We soldiered the storm clouds last Thursday to see Geeneus, MistaJam and Ms Dynamite fill up Digital with an allsorts crowd of Kangol reppin’ jungle heads and 1st year blonde girls terrified of bass. Now, I gotta say I’m a painfully dedicated Ms Dynamite fan, if the Brownie Guides did a badge for reciting ‘Boo’ I’d have a gold plated one. So I was kinda tense at the prospect of seein Niomi Arleen McLean-Daley stepping back on to the sweaty stage and kicking out a hard party; BUT she ran the tightest show I’ve seen in ages.

A throbbing 40 minute set back 2 backed gleaming new tracks ‘Bad Gyal’ and ‘Lions Den’ with nostalgic explosions from ‘It Takes More’ and ‘Put Him Out’. A rush of UKG fanatical crowd jammed their way forwards, with girls hanging off beams and Dynamite plucking a few men out to lead some So Solid vocals, everything was on fire. There was total control and experience rattling out of that voicebox “I’m not a fucking DJ so don’t bother requesting, just get what you’re given and enjoy it” and it was totally enjoyed, even with a rotten apple VK in my palm and my jacket under every fucking photographers feet. I think at least 60% of the crowd pissed themselves when the chants of “hyperrrr” starting teasing out, and when Dynamite launched into ‘Boo’ it was a multi-heart attack for everyone between those balmy walls. It was like listening to it first time around in Falaraki wearing a camo print Morgan skirt and ugly wooden wedges from Faith; I could almost smell the fish-bowl cocktails and tropical vomit.

Nostalgia to one side, this was a fucking titanic night and when the long-long-long-time awaited album ‘Democracy’ FINALLY arrives I’m gonna gel my hair for a month in ode.

Start flexin that white tracksuit again- Dy-na-mi-tee:

I have to pee so freaking badly and the bathroom closest to my desk is closed for cleaning.  DAMN IT!  Do these people not know that my bladder has needs? 

Yeah, yeah, I know I could walk down the hall or go upstairs to pee, but then something terrible might happen.  People will see me walking into their bathroom and assume I have to poop because I’m not using the bathroom closest to my desk.  Then the rumors will start and everyone will think that I poop at work! 

That’s horrible!  I’d rather have people say that I date trainees and blow people in my cubicle.  At least that’s true.

I seriously am about to pee in my pants.  Maybe soon I’ll be known as the girl who peed in her pants on her birthday.

Patty, a farmer’s daughter, is daydreaming as she walks to town with a pail of milk balanced on her head.

She thinks to herself, “The milk in this pail will provide me with cream, which I will make into butter, which I will sell in the market, and buy a dozen eggs, which will hatch into chickens, which will lay more eggs, and soon I shall have a large poultry yard. I’ll sell some of the fowls and buy myself a handsome new gown and go to the fair, and when the young fellows try to make love to me, I’ll toss my head and pass them by.”

At that moment, Patty tossed her head and lost the pailful of milk. Her mother admonished, “Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.“

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Sunset at the Science Centre.

Pretty pink!

Science Centre for Body Worlds and Omnimax last week! loved both

am gonna westernblot my long weekend away so much for raving about how much i love weekends in one of my previous posts! damn depressing, just thinking about it. am currently doing extra experiments in my FYP lab, so i can’t possibly do them during working hours (conflict of interest, maybe? hmmm). so i’m left with weeknights and weekends.

i officially do not have much of a life to speak of. hopefully only till the end of this year.

gotta thank the bf for accompanying me whenever i go back on weekends, even though you’re technically not accompanying me cos you’re playing your game in the office! but still, it’s a nice feeling knowing that there’s someone waiting while i slog in the lab.

//edit: the bf complained that i complained about him on my blog! i sound like i’m complaining meh?? hahaha.

Why is it that cat’s never seem to age?  Once they reach adulthood they always look the same.  Dogs get a few grey hairs and they get that look about them. You can tell by looking if a dog is a senior. But it’s very hard to tell how old a cat is just by looking at their face.

This is Boo. She’s no long with us but this photo was taken when she was 20 years old.  That’s over a hundred years old in human age. Not a wrinkle.

Boo

And this is Sonny.  He just turned 17. Doesn’t look a day over 12 or 8 or 5. How would you know?

Sonny

Maybe that’s what 9 lives will do for you if you don’t use them up. But Lord knows Boo used up a few of hers in her younger years. I swear that cat could run faster scared than ANY other animal could run hungry.  Sonny’s 9 lives are still in tact. He just gets a lot of beauty sleep.  In fact I think that’s the only thing I’ve noticed about him as he ages. He sleeps more …if that’s possible. Maybe that’s why he’s so beautiful.  Hmmm, …must go take a nap.

Não conheço o Luwig pessoalmente, mas acompanho seu blog há anos. Ele costuma escrever verdadeiras epopéias, pois todos os seus posts são fundamentados até a última gota. Fazer chamada oral com o cara seria perda de tempo: é perguntar e já ouvir a resposta. Enfim, apesar de não ser um apreciador constante de quadrinhos dá gosto ler o que o cara escreve, porque dá pra sentir a saliva escorrendo pelo canto da boca e caindo no teclado. Ele não é freqüente, mas quando decide escrever, escreve mesmo.

E um de seus últimos posts ele me convidou a participar de um Meme, coisa que não acontecia há tempos e vale muito a pena. O último Meme que participei foi excelente e liberou um monte de filmes interessantes que estão desaparecidos. Precisamos fazer mais disso.

O fato é que na cabeça do Luwig apareceu um post sobre mulheres. Não sei se foi influência de sua musa inspiradora, ou se o cara é um romântico mesmo, sei que, pra variar, destrinchou como ninguém o assunto. E cá estou eu, na encruzilhada.

Como o tema é aberto, não acredito que escreva bem sobre quadrinhos como o Dogg (afinal, nem é tanto a minha praia), portanto decidi desmembrar minhas cinco mulheres no segmento de cinema, mais especificamente mulheres da Pixar. Por que escolhi os filmes da Pixar? Porque os conceitos e roteiros mais interessantes em animações para grande público apareceram de lá, e o tratamento dado à tridimensionalização dos personagens não fica apenas na esfera gráfica. Há personalidade, carisma, vida em cada um deles, sem exceção. A Pixar nivela por cima: se vai fazer um filme, vai fazer um puta filme. E a cada lançamento perdemos o rumo de onde a Pixar vai (ou pode) parar. E as mulheres da Pixar não são diferentes. Deixando de lado qualquer estereótipo, elas tem relevância similar a qualquer personagem principal masculino, o que já é um diferencial. Elas são fortes, respeitáveis e, principalmente, imprescindíveis para o homem, como uma força motriz, um ímã de certa maneira, um elemento chave para o bom andamento da trama. Por isso e por mais centenas de motivos, apresento aqui as minha 5 mulheres da Pixar.

(Aproveite e compre alguns deles que estão por 12,90 no Subs)

5) Dory / Procurando Nemo

Procurando Nemo nem é meu filme favorito da Pixar, mas é inegável o respeito que ele exala. É uma história moderna, tocante e ágil sobre a busca da paternidade e da amizade. Mas Marlim não conseguiria atingir seu objetivo sem Dory, a peixe com perda de memória recente. E como ela embarcou nessa parceria? Simplesmente falando sim a uma necessidade. Assim, na bucha, confiando plenamente. Alguém precisava de ajuda e ela fez o possível para ajudar. Confiança é algo que, apesar da prudência, deve ser ensinada desde cedo, pois é através dela que conquistamos os melhores amigos, fazemos os melhores trabalhos em grupo e estruturamos nossa família. E Dory foi até o fim para ajudar Marlin a encontrar Nemo, independente do que ele pudesse dizer ou pensar. Com seu bom humor e fé, ela mostrou que tudo dá certo no final. E o final poderia ter sido muito diferente sem ela. Compre aqui.

4) Jessie / Toy Story 2

Jessie é obstinada o suficiente pra roubar o papel de todo mundo em Toy Story 2. Sua história triste nos fez pensar nos inúmeros bonecos que deixamos pra trás no processo de crescimento. E ela fez isso sem nem ao menos pestanejar na alegria e na vontade de continuar, o que fez com que até Woody pensasse melhor sobre o que seria mais certo. Jessie leva o quarto lugar por ser o que qualquer mulher precisa ser pra deixar um homem bem: ser feliz.

3) Boo / Monstros S.A.

E quem diria que a pequena Boo deixaria o praticamente impecável Monstros S.A. muito melhor do que ele já era? Boo é a mais tridimensional das crianças já desenvolvidas na história do cinema, e ela nem existe. Toda a alegria, versatilidade e amizade estão ali, expressas nos olhinhos redondos e no sorriso gigante que ela expõe no rosto. Sem ela, Mike e Sulley nunca teriam se aventurado a enfrentar seus medos e a entender que não há melhor remédio contra o medo que a felicidade. Um filme excepcional, com um desenvolvimento de personalidades indefectível. Compre aqui.

2) Helena Pera / Os Incríveis

E não dá pra falar de mulheres da Pixar sem citar a mulher do Sr. Incrível. Helena Pera deixou de ser uma super-heroína por amor, para se dedicar a uma família, o que não é demérito nenhum, ao contrário, mostra-se uma tarefa até mais complicada do que o combate ao crime. Além disso, é ela que segura as brigas, os desânimos e as dificuldades. Literalmente, sem ela o Sr. Incrível provavelmente estaria morto. E é por isso, pela singularidade e por ser mulher, mãe, esposa e amiga que Helena Pera leva a medalha de prata. Compre aqui.

1)     Ellie / UP

Mas ninguém tira o primeiro lugar de Ellie. Os primeiros 20 minutos de UP são só dela. Tá ali, na telona, sem falar quase nada, mas expressando o suficiente para entendermos os motivos que levaram Carl Frederikson a se apaixonar e viver um vida feliz, sonhadora e cheia de esperança. Uma mulher que soube se dedicar ao marido, a passar por cima das adversidades e a cultivar uma vida nobre e feliz, inclusive surpreende (e comove muito) até em suas últimas atitudes.

E é isso. Se todos os estúdios de animação se dedicassem ao conteúdo tanto quanto ao visual, teríamos muitos outros motivos para ir ao cinema. Infelizmente, o que a Pixar faz nenhum conseguiu ainda, o que é muito triste, pois ver excelentes animações sofrerem do sentimento de “foi legal, mas poderia ser muito mais…” frustra. E as mulheres da Pixar são tão fundamentadas e coerentes quanto o possível. Não são ideais, mas tem defeitos e virtudes na dose correta.

E todo Meme tem a passada de bastão. E convido os sensacionais Vini, do Submundo Mamão, para a Cecília do Cenas de Cinema e para o Queiroz, do Escritos Malditos.

How scared you get when someone jumps out and says “Boo” vs. Age

Graph by: bob8065 via Graph Jam Builder

Here’s the final story about “Pepper”, the dog mentioned here and here and here!

From the rescuers:

I received a call from the lady at the radio station today…she went to the police station and checked the police reports to see if anyone filled in a report about a stolen dog. (I don’t think I knew they had such reports). Anyway, sure enough, the owner had gone to the police and filled out a report. So, she called me and said here is the name and number of the person that filled out the report, call and see if you have their dog. Well the first number was a wrong number, but the cell was the right one, so, I left a message. About an hour later a guy called and I described the dog, and he said, oh, I know that’s my BOO. (His name is Boo!), sorry, not pepper or big dog or black dog! I said let me e-mail you the flier…he said no, I’m getting in my car right now…my wife has been crying for a week.

Well, it was his dog, he came in and visited for about 45 minutes and offered to pay me the $250 reward he had offered…of course, I said no. I asked why  his wife didn’t come and he said if it was not their dog, she might have had a breakdown. Then he teared up and I started to cry. He told me where he buys special all natural dry dog food for him….he never gives him chicken and meat like I did. Guess that explains why he vomited the first day I had him.

The guy said they went to see a waterfall with friends Wed. (that’s when we found him), and left the dog on the dock. He said he always stays around and were shocked when they returned and Boo was gone. He thinks someone took him and then he got away. Someone definitely took him, because they don’t live anywhere near here, no way the dog could have gotten here by himself. He also said he wears a red collar that does not fall off, yet he did not have one on. They have been searching for him every day, but not in this area…..that’s why they did not see our signs. BUT…they DO go to the 2^nd vet we took him to, and they said he looks like this dog Boo, but that’s not Boo! (They were big time wrong!)

A friend of mine told me that Boo came into our lives for a reason….I’m sure that’s true….these are wonderful new people we have now met, and we are going out to dinner with them next Tues. So maybe they were meant to be our friends!

Oh man you guys I totally have internet right now must make post before it disappears!!!  It may or may not be set up by the people upstairs, I might just be stealing it from someone else…so I better make good use of it while I can?

Considering everyone who reads this is in freaking Japan right now, I’m really sure I have anything all that interesting to tell you…  Last week actually sucked read bad.  Real Bad.

I’ve been sick since last weekend (just a cold, kickin’ it old school) and I’ve had some trouble sleeping with the coughing plus the fact that my tattoo has been peeling all week and itches soooooo much (that’s pretty much stopped now thankfully), so Monday morning once I finally fell asleep around 4am it was pretty hardcore, and I ended up sleeping through about 6 alarms, and Amyna calling me 3 times, and was 2 hours late for work.  I was annoyed by this very much.  Wednesday I actually had the day off, as the shop was going to be open for part of the day with just Amyna and Rob working, and they would take care of my prep for me.  Went to the mall with Amy, but it was so busy and I was sick and cranky and tired so I didn’t enjoy it very much.  Then I get a text later that evening from my fearless leader saying she “ran out of time” and couldn’t do all my prep so I would have to do the muffins in the morning.  When I go in I find that the scones that she did make, she used the wrong mix for them (they look completely different, I would like to add) so I have to remake those too.  Thursday also happened to be the 12 year anniversary of my mom dying so I wasn’t overly chipper to begin with, and then with the added stress of having to do all my prep that morning in addition to all the things I should have been doing, I pretty much just cried for about the first hour of work.  I actually don’t think anyone noticed, I tried to turn away anytime someone came into the back, and avoided going out front all together.  No one said anything anyways.

I did nothing this weekend, just sat around and napped and watched tv and movies and drank lots of nyquil ( well that was throughout the week really, bought a nice big bottle on monday) and ate brownies.  And worked today, of course.

Well that was utterly depressing.  I’ll post some fun, nonsense post after this with plenty of ramblings and yay I have internet fun.

how do you like that, Google?

As you can see, I got my own search engine, in which case, IS WAY BETTER THAN GOOGLE AND BING COMBINED (Boogling?). Anyways, if you want to make YOUR very own search engine, click the link below.

Click it, click it real good (to create your own search engine)

Thanks to FunnyLogo

Here at AppMtn, it isn’t so very unusual to receive an outraged email or comment after I’ve said something less than flattering about a name.  The longer I write, the more keenly I think about the fact that these names are worn by real human beings.

So it is doubly thrilling when I write something and the parents are happy to discover the post.  Better still, they write about it on their blog.  Which brings us to adorable baby Estelle over at The Emperor’s New Crib.  Thanks to her parents, I now know that frikadelle means meatball in Danish.

A bunch of other random thoughts:

• I like Anneliese.  I can understand respelling her Annalise or Annalisa.  But Analyse?  Yup, I’ve just spotted a baby Analyse.  I don’t think her parents are psychiatrists;
• Anyone think True will catch on as a first name?  It’s sort of like a virtue name on steroids – far bolder than the established Grace and Faith, stark compared to the gently old-fashioned Felicity or Amity.  Actor Forest Whitaker has a daughter called True Isabella Summer.  True Jackson, VP is a Nickelodeon show ’bout a super-stylish teen who ends up heading up a line at an honest-to-goodness fashion label.  (And no, her mom’s name isn’t Kimora.)  The show is in season #2 and now airs on Nick UK an Nick Latin America;
• Nicole Kidman is about to return to the big screen as Claudia in the musical Nine. If it is half the hit of Moulin Rouge, the sadly neglected Claudia could finally get a boost.  After all, the devilish Satine still surfaces on message boards;
• I keep meaning to mention the compound name of my favorite project runway finalist – Carol Hannah.  I’m not wild about either name, but I find the combination strangely appealing.  Or is it too close to Poltergeist’s tragic Carol Anne?  I also heard a prospective model’s name mentioned during casting for the contestants’ shows – Drielle, which sounds a too much like a French power tool to be pretty;
• Nancy mentions strangely appropriate names – as in, a retail analyst named Tiffany Co.  I recently met a cantor named Aria and while chasing the kids around the Bass Outdoor Extravaganza Warehouse Winter Wonderland, I heard a camouflage-clad dad call his son Hunter;
• Bewildertrix spotted a Juno Alexandra Zénaïde, little sister to Hugh.  I agree with her – what a fabulous combo;
• Digital Spy talked with Emmerdale (it’s a UK soap) star Charlotte Bellamy about the names she and partner Mungo Denison chose for their three kids: sons Sunnie and Herbie and daughter Teddie Boo Florence;
• She’s not here yet, but Joey Lawrence tells Celebrity Baby Blog that Charleston’s little sister will be called Liberty Grace.

A few noteworthy posts you might’ve missed:

• Did you catch the Nameberry post on Old Lady Names?  It’s interesting to see how trends evolve – they report on the granny chic picks they’ve mentioned in each edition of Beyond Jennifer & Jason, now rebooted as Beyond Ava & Aiden.  They’ve definitely caught on in the DC ‘burbs – I can think of Ida, Mabel, Hazel and Elsie all in my ‘hood.  Funny to think that someday Cynthia, Barbara and Deborah will all sound fresh again, too;
• It’s no longer fashion limbo.  They’re now outlier names. Celebrity Baby Blog interviewed Nameberry’s Pamela Redmond Satran about names like Paulina, Bronwyn and Helena;
• Lastly, Xanthe Linnea has a great list of one-syllable names for boys.  I love Bram, Clark, Heath and Rhys.

Speaking of one-syllable boys, a year ago I was writing about Rex.

Thanks for reading, and see you next week!

Woke up today to find animal control parked outside my house. Turns out, the neighbor had called about a potentially ill raccoon in their yard that had decided to pop over to mine. The animal control officer had a look around, but didn’t find him so she took off on another call. About half an hour later, I thought that I’d at least go make sure it hadn’t wandered under the deck (there’s at least one rabbit living under there) and, bam!, the raccoon was just sitting there on the driveway. Poor guy, he did not look particularly perky. Especially after deciding to curl up out in the open, like this:

Not a happy camper

Anyway, the animal control officer came back and collected him after a very brief round of kicking. Probably had canine distemper. Sorry, little guy.

I have been meaning to post a link to an essay that we all should read and think about. A few months back this blog published, “Use A Long Handled Spoon When Dealing With Straight Leftists.”  I don’t think at this time we have to go into all the reasons why just go over and read it and add to the conversation. Well some of our favorite young queer radicals, queer revolutionaries, kids that don’t take, “Please, Please sir,” as the way to go have published over at Bash Back News a great essay. Now this Complaint needed to be published and we are glad it was. Here is one line that we at this blog says a lot about straight leftists and some anarchists—-

“Does this mean that in order for militant actions to be recognized by the broader Anarchist community as Queer all of the participants have to be laced in sequins and throwing glitter?”

The Queens of Trailer Trash open their radical complaint this way:

“On September 24^th some of the most militant politicized street protests the States have seen in nearly a decade countered the G20 summit in Pittsburgh. Anarchist Queers and Trannies were on the frontlines of this struggle; bringing the numbers, the flare, and the wrecking crews. Radical Queers fought police and did everything they could, with what they had, not to back down. A days worth of tear gas, rubber bullet attacks, and fending off straight-idiot-liberals, set the tone for what would be a night of ravenous Queer revenge.  A single march of 200+ Queers, Trannies, Womyn, POC, and some allies bashed the fuck back; causing the most property destruction contained to a single neighborhood in Pittsburgh during the protests. So other Anarchists, why the fuck are you ignoring us?”

This important complaint that should be brought to the attention of all Anarchist groups and meetings is titled, “Dear Straight Anarchist: WTF? A Radical Queer Complaint From Queens of Trailer Trash.”  Good reading, good writing and real good thinking. Be sure to read all 21 comments. As stated this Radical Queer Complaint should be taken up where ever Anarchists gather.  

P.S This old revolutionary queer is damn proud of our young queer radicals who fight the good queer spirit fight.

Tell BofA: No more Ken Lewises.

The papers are reporting that the scene inside BofA right now is chaotic. Lewis’ sudden ousting caught them off guard – and the man responsible for finding a new CEO cannot be reached because he’s “on vacation on a ship” until the end of the month.

Since it’s our tax dollars being pumped into BofA, we decided to help with the hiring process. Here are some ‘help wanted’ ads we’ve placed today:

Will you help by sending a message to BofA? Stop foreclosing homes. Start lending money again. And no more Ken Lewises.

The frenzy inside BofA right now isn’t new. It’s part of the same failed leadership and poor decision making that drove our country into economic turmoil. And it’s the exact opposite of what we need in Bank of America’s next CEO.

Let’s send a clear message to BofA. Stop foreclosing homes. Start lending money again. And no more Ken Lewises: http://action.seiu.org/newceo

Thanks,
John VanDeventer
SEIU.org/bigbanks

Click on over to SEIU action page and take action. HERE.

Boo!

Medro!

BOO!! Did I scare you? If  I didn’t, this thing will…

AHH! It's hideous!

 Yup, it’s scary, burns my eyes just looking at it… JK that’s not scary, the Creators made that costume for the Monsters Inc. ad, probably because the theater prize was so LAME!  Okay, now where’s the script to the rest of this post… Well, I can’t find it…  Well…

THE END!

They say watched pots never boil.  And although it is most applicable as a metaphor, things really do seem to take a longer time to cook when you’re eyeing it.  I can’t even begin to count how many times I’ve stirred a pot full of food on an empty stomach and it feeling like it took an eternity to finally be ready.   But this expression got me to thinking about how many other areas in our lives this concept applies to.   And the truth of the matter is that it’s all a matter of perspective.  In all actuality it takes the same amount of time to cook the same meal whether you’re hungry or full but your condition is going to color your perspective greatly and I’d argue that the same is true of relationships.

Why does it seem that the more you want a relationship, the longer it takes to finally come about?  The more you desire companionship, the further away all prospects seem to be?   I’ve come to learn that it’s the same principle as the watched pot, it always boils… eventually, just not as fast as we would have liked.  So what do we coin a new phrase?  Watched relationships never come to fruition.  Only they do, with time, they spring up from even the most deserted fields of singleness.  The seed of it had been hidden so deep underneath the parched surface it was almost impossible to believe it was there.  But it was and it does spring up when you least expect it. 

So what are you waiting for?  Get on with your life.  Enjoy it.  Single life is time you never get back once you take that plunge into the never-ending abyss of love, romance and coupledom.  Stop watching and waiting for life to start once you find a boo and start watering your life with new discoveries of you!  It’s only when you try to run on empty that you’re heightened to the emptiness that’s around you to distract you from the real emptiness that’s with in.