IT'S OVER!!

"That being said, I am going to a Giants game on Sunday and if Barry Bonds breaks the record on that day when I am in the stadium I will know that my streak is officially over."

Well bitches, it looks like my bad luck streak might be over! 715!! Of all the people to be there on such a momentus day for baseball, 2 queens and 2 girls that could give a shit about baseball. Well it made for some good times. We ate, we drank, we watched some baseball. Pray for no more bad luck

It's that time of year again

Well it's that time of year that I dread most....Season Finale time. This is the time when all my shows end, interminable repeat season begins, and I am forced to exit my womb and "embrace" the summer. Ugh. I guess it can't hurt to get off the couch. I know this sounds slightly dramatique but my tv shows give me something to look forward to, they give me purpose in a world lacking in meaning. So I figured I'd rate the season finale.

SPOILER ALERT (LAME)


Alias series finale - I gotta say I have been watchign
this show for 4 or 5 years or whatever and it has gotten significantly lamer. Rambaldi, end of the world omens, prophecies? I mean can we just get back to the hotness that is Michael Vartan?? Anyways it was a 2 hour series finale and as the 1:50 mark kicked in nothing had been resolved and shit was still going down and i started getting stressed at how they were planning on tying up the plot with 8 minutes left and counting. at the 7 minute mark people were still fighting and shit. Anyways it was aiiighhhht. I didn't cry or anything.

The OC - Lame! Marissa dies in one of the most undramatic tv deaths ever. I mean I cried on T2 when the terminator stuck his thumb out of the molten lava but I did not shed one tear for Mischa. Worst tv death ever! Oddly enough though it gave me hope for next season since i really don't like Marissa and feel that she brings the show plot down.

Will and Grace series finale - Awe this was so good. I liked it alot. In the end Will and Grace have a falling out and Will starts to ponder about how he met grace in college because they lived across teh hall from each other and they thought it was fate but now he's seeing that it was a random series of events that has no meaning since they arent'e friends anymore. And then years later after not talking forever you see a young grace and will moving into college across from each other and they are flirting and go off to have coffee and it turns out those are their kids and they end up getting married and the whole purpose of their friendship was to bring their kids together so that they could be grandparents together!! Isn't that special! I cried like a fucking baby.

American Idol - Now I normally don't follow this show cuz it's the same thing every year but I usually watch the final four just because it's all ANYONE talks about so i feel like i need to be in the know. So Soul Patrol and McPheever, didn't care for either thus I had no investement in who won. But they had McPheever sing an old Celine Dion classic with meatloaf, who was totally off. It was the saddest thing ever, or so i though. Then they had Taylor come out and sing with Tony Braxton? I know right. But Toni Braxton didnt' sing as much as sound likd a giraffe making wierd noises. It was one of the most bizarre things I had seen in a long time. Second only to the 2 legged dog who walked upright like a human! Did anyone else watch this on oprah! it was gross but also cute and it made me cry AGAIN. But anyways Am Idol, my favorite part was when the fake super gay Clay Aiken fan came out on stage and started singing a duet with teh real Clay Aiken, who also looked super gay but was trying to look straight. and then they actually sang together and i thought they would turn off the mic of the fake gayken but they left it on. so wierd. It reminded me of the kind of crappy tv production that you can only find in Europe. Like come now Simon Cowell! In america we have standards!

Lost - I almost crapped my pants it was so good. Every last second had good shit in it. Bravo JJ Abrams. Since you clearly gave no effort to Alias and put all your effort into Lost it was quite a good showing. Bravo i say! I love how this show always manages to throw the most random shit at you like a giant statue of a man with 4 toes, or a random boat out in the anarctic, a massive electromagnetic storm! It makes no sense but 5 years from now when the shows 7th season ends and all is revealed I will finally look back and say "ah now that is why that statue had 4 toes!" And i count the days until that happens.

And with that I count the days until summer shows like Nip/Tuck start.

Luck be a lady tonight

So i don't totally want to jinx this but my luck seems to be slowly but surely turning for the better. Can i beat this wretched year of the dog? i don't know yet. But all I know is that for the past 3 days the bullet train which usually comes at 5:06 to the t has been coming 3 minutes late. Normally what happens is that i leave my office at 4:57 and then run to Palm Drive, hop on the bus that leaves at 5:04 and then hit the station right as the bullet is pulling away. And then at that moment i forlonly walk across the platform and lament the truth of my sad existence because as commuters know there is nothing sadder than watching your bus or train leave in plain sight of you. BUT for the past 3 days the train has been late and I have caught the bullet and it has been amazing! I was able to do my laundry when i got home, do some food shopping and shopping for some leggings (HATE), and even pick up my dry cleaning. I started thinking how to me this is good luck but to someone else who was waiting at the station they are saying "goddamnit why has this train been late all week! What did i do to deserve this! Why do I have such horrible luck! fuck!!" So I had a realization that my good luck is at the cost of someone else's bad luck. Good karma, bad karma, they are all interrelated. Kind of like how for me the year of the dog is the pits but for someone else it's their luckiest year. Isn't that craycray! So perhaps my take away lesson for this year (even though i sitll have like 9 months to go of this year according to the Chinese calendar) is that i need to wait my turn. right now it's not my turn for the luck. And maybe bad luck streaks are just other people's turns for good luck streaks. Fuck man i've had a fucking good luck streak for 23 years so I need to appreciate that. That being said, I am going to a Giants game on Sunday and if Barry Bonds breaks the record on that day when I am in teh stadium I will know that my streak is officially over. I mean 3 late bullet trains in a row and bonds breaks the record while i'm there, undeniable. So I just have to remember what Maria of the Abby once said..."for somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good"

The Dog Whisperer

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/05/23/arts/television/23mill.html

Ok I admit that I have never actually watched "The Dog Whisper" BUT I am seriously obsessed with this guy! First i read an article that Malcolm Gladwell wrote last week in the New Yorker. I'd say that was by far the smartest, most interesting one I have read about the Dog Whisperer. So anyways he's this dude who basically tames dogs, and he's from Mexico, and was illegal and paid a coyote to bring him across the border. Actually I think it's interesting how because he's famous and well liked the media always mentions that he was illegal but then doesn't talk about it after that. Anyways he argues that in America people treat their dogs as humans and let them be the leaders of their "packs" and in Mexico dogs are dogs and that's why he is so good at taming wild beasts because he is not scared or the dogs. The show and what he does is not what interests me. It's this idea that malcolm gladwell mentions about presence and how certain people have a presence that is not defined by being a loud leader but rather sometimes by being able to convince people without using words that they should follow you. He speaks the truth. So anyways i read the article this weekend then i turned on oprah yesterday and he was on it! THEN i look at NYtimes and again he is on it. This is very strange i think. But anyways i thought he sounded totally bizarre when people wrote about him. I mean he has a dog psychology center in south central LA with a pool and beach chairs and the dogs lounge and basically go to "doggy rehab" and then he takes them on hikes in the mountains and puts the little dogs in backpacks that the big dogs wear. So strange. But then I saw him on Oprah and he was this loving jovial guy who just smiled and laughed all the time and tamed Oprah's wild cocker spanial. And he was liek "oprah what a gift!!!" I kind of just love when people say "what a gift!" because it's just so cheesy.

Ringing in another metaphorical year at the Nut

So by a very fortunate turn of events, which i shall not relay to you because they are unimportant I ended up at the Nut last night with my two favorite gays. It was raining outside and the whole drive down had been in Mariah terms "very jarring" so we decided that we couldn't waste this opportunity to return to the scene of so many crimes. My senior year I nearly became an alcoholic after a week long binge or drinking with the MFC. It was truly intense and as Casey would say we really did "dodge bullets like fucking outlaws." There was some new trashy bar tender there but she was still tried and true nut house quality. So anyways we had a deep convo which seems to be happening lately what with everyone leaving and stuff. I figured since we were reminising we should discuss how or if we think we've changed, where we are after a year, and where we think we'll be in a year. What i find interesting about this topic is that i know how i think people have changed but it's always interesting to see how other people view their own lives. Bobby put it quite well when he basically said that this year i had lost the plot in my life. That is a true statement if I'd ever heard one. I had this epiphany that part of the change is the fact that all of my life I had defined myself in terms of being a student. And suddnely i'm not in school and i'm not a student anymore and I don't knwo what or who I am. So thank the lord i am going back to school because it's like when the pretty girl is no longer pretty and she realizes that all she had was her beauty and she squandered it. I also decided that I need to get a calendar, write shit down, and just get my life back in order. I'm letting too many thigns fall to the wayside.

And i begin to reminsce about the past and my friends and shit ("here's to the night" is playing in my head) i realize that we are at the point in our lives where we are like the kids in St. Elmos Fire. They were all a year post college and dealing with it in different ways, some by breaking up old relationships, some with finally getting waht they thought they wanted, some still attached to school. We are those people. Think about it! God i feel so old. So i guess the concluding point is ...I'VE CHANGED...but I think i'm ok with that.

Ok I don't know what the universe is trying to tell me but goddamnit if the year of the dog has not struck again. Let me rewind a bit to a week before my birthday. It was at that moment that all hell began to break loose. According to the chinese astrological calendar when the year of your birth repeats it is a year of turmoil, loss, drama etc etc. Well I was born in the year of the dog and it is now the year of the dog. Now i didn't really believe it until my life literally started to fall apart in front of me. Sure the major things in my life are still entact, my relationships, my friends, my family etc etc. But the little things, the little things are combining to form big things. Let's go through the list shall we. Best Buy loses unbacked up computer, i get front ended in Bobby's car with a woman in a lexus with a poodle who proceeds to blame me, i got food poisoning at my birthday dinner, lost my computer in a cab, had my room infested by bed bugs!! And now the icing has been put on the cake. My television is broken. BROKEN I SAY!!! WHY!!!! WHYYYYYY!! The other things hurt me but this is like a stab in the back. My television is my life, it is the only thing that brings me solace in this god forsaken world. And now it has a flat line down the middle. MY TELEVISION LITERALLY FLATLINED!! I have only had it for 2 1/2 years. Whole families have not worn out a television that quickly. Now I try not to dwell on the bad but this is deep. It's worrying me. I feel like maybe i shouldn't make any large purchases until the year of the pig comes. I'm worried cuz i have a lot of change coming in the future and a lot of opportunities for bad things to happen. I really need to start praying again cuz i'm wigging. MY TELEVISION!! And right on the week when Alias and Lost are going to have their 2 hour finale.

So I ask the universe....What message are you sending me??? What do you want me to do?? Please no more bloodshed!

Ok so I've spent the afternoon thinking about the design for my Madonna 2006 concert t shirt! Last time I went I designed an ironic Che Guevarra type t shirt. Black outline of Madonna's face...writing underneath reading "we are living in a material world," bedazzled jewels acting as a halo around Madge's glorious face. This year i'm gonna step it up a notch to create an entire outfit experience rather than just a t shirt. My vision has been that I would wear a tunic top like such only in bright hot pink. Then I'd have either leggings (dear god why!) or skinny jeans, with a belt around the tunic dress and then some craycray jewlery and some turquoise pumps. Are you seeing this? Cuz i'm definitely seeing it. Anyways my only doubt has been the leggings. I am really anti leggings but I feel like for this outfit they might just be v. approp. I'm not sure. I have the whole thing almost figured out so what i've been pondering lately has been the design for the top. Here is the idea. I cannot draw for shit so the idea is that I will take the outline of her body from this pic, draw that out on a shirt and then add accents. For instance her shoes and belt will be bejewelled. I'll paint her skin a soft pinkish hew of white, the leotard will possibly be black...not sure yet. And then her hair will be bright orange with highlights in it. But there will be no real details like eyes and stuff. And then clearly i'm going to add the madonna logo at the bottom with the "O" acting as a bedazzled disco ball. It's going to be a long process but i have to top myself!
Ok the more I think about it the more I'm realizing that leggings will be truly essential to this outfit. Shit!

Hugsy, my bedtime penguin pal!

So I've taken up knitting over the past year. I don't really know why. Actually I didn't just take it up. My mom showed me how to do it when I was younger, and I did it for a while but i was not really that good because I didn't know how to do patterns. But then when I lived in the hippy commune last year my friend Tory taught me how to read patterns and stuff and i've been a knitting machine ever since. Now I have lots of time on my hands when I get home from work and so I figure I should be productive while I can. Perhaps it's because the thought of moving to the midwest makes me think that wool is going to play an important part in my life. Or maybe it's just me trying to be creative. Although I usually follow patterns, and by usually I mean always, so really creativity is not a huge factor here. Basically it's just my ability then. Anyways two of my cousins are having babies, both boys. I decided that as a proper aunt I should venture into making Baby wears, blankets, toys, etc. So check out some of my current projects.




















The blanket I'm hoping will turn out cool but I am REALLY excited about Pasha the penguin (that's what the pattern calls him). I decided that I would make it out a terry cloth type fabric so that it would be super soft. When I went down to LA a few weeks ago I was discussing the idea of the penguin with my cousin's husband and we decided that a penguin would be a good toy so we could call him "hugsy, my bedtime penguin pal" a la Joey on friends. Kind of lame, but whatever. It will be small and apparently they want me to knit it a scarf. Eee I'm really excited.

Roommate Sighting

So I saw this posting on Perez today about this crazy mother daughter duo who go to Cannes every year for the film festival and they are known all over France for nothing more than their bad clothes and taking pics with celebrities. I love that I live in a world where you can be famous for those two things. Anyways I saw a picture of these two women and something struck me as strangely odd.

Look at the woman on the left. From the neck down she is THE SPITTING IMAGE OF MY SOPHOMORE/JUNIOR YEAR ROOMMATE!!! The shoes, the fishnets, the odd polyester animal print. It is the spitting image of Miami!! Those shoes really sent me on a time machine. Isn't it funny how certain smells, tastes, or in this case, horrid horrid shoes can take you back to a memory, or a time. I don't talk to her anymore but I always wonder what happened to her. It's so random to me how you can live with someone and create the sort of intimacy that living with another person naturally lends itself to, and then one day just no longer talk to them. Actually randomly one morning as I was walkingn down the hill to the bus stop I swore I saw Miami doing the walk of shame up the hill on the opposite side of the street. It was really wierd and random. She was singing, looked psuedo homeless and lost and I wanted to yell "Miami!!" but I wasn't quite sure if it was her. Also it was very disorienting to see someone doing the pseudo homeless walk of shame in real life, not in college life. Well I hope that it isn't her and that she is not roaming the streets of San Fran looking like a homeless person, singing.