Call my phone. Enjoy. Everybody else is doing it . . .
And who sounds this good on crummy video? Mary, that's who.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
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 . . .
One of my favorite Christmas songs of all time . . .
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Shake it off . . .
There has to be somewhere in this world where for just one day someone won't call my name and ask for something.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Missing my teddy bear
At the end of the night, he's still the last person I want to talk with and I'm glad we don't get all possessive of one another. We're glad with the time we get to spend with one another. And we laugh. Oh Lord do we laugh.
He says he's leaving his trunk full of Steven Seagal movies to me in his will. If that ain't love, I don't know what love is . . .
And our unofficial theme song for '09 has been a Phil Collins song. Go figure.
He says he's leaving his trunk full of Steven Seagal movies to me in his will. If that ain't love, I don't know what love is . . .
And our unofficial theme song for '09 has been a Phil Collins song. Go figure.
from, "The Attic"
"It's like floating on a river, isn't it? You could be anywhere in the world under this skylight, looking up at those stars and the wind whipping those trees around. Makes you feel sort of minuscule."
"How is that a good thing? Feeling minuscule, that is?"
"Puts everything in perspective I suppose. Thanks for covering for me earlier. Do you think they're trying to call Rob to confirm? Well, I know Simon is. He probably couldn't run to his phone fast enough."
"In those puppy slippers? Nah, he could barely walk in those things. He gave you a death stare. Did you guys have a thing?"
"Oh, I wouldn't even call it a thing. Do you have time for an anecdote?"
"Got all night."
"One day my brother threw away his Stretch Armstrong doll. He wanted a new toy, and to get a new toy we had to learn to part with our old ones. I really liked Stretch, so I took him. A few days later my brother saw me playing with him and he had a fit."
"I thought he didn't want it anymore."
"He didn't . . . but he didn't want anyone else to have it either. There are just some things people never grow out of."
"So Simon is your brother and you're Stretch? Right?"
"Yeah . . . but sometimes . . . sometimes I feel like I'm the rest of the trash Stretch got thrown into, too. I feel like some sort of waste receptor for the shit other people don't want to deal with and if I get any pleasure out of it I feel like everyone is Simon. No one wants me to really be happy with what I'm doing, even if it's dealing with their shit."
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Say It With Firecrackers
Greatest thing on earth.
When most little girls in my tap class wanted to graduate to tapping in high heels . . . I wanted to graduate to tapping with firecrackers.
When most little girls in my tap class wanted to graduate to tapping in high heels . . . I wanted to graduate to tapping with firecrackers.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Lean on Me
So back in late May early June I was going through some shit, nothing major just reassessing some life matters and I was super emotional. I hate not even being drunk and feeling the tears creeping up in my throat and . . . well, you can imagine.
I made this point around that time. Being there for people IS what helps us stay strong.
Heart-breaking news all around yesterday.
1. Found out a co-worker's 6 week old grand-daughter had passed away.
2. Another co-workers 20-something year old cousin was in a horrible car accident and most likely going to die.
3. Got home to find my mother on the phone learning of an elderly relative's passing.
I work in a VERY diverse place. There are so many beautiful cultures. It sounds like a morbid subject but with so much death going on lately in our workplace, talking about funerals yesterday made sense. One woman from Nigeria talked about how depending on the person's age, funerals and wakes were very different, with very different rituals. If a baby died, only a simple, quiet funeral was held. If an elderly person died, several days would be devoted to celebrating the life and accomplishments of that person before and after the actual burial. If a person was cut down in the prime of their life (especially a teenager) oftentimes months were devoted to grieving.
On a side note, I'm not by any means religious, but when I happen to have the same lunch/dinner break as this woman I always say "Grace" with her. I figure two things, 1. My ancestors forced Christianity upon hers and B. I am grateful for the food I'm about to eat so . . . I never feel like a hypocrite when I pray with her.
On the whole God thing, I've prayed to him before and I'm not sure if he was listening. But he can disregard all my other requests if he just lets an early Christmas miracle happen. I'm not writing it down, cuz he's omnipotent. He should just know.
To that co-worker/friend who that prayer is for, this song is also for . . . thank you for being there.
And to the little boys who cry wolf and little girls who scream shark . . . beware, you might just get gobbled up.
I made this point around that time. Being there for people IS what helps us stay strong.
Heart-breaking news all around yesterday.
1. Found out a co-worker's 6 week old grand-daughter had passed away.
2. Another co-workers 20-something year old cousin was in a horrible car accident and most likely going to die.
3. Got home to find my mother on the phone learning of an elderly relative's passing.
I work in a VERY diverse place. There are so many beautiful cultures. It sounds like a morbid subject but with so much death going on lately in our workplace, talking about funerals yesterday made sense. One woman from Nigeria talked about how depending on the person's age, funerals and wakes were very different, with very different rituals. If a baby died, only a simple, quiet funeral was held. If an elderly person died, several days would be devoted to celebrating the life and accomplishments of that person before and after the actual burial. If a person was cut down in the prime of their life (especially a teenager) oftentimes months were devoted to grieving.
On a side note, I'm not by any means religious, but when I happen to have the same lunch/dinner break as this woman I always say "Grace" with her. I figure two things, 1. My ancestors forced Christianity upon hers and B. I am grateful for the food I'm about to eat so . . . I never feel like a hypocrite when I pray with her.
On the whole God thing, I've prayed to him before and I'm not sure if he was listening. But he can disregard all my other requests if he just lets an early Christmas miracle happen. I'm not writing it down, cuz he's omnipotent. He should just know.
To that co-worker/friend who that prayer is for, this song is also for . . . thank you for being there.
And to the little boys who cry wolf and little girls who scream shark . . . beware, you might just get gobbled up.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Learning to live
Jeff Dunham
John Porcellino
And this right hurrrr
It takes all my effort to deal with my own insecurities . . . putting up with someone else's just doesn't seem fair.
I give up . . . in a very good way.
Popeye on google = amazing. Happy Birthday Segar!!
Loved ones dying (not Ripple) in the blink of an eye puts life in perspective today. There's no time for fear . . .
I remember what I told a friend last year. . . I told her that with some people you could be screaming from the highest roof top that you care and they can't hear you . . . because deep down, you're not the one they want to hear it from. And sometimes even they haven't figured that out, yet. Til then, you'll always disappoint them. No matter what. No worries, I told her, it says more about them then it does about you. Love and care away. It feels so good. If I love you . . .
Eventually you'll learn that if you really care about someone you let them go.
John Porcellino
And this right hurrrr
PostSecret: Confessions on Life, Death and God from Frank Warren on Vimeo.
It takes all my effort to deal with my own insecurities . . . putting up with someone else's just doesn't seem fair.
I give up . . . in a very good way.
Popeye on google = amazing. Happy Birthday Segar!!
Loved ones dying (not Ripple) in the blink of an eye puts life in perspective today. There's no time for fear . . .
I remember what I told a friend last year. . . I told her that with some people you could be screaming from the highest roof top that you care and they can't hear you . . . because deep down, you're not the one they want to hear it from. And sometimes even they haven't figured that out, yet. Til then, you'll always disappoint them. No matter what. No worries, I told her, it says more about them then it does about you. Love and care away. It feels so good. If I love you . . .
Eventually you'll learn that if you really care about someone you let them go.
Stay in School
So today must have been a half day for schools or something. For elections? Teachers' meeting? Whatever the case there were far too many young adults running around today. I would just like to rely this story to y'all. Before I begin I'd like to inform the whole 2 of you who may read this that there has been a bird flying around Marshalls the last few days.
Girl 1: Hey, what's that flying around the store? Is it a bird or a pigeon?
Girl 2: A pigeon and a bird are the same thing.
Girl 1: Are you sure?
Sweet mother of pearl . . . fuck whatever reason you guys didn't have school today and get your ass back to science class. I can't even handle this.
Oh, and there's a new Marshalls open in Gloucester. Just sayin'
Just thinking about a few things that happened since I posted last and in retrospect, any self-respecting person probably wouldn't have responded. I think I know what I'm asking Santa for Christmas . . . my pride.
Girl 1: Hey, what's that flying around the store? Is it a bird or a pigeon?
Girl 2: A pigeon and a bird are the same thing.
Girl 1: Are you sure?
Sweet mother of pearl . . . fuck whatever reason you guys didn't have school today and get your ass back to science class. I can't even handle this.
Oh, and there's a new Marshalls open in Gloucester. Just sayin'
Just thinking about a few things that happened since I posted last and in retrospect, any self-respecting person probably wouldn't have responded. I think I know what I'm asking Santa for Christmas . . . my pride.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Ripple Died
I was going to write about how a recent episode of the Community incorporated one of my favorite childhood movies growing up An American Tail, but I don't feel like writing much of anything right now.
For some strange reason, thinking about this song is making me feel a little bit better. It has nothing to do with the situation at all. But for some reason it's still helping.
For some strange reason, thinking about this song is making me feel a little bit better. It has nothing to do with the situation at all. But for some reason it's still helping.
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