So… the girl from the blind date read my last blog (I gave it to my friend and she passed it along). Only problem is that it made her feel kind of bad and me look like I was desperately impatient. And now that I re-read it from her perspective, I feel bad! Cause I can totally see her point.

Sure, I started off with the “Oh me! Oh my! How lame, oh lame, am I?” crap, but at the end it could easily be interpreted like I was putting it all on her by saying she now had my contact info but hadn’t contacted me! Like that’s fair! I’m the lame one that didn’t talk to her on our date! And, of course, that wasn’t what I meant (famous last words)! The part about her not contacting me yet was there for dramatic affect. Anyone that knows me knows I do that!

Oh, but wait, she doesn’t know me! I didn’t talk to her! How could she know that?

You know, sometimes, I can be really stupid!

But, there is a silver lining! We do still have the second date planned. It looks like it will be sooner then I originally thought (YAY!). And, best of all, she’s still looking forward to it! (thus the title of this post)

So, blind date girl (no I’m not giving you guys her name), if you happen to read this, please understand that while I may be an idiot at times, I’m usually a well-intentioned idiot. And, that I’m sorry for not talking to you in the first place. I promise, I totally plan on talking to you on our next date! In fact, I stopped on my way home tonight and bought some Miracle Grow (I checked, it says it works on nuts) just to make sure!

Still single… but hoping!

Scott

Oh, and just to clarify, this is not desperately impatient. This is anxious and excited.

OK… I really have to shut-up now!

It is impossible to make people understand their ignorance; for it requires knowledge to perceive it and therefore he that can perceive it hath it not.

if u want a war, i give you one…if u want a peace, i have much chance to you

Sometimes I wonder what other women are like on first dates and if they take the online dating thing more seriously than I do. Last night I had the pleasure of observing this first-hand.

I was sitting by myself at a candle-lit restaurant in Soho waiting for a friend who was running late. The Mexican waiter who had a mountain of grease infested hair on his head, kept giving me the eye and would wink at me every time he passed by. He offered me a drink “on the house”…and I foolishly accepted, which basically was like inviting him to pester me all night. I should’ve known better given my experience at the age of 13 with a similar Mexican waiter named Moses, who at the time told my mom he would one day marry me and asked her to never let me wear lipstick in front of the boys at my school. Gross.

As I sat there, quietly sipping on my cocktail, I was shaken up by a gruesome gurgling and high pitched sound coming from the table next to me. “Ahhh hahahahahahahhaha gaaaa ahahaha!!” Alarmed, I turned to discover the source of this horrendous laugh. She was a pale redhead with freckles around the age of 35. When this unattractive lady wasn’t laughing, she would just have an awkward worried expression on her face. There was a stench in the air…it was her desperateness.

Her date was at least five years younger than her, and would smile in embarrassment every time she’d let out the laugh. She not only had the most annoying laugh I had ever heard, but pink blotches started appearing around her neck and chest. Great, I thought…she is clearly breaking out in hives on what seems to be a first date.

However, the hives didn’t stop her from saying what no woman should EVER say on any date, “Yeah Josh, I’ve been on Match.com for about two years now. I was seeing this guy I met on the site and I really liked him…and then he just disappeared. I was heartbroken. I hope you’re not like that. I really want to find that special someone.” The poor dude shifted in his chair and let out a cough. He needed saving.

Then she smiled and leaned in closer to him and asked, “You won’t just disappear on me, right?” I watched in terror as she broke out in more hives. Was this woman out of her mind?! I started fantasizing about starting a 101 dating course for inept women like her or just about how maybe all women like her should be banned from ever having an internet connection. Imagine all those poor guys who would be saved…

‘Josh,’ who I could tell was uncomfortable with having this crazy bitch so close to his face, leaned back in his chair and answered, “Don’t worry about that.”

“Well good, now that that’s settled!” she let out the loudest gurgle laugh again.

But her verbal diarrhea continued. “Ya know, I’ve been thinking of buying a dog, unless I meet someone on Match soon. I think a pet would make it less lonely, don’t you think? I would probably have to get a dog walker during the day though.” I wanted to yell at her date and tell him to LEAVE. What the fuck was he sticking around for?! To make matters worse they were only on the first course and she was too distracted by his presence to even focus on eating her appetizer.

The whole thing was making me nervous, and I wasn’t even the poor fool on the date with her. My friend finally arrived and I got to tune out for a while. When ‘Josh’ was getting the check, I glanced over and noticed that Ms. My Desperateness Gives Me Hives was visibly drunk. Her laugh kept bouncing off the walls and now she was trying to get him to go home with her…hives and all. He told her he had to run to meet a friend but that he would call her. “AHhhhh gagagaga hahahahaha, you BETTER call me!” Then her laughing stopped and the worried face was back, “You probably won’t call…”

Bottom line: some people are just inept daters and they don’t know it. Just sucks for the rest of us who ever have to get stuck on a date with them.

As we all know Twitter was a micro blog website. Well no more. Mr. Biz from Twitter announced that they are now on the search for acquisitions. http://www.readwriteweb.com/archives/what_apps_should_twitter_acquire.php

So if you have a great product and are looking for someone to buy your company, look for Biz Stone on Twitter. I wouldn’t suggest actually going IN business with him though. Just sell.

Side note: Compete.com has US Twitter traffic down by half a million uniques a month for October. My forecast is starting to come true.

This is the most funny thing I have ever seen!

This girl can’t sing. Well neither can I!

But she is really cute.

I’m depressed. I don’t see any point in life anymore. I can hardly get out of bed in the morning and yet I still can’t sleep at night. Whenever I do get a few hours sleep my dreams are always strange and unsettling, which leave me worried and anxious. I never feel happy. Nomatter how I try and distract myself with things such as voluntary work, guitar, studying, my friends, I still feel so depressed and most of the time I loathe myself. I loathe everything about me. From the way I look, to all the things I have failed at, to everything I’ve ever done that has hurt someone. I hate the things I think. It’s not normal to want to kill yourself every hour of every day. I know that.

I know that it’s treatable, but in my family theres not one person who’s been totally cured of their mental illness. My father has been on antidepressants for years now, my Granda has suffered from chronic depression and S.A.D. My Grandas sister was bipolar, and a poorly controlled one at that. I’ve had two suicides in my far out family circle and yet no one has ever been cured. I mean, looking at my family history doesnt leave me with much hope. While it’s true that medicine may come up with a proper cure for depression someday, I’m not sure if I’ll be around to see that day.

I know that suicides not the answer. It’s a permanent end to a temporary problem. But my temporary problem seems to have been with me all my life. I attempted suicide for the first time when I was 13/14 I can’t remember my actual age. But as far back as when I was 9 and 10, I might have been playing or having fun, but I would feel sad. For no reason. My clearest memory of that is when I was on a school trip in primary school, I might have been 9 or 10 at the time and we went to a swimming pool/adventure place. I remember me standing in the water, with all my friends, and really feeling sad. And I still don’t know why. It was like a heartbreaking sadness, like one that makes you tear up and want to cry.

Ever since I was a little kid I’ve loved books, I love immersing myself in another world, in another person’s life for a few hours. I try and escape from the drudgeries of this life by reading fantasy novels, daydreaming about things and generally tuning the world out. When I was in primary school I was bullied because of my love of books and the way I never used to be involved in any of the fun or badness the other children were up to. Because I was different in this way, I got picked on for two years, in p4 and p5, where I would have been 7 or 8years old. Even now I’d nearly rather read a good book than go out and get wasted in some nightclub somewhere.

Because of the bullying, I had very few, if any friends for two years. Even now I find it hard to read people. I don’t know when someone is angry at me or just tired. Whether they’re laughing at me or with me. And as I’m so paranoid, I usually end up taking things the wrong way and starting an argument. Nowadays I have a few pretty good friends. I have a large enough social circle-people I’d chat to, but wouldn’t count as friends I could talk to about anything meaningful.

I don’t know. I feel so sad and depressed all the time. It’s really hard to explain to someone who hasn’t experienced it. Somedays I have been doing something like ironing or studying, and I just feel so sore both inside my head, my heart and my chest. And then I can’t stop crying. It feels like I’ve actually slowed down, both mentally and physically. Even my parents have noticed, sayin how I’m so slow doing things etc.

I get really angry too. At myself mostly, which then is deflected into anger towards people around me, mostly my family. It makes me feel guilty that I get so angry with them for stupid things, when I know that it’s really my problem, not theirs. I’m starting to lose hope. I’ve lost any hope of living a happy life. I can’t even remember the last time I was really happy to be honest. I can’t see myself having any sort of a future, in anything. I’m only 19, and yet for the last 9 or 10 years of my life, I have wanted to be dead. My family would be better off without me, my friends wouldn’t really notice me gone anyway, apart from a couple, and I don’t contribute anything to anyone at all anyway.

I’m depressed

Midge

Rejection is something we have all experienced. Many of us have been rejected by our families, our church, a prospective school, employer, or publisher. As humans, we have a huge capacity and desire for love. The biggest rejection of them all is by a love interest.

I will admit that I used to watch talk shows on a regular basis. My favorites ones were The Maury Povich Show and of course The Jerry Springer Show. I just never had enough of these guests who would willingly go on their shows and sometimes even embarass themselves on national television. Private rejection hurts, but public rejection is the ultimate worst.

I can’t count how many times I watched as a woman in love was ruthlessly rejected by her man. Some were so broken down and desperate for love that they would beg for affection, hoping that he would stay with them. There are women who have purposedly gotten pregnant, thinking that he would step up to his responsibilities and marry them. Ladies, no man is ever going to respect you if you don’t respect yourself first.

As woman, the matters of the heart never come easily. It’s usually an emotional rollercoaster with plenty of heartache. Many of us know how to mask the pain well, while others crack under the immense pressure, struggling to put back the pieces. Although I am considered too young to know the game as you would call it, I’ve had my fair share of love. I have had enough experience to have a good idea of relationship do’s and don’ts. With every year that passes, I know there will be more added to both sides of the list, but in the meantime, here’s what I  have learned.

This post is mainly for the ladies. For the men who may choose to read this, feel free to take notes, or better yet submit a response.

First things first, men do not validate you! YOU VALIDATE YOURSELF! Too many women have been killed as a result of domestic violence. If he isn’t treating you well, move on. Your life is worth more than him.

Second, please don’t waste your time waiting patiently by the phone for his call. Nor, are you to jump the minute it actually rings. The last thing to do is wait on them hand and foot. Once it starts, it’s usually hard to break away from it.

Third, why oh why do we allow men to have so much weight on our appearance and behavior? You are your own individual. You can take his opinion and suggestions under consideration. His words are not law. Remember that!

Fourth, compromise is essential in any relationship. You can cook on this day and he can step and cook for you every now and then. Thankfully, God creates us with two hands and two feet, why not use it?

Fifth, have you ever wondered why some men expect you to dress a certain way with them showing the curves and other assets that are now off the market? Then expect you to dress like a nun when they’re not around. Uhh, ladies the word is balance here.

Sixth, women tend to lose their dignity and self-respect trying to build the ego and confidence of their man. I’m not saying it’s wrong but the job is not entirely yours. They have to carry some of that responsibility too. You can’t do all of the work.

Seventh, trust your instincts and make the decision for yourself. It’s great to have the support of your family and friends, but it isn’t always guaranteed. Before you get into any relationship, make sure he is exactly what you’re looking for. Never settle and don’t even think that you have the mystical power to change who he is. The last thing you want to do is look back five years later at time wasted on a brother who won’t settle down with you or worse.

Eighth, avoid drama. It’s not a good look nor does it do any good for you. You ever notice that even when it’s the man’s fault, the women are always the ones stressing. It’s always the women fighting, cussing. pulling hair. The man just stands aside watching the show. Give the blame to whomever it belongs. Regardless of the situation, you’re a woman first. So act like a lady at all times.

Ninth, we need to draft a woman’s bill of rights. Some men, nowadays, take women for granted and need a big wake-up call. I am not your mother. I will not baby you. If you want to be a grown man, you will be treated like one and nothing less. No I will not run all around town with a metrocard, when you have a perfectly good and working car. No I will not wash your drawers when you still live at home with momma. No I will not do the grocery shopping so that you and your boys can have snacks during the game. When was the last time you took me out?

Tenth, women need to be united. Enough of this backbiting, creeping, man-stealing foolishness. Enough of the weave fights and expensive hair repairs. Cut the car-keying and tire-slashing.

If you can’t handle a relationship and the twists and turns involved, DON’T DATE!

18 de noviembre

CANAL SONY a las 22:00 hrs, SKY 202, CABLEVISION 212

Desperate Housewives ABC 2009 / Sony entertainment

Los habitantes de Fairview se enfrentan a un ataque en su vecindario, Lynette mantiene un secreto de Susan, Gabrielle le da consejos a su sobrina Ana para llamar la atención de un chico en particular. Mientras tanto Bree está preocupada por saber si su relación con Karl podría afectar su amistad con Susan, y Angie se propone proteger a su hijo y al pasado de su familia.

I had to shoot this. Saw my dog whining and I look over and this is what I saw. Poor little guy just wants a crumb.

I don’t believe in the X Factor, the programme, or the definition of someone having said X Factor. The X Factor is so much more difficult to define than a teenager with a wacky haircut and the latest warble to be deemed fashionable by multi-millionaires with a heartfelt passion for a certain part of the music business (that being the business part!)

 I read an interesting article about getting a thousand loyal fans in order to make your musical career sustainable. May not seem like a lot of people but it really is. If you play to 100 people in a night, I reckon 10% will take an interest/compliment you/want to know more. Of those 10, probably 10% will take it further. Therefore, if my maths serve, 1000 gigs will get you 1000 fans, if you’re lucky and work like a lunatic.

But if you’re a teenage desperate who has made it to the big X Factor shows, it’s all there. You do passable, sometimes terrible, occasionally great versions of karaoke favourites, thus appealing to the watching masses music-wise. You’ve already bypassed the need to connect socially with prospective fans via the internet or by other means because your emotional rise to the top has been documented in the series, plus you’ll be splattered all over the tabloids so everyone already feels a connection with you. If you win your CD makes it into the record shop and onto the interweb thanks to the all powerful machine backing you up. If you’re a runner up there’s still a chance your album will make it onto the supermarket shelves. I now browse the CD section and see completely unfamiliar faces next to Michael Jackson and the Kings of Leon with inspiring album titles like ‘This Time’ and ‘Believe’ with one new formulaic song and 10 cover versions. It’s a brilliant setup – genius! It totalIy bypasses the uncertainty of where your next fan is coming from. I’m not belittling the people who make it to the finals – it is immensely hard work performing in any way. I also applaud the makers and the panel for creating something that draws people in, gets the whole nation debating and on the edge of their seats and makes them lots of money whilst bringing some young hopeful’s dream to fruition for a month or two.

 The only problem I have with this fruitful setup is with the other side of the music business – the music side. I briefly saw a panel show, Xtra Factor or something and Joss Stone was commenting about the programme being all about the singing. It’s not. It’s about drama. It’s about ‘is Cheryl going to cry this week?’; ‘is Louis going to walk out again?’; ‘is one of the contestants going to swing for Cowell?’ The panel are the only real celebrities on the show, the only famous ones, and probably the only ones with the X Factor – in their case the X Factor being their ‘Panel Personality Traits’. Oh, and Dermot (lovely, lovely Dermot.) And it’s the drama of the contestant’s struggle, how they have progressed in just 6 short weeks, caterpillar to butterfly, what they had to go through or sacrifice to reach the final – who needs Eastenders? But it’s not about music. It’s not about a song you can listen to for 20 years and still love passionately. It’s not about a band that you grow with and love more every time you see them live, watch a video, find out they are lovely as well as brilliant. If you want music, watch Later…With Jools Holland – a programme I always, and I mean always, love when I see it because of it’s diversity and for it’s unashamed love of just watching people performing.

The X Factor is great television. And what, I hear you cry, has it done for music? Well, the X Factor is great television. 

The point of this rant? The next time someone says, ‘you’re a musician? Why don’t you go on X Factor?’, I shall perhaps reply, ‘because I’m a musician’ or I shall perhaps direct them to this post.

And to you, the X Factor viewer. Do me a favour, instead of watching it next week, try one or all of these ACTUAL MUSICIANS instead. You don’t have to go out to find them (links included) but you do have to put more effort in than just sitting with the remote and a bag of Maltesers (mmmmmm, Maltesers, sounds good!) 

 Here’s 13 bands/singers and their links that I have discovered on my travels that I love or find interesting and think you should try discovering too:

Josh Rouse

http://www.myspace.com/joshrouse

Gemma Hayes

http://www.myspace.com/gemmahayes

Sad Day For Puppets

http://www.myspace.com/saddayforpuppets

Hope & Social

http://www.hopeandsocial.com/

Sketches

http://www.myspace.com/sketchesband

Bell X1

http://www.bellx1.com/

Dave Thorne

http://www.myspace.com/thedavethorne

Matt Costa

http://www.mattcosta.com/home

Ahmond

http://www.myspace.com/ahmondband

Bent

http://www.bent-world.com/site2/home/

Angus & Julia Stone

http://www.angusandjuliastone.com/a_book_like_this/index.htm

The Swell Season

http://www.myspace.com/theswellseason

The Milk And Honey Band

http://www.myspace.com/themilkandhoneyband

Vous vous rappelez sans doute des campagnes Neuf qui mettaient en avant des publicitaires discutant de la nouvelle pub de Neuf… Le concept était d’insérer un tableau dans le tableau afin de grossir – incognito – les traits “lourds” d’une réclame.
Voici maintenant un spot “so british” – découvert par Laura Dunn, notre envoyée spéciale à Londres – qui ravira sans doute les fans de Desperate Houswives…
Le concept utilisé est quasi-similaire à celui de Neuf Télécom. En effet, l’actrice Marcia Cross se voit proposer un contrat pour une campagne publicitaire… le tout formant au final la publicité elle-même. Jusque là rien de révolutionnaire mais je vous laisse découvrir l’annonceur…

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Μια μεγάλη έκληξη, και όχι ευχάριστη περιμένει την Lynette στο τελευταίο επεισόδειο του κύκλου. Μια επιπλοκή στην εγκυμοσύνη της θα την αναγκάσει να αποχωριστεί ένα από τα δύο παιδιά που κυοφορει. Το άτυχο – αγέννητο βρέφος θα μπορούσε να σωθεί από τους γιατρούς αλλά θα παρουσιάζε κάποιου είδους γεννετική ανωμαλία. Έτσι οι Scavo θα αποφασίσουν να το ρίξουν… tragic!!!

Desperate Housewives

Desperate Housewives, 20h40 sur M6

Trop laide pour moi

L’attitude déplorable d’Orson encourage Bree à se mettre à la recherche d’un avocat spécialisé en divorce. Katherine, de son côté, a une discussion franche et sérieuse avec Mike sur l’avenir de leur relation. Mais celui-ci se dérobe à ses questions. De leur côté, Lynette et Tom tentent d’attiser les braises de leur libido. Tandis que Gabrielle prend conscience du mal-être de sa fille Juanita, Susan a la surprise de voir revenir Jackson, qui lui fait une proposition des plus inattendues. Enfin, la police ne lâche pas Dave et l’interroge une fois de plus sur son emploi du temps le soir de l’incendie…

Epouse-moi… un peu

Bree cache à Orson quelles sont ses intentions. Elle semble prête à tout pour parvenir à ses fins, quitte à perdre sa maison. De leur côté, Susan et Jackson se marient pour que ce dernier ne soit pas obligé de retourner au Canada. Enfin, un témoin des méfaits de Dave refait surface…

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