Where is your cell phone? in my purse.

Your boyfriend/girlfriend husband/wife? biding his time

Your hair? not quite human

Where is your father? six feet under

Cheesecake? just a sliver

Your dream last night? don't quite remember

Your favorite drink? something with whiskey

Your dream car? I'm driving it

The room you're in? home sweet home

George Bush? daddy or junior?

Nipple rings? not my girls

Who did you hang out with last night? folks in swimsuits

What you're not good at? cleaning my house

Your best friend? Maggie the dog

Student loans? saved my ass

Where did you grow up? all around Maryland

The last thing you did? ate Chinese food

What are you wearing? pretty red dress

Tattoo on the lower back? really fucking hurt

Ketchup? good Republican vegetable

Your computer? weighs six pounds

Your life? I'm having fun

Your mood? controlled with meds

Missing? not a thing

What are you thinking about right now? going to bed

Your car? top goes down

Your summer? grand so far

Your relationship status? wouldn't say no

Your favorite color? all of them

When is the last time you laughed? at Sherri's party

Last time you cried? while watching "Wall-E"

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow? it's all good

High school? three different ones

mother_goosed

Originally uploaded by Frankenyutz

This weekend at Riverside Park and next weekend at Patterson Park!

This site, courtesy of seaya, presents a very succinct and thorough explanation of why I never had much interest in the comic book genre. I could never quite put it in words before, but here it is, really.



from the front page:



"These are superheroines who have been either depowered, raped, or cut up and stuck in the refrigerator. I know I missed a bunch. Some have been revived, even improved -- although the question remains as to why they were thrown in the wood chipper in the first place.



I know I missed a bunch -- I just don't know my comics deaths the way I should. I'm not editorializing -- I'm just curious to find out what you guys think it means, if anything.



The preceding letter was written and sent by me when I realized one day that most of my favorite female comics characters had met untimely and often icky ends. The history of the idea and this site are listed here, and the responses from various comics professionals are listed here.



An important point: This isn't about assessing blame about an individual story or the treatment of an individual character and it's certainly not about personal attacks on the creators who kindly shared their thoughts on this phenomenon. It's about the trend, its meaning and relevance, if any. Plus, it's just fun to talk about refrigerators with dead people in them. I don't know why."



Comic books are little boy worlds in which little boys fight each other with little boy weapons over little boy issues. As such, women have no place in this world, except as plot devices and tally marks. Beyond the sociocultural implications of that, which are considerable, I just simply cannot identify with this world. I don't live in it. I see it around me, but I'm not a part of it, and why would I seek solace in a fantasy world where I am as Other as the one I'm trying to escape in the first place?



Between the third act of Dr. Horrible and the summer of comic book movies, this subject has come to an interesting nexus. I'm certainty not about to dictate the propriety of how people choose to entertain themselves, but wouldn't it be swell if we demanded more from our cultural archetypes than two-dimensional, ham-fisted caricatures of power and possession?

beautiful moth, Towson parking garage

Originally uploaded by Frankenyutz

I saw this magnificent leaf moth in the parking garage this morning and wished I had a better camera to capture the intricate leaf detail on his wings. As much as moths give me the willies, this guy was pretty awesome.

I'm feeling uninspired



and brokedown



and ready for new adventures

Last night I watched mabjustmab fucking swallow a four-foot balloon







Like most things Mab does, it was fascinating and horrifying and awesome and I simply could not tear my eyes from the spectacle, even though I really wished I could.

I give up on Caligula. I've had it for three months now and after Peter O'Toole leaves the narrative, I completely lose interest. Exactly like Cleopatra after Rex Harrison was stabbed on the senate floor.



If I've learned anything, it's ...



* teevee series about life in Ancient Rome: campy fun with British actors

* big-budget epics about life in Ancient Rome: embarrassing mistakes in the careers of British actors



Caligula is simply not the kind of movie to watch while knitting away a lazy Sunday afternoon. If I ever get the bathroom finished, I will have a Caligula party. Come dressed as your favorite Solid Gold dancer.

My Attachment Style

Your result for The Attachment Style Test...

The Hermit

25% Anxiety Over Abandonment and 75% Avoidance Of Intimacy

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Today I spent 9 hours trapped in a car with a flatulent 13-year old. It was a toe-dip into Purgatory.



Of course, were it truly Purgatory, I wouldn't have to go to work tomorrow.



But, thank you Baby Jesus, I am finally home. The cats are fine. And nobody broke in.

My neighbor is thinking about buying a cat genie, and she wants to send her boyfriend over to see how mine is hooked up and how it works. She's been pretty adamant about it, actually.



I've been as polite as I know how to be, answering all her questions and directing her to the videos on the website, but the truth is I think her boyfriend is a creep and I don't want him anywhere near my house.



He seriously skeeves me out. When I see him in the 'hood, I cross the street so he can't pet my dog. It's that bad.



Ugh. I hate it when this kind of shit happens. I really like her, but I'm afraid she'd be very offended if I leveled with her and it's just not worth the risk. Especially because my distaste for the man comes in no small part from things she has told me about him during temporary break-ups. (For realz, you all, DO NOT TELL ME ICKY THINGS ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIPS. You may forget you said anything, but I am simply not able to. Ever. EVER.)



Am I being passive aggressive here? I really can't tell anymore.