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SLC called a Snow Day last Friday. AMC was showing Ferris Bueller's Day Off. There is no better person with whom to share your Snow Day.

Toward the end of the movie, Ferris says once he and Cameron go off to college their friendship will basically be over. That got me wondering about how Ferris Bueller fared in college. I know from personal experience that it's hard to coast at that level, though I know one or two people who managed to pull it off. How do you think Ferris did in college? Do you think he graduated on time? Did he graduate at all? Did he drop out and start up his own karaoke bar? Did he work for Enron?

I've decided to go back to Chicago for spring break. Yeah, I know you're supposed to head for warmer climates, but all of my friends are in Chicago. I had such a great time with them back in July that I've been jonesing to go back ever since. I'll be there for four days. I'm going to get to see Tina, Libby, David, and, hopefully, Jay. I'm really looking forward to it.
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Winter makes everyone a little crazy. Some of us more than others. I get really depressed every February into March. Like clockwork. Probably due to lack of sunlight. It doesn't matter how great my life is, in February and March all I see are the deficiencies. Even though I know to expect it, my change in mood always takes me by surprise. Probably because the shift is not subtle. I don't build up to it. Instead, one day it overtakes me in one fell swoop and I'm left feeling hopeless.

It's times like these that I forget I'm not alone. On her Facebook status update today, Elisabeth wrote, "So so tired of winter...spring where are you?" That one sentence reminded me that Elisabeth is going through the same darkness induced emotional bullshit I am. And that made it better somehow.

A couple weeks back the New York Times Magazine ran an article about David Cromer, a successful New York theatre director. In it, the author accompanies Cromer on an outing to buy a suit for his next big Broadway opening. Cromer apologetically notes how sloppy he looks, saying, "This is just another way in which I'm a terrible homosexual...I should have nice clothes, I should be in better shape, I should cook, I should have a nice apartment. I live like a college student. I always have. It's a very arrested thing. It's hard to grow out of that."

I read that quote and had one of those, "Oh my God, I thought I was the only one!" moments. How many times have I lamented the fact that I'm 30 and still live like a college student? How many times have I gone on about how I should own nicer clothes, wear more make-up, or have more than one pair of heels? To know there is a successful, 45 year old man out there who is brow beating himself for all the same reasons makes me feel better about my situation. Because, suddenly, I'm not alone.

Every now and then it's nice to be reminded that we are not alone. Ever. There is always someone in the world who shares your problems, concerns, or interests. There is no circumstance that hasn't been repeated more than once. And that's a good thought to hold on to as Winter slowly gives way to Spring.

No Babies!

Jan. 5th, 2010 06:50 pm
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My Facebook live feed is littered with baby pictures and sonograms. It seems like all the people I've ever met have decided to reproduce en masse. For someone like me who doesn't especially like or want kids, it's weird watching my friends slip into that mommy mentality where Nothing! Matters! But! The Baby!

I got my period today. When I saw the blood I thought, "There goes one more child I'm not gonna have." That got me to thinking. I had my first period in October of 1991. Taking into consideration that girls don't usually release mature eggs during their first few periods, I've probably been fertile since January of 1992. Having had (roughly) twelve periods a year for eighteen years means I've successfully avoided pregnancy about 216 times! That's a whole lotta babies! And I'm glad none of them exist, because I'd be a terrible mother!

So today, instead of oohing and aahing over sonograms, I'm celebrating the fact that I have not produced any offspring! No babies for me, yaaaaay!
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I've been on a Pearl Jam kick for the last week; been listening to disc 1 of their greatest hits album on repeat. I like the stuff off of Vs. the most, "Go" and "rearviewmirror" in particular.

I didn't like Pearl Jam when they first hit in the early 90's. I was still very pop oriented at the time, plus I have an innate aversion to anything that gets played on the radio once an hour. Pearl Jam was just too loud and too popular for my taste. Michael, on the other hand, played their albums into the ground. So, really there was no escaping them in my house.

It wasn't until they really withdrew from the spotlight after Vitalogy that I warmed up to them. Michael was disappointed with Vitalogy so he never played it and pretty much stopped buying their records after that. I was older, angrier, and had finally developed an ear for hard rock. Songs like "Evenflow" and "Jeremy" started sounding good. I didn't run out and buy any of their records, but I no longer automatically changed the channel when one of their songs came on the radio. I learned to respect and enjoy their contribution to American rock music.

I still don't like them enough to go out and buy any of ther albums, but one week last summer I was beset with a sudden urge to listen to "Alive" so I bought their greatest hits. Even as recently as six months ago I wasn't totally into them. I tried to listen to the whole album, both discs, and I just couldn't do it. The music was too loud, too aggressive, and too much for me to take. I stuck to the six songs I knew, played them ad nauseum, and ignored the rest.

Last week I had "Animal" in my head, so I whipped out their greatest hits, which I hadn't touched since the month I bought it. And when I was done listening to "Animal" I let it keep playing. And for some reason, this month, I like a lot of the stuff on disc 1. I've been listening to "Dissident" and "Courderoy," two soungs that were too heavy for me back in July.

Pearl Jam writes incredibly aggressive songs. Even the ballads like "Daughter" and "Elderly Woman Behind a Counter in a Small Town" are really hard and defiant. You can hear it underneath the acoustic guitar and softer vocals. Even those songs are oozing with testosterone.

And I guess that's what I need right now, a nice dose of aggresion. I'm focusing on my poetry again and I need a barreling, fuck you, in your face, cheering section. That's what it takes to get me going.


Nov. 16th, 2009 10:48 am
morrigirl: (TaraWillow)
You might remember two years ago I emailed this movie clip to Greg for our anniversary. Greg said he got all teary eyed when he watched it.

Saturday night I was over at Greg's and Juno was on television, so we decided to watch it. We spent the whole movie sitting on opposite ends of the couch. (We both like to partially recline when watching TV, so we each take a side and let our feet meet in the middle.) As soon as we got to that final scene Greg launched himself over to my side of the couch and threw his arms around me. We spent the final minute and a half of the film cuddling and kissing and humming along with the song. And that got me all teary eyed.

Say it with me now:

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Last year I asked you all how many people you'd been in love with in your life. Now I want to know how old you were when you first fell in love in the traditional romantic sense, however you personally define that term.

Again, no names, no stories, no explanations. All I want is a number.

Love first came for me when I was 14.

What about you?
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I have to vote today. I hate voting.

Actually, I don't mind voting in local elections. Local politics feel far more urgent to me than national politics because their effects are quick and direct. I don't always make it to the polls for Presidential elections but I haven't missed a Mayoral election since I turned eighteen. Tonight after work I plan to trudge down to my old elementary school and cast my vote for Not-Mike-Bloomberg because, really, how can you support a man who has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that he has no respect for the democratic process or the wishes of his constituency? Bill Thompson could be a gun-toting, cigar-smoking, baby-eating, Jesus freak and I'd still vote for him over Bloomberg.

Truth be told, up until Bloomberg decided to reverse the term limits law, (a law twice voted on and upheld by the good citizens of NYC), side-stepping his constituency by taking the repeal vote to the City Council instead of the public, I didn't have a problem with Bloomberg. Sure, I never voted for him because I don't vote for Republicans on principle, but during the eight years he was in office he didn't do a single thing to really piss me off, and that was a welcome change after eight horrific years of Guiliani. Bloomberg would have gone out as a good guy in my book had he not decided he was above the rules and regulations agreed upon by the voting public. The arrogance and entitlement of that one action got me so fucking mad it cast a shadow over my opinion of him. I will never be able to look back from this vantage point and say, "You know, Mike Bloomberg was a pretty good mayor."

Despite that, I have a feeling he is going to get re-elected. That makes me sad. People seem more willing to go with "the devil they know" then to take a gamble on the unknown. They'd rather vote in a man who they know doesn't give a shit about their wants and needs as expressed through the voting process than a man who they will have to learn and feel out and get to know.

*takes a breath* Sorry. I had to get that out of my system.

Nobody steps on a church in my town! )
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Dear Laundromat Patrons,

I would just like to thank the person who stole my discman this evening. I was never particularly fond of it. I got it cheap, couldn't have cost me more than $15 and that includes tax. It possessed one of the more annoying features I've ever come across in a personal CD player: it broadcast a loud beep whenever I skipped to a new track, pressed pause, or changed the volume. I'd been considering buying a new one because those beeps were driving me fucking bonkers, but I didn't feel justified in doing so because, though annoying as hell, there wasn't anything technically wrong with my CD player.

But you, oh thief of my heart, have provided me with an excuse to go out and buy a new discman. I think I'll go top of the line this time, ensuring there will be no pointless beeps or skips. Yeah, I'll drop sixty or seventy bucks on this one, and laugh at you as I groove down the street listening to Aretha Franklin coming through clear as crystal on my new CD player, while you do battle with the wretched beeps of my old one. Eventually, they'll drive you just as nutty as they did me and you'll try to sell it. I wish I could be there to see the look on your face when you realize the most you can get for it is $5.

Happy Listening, Asshole.

No Love,

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I just spoke to my lovely [ profile] nabuchodonosor. She was waiting around with Chelsea and Tabitha for Macy's to open so she could go in and get her make-up done. I can't believe she's getting married today! I so wish I could be there. I was looking forward to donning a bridesmaids dress and weeping as she took her vows. But, I am happy for her nonetheless and hope she has an amazing, beautiful, and utterly unforgetable day.

On a completely different note, can I just say I love what the CW has done with The Vampire Diaries television series? Rather than treat the text as holy scripture the writers have used the basic premise as a jumping off point for their own unique characters and storylines. They've taken a lot of liberties with the story, but I think the changes they've made improve it. I like how they've combined Bonnie and Meredith into one character, Bonnie Bennett, who is more than simply an amalgamation of the two. She embodies the best aspects of both characters while still managing to be her own unique person. I like their decision to turn Elena's kid sister Margaret into a teenage brother who is having a hard time coping with the death of his parents. I love Nina Dobrev's Elena. Unlike the Elena in the books, Nina's Elena is actually likable. And I think casting Ian Somerhalder as Damon was a fantastic choice! While watching his first scene in the series premiere I thought to myself, "Oh my God. That is exactly how I always pictured Damon. EXACTLY!" I love it when actors and casting agents get it right. So, yeah, these days I am digging The Vampire Diaries television series more than I'm digging the books.

That is all.
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why every single urban fantasy novelist in existence feels the uncontrollable need to include a storyline that revolves around Jack the Ripper in at least one of their books, and if they realize how tired the trope has become?
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John Hughes

February 18, 1950 - August 6, 2009


And he died of a heart attack while taking a walk in MANHATTAN on my brother's 38th BIRTHDAY!
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Which do you prefer? (Don't think about your answer, just choose.)

Reading something frivolous? Or something serious?
Something serious
Paperbacks? Or hardcovers? Paperbacks
Fiction? Or Nonfiction? I like both. It really depends on my mood.
Poetry? Or Prose? Prose
Biographies? Or Autobiographies? Autobiographies
History? Or Historical Fiction? Not really fond of either.
Series? Or Stand-alones? Again, it really depends on my mood.
Classics? Or best-sellers? Neither, I tend to dislike both.
Lurid, fruity prose? Or straight-forward, basic prose? Basic prose.
Plots? Or Stream-of-Consciousness? Plot
Long books? Or Short? Short
Illustrated? Or Non-illustrated? Not illustrated
Borrowed? Or Owned? Owned
New? Or Used? New
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At the beginning of June I issued myself a challenge: to see if I could go a month without making any publicly viewable LJ updates. The challenge grew out of a need to re-evaluate all of my relationships - friendly, familial, romantic, and professional. I've come to understand that I tend to become enmeshed in the lives of those I care most about, unconciously allowing myself to identify with them in ways that are not healthy for me. My boundaries are, in general, too fluid, and I needed time away from all my journaling and social networking sites in order to fish myself out of the unhealthy relationship dynamics I allowed to develop, and to think about how, or even if, I'd like to re-fashion those relationships.

I learned a lot about myself during the blackout. I learned that it's easier for me to deal with my problems when I don't feel like I have to share them with an audience. I remembered that it's okay to pick and choose who I share personal information with, that it is okay to be more candid with one friend than with another. I learned that I don't have to interact with people I don't want to. I remembered that I have a say in how, where, when, and through what means I interact and communicate with people. I learned that I am not responsible for my friends physical, emotional or mental well beings. I'm only responsible for my own. I learned that I really don't need as much feedback as I thought I did on my decisions, my writing, my health problems, and my personal issues. I'm quite capable of devising solutions on my own.

I feel more centered now that I'm not constantly looking to others to affirm my choices, or offer sympathy or advice. I am more confident and self-assured in my decisions. I have a better understanding of what I want now that I'm not asking others to fill in that blank. I've filled in the blank by myself, and I'm going to keep on doing that.

So, while I have no intention of abandoning my LJ, I'm not going to update as often as I used to. I'm going to keep more of my posts to myself. I like it that way. If you'd like to get in touch with me I'm always open to receiving email. In fact, I'm finding I prefer it to phone calls or AIM. My Hotmail address is on my profile. Use it for good, not evil.

I just got back from a week long trip to Chicago, and though I do intend to write about it, I'd rather just go veg out in front of the television right now.


May. 29th, 2009 01:01 pm
morrigirl: (TaraWillow)
Last week I read this dreadful erotic romance by Jory Strong, another big name in the genre. The book was "Ghostland." I bought it based on the positive review offered by a romance book blogger whose opinion I trust. She said the world building was very strong and the action intense. She made it sound more urban fantasy-esque than paranormal romancey.

Okay, I will NEVER trust that woman's opinion EVER again. "Ghostland" was painfully bad. The plot was overly complicated, the story was overly populated, and the characters were afterthoughts. The "action" didn't come from car chases or big pretty explosions, but from ridiculously euphemismed sex scenes that seemed to pop up every other page. When not fucking the heroine, the hero walked around in a state of perpetual arousal, his dick standing up at full attention whenever he thought about her, talked about her, or anyone so much as mentioned her name. Fellows, correct me if I'm wrong, but wouldn't a constant hard-on start to hurt after a while? Wouldn't it get in the way?

Anyway, the euphemisms in this one were so awful they practically snark themselves. A sampling:

"...heat pooled in her woman's folds." - P. 60

"Her aroused scent made his penis weep and throb...He wanted to thrust in and out of her until she screamed his name and summoned the lava-hot release of his seed." - P. 87

"But it was his face that sent erotic fear slithering downward to pool between her thighs and pulse into her woman's knob. - P. 98

"Arousal leaked to coat his cock head in molten desire."

So, okay, I already knew that women were capable of excreting pools of heat from...just about every internal organ and orifice. Past reading in the romance genre taught me that. But, I didn't know they could, not only produce "erotic fear," but transmogrify it into liquid form! How come my body never does that?! I must be broken. I'll ask my gynecologist about it when I go for my annual.

And I never knew that men have a similar ability. Their dicks can spew lava-hot, seed filled, molten desire! Who knew?! I'll have to have Greg to show me because that's a trick he has definitely been keeping to himself.

And it isn't just women whose genitalia cry during sex. Apparently the penis is just as unhappy about getting pushed into the pool as the vagina is about the size of the splash. I learn so much from romance novels!

Seriously, these are so good I think I need to add a couple to my official cure for depression.

He plunged into her woman's folds, persistently intruding upon her weeping entrance while manipulating her woman's knob, summoning the lava-hot release of his seed.

*insert laughter and hyperventilation here*

Six Years

May. 29th, 2009 10:36 am
morrigirl: (TaraWillow)
It was six years ago today that [ profile] nabuchodonosor bequeathed me with an LJ invite code, and this journal was born. I don't think I've ever kept up a journal for such a long time.

Happt Birthday, little buddy.


May. 8th, 2009 02:59 pm
morrigirl: (TaraWillow)
On his IMDB page Keanu Reeves is quoted as having once said, "If you can make a woman laugh, you're seeing the most beautiful thing on God's Earth."

I am easily amused. So, I guess that means I'm really beautiful most of the time :-)
morrigirl: (TaraWillow)
Laughed my ass off when I heard this song.

Pregnant Women are Smug from Erika Lindhome on Vimeo.


Apr. 21st, 2009 09:16 am
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Claude Thomas Hull

March 10, 1936 - April 18, 2009


It sucks to find out someone you're incredibly fond of has passed. I met Tommy in 1991 when we were both cast in my Dad's production of "Annie." Tommy was one of those people you couldn't help but like. He was kind and personable and devilishly funny, not to mention a fantastic actor. His comedic timing was legendary and there isn't a person on Earth who could deliver a one liner like he could.

*sigh* Sometimes the universe just ain't fair.

We'll miss you, Tommy.
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