Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Hello there! A friend asked me, in a roundabout way, if I had a blog. I told her I DID, but I hadn't updated it in a while. Then I went to give her the link, and looked at my sad, neglected blog, and decided to update. I did indeed get married last year - May 23rd, 2015. It was very lovely and I couldn't have asked for a better day. I also got very drunk and that was fun, too. 

Here's me and the husbeast on our honeymoon to DINOSAUR LAND, which unless you live in a particular part of Virginia, you won't know about, and more's the pity for YOU, sir or madam. 

We had a great time. 

So: got married end of May. A couple of weeks later, I saw a job listing for a job I was pretty sure I could get, but it was 2.5 hours away from home (in Richmond) in the Shenandoah Valley. I asked hubs if I should apply, and he said GO FOR IT. So I did, and by July 6, I was working at my new job, with a 12K raise, and by July 15, we moved to our new home (which is gorgeous) and left the big city behind, where our house is currently being rented by a nice couple that probably actually mows the grass and pays their bills on time. More power to them, I say.

SO, big news NOW: I'm about to be a mama. T MINUS 18 DAYS AND COUNTING. That's right: a baby is going to expel itself from my body, violently, any day now. And I did this...on purpose. One thing that makes it seem like a fabulous prospect, however, is knowing I'll get to show my kid all the movies that I love and turn him into a weird hippie nerd like me. Awesome. 

Saturday, November 1, 2014


Ah, nappers and tiger lovers. What have I been doing for the last three years? If Ali G can make a comeback (booyashaka) then so can I!

Well, the loss of Sainted Mother was rough, to say the least. The next spring, I gained a bionic ankle from falling off some do-me shoes in Las Vegas and then shattering it, thus prompting the addition of a plate and about 25 pins, two surgeries, and six months of narcotic-hazed utter boredom.

That RUINED me financially, but it also made me realize that A: I could not finish my degree in fine arts in a reasonable time period after all the incompletes I took for Mom's passing and me being a crip, and B: I'd rather write papers than sit in a studio every hour I'm not at work and miss out on romantical times with my fella. SO, I transferred to yet another school, and just this past September 30th, 2014, I was conferred a Bachelor of Arts in Art History, cum laude, from Mary Baldwin College. Only took me 21 years to do it, but HECK YES.

Also, my dad got remarried to a person I refuse to call my "step***ther" and joined AA, I bought a house, and my best friend got married and had a baby. I saw maybe 40 more shows (PARLIAMENT FUNKADELIC ya'll), I gained and lost probably 100 pounds, I grew and cut about a foot of hair, and I now have FOUR CATZ! Cat party in the house!

Also, dear friends, I'm getting married next Memorial Day weekend! That's only 7 months away...shit.

So, I'm back. Allow me to introduce you to T'Challa, the slinkybeast that stole our hearts Xmas 2012. She is a stabby/sweet babygirl.

I'll be back soon with Opinionatin', so check it. 

Friday, September 24, 2010

AAAAaaarrrr, Meowy.

Pirate Kitten.

'Nuf said.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

You can bet yo last money...

Next week, I'm going to some shows. YAY! Deer Creek and Alpine Valley, here I come! This summer has been bittersweet, but I am looking forward to seeing it off with a bang. I just wanted to make a lil post about something I know has been bothering everybody for a while, now.

Why is it that in today's "urban" dancing movies, no one wants to just FOCUS ON THE DANCING. I don't mean that it isn't your protagonists' all-consuming passion, because it is. They just gotta dance, man. I mean the damn cinematography is friggin' annoying. It's all from above/from the feet/closeup of sweaty brow/from behind/closeup of shoes/closeup of boobies/from the front/and final pose. I mean, just leave the camera in front of the dance crew, let them dance, and then move it when they're done. I watched You Got Served twice, and was not sure who was doing the serving because the camera moved around so much. At least the director of Honey let you watch Jessica Alba fake-teach other people who actually DID some dancing. They should take a cue from the cheerleading movies. In Bring It On, they don't move the camera around during the cheerleading finals. All you see is their sweet, sweet art.

All this is precipitated by the fact that I am set to go see Step Up 3D this Friday afternoon.

I hope it does not disappoint. And if you want to know more about these type of fly movies, and study the link between old (Electric Boogaloo; aforementioned) and the new, please follow this link : nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2009/09/the_glo...
I will say, I don't fully support the inclusion of such movies as "Lambada" in the mix, purely because latin dance and what I consider Urban Dance are not the same, but it's a nice list, otherwise.

Anyway, I'll throw down some true OSD analysis in the next couple of weeks, but for the meantime, I'll borrow a phrase from the Master of Urban Dancers, himself, Mr. Don Cornelius.

You can bet your last money, baby, it's all gonna be a stone gas.