The Maker Makes

It's just so much bigger than us. You know?

Just Smile

At work they have some lame smile initiative. It's lame. But this song . . .

Don't smile for anyone but yourself.

Saturday Night Lullaby

Saturday Night Lullaby

Bill Withers from Jesse Thorn on Vimeo.

Really Boys?

I love matinee Celtics games, but if you guys lose ... I swear.

So good

(No matter where you're going.)

Two-Step

So my camera died . . . well I forgot to charge it rather, so all I could take were these photos with my phone of yesterday's adventure. Other people had cameras, somewhere out there in the internet world there are horribly embarrassing photos of me. Hopefully I'll never see them.


Always a happy bumper sticker to see, especially on the start of a trip!


This comforter at Motel 6 knocked my socks off! Just kidding, I always wear my socks in motel rooms. There were only a few funky smells. (And a hole in our tub, sorry no photo).


We may not have had an alarm or radio in our room, but we had a bottle opener . . . nailed to the wall. What else do you really need at a Motel 6?


This was the bull at Cadillac Ranch that I was too scared to tackle.



This is my photographic interpretation of the level of drunkenness I had reached at 4 AM in a Connecticut Denny's.

Funny facts

One of the guys from the trip kept telling me I could order a comforter just like the one from Motel 6 online. Why he knew that? I have no idea. Update: I think he's full of shit. I couldn't find anything about it.

Some man tried the, "Are you a model?" line on me. Twice. After he did it to my friend.

I danced with the most delightful older gentlemen. He was sweet. The last guy that grabbed me and swung me onto the dance floor was not.

My friend played this song for me in the car ride down. I have no idea why. But it was fucking hilarious.

I met a lady who said "fuck" and "douche bag" more than me. She was my hero. She also carried a gun and rides a motorcycle. Those last two things scare me. She rocked out to Lita Ford with me in the car.

When I was at the height of my drunken state, I had to try to show my other drunk friend how to throw a "West Side" gang sign. We looked like two very autistic children trying to communicate with one another. It was so she could pose for a picture with her other friend that looks very much like this one. But it is not. That chic has sweaty pits.



Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I usually plan things around this holiday so I can spend it by myself and with close friends and family. It isn't a holiday for couples. It's a holiday to celebrate love and loved ones.

Creative Writing 101

I'm embarrassed to say how much I like an Uncle Kracker song. But I do, I do, I do so love this song. I loved this interview for it, too.

"It was just a conscience decision to write a positive song, Creative Writing 101, I guess."

Autopost is cool. Fingers crossed I'm on a mechanical bull by now, or at least eating some peanut butter chicken wings.

Run

I was unaware how fine you was . . .

before the buzz set in . . .










Once you learn that love is bigger than you . . . well. You'll see. Love is a careful combination of fear and courage. Love is showing up. Love is hope. Love is seemingly foolish and yes naive but in the best ways possible. love is not confined to good grammar, words spelled rite and proper punctuation. It speaks louder in moments of silence because mouth farts aside, sometimes there isn't anything to say. Love is the life raft on a sinking ship, but it's also the storm that caused the ship wreck. You can take a bat to your cheating spouse's favorite automobile, or beat the face in of your lover's lover. You can say you never loved them at all. But love knows. Personify it. Yes, Love knows, it knows more than you.

Because everybody laughs and everybody cries.

And if you're like me, you're going to go see Wolfman and not Valentine's Day on February 12th. You'll see Valentine's Day during the week at a matinee. Come on now. Taylor AND Taylor. Yessssssss.

What A Difference A Day Makes

Woke up feeling like a freight train had run through the middle of my head . . .
But as I am about to finish some laundry and take a cup of hot chocolate to bed I realize I am going to feel just fine tomorrow.



Dinah Washington doesn't hurt none either.

Stylo
Basic Space
Asleep from a Day
Foolish Love

To never lean on what will bend

Well sometimes xkcd gets deep.

And I miss having regular access to a computer because I miss things like this.







Love her.

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Alison Wonderland, I'm still working on my Lost hate blog, so it's just kind of funny this video is set to scenes from Lost.

Today I got a ukulele from my friend Sara in Wonderland. Best Christmas present ever . . . Palmer sticker and all.

It's not a victory march

The River

A friend and I were talking about Robert Downey's stint on Ally McBeal. Totally forgot about the son dynamic.




One of my favorite Christmas songs of all time . . .

Let me out

Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care"

I'm thankful for 3 in the morning noodles with Sara, traffic jams and mind games with Reynaldo (You rookies have NO game compared to us . . . remember you mess with us and you get wrecked by us!), personal phone calls at work from Nicole asking me what kind of apple sauce I need (Again, Nicole you were my savior that day!), remembering Idealism through the eyes of Emily and stealing bar glasses with her, rambling about good/bad shows with Alison in the mini, "hot" Russians with Sophany, movies with my boys, cooking and baking with Marcelle and Big Jim, snuggles with Ripple, just talking about getting drunk with Patti, gangsta walking with Fletcher, hugs from my old biddies, and reminding folks I don't get to see enough that I still care.

How's your faith these days?




Love is the answer and you know that for sure/ Love is the flower you got to let it, you got to let it grow/ So keep on playing those mind games together/ Faith in the future outta the now

When I Met You

I know it's Wednesday . . . but I can't figure out what day of the week it actually feels like. I feel like a Saturday Night Lullaby post, but I'm not sure if today feels like a Saturday.

I forgot to get applesauce. I have to stand in a horrid day before Thanksgiving Day line at the grocery store for applesauce. Mother Fucker.



Please add Miss Scarlett to the list of cute little actresses who can sing and who I love.

Stolen Car

So last night while I was getting ready for work my mother was downstairs watching one of her favorites, Cold Case. I'll admit that as far as cop dramas go, Cold Case has the BEST music. Last night the whole episode's soundtrack was composed of Bruce Springsteen songs. Amen. Most people are introduced to Bruce by their Pops. My father wasn't quite into him, but two of my uncles were. They would sit around with each other during almost every family function and argue which version of Soul Driver was better (I'd have to go with Uncle Chip on that one, unplugged all the way). During my first big girl sleep over, no adult chaperon, when I was about 13, we played some board game version of Wheel of Fortune. I don't normally win anything . . . ever . . . but I remember winning that game because I solved for Bruce Springsteen with only the

B_ _ _ E _ P_ _ N_ _ _ E E N

None of my friends even knew who that was and all they could ask was how I knew that. All I can remember thinking was "How could you guys NOT know who that was?"

In an earlier post I said that Springsteen's Nebraska was one album listenable the whole way through, but in last night's episode of Cold Case they threw in Stolen Car. I would argue to the death the Tracks version of that song was better than The River's. More hope. We could always use more hope even if the fear is still there.




So this Saturday Night Lullaby is dedicated to Uncle Chip and Uncle Donald. I'll be thinking of you guys this holiday season.

You cut me open

Who's gonna run this town tonight?


I'm not ever going to shut you out.


Keep it cool.



There sound will sleep the traveller, And dream his journey's end