You have no idea how much I love this movie.  This is the movie I want to watch on Halloween, not any of the Halloween movies or Nightmare on Elm Street or Evil Dead or Rocky Horror — I want to watch Arsenic and Old Lace.  Every time.

And my response to her article.  (Follow the link to her article, read it, then go back and read mine — if you want to, or just read mine, whatever…)

Well, shit….

fuckyeahtattoos:

I was recently asked to shoot a photo of my own back for an up and coming compilation CD “Massachusetts is a Coffin V.2”.Here is my back and the photo to be used.

My Back Was Done By Dan Banai at

Right Coast Tattoos In Ship Bottom New Jersey.

all the work on my arm is By Mitch Perkins at

Atlantic Tattoo In Manahawkin New jersey.

I want to know more about “Massachusetts is a Coffin V.2”

I’ve decided my friend’s dad/the pastor of my parents church is the human version of Kermit the Frog.

Without knowing it, today I was able to make someone feel good.

Ok, in spite of my financial woes I’ve been bitching about, I’m feeling pretty good right now.  I made cookies with Jacob last night to distract myself from the fact that Erik had left and I made them with Crisco so Beth could take some to work and her friend with a dairy allergy (or intolerance, I don’t know which) could have some.  Beth came home from work just now and told me she sends me a big hug.  It made her day that I did that with her in mind.

I am so frustrated by my lack of finances and I’m apparent inability to get a part time/temporary job.  This is currently the biggest headache in my life.  I have bills that I am shortly not going to be able to pay because apparently I don’t interview or job hunt well or effectively.  This isn’t in my skill set.  This is not something I am good at doing.  I don’t think I was ever really taught how to do these things.  I feel horribly and frustratingly inadequate.

All I want is a little employment and a little bit of money, enough to pay my bills, buy my wedding shoes, whatever I need for the bachelorette party and my hotel room for the wedding and maybe go visit Erik in New York while he’s still living there.  That’s a lot to ask, but that’s what I need.

Sally Harper, played by the fabulous Kate Isitt, is televisions best girlfriend.  Sure, she’ll divulge Susan’s secrets, but only to Jane.  Sally and Jane: television’s greatest example of how great friendships sometimes just blossom out of nowhere and are stronger than ones you’ve had for years.

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Rooney Mara and Evan Rachel Wood were my best dressed of the night! Was it just me or was the Golden Globes really digging the whole bad prom dress vibe this year?

Mara continued her flawless run of sublime gowns in Nina Ricci. She even makes the bows look badass. Hell yeah. Can’t say I’m not a little relieved she didn’t wear colour…that red Valentino threw me for a loop. I still pray for purple. Deep, vampy, glorious purple.

Evan stunned in Gucci. Insert startling amount of feather puns here. It was the ideal amount of black swan, and it totes rocked my world.

Honorable mentions to Tilda Swinton, who is continuously queen of my universe..

and that adorable dog!

I’m not the most fashion-savvy person with my personal wardrobe and I never agree with the fashionistas about red carpet gowns, but I do agree with Bronte: total Bad Prom Dresses going on.  So many terrible dresses.  And people get paid thousands of dollars for creating these really terrible dresses.  So many look like window curtains.  At least one dress from last night looks like they used the drapes I just took down in my room.  And all the glittery?  Did Selma Hayek looks like she raided a pre-millenium game show set and took their curtains.  I can just see Vanna parting Hayek’s skirt and heading over to the letter-board dias.  

Unless Maria Von Trapp is your designer, don’t look like you’re wearing upholstery, please! 

There’s really little in life cuter than my 2 year old nephew singing.

What I mean when I say Women want Clark Kent not Superman.

• Superman is the guy who is going to be constantly saving you.  I say that like it’s a bad thing.  Because it is.  Failure is a part of growing as a person.  Learning from what has happened and moving on from there is essential for everyone, including women.  If our parents or boyfriends or husbands are constantly doing things for us, constantly saving us then they’re treating us like children and we’ll never grow.  Think Nora in “A Doll’s House”.
• Superman is this male power fantasy.  He is super strong, super fast, has super hearing, has x-ray vision, can shoot laser beams out of his eyes, he can fly, he can survive high atmospheres and being in outer space.  He’s a big hulking guy who would probably crush you if he rolled over in bed… and not in a good way.
• Superman never communicates with Lois Lane.  He tells her some things but not others, partial truths; he never shares everything with her (and when he does he somehow wipes her memory!).
• Clark Kent is a soft spoken, hard working, clever, nice, amiable, nerdy guy.  Granted he neither tells Lois everything (but then she never delves very far does she?  She thinks she’s got Clark all figured out)…
• Clark will give you his coat if your cold.
• Clark will offer to pay the bill, but probably let you pay for yourself if that’s what you want.
• Clark will listen to you bitch about what’s bugging you without offering suggestions on what to do instead and he won’t try to fix anything for you.

Ok, so Clark Kent might be Superman so it’s really quite silly to compare and contrast a guy with himself, but, honestly, Clark is the more attractive of the two personalities.  He’s an honest to goodness real great guy, not a superhero in blue spandex.

I have some new stuff posted on Scribd.  I’d love to know what you think about it.

It’s a part of a series I’ve decided to work on that I’m calling (working title) Stories About Women.  It’s a collection of, gasp, stories about women.

I quite like No. 2’s “Your Gorgeous” by Babybird even though the lyrics are creepy as fuck, the music is poppy and fun.