photo made to look like a bad movie still: a proper summation of spectating the third day of the RNC in Tampa. (by Chris, with permission edited by meee.)
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
We are in the Virgonian Times
The Virgo gentleman who rides the bus celebrating a birthday tomorrow wanted to know if i was writing in my blog. so here it is! (i swear i want to finally take the time to write somethin legit but im still truckin hard in this hot ass heat!) Soon it's going to cool down.. hopefully.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Techno-frazzled
coming to you straight from my newfangled technology, what they call a smartphone, a month early gift to myself before I turn 27. more incentive to get creative? Maybe...
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
an actual new film that may grace my pupils!
in the midst of all the bullshit in this world...
terry gilliam still cares about us miserable little peons. he's starting grounds on a new film... that apparently has taken him around five years to properly cast.
"The Zero Theorem is set in a world that seems right in Gilliam's wheelhouse. Living in an Orwellian corporate world where "mancams" serve as the eyes of a shadowy figure known only as Management, Leth (Waltz) works on a solution to the strange theorem while living as a virtual cloistered monk in his home-the shattered interior of a fire-damaged chapel. His isolation and work are interrupted now and then by surprise visits from Bainsley, a flamboyantly lusty love interest who tempts him with "tantric biotelemetric interfacing" (virtual sex) and Bob. Latter is the rebellious whiz-kid teenage son of Management who, with a combination of insult-comedy and an evolving true friendship, spurs on Qohen's efforts at solving the theorem. But these visits turn out to be intentional diversions orchestrated by Management to keep control of Qohen's progress. Bob creates a virtual reality "inner-space" suit that will carry Qohen on an inward voyage, a close encounter with the hidden dimensions and truth of his own soul, wherein lie the answers both he and Management are seeking. The suit and supporting computer technology will perform an inventory of Qohen's soul, either proving or disproving the Zero Theorem." (source: http://www.deadline.com/2012/08/toronto-christoph-waltz-starring-in-terry-gilliams-the-zero-theorem-voltage-selling/)
finally one of my beloved favorites is going to reveal the MEANING OF EXISTING! (maybe?)
terry gilliam still cares about us miserable little peons. he's starting grounds on a new film... that apparently has taken him around five years to properly cast.
"The Zero Theorem is set in a world that seems right in Gilliam's wheelhouse. Living in an Orwellian corporate world where "mancams" serve as the eyes of a shadowy figure known only as Management, Leth (Waltz) works on a solution to the strange theorem while living as a virtual cloistered monk in his home-the shattered interior of a fire-damaged chapel. His isolation and work are interrupted now and then by surprise visits from Bainsley, a flamboyantly lusty love interest who tempts him with "tantric biotelemetric interfacing" (virtual sex) and Bob. Latter is the rebellious whiz-kid teenage son of Management who, with a combination of insult-comedy and an evolving true friendship, spurs on Qohen's efforts at solving the theorem. But these visits turn out to be intentional diversions orchestrated by Management to keep control of Qohen's progress. Bob creates a virtual reality "inner-space" suit that will carry Qohen on an inward voyage, a close encounter with the hidden dimensions and truth of his own soul, wherein lie the answers both he and Management are seeking. The suit and supporting computer technology will perform an inventory of Qohen's soul, either proving or disproving the Zero Theorem." (source: http://www.deadline.com/2012/08/toronto-christoph-waltz-starring-in-terry-gilliams-the-zero-theorem-voltage-selling/)
finally one of my beloved favorites is going to reveal the MEANING OF EXISTING! (maybe?)
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Friday, August 10, 2012
no es necessario
Legit Update! Life at el momento = 11 hour work/commute days, only Wednesday and Sunday off, when I'm not doing that, I'm either hanging out with a) Chris, b) Maverick, c) my friend Zach, d) other various friends of Zach... soon though, might have a transplant acquaintance from Maine (we're just phone pals right now... he's in need of one; has been living by himself in some random Florida town an hour north) so... finally feel a lot more whole and sociable now that many stressful stressors have been removed from my life (yay!) have enjoyed some tasty various IPAs at nice little bars in St. Pete and Palm Harbor ('House of Beers' has 50 rotating microbrewskis on tap!) actually just bought a mix n' match six pack of 5 IPAs and 1 Pumpkin (it's so early for the pumpkin! but it's UFO, thus it must be in mah belllayyyy.)
Even though I've been living with Chris since November, I am officially living away from both of my parents now for the first time in my life... officially... alone? (putting it independently... but Mr. Man can be a big help, when he wants to be, ahah, jokeses!) As if Simba, my mother's rescue (dog) knew he couldn't handle it, he 'gave up' a couple days before my mothers venture north (moving back to Connecticut to help take care of her husband, Steve's father, who is in a late stage of cancer) and my mom had to have him put to sleep a mere day before their departure... he was so vivacious and alert with me the day before he gave up... it was truly a 'last supper' with double meaning for me, so it was intense.
And now for something completely different.... I feel completely different. As in, a couple of days ago. I think I'm learning how to be a real human being again. That I get absolutely nothing out of anything on here, that's it's such a waste compared to real interaction. I'm ready for all the interaction I can get, but within reason (and modesty.) not like the creepy supermarket stockboy who followed me by going into a lane before my friend and I went into it, then standing there waiting right in the middle of it for my friend Zach and I to pass to make googly eye comments at me... to think we were rid of him after checking out, sneaks up right behind us (but what he said was more audible to me and not Zach) a totally creep 'have a good night.' (no exaggeration.) to which I blew up like George Costanza to Zach in the car and he said, "well, he probably just thought you were cute." me: "BUT I DON'T WANT IT! I DON'T TRY when I DON'T WANT IT!" because worrying about the weirdy made me fo'get icescurrruuummmss. who likes forgetting the ben and jerrys half baked frozen yogurt? NOBODY.
Right. So apparently I'm trying to write again. When something else happens, maybe I'll pull this up.
Random of the day: feeling mortified after uttering 'Low Cunt' when reading a ticket and and counting to myself how many orders of the 'Low Country' special I needed to prepare... after Kara laughed, I chuckled a bit but mostly stood there saying, "Something no lady should ever be called!"
Even though I've been living with Chris since November, I am officially living away from both of my parents now for the first time in my life... officially... alone? (putting it independently... but Mr. Man can be a big help, when he wants to be, ahah, jokeses!) As if Simba, my mother's rescue (dog) knew he couldn't handle it, he 'gave up' a couple days before my mothers venture north (moving back to Connecticut to help take care of her husband, Steve's father, who is in a late stage of cancer) and my mom had to have him put to sleep a mere day before their departure... he was so vivacious and alert with me the day before he gave up... it was truly a 'last supper' with double meaning for me, so it was intense.
And now for something completely different.... I feel completely different. As in, a couple of days ago. I think I'm learning how to be a real human being again. That I get absolutely nothing out of anything on here, that's it's such a waste compared to real interaction. I'm ready for all the interaction I can get, but within reason (and modesty.) not like the creepy supermarket stockboy who followed me by going into a lane before my friend and I went into it, then standing there waiting right in the middle of it for my friend Zach and I to pass to make googly eye comments at me... to think we were rid of him after checking out, sneaks up right behind us (but what he said was more audible to me and not Zach) a totally creep 'have a good night.' (no exaggeration.) to which I blew up like George Costanza to Zach in the car and he said, "well, he probably just thought you were cute." me: "BUT I DON'T WANT IT! I DON'T TRY when I DON'T WANT IT!" because worrying about the weirdy made me fo'get icescurrruuummmss. who likes forgetting the ben and jerrys half baked frozen yogurt? NOBODY.
Right. So apparently I'm trying to write again. When something else happens, maybe I'll pull this up.
Random of the day: feeling mortified after uttering 'Low Cunt' when reading a ticket and and counting to myself how many orders of the 'Low Country' special I needed to prepare... after Kara laughed, I chuckled a bit but mostly stood there saying, "Something no lady should ever be called!"
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
all dogs go to heaven
rest in peace, Simba. to see you all excited and puppy-like last sunday, you probably knowing that was your last hurrah - so happy i got to spend my last moment with you... and you knew you could rest easy having us all there together, happy and in love with you, like we always have been. you've given us peace. and you were one of my closest friends through many rough patches in my life. i'm going to miss you a lot, my fallen compadre. look up my childhood dog, daisy and go to the 'all you can eat' pizza parlor in the sky.
8/8/12.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Texts with Chris
ME: "I'm sure you showed them some good ol' Southern hospitable-ness."
HIM: "Always. It's my trademark style."
ME: "I want some extra ho on my pita please, if you are able."
HIM: "Always. It's my trademark style."
ME: "I want some extra ho on my pita please, if you are able."
Friday, August 3, 2012
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