Never Forget...

Never forget the asshatery of January 31, 2007. There is an important lesson in public relations to be learned here: If you want a publicity stunt to have maximum impact, do it in Boston where the police and government officials are issued asshats upon employment.

Proof That There Is a Class of People Who Are Simply Not Like Us.

How much would you pay for "the finest umbrella in the world"?
$60? $80? $100?

How about 500 bucks! More if you want it customized in any way.

I was griping about the $14 I spent on a rather good umbrella this summer... now I feel like I got a bargain.

Buy your fancy umbrella's (umbrelli?) HERE.

22 Years Ago...

Yesterday was the anniversary of the Space Shuttle Challenger Accident. Do you remember where you were when you heard the news?

I was in a waiting room at Children's Hospital waiting to be seen by a doctor, as I often was at that time. I was upset that I was going to miss watching the lift-off in science class that day. It was going to be a special treat. Instead I got to watch it on a waiting room TV. So much for a special treat.

Ron was actually in Florida at the time watching it live and you can read his experience HERE.

It's Still Cheaper Than Disneyworld

I graduated on Saturday! Yippeeee!!! Now to figure out what to do next...

To celebrate I purchased a bottle of Absinthe. I even sprang for what is supposed to be some of the best stuff available in this country, Lucid. I have to say the stuff isn't bad. I don't think it will be my first choice of spirits, but it's interesting addition to my alcoholic experiences. I was the only one among us to actually finish my glass, which I attribute to my deeply inbred tightwaddedness. (Hey, it's 60 bucks a bottle, I'm gonna finish it damnit!)

It doesn't make you mad or do crazy shit like the legends say but it will get you drunker than a 15 year old with case of wine coolers and quickly. I found the buzz didn't last long though and I got my usual bright pink cheeks and barely felt anything other than overly warm after a while. I think I'll stick to the Jagermeister as my booze of preference.

It tastes nice and smells even better. If you don't like licorice, anise or fennel stay away from this beverage. Any activity that requires ritual and paraphrenalia appeals to me. Something about it requires dim lighting, incense and poetry that was lacking Saturday evening, and that's okay. I wasn't in the mood to sit in the dark and watch roses die anyway.

As for adding a creative spark to the evening? Well I did start drawing a "family tree" of everyone I know and how they connect to each other. Whether or not this can be attributed to Absinthe I have no idea, but I had great fun doing it and it made perfect sense at the time.

I very rarely, if ever, feel hungover the next day because I am a smart girl who drinks water as she goes, but this stuff made me feel a little fuzzy around the edges the next morning and my mouth tasted like something crawled into my mouth and took a crap in there. Makes you want to run out and try it, eh?

In a nutshell, if you are looking for an interesting way to get totally blotto and have some time and money to burn, this is it. If you are in a hurry or don't have a lot of cash there are easier, cheaper and slightly less classy ways to accomplish this.

Dreams

This morning I dreamt I was back in the UK with Ron, Ron's parents, my brother Bill and Carol. There were other people I know there with us but they were off doing other things while there. In this dream we had a better time than the real trip we took in July, for the most part anyway, and we toured all over the place, not just Scotland.

I was driving a car for part of it and then me, Carol, and two other female friends who were blurry in the dream decided to go out walking. We discover an ancient building, not quite medieval in style but damn old. we here echoing laughter coming from inside and we enter the semi-ruined building to discover a balcony looking down into a a body of water. There are people swimming in and laughing. There is a baby floating along as if unable to sink and we discover that the water not only has healing properties, but you are unable to sink in it... kind of like the dead sea only not so salty. Apparently local lore says that it was a "miracle pool".

Me and my female friends strip to our skivvies and jump in.

Later in the I'm driving again with Ron and we get lost. We are supposed to meet his parents for dinner back at the hotel. We stop at a shop to ask directions and I see a cool Stonehenge sweatshirt I have to buy, I grab one for Kenny as a gift and go to the counter to pay. Michael Palin is sitting behind the counter and I smile and say "Hey! I know who you are!" and he smiles and says :I know who I am too." and I woke up.

Don't Mess WIth Finches...

Happy Birthday Jack!

Happy 7th Birthday Little Dude!

I Almost Forgot!

Okay, not really forgot, but I've been preoccupied...

My school is having a student gallery showing through March and the opening is TONIGHT. If you are interested in going here's the info:

The Center for Digital Imaging Arts
274 Moody Street
Waltham
7-9pm TONIGHT

Work is all done by students who are graduating tomorrow. That includes me.

WTF?

Seriously? Do people really do this? It has never occured to me to look in another persons cart for any reason except perhaps to determine it wasn't my cart. Are people really that painfully curious? Are the contents of ones cart really a matter of personal privacy? Am I missing something here? I guess I'm gonna have to start oogling some carts to experience this previously unknown thrill.

This this and other gems at www.passiveaggressivenotes.com.

Presenting The Dacrons!

Friends of mine and makers of Velma's Wicked Delicious Kettle Corn are off on a trip Florida for the winter. Here I present to you the first episode of their adventure... it's freakin' hilarious!

And The Winner Is....

The Angrylittlebitch Award for worst band name ever goes to....

*drum roll*

Bullet For My Valentine

I saw an ad on TV tonight for this bands new album and almost pissed myself laughing at their name. Friends don't let friends drink and come up with stupid band names.

Hit Play, Then Read The Following (background music for this post)

I've figured it out... there is a full moon today! That explains ALOT, let me tell you! Full blown full moon funk baby!

I felt like I was swimming in a bowl of suck at work today. While explaining this to Ron I came up with the perfect way to descrice this: Mosquitos.

You see, my job doesn't exactly suck, just certain aspects of it do. The constant buzzing of people around me remind me of a mosquito I can't see. I can hear it, buzzing around my head incessantly, but I cannot swat it nor will it go away. And it's a little maddening.

I did say that I hoped going back to work full time would suck just enough to light a fire under my ass. There is an old Buddhist saying... well someone said it and I don't know who: Be careful what you ask for, you might just get it.

RIP Heath Ledger

Heath Ledger found dead in his apartment. More info HERE.
File this one under "What The Fuck?" I totally didn't see this coming... welcome to the next generations River Phoenix.

Get The Funk Out!

I feel a funk coming on, and I don't like it one bit. I am too busy right now to get stuck in a funk. Perhaps it's lack of sunshine? Winter blues? It isn't hormones... not this week anyway. This sucks because I have alot to do and little time to do it. I slept in this morning and I really needed to get up and work on shit. Guess I'll plaster on a smile, take my vitamins and hope for the best.

The Brothers Brick

Not much to say today so HERE is a blog devoted to Lego's for your enjoyment.

Netflix

Anyone else out there on Netflix? Just wonderin'...

An Artist With Balls

Artist Graziano Cecchini releases 500,00 plastic balls down Rome's Spanish Steps. Full story HERE. Genius! I love it!

Therapy 101

Every once in a while I get together with a few select female friends ofter work to bitch mostly about said work and get a little bit drunk. It's good. It's therapy. Tonight was one of those nights. And I'm a little bit drunk. Yeah.

A Little Ha-Ha for You!

I just stumbled upon this great comic using old prints and clipart. Funny stuff!


Click on picture to see more!

ZZZZzzzz....

Man, am I TIRED. Pooped with a capital "P".

We call it the Wednesday Slump. We come home from work, eat something easy to prepare or prepared for us, usually full of sleep inducing carbohydrates, then sack out on the couch in front of the boob tube and promptly fall asleep.

You would think we would learn to eat a light meal and go right to bed, but no, we do this almost every Wednesday. Peeling ourselves off the couch is never pleasant and sometimes I seem to have napped just enough to get a second wind and I am AWAKE for the next few hours reading. I am tempted to get an alarm clock for the living room so we can just sleep through the night when this happens. I shudder at the thought of what aches we would wake up with from sleeping in such an awkward place though.

I'm babbling aren't I?

I will go to bed now.

Come See My Show!

SNOW DAY!!!!

Ah weather...
It has this way of showing up at the best and worst of times. Today qualifies as one of the best. We here in New England are currently being bombarded with snow and I don't have to go to work today. YIPPEE!!! Like a gleeful child I am actually excited. What shall I do with this gift of a day? SO many choices! Where to begin? This is actually a little overwhelming. I must resist the urge to crawl my ass right back into bed. I can get so much done if I can just screw my head on right this morning. Step 1: Ice Tea, Step 2: SHOWER.




Letters in pretty, fat, white letters to celebrate!

Happy Birthday Sharon!

Happy Birthday Babe!
Since I don't have a recent photo of you here's some man-candy for your birthday!

RIP Vampira

Vampira, aka Maila Nurmi 1921-2008

More info HERE.

Oh What a Web I Weave....

I am in the process of revamping my professional online presence. Most of you know about my "real" website, but in case you don't you can find it HERE. It's old and very rough around the edges but it's something. I made it as part of a class almost a year ago and Ron is planning a total overhaul for me so stay tuned.

I am working on my online photo storefront which can be viewed HERE. Sorry but only the Scotland photos are available to the public right now. Some of the other sites are passworded for privacy and some because I am still tinkering with them and they are not fit for public consumption yet. I am learning as I go so comments and suggestions are appreciated! Please remember I am sort of limited to what that service can provide, but they do allow some tweaking.

And then there is my Blurb Bookstore. You may have noticed the new blue and white button on the right hand side of this blog. If not, have a click! There's only two books there now but more are in the works. Keep checking back and let me know if you want a custom book... we can work something out.

Angrylittlebitch is also due for a total overhaul, but it's a low priority at the moment. The name has been renewed and when I have time I'll be sprucing up the place. For now this will remain the dingy backroom of my online house where all the weird shit happens. Those other places are for show, but here you can put your feet on the furniture.

And last but not least is my Flickr site. I post all kinds of photos here for fun. FUN. If you like them, great, if not, I can live with that. If you haven't checked it out click HERE. And if you haven't checked it out, do I know you? If I do know you there is probably a picture of you there. If you haven't checked it out though then I probably don't know you. Introduce yourself! Say hi! Grab yourself a shot of jagermeister and stay awhile.

Short, but not sweet.

Work really sucked today.
That is all.

Happy Birthday Carla!

Hope it was a good one!

Thunderstorm Pussy

For some reason Gmail is not cooperating today. Starting last night I would log in and it would go to a blank white screen. Nuthin'. Zip. Zilch. It is still happening and if you tried to email me something and I haven't responded that's why.

And now it's thunderin' and lightnin' out. I don't like thunderstorms. Not one bit. I start looking for candles and flashlights as soon as I hear thunder and I tend to hide under the blankets until it's over. I'm such a weather wimp. I'm supposed to go out today but I don't want to now.

And for some inexplicible reason I have a shitty pop song stuck in my head. I don't know where I heard it or who sings it but it's stuck in there, swirling around like it owns the place.

Listen Up!

Hey Kids!
Did you get a Holiday Card from us? If you did that's great!

If you didn't that means we do not have your current address! (Or we gave you a card in person, but whatever...)

If you did not get a holiday card from us please drop us a line with your current address at reallystrangegirl {at} gmail {dot} com.

Thanks!

I am Asthma Girl and Wheezing is My Super Power!

I dare say, I think I am still sick. Well, not as sick as I was, but not 100% yet. I am still coughing, I feel tired most of the time and my breathing SUCKS. I've had asthma for a long time now and my breathing has never been the best, but this past summer was my best breathing EVER. I went weeks without using my inhaler instead of the usual couple time a day shit. I even forgot to refill the damn thing a couple of times. Now that I am sick I am back to sucky breathing again... And I am sucking on so many cough drops I think my teeth may rot out of my head.

I have been sick since Thanksgiving and I am fucking sick of being sick. And I am sure you all are getting sick of reading about me being sick. I wonder if returning to work full time has anything to do wit this? Hmmm.....

Earthquake Quiz!

Do you know what to do in an earthquake?
Take THIS QUIZ!

I got 6 out of 10 right. I might survive afterall!

Oh For Frak's Sake!

Warning all Battlestar Galactica fans who have not seen the third season yet:

DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT read the article in this weeks Entertainment Weekly (Jan 11, #973). It's full of spoilers with no warnings at all. FRAK! I sure wish they would hurry the frak up and release season 3 on DVD.

More Photos!

- Four Days in Maine

Amazing indeed.

This is either brilliant or disgusting. I'm leaning towards brilliant. Click on image to learn more! You know you want to.

Cough! Wheeze! Bitch!

Hey whataya know!
I am still sick, only now it's both of us, though I am getting better... I am still behind on photos, overwhelmed with schoolwork, personal projects and now I am back to working full time. Will things be calmer in February? I hope so but I doubt it! Weeeeeee!!!!!!!!

Happy Birthday Tyler!

Happy Birthday Scary Clown Boy!

I'm Insane. Really.

I am toying with the idea of posting something every day for a year. 'Cause I don't have enough to do? 'Cause I'm insane? Masochistic? Because taking a photo of myself everyday isn't enough? How about I not commit myself to yet another project and let's just see what happens.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year Y'all!

I was thinking about what to write this New Year's Day... something deep and profound acknowledging all the things I've learned over the last year and how I have grown and become a better person? Count my blessings, be thankful for what I have and perhaps wax eloquently on my goals for the new year, my hopes, my dreams, my ambitions? Then I thought, NAH... no one wants to read that shit and besides, I want what we all want: An Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!

Okay, maybe we don't all want that, but we all want to be happy, healthy, have a nice place to live, improve ourselves in some postive way and have a job we can tolerate enough not to think about going postal six times a day so why be redundant? We all want to quit bad habits, start good habits, eat better, make more money and die with a smile on our faces. (Get it... redundant joke... it's in there... look harder.)

Why add to the morass of blog entries in the world that all pretty much say the same thing? Is it human nature? Does voicing these ambitions in a public forum somehow make them more real? Does it somehow commit us to doing the things we say we want to do or face public humiliation for not making a serious enough attempt at them? What does it all mean? Why is the damn sky blue anyway? And while I'm at it, why does the world care so damn much about Paris Hilton? Why? Why? Why?

Okay, so maybe this entry was deeper than I thought it would be. Certainly deeper than Miss Hilton anyway. Damn that girl is icky! In closing, may you all have a happy, healthy, millionaire skank-whore free year! May you all achieve the things you want to achieve and join me for a drink next year to ponder the things we did not. May you have a Great 2008!