War of the Worlds
Despite Tom Cruise's lapse of sanity, I STILL havta go see War of the
Worlds.
It's just one of
those summer movies you can't miss. Especially in a city like Houston which has 95-100ish weather
all summer long, you need indoor activities so you don't melt to death outside.
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Discovery
Matthew McConaughey is quite charming.
6 ish am
I haven't slept a wink. Been up reading, watching tv, staring at the walls all night. The sun is starting
to come up so I go in the backyard, my main reason was to let Steve do his business, my secondary reason
was to enjoy hearing the birds chirp away.
It's damp as hell out there but I still felt a chillness in the air that made me shiver. It was strange.
And as birds flew above our heads Steve jumped higher and higher trying to bark them away, even though
they must have been flying 30 feet or so high.
No matter, he kept trying to get at them birds and it was a beautiful sunrise. He kept trying and I got
the notion that that's what I gotta do, keep on trying even if it seems my goal is 30 feet up in the sky.
Now, after all that philosophical crap ;) , I turned to go in when what do I see nestled comfortably on the door,
a spider. I hate spiders, can't stand them. In fact we have a pact spiders and me. I don't kill them,
they leave me alone. It's worked so far, but this one, it wouldn't budge. Even when I waved my arms
from my 5 foot buffer zone. So I try to get Steve to jump at the door to spook it but no luck. That damn
dog is jumping for birds. I decided to give it some time, maybe it would think better of it and
crawl away.
10 minutes pass and it's in the damn same place and I can only take so much. So I creep towards it and it moves.
It moves right beside the door knob. What the hell? Didn't this spider get the memo from it's spider
friends about our pact? I try to get as far from it as possible while still knocking on the opposite
side of the door frame trying to get it to move and it does, into the crack. At least I can't see it so I decide
to grit my teeth and open the door. quick as a cat, quick as a cat.
I open the door and Steve comes running to get in and that fucking spider jumps, jumps! On my dog!
And as I yelped, (yes I yelped. It wasn't loud but it was a mater of survival) this dog thinks I'm
playing a game and rushes towards me at full speed. And this dog is a gigantic german sheperd. I swerve to get away from him,
while imagining the spider now being somewhere on my body. All my damn dog training goes to shit as I run in the house and lock
him out. He's whining like a puppy but hey, I don't do spiders. I turn around to start looking at my legs,
hoping that no creepy crawlies are on me when I see it crawl from the inside door frame to the tv.
I let Steve in and began making some coffee. I think this spider has learned it can't fuck with me, or otherwise I'll
break the damn pact and spray his ass with all the venom I got.
Somewtime during the night I watched "A Time to Kill" and let me just reiterate that Matthew McConaughey is quite charming.
I love his drawl, and despite the fact he's not bad on the eyes, phone sex with him must be out of this world.
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I haven't slept a wink. Been up reading, watching tv, staring at the walls all night. The sun is starting to come up so I go in the backyard, my main reason was to let Steve do his business, my secondary reason was to enjoy hearing the birds chirp away.
I open the door and Steve comes running to get in and that fucking spider jumps, jumps! On my dog! And as I yelped, (yes I yelped. It wasn't loud but it was a mater of survival) this dog thinks I'm playing a game and rushes towards me at full speed. And this dog is a gigantic german sheperd. I swerve to get away from him, while imagining the spider now being somewhere on my body. All my damn dog training goes to shit as I run in the house and lock him out. He's whining like a puppy but hey, I don't do spiders. I turn around to start looking at my legs, hoping that no creepy crawlies are on me when I see it crawl from the inside door frame to the tv.
I let Steve in and began making some coffee. I think this spider has learned it can't fuck with me, or otherwise I'll break the damn pact and spray his ass with all the venom I got.
Visitor
My little cousin might be coming here for her summer vacation. I'm very touched.
First because instead of asking to go somewhere cool like say... the beach or disney, she has chosen
to whine to her parents about coming to houston. Yeah, that's right. Houston.
Granted she wants to come here more for the people than the city but that kind of anticipation puts
an enormous strain on me. How the hell am I suppose to entertain an 11 yr old for twenty some odd
days?
Forgive me for sounding antiquated but kids have changed from the time I was one myself, and yes, I'm 22. Kids
now want playstation twos and ipods and cars. Like that's gonna happen. But that's not true, at least
in her case. Darling (that's my name for her on the net) is a sweet kid. I honestly think she would
be happy just going out to the movies. She's low maintenance and worships me like hell, which is
very flattering but like I said before, very nerve wracking, b/c there's gonna come a time when they
grow up and realize your just another stupid person going through life with the brakes on standby.
I hate realizations like that. It's gonna break my heart.
I'm going to have to make sure she has the best time ever, b/c well, it's always easier to show a kid
a goodtime than a teenager. Teenagers give ya hell cuz it's what's expected of them at that age, which is
a load of crap, but's that's another entry.
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Similar Minds
INFP - "Questor". High capacity for caring.
Emotional face to the world. High
sense of honor derived from internal values. 4.4% of total population.
Free Jung Personality Test
(similar to Myers-Briggs/MBTI)
You read that?! 4.4% of the population. So that means that I am either
very unique or very ostracized.
Either way it sounds like a very lonely number.
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| INFP - "Questor". High capacity for caring.
Emotional face to the world. High
sense of honor derived from internal values. 4.4% of total population.
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Either way it sounds like a very lonely number.
Trying to catch a movie in cable is near impossible!
I don't know if it's the same for everybody out there but I have had this happen to me more times than I can
count.
You know cable runs their movies over and over and over until it's almost nauseating to watch? Yeah,
exactly! Well I've been seeing "Mona Lisa Smile" pop up for weeks now and I haven't bothered to watch it
since seeing Julia Roberts on the screen makes me shudder. Anyway, a couple of days ago I was enjoying
a lazy summer afternoon with nothing to watch on the telly except, yup. Mona Lisa Smile.
I kinda debate over it and started to watch it somewhere in the middle... and I liked it. I think it's
because Roberts is a college professor and for some reason that has always appealed to me. Old books,
reading glasses and large amounts of coffee... anyway, I couldn't get to finish it b/c a friend stopped by, but
I thought nothing of it. I had seen that movie in the icontrol menu for weeks now and was sure I could
catch it again later, ha! I have been trying to for three days now with no luck whatsoever. Cable just
decided that now that I finally want to watch the damn thing, it's not going to run it anymore.
I know that I could go rent it, but really. I'm paying for cable, it's playing on cable. I'm not
gonna go waste my money on a movie that I can watch for free (relatively).
Same thing happened when I caught the ending to "Under the Tuscan Sun". I was constantly scanning the icontrol
menu for a chance to watch the beginning and it took me two weeks to finally watch all of it. And now...
I have seen it 6 times. ug. If I were rich (or not broke) I'd buy me some tivo.
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Ya know
It's always funny looking through your friend's phone and seeing all the pictures they take of themselves. But for some reason it's shameful when my friends look at my phone and find pictures of me with two arms barely making the frame as I hold the phone camera steady.
I'm coming out of the closet and admitting that sometimes, You just want to take a picture of yourself. =)
ps. Yes. That is me in the bathroom. I was bored and well... yeah.
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The Dog Whisperer
America, Horse with No Name
I was flipping through the channels a couple of weeks ago and I stumble
upon the National Geographic channel. On-a-side-note. I always have waves obsessively watching anything related to nature. I don't know why, if it's a hormonal thing or what but I have been known to watch more than 5 hours straight of the serengeti this, the Galapagos that etc...
Anyway, so I turn to the NG channel and there is this show on called "The Dog Whisperer". Obviously some how related to the movie with Robert Redford about horses. I was amused enough to see how dogs and horses relate and settled down to watch it... and haven't stopped eve since!
It's so addicting! There is this guy, Cesar Millan, who rehabilitates dogs. in the show he goes to people's houses and helps the family in what he likes to call, "Helping dogs, training people". Some dogs have bitten people, or are way too excited for their own good ...
Anyway, what I am getting at with this is I have a very strong willed german sheperd named Steve who basically does what he likes around the house. And is very jealous of our little cocker spaniel, Chester. So much so that we can't put them together, ever. It's too dangerous. So while one is out the other is in his crate.
Yesterday, after having watched Cesar rehabilitate a strong willed german sheperd on tv much like Steve (almost identical expect the fact that instead of a cocker spaniel, the family on tv had a cat) I rolled up my sleeves and got to work. One of the most encouraging things was when Cesar showed his own dogs (he has like 30) and in one of the shots there was lol and behold a german sheperd and a cocker spaniel playing like old friends. I paid attention to how Cesar handled the dog and as soon as the show was over I went to work with Steve.
1st I took him to the yard and played with him to drain him of some of his energy otherwise he would completely over power me. Then I took out his leash, having him come to me and sit down while I put it on (that alone took 1/2 hour).
Then we went outside to walk, me walking out the door first to show him I am the dominant one. Anyway, without boring you with the details, I did everything I remembered Cesar doing on tv and IT WORKED!
Steve was walking right next to me, calm and relaxed. Not pulling me or going in circles, or peeing in each tree he passed by. It was beautiful.
For the first time I was walking him instead of he walking me! Woot!
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It's so addicting! There is this guy, Cesar Millan, who rehabilitates dogs. in the show he goes to people's houses and helps the family in what he likes to call, "Helping dogs, training people". Some dogs have bitten people, or are way too excited for their own good ...
1st I took him to the yard and played with him to drain him of some of his energy otherwise he would completely over power me. Then I took out his leash, having him come to me and sit down while I put it on (that alone took 1/2 hour). Then we went outside to walk, me walking out the door first to show him I am the dominant one. Anyway, without boring you with the details, I did everything I remembered Cesar doing on tv and IT WORKED!
The Dog Whisperer
America, Horse with No Name
I was flipping through the channels a couple of weeks ago and I stumble
upon the National Geographic channel. On-a-side-note. I always have waves obsessively watching anything related to nature. I don't know why, if it's a hormonal thing or what but I have been known to watch more than 5 hours straight of the serengeti this, the Galapagos that etc...
Anyway, so I turn to the NG channel and there is this show on called "The Dog Whisperer". Obviously some how related to the movie with Robert Redford about horses. I was amused enough to see how dogs and horses relate and settled down to watch it... and haven't stopped eve since!
It's so addicting! There is this guy, Cesar Millan, who rehabilitates dogs. in the show he goes to people's houses and helps the family in what he likes to call, "Helping dogs, training people". Some dogs have bitten people, or are way too excited for their own good ...
Anyway, what I am getting at with this is I have a very strong willed german sheperd named Steve who basically does what he likes around the house. And is very jealous of our little cocker spaniel, Chester. So much so that we can't put them together, ever. It's too dangerous. So while one is out the other is in their crate.
Yesterday, after having watched Cesar rehabilitate a strong willed german sheperd on tv much like Steve (almost identical expect the fact that instead of a cocker spaniel, the family on tv had a cat). One of the most encouraging things was when Cesar showed his own dogs (he has like 30) and in one of the shots there was lol and behold a german sheperd and a cocker spaniel playing like old friends. I paid attention to how Cesar handled the dog and as soon as the show was over I went to work with Steve.
1st I took him to the yard and played with him to drain him of some of his energy otherwise he would completely over power me. Then I took out his leash, having him come to me and sit down while I ( put it on (that alone took 1/2 hour).
Then we went outside to walk, me walking out the door first to show him I am the dominant one. Anyway, without boring you with the details, I did everything I remembered Cesar doing on tv and IT WORKED!
Steve was walking right next to me, calm and relaxed. Not pulling me or going in circles, or peeing in each tree he passed by. It was beautiful.
For the first time I was walking him instead of he walking me! Woot!
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It's so addicting! There is this guy, Cesar Millan, who rehabilitates dogs. in the show he goes to people's houses and helps the family in what he likes to call, "Helping dogs, training people". Some dogs have bitten people, or are way too excited for their own good ...
1st I took him to the yard and played with him to drain him of some of his energy otherwise he would completely over power me. Then I took out his leash, having him come to me and sit down while I ( put it on (that alone took 1/2 hour). Then we went outside to walk, me walking out the door first to show him I am the dominant one. Anyway, without boring you with the details, I did everything I remembered Cesar doing on tv and IT WORKED!
Father's Day
1st and foremost, I am still redesigning this website and if it looks kinda funky to you,
it's cuz I'm probably messing something up.
2nd-ly, You know there is something to be said when you go out for a celebratory dinner and you
end being the sober one at the table. There's something very wrong about being 22, the youngest one, and
the designated driver. Since when are 22 year olds the new parent figure?
I guess that happens when you stop being daddy's little girl and you start being an adult responsible
enough to drive your drunk family home while they try to tickle/pull your hair in each and every stoplight.
Good times. =)
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I guess that happens when you stop being daddy's little girl and you start being an adult responsible enough to drive your drunk family home while they try to tickle/pull your hair in each and every stoplight.
Redesigning in process
I'm redesigning the website. I would finish tonight but I have a killer headache playing a rumba
inside my skull.
And to that reviewer:
"You blog can't be read properly -- all the postings are below your side bar. I'm going to block
you in BE"
Go ahead and block me you ass. If you can't give constructive critism without making stupid threats then
just block me and leave me the hell alone.
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And to that reviewer:
Pack Rat
White Flag by Dido
I have a little tendency to collect things. Granted most of the things I
collect are worthless things like rocks. (to name one of many) When I was younger I collected rocks of all kinds. I loved to go to museums and dig around the gift shops for old fossils etc... Now, they are in my room. I don't know what to do with them, I won't throw them away, but I need the room for my newly acquired collection of autographs.
Yup, that's right. I'm now collecting autographs. I figure that later some
of them might be worth something, right? Here's a list of what I have so far:
Diego Rivera (that's right, the painter. I have an original drawing and signature!)
Douglas Adams
Helen Fielding (signed copy of Bridget Jones)
Arthur C. Clarke
Imeneko Iwasaki (signed autobiography)
And now, newly acquired Sophia Loren and Elizabeth Taylor. Loren b/c my dad loves her, and Taylor b/c I saw the E! Hollywood true story and kinda have a crush on her now.
Back when Bill Clinton was doing his book tour I tried to get his book signed but that jerk never came to Houston, or the southern states for that matter.
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Douglas Adams
Helen Fielding (signed copy of Bridget Jones)
Arthur C. Clarke
Imeneko Iwasaki (signed autobiography)
And now, newly acquired Sophia Loren and Elizabeth Taylor. Loren b/c my dad loves her, and Taylor b/c I saw the E! Hollywood true story and kinda have a crush on her now.
"If you've painted before you know that we don't make mistakes -- we have happy accidents."
Ah Bob Ross. The fluffy afro/hippie painter that made my sunday mornings warm and fuzzy. If you have ever seen him, he had a 1/2 hour show on the public access channel that taught you how to paint landscapes with pretty trees and bodies of water.
I was recently watching "Family Guy" and in they had a shtick about Bob Ross that cracked me up.
Bob Ross: All right, we are going to use a fan brush here and uh why don't you take some hunter green and we are going to put a happy little bush right down over here in the corner there and that'll just be our little secret and if you tell anyone that that bush is there I will come to your house and I will cut you.
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What is blogworthy anyway?
Has it even happened to you that while you are enjoying your weekend things might happen to you
and you think,
"Wow, now I think this would be something worth blogging about."
You kinda
set up the sentences and your description in your head; adding funny, quirky things here and there only to go home, sit
in front of your computer and draw a blank?
That's what happened to me... right now. I can't think of what the hell I found so amusing. So I can either
make something up or not write anything. And because I am the kind that hates reading some made up bullshit
I will write this and go watch some telly. Peace.
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Gay-O-Meter
I'm Not an Addict, (?) Artist
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I feel like shit.
Outkast, Caroline
I live in a cesspool of allergies.
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Toilet Behavior at Work
listening to: Mazzy Star, Fade Into You
warning, rant ahead
I don't ask alot out of our work restroom. There are no fancy soap dispensers, or even a mechanical "here's
your paper so dry your hands" thing. There isn't any wallpaper,
but walls painted the color of rotting egg shells... All those things aren't very nice to look at,
but I work in a small business with 3 other employees. We are two men and two women so I am fine with it.
But, one thing I can not and will not look away from is toilet politeness. Is it asking too much
to expect the guys to lower the toilet seat after they take a piss? How hard is it? Take a piss, now lower the
seat. Takes less than 2 seconds. And I hate going to the bathroom and lowering the seat myself, because
I shouldn't have to do it. I didn't pee standing up, besides they should have some sort of respect for
the two women that work there. Come on! And aiming straight when they do pee... It only happened once that
I went to the restroom and found pee spots all over. Without thinking twice I marched over to the owner and told
him "someone" had peed like they were 5. (and that's not meant to insult any 5 year olds out there)
Anyway, I've already complained about the toilet seat about a year ago and they lowered the seats for some months after that, but I guess
they have selective memory or something. And I say 'they' because it's only two of them and I'm being polite.
I'm gonna design a poster which I'm gonna hang directly above the toilet,
We aim to please, You aim too,
please!
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I don't ask alot out of our work restroom. There are no fancy soap dispensers, or even a mechanical "here's your paper so dry your hands" thing. There isn't any wallpaper, but walls painted the color of rotting egg shells... All those things aren't very nice to look at, but I work in a small business with 3 other employees. We are two men and two women so I am fine with it.
We aim to please, You aim too, please!
Chicken Dance [photography study]
listening to: The Pretenders
This is a shot that I took while in downtown (Houston). It's at a children's festival I stumbled upon. This
little girl was part of a crowd of little kids doing the "Chicken Dance". I had to set up and take the shot
in less than 30 secs, and with a manual camera with no flash or tri-pod I'm glad this shot came out the
way it did.
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Jack White gets hitched
just watched: Unleashed
Call me crazy but I have always found Jack White (of the White Stripes) handsome in an odd sort of way.
Maybe its those fingers when he plays guitar or that brain, or the voice... anyway, he got married.
To a model he only met 5 weeks ago and had his ex wife as maid of honor, or is it best man?
You can watch their new video for the single Orchid with Jack, his ex wife and his new wife, one big happy
family! It even has some horses and some snakes.
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How far back does your first memory go?
listening to: Sheena Ringo
The other day I had dinner with my family and the conversation turned to our first memories. Some people don't have one definitive 1st, like my sister who said she didn't have one. I told her that she had to have one that was first, but I think she just didn't know.
I know my first memory, always have. I don't know how young I was, but I do remember not being able to walk properly.
I am sitting on a sofa and my mom has just left. I remember her talking to me as she walked away (I think she said something like I'll be right back, but I think I just imagined that, b/c I couldn't possibly have understood her back then) Anyway, she walks away and I do remember feeling anxious because I did not want her to leave me by myself. I sat on the sofa waiting for her to come back. The room was very sunny, and I was bored. Finally I remember *thinking* wether I should get up and look for her or wait for her to come back. I knew she was coming back but I was bored. So I decided to climb down the couch and go looking for her. I distinctly remember hearing the clacking of plates and headed for the kitchen. The kitchen was long but small in width. I remember her looking down at me and then saying something which in my head sounds like garble. What I also remember is being able to pick up on her tone of voice and mood very well.
Anyway, that's my first memory. Not very exciting or anything, but over dinner my mom was able to verify the things I remember. For instance the white couch was indeed light colored, and the kitchen was long but small in width. What I find most interesting is that from what my mom told me, we lived in that apartment till I was 1 1/2. So that means that I was actually making successful thought processes as such a young age. Whenever I look at babies I just think they poop and cry but nothing worthwhile is going on upstairs, or nothing that they will remember... Now I'll be looking at babies in a whole new, slightly creepy, light. =)
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I am sitting on a sofa and my mom has just left. I remember her talking to me as she walked away (I think she said something like I'll be right back, but I think I just imagined that, b/c I couldn't possibly have understood her back then) Anyway, she walks away and I do remember feeling anxious because I did not want her to leave me by myself. I sat on the sofa waiting for her to come back. The room was very sunny, and I was bored. Finally I remember *thinking* wether I should get up and look for her or wait for her to come back. I knew she was coming back but I was bored. So I decided to climb down the couch and go looking for her. I distinctly remember hearing the clacking of plates and headed for the kitchen. The kitchen was long but small in width. I remember her looking down at me and then saying something which in my head sounds like garble. What I also remember is being able to pick up on her tone of voice and mood very well.