Once upon a time, I was in a video store with my then boyfriend trying to pick out a movie to watch. I picked up John Carpenter's Vampires, and proceeded to tell the boy about the coolest scene in the movie, where a guy uses his hot-from-being-fired gun to cauterize a wound he received. Said boyfriend looks at me, shakes his head, and says, "You're not like other girls, Betty."
Name::Braindead Betty From::Indy, Indiana, United States
Mike Tyson has found a new job: male escort. Heidi Fleiss, famed Hollywood madam, has gotten all her permits and everything in place to open a new brothel for women in Nevada, and Mike Tyson is going to be one of the escorts. Because I'm sure that a convicted rapist and alleged abuser would make a great ho. I'm sure he doesn't have to have control at all. < /sarcasm >
O.J. Simpson is publishing a book entitled "If I Did It." A "hypothetical" look at what the murders of Nicole Brown and Ronald Goldman "might" have been like. While he still hasn't payed a dime due to the victims families from the civil suit he lost. Not that this isn't the most tasteless thing I've heard of in a long time anyway, it becomes more so when you think to ask, "What does this do for the children Simpson and Brown had together?"
And finally, did a cat give birth to puppies? A lady in Brazil is claiming that her cat mated with a neighbor's dog and gave birth to...kuppies? pittens? I'm not sure what you would call it. Now, I may be a bit of a conspiracy theorist, but isn't Brazil one of the countries that genetecists are flocking to based on their lax experimentation laws? Couldn't be...
Forgive me. I know I said I don't do politics very often, and that's still true. Just with elections this week, and Rumsfeld's resignation, and so forth and so on, it's been a politically saturated week in America. I've got one more political post up my sleeve, so let me get it out of the way, and then I'm back to sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Whatever that means.
I'm so happy that for the first time ever, a woman is sitting in the second seat in the line of succession for President of the United States. Nancy Pelosi, newest speaker of the House, is now one of the most powerful female politicians this country has ever seen.
While I am, like I said, very happy, I'm also very worried. Ms. Pelosi, above all else, is a politician. The very attributes that make her such a good politician also make her a wonderful target as a woman. Her passion could easily be misconstrued by critics as "hysteria," her determination as "bitchiness," etc. I mean you needn't look any further than this post by one of my favorite bloggers, Certifiable Princess, to see that women are commonly seen as predatory "vipers" even by other women. Dubya has already started on the sexist bullying saying, "In my first act of bipartisan outreach since the election, I shared with her the names of some Republican interior decorators who can help her pick out the new drapes for her new offices," on Wednesday.
Ms. Pelosi's success has started a new chapter in American history. Hopefully she keeps the door open for younger women to start in politics and break up the country's greatest sausuge-fest.
I'm going to miss you. You were my favorite movie theater in this city. What other movie theater serves pitchers of long island iced teas? What other movie theater allows smoking? What other movie theater does Rocky Horror Picture Show live once a month?
It's too bad your owner didn't promote you in these later years. If he would've taken out a full page newspaper ad 2 months before you closed, he probably could've gotten a ton of support and been able to prevent your sad demise. Instead he took out a full page newspaper ad 4 days after you close to rant about the politicians he blames for ruining you. Which was the first I heard of you closing.
So many memories with you, dear HBF. My first Rocky Horror, and the trepidation I felt at going up for the virgin auction and sacrifice. The houses you've helped me live in, by employing my roommates. The nostalgic posters and decor in your environs. The nights I don't remember because of those long island pitchers.
I'll try not to be too sad, HBF. I know you wouldn't want that. (Besides, I hear you have a sister in Chicago.)
Halloween was pretty good. Bean was the cutest cowgirl ever. She was really into getting free candy, but would've been just as happy to stay inside Grandma & Grandpa's house where it was warm. I'll get pictures up here sooner or later.
The weekend before Halloween was fantastic. Went to a great show. Got to see "almost" some of my favorite bands. Okay, so they were cover bands. But it was the Pixies, the Ramones, the Misfits, NOFX, and Social Distortion. But even more exciting, Jay's band got booked for next year's Halloween Rip-off show to be the Subhumans.
Then on Sunday I got my hair cut. Yay for it no longer being in an awkward growing-out phase! And the guy who cut my hair is the sweetest thing ever. In addition to being a hair stylist, he's also a sideshow performer and a bass player. I love having interesting friends even though I'm so boring. I'll have to get pictures of my new hair up here too, but I think I'll wait until my giant zit has given me back control of my chin.
What, exactly, would be the use in having a blog if I didn't use it to broadcast my most embarassing moments to the world? Nothing, I say. Nothing at all.
Yesterday, I was at the grocery store, just doing my usual thing. All of a sudden in front of the dairy case, I sneezed. Normally not that big a deal, but on this occasion, not only did my sinuses let loose, but my bladder as well.
Yep, I peed myself at the grocery store. Where has my life gone?
