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Main Entry: por·cine
Etymology: Latin porcinus, from porcus pig — more at farrow
Date: circa 1656
: of, relating to, or suggesting swine : piggish
Scariest Mask Ever
Chrisina Ricci in make-up and prosthetic for Penelope
Renee Zellweger and her squinty little pig eyes
This morning, on the way for my Saturday treat of a triple venti hazelnut latte from Starbucks, I noticed an unusual amount of activity in the parking lot near the pagoda pictured above. This is fairly uncommon for a Saturday morning because there usually aren't a ton of people running around downtown and Heritage Square Park isn't exactly a hot spot unless you're homeless. There were police escorts surrounding a large group of middle school-aged students, all holding what appeared to be picket signs. Since I'm pretty much unable to see past my nose without my glasses, I had no idea what they were for. Luckily, I recognized a former classmate from CSUCI and asked him what was going on.
Do you all remember the Serious posts from last week? Perhaps you read on Perez Hilton or CNN about an 8th grader who was shot in the back of the head for being different? Well that young man died. He was robbed of his life because he had a penchant for dressing like the opposite sex. Murdered in front of a classroom full of children. A victim of what was no less than a hate crime.
Today, the members of the Boys and Girls Club of Oxnard were holding a rally to end the violence in our community. Do you know how happy this makes me? How proud? I was covered in goosebumps when Randy told me what was going on.
This is a HUGE step forward for us as a city. My hometown, most often known for its connection to gang violence, was holding a rally to bring awareness to the murder of a gay youth. Gay! Do you know what a huge step this is??? Oxnard has a very large latino populaton. I don't know how much you know of the fairly accurate machismo stereotype of Mexican males, but to see them marching in memory of a homosexual, well it moved me.
There must be awareness and acceptance, not just tolerance. If it took this shooting to bring these things to Oxnard, it was a sad but necessary sacrifice. His life was not in vain. And his death was not without a purpose. Parents, teach your children that hate and violence are not the answer. They are our future and I don't want our future to have to have another story like this one.
Me & Buzz in Santa Barbara
(You thought I was going to be naughty, didn't you?)
Anyway, back to the reason we're all here. It is astonishing to me that American Gangster is based on a true story. That something like this actually happened is sort of mind blowing. You've got the Vietnam war, the drug trade, the mob... it's all so dark and that they're all connected is no less than astonishing. Sometimes I think I'm too naive. I loved the story of the good cop and a gangster coming together to bust the corrupt cops. This movie is gritty looking. Raw. There were some violent, graphic moments and I won't lie I gasped aloud at them. If you're looking for action, there's not much to be found here but if you're looking for a movie that makes you think, I say it's well worth your time to watch this one.
Moral of that story: Frank Lucas is a bad ass. Watch yo'self.
Dude. I hate calling tattoos ink. It's so lame. I find them much more attractive than piercings though. I don't want to see my man in nipple rings or a cock piercing. There ya have it.
2. What ink do you have? If none, what would you get and where?
I have 5 tattoos. They are here and here. I would like to get a sacred heart at some point in time. Maybe mid-back? Who knows.
3. What piercing do you have? If none, what would you get and where?
I have a belly button ring that I got the day after I graduated high school. Going on 13 years now. I wouldn't get it, but I used to love the look of a hoop ring through a lower, mid-lip.
4. Any other adornments you like to do for your lover or have them do for you?
Adornments? WTF does that mean? I guess I don't get this question. I rock tassel pasties on my nippos and I spin 'em in circles. LOL
5. Of all of the above is there anything that is an immediate Turn-Off?
Bad teeth. Oh wait, that has nothing to do with this post at all whatsoever.
Bonus (as in optional): If money/work place rules/your life/whatever allowed... what ALL would you do to your body in the name of sexual or just general adornment?
I would like to shave my head at least once even though that makes my mother think I am a man trapped in a woman's body. I've always played with the idea of getting some Dodger blue streaks in my hair... Other than that I'm pretty conservative.
Questions are from here.
|Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real"|
You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love.
You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart.
Your ideal Valentine's Day date: is all about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!)
Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcastic
What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays
Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are hard to get
The victim has been upgraded serious condition so that is one bright side of this story. The shooter was apprehended and is now in custody. EO Green is lucky that this didn't turn into a deadly rampage. We all are. But how long will that luck last? And why did this happen at a junior high as opposed to what seems like the unfortunately obvious location of a high school?
What the hell is wrong with our society? Do children know the ramifications of their actions? Are they aware that guns are deadly or have violent movies and video games completely brainwashed them into believing their victim will just get up and walk away? There is no "1-Up" in real life. Where are the parents? It is alleged that the shooter used his father's gun. Why wasn't it locked up? Do parents really believe that their children won't touch their things simply because they are told not to?
This whole situation has provoked so many emotions in me. There is a definite sadness that this is not the Oxnard I grew up in. There is a blatant awareness that innocence seems all but lost in this generation of children. When I was an 8th grader I had no desire to play with guns. The only access I had to make-up was to tinted lip gloss. Thank God for dress codes that made us all into nondescript little clones. There was nothing about our clothing that would provoke the hatred that the victim received because he marched to the beat of a different drummer.
That in and of itself makes me wonder... Of course we are all brought up to accept people for who they are and that we are all different but at what point does a parent of a cross-dressing 8th grader have to step in? Should they say, "We accept you for who you are but we live in a world where people don't. For your safety, maybe you can refrain from dressing like a girl unless we are with you?" I don't know what the answer is. All I know is that this world is clearly not ready for sexual ambiguity and that is a damn shame.
MORAL OF THIS STORY: Savor each day as if it will be your last, it very well could be.
After yesterday's post I had a pretty successful day diet-wise so what do I do this morning? I grab cookies from the break room for breakfast. Oh Janules. Such a saboteur. That's ok though because I can have a couple cookies and just be good for the rest of the day. Right? Like I don't need to go to McDonald's for a Quarter Pounder value meal simply because my breakfast is questionable. This is where I go wrong. I slip and then I continue sliding through junk food the whole day. Well not today. No, sir.
And finally, to wrap up this insanely sporadic post, did you know there is a Tickle-Me Cookie Monster? I want it. I mean, look above. Who is cuter than Cookie? And if he can get all health-conscious so can I. K. That's all.
I used to exercise at 5 a.m. every morning. I used to ride my bike to the gym, exercise and then ride that bitch back home! Now? My dust covered bicycle sits with deflated tires in my parking garage. I used to walk every day after work for at least an hour. Now, after I put in my 8 hours at the office I drive home or to school and plop my ass on a chair for another 5 hours before I go to bed. For some reason, I don't think sitting on my ass for two thirds of my day is what the good Lord intended otherwise I would have no legs.
I am currently tipping the scales at 183 pounds. Yesterday I purchased my fifth pair of size 12 pants. I swore after Weight Watchers I wouldn't do this to myself again yet I'm heavier than I have ever been. Wearing an empire-waist dress to dinner so I can sit and eat comfortably and perhaps even provoke ponderings of pregnancy? Well that's not where I want to be. I'd rather just wear a dress so I can look smokin' hot. Not that I'm not smokin' hot, per se, I just don't want to be one of those women people look at and say, "You know she's got a pretty face, it's too bad she doesn't weigh about 30 pounds less."
So seriously? Fuck this. It's back to my resolutions. Back to the gym. Back to not allowing sweets in the apartment. Back to diet food. Back to taking care of myself. Back to size 10. Back to a normal BMI. Back to self-restraint and self-control. Back to me.
Not feelin' haiku
But since Crusty tried
I felt I should too
Weekend plans got changed
Mother fucking thieves killed it
Say a prayer for Buzz
But back to the sofa. It bears a striking resemblance to that one there only imagine it looking like a giant Hershey bar. Mmm... chocolate brown. Yeah and both ends recline, I shit you not. I have been waiting for this bad boy to arrive since November 20, 2007. Wow, Randi, obsessed much? Nah, that just happens to be the day my nephew took his very first steps in front of his other auntie.
ANYWAY... back to the couch. I love my couch. It is amazing. Beautiful. Splendid. Soooo comfortable. And the best part about it? It is brand new and it is all mine. I can't believe it. I have lived on my own since I was 19 years old and this is the first couch I have ever owned that wasn't a hand-me-down. I started with my parents' old wooden futon, upgraded to Crusty's mom's love seat and graduated to the splendor that is a LaZBoy. This is an event 11 years in the making, ladies and gentlemen. I plan on having a couchwarming party. Let me know if you are interested. RSVP.
The venue in Mesa sent an email less than a day after my ticket purchase that the show was going to be rescheduled from Monday, March 17th (a.k.a. St. Patrick's Day) to Sunday the 16th. Um... No thanks. That kind of doesn't make it as cool and, I mean, I've seen them 4 times already. Do I really need a fifth? So I requested a refund. My initial purchase was in the amount of $144.80. That included 4 tickets plus a service fee, natch. They were going to be will called so no postage or ticket printing fee had even occurred yet. When my refund came through a couple days later it was for $128.
I am paying $16.80 for what? Someone please explain this to me. No one did anything but process a transaction. That takes what? 2 minutes total? I'm paying $8.40 a minute for a computer to complete my purchase and refund? Really? I wrote them an email pointing out the absurdity of the whole thing. Now, it's not like I can't spare less than $20. I guess the question is: Why should I? Plus... how much money are they making off cancellations? I mean, if a dozen more people cancel they're making hundreds of dollars FOR NOTHING. Hmm...
MORAL OF THAT STORY: Highway robbery is occurring online.
I am the only one that never had a nicknack but my mom used to call me her little kumquat or pretty much any sort of food item that sounded even remotely affectionate (i.e. pumpkin, etc.). Dad has called me Babe for as long as I can remember.
2. Do you have a favorite poem and, if so, what is it? Recite it here, please.
Courtesy of Grandpa Chrissikos:
Well she whistled and she farted and she shit upon the floor
And the wind from her ass blew the kitten out the door.
3. What is your greatest regret in life, something that you failed to do that you wish you did?
That I dropped out of college only to return in my late 20s. If I had it to do over again, I would have certainly stuck it out rather than be in my 30s and still sans degree.
4. You are tired and hungry, but it's too late to cook. If any snack food were available to you, what would you choose and why?
I am crazy about cheese and crackers because they're nice and easy. Like your mom.
5. What is the oldest item of clothing (not jewelry!) that you wear regularly and what do you love about it?
I would suppose this goes to my gray velour pajama pants Miss Kitty bought me from the Gap once. They are the most comfortable things I own and pretty much go right on as soon as I set foot in my apartment.
Bonus (as in optional): Name a movie or TV show that changed your thinking or behavior.
I hate to generalize becuase you all know how much I love to name drop movie titles but almost everything I see changes my thinking in some way. It's probably because of different perspectives or different topics I know little about. Mind you, movies in the vein of Dumb & Dumber clearly do not apply but you get me.
Questions are from here.
- Was late to work this morning. Just wasn't feeling 100%.
- Get down Giants with your bad selves. I am so stoked the underdog beat Tom Brady.
- Super Bowl commercial fave: the lizards dancing to Michael Jackson's Thriller.
- I won $25 in the first quarter. I love football pools.
- It really isn't a party without Chex Mix.
- 8 hours with my nephew and a thorough apartment cleaning should count as a gym day.
- Guitar Hero 3 on Playstation 3 kicks solid ass.
- Phuck Punxsutawney Phil and his shadow seeing ass.
- Britney, baby, I hope you get well soon.
Have a good week!