Things I Love

This list is by no means exhaustive.

1. Winning (especially when there's money involved).

2. Kicking ass at trivia.

3. Felicity.

4. Naps.

5. $1.25 Yuengling drafts

6. Good company.

7. Documentaries.

I got all of these tonight.

Bike riding tomorrow. Gurney Thursday. Artsy biopic & Annie Hall in a theater on Friday. I may be headed out of the funk! Yay!

Things I Could/Should Have Done Today vs. What I Did.

Could/Should have...

1. Seen UP with the movie club.
2. Gone to the party on Park Ave where Modern Skirts, Venice is Sinking, et al played.
3. Prince Birthday Dance Party @ Little Kings.


Did...

1. Cooked dinner.
2. Finished season 3 & started season 4 of Felicity.
3. Drank some Fat Tire.
4. Headed to bed by midnight.

This, my friends (funny my saying that because I'm fairly certain no one reads this), plus greasy hair is what the funk looks like.

In a Mayja Funk!

That's right. I'm in a major funk. I'm not really sure why, but alas...that's what's going on. There's this really awesome blog I've been meaning to write about one of my little pop-culture obsessions, Pastor Melissa Scott, but I haven't quite been in the mood, so I'll leave you with that teaser. Until then, here's the video of one of the songs I rocked at karaoke last night. Its one of my all-time favorites and I've never been to a karaoke night where they've actually had it. I've been saying for years that I want to do the monologue at the end for an audition sometime. With that, I give you Oran "Juice" Jones with "The Rain."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8utL-XzOp6g

Another Craigslist Gem...

This is from the Athens Missed Connections section. I'm sure this is a typo, but just because you're deaf that doesn't excuse you from waxing...hawt!



Hello, Paula Shirley, where are you? - m4w - 30 (Athens)

Reply to:mailto:pers-qnyyg-1201257664@craigslist.org?subject=Hello%2C%20Paula%20Shirley%2C%20where%20are%20you%3F%20-%20m4w%20-%2030%20(Athens) [Errors when replying to ads?]Date: 2009-06-02, 9:59AM EDT

I've been lookinf for a lady by the name of Paula Shirley for almost 15 years now. I had a crush on her then and wrote her a note even expressing my love. Then she asked me about it and I denyed it like a dumbass. Only reason why I said no was because my family and I moved to Warner Robins, where I still live today. I tried everywhere looking but to no avail. So, Paula, if you are out there and you remember me from Burney Harris Lyons Middle School back in 1992. All I remember is that you were deaf, had long back hair, you had glasses and you always hung out with a black girl that was deaf as well. If you are out there, please write to me, there are a few things I need to say to make my head clear.

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Dear Zombie Jesus, Thank You for Answering my Prayers!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!JULY 14, 2009!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Quacker Factory

Check out this clip where a caller describes a Halloween sweater. I'm fairly certain she isn't getting any at home.


If any of you have ever been flipping channels late at night (shit, or even watch The Soup) you are well aware of Quaker Factory and its creative mastermind, Jeanne Bice. She is an unequivocal lunatic. More than that though, her clothes represent to me something about middle age that terrifies me...the point at which a woman gives up and loses all sense of her own sexuality. Would you fuck someone wearing this...



because I damn sure wouldn't and I'm pretty sure anyone I'd be interested in fucking wouldn't either. Just because your body isn't making as much estrogen as it used to doesn't mean you have to give up and look as ridiculous as you possibly can.

Friends, I beg of you...if I ever start wearing shit like this just go ahead and shoot me in the vagina. I've given up and there's no reason left for me to live.

Romanticism vs. Neurotic Realism, aka The Story of My Life

"Chapter one."

"He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion. "

Uh, no. Make that "He romanticized it all out of proportion. "



So I finally watched Manhattan in its entirety tonight. I'd seen bits and pieces here and there, but never the beginning and never the entire movie. WOW! There is so much I loved about this movie...so very. very much. I've always been a fairly outspoken Annie Hall fan, and truth be told there are still element of Annie Hall I like better (i.e. the characters and the actual storyline), however I think Manhattan has edged its way to the top of my Favorite Woody Allen Films list. Visually it kicks Annie Hall's ass. Manhattan might have one of the most fabulous soundtracks of any movie EVER...and that's taking into account Singles AND Valley Girl. I know, right!? Anyway, this is the kind of movie you'd expect at the end of someone's career...that's how profound I thought this movie was. I feel that way about Synecdoche, NY as well and after I saw it was honestly worried it ultimately meant that Charlie Kaufman had to die or retire from film making. How do you follow something like that up? I love seeing films or hearing music or reading books or seeing theatre that ignites something in me that I forgot was there. I think we all become a little jaded after a while, especially those of us who are artists ourselves, to how powerful art can really be. That moment when art touches something so deep inside of you that it overwhelms you...hearing a song for the first time and that electric/almost spiritual reaction on your body and in your soul, being so enveloped by a book that you are depressed when its over and you're no longer in that world, or being so moved by a play that when the cast comes out for a curtain call you are weeping...and the show was a musical comedy. I got a little verklempt at the end of Manhattan tonight. The tingle means its working.

So, kids...why is life worth living?

Dear Comedy Central...

Please, for the love of God, release Viva Variety on DVD already. Get with the fucking program.

Thanks,
Me.

Not the Kind of Girl You Take Home

Its been a long time since I've posted here. That's a common theme with my blogs. .

I've moved and am living alone for the first time ever. I'm a little worried I'll like it too much and end up an old cat lady, but minus the cats and add a lot of dogs.

FYI...for anyone looking to settle down with a nice girl, I am now leasing out my courtship. Don't get any weird ideas, I'm not said nice girl. Its happened again! That's right...another ex has met (and this time actually married) his IT within a year of dating me, catapulting my statistics. Its kind of scary, really. Especially since this particular person used to say they didn't believe in marriage. I warned him when we started dating that I have this weird thing that happens when I date someone and that when we broke up the next person would be "it", so he needed to think really long and hard before he decided to date me. He laughed and said that wouldn't happen. HA! At least I warned him. I have no idea what's going on, but I'm like Good Luck, Chuck. So, if you're interested, let me know...we can work something out. I am all about the Greater Good.

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one of my favorite reality tv moments...the sound of frank loesser rolling over in his grave. i now present david, real world NOLA