I think maybe I shouldn't have criticized that chair masseuse for making me feel guilty about being so tight. Since then, I've had the most amazing back pain - bad enough that it send me to bed a couple of times yesterday.
I like that drawing though, but I had to give the doll my green eyes; otherwise, the voodoo magic wouldn't work, you see.
Something odd just happened: on the way home, I stopped at a local bookstore to indulge in a chair massage. Unlike some places, these people are well-trained and generally know what they're doing, so I trust them more than some others.
I've done this a few times in the past, and I'm used to having the masseur comment on how stiff and uptight my back is. (as if my back wouldn't be stiff and uptight like the rest of me!)
But this was the first time I've had one complain that I was so stiff that I made her have to work too hard. Whiny bitch!
I had some time to play around online the past couple of days, so I've come across some new (to me, at least) 'blogs to add to my list of sites that I don't have time to visit more than once a week.
Boys Will Be Boys caught my attention with his Corbin Fisher guys masthead. So far this seems like another collection of random guys, but this one has a few I've never seen before. And anyone who appreciates Paul Walker is worth checking with periodically.
American Urge hasn't been updated since early November, so I may have again found a 'blog that died before I first laid eyes on it. But page 1 had both Kerry Degman and Edilson Nascimento on it, so at least I like the guy's taste. 'hope he resumes posting.
I've only visited Deep Dish a couple of times so far, and to be honest what I've seen is far from deep. But it has been entertaining, and I'll keep going back, if only indulge the fantasy that the guy on the masthead is actually the one writing.
Through my darling Auntie Vera (I hope I can call him that), I discovered Rants of a Diva, a 'blog written by a cute 20-year-old college student to talks about movies more than I do. Visit him if only out of respect for his tagline: "Forget Eve...It's All About Me."
And thought-provoking though free of eye candy, a friend emailed me a link to Your Hillbilly Aunt Shelleand her post entitled "An Agnostic's Guide to Surviving the Bible Belt."
Of course, Austin is relatively un-belted for the most part, but we're right in the center of the state where the Governor once declared that "If English was good enough for Jesus, it ought to be good enough for the rest of us!" so this column may tell me some useful coping mechanisms.
Rather uneventful day today. Cleaned a little. Worked a few hours, without actually finishing anything. And took an actual nap for the first time in a very long time.
The only thing I actually finished today was to count my books. And there are about 1,600 of them. Hmm, I thought I had more than that.
Anyway, now that they're all shelved and counted, the next step is to cull through them and get rid of many of them. For the remaining four months of this lease, I plan to dedicate my free time to getting rid of a lot of the stuff I've accumulated: books, papers, clothes, etc. My 18-months of unemployment/near homelessness has really altered my priorities in a good way. Now that I see how little is really vital for life, I don't want to have all this stuff around.
If you haven't seen it already, you might be interested in checking out the photographs of David Gandy as Superman in the Jan 2009 issue of Vogue. Normally I ignore magazines, but these seem worth the look.
Notice the restrained way Superman isn't looking up the little girl's dress. ...while the woman is watching.
Come to think of it, he doesn't seem very interested in either woman. Hmmm...
I don't know whether it's because of all the football... uh, sorry: soccer... that gets played around here or because I decided to get in better shape myself or some residual fascination left over from the Olympics, but lately I've been very interested in sports.
Not just leering at the sexy bodies they produce, but actually wanting to watch and understand and appreciate as others play AND getting out there and playing myself. This is totally not like me. Normally I'm far more interested in movies, history, and murder mysteries.
This East Texas couple - hardly old enough to not be considered children themselves - are in jail and awaiting trial for killing their 13-month-old daughter by bashing her head in with a hammer because they believed her to be possessed by demons. Investigators say the scene was the most gruesome they've ever seen and also reported upwards of 20 bite marks on the child's body.
In polls, USAmericans keep naming atheists as the most distrusted group in the country, but we don't do things like this.
“Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.” - Psalms 137:9
The Impossible Dream performed by Peter O'Toole's body and Simon Gilbert's voice 2 mins. 10 (The clip continues, but the song is done by then.)
Until Sunday night, I had no idea that one of my favourite actors had appeared in a film version of a musical based on one of my favourite books, but it's true. In 1972 Peter O'Toole made Man of La Mancha, the musical story of Miguel Cervantes imprisoned by the Catholic Church and forced in prison to act out his story of Don Quixote.
(And it was cool to see him again with John Castle, the neglected middle son from The Lion in Winter, probably my all-time favourite movie.)
Sure, O'Toole doesn't do his own singing, but that's fine by me. I mostly ignore the songs anyway. ______________________________
As long as I'm mentioning movies, last night I saw Art School Confidential for the first time, starring Max Minghella. Why have I never heard of this guy before?
The film was cool, much smarter that most of the superficial welcome-to-college movies. It lampoons as the worst excesses of art school - the pretentiousness and pomposity of all those poseurs who are secretly terrified that they have no talent - but on top of the satire there is a murder mystery and a weird kind of first-love story.
All in all very cool, with a remarkable cast in sometimes small but meaningful parts: Steve Buscemi, Anjelica Huston, Jim Broadbent, and John Malkovich.
Sophia Myles and the ever-lovely Matt Keeslar form the other points on the lead character's love triangle, but I think it's Max himself who impressed me most. He's young, but his portrayal carried this movie from start to finish.
And he's certainly not hard to look at (though someone should be slapped for that hairstyle. Aw, man! I thought I was gonna get through this without saying something bitchy!).
On my YouTube account, I've received compliments for the way I handle people who give me crap.
Basically, I just respond politely but firmly. I never delete their comments, and I've even been known to defend their right to have an opinion that's different than mine. To me, all of this is just the way civilized grownups behave, but I suppose it's in short supply in the various online "communities" where the majority of people weren't alive to see the shuttle blow up.
But now I've been on the receiving end of the opposite kind of treatment. Some guy refused to allow my comment to appear on his 'blog because I disagreed with him. I think I need to amend my mental dictionary and add this to my definition of cowardly.
(Of course, mentioning it here is a bit too whiny to be either civilized or grownup, but I'm annoyed and a little drunk.)
Muntadhar al Zaidi, the Iraqi journalist who tossed his shoes at Bush the Lesser over the weekend. Yeah, I know, it's an odd choice for me, but I'm impressed with the chutzpah it took. (And yes, I realize the irony of complimenting a Muslim with a Yiddish word.)
And his sense of proportion. Doing nothing would have been weak, frustrating, and possibly considered tacit approval. A bullet would have been too much, both in terms of punishment and retribution and also in the way it would have made a martyr of the C-plus President, putting him into the same class as Lincoln, Kennedy, and the almost-forgotten James Garfield.
But flinging shoes was perfect. To most USAmericans, it looks like a desperate, almost ridiculously ineffectual act.
But in Islamic cultures, the bottom of the foot is considered incredibly profane. After the fall of Saddam Hussein, when the corpo-news showed us people rubbing their shoes over photographs of the man, that was an incredibly insulting act for those people. An equivalent here in North America would have been if we'd used the photos for toilet paper. That's the level of insult and disgust the act of shoe tossing conveys to the Iraqi people.
Muntadhar al Zaidi may have made himself a joke for Jay Leno, but I'm sure he's become a cultural hero in his country.
As for making him the Man for Monday, I'll get back to the pretty, muscular boys next week.
For four days now, there's been a soccer tournament going on at the 12 soccer fields across the parking lot from my apartment.
Sure, it's high school age guys, so it's really just a bunch of ponyboysthat it wouldn't be right for me to lust over, but all that noise, activity, sweat, and testosterone in one place has been... uh... distracting.
Intentionally, I don't spend much money. This is both to save money and because I hate shopping. But I think I may need to spend more time looking at the sales circulars that show up in my junk mail.
Normally I throw those store flyers out immediately, but this morning I looked at one and found this guy. My brain immediately started coming up with inventive ways to abuse that mouth of his.
So I scanned him to share with you guys, then I threw it out. Both my libido and my bank account are temporarily happy with me.
And here he is with his equally large-lipped companion. It's a bit comforting to know that, however bad the economy gets, those employed in the manufacture and distribution of collagen will still have jobs.
Now that I think of it, checking out ads is how I first learned of the existence of then JCPenney model Austin Peck and the ubiquitous (I really need to find another word to over-use!) Chace Crawford. In fact, I still have some ads from years ago, when the Gossip Guy was still a golf-playing high school student and part-time model, back before he had whatever done to his face to change his looks to what is now on every other Weblog.
Josh Saunders, who used to be one of the All-American Guys. Maybe he still is - I don't know. I just know I've always liked his face. On the spectrum of look, he occupies the space between pretty and handsome. Nice neighbourhood.
I think I must be missing the warm weather already to have chosen this picture. The same feeling inspired this clip: