Something Exciting This Way Comes

Advance warning, it's ten times more exciting to me than it will be to anyone else, but I'm thrilled so you guys all get to deal with it.

But first. Back when I first started this wee little blog, last March, I entered a virgin post. It sucked. It still sucks. Here's what I had to say:

So basically, I've never done this before. I'm clicking around and not really sure what I'm doing. I guess one of these days I'll figure it all out and be brave enough to show my friends my cool new space. Until then... random anonymity is good. Anybody really familiar with this who feels like sharing their knowledge?

Fascinating. I know. But thanks to Jack and Deb I now have my own- for the reals- place to spout off. Come check me out and witness my attempt at a born-again virgin post. I'm over here!

And just to add, I will be customizing it and adding things and making it more me as time goes by. I'm still learning Wordpress so it will take some time, just be patient. And for now, no word verification. We'll see how that goes.

Pissed Off

I'm so fucking pissed off, you don't even know. Some asshole is running around posting the link to "The American War Of Shame."

What is it exactly? A whole bunch of pictures of aborted fucking fetuses. Guess what, fucker, I don't want to see that shit.

What if some poor woman who had just miscarried clicked on your link? How do you think she'd feel? I have no issues with people who are pro-life. That's your choice. I'm pro-life, too. But I'm also pro-choice. And yes, I think you can have it both ways. I don't think that abortion is a black and white issue.

There are better ways to get your point across, asshole. Get a life and stay the fuck away from my blog.

Oh, The Stupidity!

I like to think of myself as a smart person. Relatively so, of course, but smart nonetheless. Unfortunately some days my brain revolts and sets out to prove me wrong. Witness, some of the stupid things I've done and said in recent memory.

(1) I was at a football game in high school and I turned to my best friend Jacquee and said, "How many quar- never mind." Yes folks, I was about to ask how many quarters were in a football game. At least I didn't finish the question.

(2) A couple of months ago, I needed to grab something from the top of the hutch in my dining room. I moved a chair over, stood up on top of it and was promptly whacked in the head. Note to self. When standing up on a chair, make sure there's no CEILING FAN turned on above you. Yup, I'm THAT smart.

(3) Another head injury was caused when I was trying to grab something off of the top of the kitchen cupboards. Remembering my recent incident with the chair, I decided to forego that and just climb up on the counter. I should have gone with the chair. Yup, smoked my head on the hood vent on the oven. It left a lovely bruise.

(4) Another high school memory occurred when I'd had my drivers license for about a year and was driving myself and my friend to the homecoming game. My car was an old VW Beetle and took forever to defrost. Since we were running late, I rubbed out a little circle and off we went. We didn't make it very far before I went up on the curb. Here's where I get really smart. Normally, when one drives up on a curb, one turns the other way and gets off of the curb. I panicked. And kept going. Straight into a telephone pole. Fortunately the car wasn't damaged too badly and telephone pole was resilient and escaped without harm.

Okay, I know that I've done worse and many more stupid things, but I'm drawing a blank right now so I'll leave it at that. What have you guys done?

Suckin' It Up & Sucking Up

So I've really been slacking on the blog thing! I've been going through all my old posts and trying to save them and archive them onto disk so if, god forbid, anything happens to blogger or if I decide to finally get my own domain and hosting (thinking about it!), that I can move everything with a minimum of fuss.

In the process, I rediscovered a lot of old comments and people that I miss. Man, I got boring and everybody left! Some of my old posts were fun! And I know some people don't comment anymore because of word verification, but, screw you too. I don't like to delete spam. I'll deal without the comments then, thanks. I am genuinely hurt by that, by the way, but it won't stop me from liking you guys and visiting your sites.

Anyway. I'm very grateful for all the people who've shown me how incredibly kind strangers can be. I was especially stunned when I really realized how many people take the time to let me know how much they care when I post my depressing posts. Which happens more often than I realized. I noticed it happening especially back in August when I was upset about losing my mother. I apologize for being a depressing little twit sometimes and again, am eternally grateful, for the way you all just accept me as I am. Sniff. Sniff.

So take the time to comment and say hey if you're still here and reading and just aren't saying much because I've gotten boring. I know I've removed some links, but I still visit a lot of them- my links list was just getting too long. I might make it long again, we'll have to see.

As I was saying, take a minute and say hello. Let me know you're out there and that you're reading. Much love to all of you. Let me say thanks to each of you.

Random Stuff

Still running on empty, so here's some random stuff. It's snowing here for the first time this year. Here's the view from outside my patio right now.

I scanned in a bunch of scrapbook pages tonight to post in the Blog Advance forums, and I thought I'd share my favorite with you guys.



You can see the rest of the pages over at my Flickr account.

The Marilyn puzzle I was working on months ago still isn't done. That's what happens when you work on it in spurts, I guess. I'm hoping to have it done by Christmas.

Speaking of Christmas, the nutjobs in my apartment complex decided to decorate the lobby. Can we say overkill? It looks like somebody puked up Christmas down there. I'll take pictures tomorrow so y'all can see the hideousness that is over-decorating for the holidays.

And that folks, just about wraps up all that I have to say.

So About Gwen...

It was amazing. Both nights. Sunday night was the first night I saw her and both Cassidy and I were unbelievably excited.

See? I'm so excited I can't even take a good picture. Actually, we did have good pictures, but one came out blurry and the other one was eaten by the camera.

We took a ton of pictures on Sunday night and... none of them came out. Maybe a few did, but I haven't seen them yet. I've seen lots of bad ones. About 100 of them, actually. So no pics from Sunday. But let me tell you that the show was INCREDIBLE.

Gwen came up on a throne and changed costumes for pretty much every other song. She had her Harajuku girls, of course, and had break dancers and lights and video screens and ohmygod it was so great.

So Monday night, I'm trying to keep my damn mouth shut and not spill everything to Meghann. Megs and I get all ready to go, we planned to leave at 4:30 to make the drive down to Seattle. We finish up and at 4:28 go to reach for the tickets and... they're gone. We freak out. Did they got lost when we were roaming the mall earlier? We didn't think we'd taken them with us, but... did we? We look everywhere. Behind the desk twice each, underneath stuff, in all of our pockets, all over the freaking place. Even in the kitchen cupboards. And the freezer. We looked EVERYWHERE.

It was about 5:30 and Meghann was almost in tears. I was panicky, but trying not to show it. We go down to look in the truck for the third time and still can't find them. We get back up to the apartment and pull out the desk. There they are. Phew! Seriously, we looked behind the desk twice each, but they were lying so that you couldn't see them until we pulled out the desk and they shifted into view. Bastards.

So off we went, an hour later, and make our way there. We walked in a few songs into the opening bands set and sat bopping our heads to MIA. MIA was neat to watch, they had good beats and amazing energy, but unfortunately you couldn't really hear a damn thing they were saying. They finish up and we start the LOOOOONG wait while they take down MIA stuff and set up GWEN.



There's us waiting. You can't see the people behind us, but I'll tell you that they were bitches anyway. We'll get to that. We're so excited! And then the lights dim and the bottom part of the stage lights up.


The music starts and the curtain rises. Everybody is cheering and going nuts, including Meghann and I. Gwen comes up on a throne, surrounded by Harajuku girls. She looks AMAZING.



When she started playing What Are You Waiting For, the screaming got louder, including my own because it's my favorite song.



Gwen's second costume change was into her 50's style bathing suit. She looked so much like Marilyn, I thought I was going to die. Gwen is freaking hot.




Singing Crash was probably one of my favorites of the concert. She had all the boys singing "Back it up, back it up," and all the girls responding with, "You got it, you got it," and I haven't been able to get it out of my head since. I was dancing like crazy to the song. And Gwen looked so cute in her racing outfit.



She sat down for a bit, I would imagine to catch her breath, when she started singing Long Way To Go. The screen in the background was images of interracial couples and it was very moving.



Serious was another great song. She came out on a stretcher with all of her Harajuku girls dressed up like nurses.







The encore was Hollaback Girl, but we didn't get any pictures of it for a couple of reasons. One was because we were simply too enthralled. Another was because Megs was crying. And the third reason was because we were so damn jealous. Gwen pulled the first two rows of girls up onto the stage with her at the end of her set and gave them all hugs and sang with them. Megs and I were going to try and bribe the security guards with makeout sessions, but they were all older women. Phooey. And of course, when I saw her with Cassidy the night before we hadn't known that was going to happen.



That's Megs and I in front of her tour bus. We were going to try and stalk her and catch her going to her bus, but it was freezing ass cold and she probably wouldn't have appreciated it too much, so we took off and went to the casino where we gambled all of our remaining money away. I had a blast.

It's hard to say which concert was better. The first night was fantastic because it was all new and we were a smidge closer, but the seats the second night were better because we weren't on the floor, but we were in row 7 so we had a perfect view of everything.

The only crappy part of the second night was the lame-ass people behind us. We were standing up and dancing and halfway through they asked us to sit down so they could see. We were nice and sat down. Until we realized that it was absolutely no fun not being able to rock out and dance around, so two songs later we were back up and we ignored them for the rest of the show. If they wanted to see that bad, they could have stood their asses up. It's not our fault they were lazy. People all around them, not just us, were standing up and grooving. Whateva.

So I had a blast. And if you get the chance to catch her on tour, I highly recommend it. I've been to a LOT of concerts and she is probably the best one I've been to. Top notch.

I've Got Nothin'

I'm bored. I'm not writing as much as I should be. I have plenty of material, not enough motivation. Why? You'd think my life's passion would be motivation enough. Apparently not.

I'm just... cranky. A lot lately. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm like 10,000 words behind. On a good note, I've written more on this piece of crap book than I have on any other book.

Canucks lost the other night. Boooo. They play again tomorrow.

See? This is all that I've got. Gwen Stefani is Sunday! And Monday!

I got my Matt Good pictures developed today and a decent amount of them were good. I'll see if I can't post them soon. If I get motivated. Again with the motivation.

And yeah, join Blog Advance. 'Cause I'd really like you a lot if you did.