Posts made in November, 2011
So many more fabulous photos over at Wordless Wednesday. Go get ‘em!Read More
So I had a Capture the Everyday post all ready to go up when I moseyed over to Adventuroo and discovered that Mel has left the country to be with her ailing father. Go give her some love and send good thoughts to her family in Costa Rica. her prompt for this week was music and movies and that post will wait for her return, but she woke the beast with the music suggestion.
I heard a snippet of this song on Homeland tonight(woohoo, free Showtime for a year), but it caught a hold of me way back in the way back of the ultra late 80′s on the soundtrack of Pump Up The Volume. Which was one of those movies that grabbed hold of both of my lapels(imagine I’m wearing something with them) and shook me like a Polaroid picture. The music was badass, Christian Slater was badass(shut up, he was), Samantha Mathis was motherfucking badass. The Eat Me Beat Me Lady indeed.
I wanted in on the whole voice crying out in the wilderness of pirate radio thang. I realize now, it was blogging that I was after. Blogging is so the future’s version of pirate radio. Like they said in Contagion, it’s graffiti with punctuation. Sometimes, anyway. Scrawling our guts and our sarcasm across the interwebbers. Blogging is also way cooler than pirate radio because radio is limited to the range of whatever station’s signal is being stolen. The internets can be heard round the world. At the very least.
This song was sung by Cohen in the movie and Concrete Blonde on the soundtrack, to my extreme irritation and utter dismay. Back then I didn’t even have an easy way to find out who was behind the gravelly, slightly demonic voice on the track. Thank the gods and the Sweet Lady Internet I now live in the motherfucking future. Now, go write hard.Read More
Over at Band Back Together we’re feeling like we want to junk punch the next person who asks us if we have a case of the Mondays. So instead of doing the time in the resulting anger management program, we decided to take Monday back. So we’re linking up our Dose of Happy posts and bringing the awesome back to Mondays. You can play too. Now get your happy on.
This is a card. A handmade, especially for me card. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? This card is made of ultimate radness and supreme awesomosity. As is it’s maker, Teala. Who I heart.
Also hearted by me is Chibi Jeebs for doing the work to make the magic happen so that so many of us get to have a dose of happy amidst the circulars, bills and credit card applications every month. Thanks to y’all I got mah happy pants on and I’m ready to rock this week.Read More
This post is a response to the weekly writing challenge from Trifecta. Not only is this a challenge, it’s a competition. One that comes with the rewards of triumph, increased feelings of self satisfaction and having your wondrous words featured on Trifecta. Join in and be judged, you know you have the words to kick some literary bootay.
This week’s word: Betray
How easy it became, as time moved on, to betray the needs of the self. Time is a funny thing, changing shape and size for indeterminate reasons. It seems to fold in on itself like an intricate piece of origami that takes up less space and grows more frail at the passing of each year. Compartments, once large enough to house dreams, now filled to capacity merely by the daily grind.
Only the most tenuous of traces remain reflecting anything other than those molded and stamped archetypal plans formed too long ago to be recalled by the living. Mother, wife, meeter of needs. Consumed by the very act of nourishment. And yet, continuing on.Read More