The life and times of Mary Louise

Pushing the go a little too far

2009-01-05T17:30:00.000-08:00

...today was another "Superiority Complex" day for me.

I had to go to Seattle and Bremerton today to take care of a few things. On my way back to Westlake Center to catch a bus to Everett, I see a bunch of girls shivering in the cold wearing fur coats. Upon closer inspectiong...it's a bunch of PeTA fangirls wearing fake fur coats drenched in red paint to make a point. Then, they sprawl themselves on the sidewalk weraing a couple of bear traps and pouring fake blood all around themselves.Look...I see the point they are making. I can respect this...but WHAT GOOD DOES IT DO? I mean really? We know that animals died to make the coats...don't tell me the sky is freakin' blue. I'm not a complete moron.

So, these classy ladies are covered in blood and fake fur. it looked like a the FAO Shwartz bear went rabid and beat the crap out of them...but left their hair and makeup PERFECT, mind you. They did have channel 4 interviewing them after all...They all have their legs caught in a fake bear trap. Although I understand and ALMOST appreciate the sybolism...it's such a damn waste. They are only really protesting to one small fraction of the population. You say nothing about leather (which I find odd) and only focus on the purchasing of fur. You know who purchases fur in the continental US? RICH PEOPLE. People who can afford that shit. You honestly beleive that stretching yourself on a cold sidewalk in 30 degree weather swimming in Ben Nye fake blood is really going to get your "point" acrossed? Some lady is totally gonna walk by and say "HOLY SHIT! I'm wearing a dead thing that was killed for my godless pleasure! I'M SO ASHAMED!" I don't think so, ladies.

What actually pissed me off about all of this is my opinion on protesting. Unless it's going on right HERE and NOW, unless it's a growing problem, and the people in charge of said problem are actually there to hear the message...then it's is a waste of time, money, and you're now just taking up space on the sidewalk. You're just standing there...to make a point...nothing proactive about that in my opinion! You should be volunteering for no-kill animal shelters! You should be out there researching safer animal-friendly products! You should be writing letters! It's like the war protesters who sit in front of the POST OFFICE. It does NOTHING for your cause! You will reach more people video taping that and posting it on YOUTUBE than sitting on a sidewalk.

Don't you ladies have JOBS? Don't you all have responsibilities other than telling us meat eaters that we are horrible people?I almost asked if the fake blood they were using was animal cruelty free, environmentally safe, and wouldn't stain the sidewalk.Oh, and htey attracted the "if you aren't wearing an American flag and carrying the Cross you must be a heathen tourist who's going to Hell no matter how much you pray for forgiveness" group of wackos. They tried to hand me a pamphlet...as did PeTA...and I got mean.

"Get the hell away from me!" I bellowed.Yes...I bellowed.

I don't shriek very well and I'm not a screamer. I just get kinda loud. That and I had my headphones in listening to my favorite Coldplay songs...I got grumpy when the visuals that were plced before me totally clashed with what I was listening to. *LOL*Then...yes, there is a "then" to this story...I board the bus to Everett. There is this douchebag sitting across from me wearing his hat to the side and his shoes unlaced (why is dressing liek you have downs syndrom a cool thing?) drinking perscription cough syrup like it was water out of a paper bag. I had no idea that Pabst Blue Ribbon was making medicine! AND THEN he started a conversation with another douche and his chubby gal pal who wore a bright pink jogging suit that said PINK in bling on her ass...about his medicines...and whipped about 3 bottles of medicine out and told this couple about how each pill "fucks you up nice and all". WHAT?! COME ON! And he's giving out free samples!

People like this make me realize on days when I'm alone that I'm pretty freakin' awesome.

Let it SNOW

2008-12-19T14:16:00.000-08:00

Well...Washington state "finally" gets snow and everything is at a g-darn standstill.

Allow me to explain:
EVERYONE complains about the weather here. It doesn't rain as often as people complain about. Maybe average 155 days a year. It DOES INDEED snow in Washinton, but people are mad that it doesn't snow during Christmas. Poor Mother Nature...how dare you NOT conform to the Christmas season by refusing to snow on the birthday of Jesus! I mean...WHAT THE HELL, DUDE?

But now that it's snowing (and we are in for more!), people are pissed. Righteously pissed. Shaking-their-fists-at-Heavens pissed. No one was prepared for this "winter storm" even though it was in the news for a week before the damn weather pattern hit. People are stranded, cars have been abandoned up and down the I-5 corridor...cats and dogs living together...TOTAL ANARCHY over 3 inches of ice and snow. Yes, Spokane got 19.4 inches in 24 hours...and they are special...and lucky. Schools and businesses are closed. Buses are running late late late. Hey, even my work is affected! I don't have to go today because they postponed Friday Night Live for next week...and I don't work next friday! HAZZAH!

What am I doing? I'm staying warm in my apartment with mugs of coffee, a warm kitty in my lap, fiddling on the internet, and plotting/scheming over costume ideas for Sakura Con. Dot Warner...can I do it without making it look like I didn't even try? *LOL* We shall see! I need to get in touch with Ritsuko and Plude about finishing Jessica from DragonQuest 8. I was actually learning how to make a corset! Still need a wig for that costume...but nice looking orange wigs are very difficult to come by.

I've been updating my deviantart account like crazy: http://sailor-tweek.deviantart.com/
Trying to get my "art freak" on as my dear friend Amano elegantly puts it : (not work safe: pinup models) http://amanojyaku.deviantart.com/

Lots of photos just sitting on my computer and I have a tendancey to carry my camera everywhere I go. Time to make use of it all and show off my love for photography! If I had a scanner, I would scan my portfolio that I started in high school. ALl those wonderful balck & white studio portraits of my friends...the 2ft by 4 ft post of my friend Bert..the still life projects involving my Pinky and Brain doll. God, I miss high school.

Ok...not really missing high school...but missing the photo lab there. I could roll my own film, develope my own film, and print my own photos! So much fun! 3 hours a day 5 days a week...heaven. Pure artistic heaven!

In other news: I want a new camera so darn badly! A new digital SLR...all the instant gratification of digital with all the control of an SLR film camera! *drool* I also want to look into video cameras. I'm thinking of video blogging...although, I'm more inclined to ramble on with "um" and "you knows" more than I'd care to admitt. OH WELL! XD Maybe having a video blog would teach me NOT to "um" my way through a conversation!

I cannot STOP listening to Viva La Vida by Coldplay.

I bought Chrono Trigger for the Nintendo DS..still my favorite game of all time!

There are days...

2008-10-21T15:11:00.000-07:00

I sit here in city that is try so hard to be like Seattle.
Everett is severely lacking in art, soul, and sophistication.

And this coming from a gal in her pj's at 3 in the afternoon eating applesauce from a Disney Stitch mug. (Give me a break...I have the flu)

I miss theatre. I don't need ot get paid for it. I just want to be part of productions again. Community or private or (dare I say) professional. But let's be realistic. Who would want me in a professional production? I was the only theatre major at WWU who couldn't audition for anything becuase my parents weren't paying my tuition. I had rent to pay and food to buy!

I often lounge in my apartment daydreaming of meeting my famous role-models. As the daydream becomes more vivid, it's smashed with the realization that sitting here in my pajamas isn't going to get me anywhere. Ouch.
I have to put forth more effort. You can't be found when you lock yourself up and wait for things to happen or for opprotunities to fall into your lap.

Now if only I'd stop typing and preaching it and actually DO IT.

Alright, you political party stereotypes...

2008-10-07T19:42:00.000-07:00

Political arguments and petty mud-slinging makes Dr Daniel Jackson cry...

And Lord knows when he starts to cry, that's it for me.

The people I had dinner with in Los Angeles

2008-10-07T00:43:00.000-07:00

To kinda give you an idea of the people I idolize, envy, adore, and/or get to hang out with once in a blue moon:

My loving husband

The Not Really This Serious Jack Conway

(The giver of The Barrel nicname)
The Scary But Not Really Matt Miller/Mercer

(I had a nightmare about this photo...scary cool)

The Sewing Goddess JoEllen
(My GOD, she's talented!)

The Wonderfully Giggly Vanii

And then there is always Me:

Those who couldn't make it:

The Incredible, Edible Sarah

(Gummi Bears and alcohol!)
The Dangerously Awesome Jenny

(Black Canary! OMG!)

Photo credits:

Chris was by me, Matt's and Sarah's and mine were by the ever wonderful Lionel Lum, JoEllen and Vanii's are from JoEllen's Firefly-Path.com site, Jenny's is by the amazing and caffinated Eurobeat King, and Jack probably took the photo with the power of his mind.

Honeymoon pictures ^_^

2008-10-06T20:34:00.000-07:00

Only 33 so far...out of 950 plus possible photos.

Livejournal Gallery

I miss Disneyland.

Rather than X-post it

2008-09-28T02:38:00.001-07:00

I have a few photos up on my livejournal of the Honeymoon at Disneyland!

http://sailortweek.livejournal.com/383796.html

Go check them out. it's not much, but it is 2:30 in the morning after all.

Well...here's one to lure you in:

Disneyland

2008-09-26T20:45:00.000-07:00

Just to give you an idea about how STITCH CRAZY I went while I was in Disneyland:

Yes...that is Stitch as both Palpetine and Yoda.ANd that mug is HUGE. It holds 5 cups of coffee.ANd I got a bunch of trading pins...but I'm not trading. The collectors I came acrossed were WIERD...and I mean that. Having been a comic book and heroclix collector, I can honestly say these Disney pin trader adults were CRACKHEAD WIERD.

Lots of updates today!

2008-09-26T17:10:00.000-07:00

Becuase I have not posted it on this blog yet:

Chris sings to me at the wedding!

I cannot figure out how to do the ebbed media on this blog.
Oh well...good ol' fashioned point-and-click!

Spreading the love

2008-09-26T16:34:00.000-07:00

Jack Conway gave me a new nicname.

When Chris and I were in California for our honeymoon, we met up with some of my friends. Jack Conway and Matt Miller (Mercer). Sarah and Jenny weren't able to make it...but I totally understand. There will just have to be another California trip in the near future so that I may party with them. ^_^

Chris, Jack, Matt, and myself booked a date at The Edison. (Best $13 drink I've ever had) Vanni and JoEllen came by as well! We talked about lots of random and amusing things. The guys are involved in a number of filming projects and it was very facinating to hear all about them.

Jack had said that he and Matt appreciated my spreading the love of their projects as they turn up. I did this for Geek Week. Everytime a new episode would come forth, I'd put the updates on all my networking sites (Mysapce, Livejournal, Facebook). I support the rockin' projects my friends are doing and really enjoy passing it along to other folks who I think would enjoy seeing this stuff.

My networking connections aren't too wide. I'm kinda in the middle of the intersecting of tons of the other people. Because of that intersecting, I knwo some of the same people my internet friends know. But there are poeple that I know that other's don't know and so on and so forth (I tell 2 friends and they tell two friends....)

Because I'm kinda in the middle of it all (whether I pay enough attention to it remains to be seen), Jack had dubbed me THE BARREL.

Whiskey

Tango

Foxtrot?

He explains that I am like the barrel in the movie JAWS. When the barrel goes down, shit is gonna hit the fan! I'm the warning beakon! You loose me, you've lost the WAR! Or something like all that.

Chris was laughing so hard. Matt was laughing os hard. The girls were laughing so hard. I was damn near in tears form laughing so hard.

So there you have it. I am THE BARREL. May I take this nicname and not only live up to it, but become the best damn beakon I can be.

Speaking of:

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you BRAWL *with updated News Reels from Lakitu!*

The upcoming LAN PARTY MASSACRE

And just for good measure - The late great GEEK WEEK (rest in piece)

Making it a point to post more

2008-09-26T16:31:00.000-07:00

I respect everyone's political beliefs. It's not for me to say who's side is better or wrong. But I cannot stand by and let people insult without having snappy comebacks. ^_^ Thus the image was born. Here is Dr Venture's blog link to the conversation.

http://urbaniak.livejournal.com/173649.html

Get a F**king car!

2008-06-10T21:05:00.000-07:00

As you all know, the public transit is my main method of transportation.

Mostly by choice, I buy my bus card and go by a pre-determined schedule that I have no say in to get me from point A to point B and back again. I'm saving money, my carbon foot print is damn near non-existant, and it gives me reading/napping time in between destinations.

I have my rants about the bus.
They all carry over from when I rode the buses in Bellingham. Over-crowded, stinky, shakey, and rude people...and the schedule...no matter how convenient it is, you still have to wait and pre-plan. And now I'm living ina "city". Everett was apparently put together by Mr Rockefeller and some upper-crust east coast folk to create the West Coast New York about 100 years ago. Too bad Seattle took that honor and ran with it. Everett is more of a swanky, artisitc, and filthier Bremerton. A navy town with farming imigrants, bars, bowling, car dealerships, and eaasy access to I-5 so you can be anywhere but Everett. Sorry...back to bus rants.

The smell is always something to behold.

I've been to Hempfest, Bumbershoot, OzzFest, anime and comic conventions, raves, dances, drum circles, and rallies...to add that working at a warehouse and changing diapers at childhood development centers...I've smelled it all. Imagine my suprise when I rode the bus for the first time and was hit with a toxic cloud of human stink. Perfume, sweat, body odor, dirty laundry, food, bad breath, lingering of whatever smoke, and bus exhaust...put all of that together, close the windows, and crank the heater...that horrid stink is now baked into your clothes for months. No matter how wonderfully clean you keep yourself, you will walk off that bus smelling like you just shit your pants.

Think of an Anime convention. You know...that corn chip, onion dip, regurgitated garlic smell. Now add in the acidic aroma that conjures memeories of the last time you had food poisoning...are you gasping for air at just the description? Good. Now times that by 5 and you have BUS STINK.

There is always the over-hearing conversations that you really don't want be a witness to. Whether they are conversations between other bus riders or by annoyingly loud cell phones, I overhear a lot of strange things on the bus.
Some of my favorites are
"My parole officer is such an asshole! He want's me to get a fuckin' job! I mean, what the fuck, man!"
"I think tonight I'll either have sex with him, or leave. It all depends on how good the dinner is." "Wassup niggar!" <----------usually said by fat white chicks on a cell phone. Yay tact!
"I call her bitch because she likes it."
"Does anyone know where I can get a hooker or some pot around here?" <----a man once yelled form the back of the bus and then asked the driver the very same question at his stop.

Here is one I heard today on the way home from the library: "I hate this bus. I swear to God it stops at every bus stop. I've got shit to do people!"

Right away, my response to this statement screamed in my mind..."Get a fucking car then!"

When I start to complain about riding the bus, I say this to myself. If I don't like the smell or the people or the travel time...I should get off my ass and get my driver's license. But then I remind myself why I choose the bus and get over my ranting quickly...or I rant about here in Livejournal/Myspace land.

Looking Like Hell Is Just One Of The Many Services We Provide

2008-03-05T15:17:00.000-08:00

Nothing in this world is a bigger spanking in the reality cheeks than seeing yourself in a dressing room mirror.

You think you're hot shit? Go to the nearest department store, whatever mart, or thrift store and check yourself out in the mirrors...no makeup, no hair gunk, not bangles or sparkles.Prepare to weep for this is truly a soul crushing experience.

I went to Value Village today during my lunch break to search for costume pieces. I went to try on a couple of cute shirts and became HORRIFIED as to what I saw looking right at me.

Holly hell...I am now in the belief that dressing room mirrors are meant to magically magnify all human physical flaws. You might have a tiny pimple...but this reflecting glass will show you a festuring, basketball sized blemmish that would scare puppies and little children away. You would swear to everything holy that Frankenstien was humping your face...even though you totally thought that pimple this morning was totally minor. This cursed mirror is showing you otherwise.I look into this mirror...this cruel mirror...and was just absolutely HORRIFIED about how completely terrible I looked!I knew that I have huge pours, but this was ridiculous! I could have gone spelunking in the holes in my face! The dark circles under my eyes made me look like VINCE FUCKING VAUGHN! I know that I have a body hair problem...this mirror decided that I should like my brother trying to grow a beard! THANKS A FUCKING LOT!

And then...oh boy...AND THEN I see my body.

Folks, I know I'm chubby. I eat and drink pure junk. I know that I should not wear daisy dukes and half shirts. I have no tone in my thighs or arms which causes the skin in those areas to jiggle and jive everytime I move. I have a belly on me that is causing the line-of-site issue to my toes.

But HOLY SHIT.

This mirror....this horrid, unclean mirror that sits in a white flat room underneath unforgiving fluorescent bulbs kicked me in the self esteem something fierce. So much so that I'm blaming the blazing headache I suffer from as we speak on this fucking mirror.I saw in the mirror a woman who rides the bus regularly, takes no effort in her appearance, and could really stand to start using some moisturizer on her EVERYTHING. My stomach did that FLUB thing...muffin-top nothing...this was a goddamn 4 tier CAKE oozing above the waist bands of my slacks. You could have seriously put me in an XXL Tweety Bird shirt, a pair of hot pink stretch pants, dirty white sneakers and called me MARYSVILLE'S FINEST at that point.

I wanted to cry.

I'm not blaming fate or genetics. It's my own damn fault for looking like this. I mean, I'd rather bitch about getting into shape on livejournal than, Heaven FORBID, get off my size 14s and get to working out.

And do not feel bad for laughing at my post...I figure humor is the best medicine and wrote this all in the hopes of making myself feel a little better. Is it working? I don't know...it hasn't made me any thinner.

This post is meant to be both funny and tragic. It is very, very true. It really happened today and it really is how I feel. I have put myself in this situation...I know that I can get out of it if I would only get on the ball and do somethign other than post about how unhappy with my body I am. I do not htink that I'm ugly...I would hope that in the eyes of my wonderful fiance that I am sexy, but I know that there is much I would like to do for my body for the better. At least my eyes, my hair, and my boobs are awesome.

Bottom line is: By all means, please chuckle without feeling guilty...teh mirror telled me I waz FAT

X-posted at my livejournal: http://sailortweek.livejournal.com/357372.html

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THIS CAT!

2008-02-29T14:58:00.000-08:00

THIS CAT!
Make a caption for THIS CAT!
Thank you Dia for THIS CAT!

Keeping hands and feet inside the car at all times...

2008-02-28T15:50:00.000-08:00

Last night was an emotional roller coaster.

I haven't one of those in a long time.
Chris and I went grocery shopping and his wallet fell out of the car on the way out of the parking lot. After searching for an hour or so, someone else found the wallet and called the house. Chris retireved his wallet form this kind soul to find that the contents of the wallet were 100% untouched and all there.After getting home at about 8:30pm and finally eating (I stayed home and made dinner while he went back and forth from the grocery store), I uploaded the Evening Magazine story about my cousin.

Keeping in mind that she's fine and recovering great and living a nice, healthy, normal life...I watched this story and just CRIED. I Cried so hard that I shook. It was touching and scary and somethings said and shown that I had no idea about.

After Chris held me and we comforted each other (His wallet scare and my cousin's story), we logged into our favorite fantasy world for a short time. As we were getting ready to come back to reality, CHris gets a call on his cell phone.No call at 10:30pm can be a good call...Derrek called to inform us that fellow actor Harry Helm had passed on earlier in the day. He was well into his 80s and suffering with health problems.

We ended the Roller Coaster evening on a dip downer. Needless to say, I woke up a bit emotionally hung over this morning...and never did get my coffee.

So far the day is proving productive, positive, and full of company paid chinese bistro food. My god, I'm so full that I need a nap.

Today is CHRISTOPHER WARD MCDOWELL'S 29th BIRTHDAY!
We will be celebrating with the rest of his family this weekend.

I am in the process of taking costume stock for the upcoming convention. *sigh* I am disappointed that I will not be able to fit into one of the costumes. Although it's kinda funny to kick back and blame it on breast size being too big...but I know that there could have been work done on my "cake & cookie pouch*
Oh well, I have standby outfits and a few new ones up my sleeve. I have 2 outfits that can be a dozen different characters if I just change wigs. *LOL* Yay unifoms! I've got half of Organization 13 in my top drawer alone! I can be half the female cast of Bleach!

I've got wigs to work on...AXEL is going to be the projects of projects. I keep saying that, but not starting! The crimson-spikey-hair-of-doom is going to be...well..."intersting". JESSIKER (tm) wig will be a snap because putting a wig into loose ponytails is nice and easy. The only problem being I have no idea if the costume will be made in time for the end of March or not. Life has gotten pretty busy with other things...I would hate to leave the costume in the more-than-capable hands of Ritsuko and Plude, but I know that they are just as busy (if not, MORE) than I am.

One of the most amusing costume situations is the fact that I've accquired my 3rd Naruto character costume and I don't even watch the damn series. Kakashi was my first, Kiba was second and by far the easiest (and carried a Stitch doll around to be my fighting companion) and now I have Lindze's Temari outift. Again, big boobs...but there's a nice seam allowence to play with.

Anyone got a sewing machine? -_-*

Fresh air from an open door

2008-02-27T11:04:00.000-08:00

Chris is turning 29 on thursday...tomorrow...And I don't have clue about what to get him!I might have to go to the comic book shop and see what jumps out and screams CHRIS.

You all should call him and sing him a sexy birthday song.

My cousin Kelsy ** kelsy.pledgepage.org ** will be on television tonight. King5 is covering her the story about her operation.I would give you more info on her situation, but even I don't know what the hell is going on. No one told me she was having a tumor removed...no one told me she had a tumor! I didn't find out until Christmas! Anyways, enough of my bitter frustration. So I'm going to watch her story on Evening Magazine. Not a fan AT ALL of that particular show and most involved, so they had better get her story right...the last bunch of folks you want pissed at you is anyone with the last name of Paquette or Matteson.

I would say Frank, but no one is scared of me and my brother. *LOL* My brother and I are the deversion...we keep the people busy while our deviant mates light the bag of dogshit on fire and leave it on the doorstep.

I am in some serious need of coffee. Why did they not build that Starbucks in this business lot? Oh yeah...because there are 2 of them a mile away from here in opposite directions.

But once my pants are on, I make Gold Records.

2008-02-26T14:56:00.000-08:00

I post alot...

I haven't had the pleasure or displeasure of sitting through an episode of Saturday Night Live since Phil Hartman was found dead.

I'm not protesting, I just lost interest when Phil was gone. Kinda like how I stopped watching South Park after Mary Kay Bergman killed herself.Dana Carvy got really ill, Phil Hartman was fatally stabbed, Chris Farley pulls a Belushi...the show lost a lot of its cast. Never a big fan of Farley, but still!

I guess I miss the days of the show being hosted by Wayne Gretzky and Paul Simon. I miss Tom Hanks and Steve Martin showing up form time to time. I miss John Lovitz and Dennis Miller!

When I was in college, many of the students recited lines from SNL of the current period. I had no idea who the in hell Mary Catherine Gallaghar was...and certianly wasn't impressed when everyone around me was imitating her. I didn't care that Katan was a local (Bainbridge Island I believe) and Will Farrell was becoming the next Jim Carey...One trick pony on his way to bigger and better things.I had refused to watch an SNL movie since Coneheads and Waynes World. I thought that they were going a little too far with the 5 minute sketches turning into full length feature films. Although I enjoyed Wayne's World and COneheads, I knew that these movies were a once in a lifetime lucky break. I did see Night at the Roxbury...I was amused..but began to get snnoyed with people passing by college house screaming "Emilio! Emilio!"

At one point, I remember flat out refusing to see anything with Will Ferral in it. A very snobby approach to films, I know...but I just didn't think he was funny unless he was a Sparten or hosting Celebrity Jepordy. I wouldn't watch Elf or a movie about NASCAR (a paradoy, I know...but I hate NASCAR so much!) or any other one of his movies that the theater kids were adoringly quoting in the middle of class every single day.That's something I will never understand...the theater department I poorly chose was very picky and snobby about plays and visual art and politics...but damn near all the "rising stars" there did cocain and thought Will Ferral was a genius. It always bugged me. I was teased for liking anime, but these assholes went on for pages about how AMAZING and soul-touching Lost In Translation was...even though they could only remember half of the damn movie after drinking thier weight in corona.

*sigh*

But I took a chance one day while kicking around Netflix...I decided to rent Stranger Than Fiction even though it had Will Ferral in it. Pretty neat looking cast, interesting concept, and not very long. I thought it looked like a movie with "Truman Show" moment that Jim Carey had.Oh yeah. Color me impressed. I loved it! I know lots of folks who did not like the movie, but I really enjoyed it. I was really impressed with Ferral, I adored the concept, and I loved the story. A very sweet (kinda dark) film.So because of that movie, I will give Will Ferral a shot. Hey, I let Ritsuko show me "Blades of Glory"..and that took an act of God since I LOATHED Napolean Dynamite...and I ended up enjoying that one too. Not as much as "Fiction", but it made me laugh.

I mentioned Netflix earlier in the post.I have 30+ reviews wrtten on Netflix. If anyone is interested in reading them, my user name is (big surprise) Sailor Tweek.I reviewed all of Buffy, some animated movies, some movies I hated, and some that I felt needed defending. My proudest review is of Kevin Smith's "Dogma". I love that movie and I will defend it til the end of the world. I can appreciate not liking the movie, but there are some many jerkdorfs out there who complained about silly things like swearing and crass humor. It's a movie with JAY AND SILENT BOB IN IT! Simple rule: if you don't like swearing and the dick-and-fart jokes, then don't watch anything with Jay Mewes in it! And certainly don't sit down to watch a rated R film expecting a sensibly calm experience!

Sorry, I began to rant...I need to pull it back a bit. I'm trying to keep my livejournal habits on livejournal. *LOL*I'll certainly swear a lot less on this journal.Typos and horrific lack of spelling and grammar skills will still run rampid...

Which actually reminds me. There are some livejournal entries I plan on reposting here. Some of my old ramblings about school are kinda amusing and I have some great social commentary posts that I'd like to share as well.Someday I'll do that...after updating photos and revamping my ACP and Cosspace profiles and finishing the Axel wig and constructing Jet Black's costume and....Yikes...I have a chore list.

Say Cheese

2008-02-26T11:34:00.000-08:00

I took a ton of photos over the weekend that I should really post.My deviantart account is going to explode with artsy-fartsy photos! You wanna talk about the definition of annoying artistic moment? I took a picture of peeling paint.Yes...that's how artsy minded I am.

I saw this delightfully old shop with tons of peeling paint. I was fasinated by how it looked, why it was allowed to be in such a condition, and how symbolic the paint was...and then I stopped and thought "Fuck...I'm an artist. Damn you liberal arts college!"

So I gave in and took a few pictures of this building. As I'm standing there with a camera pushed up against my face, a gentleman walks passed and chortles "Only 2 kinds of people take pictures of old buildings: Insurance people and Health Inspectors"

Without looking up from my camera, I smiled and replied "Neither. Just an annoying, excentric artist"He laughed and told me to have a good day.

I took some really neat photos thru the bus window one morning on the way to work. I took some artsy photos of Chris when we were riding the ferry to Edmonds. I'm a huge sucker for the rule of thirds.

Random thought of the day: I still have no idea of what to get Chris for his birthday...this thursday. 0_o I'm really behind.

Second, more on topic and on theme thought of the day: The Book YOU SUCK by Christopher Moore NEEDS to be a movie...it is so wonderfully funny...I mean, if not a movie, make it into a play! I felt the same way about The STUPIDEST ANGEL. Totally meant for stage and/or screen. Of course...they are wonderful books and it wouldn't be robbing the world anything if they stayed on paper.

Let the games begin

2008-02-25T09:00:00.000-08:00

HOLY CATS!

Deadline Day is usual pretty hairy. People calling in at the last minute to get thier ads in. Car dealership managers (who have the manners of 18 year old crackhead) calling in last minute changes or adding more chores to my list.I get here at 7:45am because we open at 8. I have to count the till and open shop...but the rest of the staff tend to waltz in closer to 8:20.

I usually don't care, but the crazy people of this county were up early and thought it best to call my office a tthe same time.When my suporvisor called me to tell me he was running a wee bit late my only reply was this Dr Girlfriend-like growl of "Get here now. I've been up to my armpits in phone calls since 7:45"

His reply was a very sheepish "oh. I'm putting it in gear. Be there soon."

The count so far today:1 cup of coffee1 person killed with kindness1 person transfered to the main office because that's what I do to the folsk who are complete douchebags1 walk-in who was as sweet as pie1 stern finger shaking at my boss for being this late on Deadline Day.

God..a journal post only 45 minutes into the work day? This has got to be a record.

Although I did get a wonderful e-mail from Nick and Dana in Africa. They got thier package! I should send them food next time. They are jonesing for junk food.Come to think of it...so am I.

Gah...it's way too early for this shit.

I collect blogs.

2008-02-22T16:25:00.000-08:00

I've been rambling on and on in livejournal about how badly I need to get out there and take more pictures.

I have fallen into the "Blog about it, but don't get off your butt" category of folks. Maybe it is because complaining about or declaring it feels like taking some action. Perhaps it counts as recognizing the problem...the first step! They always say that admitting you have a problem is a BIG STEP. Too bad it doesn't get jack crap done.

I usually take a walk during my lunchbreak down to Starbucks. It's not just to get coffee, but to also get a chance to breathe real air and stretch my legs a bit. That and it really helps me wake up. There are days where I gotta fight to stay awake at this job. I'm not complaining or bragging about that. Mondays are the "OMG GET IT DONE NOW AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" *burst into flame* day. All the other days of the week are like this cosmic struggle to find somethng to do. I was graced by the Office Gods with busy work to accomplish this week, but I ended up doing most of it in one morning. Great to get it all done and it sure impressed the hell out of the rest of the staff...but now I'm absolutely dumbfounded by how board I am. There is nothing to do but sit here at my desk and wait for the phone to ring.

Makes the day drag on F-O-R-E-V-E-R.

Sometimes it makes me wonder what it would be like for me to have Chris's job. I almost went that route for a career, but didn't want to move to Arizona (or any other state) for school. Nope...I chose the Theater Degree. (insert pitiful moan here) It wouldn't be so bad if I was active in my road to theatrical euphoria...but I'm not. I did the starving artist thing for 6 years just to make it through college. I'm going to break from that for a little while and make/save some money. I still go for the local stuff when it's available (God, how I miss Kitsap County theater!), but nothing on the paid side of theater life. Don't really have the time or resources to audition with the Big Dogs yet. When the money is stable and both Chris and I can afford to devote the time, then I'll focus on it.

My main focus above and beyond all else right now is the WEDDING!
I still can't believe I'm getting married.

And who I'm getting married to!

Chris and I were buddies in high school. We never told each other we had a crush on the other. I'm still bitter as all get out that my parent's wouldn't let me go to the Weird Al concert with him 11 years ago. With proper therapy, I'm sure I'll heal...someday.In high school, Chris and I had Computer Service Repair together. He was one of 3 guys who took my presence in that class seriously. I only wish that my teacher, Mr Price, was among that number. Man, he was a dick. I can't even come up with an amusing insult for Mr Price. Anyhoo, Chris and I actually met in the theater department. I remember seeing his "Odd Couple" scene with Larry Berg (who ended up being the Eudipus to my Jocasta), but I do not remember actually having acting classes with him.

I did his makeup for "Anything Goes" where we all dubbed him Captain Stubing. This was the famed GREEN MAKEUP days. Chris went onstage and we (Heather, Trisha, and I: the makeup gals of SKHS) asked Emans (the bithiest woman alive) how his makeup looked.

She freaked."His face is too red! He's all blotchy! He needs to wear green makeup under the base to cut the red down. CHRIS! Go get your makeup done again!"

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?

GREEN makeup? Are you high? And you still want him to wear blush on top of it all? We couldn't just...oh, I don't know, NOT MAKE HIM WEAR BLUSH?Heather and I looked at each other with CONFUSED written all over our face. "Um, ok, sure thing. Whatever you say, Emans." we both managed to squeak out while trying not laugh, yell, or let on that we just thought this to be the stupidest thing we've ever been ordered to do.

So, we take Chris back into the makeup room and had a bitch fest. Emans was clearly wrong! Green, natural base, and STILL with blush? How twisted was this logic? We tried the green...it look like we beat the shit out of him. He looked bruised! We didn't even get to the base and blush. We said a collective "Fuck Emans" and put Chris onstage without the green...and no one was the wiser.

Eventually, Heather did make the green work and Chris had to green up for every performance of Anything Goes. But since our junior year...he hasn't had to wear any green makeup as part of the normal look for anything he's done onstage so far. But he will be pretty damn green when he dresses as King Trode for Sakura Con. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I have to tell Heather and Trisha about it! Oh there will be pictures!

I teased him during "Inspecting Carol"..."Larry should totally wear green makeup! You could tie it in with is character! He wears green makeup to protest the way frogs are systematically slaughtered for the sake of cuisine!" I got the most delicious glare form him!

Back to high school. Chris and I didn't hang out as much as we should have. I remember being very angry at the end of our senior year. Some regrets but mostly pissed that most of my friends were moving off to colleges rather than stay "home" and try the community college thing first. I was pretty sore at Trisha and Chris...although they didn't know it at the time.

5 years later, Trisha calls me when I was visiting my folks to tell me that Chris had moved back to Port Orchard with his WIFE and invited me to come with her to visit him. I got excited and sad at the same time. Damn. Another friend married off...and he was a cute one too. I had sat there and thought about how much I crushed on him and why I never made my move. Didn't get to know him better or date him. Oh well. I was on my way to see him again and that's all that mattered!

I remember him being reserved and kinda quiet during that visit. He and CC had the most comfiest apartment I'd ever seen with pillows everywhere. We sat, talked a bunch, and drank tea. I remembered thinking as I drove off with Trisha and Kevin "Damn...I still have a crush on him. I'm in a relationship and he's married. This sucks".I went back to Bellingham the next day and bought huge pillows for my apartment.

Chris and I lost contact again after that. I still kick myself for losing contact with LOTS of people since high school..and losing contact with Chris was a huge regret.

We met back up by sheer accident in October of 2007. That night could easily be described as one of the best days of my life. What happened that evening has changed my life. I gained the love of my life and "lost" my best friend. I was accepted into a community theater circle that I had longed for (since it didn't exist at Western), and discovered a lot about myself.

But the story of that night and the magical months to come is for another time.