I know I closed off this blog two years ago, but I got a few complaints from readers who still come in for the old stuff. The complaints were about one of the webrings I was part of taking control of the page and redirecting readers.
So, I tossed the webring. Everything should be fine now.
So what's been happening in the last while? If you've not been keeping up then you've missed a ton.
Currently - I'm doing a movie challenge, one movie a day for a year. You can read about all that here
I'm still doing wrestling reviews/commentary. I should say, I've returned to it. The way it's being done is in two degrees. TNA is mostly being covered on my personal blog while the WWE stuff is mostly hanging out on my "new" wrestling blog though some of the TNA stuff gets posted on that wrestling blog too, not much.
There are a few other blogs I am working on. But then again, I'm addicted.
On a personal level, I am currently recovering from massive knee surgery. So not fun.
Let's start from the beginning. and I am so going to get my ass kicked from my sister on this but who the freal cares Eh?
Picture it.... 1997, and I'm stranded on my mother's sofa with a broken leg for 8 months. This was round one of surgery on my ankles. Anyway, my sister, who is 8 years younger then I am, was going through some personal dren at that time. This was also the time the Backstreet Boys released their first cd in Canada and France. Ninja became obsessed with the BSB. (that would be me getting my ass kicked right about now)
Now, I was a die hard metal head so any kind of fluffy pop music made me want to vomit. And I held on to that idea for a very long time. Well, one night there's me trapped in the living room and my sister stretched out infront of the tv watching Backstreet Boys. I found myself humming along. I became hooked. I admit it, fell head over crutches for Kevin of the Backstreet Boys, which worked out nicely as all my sister's friends seemed to have a thing for the other members and their little group was Kevin-fan-less.
It became the one thing other then Wicca that my sister and I bonded over at that time in life.
Well, she's long since dropped both, but I have not.
I have been reading Eat Pray Love this past week, finding myself wanting to listen to songs from about a decade ago which fits in the timeframe of the book. And went on a mad search for one video by Nick Carter, "Do I Have To Cry For You" which is one of my all time favourite slow songs. Yes I'm a total weeping puppy when it comes to romantic mushy stuff. So here's me searching the internet cause I want to watch this video from 2002, and I keep getting "Sony Music has removed that video as it is no longer available in your Country".
Um what? Pardon me? What do you mean I cant' watch it? It's a music video. It took some finding, but I did find one on the official Sony Music youtube. I love this song it's so sappy. I love this video cause the acting is so bad. And well it's Nick.
I just watched this documentary on iTunes. Now, you've heard me say before that I am a documentary freak. Been known to rent dvds of movies I've had for years on vhs just for the commentary. (best rock-doc I have ever seen was Metal: A Headbanger's Journey )
This film Love in India left me confused. It seemed to ask more questions then actually explore anything. I didn't learn much from it other then the fact Gods/Goddesses are so interwoven. But, we already knew that.
This talks about society's double standard on marriages in India, as well as the most popular mythology in regards to sex/love. Parts of which sounds very similar to that of Dionysus (the interwoven gods part) and left me feeling kind of disappointed.
We follow the film maker and his lover over a course of time (we never find out how long they were shooting for) as they interview friends and family about their personal views on marriage, and the lack of sex education classes.
I'm not sure I walked away from this one liking or hating it. It's one I wouldn't mind seeing again and having someone to discuss it with.
So, few days ago, I was having one of my normal conversations with my buddy Patrick (odd to everyone around us, normal to us) about something we read on the internet. And Patrick goes "sounds like he was giving you date ideas"
No I will not fill you in on what we were reading.
But, it did start a mad fit of laughter from me for about fifteen minutes. What can I say, when something gets me going I am difficult to turn off.
and now, few days later the conversation has popped back into my head.
I can't help but wonder, with the release of the new Sex and the City 2 in a matter of weeks, what would be a good modern date. Why the connection to SATC2 when I have no intention of going with anyone nor am I dating anyone to go with anyway.... Cause it's SATC2! Women in this city are buying new outfits and shoes and saving money to get to the opening night. Trust me, it's an event. Sadly, I won't be going the opening night, I'll have to wait a few days for the crowds to die down, besides it will be right after the Great North Wrestling has been here so you know I'll be dead broke... were was I going with this... OH Right dates.
Everyone is different. And as I learned last summer from the string of bad ones, dating is something I lack any skill at. No, I will not be trying that experiment up again this summer once was enough. Dude, you do realize that last summer was the first time in 20 years I had been on a "date"
Anyway, told you it would get tacky, anyway, my ideas of a date perfect, good, bad or otherwise seem very well, old fashioned and boring to most the people I talk to. They seem to find bar hopping for loud concerts or general drinking matches top on the list. Second on that list being hitting the hockey games.
Really? I mean really? So what you're saying is that you need to be in a loud environment where you can't have any kind of conversation with the person and be very drunk in the process. Dude, how uncomfortable are you with yourself?
For me it's simple. Go for coffee maybe even one of the coffee shops that doesn't get much traffic so that you have it almost to yourself, and a walk. Which gives you the chance to get close if things are working, or you know run away if they're not. And from there, and this is the big compatibility test, head back to my apartment to watch Big Money Hustlas.
I could never love a man who doesn't love that movie. If a guy can sit through that film, with me, and my rewinding on Monoxide's parts - he steals the movie in the feeties pajamas- and still be comfortable enough to enjoy the movie, well... You know, I've never met a guy who can.
Stop laughing this is serious. Well as serious as I can get.
I am doing a writing exercise, and need to create a character that is cutting edge, only my age is showing. Big time.
The character a 25 year old girl. Me, a 36 year old woman. See the issue.
I got my musical taste from my Uncle. Uncle was a metal head, and so was I. Sepultura, Pantera, My Dying Bride, COC, Testament, Overkill, Motley Crue (Nikki Sixx is still a god!) you get the idea. I have a younger sister Ninja, who I used to go to concerts with back 13 years ago, boy bands mostly. Her tastes have gone in a different direction from day one, Ninja and I are night and day to each other. Anyways, my musical evolution went from Sepultura to Frank Sinatra without missing a beat. Uncle's went to classical opera. Yeah, no joke. Getting a lift from him now is filled with opera singers on his cd player.
I know for someone who spends their life online, I am so out of touch with pop-culture. Are goths even still goths? Are punks even still listening to Sex Pistols ? What's going on here?
This is the big downfall of being a writer, you spend more time alone in your own world in your own head and loose total ability to socialize.
Someone help! Music, seems I need some new stuff as does my character. Leave me some notes on what I should be adding to my music collection.
Someone left a comment the other day on one of my other posts, asking me what I am looking for in a man. My reply was actually really snotty. Totally asshole of me.
The last 24hours because of a crazy situation of information coming to my attention, information I have to admit I didn't like finding out, I have been thinking.
I've talked about the fact that I need to have a guy in my life or at least a crush in order to be creative. I need a Muse.
I've never admitted it before, but what I want out of a guy is to be his Muse. I've never admitted it before because I never believed I deserved to be seen that way. But it's what I want.
So to answer the person honestly and without venom, I want to inspire a man.
I 'm guessing that is big key to finding the One, my soulmate, (yes remember we've gone over this a million times, I believe in soulmates) he'll have a new creativity when he meets me. I'll be his Muse.
Egotistical - no. Honest for the first time in years - honest to myself anyway.
I'm sitting here my mind stuck but spinning in circles at the same time.
I need a new ending for my novel and I'm just hitting a blank wall. Well, more like a large grey one with a rocky texture. Or more on the point, a dirty once white one with little thumbtack holes and grease splatters. Cause I am in the kitchen with my laptop as I sit here staring at the last paragraph of my novel.
Help!
I'm starting to begrudge my characters. This might be a problem as I still have to deal with them for at least another year.
My ending sucks. Just blows goat.
I keep thinking of that scene in the movie Stranger then Fiction when Emma Thompson is standing over the edge of the building and you realize she's not really.
One of my favourite movies in the last year, has been Ramen Girl. There is a line in that film that talks about how when you feed someone something you made, you are feeding them part of you. Part of your soul.
That is so true.
Grandma Perry, Aunt Winn to so many people, believed that. She's most likely staring down at me from the big kitchen party she's at tisk tisk tisking me for my lack of food... grace. Before I had become a vegetarian, which she would have tisk tisk tisked me for too as she believed there was nothing wrong with a good steak, I used to make a really great pot of Oxtail soup. Grandma's recipe of course. I actually miss that. I do not miss having rotting flesh in my stomach and intestines, nor do I miss the smell of meat cooking, but I do miss making things like that. Grandma's main recipes. Hence the bread the old fashioned way last week. Which you can catch a video of me doing on my cooking blog.
I can't tell you what's "gotten into me" as of late. Why I am obsessed lately with cooking. I don't know. It's not even a passion of mine. I admit, I have thrown myself into this to have something to do. Something to keep me busy while I waited for my Editor to get back to me with all her notes so that I could start the next draft of the novel.
Just something to keep me busy.
Well, the neighbours have been sniffing around the door. Literally. For the first time ever I had the landlord's daughter ask what smelled so damn good. I had made pasta and mushroom sauce. But just between you and me, I am the only one in this building who DOES cook. Everyone else has the delivery guys on speed dial. I'm not kidding. There is a revolving door policy here for every single delivery guy in town. Every night three different delivery cars will show up, and I know this cause I do not drive so my parking space is the spot de jour for the pizza/sub sandwich/Chinese/pasta/kfc take away delivery guys. I live in a fourplex. Myself, the landlord, his daughter and the teen aged couple who live in the apartment below me.
And the point to all this rambling... I told you last week there was going to be a shift in attitude on this blog. One of the wishes I have for myself this year, is to find someone to cook for. Yes, I know I need a husband. I've had a bad attitude towards food most of my life. My weight has been a sore issue with me. I've been as large as 300 pounds and as unhealthy as 119 pounds. Been Bulimic, and looked at food as a dirty idea. It's a fear I have. It took years to get to a healthy 135 pounds. Then the car accident happened and I shot back up to 225. Here it is almost 4 years later and I am sitting comfortably at 160. Unable to work out since the car accident and cooking again. Vegetarian now, but cooking none the less. My attitude towards life now is I'm here. I survived something I should not have (the car accident ) and if lugging around an extra 25 pounds for the rest of my life is the trade off, it's a small price to pay.
This year, is about facing fears. I'm 36. I don't have time anymore for self doubts.
Life should be about food, laughter, and bad camera work always.
I saw the article in the New York Times about the mommy bloggers meet up. I saw some of the bad reactions from the angry mommy bloggers.
Dude, what about the rest of us?
The article made it seem like the only kind of blog out there is the mommy blog. It made it seem like the only women blogging were the ones who used to be CEO and are now just filling time talking about dippers and cashing in their ad-sense.
There is a whole untapped group of us non-mommy bloggers out there. Don't get me wrong, if you are a stay at home mom who managed to make a name for yourself, great more power to you, like being Diane Keaton in Baby Boom, having it all. Only instead of a boardroom you're using a laptop.
But there are other women bloggers out there. And I don't see why the mommies are getting all huffy. All press is good press right? Means someone is talking about you; you grabbed someone's attention.
Time to add some laughter to the blog. I found this on youtube. It's one of my favourite scenes from the movie Blood and Donuts. The second half of it, the bathroom scene
I got home about an hour ago, and went to check my emails. The first thing I see is Corey Haim dead at 38.
I have been crying off and on ever since.
One of my favourite actors growing up. The fact he was only 2 years older then me was part of the shock. I was sitting here, thinking, "dude, I just mentioned him in a review post few weeks ago."
Give me a book or a band or a movie or a product that you feel strongly represents your culture and tell me why.
The reason behind this challenge is this brilliant documentary that came out couple of years ago. Douglas Coupland created this piece of living art by using iconic Canadian items. It went over brilliantly here in Canada, and not so well over seas, simply because the cultural status did not translate well. So, let me know what you think defines your culture.
How do I want to celebrate this post? Well, I could go into a whole thing on the number 9. (6+6+6=18=9) Or chat about the Lovers card in Tarot. Or I could talk about the movie the Omen. But, not only have I done all that on other sites, that is what would be expected in reference to the number 666.
I can't do what you would expect. And I can't go on and chat about Mr. Shelley or Mr. Sabin in this post either, cause that is what my regular Spudguns would expect.
How can I celebrate having reached 666 blog posts without doing what you would all expect from me?
So what's been happening in the last while? If you've not been keeping up then you've missed a ton.
