Hell's soundtrack

~'Bad Reputation' by Joan Jett. a good song forever and a good reminder to be super-fine.

~"Women like me can only submit to men capable of dominating them, and I have never found anyone capable of dominating me." -Anna Magnani, but it's fun to keep looking!

~Serpico, i will watch this film several times a year. who's a bigger bad-ass than Frank Serpico? Seriously.

Hi kids. Thanks for coming. Sit for spell while i spill, why don't you?
i've been thinking about bar names. i always thought The Augur Inn would be a good name for a dump. i guess it's pretty juvenile, but i still get chuckles out of bars with names like The Office and The Library. then i wonder about all the bars in new york and how they must have some pretty fabulous names (i love the name Hell's Kitchen).
then i kept thinking when i should have stopped thinking.
there should be two different hells. one for pedophiles and politicians, and one for me and my friends. stay with me here: if heaven is full of chaste, clean-living teetotalers, i'm not sure i wanna play. here's my vision of hell: descend in the same elevator that Katherine Hepburn used in Suddenly, Last Summer --so wicked! cigarette, cigar and pipe smoke slither through the elevator gate. there's also the smell of marshmallows- have you ever opened a bag of marshmallows and huffed? you should because it smells like birthdays and birthdays are awesome. 

the lighting is low and pink with sparkly flecks from the multiple disco balls glittering the gigantic dance floor. naturally, hell is an open bar with several able and attentive barkeeps, but it's not a meat-market. none of that. the only "checking out" people are doing is in the other room which happens to be a library, floor to ceiling books and mags. sound-proof walls and a fireplace (tee hee hee- a fireplace in hell. i crack myself up).
ok back to the dance floor. here's where i get self-flagellating, but not without a sense of humor. nobody's really dancing because, after all, this is hell and we've done something "wrong" to be there, let's be fair. so nobody's dancing because not only are the 8 foot screens showing Michael Bolton videos on a loop, but the massive speakers are blasting Kenny G tunes! baHA! but you know what? it's totally ok with me and my friends because Bolton and G are fodder for humor and jokes and sin-spirited jabs. and every 2 hours the barkeeps ring a bell for the "How lame is he?" game: for example "Michael Bolton is so lame…." "How lame is he?" …and the person with the funniest jab gets, well, the biggest laugh (drinks are already free, what could possibly be a better prize?).
i know that's a mean game, but when you're in hell you have to do something to pass the time.

cheers. clink. enjoy your self.

new photos n' not much else

~"People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest." -Hermann Hesse

~'From the hip', by Lloyd Cole and the Commotions, because nobody does throaty melancholy like Lloyd ("sick and i'm tired and i don't care anymore"?) and when i saw his vid for 'Perfect Skin' in jr. high, it confirmed a lot of things.

~Sex & the City,  baaahahahahahhaha!  just kidding. gross.

hi gang-

brief entry.  haven't felt much like saying hi lately.  pretty sure you're ok with that.

i've been missing my girlfriends lately: sweet virginia has a new beau and we've different schedules; trish lives over there -- i know she has a family and all, but i want to escape somewhere with her.  i'm selfish that way.  and rachael has a rich, fascinating life with dogs n' stuff.  stephanie, bicycle-face, do you remember our sketchbook?

i want to talk just a bit about the Walk.  the susan g. komen walk spanned 3 days and 60 miles.  i gotta say, i'm super glad that i did it alone because i'm a fast walker.  i go crazy with slow walkers.  but i can't wait to do it again next year.  in fact, next year can't come soon enough (funny, most of the other gals who've been through the C-muck don't mind getting older, either.  bring on another year, more hair, eyebrows, toenails, sunsets and yay, birthdays!)

i had the best tent-mate a gal could ask for: Laurie was a doll.  and funny funny.  

so here are some more pics from the weekend, and i think i'm done blogging about cancer for a while.  i've got enough of it in my daily slog and i'm pretty sure it's boring for you.  as it happens, this blog is my only outlet.  there are times when i feel i need to talk about what i went through and the things it permanently changed, so you, poor dear readers, get the blah blah.   

thanks for hanging out, kids.  check back for more intelligent talk soon.  guuuuuh.

cheers,

clink.

drool.

vagina tents and unshaven legs

~"Even when the bird is walking we know that it has wings." -Victor Hugo, because it seems appropriate not only for this weekend, but it might be a nice, sideways commentary about underestimating people.

~'Stronger' by Kanye West.  good beats, decent lyrics...good beats.  funny opening.

Romance. won't say why.  it's just a personal, subjective choice.

hi gang,

at the request of a dear friend, i got The Bucket List on netflix.  i haven't gotten more than 5 minutes into it- turns out nicholson and freeman have cancer. so i'll let you know how it goes. 

i got back yesterday afternoon from the susan g. komen 3-day walk.  60miles (66 for me, story to post next time. i'm tired tired).  i'm not a camper and i don't use port-a-potties very well.  i opted to camp out with the rest of the gals/guys instead of going back to my apartment at the end of the days.  the Foundation supplied the tents which were new, nice, small and very hot pink.  it was hot this week.  when my dad and mom (bless their hearts) set up the tent and my old sweaty bod got into it, it was hot pink inside, hot inside, and i felt like i was setting in a vagina.  

but my tent-mate turned out to be awesome and, as i said, more details to follow.

i'm just gonna post some pictures for y'all. i need to go ice my ankle.

thanks for coming! thanks for staying with me, kids.  means a lot.

cheers,

zzzz