoroughly "appauled" by the depths of human immorality and stupidity, especially since I had chosen to ignore the blatant scuminess. Will purge blog of any positive references to idiot midget subspecies. Will refrain from throwing nails onto his lawn in hopes of future rusty wounds. Will not fantasize of painful torture involving castration and guitar strings.
Will think positively that karma will set it all right. I just hope the f***** suffers.
12.03.2003
I think I have ADD.
Let me explain....when I was thinking about all the work that I'm putting off until tomorrow morning because I am tired and don't care, my cat started howling while I was doing laundry--due to the noise from the machine, I guess. Distracted, I decided to blog. In pondering what I could blog about, I scratched my head, and looked down and saw a blue spot on my thigh. The spot from my pen, jabbed into my leg, desperately trying to stay awake during interviews with the Air Force. Hmm. Blue. Maybe I should apply for that litigation attorney vacancy--that can't be as boring. Damn, the bar. Oh well. I glanced up and saw myself surrounded by all the extraneous books, photo albums, file folders, and yearbooks that don't fit on my bookshelves. I need more bookshelves I think, while I yell at my cat for howling. And then I thought mmm, chocolate doughnuts, and tried to hold off from going downstairs and eating the cookies I baked yesterday. I scratched my hand absently and realized that I never put a bandaid on that finger that I cut earlier today.
Because I forgot.
Oh, and having recurring thoughts of jumping the pharmacy counter at my local Target to give my Asian pharmacist a hug just because he's so damn cute. How rare is that? A non-midget Asian? Oh, wait. Me.
Let me explain....when I was thinking about all the work that I'm putting off until tomorrow morning because I am tired and don't care, my cat started howling while I was doing laundry--due to the noise from the machine, I guess. Distracted, I decided to blog. In pondering what I could blog about, I scratched my head, and looked down and saw a blue spot on my thigh. The spot from my pen, jabbed into my leg, desperately trying to stay awake during interviews with the Air Force. Hmm. Blue. Maybe I should apply for that litigation attorney vacancy--that can't be as boring. Damn, the bar. Oh well. I glanced up and saw myself surrounded by all the extraneous books, photo albums, file folders, and yearbooks that don't fit on my bookshelves. I need more bookshelves I think, while I yell at my cat for howling. And then I thought mmm, chocolate doughnuts, and tried to hold off from going downstairs and eating the cookies I baked yesterday. I scratched my hand absently and realized that I never put a bandaid on that finger that I cut earlier today.
Because I forgot.
Oh, and having recurring thoughts of jumping the pharmacy counter at my local Target to give my Asian pharmacist a hug just because he's so damn cute. How rare is that? A non-midget Asian? Oh, wait. Me.
12.01.2003
Finally getting into the spirit of the season and making gifts lists, shopping, and putting up tree and decorations!! Just had to finish Thanksgiving first (considering most people don't). The only thing I'm really concerned about (other than lack of time and money, as always) is my psycho monkey cat using the tree as her diabolical launching pad to further terrorize my round bear cat. Nothing like coming home to an overturned Christmas tree.
As for the counseling I've been doing on the side, urgh. What draws these crazies to me??? Damn that psychology degree. Issues do not a man make.
As for the counseling I've been doing on the side, urgh. What draws these crazies to me??? Damn that psychology degree. Issues do not a man make.