Sunday, January 31, 2010

Glass Mason Jars

I truly feel sorry for butterflies and small insects that draw peoples attention. It is a complete mystery if you will-
I can relate. This living breathing creature is minding its own business and then someone thinks it is worth enough to keep. So that person takes it, locks it away in a glass jar, and then will not let it out. The creature does everything it can to help. It flies about to entertain the master. It talks to the master and offers answers to the masters questions. Yet the master has it in his mind that the butterfly is his. The butterfly loves its master but its not enough and soon even with the tiny holes in the lid- the butterfly dies. Yet even in death, the master will pass the jar around to all of his friends to take a look at the creature. This is his prize. Everyone should have a deeper look. Everyone should stare at her and mock her.
That was a bad example of what I wanted to say. I was going to say something else and I am without sleep. I think I need to go to bed for a few hours before I have to get up. I cannot wait for next month. This blog was not that much because words cannot say- and I wish I knew how to speak the words.
1. I'm NOT married.
2. I do not have children.
3. I'm NOT engaged. DO NOT get that out of what I just said. I was talking about big businesses taking over the little people in a matter of speaking. Don't ask.
4. The past is the past and it is so grey.
Song of the day- New Divide by Linkin Park
Drink of the night- NOT ENOUGH VODKA.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Many thoughts so here we go. FACTS

Here is a few little facts for you-
1. I grew up in the middle of no where. Its hard to get your hands on indi films and its not a crime to watch them. I am not stuck in any OTHER decade other then the current one. There is no time warp here.
2. I do love to read books and I rarely buy magazines because they collect dust after you read them. I do have a habit of buying rock magazines because I end up going through the companies on the inside FOR RECORDS, CD deals, OR other things that I find interesting.
3. I am not a big shopper but I do shop. DO YOU SHOP? OKAY THEN. Also I did not just buy everything that I own.
4. MY LIFE IS NOT YOURS.
5. I am not you. You are not me.
6. If you want to say hi. Say hi.
7. When you're a woman and you take a picture of your whole body or a sexy picture of yourself, then you get attention for the wrong thing. It is NOT wrong to look good. It is just all of a sudden, you get a lot of attention and that is not what I am here for. I am here to keep in touch with some family who live far away.
8. I have to keep up with AVM research.
9. I keep looking for a Kammer Doll.
10. I need to start looking for an agent.
11. MY LIFE / Career is not for you to contemplate or help out with. I said I wanted street credit. I did not ask for your hands or mouths.
12. I have been through a lot. I will not write you a novel to explain myself.
13. You have to ask yourself a few questions- One who is it that said BOO?
14. I am not a liar. I am not here to kiss any one's ass. If I have something to say then I'll say it. Its simple.
15. You pick your battles in life. You NEVER bow your head to anyone except GOD or Jesus Christ.
16. I have let this hold me down for some time. I am not the devil and there is a reason things look the way they do. YOU should watch your step at the door, because you might step in DOG crap if you don't watch out.
17. Some people have things to say and they sound like angels but the truth is, they are hollow shells of rotting shit.
18. I need to stop cussing so much. It is un lady like and it only makes me look like I cannot control my temper.
19. I took a full psych evaluation a few months back. I passed with flying colors. I had low grade depression. That and I had post traumatic stress due to childhood trauma. Other then that, I am NORMAL.
19. I have a photographic memory and I'm not a moron.
20. The reason the world around you is so lame, is because there is a shortage of air supply.
21. I am going to look dark, grim and that is okay for now. The reason is that now is not the time for this.
24. I am going to do what I planed with next month and hope for the best.
25. I fight my own fights. I am not asking for help. So you can stay out of it.
26. The thing is- before you start pointing fingers- take your middle finger and look at it for a second okay.
27. Here is a quote for you from one of my favorite bands-
"I met a man who was gone in a day. Memories blushed away. I met a man who was once on my side. NOW everyone lies. There's NO price tag on my conscience."~ JOJ

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Okay now I'll stop with the answers. :))














Money Changes everything

I do not know why I feel the need to point this out and at this time, so here goes. Call it a vibe or you can call it a whim. I do not bitch all the time. I do not have to complain about money 24-7. I do NOT make fun of homeless people. The thing is, I have a sense of humor. It is going to show up every time I open my mouth. I am not homeless. Although- I do like going to thrift stores and homeless people always seem to filter around those in the bigger cities. I feel more comfortable talking to those people or as I should say having them walk up and talk to me, then having what you call "Normal people" talk to me.
My problem with not bitching about money is this- it goes with anything. If I think someone has messed with me, then I GO into defense mode. When Subway came out with their 5 dollar foot longs, they did not specif what was what. I kept getting charged 6-8 bucks. That was before tax. Then they switched it up and had a list of what ones you could get. So now I always ask. That is why I wanted to make sure about the price twice. That is why I made a joke about their company. I was NOT rude to that girl. If you were there then you would have understand and then you could have seen it all go down. I am not a liar. That is the thing about me- I tell it how it is. I do not sugar coat stuff. I do not kiss any one's ass. I rarely give out complements, because there is very little that is worth it in this life. If I have anything to say then I will say it. Just about everything I say comes out like some disrespectful joke. I'm not some annoying asshole. This blog is for the blog below it.
Everyone is allowed to keep a blog. I am no different. I am going to write about books because I LOVE to read. More then likely I will write about horror movies because I watch them, and I can guaranty you that I will mention candy and my sleeping problems. There is no problem but I had to interject that thought. I just wish I had done so last night.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Death on the Installment Plan with SUBWAY

Tonight I had dinner with my sister. We went to Subway. I have a few things to say. I think that they raised their prices because they had to pay that Jarrod actor more money to be in their commercials. I ask what it cost. My sister started to talk, and I guess she told me. So I ask the cashier. Yeah and I was not paying attention to what my sister said because most of the time she talks to much. Half of what she says is meaningless. So I just don't listen. Well, I ask the question twice. Then the cashier looked at me like I ask twice because we were white and she was Mexican.
Okay well first off, I eat at Taco Bell. So I do not give a shit if she is Mexican. Secondly my favorite director of all time is Guillermo Del Toro. That and the guy who does those Johnny Homicidal Maniac comic books is once again MEXICAN and his name is Jhonen Vasquez. I do NOT GIVE A SHIT. I AM NOT RACIST. FUCKING A. I listen to the DEFTONES AND I LISTEN TO JIMI HENDRIX.
She got all nervous and acted like she was going to cry after wards. I did not yell or get an attitude. I swear. I was not being rude. I honestly was just not going to listen to my sister talk about nothing. I love my sister but she does have a habit of talking about nothing for a long time. She has done it since we were kids.
Now I just want to go back up there and tell her about my sister and make MeriJo go up there and talk about something. Then I want to tell her its okay I am just weird to people. I am sorry, its not you. Its me. I was not being rude. I honestly do not have a problem with you. I just do not want to listen to my sister ramble unless I have to. I do know how people are. I have been friends with some. Plus I know how people can be in public. I have worked with some of them.
Okay well I have been watching movies. Not all the time but I have seen a few. Thanks to net flix. I am also reading a Louis Celine book called Death on the installment Plan. I am enjoying it so far.
So lets start off with -
Faust is a 1994 movie directed by Jan Svankmajer-
Do you all remember watching Mr. Rogers when you were a kid? Okay well did you ever think back upon it and how creepy it was that he was always out of breath when he took you into his home and then down into that creepy room where he talked to puppets? No one else thought that was a little weird? Thanks for being my neighbor. Yeah now we call those kind of guys weirdos and you do not talk to them. I also think most of them drive unmarked vans and always have candy in their pockets for kids. Okay well this movie reminded me of what if a group of college kids got a hold of a camera, old Mr. Rogers tapes, too much vodka, and a Peter Gabriel sledge hammer video. It was in between good and bad for me. It was funny in parts and kind of cool in a off the wall kind of way but so all over the place. This one puppet looked like George Michael and that made me laugh. Then the man had sex with one of the puppets and that was too dumb. There were these two guys in the movie who looked like at one time they were part of the cast of perfect strangers. It was kind of lame. The only funny thing that actually took place was that this homeless man took Faust's leg away when he died. That was only funny because when I was 20 years old, I went to this thrift store with Heather and this homeless guy kept walking around with a plastic foot and asking us why we had on body glitter. We had it on our eyes.

Audition is a 1999 movie directed by Takahsi Miike.
In this movie and mans wife dies and he holds auditions for a fake movie. The point is to find the perfect wife. He has a friend in the movie business who helps him set up the interviews. He ends up with a ghost. The ghost of a woman is horrible to him and attempts to kill him. He never wronged her. She just decided to hurt him. That was messed up. This movie is annoying because I am a woman and I know how annoying guys are but at the same time, I think that woman was completely out of line. I do not think anything she did was called for. I do not think two wrongs make a right. I also do not think that a bad childhood gives you a right to send hell to some guy. Guys can be assholes but there are girls out there who are bigger turds then most. I have been friends with some of them. I had a roommate a few years back named Jeanie whom I kicked out because she would not pay her half and she was the perfect example of a bad female joke. So when I walk by guys who have those lame tee shirts on- that say stupid things about women, It does not offend me. I am not like other girls but I know how women are. I also want to get back to the point of this movie. This movie jumped around a lot. The funniest part was the interviews. There was a woman who came in and said she had been to a mental institution and they said they would call her. Then after two other women had come and gone, that same woman came back in. All of a sudden, they looked at her and ask didn't we just see you? She said, yes but I was not done talking. They said you can go now. It was just funny. I did not care for it. The movie reminded me of a lot of women who are what you call fake friends. So my opinion is kind of jaded. It got on my nerves. I just wanted to yell at the girl and say get over it.

Kill Baby Kill is a 1968 movie directed by Mario Bava.
It is about a little girl who was killed in an accident. The mother brought the spirit back through psychic powers and is having the ghost haunt people and convince them to kill themselves. The village is cursed. The movie is set in the early 1900's but everyone has those swanky 60's early 70's hair cuts. That and those neato clothes. So its fake and too fashionable. The dolls in the little girls room were beautiful but it was too blah and over done. I think Rob Zombie could re do it and make it way better. Yes I went there. You knew I would. Sheri Moon and Rob would own it. I am serious and we all know it. All I am saying is that Mario Rava spent a little too much time with making sure everyone had the swanky hair cuts and cool jackets rather then the other goods.

Jennifer's Body is a 2009 movie directed by Karyn Kusama.
A rock band goes to a small town to play a show. They want to make it into the business. They decide to sacrifice a virgin to Satan. The thing is the girl they pick lies about being a virgin and the demon stays in her body and she then must eat flesh to feed the beast. Its lame. The sex scene is even worse. The blond chick actually says stick it in me. They are in love right? Okay yeah that was believable. Then he stops at one point and ask her if hes big? I started to laugh. Whats even better is the song the indi band sings in the movie. Its called up in the trees. It sounds A LOT like that song that was done on that show for INXS. You remember when they wanted to find a new lead singer. They were down to three people. The dude they have now, the chick, and that blond dude. Yeah the blond dude wrote a song. I do not know. I am just saying. blah I was not impressed. Although it did make fun of itself in a few places and that was okay. I will say this- THANK GOD for movie rentals because I am not sure if you can return DVDs because they suck. There is one last thing I will say about it and this is because I grew up listening to Hole. They named the movie Jennifer's Body. There is a Hole song with that title off of their "Live Through this" CD. What is odd- on the movie at the end when the credits were rolling, they played Violet by Hole. Which is off of the Live through this album too. Could they not get the rights for Jennifer's body or something?


Sunday, January 17, 2010

Radio Edit

I ended up eating some of my own words the other day. I never say things that I do not mean. I never give out fake compliments. That is the thing about me- if I have something to say then I will say it. If I do not care, then I leave it alone. I stopped watching MTV around 2000. I would flip it over there from time to time for award shows or this or that. This or that means if something important was going to be there. That would be a band that I actually listen to. I think once your generation has graduated you get set in your ways and you typically sit back and don't usually listen to that much that comes out after that. Its not that you close your mind to it, but you do not go out of your way for it.
When I was in 6th grade, I found a band called L7. They were linked to a few other bands like Fluffy, 7 year Bitch, Babes in ToyLand, Luna Chicks, and Hole. Then came Jack Off Jill. JOJ broke up and the lead singer formed a band called Scarling. The lead singer of Hole married the lead singer of another band that I grew up listening to- his name was Kurt D Cobain. L7 took a few of those bands on their Beauty Process Tour. JOJ toured with Marilyn Manson.
I never dug the grunge movement but I think everyone can agree that it has moved us all forward. Not in a poetic way but yeah. I do have a love and deep respect for chick punk rock that cannot be quoted. I am 30 years old and I still listen to LUNA CHICKS and and 7 year Bitch. They're NOT Bowie, but they do have their own level.
I personally love darker sounds. I do not care for what they are calling death metal where it sounds like the guitar is being abused. I love a slow dark sound from the guitar. I love it when it sounds like the guitar is dipped in the darkest pain its ever felt. Like a Cello. I have an odd taste for electronic sounds so that gets my attention and the lyrics have to be clever. Cradle of Filth have some of the most beauty lyrics in some of their songs. I never liked light electronic sounds but Enigma always had respect from me and Dream of the Dolphin was one of my favorites. In fact if I was going to ask for something from an artist, I would ask David Bowie to redo Modern Love and do it basically acoustic but with a xylophone. There is a pain that runs deep within. A pain that not many people can know. That pain that is dark and life can hold hidden chambers for some, parts of it that you must go through at different times but not many people know about. A place that haunts.
I do not think its fair to say that because someone makes it that they sell out. That is the thing- most of the reason that those indi bands do not make it- IS because they do not have the money to tour. That or they are under a company who cannot support them. Songs are all catchy in their own way. So its not the songs fault. If you can play an instrument then that is not the problem. Most of those artist put their faith in companies who honestly are legalized crooks. They do not do what they should and then take most of the album sales. It is sad. They do not send the album to anyone but local stations and it just flies back and affects the band who is the one trying to make it. The fans are not the ones to blame either. You should NEVER be ashamed of who you are or where you come from.
I had some people I grew up with that at one time- WHO were friends of mine, bring up things that were parts of what happened. They brought them up, like it would embarrass me. So I addressed it and then walked away. Never bow your head to anyone except God or Jesus.
Let me tell you what a sell out is.
A sell out is a person who turns into something they never were and then destroys everything around them because they are that stupid.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Absolut Vanilla Vodka


I have been working on a blog that is called be kind re wind for a month now. The reason is simple. Its not about what others think or he said and she did this. It is about redemption and not bowing my head to anyone except God.
I also have decided to take an IQ + Memory test. I have a photographic memory. Its a complete brain teaser to people who do not have one. Most people who do not have a photographic memory will not believe you when you say you have one. You have to prove it. They will pull out cards and bulbs. Just about anything next to them to see if its real. I do not find it funny as much as I find it annoying. I do not care anymore. The blog was one of those on the moment kind of things. It just kind of happened. I got sick of the constant redundant vociferous mutant bs. So I honestly did not care. I seriously did not give a crap. Then after the break up, and after Holly decided to be a piss-tart at Heather's apartment- I decided it was time to set the record straight once and for all. I think my IQ goes down about ten points every time I post something, but when people see the final blog- it will all make perfect since. It is not ready and I have set it to private until it is ready.
I personally am done with the past. I am not walking into 2010 the way I walked into 2008, or 2009. I am seriously ready for a change. That was not a sarcastic spit fest. I'm legit.
I guess on New Years the people in my neighborhood decided to go out in the middle of the road to scream at the top of their lungs, and blow bazookas. Yeah, um well all I can say is that I am glad to be alive too but I am not that excited about the new year. Its just they acted like they had just given birth to a two headed rat. At one point it sounded like they stopped and one of them was correcting the others on how to blow a bazooka. That made it double funny. I just kept laughing. I mean is there a special way to blow into a bazooka? Is there a class for it now?
I watched a movie called PI. It was this black and white film about a man who had a chip in his head. He was good with numbers. People wanted him to find a 216 digit number that would unlock the universe. The constant moving of the camera was a cool affect but if I was drunk, I could see how that would make me paranoid, or dizzy. The funniest part was when the guy kept seeing this human Brain lying around on the ground and he kept poking it. It was like when you're a kid and you see a big bug. You're like "Kick the beetle." I have no idea why but one of the old guys that picked him up looked like this creepy Santa that used to work at the shopping mall. That was weird and btw when I went up to the mall in December one night to go shopping- I needed Christmas cards, there was this Santa guy and he walked by Sub Way. He was holding his pants in his hands, and he was breathing heavily. That was creepy. If I was a little kid, that would have given me nightmares.
P.S.
The picture taken at the top is of a piece of art bought off Etsy by Jen Lightfoot. I'm a big Jack Off Jill fan, so it was only 30. That was my birthday gift to myself. The coffee stuff came from my sister. Thanks again.
P.S.S. Now for something sad and seriously not good.
RIP to the drummer boy. :(