For those about to debate ...

what anyone says - or how much the emo kids cry sellout ... but the Gap T-Shirt ad with Pete Wentz (Fall Out Boy) is kind of hot. *runs for cover*


I think I like it because he's like this sexy dirty emo boy, and ... yeah. If I had the mad icon-making skillz, I would totally make an icon with that picture, labeled "sexy dirty emo boy". ;)


Yes, that is my dirty secret.

so get your tickets for the first hockey game in Hades - as well as the Metallica catalog on iTunes - while you can!

Yes, the band that bitched and whined about file-sharing via Napster (and alienated about 75% of their fan base in the process), has finally given in and decided to let the remaining fan base buy their music on iTunes. I like it, because as much as I liked Garage, Inc. - there were only a few songs that I liked. So, it's nice to be able to go onto iTunes, pick and choose the songs that I want - and leave the rest behind. :-)

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I didn't mention it, but I am doing the South Beach Diet (dba "South Bitch Diet"), going into Week 2. The first week was insane - considering that you're asked to give up sugar, caffeine (limiting it to 1 or 2 caffeinated drinks per day), starches and fruits in the first phase. I know that the objective is to help you obliterate cravings for sweets and starches, but good lord, Kellie and I were not exactly polite around each other last week.

My problem with diets (lifestyle modification, whatever you want to call it) is that I tend to go in with that horrific "All or Nothing" attitude that fucks *everyone* up, every time. The attitude that if I don't do it right, if I screw up something - then I'm a bad person, and I should just give up, since I obviously can't do this. Or, I do it because I'm going into it to support someone else in their pursuit. Or, the doctor almost coerces me into it - which doesn't really work on me.

This time, yes, there was some persuasion from the doctor - being threatened with the possibility of a stroke in your future due to your blood pressure, or diabetes from the weight can do that. Also, seeing how my pants size was gradually creeping upwards, and the shirt sizes were going up, to accomodate the "Hi Helens" (the part of the upper arm that still waves long after I've stopped waving) and stomach - the times I'd want to just cry when I'd try clothes on, finding out that I had to get the biggest size available in a top. That is the worst feeling, ever.

Anyways - back to South Bitch Beach. The first week was such hell. I am giving up my beloved Coca-Cola, the once-a-week Egg McMuffin at breakfast, bagels at the office, and for the first couple of days, I was okay. Granted, I was sitting at my desk, thinking about Cookie Crisp Cereal the first day, but it wasn't like later in the week, when I was about ready to kill for food beyond salads with chicken or fish of some variety, and eggs of some iteration. I wanted sweets - wanted to raid the candy jar in the commercial department. Kellie was my moral support, any time that I would e-mail or call, bitching about a craving for something utterly forbidden - she'd talk me down from the ledge (so to speak), and help me regain my sanity.

Although, I will confess that the other night, we'd gone out for dinner at Pasta Pomodoro, and were mostly "on plan". Sure, there were some minor deviations (red wine and an Italian soda, as well as some bread {!!!} with olive oil & pesto), but if nothing else, it helped us get a grip on sanity (and reality). Also, it kept us from giving in to the siren song of the theater concession stand (just water for us, thanks). So, the next day, at weigh-in ... I'd lost almost 3.5 lbs. Yay!

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Ken Jennings is quite witty - although he's been getting grief for slagging on Jeopardy! in his blog. Check out his letter to Jeopardy!, and see for yourself: Dear Jeopardy!. Also, this is his response to the grief: Yes, nerds have a sense of humor. Hell, just check out the blog - it's a pretty decent read, and it's always fun when Mormons swear - even if it's just "damn". (When Mormons Swear - sounds like a really bad FOX TV show, eh?)


That's all that's going for now ... more later!

My new glasses! They're not the exact color shown - more of a deep purple, almost black, with lavender inside the frame.

So, when i picked them up today, I felt like I was a kid with a new pair of shoes ... wanted to wear them home and everything, just put my old glasses in the case!


Yes, I am a nerd. And a total six-year-old when it comes to new stuff - even glasses.

I just haven't had anything to write ... haven't felt like writing, so that's why I haven't been around in so long.

It's been kind of the same old, same old really. Nothing much happening - but I will pass this along:

Henry Rollins' Letter to Ann Coulter Yes, Ann, take him up on the offer to be his "Ann Friday" ... and shut. the. fuck. up. while you're at it, please!


Also, is it bad that I'd read a book (King Dork by Frank Portman) and found myself in agreement with a fictional character? Really, I did - the charachter, Tom Henderson (alias "Chi-Mo") has a rather intense hatred of the book Catcher In The Rye. To be perfectly honest, I didn't like Catcher In The Rye any of the several times that I'd read it - whether it was of my own choice, or because I had to read it. I just didn't like it. And i got slagged on for saying that for the longest time.

So, it bears repeating - I hated Catcher In The Rye. But I liked The Great Gatsby.

That is all. :-)

For those that know, I spent a good part of my life in the Mormon Church, before moving to San Francisco two years ago - and joining MCC this year. As religions go, it is a Christian-based faith, despite what they tend to say. Sure, there's a little bit of Judiaica for good measure, but don't tell most of the people I went to church with while growing up ... they'd have a collective conniption fit. Culturally, it is Hell on Earth if you do not fit into a nice little neat mold of Stepfordian goodness. To illustrate this, I found this comment written by someone - name and source have been removed to protect all involved. But, it kind of shows what the Mormon experience is like for those of us that don't fit the mold *just right*. Granted, this person isn't queer - she's single and over 30, which is almost as bad in Mormon eyes, it seems.

All grammatical and spelling errors are the author's (as much as it killed me to not edit the hell out of it ... I didn't) - and my comments are in italics.

( 'scuse me while I get snarky... )

American Idol - Decimated, for your reading pleasure

Last night's American Idol was a total fiasco, was it not? The biggest one being Ace "I am a Soulless Pod Person" Young wanting to re-arrange "We Will Rock You".

Memo to Ace: (a) You are a mere peon, compared to Brian May and Roger Taylor ... you DO NOT even think to suggest re-arranging that song. EVER. Freddy Mercury's cremains should've come around in a dust storm to choke you to death.
(b) "We Will Rock You" is to be *chanted*, or at the least, performed while stomping around like you're an old-school punk ... or a drunk frat boy. NO singing allowed, jackass. Those cremains should make a return engagement to bitch-slap you for that ... as well as Brian and Roger giving you a sound beating after your performance.
(c) Paula Abdul is starting to re-consider wanting to shtup you senseless once the competition is over. For serious. And the Ghost of Freddy Mercury is waiting in the alley to strangle you with his mic stand.


And Bucky singing "Fat Bottomed Girls"? For Shame!! That should've been Mandisa, fucking owning that song. Oh, wait ... since she's purportedly aligned with anti-queer people (and an ex-gay ministry), she may not be so up with singing about getting life and love at the hands of another woman. So ... maybe not. Still. It wasn't happening.


Finally, Chris. At first, I was loving him. Loved his bad-boy, "Vin Diesel before the AK-47s Gun Show" look. Then, he opened his mouth, and started singing. Every song, every genre - sounded like he was trying to sing the damn songs in some angsty rock-metal boy style. Like James Hetfield on a heavy dose of Prozac and Brandon Boyd (Incubus) decided to have a child together ... and it grew up to be Chris.


But, enough of that ... I'm going to hang out and wait for the next episode of AI to come on ... and see who wound up on the chopping block this week.

I am a slacker ... and a terrible sister and friend!

Happy Birthday Miss Kathryn kathkat! Also, a very Happy Day of Birth to Bob bobinbstn!


Here's hoping that it has been a great birthday for both of you - with many more happy days in your life to come!

Cheers and much love! :-D

Okay now ... why is it that I get all stupid around *anyone* that I find remotely attractive (physically/intellectually/what have you)? For serious. Today, I was fumbling my money like a total idiot at lunch time, over a guy that works at Specialty's Bakery & Cafe. Nevermind that he's gay as all get-out ... I still managed to get quite flummoxed over the surfer boy vibe that he has going on. As well as the fact that when a gay boy calls me "honey", "sweetie" or "darling" ... I do tend to get a bit stupid.

And have I mentioned lately that I have pretty decent gaydar when it comes to men - but I couldn't pick out a lesbian in a room, unless she was a flaming butch dyke or drag king? Really fucking tragic, isn't it? No wonder I didn't get laid ... well, ever.

( your little secret )

So, yeah ... that's that for now. I'm bad, I know. Absolutely terrible ... but, I don't really care. ;)

As much as I enjoy (and look forward to) going to church ... there are some weeks that I've had nightmares before going to church on Sundays. Sometimes, it's something as mundane as my mom telling me that I'm being sarcastic and that she doesn't appreciate me talking back to her ... or another instance involved people (complete strangers, even!) expressing their disappointment with me leaving the Mormon church, in favor of another religion.

My dream the other night had some elements that scared me to death. Elements of guilt, physical torture, and even discussion of insurance. I'll cut it, because it does get kind of disturbing.

( I wake up scared )

Dear body ...

Okay, I get it - you hate me. It's the only explaination for the fact that my complexion seems to have declared anarchy, and I look like I'm 14 all over again, without the teen angst that goes along with acne.

No Love Whatsoever,

Me.


Yes, I'm 32 years old - and I'm getting acne, again. Nevermind that I didn't have problems with this when I was a teenager - outside of the occasional PMS-related blemishes. Now, I'm getting "any damn time of the month" zits. Oh yeah - really exciting, there. I'm trying to take care of it on my own for the next few weeks, before I go running to a dermatologist, whining about my adult skin angst.

Anyways ... I'd post more pictures from the Photo Booth, but I'm still trying to recoup from the fact that one of my cheeks is looking kind of fucked up. :-/ So, yeah ... I will post pictures soon, though. :)