Sad little Keanu

Thank you Shapeways... Now YOU too can own your very own sad little Keanu figurine. Why you ask? Well, I don't have an answer as to why YOU would want want one. But for me, I have an undying love and devotion that needed to be satisfied with my own little Keanu that I could carry around in my pocket.

If you aren't familiar with the 'sad Keanu' meme, here is a photo with my very own sad Keanu sitting beside him.

Thus begins our photo journey to happiness and enlightenment.

We went to the beach. The sunshine would do him well for sure.

  

I took him to the happiest place on earth. Nothing.  Mickey and the gang weren't helping by calling out requests for Bill & Ted dialogue.

This one was my fault. I tried scare tactics. Sad Keanu fears nothing.

This is where I like to go when I'm feeling blue. Alas, it didn't have the same affect on poor Keanu.

....poor, poor sad Keanu

I told him it was June, that it would never work...but it was sad Keanu's only request. My heart broke for him as he sat there motionless.

All sad Keanu wanted to do was see Santa. :/

Brains!

I have a new love in my life. A little show called "The Walking Dead" on A&E.

I remember now why I tend to watch shows after they are completed. Now I have to wait each week for a new episode along with everyone else in the world. ::sigh::

After the birth of my second son, anything apocolyptic or scary in any way was not an option. My hormones and brain chemistry were in no shape to deal with death or anything remotely upsetting. Now, I have the good people at Pfizer to thank for a little drug called Zoloft. ::thumbs up!::

Is it wrong that I laugh when a growling zombie latches on to an unsuspecting human, eating and slirping at the marrow? The grossness and brutality level of this show is way up there. I love it!

This show reminds me of LOST, a lot. I have a feeling there will be so much more to this "disease" than we could ever imagine.

I haven't completely caught up yet but will soon (today...). Once I finish I will post again, I'll try not to add any spoilers unless noted for those who haven't stumbled into the zombie apocolypse yet.

True Blood - Satisfy the hunger inside you.

"I don’t know what it is about me that makes people think I want to hear their problems. Maybe I smile too much. Maybe I wear too much pink, but please remember, I can rip your throat out if I need to and also know that I am not a hooker. That was a long, long time ago." Pam - TB Season Two

Being in full-on 'True Blood' mode I cannot stop devouring every peice of information I can gather whether it be book or show related. Blogs, articles, videos, facebook pages, you name it, I'm on it!

I started watching 'TB' season two last weekend and finished up last night, promptly delving right into three. Wow, It's amazing how I can watch this show over and over and still be surprised, excited, sad or just plain pissed! Season four is still eight long days away. They're right. Waiting Sucks! If I finish up season three before then... well back to season one I go!

I've read the books also, the show is better in many respects. When I first started reading the Sookie Stackhouse Vampire Mysteries, True Blood was not around yet and wouldn't be for a couple more years. At the time I couldn't see how vampire stories really could get any better than this.

The first book is amazing. It really sets the tone. Vampires have lived amongst humans for... well, forever. They have decided to "come out of the coffin" once a japanese pharmaceutical company has developed a synthetic blood that vampires are able to "live" on as opposed to feeding from humans. (Where is the fun in that?)

Sookie Stackhouse is a telepathic barmaid at Merlotte's, seemingly, the only restaurant / bar in all of Bon Temps, Louisianna. She doesn't know why she has been inflicted with this "curse" but she does her best to stay out of the heads of the people she loves. Sometimes it's not so easy. One day a vampire walks in the door and her life changes forever.

Charlaine Harris really did a fantastic job setting the foundation for Alan Ball. She had given him the canvas and a pallette of brilliantly vibrant colors and he created what we know as 'True Blood'.

I get so annoyed with people who say "why can't he go along with the books?" Honestly, what he has done has made the books more alive. Do we really want to see Lafayette die? Hell no! Do we want Jason to actually be a huge asshole? Not even a little. We love his S-L-O-W southern style.

Speaking of Jason, what's with all this buzz about HIS character being the one to come out as gay? I just can't see it. I mean, it would be like Lafayette realizing that he's a hetero! Doesn't work for me. Tara too... I know she has been jilted, but not enough to switch teams. Sam? Well, we know he drank a lot of Bill's blood and he had that dream about him. (When I watched that scene, I thought it was really happening... I was so confused!) But, you could tell how badly Sam wanted to shake it off. No pun intended.

I love Sam, not in the way I love Eric, of course. I love Sam as a big brother. He's dealing with demons of his own right now. Anyone that dealt with a childhood like his, you would think he would be a lot worse off. At the end of season three, he shot (at) his brother Tommy. I'm sure he didn't kill him. If he did though, I don't know if I can handle any more scenes with Joe Lee in his tighty whit... erm, brownies.

See... Sam is another Alan Ball "creation", if you will. Yes, he is in the books, but Ball gave him much more life than just his wild hair. (Something Charlaine Harris always mentions while writing about Sam.) Sams entire past was created through the show. We don't get much information in the books other than yes, he is a shifter and his "go to" shift is a Border Collie... and he, along with the huge plethora of Supes living in Renard Parish.. are in love with Sookie Stackhouse.

Sookie, Sookie, Sookie... I hate to say it, I think Anna Paquin is great and all, but Sookie is not one of my favorite characters in the series. I know, I know, she is the star. Maybe I'm jealous. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's it. What has she ever done to me? The whole fae thing, and yes, I know I'm beating a dead horse... but I don't like it. It's exactly what has been turning me off so much in the books. I want vampires and werewolves and shifters... oh my! (That was insanely corny of me, wasn't it?)

The eight minute sneak peak intro I've been fed over and over again... just does not satiate this hunger I have. Queen Mab? She looks like Bette Midler in Hocus Pocus. The whole thing was just too silly for me. I think the only thing I did appreciate out of the whole thing was getting to meet Grandaddy Earl. I thought it was so sad that he had no idea that he had been on the "faery plane" for twenty years.

This does bring me to a question though.. and maybe I'm wrong somehow. But Why would HE be there? In the books they elude to Gran having an illicit affair with (and I can't remember his name now) a fae. So why would Earl, her husband be there? You'd think Sookie would find her father there, right? I'm going to have to do a little searching and see what I come up with.

I just learned something else from our little sneak peak... for those of you who read the books. You remember Claude? Claudine's (Sookie's... pffft... Fairy Godmother... yes, this lameness comes from the books.. the later ones.) I digress, in the books Claude is the sexiest man alive. But gay as they come. (*Sigh... isn't that always the way!?) In this little snippet we see a fairy who is trying to save Sookie and Grandaddy Earl from Queen Mab. That's him! Ewwww.... creepy! At first when I saw Barry the Bellboy's "fairy Godmother" I thought that was him... but I knew as hot as he was he couldn't be Claude. Then to find out that scary looking dude was him was just... weird!

The guy who is playing him is Neil Hopkins. Don't know who he is? Neither did I at first. He played Charlie's brother in Lost. Liam... heroine addict... ring a bell?

Claude as a scary fairy...

Neil Hopkins sans scary makeup...

Amazing what a little make-up can do! I still can't get over this being Claude. Having just learned all this... I know Claude's character is going to be a lot different in the show than the books. In the books... he never looked ugly and moreso... he wouldn't try to save Sookie. He's not a bad guy... er, fairy, he's just super selfish and quite the snob!

Ugh, I've said it once and I will say it again... and again... freakin' Fairies! I hope these eight minutes are not what the whole season is like. I would love it if the show started entirely different and this was just kind of a "fooled you!" from the people at HBO.

Stay True Blood

Here we are, just two weeks and a day away from the season four premiere of True Blood. I planned on cancelling HBO right after the finale last year as I never watch the channel otherwise. I never did though. How else would I be able to watch previous seasons On Demand?? OR get all my juicy little snippets from season four? Tom would highly disagree but the $14 a month is worth it.

Now down to business. I watched the six minute intro to season four episode one and can I just say... I am so freakin' sick of all these faeries! When Allen Ball created this show I (at first) was so happy he stuck with the books. Then with a little creative license, if you will, he turned something already cool into something totally awesome. He went in other directions Charlaine Harris was either too prudent to address or just doesn't have the wildly vivid imagination Ball undoubtedly possesses. Having read all but the last of the Sookie Stackhouse Vampire Mysteries, I know they become stale and Harris is really reaching... especially in books nine and ten. What turns me off? All this faerie bullshit! Vampires are a given, werewolves, a must, shape shifters... adds a little somethin' somethin'... the fae and the witches? I can totally do without them. Ugh, even the Maenad of season two was just a little too silly for my taste.

If you are familiar with the books, you know that Lafayette's character dies in the beginning of book two. (and if you didn't know that... sorry... but you'll probably never read the books anyway.) Now think about the show and how different it would be without this integral character. He is by far one of the most popular characters in the series. He adds so much color and flavor to the story. He made it ok for a white girl from upstate New York to go around calling people "hookers". (I really love that!)

Do I like the story line of Lafayette and Jesus? Hell yeah! When they tripped out on V and we got an idea of what kind of magic they possess, I'll admit I was enthralled. I do wonder if Jesus is actually evil though. Could he be? He just seems too sweet and I don't want Lafayette's heart to break like his poor cousin, Tara. Did I just say that? Wow, now I know I miss this show!

Tara Thornton is quite possibly my least favorite character in the series. I feel sorry for her sometimes, but, pardon my french, she's a dumb bitch. *Please note.. I don't usually talk like that, especially calling other women bitches, let alone a dumb one. Well maybe I do but I certainly don't blog about it. I digress... Tara is always a victim of circumstance. She never tries to dust herself off, pick herself up and start over again. She gets buried deeper and deeper and at her own hands. She cut her hair off at the end of season three as if the weight was too much. Yeah Tara, THAT'S going to fix your problems.

Aside from all the faerie poo that seems to stink up season four, there are so many other story lines I can't wait to develop. Jason... he went missing at the end of season three. Going by the books, I know where he is and what's going to happen. Will Allen Ball be true to Harris' story? We'll see. This season also brings forth one of my most favorite story lines of the entire Sookie series.... Eric Northman is under a witches spell and remembers nothing of his past, and an unassuming Sookie spots him wandering aimlessly down her road and takes him home. If you didn't love Eric before... there is no way you won't fall in love with him now... or in my case... all over again. Pffft, Bill who?

In Bill's defense, he really does love Sookie. Yes, Queen Sophie Ann sent him to Bon Temps to search for her and try to find out what she is (a stupid faerie!). Was that the only draw though? Vampires are attracted to the scent of faeries. From season three we know that the blood of a faerie allows a vampire to walk in daylight. Not for long... but Russell didn't know that. ;)

Russell Edgington. I do declare! What will come of him? He alone had some of the most epic moments in the show's history. For those of you who have never read the books... guess what? In the books, he hardly makes a huge impact. Yeah, he's there and some of what we see in the shows is also in the books. Very little though. Allen Ball took this flamboyant Mississippi vampire and just stretched him to the limits. The moment where Russell is atop the building with the candy jar of goo that once was Talbot, the music goes all 'Dark Shadows' on us and he vows to honor Talbot by avenging his death. It was so brilliantly corny. If you were able to catch every little homage it truly was such a wonderful scene.

So this brings me to Allen Ball. Choices, Mr. Ball. Choices. You can stray, we know you have this amazing ability to build on otherwise insignificant references within Harris' writings and you have made magic. But please, please do not make this thing with the fae our big plot. I can't deal with it. It reminds me too much of Little Nicky. You remember what heaven was like in that movie? I'd rather be in Hell too.

Me like cake... cake gooood!

I passed out on the couch at 8:30 last night due to not checking the label of my allergy tab and noticed this morning it said... in large letters, "May cause marked drowsiness" -- No shit?

So today I woke up at 5:30am with that foggy "Time to make the donuts" feeling. Then I realized... it's my birthday! I promptly turned over and went back to sleep for two hours.

I wish I still got that "birthday feeling"... you got to go to school with cupcakes your mom made. Everyone makes a big deal. You can get away with nearly anything... "Yeah, I know I'm only eight, but it's my birthday... can't I just have a sip!?" Score!

Your gifts rocked too because you couldn't afford anything cool on your own. That walkman you so desired with a new Color Me Badd cassette to accompany it. The new Nintendo game you just had to have. (wow, I really want to listen to "I Adore Mi Amore" now... yikes.)

I can't wait until I'm old... like really old. Like fart in public and just not care who hears it kind of old. I want to hit people with my purse and get away with it!

I want to be this lady...

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me... I'm 31 years old today... Happy Birthday tooooo meeeee..... and many many many many moooooore! (Please!)

I am the Lizard King. I can do Anything.

What if Jim Morrison had faked his death? I know, I know... here I am jumping on the conspiracy bandwagon yet again.

But honestly, isn't the idea more than a little intriguing? I'd love to think that's what happened. Jim just said "Fuck it all!" and hashed out a crazy scheme. I read he was soon going to serve a six month sentence doing hard time. He had numerous paternity suits and other claims of baby Morrison's on the way - which is in no way hard to believe considering his lifestyle. Those two reasons alone would make anyone want to either kill themselves or just vanish. Jim even joked about faking his death. Ray Manzarek of The Doors once said if anyone were to pull of such a feat it would be Jim.

The only two people who (we know of) that saw the body of Jim Morrison are said to be his girlfriend, Pam Courson, who allegedly found him in the bathtub of their Paris apartment, and some French doctor that wasn't even licensed to practice in France. He signed the death certificate sighting heart failure as the cause of death. No autopsy was ever performed. The coffin (the cheapest pine box available at the cemetary) was purchased by Pam and was immediately sealed shut for a funeral of sorts including Pam and a few other people, none of which were the remaining three members of The Doors. The family was not even notified until days later.

There were a few accounts of witnesses saying they saw Jim Morrison saying goodbye to Pam at an airport just one day before his "death". Jim was also said to be at the Pere la Chaise Cemetary just one week prior to his alleged death. He even picked out his own plot!

Now to prove I'm not entirely crazy here is information that just doesn't jive with this theory. Though tumultuous, I truly believe Pam and Jim truly loved each other. Sure there was a lot of infidelity... A LOT! But it was the sixties, wasn't it a drug induced fuck-fest free for all?

Back to my question. If Pam were "in on it" then why did she die from a heroin overdose three years later? From things I've read it seems Pam just never recovered from Jim's death and spiraled out of control ultimately suffering her own sad and lonely death. Her death was not a hoax. It would be romantic to think otherwise. That it was all part of Jim's big plan. For Pam to just deal with his death her way with drugs and alcohol but really waiting for her chance to escape with Jim.

But then again, maybe he didn't want anyone. She knew the truth... she couldn't handle it and she wanted out. End of story.
I'm arguing with myself here... brilliant!

I want to believe it, I want it so badly to be true. The "Jim sightings" are as lame as they come. A business man living in Louisianna? A horse breeder in Oregon? I don't know. Then there is the infamous ghost photo. I do love a great ghost photo and this one is just beautifully eerie.

I watched a documentary last night. It's called "When You're Strange". Johnny Depp narrated it which was a cool little bonus. I really enjoyed it. It was full of photos and footage I have never seen before. It also had nearly constant music in the background. And not weird instrumental grocery store versions of their songs like some documentaries have. It was live, raw and uncut. It also had all these clips seemingly of Jim but weird first person shit I couldn't understand. I kept saying "WOW! That actor looks just like Jim!!" I couldn't get over it. In my mind there was no way this could be footage from something else it just fit too perfectly into the movie. Then through hours of reading blogs and articles and going through youtube videos I stumbled across the director, Tim Dicillo's own blog and read a bunch of which he wrote during the showing of the film at Sundance. Apparently I wasn't the only one thrown. The way he compiles it makes it look as though the news is just learning of his death as he is parading around the desert then hitchhiking, getting a ride then suddenly the driver. I was so confused.

Back in 1969 Jim Morrison made a film called HWY, it has not been widely viewed. I watched about ten minutes worth and became quite bored actually. But THAT was the footage used in Dicillo's documentary and it works so well! It truly is an amazing film about one of the most fascinating men who ever walked the earth. Watch it!

Well, we will probably never know the truth. Where would the fascination be if we did, the sheer romanticism of the idea? We're better off in the dark.

Winning! Yes kids, he IS the craziest sunofabitch on the planet, but we love him anyway.

So how much cocaine did Charlie Sheen do? Enough to kill Two and a Half Men. Wha wha wha... I keed. I keed. Well, sort of.

I have mixed feelings about the machete weilding, tiger blood drinking warlock. This whole Charlie Sheen thing has been the craziest media frenzy I have ever seen. I am one of those one million sheep who followed him on Twitter as soon as I heard he'd started "tweeting" his rampage. I find myself constantly refreshing my People.com page just to see if there might be anymore Charlie news. I need a twenty four hour Charlie ticker. With all of the terrible things going on in the world right now... this is most important. Charlie knows this, he feeds off of it, he lives it. Frankly, I'm much more interested in his antics than anything going on in the middle east. Shallow and narrow minded? Yes, but how am I any different from the rest of the herd. Don't you wish you had tigerblood and Adonis DNA? I sure as hell do!

I have always been a huge Charlie Sheen fan. I don't recall the first thing I ever saw him in, but, thinking back my mind keeps going to his bit in "Ferris Buellers Day Off". Even at seven, I knew this guy was super hot and would always be around. He's one of those guys who even when he's not doing anything, he's massively famous. Problem is, now we have a 45 year old brat on our hands.

Now, being that we are living in the techno age, Charlie has his very own media via personal webcasting, twitter updates, etc. He even texts his own quotes to People.com. They must be on red Charlie alert. (like that?) Apparently he has no PR, someone to tell him he's coasting into the stratosphere with his off the wall comments. Now, of course I don't know the truth behind all of this. What is real and what is fabricated. Charlie being Charlie or just what the media wants us to see of his antics. This morning, an article quoted Charlie talking about his co-star (and who I always wanted to believe... friend) Jon Cryer, calling him a "troll" and a "turncoat". Also siting that he never called him during all of this so when Charlie is put up for a multi million dollar role and Cryer wants a supporting role he won't do it. Now this just pisses me off. It's petty and childish to say something like that. Come on now.

Now as far as rumors go of Rob Lowe or (gag me) John Stamos taking over the lead role on "Men", I want to know is this as a new character or for the role of Charlie Harper? It sooo won't work. I mean when Charlie took over for Michael J. Fox on "Spin City" he got his own role and it actually worked...well. I'm not so sure this time. I like Rob Lowe and John Stamos well, he's ok. I really like him in Glee and as Uncle Jessie but other than that, he kind of creeps me out. I digress, "Two and a Half Men" cannot be changed so drastically during the ninth freakin' season. It just won't work.

I'll continue to be a Charlie fan. I like the guy. He's crazy and more than a little narcisistic. But didn't we help make him that way?

Girl Power

For me, when I think of the song "Cherry Bomb" my brain automatically gears towards the movie "Dazed and Confused". Moreso the soundtrack. What an anthem! For a teenage girl riddled with hormones, angst and curiosity this song packs a punch. Colleen was, and still is, one of my best friends. This song brings back great memories of rockin' out in her blue Suburu... or the Bubaru as we called it.

I remember, vividly,singing along "Hello Daddy, Hello Mom, I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch CHERRY BOMB!"

A lot of these memories resurfaced last night when I watched the Indie film "The Runaways" starring Kristen Stewart and Dakota Fanning. They both play the teenage versions of Joan Jett and Cherie Currie, two of the founding members of the all girl rock and roll band of the 70's.

I consider myself semi savvy when it comes to musical knowledge -- nowhere near my brothers expansive knowledge on the subject -- but then again he couldn't tell you even ten of the top forty hits. He's just not that guy. Though he could tell you who plays what instrument on whatever album by whoever, pre 1994 that is. I think with the death of Kurt Cobain, Bob felt nothing good could or would ever come from the music scene again.

I digress... I, of course, knew who Joan Jett was. "I love Rock 'n Roll" and her version of "Crimson and Clover" are ranked up there with some of my favorites. However, I really knew nothing about these power rockers who changed the world of music... really they did. When did you see an ensemble of five girls with so much agression (both sexual and violent) before The Runaways? Although the idea of five teenagers out on the road consuming massive amounts of drugs and alcohol -- not to mention a lot of sex -- is slightly unnerving to watch. I remember being that age though and it was - though harsh - quite true. At fifteen I had already been a smoker for over a year. I was a habitual pot smoker as well and by the next year I'd experimented with other drugs. The really hardcore stuff didn't come until later. (Thanks college!!) If I had been a rock star I would have taken the same path as these girls did. Who knows where I would be today. More than likely a member of the twenty seven club.

There was truth to this movie, the acting was actually very good. I was worried that Kristen Stewart would play Joan Jett as an angry Bella... but alas, the girl can actually act. I forgot about Bella Swan within the first few minutes of her entrance. She played a wicked Joan Jett, seriously hard core. She dropped F bombs like nobody's business and it was natural! Maybe Kristen Stewart really is a badass.

Being the Twi freak that I am knowing Dakota and Kristen were in this together was another draw. I was in no way expecting to see them make out. But it wasn't weird -- that is until I thought to myself with a chuckle "tee hee hee, Bella and Jane are totally making out... I wonder if the Volturi know about this?" -- Yes, I'm queer to the nth degree - but that's just who I am.

Oh to be back in the Bubaru, screaming out our rage along with our foresisters. Thank you Runaways for making me realize I wasn't the only teen with anger issues. Thank you for being who you were and continue to be who you are.

LOST and found

Well, almost a year later than everyone else, I made it to the series finale of LOST. It was really hard getting information about the show without finding out the ending, but I sort of did it.

Around season four I accidentally stumbled upon an article stating that the survivors were actually dead all along. Though super upset by this ... not so much the information but the fact that I'd been "spoiled" by the outcome, I just kind of waited for it. Much like the death of Charlie in season three... I knew it was going to happen, I just had to brace myself for it.

Now, having finished it and knowing that wasn't the case at all, I think the ending was fantastic! I'm actually happy I read so many blogs and articles saying how badly they thought it ended. My answer to them is "apparently you didn't get it." I am sorry for that. Yeah, there are questions left unanswered but that's ok. Nothing huge was left open ended. That of course is my opinion and many many many people will tirelessly disagree.

OK OK -- so I do have a few minor gripes. I think one of my biggest nit picks about the ending was if Sayid spent his life trying to be with Nadia... why would Shannon end up being his soulmate? Sure they had a little island romance and for the sake of the storyline it did work. Is it because it was Jack's interpretation? Because he never knew Nadia but he knew Shannon? I don't like that answer either though because Jack wasn't even around when Hurley and Boone orchestrated the little fight scene that had Sayid and Shannon "find eachother". Honestly, if that's my biggest gripe... the show ended damn near perfectly.

I never understood the whole alternate universe thing and finding out that it was a sort of limbo for everyone to find eachother and move on was, for me, easier to grasp than any other answer would have been. I loved it. My husband did not and was confused and annnoyed. Even after I explained as best I could my own personal interpretation he still felt it was, and I quote, "Crap". Oh well... sucks being an athiest, huh?

Being the nerd that I am, I had to go and buy the official LOST Encyclopedia. I am reading it cover to cover, word for word, illustration by illustration. "I have looked into the eye of this island and what I saw... was beautiful".
For those of you who would like a little more Lost to gnaw on, this book is great at answering some questions about those who left the island and survived. For example, I learned that a seventeen year old distraught and confused Walt ends up at the Santa Rosa mental facility and soon after is brought back to the island by Hurley to be in the place where he should be. I like that, Walt was left with no one and no answers.

Hmmm, that does bring me to an unanswered question though, what were his special powers? Is he meant to work for Hurley and Ben and use his special gift in some way? OK, I do have questions, how could I not? Only, I'm satisfied with that. There are too many people that are / were seriously pissed off and felt as if they were cheated and wasted six years of their lives. That is absurd. It could be so much worse. Imagine ending up in 1977!? Working for Dharma!? OK -- that would be kinda cool.

Take it or leave it - the show is over what we know is what we know. We are free to come up with our own answers and interpretations. Have fun with it. I do. I've actually gone back to the beginning. It's fun to watch again after knowing what I know. I am able to pick up on so many little details I definitely would have overlooked the first time around.

Yeah, I'm pretty sad it's over though. I'm in search for my new "Lost", so far to no avail. I don't know if I'll ever find anything that captured my heart (and attention span) as much as this show. Candidates? Even when thinking of newer things, Lost references are constantly on the brain. sheesh.

I wonder how hard it is to get stranded on an island these days? Just let me pack a few things... I'm on my way!

Totally LOST

OK - I realize that I am a little behind but LOST is the most awesomest show... ever! When I first received my Netflix subscription the first thing I watched was Heroes Season 3. I was so blown away by the first two seasons of course I wanted to continue. Well, unfortunately as we all know Heroes fell flat on it's face. Cancel the show... save the world. I needed something fresh, something new... something that had several seasons available for streaming.

My previous knowledge of Lost had been basic. Plane crash, a bunch of people stranded on an island, the hot guy from Party of Five, the fat guy who I couldn't understand was fat for years while being apparently trapped on an island. I had no idea about the paranormal or mystery aspect of the show. Nothing.

The first episode had me completely entranced. The effects and emotions keep you constantly on the edge of your seat. I also remember thinking "Hey, it's Matt Parkman (the mind reading guy from Heroes) he's the pilot. Cool! Whoa! Holy crap, what just happened? Wait? He's dead? That was quick."

Hubby and I flew through the first three seasons. For whatever reason we switched gears and 'Lost' was on indefinite hiatus. I think "Dexter" took over at that point. So flash forward to about two weeks ago. I don't remember what it was that had me yearning to be back on the island (ironic considering that was the plot when I got back into the show), but I just had to.

Now here I am, about 7 episodes from the highly anticipated (though from what I've heard... dissapointing) series finale. I am so incredibly anxious to find out as much as I can but trying just as hard not to be spoiled. The show is just the biggest mind fuck. I love it. I love the element of surprise. Just when you think you might just have something figured out.. someone crawls out of the woodwork that just throws your entire hypothesis out the window.

It's sick, Lost is seriously all I think about. I dream about it for fucks sake. Damn island!

The book blah's...

Here it is first day of autumn and I failed to reach my goal of completing 'The Stand'. It was not a solid goal, just one I thought I could easily achieve. The reason... boredom... speedier bathroom time... other books caught my interest... oh, yeah and LIFE happens.

I love Stephen Kings writing, it is wonderful and well thought out. His characters and their developments are fantastic. But, alas Mr. King, your writing tends to get very long winded. I have so many books of his I want to read, but then find myself chagrined by their length. It's just that it's quite a commitment of my precious time and parts of his books drag and I get bored. I still have half of 'The Stand' left. I don't know when I'll get back to it.

I had to put Sookie on the back burner as well. I started book eight around May-ish. Then 'True Blood' Season three started and that was the end of that. Now the season over :( (and wow, that was fast! Summer is really over, isn't it?) I think the books were feeling a bit stale. I'm going to hold out on those until I really need a fix.

The House of Night series became a new passion. I didn't fall in love with these like I did Twilight, not even close. BUT, I really do like the idea and now that I'm seven deep into the series, there is a lot more plot and backbone. The story lines have gotten a bit more in depth. I was getting a little annoyed with the teenage back chatter. I'm almost embarrassed to read all this YA stuff.

I feel like I'm in a book rut. I want out of the YA book trap. I want more. Nothing since 'The Gargoyle' has really gotten to me on such a deep level. I need something...wait for it...LEGENDARY!

Bathroom Reading... Let's talk about that, shall we?

What started as commonly as doing laundry, I started reading Steven King's "The Stand". I started reading it in the bathroom. I know this because most books I start are in there, a lifelong habit started by my grandmother while potty training. I've moved on from my counting book and have since added quite a few classics to my repertoire of bathroom reading.

I have read entire books... in the bathroom. Not in one sitting, mind you. No pun intended. I read an average of five different books at a time. I keep one at work, one next to the bed, one in the living room, one in my purse... and one in the bathroom.

I started "The Stand" three months ago and have managed to digest over 400 pages of its beefy 1100 plus pages. I think I can finish it by the end of the summer at this pace. Not bad! Some people don't finish it in a year. I will have it read in half that time... in the bathroom!

Now, in my defense I am a pretty fast reader and, apparently, a lot faster than my colon. I don't know if I should be proud of these accomplishments, but in some weird (very weird) way, I am. Forget magazines and newspapers... small time. I'm on to novels.

My consummations aren't so widely received by those in my tight circle. It is a habit not understood by those nearest and dearest, yet, other than my husband, they all knew my grandmother was the same way... only she did 'circle a word' puzzles.

Other than just habit, I think a lot of it has to do with the privacy. I could go in the bathroom at any time and it was the one place I wouldn't be disturbed... until I had my son of course. Occasionally, you'd hear a voice on the other side of the door, wondering if I'd "fallen in". Most people answer "be right out." I finish that sentence "...after this chapter."

What's "gross" about it? I mean everybody poops. Why not have something to do while you're doing it. I mean really, if I don't have a book, I find myself looking for images in the tiles. You have to do something. Then there are those who say "I just go in and do what I have to do and get out." I say to that... well how nice for you to have the ability to take care of business in such a speedy manner. Others need some coaxing.

In conclusion, there was no need for me to share this, but a goal is a goal. I will finish Steven King's full unedited version of "The Stand" and I am going to do it all in the bathroom before summers end.

Bueller Me...

I'm 30. I made it. I'm okay with it too. I think. It's weird though. It is. Different.

The most surreal thing about it is the sheer realization of just how fast life truly passes you by. It's no big news that I'm a movie junkie and some of my greatest memories are wrapped in some of my favorites.

Since we are on the subject of birthdays, Sixteen Candles comes to mind. This Hughes classic came out in 1984. I was four. Like most movies of this time, I watched it for the first time at Grandma and Grandpa's house. Home Box Office was THE SHIT then, what's Netflix?

To a five year old, sixteen seems forever away. Samantha always seemed so much older to me. Now, I'm 30...that movie is 26 years old! My brother is 26!

I need to do more with my life. Make memories, have more experiences. I need to take a day off, see a game, go to a museum, get snooty with a maitre d. Maybe even sing Twist & Shout on a big float during a parade.

Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Twi FREAK

So here I am lost once again in the fantastic world of Twilight. I'm on book four, Breaking Dawn... Charlie is on his way over to the Cullen house to see his newly vamped daughter and grandaughter Nessie... meal time. HAHA... it's not that sort of book. I for one enjoy a happy ending... one where none of the good guys die or are hurt and everyone lives peacefully and happily ever after... well, until the Volturi show up.

I'm in full out Vampire mode again. I'm on book 8 of the Sookie Stackhouse Southern Vampire series as well. Sookie is awesome. I would actually prefer to be more like her than Bella. Though, I have a better shot as Bella, considering the clumsiness and crying spells. I would be a sweet ass vampire, though I think all the cool powers have been spoken for. Mine will be lame, like knowing the bleak futures of B list actors.

I'll Follow the Sun

I'm in a really good mood today. I have no idea why. Maybe it's the rain, maybe I had a really relaxing weekend. Maybe it's because Tom and I went two whole days without wanting to kill each other. I don't know.

About an hour has passed since I wrote that little bit above and in that time I found out I got a 2K raise! I'll take it... :)
How's that for a cake topper!

Twenty four days or so until the move. The raise couldn't have come at a better time. I can't wait to move. I can't even say that there is so much to do anymore. Tom has been a machine, most everything is packed. Neatly and uber organized. I never could have done such a great job. On the other hand, he loses points because he packed my cork screw. Why would he do that?? When I asked him about it, for some odd reason he thought I was referring to my vibrator. Hmmmm.... I mean I guess I can see where the confusion set in. Maybe...

My 30th birthday is next week. Surprisingly it's seeming to bother me less and less as I get closer. It's really been weighing on me. The feeling is as old and cliche as it can get, you're too old to be young, too young to be old. Where do you fit in? I realize I am totally out of my element when I see teenagers with all their technology (Oh my God, listen to me!) I don't want to be a part of that.

Moving is helping a lot. Having a house of your own is a very grown up thing. What are the pre-requisites? I'm married, I have a kid, decent job... am I a grown up? When will I know? When Ryan is a little older and tells me I'm "such a dork".... much like Bob and I do to our mother, maybe it will set in. I hope I will always be cool to him... highly doubtful but I'd like to keep that dream alive for as long as I can.

Maybe thirty won't be so bad after all.

The Marlboro man has never looked so sexy...

So I quit smoking cigarettes... again. I need to stick to it this time but it's taking a toll on my overall attitude and usual sweetness. (Well maybe that was an exaggeration, I'm not all that sweet.)

I want one so bad. I want more coffee too, but I'd hate to have a repeat of yesterday. I woke up with chest pains. That can't be good.

I made another cup of coffee... we'll see how it goes.

It's not that I even smoke a lot. I never did. Depends on the day too. I could go a whole day without, it's the not having any that gets me. I'm like that with the Gange too. On a normal day I smoke like four cigarettes... FOUR! Dad says if he could have smoked the way I did he never would have quit... that's complimentary to the fact that I have will power right? Probably not, but if I justify it that way it makes me feel like my habit is more of an occasional method of stress release.

I quit for four years but started again a little over a year ago. Wow, I think that was actually the first time I admitted that I started again, habitually. I hate the way it makes me feel in the morning, I hate the hacking cough, mostly I hate listening to my mom telling me I stink. I hate the smell too, don't get me wrong. But, every once in a while when I take that step outside, away from everyone, by myself, I revel in those five little minutes. Stink and all. Could I go outside and just breathe the fresh air. Would I need a lollipop? Maybe at the new house I'll take up gardening or something. I've always wanted to. I can focus on that instead of stinky, expensive cigarettes.

Who am I kidding? Those five wonderful menthol minutes are fabulous. Fuck, I want a cigarette.

Caffeine Lows

I've had too many cups of coffee today. I feel like I'm tripping out... but not in the fun way... it's the "my insides are itchy and I have to rip them out" trip. Not cool. I am so high strung to begin with. Now I feel constantly 10 feet ahead of myself. Unfortunately it's actually fucking with my productivity and my A.D.D. is getting the better of me. Fuck!

Everything I listen to is fucking with me too. Poison was okay, but that was before the coffee kicked in. I have since tried Jerry Lee, Muse, Huey Lewis, Men at Work, Beyonce... I've seemed to settle on Katy Perry and I'm cool with it thus far. We'll see once I get to "Waking Up in Vegas" even Perry herself must be sick of that song by now.

I remember once I had a shitty trip and I tried to go to bed watching tv. Don't ever try to go to sleep to Labyrinth when you're tripping balls on liquid acid... *Shivers*

Celebrate... ME!

Today is Administrative Assistants Appreciation Day. I didn't get a card, flowers, no fan fare, not even an acknowledgment. I asked my dad why this is... "you have a job" he answered. Apparently that's recognition enough.

I cannot complain about my job. Not really anyway. I do, of course. Work sucks. I would much rather be shopping, laying on a beach, or just home watching tv right now. In todays economy, I am fortunate to have a job, and a really good one at that. I have a lot of benefits and based on the fact that I don't have my degree and I live in middle class suburbia, I make pretty decent money.

I do however, work for and with my parents. I see them every day... that can take it's toll. I don't take sick days. Even when I was pregnant! I just took my first personal day ever last week and ended up coming in later in the day and working saturday too, to make up for it. I can't call in sick and fake a cold. My boss is my mom, she knows all my tricks!

If I were to look for a job somewhere else, I wouldnt have the pay, the flexibility of making my shedule (I usually amble on in around 10:30 / 11am), the benefits, my hour long coffee breaks with Bob and forget karaoke! I mean, at every job you get moderate fuck off time, but I have mastered the art of making myself look incredibly busy, not to mention important! All due to the simple fact that I understand computers more than my parents. I am a major asset. I AM the IT department. Should I be happy that I just realized that I am even more of a nerd than I thought I was?

Fuck it, "I'm a nerd...and uh, I'm pretty proud if it."

Happy Administrative Assistants Appreciation Day. If you are appreciated today, good for you. I'm appreciated by default because it's just wrong not to appreciate your children. Another benefit of my job. Rock on!

I heart Justin Bieber...

I went home for 4:20... ;)

He reminds me of Gavin Degraw, awwww... sweet memories. I'm almost 30 and here I am at my desk smiling as I hum along to the prepubescent silken voice that IS Justin Bieber. Yum.... I mean, awww. I have to stop smoking my lunch, it's clouding my judgement.

Apparently though, I am not the only woman to feel this way. I am referring, of course, to the brilliant Tina Fey. That SNL skit was perfect.

Yay, I get to home soon. Wiiiiiiiiiiiii

Did you know dolphins are just gay sharks?

Okay, so I'm a week behind, which is like years in pop culture. Glee is back and last weeks premiere was uber excellente! Tonight....oooh Madonna night, I'm getting chills already!! ;)

I'm a self professed Gleek... and damn proud of it. Since the April 15th deadline has come and gone and things have finally, kind sorta, gotten a bit slower, I was able to get a few much needed moments of Myspace Karaoke. I wasn't getting into it, like I usually do, but it was still fun nonetheless. It may have been Bob who put a damper on my fun when he knocked my go at Pat Benetars "Hit me with your best shot"... oh well. Can't win 'em all. He's a tough critic anyhow. Ass pirate.

So what else is new and exciting!? Hmmmm...well we are getting ready for the big move. It's still over a month away, but Tom has been really going at it. The entire attic is now packed and neatly organized into the garage. There is still lots to be done and if I can just stop shopping for the new place and get to packing, I think Tom and I may get back on track together. I know I have my period, but I could swear he has his too... at least it seems to be the end. Jesus! What a bitch!

We got a Wii. :) I've wanted one for a while but when I got an email last week letting me know that its now compatible with Netflix for streaming... I jumped all over that. I was going to buy another darling Roku anyway... now I can game too! It's a lot of fun. More so than I originally thought. I'm so old school, but the control at least looks some what like the original NES control. I was hoping to get some active play out of this. I really enjoyed the golf and bowling and after the first few days of having it I totally felt an ache in my muscles. However, I have since realized you can play without being all technical, ie standing. Even I have managed to turn something thats meant to get me off my ass into a couch sport. Fuck, I play better too. Golfing with an over hand swing goes much farther!

And a happy 4-20 to all the stoners. May the clouds part only long enough to find the lighter.