Coconuts, part 2

Yeah, so, um, Keith Richards coconut tree fall is still making headlines worldwide. In this New Zealand gossip rag, they point out, rather auspicously, that a brain scan was done to check for damage. You can almost hear the writer laughing so hard they are crying--or maybe that was just me.

I mentioned this story to mom earlier; she had not yet heard the news. The world is wondering why he was in damn tree to begin with... and the above article mentioned Ron Wood was with him in the tree. WTF? Does Mick know?

Artistic Decision Making

Perhaps it is my skewed view of the world (heh, perhaps the next line of fiction is called "The Skewed View"), but I'm really sick of all the claims of plagarism that are popping up in the lit world these days. Chick lit is now getting hit. And, as someone who write chick lit, I have to tell you, there are no original ideas in chick lit--it is all formula babes. You take the concept of girl and boy and terrible trouble that prevents them from being together and you work it into them getting together. So, unless you have copied someone else's dialogue and scenes for your own use, I'm not sure how one would define plagarism in chick lit. And, this particular story in the Sunday Times is a little different, but it still makes me think.

And, it does lead me to a larger question... are there any original ideas out there for fiction? The best fiction is based on some sort of truth--but even in the concept of my latest endeavors (writing a fictional set of stories about my grandfathers stories) it isn't an original idea... nor are the basic tenets of his stories even original as we have heard it before. The challenge is in how I tell it, the language I use and the emotion I invoke. I have to wonder these days, if the challenge of the writer isn't the idea so much as it is how we paint the idea. How much canvas do you leave exposed? What medium do we use? (If it is even okay to use another artistic venture as a metaphor?)

There are many decisions to make as a writer, and most of them do not involve the idea behind the story. It is an interesting concept, plagarism. I know it is one as a writer I worry about--not that I will plagarize, but that I will be plagarized. It is a notion that they instill into you during your first writing class in college.

Nothing much you can do about it.

Jakey's Frustrations

In an attempt to appease the littlest of the jungle kitties need to run around out on the golf course, I pulled out the leash and harness this week and started on the regular strolls around the golf course with Jake. While this has helped in curbing his tendency (albeit only slightly) to break through the screen on the patio and roam around on other people's patios and chase after squirrels, it has also alerted him to the sad fact that I am not a sleath jungle kitty. Sadly, I do not sneak up well on unsuspecting birds in flip flops, or any shoes for that matter. I also do not hide well behind blades of grass, nor do I crouch down nearly low enough as to not be suspected in the area.

Clearly, based on the large sigh of frustration I received on our last walk, it is harder to school me in the art of jungle kitty than Jake thought it might be. Even more frustrating was that I actually stopped to TALK to someone rather than running quickly and hiding from our fellow walker.

At least I know how to play with the laser light and can provide food in bowls almost on demand, otherwise, I might be completely useless here...

Concussion for Coconuts

So, what I want to know is why Keith Richards was in a coconut tree while on vacation... I understand why he fell; one usually does when in a coconut tree stoned out of ones mind. I guess, while in Fiji...

Keith fell from the tree earlier in the week, and was just now taken to the hospital for a mild concussion--I suspect something is awry.

In the meantime, we'll just assume he had the song stuck in his head--you put de lime in de coconut--and he got a little carried away.

Early morning cliche

I haven't seen this side of early on a Satruday in quite some time, but I'm readying myself for the March of Dimes WalkAmerica today. By readying myself, I mean I'm guzzling as much coffee as possible before Leah gets here to pick me up. What I should do is some strecthing since I feel so incredibly stiff this morning...

And, so, while I finish this cup o'java and head for another, I leave you with this thought... during a meeting yesterday someone actually used the phrase: you scratch my back, I'll butter your toes. Somehow I think he screwed it up, not that it wasn't screwed up to begin with... because on further thought I believe it equates to: You do me a favor and I'll screw you over.

Thoughts?

Pampering

Ok, so my last post was a few days ago and seemingly got a few people stirred up... heh, yeah, well, update: Pampers is now emailing me about their products AND apparently, as a mother, I can get in on some special Mother's Day sales to treat and "pamper" myself... Uh hunh.

Next.

Work has been crazy lately and I'm really looking forward to a weekend. Some of us are doing WalkAmerica this Saturday. It will be a nice way to spend a Saturday morning.

Otherwise, there is a lot of nothing planned for the weekend, and I like that idea a lot. It is all that is going to get me through my Friday this week.

Yabba Dabba Do!!

Cosmic Kismet or Mounting Conspiracy?

In today's mail I recieved a package of coupons and various information from Pampers. This, less than two weeks from my mother informing me that her grandchild came to her in a vision advising her of her readiness to be born. There has also seemed to be an exorbanant amount of baby talk around me lately.

That reminds me, I need to get my NuvaRing refilled.

But, if the cosmic world is, in fact, trying to tell me something... perhaps it should start it off in a different manner. Like, Girl this is Boy--s'amuser.

I'm just sayin'...

Great Flying Spaghetti Monster

Today was the kind of Monday where a lot of silliness was completely necessary in order to be functional... and somehow today's dose was the Flying Spaghetti Monster. We were all touched by his noodly appendage today.

All I know is it is good to be a Pastafarian somedays.

Otherwise, I'm tired, my diet sucks and well, I blame the lack of pirates.

www.venganza.org

I really want the coffee mug that sez: This mug holds coffee AND pisses off Jesus.

Paint Party

As previously indicated, here are some of the pics from last night's painting party...

Fending off the utter sleepiness

Just about the time I'm ready for a nap, I have to leave for a previous committment. So, I have 10 minutes and in an attempt to not fall asleep, I shall drone on here. I'm listening to the Artic Monkeys, and while I like them, they are making me sleepy... or maybe it is the smell of the quinoa I cooked earlier... or, just maybe, it is the drinking last night, followed by minimal sleep followed by cleaning and a pedicure. Yeah, I'm betting on the Artic Monkeys and quinoa, too.

Today has turned out to be cold and dreary. It is the kind of day that I would normally wrap up in a blanket on the chair, toss in Top Gun (ahh remember the days when Tom Cruise wasn't a fucking psycho?) and nap occassionally through the fighter pilot scenes. And I may do that when I return from the Body Shop party I'm getting ready to head off to... admittedly, I am a junkie for their tea tree oil and body butter; I also use some of their makeup daily. We'll see what L'Oreal ends up doing with the company now that they have bought it. Fair trade and animal testing a thing of the past? Let's hope not--it is one of the main reasons I buy from Body Shop; the second is the quality of the products... I'm not a fan of L'Oreal. Those who know me, know that I am very, very particular as to what I will use. And I am concerned about the future of the Body Shop and their products.

OK, time to find footwear and such in order that I may leave the comfiness of my chair. The Artic Monkeys have finished their set, which was my timer for departure.

Until later...

Crazy Concoctions

Yesterday, I awoke only to find I hated my own reflection, which normally sucks, but I knew I was getting ready to try on bridesmaids dresses later in the morning. After 40 minutes of various combinations of pants and shirts, I settled on jeans, a tank and oversized white shirt. Approximately 20 minutes later, I was back in my closet because I had dumped something dark all over the tank and it wasn't coming out with a little water and rubbing.

Mal showed up while I was half naked and I managed to get myself dressed so we could get ourselves to Dearborn and find her a wedding dress and me an idea of what might look good for a bridemaids dress. And, after several hours, and my ever so flippant regard for directions, we chalked up a mission accomplished and followed a calorie ridden lunch with a trip for ice cream.

After one non-fat yogurt flurry for Mal and a sugar free yogurt with some sprinkles for me, we decided the best thing to do was to go back to my place where there was cake and butter shots. For those of you unaware, I assure you, red velvet cake with dark chocolate fudge frosting is really best when glazed with Buttershots. I was not the least bit skeptical about this when Mal suggested it, because her suggestion previously of trifle layer with Malibu turned out to be fucking genius. When it comes to dressing a cake, Mal is who you want to go to. Hmmm, I should ask her about the plans for the wedding cake.... LOL

We listened to some music and decided, that no matter how much fun it might be, Sir Mix-a-lot's Baby Got Back was probably not a good choice for the parent dance at the reception... also nixed ideas were Paul Simon's 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover and Hinder's Get Stoned. I guess I was not the most helpful in that particular arena :) But, since I have a lot of music, we thought there might be some ideas hidden between NIN and Johnny Cash... but, eh, not so much.

And then, it was time to paint. I've been prepping, studying my surface for some time, and I was ready last night. Mal and I both got busy with the acrlyic and as is usually the case, I decided I would light a fire to my painting. This time, I had opted for rubbing alcohol to mix with my paints as I like the results, but it also burns fast and clean and has very little impact on the medium. Plus, it made for some great pictures.

The piece I was working on still requires a little more today, and I will get to it. I had to wait until it was dry. It's funny, you would think that the fire would help dry it out, but it really doesn't. It is the biggest surface I've done yet, and I rather enjoyed it. I can see myself getting bigger--it allows for more and less. It certainly forces me to think more than a smaller surface does. I kinda like it. I don't think a lot about my painting -- drawing, yes; writing, yes; but when it has come to sculpture and painting, I have given it much less analytical thought and much more impulsive actions. Using a larger surface has forced me to consider much more about the composition. Also, in moving away from canvas, I am finding that I think more about the composition and how the surface contributes. It's fascinating.

So, in mixing acrylics and rubbing alcohol and fire, I ran out of beer. I knew this was imminent, but I soldiered on... there were several bottles of wine in the cupboard should we feel thirsty, but they went untouched. Instead, the Internet was our friend, providing brilliant suggestions. I came across a Jamaican Tease, which is Buttershots, Malibu and OJ... since we were minus the OJ, we just mixed the Buttershots and Malibu--which is not only very good, it smells incredible.

And that was a Saturday. We covered the gamut of things two girls can do with a Saturday while managing to avoid a workout..... though, trying to imitate the Cameron Diaz booty dance is really a lot of hard work.

And now, a Sunday.

They shot JR, right?

Well, if random headlines can tell us anything, and I am of the assumption tonight that they can, if only because I have no desire to read the actual trash associated with the headline... it is quite enough to know that John Travolta and J Lo will be starring in the big screen remake of Dallas.

*SIGH*

And I thought more of Jenny from the Block than this...

And then, there was cake...

Update: the cake is , in fact, done. It is cooling now so that I may slather it with dark chocolate frosting. At least, some of it will be frosted, the rest will be frozen so that I may enjoy it at a later date. I have learned that this is the best method and I also don't have to throw so much away--since there is no way in hell or on earth that I can consume an entire cake before it becomes a science project... especially with humidity.

And that is all I have to say about that.

Wham! Bam! Slam!

While I don't really care enough to read the actual story about George Michael renewing his feud with Elton John, I don't mind drawing my own conclusions and assumptions as to what this renewed feud may be.

Well, I would, but it seems the cake I put in the oven is done--which, I certainly find more entertaining that random, though probably rather humorous speculation on how Elton let the Sun go Down on George... heh, or something like that.

Omens. Folklore. Symbology.

Some things today reminded me of the stories I would hear growing up about my grandfather and his superstitions related to birds.

I did a little Googling...

A duck quacked at us more than usual. This means rain is acomin'. We are forecast for thunderstorms.

A robin taking shelter in the branches. This indicates rain. See above.

Finally, there were lots of blackbirds, as Leah pointed out. Old British belief is that they are a messenger of the dead.

It is all very interesting... and give me something to think about. As if I needed anything more lately. It makes sense to me.

Mahalo.

To quote you...

It might be somewhat out of context, but one of the best lines ever tonight from Bones--a show I admit, I'm rather addicted to (when I remember it is on)...

"Jesus was not a zombie."

To which, it was explained, per the story, he did rise from the grave after 3 days.

LOL

I'll take a pint and one of those...

In one of the best ideas ever category, a pub in Britain has combined beer and tattoos. Ahh, how nice would it be to walk into a bar, get a beer, get a little ink, call it a Friday and go home. Seems reasonable.

Are we recording?

So, I'm catching up on my "news" and I'm happy to say that not only do we have a K-Fed album to look forward to, seems Michael Jackson has decided to add to the pain with a 2 record deal in Bahrain. I'm almost looking forward to K-Fed now--at least he was a joke to begin with.

TomKat Hatched

Geez, you go out one night and you miss the biggest news to come quietly into the year: TomKat hatched a Suri.

Now we can all get back to focusing on Brangelina.

Sunday Mornin' Coming

Busy, tired day. I ventured up north this weekend. A co-worker made comment on Friday after I declined to attend our ritualistic "Think & Drink" that he thought this was as far north as Michigan went. But, ah, I picked up the PunkRockStar (PRS) and we braved the dense juxtaposition of space, bared our teeth to the winds and like an image only Ralph Steadman could draw (ala "Fear and Loathing") achieved a record drive time. Damn, I'm good. I pulled into the drive of the PRS' folks blasting NIN at a level meant for offensiveness, and scared a puppy who was watching on the porch.

The rest of the weekend found me at a baby shower and imbibing vodka and caffiene--both at rates greater than I should have. We had brunch under the guise of Easter, and ate more food than was necessary. Then, minus one PRS, I achieved a record time on the return trip... It was truly amazing.

Home now. The kitties have been apologized to, Jake has made his great golf course escape 3 times, Bowie assisted in changing the sheets, the entire place has been vaccuumed and minor dusting achieved. The sumatra is ready to brew in the morning. Tomorrow after work, I shall finish the dusting, do some laundry, take out the trash. The rest of the night will find me tending my muse... one trip to the cemetary and a few storied shared over the weekend have my mind moving in various ways. I will not say for sure if they are amazing yet--it remains to be seen.

In the meantime... Mahalo.

Misc-a-laney

Well, I just posted up the latest View--I've been late these days with getting them posted, and I'm thinking about closing that chapter out in my life to move on to others. I figure I can close it out in 25-30 more segments--max. Not to worry for my big fan base (you two are great BTW LOL), that's still about 120 pages and most of this year.

In other news, I've gotten my image pretty much nailed down for the next tattoo and I hope to get an appointment on May 5 since I'm leaving work early that day--and having a whole bunch of people over that night for mas tequila y cerveza. It will be sweet! Why the Cheshire Cat--some people have asked... I have an affinity for that character. Some literataties equate the Cat's charater in Alice as that of "god." Well, that certainly isn't new for cats to have god-complexes... but the character strikes a cord in me. The use of logic, the smile that remains, the mystery and challenge presented.

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."

Curiouser and curioser.

And, on another note, South Park takes on censorship of cartoons making fun of religion. I love how they use Family Guy as their reference, and instead of Scientology, catholics and muslims. It's quite funny--and poignant. Speaking of the cheshire cat....

Mahalo.

Reparations

There were thunderstorms here today, it was a nice distraction to the day. I found work was actually a relief from some of the craziness of the day--and so was Shakira, Niki Barr and NIN at incredibly high decibels in my car while driving at incredibly high speeds (or, as well as one can down 94 at 6 p.m. in traffic). It started when I awoke from a dream I didn't get to finish, which left me a little unsettled. I tried to get back to sleep, but the damned alarm clock prevented it. Perhaps I can finish it tonight?

It's possible, it's a serial dream, with segments every night, but it didn't change the off-kilter feeling of not finishing out last nights episode. And, it set the day into an off-kilter. For example, each morning when I get to work, after I check my email, trouble tickets and calendar, I read my horoscope. Today's was not quite right:

You can let this relationship turn sour, or you can stop the madness in its tracks. Rather than focusing on recriminations, work on reparations.

I thought--hey, it's weird and I will ignore it. Then I got an email from someone I hadn't heard from in a long time, and really didn't want to hear from. It upset me and I deleted it. After much thought, and various input, I wondered if the horoscope didn't mean my relationship with myself. Interesting, now in retrospect, yesterday's post...

So for today, I will let the Britney headlines go by, I will let the J Lo scandal pass... I have more important things to think about today, and a very nice dream to get back to tonight.

Mahalo.

Briefly

Some days require a beer; days like today. Actually, days like yesterday, too, but we can't go back to the past. We can't go back, but we can certainly be haunted by it. Interesting.

Mahalo.

Nothing Scarier...

I just saw the preview for the Scary Movie 4... nothing is more terrifying than Dr Phil and Shaq in a movie together--except, perhaps, a commerical for Comcast following it featuring Mr. T. I thought he was dead, I guess he's back.

Bubblegum and sunshine

Sunny and in the 60s... life is good. Not even the double headlines this morning with Tomkat and K-Fed could cause my head to implode. And I will admit, it takes a good deal of sunshine when you learn that K-Fed illegally sampled, that Thomas Dolby took issue with it in his blog, AND that K-Fed has a myspace account. I think it is the latter of those that I find most disturbing.

But, there is no shortage of idiocy for a Monday... the headline read that celebrities are coming out in support of Tomkat's "silent birth" option. What the headline didn't mention is that it was the sceintology celebrities... either way, Tomkat is not expecting to scream any time now. And speaking of freak celebrities hatching, Gywneth Paltrow gave birth to Moses. Yes, the woman who named her first child Apple, has now named her son Moses.

And to think, I made it through the day with minimal caffiene... though, there was a moment of utter dispair when I realized with 2 hours left to go that I had left my box of Gobstoppers at home. Instead, I drank about 60 ounces of water in those 2 hours--let me assure you, that does not assauge the need for a fix.

I think, though, that the best moment of the day came during a meeting when a colleague said to me that my shoes looked like they were made of pink bubble gum... and I said that they were because I was tiring of chewing leather, to which another colleague responded: I thought leather was like bubblegum to your people... now perhaps is a good time to explain. There is someone who works with us occassionally and via a weird and somewhat bizarre series of conversations he suggested his amazement that Native American's had not come to the knowledge that leather could be cured with urine and instead chewed their leather. I work with my cousin whom was the "fortunate" one to have this conversation. So, it came to be that we Native American's chew our rawhide to make leather--my teepee caused TMJ, but if it is possible, I digress. Now back to the conversation today about my shoes, I have laughed all day over this comment, especially as I was getting my gum out after lunch. It was the best.

So that's it. Mahalo.

Get your graphics department on standby "Fox News"

Clearly, we (as in the United States of Kick Ass!! Heh, USKA!!) are going to have to do something about the situation in Venezuela. I mean, the people there are pelting our Ambassador's car with eggs and tomatoes--they are burning thnigs in protest (including *gasp* the USKA!! flag--indeed, this is further justification for a Constitutional Amendment, but we can get that later). Furthermore, Rojo Presidente Chavez is threatening to expel the Ambassador... this is pure insanity; I'm guessing there is super sonic imaging out there somewhere clearly indicating that Venezuelan people are building weapons of mass destruction--the eggs and tomatoes are a guise for the real thing coming on later.

ACK!! Back to reality, yes, the Ambassador was protested and his car pelted, and yes, Chavez is threatening to expel him from the country. My favorite part of the article from the AP, though, read:

The State Department said the incident Friday "clearly was condoned by the local government," with local officials handing out snacks to perpetrators at the stadium. U.S. officials accused police of doing nothing, saying a single city police car stayed well behind the convoy while motorcyclists pounded and kicked the ambassador's car.

Oh, this made my day, I don't think I have laughed this hard in days. It's a two-fold hysteria. First, all I can think is that THIS is the liberal media that is unjust in its reporting? And then, secondly, local officials were handing out snacks... were they eggs and tomatoes, by chance?

I'm not sure if it is legal anymore in the USKA!! to even communicate this, but I really do admire Hugo Chavez... he is a representative of the people of his country and bottom line, he is a good a person as a politician can be. He kinda strikes me as a socialist Clinton. I wonder on occassion if Clinton had been in a different time, would he lend himself more toward socialism? I would wager an "unpatriotic" yes answer to that. Being of socialist mindset in the USKA!! (which, by the way, I cannot take credit for USKA!!, I borrowed it from a friend) is not an easy thing to do; we seem to be rapidly approaching another bout of McCarthism in this country and this time, I think it will be much more damaging and much more brutal. Will we ever learn?

Guess I should brush up on my Spanish...

Hair, Beer, Derek Jeters and the Return of Tiffany

To quote Cheryl Tiegs:

Like anyone else, there are days I feel beautiful and days I don't, and when I don't, I do something about it.

Sometimes, days can feel like forever, and this was one of those kinds of weeks. On Monday, I decided the thing to do was schedule a hair appointment, which I did and tonight, I find amazing what removing a half inch along the perimeter can accomplish in one's mood. Beer helps, too. In fact, I learned that two beers dramatically improves my ability to parallel park... which I felt the need to share with two friends that harrass me about my poor skills in that particular category. Best I can figure is that when you have been drinking and are parking, you want to be more careful and precise in your execution--so you pay more attention. It sounds much worse than I intended for it to sound.

Perhaps we can blame it on the beer, or me just being a little more me than usual tonight, but I believe I uttered the phrase, rather louder than I meant to in a dining establishment: I am only a Yankees fan because of Derek Jeters' ass. My pseudo apologies to the parents I may have pissed off eating there with their children.

Then, in the midst of J Lo and Janet Jackson in the salon, "I think we're alone now" The return of Tiffany... just when you thought she'd been forgotten. Junior high all over again.

Mahalo.

Oxymoron of the Day

"Bush ordered intelligence leak" A BBC headline.

I have nothing more to say.

Midweek Madness

An Eminem divorce, Somali pirate news, Alba gets an apology from Hef and Paris as Mother Theresa... yeah, something in there is a sure fire sign of apocolyptic presence.

And, it was like I was mentioning to SK today; there just isn't much by way of good pirate news these days. Yahoo! had a link to a pirate story out of Somilia, and while it was a rather wimpy story, what I found most perplexing is that it was just a link to world news from Somilia--and there was nothing else but this story on the page. SK said that is was likely because Somilia is a country crawling with pirates and warrents no further news to be reported in the U.S.... and really, that makes good sense. We don't want to bog down our minds with non-pirate related stories coming out of countries that most kids today don't even know exist.

Apparently no one was terribly surprised, except Kim Mathers, that she and her husband are divorcing again. I have no comment. I really don't care.

I am surprised, however, that Hef has given Alba an apology over her cover stint.

And now, what would the day be if I didn't wonder why the fuck a director would think of casting Paris Hilton as Mother Theresa... Clearly, this is not a film the director cares about, because the closest thing to believable that Paris was ever in was her "One Night in Paris" video. Of course, I admit, I have never watched "The Simple Life;" quite frankly, I couldn't even believe that concept.

Speaking of believability... I have the American Idol results show on just because I haven't bothered to find the remote since Bones ended. Paula Abdul looks completely stoned out of her mind and near tears at every camera shot. Simon Cowell couldn't look more put out at having to be there if he tried--and really, it's his show and even he doesn't want to be there. That should say something. And why in the hell when they vote someone off for royally sucking do they get to re-perform the selection that got them booted? Is this to remind people that they sucked enough to kick them off?

As for me, I posted two rendering Ralph Steadman did of the cheshire cat yesterday... I'm thinking the soccer pic, but just the face and the tail...

Mahalo.

Planning the next tattoo: Ralph Steadman's Cheshire Cat

So, which one do you like best??? I like the face on the soccer kitty best, but don't want the whole scene... I pretty much decided that I want Steadman's Cheshire--it's hideously evil :)

Calling it a night

Less than a minute left... this game is all Florida with a 15 pt lead. They simply showed up and played a better game than UCLA.

How sad.

Waning enthusiasm

With just over 11 minutes left to play in the NCAA Men's Finals, UCLA is behind by 20... and, while 11 minutes is a lot of time in basketball, it will be excrutiatingly too long to watch if they can't pick up their game against Florida by about 110% like right now. In fact, if they can't find their infamous defense, and some kind of offense this game is over.

Nap time.

Half Time

Well, half time sees Florida in the lead over UCLA--but UCLA is a second half kinda team, let's see what happens after all the talking heads have done their analyses. Florida 36, UCLA 25.

As much as I do love watching bball and hearing the calls via the announcers (because I'm not good at picking up what the calls are without the announcers) their incessant filling of time with the history of the teams and coaches and whatever other weird and seemingly irrelevant stats they can find annoys the fuck out of me.

Just what the world needs...

Another television show vying for time on the big screen. The internet is all a buzz this weekend about the preview for the Simpson's movie that is slated for release--sometime. When will it end? First, we had Beavis and Butthead Do America--it was a novelty, then there was South Park Bigger Better and Uncut--not all that great, but it had its moment, throw in there somewhere an X-Files debacle... even Star Trek movies were not all that great by comparison to the television counterpart (well, except maybe Wrath of Khan). I'm sure there are other examples of currently running television shows trying to vie for big screen competition, but they are less memorable than the ones I mentioned already. This, of course, does not take into account the recent trend of turning older TV shows into movies ala Charlies Angels... though none were as compariable as the Angels.

But, 90 minutes of Homer--I'll pass, thanks anyway.

The time has arrived

Well, the bracket-y thing comes to an end tonight... you may recall at the beginning of March, I said it would be UCLA and OSU... so I was half right, but I also said in the end UCLA would be victorious (ok, in all reality, I had it down to UCLA and OSU, but I made a non-basketball friend pick the final outcome). And here we are, with UCLA and Florida getting ready for tip-off. I haven't really been excited about a basketball game in a few years--since the Shock went into game three of the championship (and won). It's a nice feeling; I really only enjoy watching basketball on t.v. and in all reality, it is my favorite team sport to watch in general--though I like others when it is live and in person.

But tonight, the moment is basketball--NCAA Men's Finals--I still back my bracket: UCLA will be victorious. They have to, I even made my dad bet me on the game :)

Priorities, priorities

In another case of talking too much, Tom Cruise put his best laid plans on the line for German tabloid TV this week: baby, movie, marriage. Katie must feel very, very special to note that Mission Impossible 3 comes before nupituals. And really, quality filmmaking like that should be promoted before the fanfare of marriage. Hmpf, it isn't like it's Top Gun or anything!

Fools Rush In

Pummeled with beads of caffeine, I have managed to get myself awake and read some headlines. It is April Fool’s Day—and I have spring fever in the worst way. I’ve gotten the plans laid for the summer kick off party, and if April weren’t so damn occupied already, I would have it this month, but opting for Cinco de Mayo is equally satisfactory for me. No foolin’. Actually, April Fool’s day is the birthday of a former b.f. of mine—and all too appropriate if you ask me. Ah, what a fool I was… or maybe not so much, we ended it shortly after the first.

Speaking of fools, Reuters is reporting this morning about two Mexican nationals that were arrested for money laundering and narcotics trafficking… the funny, foolish part—they smuggled 242 pounds of cocaine in statutes of the Virgin Mary. Oh the jokes that could be so inappropriately made here—the temptation is great.

It is a time of fools indeed… another K-Fed press release this week talking about that album—in case anyone has forgotten. Dude, are we seriously going to have to be reminded every other week until freaking August?? Then there is his wife… an artist rendition of her bearing down on a bear skin rug with Sean Preston crowning… It has pro-lifers and pro-choicers everywhere in an uproar. The artist says it isn’t political—I’d be apt to believe him if it weren’t for his other works of art. Just saying it isn’t political makes it so in this culture… and as a very astute artist, Daniel Edwards has to know this and successfully banks on it. Being an artist in this society requires the political, or at least the illusion of it. After all as Oscar Wilde once said: Illusion is the first of all pleasures. All I can say is that Oscar had no idea what was to come.

And, as I have spring fever, I must go and clean and such—if only for the weather we had the last couple days as today is rather cold and lends itself more toward lying around in bed than cleaning the patio or vacuuming… I suppose there is time for both this weekend.