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It’s morning again.

Holy balls.  I need to make myself a blog alarm or something to keep me from forgetting to write.  Some days there’s just too much going on, and you know how easily distracted I am.  Like yesterday, yesterday was filled with all sorts of little distractions.  We woke up early to go to a brunch screening of COP OUT.  I do these things for my husband because I love him and want him to be happy.  And for his sake, I really wanted it to be better than it looked.  I really did.  Unfortunately…well, yeah.  Terrible.  The script was absolutely atrocious, the characters were flat, the plot was predictable.  The bad guys were stereotypical to a non-sensical degree.  (A Mexican gang boss doing bloody business in a Catholic church?  Gaaaaaah.)  Tracy Morgan is funny in that way that Tracy Morgan always is, but it seemed like the whole time there was someone sitting behind me (Kevin Smith maybe?) screaming OMG LOOK HOW FUNNY HE IS! LAUGH, DAMN YOU, HE’S FUNNY! IT’S A FUNNY MOVIE!  But it wasn’t, really.  I got a few chuckles.  A grin on occasion.  Oh, and did I mention it has the same soundtrack as every other crappy action/cop movie in the last 20 years????  “Hey, they’re latinos, let’s play some Cypress Hill in this scene!  And for the cops, how about Black Betty?  That’s edgy!”  The only thing missing was the Beverly Hills Cop song, and I think I would have just left at that point. 

But hey, the french toast was awesome.  That’s really all this movie was: an excuse to eat Alamo Drafthouse Creme Brulee French Toast.   

Luckily the day did improve, as my 7-day quest to find a store that carried my particular brand of moisturizer was ended thanks to the glory of Target (where I managed to get the last bottle, and the industrial size at that).  Finished up a few knitting projects, started a few more, working my way through that.  And after everything, dinner at Johnny T’s.  Have you still not been there?  And you call yourself a Texan? (Well, maybe you don’t.  And that’s okay, I guess.)  You’re missing out, friends.  Last night I ventured outside of my comfortable pork and sausage zone and had some smoked chicken.  DELISH.  Even the white meat was moist and flavorful, not dry and bland.  Another wonderful meal.  And in our quest for dessert, we ended up going out for fondue, which was also a good choice and a nice quiet way to end the evening. 

So overall, the day gets an 8 despite its rocky beginnings. 

Today is relatively unexciting, as Sundays should be on occasion.  My list of duties includes laundry and a few home-cooked meals.  But first, coffee.  Don’t work too hard kiddos.

Yo! And good afternoon to you cats as well. It’s another rainy dreary day here in Austin, which means I am royally screwed in the allergy department.  I snuck out of work about 45 minutes early today and forced myself to nap for an hour or two.  I don’t feel much better, but I don’t have a fever so hopefully it will pass when the rain lets up tomorrow. 

I did, however, hear a neat song on the radio on my way home from work.  Thank you KOOP for playing a funky new version of “In the Flesh” (you know, from The Wall) by Fol Chen.  I heard it right as I was pulling into the driveway and sat and listened to the whole thing before going inside.  It’s not even that the song was amazing or brilliantly redone, I just couldn’t remember the last time I had heard it.  And what surprised me the most is I found myself singing along to words I thought I’d forgotten years ago.  I guess they might be hard-coded into my brain by now.  I blame my 13th summer. (I’m estimating here, because I’m not sure how old I was and the amount of time I wasted meant there couldn’t have been school at the time.)  We had just moved to a new city, 3 hours away from everyone I’d known my whole life.  I didn’t fit in, didn’t have many friends at first, it was just me and Spud (that’s my brother, btw).  And my dad bought us a computer game: Star Wars: Dark Forces.  It’s a pretty standard first person shooter, at least for the time it was out, and Spud was savvy enough even at 11 to dig up cheat codes for us.  I would put that thing on invincibility mode and play for hours and hours and hours, the whole time listening to The Wall in the background.  Over and over and over.  I’d play through the entire game in one sitting, then do it again the next day.  So somewhere rattling around in the depths of my brain is every note and every word to The Wall, etched into a lobe like graffiti on a bathroom stall.  And, on days like today when I hear something that brings it all back, I don’t even have to think about it.  My mouth says the words almost involuntarily without my brain even being involved.  It’s a strange feeling when I’m aware of it, even stranger when I’m not.  Sometimes I talk without realizing I’m talking at all, and if you asked me what I just said I’d tell you I didn’t say anything.  But that’s another story for another time.  I also have a twitch, but that’s not important. 

I’m not sure what was important about that little diatribe.  I guess it says something that my formative years were filled with sci-fi and psychedelic rock, seeing that my later years are too.  And then I married a man who also cherished these things, who also happened to be my absolute soul mate.  So I guess not fitting in at 13 gave me the awesome life I have now.  There’s probably some after-school special moral to the story, but I’ll skip that and just say this: you gotta play the hand you’re dealt, because you never know what you’ll land on the turn.  Maybe you’ll get lucky on the flop, who knows. 

Or maybe you’re fucked, it’s not my call.  I don’t know everything.  I just write shit on the internet. 

And here’s a sponsor for ya today: you know how when you’re sick you get that horrible dry nose thing going on, where it hurts to touch it with even those really expensive tissues with the lotion and the aloe and various oozes?  Best cure ever: Burt’s Bees Lemon Butter Cuticle Cream.  It’s normally formulated for, well, cuticles, but it works great on skin all over.  It’s not greasy and slimy like vasoline, and it’s all-natural and non-toxic so it’s okay if you accidentally eat a little.  And it smells awesome.  It works great for chapped lips too!   Plus it’s inexpensive and you can find it at most drug stores.  Sometimes if your skin is really bad it might sting a little at first, but it’s totally worth it. 

And with that, I think I’m going to force some food into me.  Maybe my favorite sick meal of eggs and toast, or maybe just a cup of applesauce.  Not sure how I’m feeling just yet.  Hopefully I’ll be better and raring to go tomorrow, just in time for THE HOLY DEUCE at the Alamo Drafthouse this weekend! See y’all there!

Hey there kiddos, happy Saturday! Sorry for not posting yesterday, it was a hell of a day; leaving the house at 6:30am, working, going straight down to the Ritz after work, and by the time we got home I was just so worn out I went straight to bed. It’s not that I don’t love you, I do, but a girl’s gotta sleep sometime. And trust me, when I don’t get my sleep I get c-r-a-n-k-y. Just ask my husband.

But if ever anyone had a good excuse for being out all night, it’s us: we went and saw My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done.  Have you heard of this film?  Before I even saw it, I already knew it was a dream come true.  A-directed by Werner Herzog, B-produced by David Lynch.  If that doesn’t make you go all squirmy inside, well then…I don’t know but there’s something wrong.  And boy howdy, it was everything I wanted.  Plus ostriches.  To completely oversimplify things, it’s a police procedural quasi-mystery about a man suspected of murder and the detectives who are trying to talk him out of his house where he’s barricaded himself.  You’ve got the friends and family who provide clues to the detective, and the flashbacks of the events leading up to the murder, and the young overambitious cop who has “watched too much tv”.  But it’s Lynch and Herzog.  So it’s mad twisted in the most wonderful ways.  And Willem Dafoe, who is top notch in my book.  And I don’t know if he was intentionally doing a David Lynch impression the whole time, but I just couldn’t help feeling like there was some mad channeling going on.  He even had the hair!  I think Mick is working on a proper review, but in the meantime you can read his thoughs on his blog.  And, by god, go see the movie!  Doooo eeeeeet!

Aside from that, we spent the afternoon today having some lunch with my brother and his friends Travis and Laura, who are cool cats, then taking the Naj for a haircut.  An afternoon in Georgetown not ill spent.  Tonight we have tickets to see Todd Snider at the UT Union Ballroom, which excites me greatly.  The last time we went to see Todd Snider, I ended up getting a migraine and sitting in the truck for the whole show.  Less than enjoyable.  So tonight should be infinitely better, I’m predicting a great show and will stand for nothing less!  You hear that, Todd?  Better bring your A-Game! 

And in the short time before we head off for that, I’m making tea cozies!  I have another craft fair coming up in March, so it’s time to start stocking up on merch.  This time I’m focusing more on household items, since knitted wearables are not so popular for the Texas spring and summer.  It’s tea cozies and dishcloths, maybe some pillows, lace berets, those sorts of things.  That means Big Green is temporarily on hold, but I’ll probably futz with it from time to time.  That’s also why I haven’t updated my Etsy page with some of my newest projects…don’t want to sell out and have nothing to take to the fair with me come March.  So maybe you’ll just have to come out to Hamilton to check out my new stuff!  Bwahaha.

Plus, while knitting my half-a-cozy this morning, I put on some more of the old Doctor Who I’ve been hoarding.  Today’s first selection was “The Sontaran Experiment”, a quick two-parter starring the great Tom Baker.  It surely wasn’t the best I’ve ever seen, watchable but not so much engaging.  Production values were…well, slim, even for an older show; the Sontaran looked extra rubbery, a few of the “scary” parts were just sort of laughable.  So not a great series, but it was alright.  It went quick, so I forged ahead to “Genesis of the Daleks”, which is much more interesting.  I haven’t finished it yet, but the first three episodes are fun.  There’s primitive Daleks and the introduction of Davros, Sarah Jane’s got a fabulous sweater and a knit hat I’m going to copy.  I’ll let you know how it turns out when I finish it tomorrow.  The episodes, probably not the hat.  Although…

Ok, enough of my blathering.  More knitting!  And here’s some links!

And good afternoon to you!  I figure I need to do today’s writing now, since I won’t get another chance until 10 or so tonight.  10:00, however, is my official Simpsons-and-bed time, and I get unreasonably cranky if I don’t get my evening rituals done.  Less so if it’s my own fault or if it’s for a good reason, but if it’s the fault of Major League Baseball or a 4-hour American Idol finale, GOD HELP YOU.  Luckily I have the most wonderful husband who is now accustomed to my eccentricities and is willing to work around them.  Did I mention he used to work in public mental health?  Probably comes in handy when you’re married to a crazy person

I am a loud man with a very large hat.  This means I am in charge.

Was that random?  Sorry.  My train of thought goes places sometimes and I forget that I left a whole crowd of people back on the platform 4 stops ago.  I bet if you clicked that link up there you would have been with me.  See what happens when you don’t click links?  Somewhere a bully kicks a puppy, and you miss all the fun jokes. 

Well, since the most exciting part of my day is yet to come, I don’t really have a lot for you at the moment.  Everything seems to pale in comparison to the glory that is ridiculous Japanese TV.  If you haven’t read Mick’s latest posts, you should go do that.  Or some of the Sundance blogs, I’m sure they have things to say. (Is it wrong that I just don’t really care about Sundance this year?  I’m having difficulty getting excited about movies lately, aside from insane animation and Werner Herzog.)  Tomorrow I will regale you with tales of oriental awesomeness and most likely steak fingers.

Everybody Panic!

Howdy y’all!

Sorry, forgive my Texas twang there.  The movie Reign of Fire is on the tv right now…maybe it’s just me, but Matthew McConaughey doesn’t make a very convincing post-apocalyptic dragon slayer.  And he kind of looks like  an evil Jamie Hyneman.

that looks like one badass myth!

(Honestly, if there really were evil dragons bringing about the apocalypse, I’d bet that Jamie could find a way to bring them down.  With Adam’s help, of course.  Science FTW!)

I’m not actually watching the movie, it just happened to be what the tv turned on to, but I did go out and see a movie today.  Finally, Mick and I got to see A Town Called Panic!  We missed it at FantasticFest because it was up against something else that we really wanted to see, and luckily Tim brought it back to the Alamo Drafthouse for a good run of its own.  And I will say this: it might be the most fun movie I’ve seen in 2010.  It’s a perfect Sunday afternoon matinee, especially when paired with creme brulee french toast.  It’s frantic and funny and clever and cute and downright laughable.  And while it is mostly appropriate for kids (there were quite a few in the audience today), it’s not your typical Disney/Dreamworks/Nickelodeon-type kids movie.  There’s not much in the way of character development, and there’s no big moral lesson to be learned…unless you count “don’t steal other people’s walls”.  Oh, and it’s all in French.  I love it, I had a blast through the whole thing, laughed my ass off too.  So go out and find this film, it’s guaranteed not to disappoint.  I’m confident. 

Besides that and a horrendous late-afternoon trip to the grocery store, it’s been a slow day.  Mick was sort of in the dumps, so I grilled up some ribeyes for dinner and threw together a delicious Red White and Blue cake.  It’s one of those white-trash-patriotic-holiday-bbq desserts that is actually damn delicious.  Hey, even someone with a wide range of culinary expertise can do things the trashy way sometimes!  I’ll even tell you how to make it too!

  • Get some angel food cake (store-bought, homemade, Betty Crocker, it doesn’t matter much); cut the cake into bite-size squares
  • Get a big bowl or 9×13 pan and line the bottom with the cake
  • Cut up some strawberries and sprinkle them generously on top of the cake; add some blueberries too
  • Cover the whole thing with Cool Whip
  • If you’re using a big bowl, you can layer it like a parfait.

See, super simple and quick, and really tasty.  And low fat! (not low-cal or low-sugar, but hey, we can’t win ‘em all.)  Plus it will stay good in the fridge for like a week.  I plan on having some here in a little bit while Mick and I watch some cartoons. 

We’ve recorded quite a few episodes of a new TV show, Archer; from what I can tell, it’s a James Bond sort of story, except done by the guys responsible for Frisky Dingo and starring H. John Benjamin.  **ASIDE: Ok, someone tell me why when I google H John Benjamin, the first image that comes up is a picture of Ben Browder?  Anybody?**  Both of those things make it highly promising in my book, so I’m interested to see what it’s all about.  I’ll let you know how it goes. 

On the agenda tomorrow, we’re going to hit up the 2010 edition of SUPER HAPPY FUN MONKEY BASH!  This is one of my favorite Alamo Drafthouse events of the whole year.  It’s basically just 90 minutes of the strangest, most hilarious Japanese TV clips available.  Brilliant, weird, wonderful stuff.  Gems like a huge fat chick wrestling a tiny geeky dude in a ring filled with spaghetti.  Or broadcast news presented by a chimp and a camel.  Or a famous actor having his house completely trashed by a group of friends with creme pies.  Not to mention a handful of the brilliantly ludicrous commercials starring big-name American actors. 

(Ok, I just got sucked into this crappy movie for a second…the dragons drool?  That strikes me as odd.  Dragons shouldn’t drool.  I don’t know why, they just shouldn’t.)

Anywho, I’m gonna get on with our Archer marathon before it gets late and I get tired.  Enjoy the rest of your Sunday!

(Insert clever title here)

And what a looooovely morning!

Every time I say that I hope that Gene Kelley will show up at the door and want to do a dance.  But knowing my luck, it wouldn’t be Gene Kelley a la Singing In The Rain reincarnation but some Monkey’s Paw type shit.  Even still, Zombie Gene Kelley would probably be pretty sweet too…Think I could get him to do Thriller??  Somebody CGI that shit for me. 

Aaaanywho I did promise you I’d tell you about Book of Eli.  I was gonna write a whole review and be all thorough, but then I read Devin’s review on CHUD and it looks like he said pretty much everything that I was gonna say anyways.  So here’s a link to his article which you should read and take to heart.  A few things I’d have to disagree on, like the existence of Mila Kunis in the whole thing.  She was actually a lot better than I expected (I had some pretty low expectations), and I think her relative cleanliness can be chalked up to her being the charge of the richest man in town.  That’s how I saw it, anyways.  There was one little tiny bit of the film that, for some reason, threw me off in an unexpected way; without giving too much away, I’ll say that I think it was the first time we actually find out the character’s name, Eli, and it’s a tiny fleeting thing but for some reason it made me very sad.  Like deep in my soul sad.  I’m not sure if it was a sort of “hero from humble roots” thing, or a “missing civilization” thing, but it made me feel sort of empty.  I can’t explain it well, I’m sorry.   Anyway, let’s move on before I get too depressed.

Also in the newsosphere, I read a rumor today that Jason Momoa is on the short list for the title role in the new Conan the Barbarian movie.  You may not be aware of my almost-embarrassing love for the Conan, and have probably heard about my insane love of the Stargate franchise, so the two of those together would be a gigantic geekgasm for me.  But, as the article clearly states, it’s just a rumor.  Or the basis for some fucked up crossover fanfic!

(As much as I adore the idea, I could never be a fanfic writer.  I can’t even read the stuff.  I think that unexplored relationships are more fun when they stay unexplored.  Nothing against the writers and readers of said fanfic, but I don’t think they can make the payoff beat the tension that I’ve managed to build up in my own head.  Sorry.)

And in my haste yesterday I forgot that I had meant to give a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Johnny T (of Johnny T’s Round Rock BBQ), who celebrated his birth yesterday.  And thank god for that birth, else the world would be much less flavorful, and I wouldn’t know the true joy of sweet potato fries.  He’s a fabulous chef and a fabulous BIL and all around nice guy.  Go eat at his restaurant, it will make your soul happy. 

Well kiddos, it’s Friday afternoon and I’ve got about a thousand things to do before I can leave work, so I must be on my way.  Y’all don’t work too hard, and look for more adventures from Mick and Tara over the weekend.  A little rain won’t hold me down!

checking in

Hey there!  I regret to inform you that this post will be short and sweet, as it’s getting on the later side and my cheery ass has to be up early in the morning.  Working and all that, you know how it goes.  I did just get home, however, from seeing The Book of Eli.  I won’t go into it now, but I will say that I have a feeling this movie is going to draw some very polar reactions.  I’ve seen it happening already.  Tune in next time to hear my side of the story!  Same bat time, same bat channel.


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