God Hates Goths!
1/25/2007
I find this particular anti-goth hate-site to be amusing for all of the wrong reasons. Granted, I can think of better things to do with time and money than to dress up like a pale drag queen or undead asian doll, but it's rather sexy on some people and I have to admit to dating two or three goth gals in my younger days.
So as a tribute to Patchouli Julie and her skinny vampire lovers, I now present...
God Hates Goths . com
Disclaimer: No, I do not support the positions of this hate-site. Just found it amusing. Crazy hate-filled fundies can always provide a good healthy laugh. And laughter's the best medicine, eh?
posted by novachild @ Thursday, January 25, 2007,
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The Ice Storm
1/21/2007
It's the waning of a record-breaking ice storm in Tulsa. I write this in the comfort of my apartment, warm and cozy, enjoying a long week of being stuck mostly at home, not having to work so much, having been gifted with the company of a close friend who came to visit last weekend and has been stranded here because of the weather and my ailing vehicle.
The car situation has been frustrating. The ice storm hit, and then my car decided to break. Once the engine starts to get warm, the radiator begins to steam. I've been making small trips, but I haven't been able to drive further than two miles from my house, and that's only if I can allow the car to cool down once I reach my destination. The head gasket is leaking, causing back pressure in the coolant system that intends to blow out everything between the gasket and the reservoir. Fortunately my 2006 tax return should be arriving in my bank account within a week, because it will take all of it plus an additional $200 to repair the engine. *sigh* I will try to get that knocked out this weekend so I am mobile again, ready for longer trips and possibly a few weekend vacations.
Still, life hasn't been all that bad. I would never have chosen South Tulsa as a living location if it were not for the proximity of my work, but other advantages have cropped up in the light of my vehicular challenge. I'm only a mile or so from pretty much anything. Super Target for groceries, Cinemark 16 and Movies 8 for my cinema addiction, and there's a crappy sports bar down the street if I'm desperate enough for a drink and a game of pool. I'm not thrilled about Starbuck's, but it's there, right next to Panera Bread and Kohl's and Michael's Art and Framing supply store. It could be worse. I find myself surrounded by mostly white people with good teeth and perfect complexions, a contrast to the rougher-looking people and mixed nationalities of my old neighborhood.
I miss the sincerity of the old neighborhood. Contrasted with the picture-perfect happy families of South Tulsa, the bleach blondes and the sporty males, the mega stores and Starbuck's on every corner, the difference in culture and 'village' dynamic has struck me as extremely surreal. In this new neighborhood, there is no 'village dynamic.' Life in South Tulsa is fueled by consumerism, squeaky clean WASP culture, and a meat market mentality. The old neighborhood was run-down, worn and weary, yet honest and functional. You wouldn't find a Starbuck's there no matter how hard you looked, but it wasn't a long journey to find a place to immerse oneself in local art, hard living and the sweet release of fair trade espresso.
I'm finding myself getting back into the swing of things. My musical endeavors are warming back up, and I'm discovering that there are a few people in my circle of friends whom I can rely on for good conversation, rabid trips to the movies, and warm, fuzzy memories. Life has been throwing me every challenge in the book lately, from health problems to car and financial burdens, but at least I'm self-sufficient and capable of pulling through on my own. What more could I need?
Movies. I've watched nearly everything at the theater, some worth paying for, others not. In the last couple of weeks, I've seen Pan's Labyrinth (a MUST SEE), Children of Men (a definite MUST SEE), Stranger Than Fiction (quirky and worthwhile), Deja Vu (don't waste your money), The Prestige (twice, great F'in movie), Curse of the Golden Flower (good but forgettable), and Jonestown, an excellent documentary on the Jim Jones massacre. My friend Jennifer has been the best movie buddy; it's nice to find someone willing to indulge in one of my greatest passions.
My pantry is full and I rarely eat out anymore. And I've managed to squeeze into jeans two sizes smaller. So all is functional and moving upward in my life at the moment. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that things continue to go in a more positive direction.
posted by novachild @ Sunday, January 21, 2007,
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Ugh.... Another Bad Dream, LOL
1/12/2007
I forget dreams so easily, so this time I thought I'd get straight up and log into blogger... even though this is a horrible, horrible dream that may leave you cramping with nausea if you have even the remotest point of reference *chuckle*.
In the dream, I was at a Sci-Fi convention dressed in a faux Han Solo outfit with two giant supersoakers for guns under my belt. Everything about the costume was wrong somehow. Purple leather cape. Santa Claus belt. Ugh. I was single, and the only passing flirtations I received was a fat, gay, swinging couple with horrible BO. Together they would have weighted over 1,000 lbs, so no... not very sexy. I did NOT wake up aroused. *chuckle*
Of course, this is standard at a SF convention. Walking into certain social circles at Conestoga (local con) has often reminded me of those bathrooms at the lake. You know, those round outhouses made of tin or fiberglass with the rusty metal toilet seat and who knows what crawling around down there, baking in the sun for weeks at a time. But these wafts of fragrance are much worse, especially when they are eating all of the cheetos in the gamer room, so when they sweat they smell of processed orange cheeze and BO, and whatever they drank last night at a room party, and it's still all on their tee-shirt getting crusty, and the scent literally crawls from their armpits and jams its tentacles into the unsuspecting noses of its victims.
The most frustrating part of the nightmare: in place of the massive, endless junk food table, which is always a feature at cons (and boy do I love those special brownies), the committee of the 'nightmare con' decided to hire caterers this time. A massive food bar full of exotic, healthy things was available for only $3. Sounds great, right? The only trouble was, after spending what seemed like hours digging through to find the 2-3 vegetarian items they had, I ended up spilling everything on the floor. That's when I woke up, in a frozen panic, frightening the hell out of my cats who were sleeping next to me.
My apologies for any stereotyping here. It seemed funny somehow at 5:57 in the morning. Plus I haven't posted regularly in awhile, so it seemed appropriate to do a bit of dream journalling here. In any case, yes, I've been to a few conventions, and yes I will go to more. I love them when all the elements are present. But you have been warned. There are small pockets of SF cons that are the real-world equivalent of the 'Bog of Eternal Stench.' If you are attending a convention this year, be prepared.
Cheers.
Labels: conventions, dreams
posted by novachild @ Friday, January 12, 2007,
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