Hit Me Baby One More Time

NBC's making me feel old - Hit Me Baby One More Time is on - "Veteran musicians compete with performances of their hits and a cover of a popular song, with the winner to be determined by audience voting; included are updates on each performer's career as well as a history of their paths to fame." tonight it's Loverboy, CeCe Peniston, A Flock Of Seagulls, Tiffany and Arrested Development...

i'm so confused - all these guys got old and fat and bald in the 20-ish years since they were popular - i thought time was just supposed to come to a screeching halt for them so that my memories could stay as they were.

birthday celebrations!

my calendar of days informs me that today's the birthday of the Marquis de Sade - 265 years of Sadistic goodness! ;-)

tomorrow i'm gonna meet up with Steph and others to celebrate her birthday - if June 3rd is her actual birthday, then she shares it with Allen Ginsberg, although i'm gonna venture a guess and say she wasn't born in the same year (1926) *8-)

i actually met Ginsberg waaaaaay back in my college days - my impression? the guy was a major asshole. he came to speak during our Pink Triangle Week and he just thought he was all that and a bag o' chips - hey, even if he was, he was just such a major asshole. he arrived on campus and promptly told event organizers which student he wanted to be with that evening - uhhhh, al, perhaps you should TALK TO THE GUY FIRST and not act as if you're placing an order at the Boyz R Us drive-thru. yup, he was an asshole. *shrug*

Urkel Found!

amazing the weirdness the world wide web contains...just in case you were wondering whatever happened to Urkel from Family Matters (aka Jaleel White), he blogs on occasion for the NBA's website

the holiday weekend recap...

nice (though somewhat atypical) holiday weekend - didn't have the usual Memorial Day picnic or party type thing, but still fun.

saturday, went to michele's 40th bday party...she was surprised. the key to a surprise birthday party? have it on a day that isn't actually the person's birthday!

sunday was race day - bummer that danica patrick didn't win, but 4th is still damned good for a rookie run at the indy 500. maybe next year.

my internal calendar's all sorts of confused - i think it started on friday, when news about Carb day being that day made me think it was thursday. dangit, Carb Day is Thursday - that's the tradition! granted, the race cars no longer have the carburetors that put the "carb" in Carb Day, but it's still supposed to be the thursday before the race, not friday. alas, mom and i made our own Carb Day on friday - i fixed spaghetti for dinner. *8-) granted, the "carb" in spaghetti is for carbohydrate rather than carburetor, but still - carbs galore!

sunday night i got kat and we went to Garage Party at Club Industry...what a jumble of emotions there - supposedly the last Garage Party since Indiana Still Cares is going belly up. Indiana just don't Care no more. *shrug* it was the 25th Garage Party, and brought back memories of my being a volunteer long ago for Indiana Cares, and the Stop AIDS project. for some reason, my volunteering and being at the 13th Garage Party stands out in my head - G P One Three - at the Indiana State Fairgrounds. *shrug* all in all, the Garage Party went out with a whimper rather than a bang - just a dj and booze set up at Club Industry with a smattering of Bag Ladies. nice little change of scenery from the usual bars, but still nothing too special.

PostSecret

PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people mail-in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard.

very cool - i'm gonna hafta decide what secrets i have and then select one to reveal. there's no archive of what postcards are shown, which at first i thought sucked, but now i think that's prolly a good idea.

Farking animals - art or not?

Fark.com is all aglow with discussion of a sculpture recently installed at the new Herron School of Art at IUPUI (Indiana University-Purdue University at Indianapolis, for you non-natives) - Wim Delvoye's sculpture Trophy shows two deer doing the nasty in the so-called "missionary position"

it's kind of scary that we're in an environment nowadays when a television news story discussing art cannot even show a complete photo of the aforementioned sculpture, much less name the artist. surely channel 13's scared of complaints from people that will suggest they're showing porn on tv or on their web site version of the story. even though the sculpture was approved by the school community and is supposed to be there through October (dunno if that'll happen, now that there's such publicity about it) we can't talk seriously about it in the news because it's of a somewhat sexual nature.

what really sucks is that in looking around for some of the information that the WTHR story didn't provide (ie, the artist's name - Wim Delvoye) i see that there's some very interesting artwork that this guy's created, but that will no doubt be pushed to the wayside because he tried to make some creation that was misinterpreted or thought too smutty to consider.

This Guardian link mentions "Cloaca, a room-sized mechanical imitation of the human digestive system" - more info on that one at Time.com

here's the artnet link with some of Delvoye's work shown...

this guy looks to be a very intriquing artist with a lot to say, but something a little racy sends our Puritanical overlords into a tailspin and his messages will get lost...

Mood ruiners...

nothing ruins a day like being surrounded by grumpy people. grrr.

go ahead - sit around and be pissy, and then get mad because i stay the hell out of your way and don't talk to you, for fear of pissing ya off even more.

Hanzi Smatter

latest blog to spend waaaay too much time reading: Hanzi Smatter - "Dedicated to the misuse of Chinese characters (Hanzi or Kanji) in Western culture."

living proof of how STUPID ya look when you get a character of a language and/or culture you know nothing about permanently inked on yourself.

movie night with mommy

while getting momma a mother's day present at best buy last week, i got passes to a sneak preview of Monster-in-Law - first Jane Fonda movie in 15 years (eeek! 9 to 5 is twenty five years old!!!) the movie was cute, and it was cool that mom left work early to go to the movie with me. *8-)

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*woof woof*

doggiesitting's going well. i'm thinking it's like having a kid - i rather like hanging out with my cousin's kids and all that, but when it's all said and done, i like not having to take 'em home with me. temporary is the way to go. *8-)

hangin out with a real bitch...

heh heh heh, i'm doggiesitting! adam's got a gig in detroit and codi's gone with him, so i get to hang at his place and watch Madison. saying that i'm watching Jaeger and Stoli would be overstating it - those kitties don't hang with the humans too much - and i don't even know what the fishies names are, i just know to feed em once a day...

Madison likes me so much, she's literally licking my feet. i dunno, basset tongue on the toes is a bit squicky...time to put on some socks...

Guess The Google...

the Codimeister sent me the link to Guess The Google while she shoulda been packing for her trip to Detroit...

around the web...

a few random links i've clicked on today:

this kid was DESTINED to become an OB/GYN: http://www.hcbmdbom.medem.com/

Showdog Moms & Dads on Bravo is a very interesting show - and after seeing Brandon on the show, it's no wonder the name of Ryan's business is High Maintenance Bitch

Unintentionally sexual comic book covers: part 1

find the SOCCER BALL, dummy!!

CRAZY!

This Fark Photoshop Contest contained a link to evidence of the mental disturbances of various Sesame Street characters. So that's where it comes from!!

turmoil...

everything's just been swallowed up into this big whirlwind of activities...

thankfully, things are getting back to "normal" - tho how do you have normal after burying your godson, just one day away from living three full weeks?

it just occured to me that tomorrow's friday - i've lost all concept of time this past week - totally bizarre.

*sigh*

more arrangements

Mom and i helped Marian make more arrangements today - we met with people at Crown Hill to arrange the burial, went and ordered flowers from a florist, and bought Dametri an outfit to be buried in. finding an outfit was especially difficult because he's sooooooo small - even christening gowns we found were obviously going to be too big, although they're SUPPOSED to be too big. eventually we found an outfit at a boutique in greenwood.

the funeral is tuesday - i just want it to be over and done with - the pain's obviously not going to go away, but just to be able to hit the FFWD key on the remote control of life just a bit would be a good thing, it seems...

family emergency

on thursday morning, mom and i received a phone call - my cousin Marian had prematurely given birth to twin boys less than 3 weeks prior, and she'd finally gotten the smaller of the two home the day before. now, less than 10 hours after getting him home, he was dead.

Dametri Bernard Williams was barely 20 days old. the funeral's on tuesday.

they're still sorting things out, but it appears that his cause of death is being poor - it seems that Medicaid babies are shuttled out of the hospital a bit sooner than others. perhaps that's paranoia, but he was barely FOUR POUNDS when sent home, and when he was in the hospital he'd had problems with eating and a variety of other issues.

Dominic Edward Williams went home several days before Dametri - he'd not had nearly the number of problems his twin brother had, tho he's still a preemie in a very delicate state.

this hits me and my mother especially hard because Marian asked us to be Dominic & Dametri's godmothers. i actually haven't seen Dametri - when he was born, i had a cold or some bug, and knowing how fragile they were as preemies, i knew to stay the hell away from the hospital, even though i so desperately wanted to see my godsons. now the only chance i'll get to see Dametri is shortly before they bury him on Tuesday. we got together today to take care of some of the arrangements, and i got to meet Dominic - he's sooooo tiny!!! a 0-3 mos. sized sleeper is enormous on him.

it's too much - i'll have to blog more later

Dr. Ana Priscu - in a class all by herself.

so, today i went to my appointment to see Dr. Ana Priscu - a regularly scheduled 6-month checkup with the endocrinologist. all my labs looked okay, except i'm still having problems with my cholesterol, so we're gonna up the Zocor dosage.

it started off on a bad note - my appointment was scheduled for 11:45, i get there at 11:40 only to find a variety of insurance problems. so we get things somewhat sorted out and i sit and wait for my appointment...and i wait...and i wait...it's 12:50 before i get into an exam room. i'm seeething, ready to just yell and scream at whoever walks in the door.

next person to walk in the door, dr. priscu. no yelling and screaming tho - she asks how i'm doing, and i burst into tears. tell her about my trying to lose weight and about the evil bastard neurologist at the neurology clinic that told me to tape my mouth shut. i mean, this guy has my medical history in front of him, including a diagnosis from his office's psychiatrist of me as having bulimia, as well as notes from my regular doctor and endocrinologist about my diabetes and other health issues, and he tells me to stop eating altogether. i think, if one wanted to get really nitpicky about it, what he said could qualify as malpractice. so anyway, i tell dr. priscu about this and we talk about my options. she looks at my chart, sees that it's not like i'm gaining weight, i've been very stable - just fat. perhaps going on the medically supervised weight loss program my mother's been on would work, using a nutrition supplement in lieu of food while learning how to change your eating habits et cetera for the better. i tell dr. priscu i probably can't afford the program, because all i have now as far as income goes is food stamps and i've taxed my mother financially enough as it is so i can't ask her to pay for it. dr. priscu tells me that she'll waive her fees and can probably get the supplement to me at a discounted rate. then she realizes what i'd told her earlier -- that i'd been diagnosed as bulimic by a psychiatrist -- disqualifies me from the program. having an eating disorder and trying this program would probably cause depression (enough of which i have already) and people with eating disorders tend to focus soooo much on the numbers that bad things can happen - purging, etc. she tells me that weight watchers would probably be a good alternative. then she asks me if she can help me with this and pay my fees to go to weight watchers. yes, a doctor GIVING money to her patients. i tell her i can't possibly accept, i have a hard enough time accepting help from my mother, i'm not about to ask anyone else for help. she tells me about coming from romania years and years ago and not having any money but now she's got plenty and she wants to help me. she tells me i'm young, i'm smart, and that i DESERVE this neurosurgery. (why the hell can't i get MYSELF to believe those things??) then she leaves the office and returns a few minutes later with an envelope - in it is $140 in cash, which will cover enrollment fees and 12 weeks of the program.

she's just so fucking wonderful - and i don't say that just because she gave me money, but because she's so honest and encouraging and respectful of her patients. she just blows me away.

heh heh heh...

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