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Hooray for Tuesday!

Today is a good day. 

For many reasons, really.  Number one: I’m going to a special screening of Iron Man 2 tonight!  Downey + Rourke + Cheadle + Sam Jackson = mega-swoon.  That’s a swoon of epic proportions, just for the first two alone.  That, and if the movie is even close to being as enjoyable as the first one, I will be a happy camper.  So I’ve got something to look forward to after work. 

Russell T. Davies and the good Doctor

We also have two fabulous “celebrity” birthdays to celebrate today.  First, let’s hear it for Russel T. Davies, writer and producer of the new Dr. Who series.  He’s done some brilliant work, brought some pure genius to the show, and made my life about 10x happier.  He’s also responsible for the darker Torchwood series, and Queer As Folk, which I haven’t quite gotten around to yet.

Ace Frehley, shock me!

Also having been birthed today is Ace Frehley, guitarist for one of my lifelong favorites, KISS.  Maybe not the smartest guy in the group, he does play a mean lick and has penned a few winners. (Cold Gin and Shock Me are still some of my favorite KISS songs.)  And I just learned, thanks to Wikipedia, that he was once in a street gang with Blackie Lawless called The Duckies. (Take it with a grain of salt, but it’s still rather amusing.)

Well I told you last night that I’d tell you about my wrestling guilty pleasure today.  I guess there’s not much to say really; it’s a bit strange being a female wrestling fan sometimes.  I personally don’t know any others, so any time there’s a get-together I’m usually the only chick within a ten-mile radius.  That being said, I can carry on an intelligent conversation and have a knack for predicting outcomes (I did win the betting pool at this year’s Wreslemania party).  And before you start, yes we all know that it’s fairly scripted.  The winner of the match is predetermined (usually), and the bullshit drama is often made up (and bloody terrible).  But so is your favorite soap opera.  And when’s the last time you saw Adam Chandler take a chair to the face?  You wish!  That’s what it boils down to, really: wrestling is a soap opera with real blood and more steroids.  And less attractive actors.  Or maybe that’s just me; I’ve never been one to go for the beefcake type, excepting once or twice. (see yesterday)   And that’s half of the strategy behind making picks for matches: you have to look beyond just ____ vs. ____ as individuals to see the greater story arc and how they fit into the big picture.  Unfortunately, my story-telling abilities sometimes get in the way and I make picks based on what I think would make a better stories rather than what I think the WWE thinks would make better stories.  It’s complicated business.  And that’s not to say that I only watch it for betting purposes, or that I’ve ever made any money off it.  It’s pure speculation. (Even the Wrestlemania pool I won was only $8.)

On that note, I did just get a bit of badass news that I’m happy to share with the likes of you all: Mick and I have decided to splurge this year, and when WWE Raw comes to the Erwin Center at the end of May, we’ll be watching from a suite.  Not just us, mind you, but a host of other friends as well.  I’m excited!  I’ve never had a box before, so this is a new fun thing for me.  Plus no irritating people around us, no signs blocking my view, no drunk guys being generally obnoxious.  Probably just me and the boys again, but that’s alright by me. 

I had some more stuff to tell you, but I’ve suddenly run out of time.  Tune in tomorrow for a product endorsement, my review of the new Mountain Dew flavors, and clarification for a reference I made to Jim Steinman in a tweet last Thursday.  Be excellent to each other, compadres.

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!

(right here)


Couldn’t help myself, sorry.  Came across that in my daily perusings of the Cheezburger Network and it made me happy.  Or happier, I should say, as I already have myself a pot of Gyokuro Kin and am rockin the ELO, which is a recipe for instant happiness, if you ask me.  Also on my list of delightful things for today, I ate lunch at a restaurant that serves nothing but grilled cheese sandwiches and soup.  Not just any grilled cheese sandwiches, mind you, fancy schmancy grilled cheese sandwiches!  I had a gruyere/havarti on rye with tomato basil soup, and it was amazing.  I hear they have a pretty rockin mac and cheese too, which I will have to try at a later date.  Because I will be going back, that is for damn sure.  If you’re in town, check it out: Chedd’s in The Triangle (at the intersection of Lamar and Guadalupe); I hear they’re a franchise too, so check their website to see if there’s one near you. 

And in case you’re wondering, yes we went to the gym last night and I had a blast.  Mick, on the other hand, doesn’t seem too sure about the whole thing yet.  But for me, it felt great to get back into the swing of things.  I’ve always enjoyed exercising and it definitely felt good to burn a little.  And, even better, it doesn’t look like I’m too far from where I left off!  At least on the machines, I’m using the same amount of weight I was three years ago without much strain.  Today I’m getting back on the freeweights, even though I’m sure my form has gone to shit and I’ll probably have to start with 5s and 10s.  Only complaint is the place was a bit crowded, but what do you expect at 5:30?  We’ll see if 4:00 does me any better today.

I did start reading A Game of Thrones yesterday while on the treadmill, but I only got about 10 pages into it.  So no news to report there, sorry.  I’m still working my way through Dune, though, and still really loving it despite having fallen asleep while reading the last two nights.  Not indicative of the novel, just of me being exhausted. 

I wasn’t planning on going anywhere serious with this blog today, but something’s been bugging me all day and I just feel like venting before it stews into anger.  I mentioned earlier that I’m a follower of Amanda Palmer on Twitter; I do this because I think she’s interesting, she’s intelligent, and she’s ballsy.  These are all things I admire in people and hope to cultivate in myself.  Now I don’t give two shits about the Golden Globes, but I did catch the photos of her and Neil on the red carpet and have read some rather snarky postings regarding her outfit and conduct.  I believe the word “famewhore” was tossed around.  And I wanted to grab and shake these commenters violently!  There is a difference between a famewhore attitude and a not-giving-a-fuck attitude.  It may be a blurry one, but it’s there.  And I can understand, in these days of realityTV and people being famous simply for being famous, that people are used to the famewhore celebrity thing and the bitches that sport it (Real Housewives? Jersey Shore?).  But (and permit me to speak about a person like I know them even though I really don’t) I gotta say that from everything I’ve read about the woman, mostly from her own mouth, Amanda Palmer does not strike me as a famewhore.  She is fucked up and weird in the best sorts of ways, talented, creative, and quite a lovely creature, and I think she should be appreciated for those qualities.  And what struck me as ironic is that the commenters and such that were crying “famewhore” also kept repeating the phrase “I’ve never heard of this person” and the like.  I guess what I’m getting at is this: I am so glad I’m not famous.  Because I could see myself getting into many similar situations and cast into a similar pool; I guess not giving a damn should preclude me from worrying about what’s written about me in blogs and on postings, but I think that it would irritate me just a little.  I’d probably act along the lines of Felicia Day in her stand against Vanity Fair: a mature, well-written response explaining my side of things and nicely telling you to fuck off with your ignorant self.  And I guess one of the things that really bugs me is that in both cases (Amanda and Felicia), the prime offenders were women!  And rather than being proud of an intelligent ballsy woman doing what she wants and defining her own happiness, they try to tear her down and belittle her accomplishments.  Can you explain that to me?  I’m not saying we should all lock arms and sing kumbaya and have a big estrogen-fest, but why not give some props to a girl who decides to be more than just a pretty face (even though she’s definitely got one of those too, and a pair of legs to boot)?  Is it ignorance?  Jealousy?  I just can’t understand it.  Whatever it is, I think I speak for a great many when I say “Amanda, I got your back.” 

(That’s when I throw down the microphone and do a Diamond Dave leap off my soapbox.)

Oh yeah, and if anyone has some first-hand (or close) knowledge of hoodoo and/or Hatian voodoo, I’m getting ready to kick off a new screenplay while the other one is lost in the quagmire of not-eve-pre-production.  Shoot me an email or something.  There just might be a pie in it for you!

Tea and Pertwee

I told you I’d be back today!  Well it’s true, I decided I’d go ahead and do one more post, if only to give the report on new teas and the Doctor Who I just watched.  Old Doctor Who!  I gotta say, I like it even more than I thought I would.  I started, logically, at the beginning and watched the unaired pilot episode, The Unearthly Child.  It was a pretty rough cut, but interesting in a way.  Next in line was Serial 68: Planet of the Daleks.  Obviously much farther into the series, it was remarkable to me that it seemed so familiar.  I can’t help but laugh with glee at the end of every episode just hearing the sounds and the theme song, because it’s the same one they still use in the show today.  I don’t know why that makes me so unbelievably happy, but it does.  Jon Pertwee is a fantastic doctor too, with some fabulous velvet suits that I’m quite jealous of.  I’m also jealous of the sountrack record that you could get at the time.  I want that record! 

So that began about three hours ago, and here we are now.  Mick has gone down south to watch a movie or two with some friends, but should be back pretty soon.  In the meantime, I’m also enjoying a delicious cup of a new tea, Turkish Delight.  It’s green and black teas with sunflower, rose, and jasmine flower.  The dry tea itself smells incredible, almost painfully sweet; the taste, however, is smooth and still fragrant without being sugary.  It’s delicious hot, but would probably make a wonderful iced tea as well.  It’s a great afternoon tea, I can attest to that, and still has a decent amount of caffiene thanks to the black tea in the mix.  I’ve only had one steeping so far, so I’m not sure how it will hold up to more; I have a feeling that the delicate taste of the flowers won’t stand up, which would be a shame. 

Aside from the Turkish Delight, I have four other new teas to try out this week!  I did pick up a bag of my favorite Gyokuro Kin, but also picked out Eastside Earl (an organic Earl Grey) and a 2009 Four Seasons Oolong.  And since the tea man thought I had such good taste, he gave me a sample of another green Sencha, Fukamushi Sencha Maki.  I’ll let you know about all of these as soon as I try them out.  Let’s experiement together!  And as I mentioned this morning, you can find all of these teas here in Austin at The Steeping Room in the Domain.  Tell them I sent you and get…well…probably some funny looks, but that’s ok.  It’s all part of my secret diabolical plan for world domination and free tea. 

Well I guess that’s all I had to say for now.  I’m debating what shall be done for dinner, and I’m always taking suggestions!  I hear there’s a new Torchys up north that I’m dying to try out, so maybe that’s in the cards for the evening.  Trust me, if it’s anything exciting you’ll hear about it!  Stay classy, San Diego!


And another good morning to you!  I’m quite proud of myself for sleeping all the way till 9:30 today.  I almost crawled out of bed at 7:30, but convinced myself to stay just a little longer.  Part of me wishes I would have got up, because the resulting dream was sort of unsettling in a way I don’t quite understand.  Based on my real life plans for today (tea shopping!), it involved

  • our kitchen sink exploding,
  • a friend from middle school stealing my car,
  • another friend’s GF leaving him on my account,
  • a tour of a museum and its secret heart research lab full of celebrities,
  • a puffy jacket given to me by Little Wayne,
  • on-campus horse races

I think there was more, but that’s all I remember.  All in two hours!  My brain is busy in the mornings.

But now I’m up, and back to burning Dr. Who DVDs.  Right now I happen to be doing the series that occured on my birthday!  I think that’s pretty neat.  Only like 8 more discs to go!

Well if you read Mick’s blog, you would have heard all about Stunt Rock.  If you didn’t read Mick’s blog, go do that now.  And then you’ll see why this might be the most perfect movie for me.  It has, in no particular order:

  • good looking stunt men
  • sweet classic cars
  • heavy metal
  • pyrotechnics
  • the most un-gay magic show ever
  • fluffy dogs

Yep, it’s pretty near perfect.  And Mick is right, there’s almost no plot whatsoever.  But what it does have is seamless inserts of dual-screen stunt feats (by leading man Grant and other famous stuntmen), a neat section of classic footage from “the zany 20’s”, a whole concert by Sorcery, and a wisecraking keyboardist who always wears a hood.  I said it was because he’s albino, but nobody else seemed to go for that idea.  I also made the claim that I’m going to own a Sorcery record, and soon.  While www.sorcerymusic.com has plenty of CDs and DVDs, it’s just not the same.  I need the vinyl.  I’m crazy like that.  Unfortunately the only thing I could find is the awesome-looking Stunt Rock soundtrack 2-disc LP…for $75 on ebay.  Sad panda.  And before you misunderstand me, it’s not that I wouldn’t pay that much for this record (I SO WOULD), but until we start getting a lot more sponsors or one of us sells a screenplay I just can’t afford it.  But you know, I do have a birthday coming up next month.  Just saying.

I also heard last night, as many of you may have, that Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer are getting married.  This is about as far as my celebrity rumor concern goes, just so you know.  I saw it on Twitter, and my first reaction was “yay, it’s about time! What a sweet couple!” because I remember when they first started dating.  Well, sort of.  I remember reading his tweets and blogs, then following her tweets just to keep up.  I’ve listened to these people’s conversations for over a year, seen their photos, read about their daily adventures…and yet, they still remain people I don’t know and have never met.  Which makes me feel a little strange, as if modern technology is making me a voyeur.  Social networking, much like other non-online forms of communication, has always made me feel a bit awkward.  Hell, I am a bit awkward, no way around that.  And yet, here I am posting a blog about how the internet makes my insides feel weird.  I am an enigma even unto myself.  I’ll chalk it up to the half of me that craves a life off the grid, solitary and reflective, with a mountain of books and a mountain of yarn.  I could totally be happy there.  But then again, there’s something about having your words recognized… 

Cast in this unlikely role, ill-equipped to act with insufficient tact

Well, as I said before, tea shopping today!  Heading over to my preferred and most-convenient purveyor, The Steeping Room, to indulge in a smorgasborg of teas and tea accessories.  It’s partly a trip of necessity, as I’m out of my Gyokuro Kin and Mick desires some Earl Grey, but who knows what treasures I’ll return with!  Be sure that you’ll be hearing about it later. 

I’ll leave you with that for now, pretties.  I’ll be back!

Evening all!

And what a lovely evening it is.  Today has been infinitely better than the last two days, and I’m hoping this positive trend will continue.  I went to the doctor today for a refill of my crazy pills; he seems to think that as long as I’m still doing ok, no thoughts of suicide or the like, that I can just keep on keepin on.  Which works for me.  Aside from costing me $15 a month, it’s not an inconvenience, and I don’t think it’s supressing me in any way.  I know a lot of people are all anti-medication and I can get that; meds for no reason are bad, I agree.  However!  Some people actually do need to be on meds.  Myself, for instance; let’s compare:

-Depressed, non-medicated Tara: alcoholic, drug addict, couldn’t hold down a job, unstable relationships, self-destructive
-Non-depressed, medicated Tara: steady job, loving husband, 2.5 years sober, friends and family, relatively healthy

A friend of mine has a daughter who is bipolar, which makes her batshit crazy.  There are medications she can take to help control her mood swings and depression and the like, but she refuses to take anything.  Therefore, she’s still batshit crazy, and because of it has lost custody of two of her three children, can’t get or hold a job, and has practically alienated her entire family.  That’s where the anti-medication argument breaks down for me. 

Well that was a little rant, now wasn’t it.  Sorry, didn’t mean to go angry places there.  I wanted to tell you about happy things.  Like, at this very moment, I am burning incense and DVDs.  Not like burning DVDs with fire, but you know what I mean.  And I guess I’m not really burning them anyways, but putting them onto Mick’s fancy little hard drive, WHD or WMD or something like that.  What DVDs, you may ask?  Oh, only FIFTEEN discs of old schoo Doctor Who!  Well, there’s some new stuff in there too, like the last three Christmas Specials, a few Children in Need specials, and some Doctor Who Confidential.  But this collection also contains things like the 1963 unaired pilot, tons of Dalek storylines, “The Five Doctors”, and much much more.  Definitely one of the best Christmas presents in recent memory.  Thanks to one of my awesome English buddies for getting me cool stuff that you can’t find in America.  Double-bonus awesome: he also sent over the TimeOut London with David Tennant on the cover!

Yeah, that one. 

If anyone ever questioned my level of ubergeekitude, you might want to rethink.

And furthermore, if you’d like to revel in ubergeekitude much like myself and are looking for a good read with which to do so, check out the book “Who’s Next: An Unofficial and Unauthorised Guide to Doctor Who”.  Authors Mark Clapham, Eddie Robson, and Jim Smith go through each series and hash out the good, the bad, the strange, and the miniscule.  They use categories like Notable Cast, Other Worlds, The Plan, Scary Monsters, Science/Magic, and Things Fall Apart to tell you what the story is about in the terms of a viewer, not a studio exec or a pitch writer.  They also helpfully include an Availability section for each, which if you’re outside of Britain can be pretty depressing.  And of course, they share their own Verdict on each story, sometimes praiseworthy, usually snarky, but from the POV of a true geek.  I picked up this fun little reference at a Half Price Books a while back and have been using it as a bathroom book.  And now I have many of these stories to watch for myself!  So if you’re a total Whovophile (I just made that up) and like to know everything there is to know, or at least be able to look it up quick, this is a neat thing to have.  And there’s my free sponsorship of the day.  Woohoo free!

OBLIGATORY BEGGING SECTION: Mick and I still have plenty of spots open for advertisers and daily sponsors, but it’s only getting more costly!  So don’t delay!  You can still get a spot for under $20, and that’s cheap as hell for someone to rave about your product for all the world to see.  Can’t beat that with a stick!  We’ll rave about your business, your art, your pets, or even just how awesome you are (cuz you know you are!). 

Ok, begging over.  I think now, whilst I continue to burn things, I’ll be going back to a bit of knitting.  More dishcloths to make, more pictures to take, new things to post on Etsy, blah blah blah.  I’ll leave you with that for the evening.  Take care, little ones!

this is the end

It seems today is a day for endings. 

The first thing I did this morning is put on a brave face and sit down to watch “The End of Time”, the final two episodes of the tenth Doctor.  Part of the reason I did it first thing in the morning was in hopes that I could finish it before Mick woke up and he wouldn’t see me bawling my eyes out.  Of course it didn’t work, he got up and I couldn’t help but cry anyways.  I must say, the episodes were very well done and it made a fantastic ending.  The layers upon layers of betrayals, the “knock four times” misdirections…it makes me antsy and happy and sad all at the same time still.  And of course it’s always fun to see him go back and check up on past companions.  Martha and Mickey (squee!), Jack and Alonso (double squee!), what a way to wrap it all up. 

Also ending today: The Pink Death.  It has been completed, and not a moment too soon.  I’m actually pretty pleased with the way it turned out, and hopefully it will look even better when it’s on an actual person.  Here’s a pic of Mick as my stand-in model:

Not his happiest face, and the thing is a size or two too big for him, but you get the idea. 

So where do we go from here?

Well, there’s a new Doctor, all raring to go.  I have my apprehensions.  He is very…young, I guess.  He wears a bowtie, which is always a detractor in my book.  But he does have a bit of a sense of humor, as much as we can tell so far. (“STILL not ginger!”)  I’m willing to give him a chance.  And now I have to decide on my next project.  Something small, perhaps, a hat or a few scarves.  In reality I should probably do some cleaning around the house, picking up and folding laundry and the like.  But dammit, it’s Sunday and I don’t feel like it.  I’d rather bake a cake.  Or some cookies.  Mmmmmm cookies. 

I don’t have much else to say today.  It’s a boring, relaxing day, and I’m going to get back to it.  You’ll hear more tomorrow!

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