Wednesday, January 20, 2010

A List.

A few days ago Angela asked me for a list of 10 things I love. I made a list, but then I kept thinking of other awesome things. She gave me her list, and then we both realized that 10 things simply is not enough. So we decided on 100. And she wrote a blog entry the next day listing those things. And I started mine, and then forgot about it, and then remembered, and then couldn't be bothered, and so on, because I am a procrastinator who doesn't finish things. But then I decided to STOP IT. So I finished my list. And here it is (the order means nothing) :

1. Mushrooms
2. The Bible
3. Sex
4. Red Wine
5. Tea
6. Jeans
10. Awesome People
11. Water
12. Rock&Roll
14. Records
15. Vampires
16. Zombies
17. Rain
18. Witchcraft
19. Incense
20. Bacon
21. East Indian Pickle
22. Indian Food
23. Bicycles
25. Bjork
26. Iceland
27. Film Noir
28. Feminism
29. Cardigans
30. Early Morning/Evening Walks
33. Fairies
34. Yorkshire Pudding
35. Religious Secrets
36. Garish Crucifix Necklaces
37. Pasties
38. Chuck Klosterman
39. Sparkly Crystals
40. Hair Metal
41. Stars of David
42. Soft Cashmere Yarn
43. Leather
44. Accurate and concise prose. 
45. Leather
46. Wreck Beach
52. The smell of Earl Grey tea and vanilla
53. People-watching
54. Old Buttons
55. Making out
56. Glitter
58. Being nervous and excited
59. Oatmeal for breakfast
60. Plain Greek/Balkan style yoghurt
61. Vitamins and Supplements
63. Making detailed plans
65. Unusual and delicious smelling perfume
66. Starbucks (sad, I know)
67. Pho
68. Chickpeas
69. Journals
70. Books
71. Passionfruit flavoured things
72. Rome
73. Granny Squares
76. Live Music
77. Photobooths
78. Bangs
79. The Babysitters Club
81. The Concept of a Mullet
82. Coffee Mugs
83. Tea Cups
84. Hair Product
85. Dal
86. Snow White
87. Listening to the favorite music of people I love
90. The West Coast
91. Listening to Patsy Cline when I'm sad
92. Days when everything is perfect and hopeful
93. Talking face to face with my favorite people who I am far away from
94. The word Marquis
95. Nudity
96. Clean laundry
97. Plants that stay alive
98. Violin
99. Chocolate covered chili spiced mangos
100. New T-Shirts

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Reasons to own more than 30 pairs of panties:

You will be able to express yourself aesthetically every day, in any way you choose- and with minimal effort or risk of embarrassment. 

You can indulge your consumer whims whenever you feel like and always feel like you've bought something useful. 

You will go about your day knowing that underneath your clothes you are secretly a dominatrix (or superman, or a pin-up girl, or a porn-star, or an eccentric old lady, or a british aristocrat, etc).

You will have to do laundry once a month, tops. 

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Too Fast For Love

I have wanted to rock for a really long time. Unfortunately, for a variety of reasons, this hasn't been possible yet. To quote Almost Famous, I'm "too sweet for rock and roll". Old ladies sit next to me on the bus. People pat me on the head. I'm short, and nice, and I have a voice more suited to Stand by Your Man than Stairway to Heaven. 

But I don't care. 

I want to rock, and now I am going to. So I started a band. It's called Too Fast for Love, after the song by Motley Crue. I do acoustic indiefolk covers of glam metal songs. I'm excited. 

Also, the only thing that kept me going through last week- which was quite possibly the worst week at starbucks ever- was replaying this video in my head:  (embedding was disabled)

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Metal Boys... aka, I think I have a problem

I am in love with Chuck Klosterman. And Chuck Klosterman loves 80's glam metal. He loves it so much he wrote a fantastic book about it- Fargo, Rock City. And for that reason, for the past week I have been watching every Poison, Skid Row, Motley Crue, Whitesnake, Bon Jovi, and Van Halen video I can possibly find on Youtube. 

And this leads to my problem. I'm starting to find all these metal boys really really attractive. I mean, is it wrong to have the hots for David Lee Roth? It can't be a good thing. All things considered, Sebastian Bach is the biggest douchebag produced by rock music in the past 20 years, but he's still pretty. And it doesn't help that there are a handful of easily accessible half naked pictures of Jon Bon Jovi floating around the internet. 

Still, there's hope for me yet. I find David Coverdale kind of repulsive. So if I ever call Whitesnake sexy, that's when you'll know it's time to have me committed. 

Monday, March 9, 2009

A confession....

Buffy the Vampire Slayer is my favorite television show. That may seem relatively benign, but let me tell you, it goes deep. I was first introduced to Buffy by my cool older cousin Janelle. I watched half of an episode with her when I was 7 and she was 11 or 13-ish. And then I decided that it was too scary for me, and went to bed. 
Buffy reappeared at the dawn of highschool. I got home from the first day of grade 8, and found the first episode on television. It was entertaining, and then I forgot about it. Until later that fall, when I stumbled upon and episode from the 3rd season, the episode where evilvampire Willow is stuck in Sunnydale. And it was still very entertaining. I continued watching various episodes from the 3rd season, but got very confused, seeing as I didn't know what was going on at all. So my lovely friend Jessica lent me the 3rd 4th and 5th seasons on dvd. And I watched them all. Mostly over the course of a few very long nights with Fiona. We stayed up until 4 or 5 in the morning, drinking strong black tea, and eating a ridiculous amount of dark chocolate (side note, when I eat dark chocolate, I still feel like it's 4 in the morning and Buffy is about to kill Faith). By the 5th season, Fiona was kind of over the whole Buffy thing. But I wasn't. The next September, I found out that they were still showing reruns on the space network (aka, the nerd channel), once more starting with the very first episode. Which I watched again, along with all of the other episodes in season 1 and 2. I taped most of the episodes. So now I had most of Buffy- some on crappy mixed up video tapes, some on home-made dvds. And I watched them. The tapes were kind of hard on my eyes, and made everyone sound like they were about to cry, but I watched them, again and again. I still hadn't watched the 6th or 7th season though. Finally, this past fall, I watched the 6th season with my dad, and then we watched the first season of Angel. And I loved them. 
Last week, one of my friends lent me the 5th and final season of Angel. I watched it, and it is like the writers took the dead horse of Buffy, and beat it repeatedly with a sledgehammer, and then took the dead horse of Angel, and put that on top of it, and beat them both into a bloody pulp, and then maybe stuck the whole mess in a blender. But I cried. And I decided that it was time for me to watch the final season of Buffy, which, after 6 years of Buffy obsession I still hadn't watched. 
So that's what I've done for the past 3 days. Watched Buffy like I haven't for 5 years, and like I never will again. And I cried. Over almost every episode. Tears pouring down my face. Even when I was trying not to because I had just put on my make-up. Even when the plot was corny and over complicated. Even when nothing bad was happening. Especially when nothing bad was happening. 
And now it's over. Of course, it's been over for quite a while for most people. And for some people it will never be over. I'm hoping I fall into the second group. 
Tonight I'm going to see Twilight at the Hollywood. I'm sure it will be entertaining. But I know that it won't be real. I'm going to watch, thinking 'that's not what a vampire is like! who do they think they are? those are definitely not real vampires.' Because for me, Buffy is the reality of vampires. Anything else is just fantasy. 

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

That's what Christmas is all about Charlie Brown.

It's true. And for some reason I occasionally find myself slipping into a semi-religious grinch state around the holiday season. I'll stand there, fixing the pastry case at work, thinking, "Why are they all out with their families? Why do they all want hot chocolate? Why are they buying starbucks cards for everyone they work with? Why are they wearing such silly hats? Christmas isn't about presents, or decorating, or silly hats, or spending time with your family, it's about the birth of the son of god, so everyone better show some respect!" Actually, there were probably a lot of swear words in the version in my head. And that particular rant may or may not have been brought on by the non stop orders of kids hot chocolates we made all day. Usually I'm much more in tune with Sally Brown's blatant consumerism. I can recite most of her lines from the Charlie Brown Christmas special. I think right now I'm just grumpy from dealing with Christmas shoppers all day, so my ascetic underside is starting to show.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Wow, I'm kind of dumb sometimes

So, about 10 days ago, Angela ( ) tagged/nominated me for the Kreativ Blogger Award. I read her post where she tagged people, and well, since I don't use my real name for blogging, I didn't realize that she tagged me. Also, apparently I'm really bad at checking the comments on my blog. Either way, better late than never, here are the rules:

  • Link to the person or persons who tagged you.
  • Post the rules on your blog.
  • Write six random things about yourself.
  • Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.
  • Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
  • Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

  • Random 1: Sometimes I'm so bored at home that I go to work an hour or two early.

    Random 2: It is my lifetime ambition to break into the Vatican's secret archives.

    Random 3: I listen to Patsy Cline when I feel really sad- Partly because it makes me feel better, and partly because that's what Xander (from buffy) does. Country music is the music of pain. 

    Random 4: Tonight I killed eight spiders.

    Random 5: Plaid flannel is my favorite fabric.

    Random 6: Angela is the only blogger I know who I could tag, and she tagged me.... so I'm totally breaking the rules.