so, i do have new stuff. . . but it involves pictures i forgot to upload just yet. . . . so it'll be another day or so i'm thinking. . . till then, has anyone else noticed that there's a new toothbrush that swirls or whatever called the 'hummingbird' or something like that. i'm pretty damn sure that one of the most popular vibrators is also called the 'hummingbird'. you think this is something that an oral hygiene product naming entity would check into.

MARK YOUR CALENDARS


MARK YOUR CALENDARS FOR NEXT SATURDAY. AS YOU MAY ALREADY KNOW, IT IS A SIN FOR A TALIBAN MALE TO SEE ANY WOMAN OTHER THAN HIS WIFE NAKED, AND THAT HE MUST COMMIT SUICIDE IF HE DOES.

SO THIS SATURDAY AT 4 P.M. EASTERN TIME ALL AMERICAN WOMEN ARE ASKED TO WALKOUT OF THEIR HOUSE COMPLETELY NAKED TO HELP WEED OUT ANY NEIGHBORHOOD TERRORISTS.

CIRCLING YOUR BLOCK FOR ONE HOUR IS RECOMMENDED FOR THIS
ANTI-TERRORIST EFFORT.

ALL MEN ARE TO POSITION THEMSELVES IN LAWN CHAIRS IN FRONT OF THEIR
HOUSE TO PROVE THEY ARE NOT TALIBAN, AND TO DEMONSTRATE THAT THEY THINK ITS OKAY TO SEE NUDE WOMEN OTHER THAN THEIR WIFE AND TO SHOW SUPPORT FOR ALL AMERICAN WOMEN.

AND SINCE THE TALIBAN ALSO DOES NOT APPROVE OF ALCOHOL, A COLD
6-PACK AT YOUR SIDE IS FURTHER PROOF OF YOUR ANTI-TALIBAN SENTIMENT.

THE AMERICAN GOVERNMENT APPRECIATES YOUR EFFORTS TO ROOT OUT
TERRORISTS AND APPLAUDS YOUR PARTICIPATION IN THIS ANTI-TERRORIST ACTIVITY.

GOD BLESS AMERICA.

thanks again gorris!

my former roommate, who i mentioned earlier is getting married this summer, has a blog about her experience as a marathon runner at the boston herald.

http://sports.bostonherald.com/marathon/blogs/

you can also see the picture of her and her fiance proposing to her after the nyc marathon

http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b3cf26b3127cce81a89b8f74b00000000610

POLICE WARNING

Police are warning all men who frequent clubs, parties and local pubs to be alert and stay cautious when offered a drink by any woman.
A date rape drug on the market called "Beer" is used by many females to target unsuspecting men. The drug is generally found in liquid form and is now available almost anywhere. It comes in bottles, cans, from taps and in large "kegs."
Beer is used by female sexual predators at parties and bars to persuade their male victims to go home and have sex with them. Typically, a woman needs only to persuade a guy to consume a few units of Beer and then simply ask him home for no strings attached sex.
Men are rendered helpless against this approach. After several Beers, men will often succumb to desires to perform sexual acts on horrific looking women to whom they would never normally be attracted.
After drinking Beer men often awaken with only hazy memories of exactly what happened to them the night before, often with just a vague feeling that "something bad" occurred. At other times these unfortunate men are swindled out of their life's savings, in a familiar scam known as "a relationship." It has been reported that in extreme cases, the female may even be shrewd enough to entrap the unsuspecting male into a
longer-term form of servitude and punishment referred to as "marriage." Apparently, men are much more susceptible to this scam after Beer is administered and sex is offered by the predatory females.

Please! Forward this warning to every male you know.

gorris sent this to me. . . thought others may enjoy it as well!

so. . i had a nice memory the other day, i don't think i've already blogged it, so here tis.

it was my senior year at emerson. i had personally discovered the reason why most theatre technicians walk with their heads hanging low once they pass their sophomore year. . . . we're tired, and we are scared of meeting someone's eye and being asked to put yet one more thing on our plate. i was having exactly one of those days. i figure if i looked dour enough, kept my pace brisk, and looked only at the ground i would discourage anyone from approaching me as i made my way to class. i'm sure it was close to the end of the year. it was rainy, and i think my main focus was the EVVY award show on the way. a very exciting, but rather stressing event.

i was crossing the boston gardens. . . it had just rained, and i made a quick glance upward to make sure that my path had no sudden interuptions. . . and there he was, one of the producers for the EVVY's. i really didn't want to get into a discussion on the subject, so i really put my face downward and sped up a little. then, i met his shoes. he had stopped right in my path. seth graham-smith (at least, i'm pretty sure that was his full name) a really nice guy, as far as tv (non tech) guys are concerned. . .i just didn't want to dealw ith whatever new idea he had. so. . . stopped in my path i said a quick 'hi.' he put his arm around my shoulder and said, 'i have a favor i want to ask you'

DAMMIT. . . i thought. . . . . . but i asked what was on his mind. he asked me to walk to the end of the path of the gardens before i cross to the commons and then take a second to look back towards arlington street. i gave him my beest, 'ok, i'm puzzled' face. and he quickly clarified.

'it's just rained, and the sun is setting. . . you can catch the sunset, as well as it's reflection in the puddles in the garden. . . . just do it.' he smiled and left.

i walked to the end of the gardens, and looked back. he was right. it was really wonderful. all the little puddles of saturated colors mirroring the sunset over the city. i remember i hadn't been having a good day. .. though i don't remember the specifics. and here was something that i had completely not anticipated. . . . he caught me so off guard, and his intentions were so sweet. damn him! i had kept my composure over whatever was angering me all day. . . . and there i was crying over something exceptionally sweet and pretty.

thanks seth.

here's something fun for y'all.

a couple of years ago i travelled home for the holidays. it was nice because i hadn't had the chance in a while and i got to hang out with dan (friend from highschool) my mom had already told me that she was really excited about one of the gifts she got for me-she said something about it being really adorable. . .

now, my mom and i don't exactly share the same view on what is adorable. so, i was slightly apprehensive. but i decided to let her be excited about it, and i would try to be the same upon opening it. that day i spent time with dan at the mall. granted, there isn't much in the massena mall, but we did some walking, and some giggling over the minature new ice rink that they added to attract shows like the ice capades- that could never fit in that size rink. during our walkings about, we came across one of those little areas in the middle of the mall walkway selling seasonal gifts. these gifts in particular we found to be a bit disturbing. they were small cats and dogs, meant to be cute, that were covered in rabbit hair, so if you touched them, they felt that real cats and dogs. the cats were usually in groups of two, nestled and sleeping in a basket. we were disturbed, and yet found it completely hilarious. . . because, well, we are both a little sick in the head like that.

lated that day, i was home. mom decided that my 'night before christmas' present was to be the one she was so excited about. on the site of opening it. i started laughing and fell to the floor. her 'adorable' present was the same disturbingly funny kitties sleeping in a basket that dan and i had seen earlier. i explaied the whole deal, and mom got a kick out of it as well. but the fun doesn't stop here folks!

dan came over the next day and i unveiled my gift, to which there was more spralling spasmatic bodies laughing on the floor. we came up with plan of places i could put it that would insite reactions. like in the back window of my car. . . how many angry aspca notes would i find on my windshield? later i discovered that you would remove the kitties from their basket. which made them seem like freeze dried kitties. you could toss them like a frisbee. . . . . . then, i discovered that they fit in other things as well. . . .

yes, sick and twisted i may be.

some fun photoshopping. . . this is a set piece from last year's madame mao.

well, some recent rain has given me a bit of a respite from my allergies, though i'm now told to watch out for further blooming since with extra water, plants will tend to surge in growth. . . yipeee! and thanks to my brother, i also have a new link up. i have no idea what was wrong with the old wireless card, but this one seems to work. another yippeee!

so back at the sfbc, but i've already finished my soup, and i didn't bring all the work with me that i wish i had, therefore there are possibilities that i will be back tomorrow to finish up some more stuff.

something that has been on my mind for a bit. . . completely off any prior subject i think. . .

marriage, or more to the point, weddings. . . not mine of course. but with my former roommate's (from emerson) wedding coming up this summer, i was thinking. . .this may be, well it's definitely the first conventional wedding i'll be going to, but thinking of my close friends, it may be one of the few conventional weddings i go to. (if i get the time off :) heeeheeeheee) so yeah, in recent years, i've been to 2 of my friends' weddings. the first, nana's.. . was in a sports bar that she had worked in earlier- installing the swanky sound system. she wore a really cute blue summer dress, and he wore a traditional japanese something or other -sorry, i don't know the name-and she's japanese, and he's jewish. it was a group all our friends, and sadly, because the knicks were doing well in the playoffs we had to cut the reception short due to a knicks party invading the place. i remember on the taxi cab over, al (her hubby) was running late, just getting his hair bleached. and in the rush, they both forgot the marriage liscence. so they ended up signing it later. it was a lot of fun, but not quite a church affair.

the next wedding did take place in a chapel, a vegas chapel. yep, mercedes and her hubby gordon got married in a vegas chapel during ldi (the lighting conference i get to see a bunch of my friends at). a few emerson friends were at the conference and were soon invited, though mer seemed really happy to have me there, i think i was one of her closer friends that was on hand. gordon's parents showed up, and seemed a little taken aback by the casuality of the rest of the people there. two other co-workers had carried a small inky to the wedding -through airport security and such- in order to have a fun light-up site gag as part of the wedding. they then each held cell phones up. . . on one was mer's mother and grandmother, and the other had mer's brother on the other end. mer wore a gorgeous mandarin style pink dress that she bought on ebay, and gordon wore a stylish slick suit, with a leather jacket it i remember correctly. gordon's family took us all out for a wonderful dinner afterwards, deep in the bellies of one of the casinos. again, it was a great time. and the wedding shots, which are taken by the chapel's photographer-this is how they really make their money- were supposed to be these cheesy posed things, but mer and gordon made it their own. then, of course- us emersonians never being much for rules- took a bunch of gag shots outside the chapel.

so jen's wedding, coming up, is really different. i don't know how mer and gordon proposed to each other, but i do have inside info that nana's and al's took place in the bathroom. (i'll let your imaginations wander) jen, is far more conventional. . . traditional?. . . i'm not sure of the right word to use here. she's girly. i doubt that she would have a bachlor/bachlorette party at a strip bar in vegas- yep, and i got to hang out with my boss there as well. it was really lame, even for a strip bar. the 'main act' was a dancer, and older woman with a dent in her ass, and she started singing, 'diamonds are a girl's best friend' or something like that. finally, it was definitely time to go!

where was i, oh yeah, jen. . .my former roommate. she's very classy, and her taste is very pretty and classic, very feminine. lots of small but tasteful floral prints in her outfits. and i do remember how she would set out all of her clothes for the next day each evening, which also included a complete set of jewelery that matched the colors and patterns. unless of course she was too smashed coming home from a party :)

anyway, her proposal was definitely romantic, as she is. yes, that's the word i was stretching for earlier, romantic. she took up running after college, which i think is amazing. i love it when my female friends take up physical challenges. she's taken to running several marathons now as well. boston and nyc. she was running the nyc marathon. her family, from queens was there to cheer her on. her fiancee was supposed to be covering a sporting event in boston, but he set the whole thing up. he was waiting at the finishline for her. wrapped in her silver heat blanket, all sweaty and i'm only guessing-completely exhausted. . . . her family and fiancee surrounded her and he got down on one knee and proposed.

i know. . . romantic, huh? i wouldn't expect anything less from her life. i used to find poetry/ graffitti written about her on hidden desks in the old emerson library. and not nasty stuff either. . . . frilly, complimentary, odes.

i've received her invite to the wedding. there will be a church involved and the family has already set up a block of rooms for the wedding party in a nearby hotel. i really want to get there for it. still have to put it by my bosses. i'd really love to share that event with her. and again, i'm sure there will be a handful of emerson friends there and it will be a lot of fun. . . but somehow i imagine a white wedding dress and a crying mother of the bride. . . not quite what i've been a part of lately.

then, there's dan. . . . who mentioned that he and his boyfriend had thought a little of doing something if this whole gay marriage goes through. right now it doesn't sound too good, but i would be so excited to be a part of his wedding. not that i'd put pressure on him at all, but i think it would be so much fun to be a best man, or maybe groom's maid, or best maid? hmmm. . . . what would that be called? not that the position exists let alone if up for grabs. . . . :) but i'd love to have a celebration with a group of friends. . . and dan, being one of my oldest friends, it would be that much more special.

anyway, yeah, that's whats been going through my head. . . on a gray day here where radiohead's 'ok computer' seems to be a good soundtrack for the day.