The smell of burnt hair

...no really, I set my head on FIRE. El Fuego. Muy fuego.

But, minutes later, I was taking these pictures for you... because I know you wanted to see them. Actually, the reason it was on fire is because of you! You and wanting pictures!

It is okay, I forgive you.

(OK, maybe it is my fault for leaning over the Advent wreath trying to set my camera up for pictures...)

First, check out my legs (and the shoes that are being returned):



Now just the shoes:





Now, the whole outfit:

Maybe I should run the high-heel race next year...

Because at least my shoes would fit in:



I bought them to go with the dress below... and the colors look awesome together..but...

Well, this picture doesn't quite capture the hooker/drag queen vibe these things send off in real life.

I haven't decided to send them back yet, however, I decided they weren't appropriate for work (and generally I will wear any of my shoes to work). So, does anyone know where a girl can find a pair of purple shoes?

Don't I look cute in this

dress?

I think so, but I am going to keep the tags on until I get the cardigan and shoes to go with it.

Spite Cards

So, as most of you know I like sending out Christmas cards. It is something my mom always did growing up. I like receiving Christmas cards even more. Because, even though I get plenty of mail now, growing up December was really the only time of the year I opened mail. (I still love opening mail, so, if you ever feel like sending me something don't let how small and/or dumb it may be hold you back.) I was allowed to open all the cards that had "and family" on the envelope, if they were just addressed to my parents I had to wait (I am not totally sure of the reasoning there, but thems the rules).

I see this whole Christmas card thing with my family (friends are excluded since I know not all of them send out cards) as a tit for tat kind of thing. For example, if I send my Aunt Larry (names changed in case someone ever stumbles across this blog... or I tell someone to check it out and forget I posted this) a card , I expect one in return from her, because I know she sends one to my mom. For the past 5 years I have sent her a card. Guess how many I have gotten in return... go ahead, guess.

You are a genius! You are right, 0. Zero cards.

One would say maybe I should just stop sending her cards. But...I can't. I am physically unable to stop. What if she finds out I sent one to Aunt Curly and Uncle Moe and not her? It doesn't matter that she never sends me one. If she were to find out, I could never go to Christmas again.

Now, Aunt Larry isn't the only one who doesn't return cards. Many of my cousins don't reciprocate either. Again, I know they send them out, with pictures of their children, because my mom gets them. I don't even need the pictures, just send me the damn card!

So now, these are my Spite Christmas cards. I will send them out to be the "better" person, to wish them the JOY of the holiday season. Of course all at the same time I am mad that I am sending them a damn card.

I am a complicated human being.

And yes, I know I should see someone about this.

Huh

Kind of morbid, but kind of fun...

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Austin Dating

Thanksgiving Part II

So you know what I did this weekend?

First, and foremost, the floor, a year and a half later, is finally finished. Here is a beautiful picture of the molding:



The we re-arranged the furniture... look how spacious it looks!



And from the other angle (pay no mind to the screen):



Also! We installed a new shower head, which wasn't even a job I was planning to do!



(Did you notice me waving?)

So, who wants to pick paint samples?



....and then help me paint some? Also, any ideas for art work? I don't like anything that I have now.

Thanksgiving Part I

Two words: Kid's Table.

Yup. I had 11 years on the next oldest person at the table, and yet, there I was. I was also (jokingly, but totally not funny) that if I bring a man next year I can sit at the adult table. My sister, joked, which was funny, that I should bring a woman and see what happens.


But, at least the week did get better. I know this is a v.short entry, but it is to get me back on the wagon after my sabbatical from NaBloPoMo...which I have obviously lost at this point. Hopefully, this has gotten me back on the habit and I will post more often for the rest of the year.

Rain, rain...Come Here!

I want to wear my new boots! I have never owned a pair of wellies, and I can't wait to try them out, even if that does mean I am walking to work in the rain.

Running out of Steam

Hmmm...I have no idea what to write about today... work was worky. The Gap didn't have the shirt I wanted. And, to top it off, Whole Foods was lacking in the salad bar department tonight.


On the upside, WF did have scallion parsley hummus, and my parents get her tomorrow...which means I should be cleaning rather than blogging.


PS - Has blogger been wonky for anyone else? It adds links places I didn't put them? Messes up formatting? Oh wait, none of you know since you haven't been updating!

Oh my...

My nephew is 12 years old.

He is in the 7th grade.

He plays football and is already being recruited by high schools.

I don't even know how to react to that.



Especially when my sister goes over to talk to the coach and see what he is talking to Brad about and asks to talk to my brother-in-law instead. Stupid coach.

Save the Date

May 17, 2009... that is my 30th Birthday. That is a little weird to type.


Because it is my birthday, and therefore I can do what I want (that's the rule right?), I have decided we are doing one of the tasting menus at Restaurant Eve.

However, I plan on paying. I want a big party, but I don't want you guys to foot the bill. Again, it is my birthday so I can do what I want.

So Abi? Fitz? Are you listening? You need to be home in 18 months (exactly).

That is my decree for the day.

Everubody getting tips

So, right now I am very tips... very tips. If I close my eyes, everything is spinning. And, it is kind of hard to keep my head up and my eyes open..... oh man, add some martinis, JD, and limoncello and this could turn very, very bad.

Things to be happy about

So a few of you may remember this. In late high school - early college
I would keep a list of things to be happy about, occasionally,
these lists would make their way to other people's doors, but usually was found on the outside of my dorm room door. I feel this was the idea of my friend, Rachel (she was always the idea girl, I believe she is the one who came up with eating granola bars in the park after dark too) after the book 14,000 Things to be Happy About. Usually, the list would be elaborate and decorated (I remember some especially nicely colored butterflies) and added to on occasion.

Yes, I do know I was super cool and you all missed out by not being my friend then and just thinking I was the crazy-shorts girl.

So,I decided today may be a good day to revive the list (the original is
long gone). Here is my list for today (in no particular order):

1. Shampoo foam
2. The smell of chlorine coming off your skin after swimming
3. Beta fish
4. Maple sugar candy in the shape of moose
5. New catalogs
6. Heirloom jewelry
7. Sippy caps for my Nalgene bottles
8. Abe Lincoln bobble heads that are missing one hand
9. Peanut-butter chocolate bars
10. Scoring only a 50 while bowling but still having fun
11. New wellies
12. Blue highlighters
13. Strawberry lip balm
14. Peppermint Hot chocolate
15. Easy to fix hair
16. Spider earrings
17. Flying, stuffed, screaming monkeys
18. New calendars
19. Flickr
20. Seeing your friends get married to the perfect mates
21. New blog posts from your favorite bloggers (hint hint)
22. Playing Cubis and getting a "Perfect" level
23. Finishing a crossword puzzle by yourself
24. Sleeping
25. Goofing off at work

Halcyon days of yore

Hmm, is that right? I no longer remember all the differentiations that Fitz came up with.

Anyway, the ice cream story.

So in college, my friends and I always went to the North Campus Incon to spend our points. Usually we bought entire pints of Ben & Jerry's (me - Chubby Hubby, Alison - S'mores) and then would walk over to the ODK fountain eat them and swim (yes we swam in the fountain all of the time... I really am lucky I haven't died of some bacterial disease) or to our rooms to just hang. Needless to say, we didn't really need this ice cream, much less need to eat an entire pint, per person, in one sitting on a fairly regular basis, but we did. In other words though, I loved ice cream, and it was a major part of my "diet" (vs. now where I still love ice cream, but I only have it about once a month - and never an entire pint anymore).

So, in Junior year, for Lent, I gave up ice cream.

What did I do Fat Tuesday then? I ate ice cream. Even though I lived in Somerset, I still went across to the North Campus Incon and got some BJs and started to eat it as I walked across campus. As I was getting to McKeldin I hear the dulcet tones of someone gobbling....obviously trying to get my attention...I look up and see Abi. Stopping to talk, and pry out some ice cream; it was frozen still and getting spoonful wasn't easy.

This is where my memory becomes fuzzy. I think she was with someone else, but I do not remember who. Regardless, we were chit-chatting and I was prying at my Chubby Hubby, most likely to get a peanut butter filled pretzel, when all of the sudden, instead of staying on my spoon, the entire spoonful flies out of the pint, off of the spoon and onto the ground. I looked at Abi. I looked at the ground. I looked at Abi. I bent down picked up the ice cream chunk and ate it anyway.

Definitely more than 5 seconds. Definitely wet, gooey ice cream on a heavily traveled sidewalk. Definitely ate it anyway.

And I liked it.

And, more importantly I didn't die.


Maybe tomorrow I will tell you about the field trip where my professor almost died and the TA had sex with one of the other students.

$795.61

See that amount up there? That is the amount Suntrust will be taking out of my checking account tomorrow. Why are they taking this sum of money? Because it is my

LAST CAR PAYMENT.

That is right, my car (not actually my car... but as close as I could find on google images), tomorrow, will officially be paid off. 7 months early too.

This is a big day for me. I remember when I bought that car... the first car I bought myself. I had just started working for EPA. It was my dream car (almost) and I loved it.

I still love it. Even with all of the dings from DC parkers. And the new brakes I had to get. And the one time that deer ran into me on 495 and I had to get most of the front end replaced. It is my car and even though I only drive it about once a week, I can't imagine not having it.

To you little car! My you always have gas and never breakdown.

God made dirt, so dirt don't hurt

Please excuse the grammar... ah, let's face it my grammar isn't much better.

Anyway, we went out to Ray's the Classics and gorged ourselves for Chris's 27th Birthday (aw, such a youngin'). Let me just say, if you haven't been, you should go, maybe now if you can. I think I forgot how good steak was until tonight. Although, I think my cholesterol is up about 10 points after the mac'n'cheese and creamed spinach. Totally worth it.

On the way out, Jeff was getting a mint out for Angela (poorly btw) when it popped out onto the ground. Angela, never one to waste food, promptly picked it up and ate it anyway. You would have thought she dropped it in nuclear waste by people's reactions.

5 second rule people! (Shut it! I don't care about your "research".)

If a little mint, a dry mint, isn't okay to eat, that ice cream off the sidewalk in front of McKeldin junior year should have killed me. That's right, I ate ice cream (Chubby Hubby) off the ground.

And I am not ashamed.

Single, Thin, and Neat

Not that there is anything wrong with that.

So, I think my work crush is gay. What do I have to back up this suspicion? Nothing. Not one good thing, except for the fact that he is single, thin, and neat.

So why do I think he is gay? A) I don't really think he is gay, or at least I am not sure he is gay. B) I don't really care if he is gay, it's not like anything was going to happen anyway(which annoys Angela to no end, I know...btw, UPDATE).

So, really, why do I think he is gay? When I first started crushing, I had no suspicions and I usually have pretty good gaydar. Well, I googled him. He has a very unique name, so I am confident that most of the returns that are in English are from him/in reference to him. Most of the returns were all about work, but there was one, a blog reference that intrigued me (I mean besides the entries for j-pouch ...only click that link if you really want to know more than is probably healthy). Now, the post I found is completely innocent. It is one person wishing another, the crush, "a darling man," a happy birthday.

What about that would make me think he is gay? Nothing, except the author of the blog is apparently a gay man. That's it. But really, how many straight men have gay-man friends? Maybe more than I think, but once I saw that, something just.... clicked in my brain.

And then, of course, he is thin and neat.

So, am I crazy?

Adventures in Food

So you may or may not know, Deb is my new FoodBlog girlfriend. She doesn't know either, so it is okay if you were unaware. Last night... er, Saturday night, was that last night? Anyway, Court and I made three of her recipes on once. I have no idea how she makes recipes after work, because starting at 3:30ish Court and I cooked until 8.

Recipe 1: Butternut Squash and Caramelized Onion Gallete

We decided to add bacon, because really, why NOT add bacon?




So good, but we decided more bacon, and maybe some extra cheese on top. You know, just so we can gild the lily.



Recipe 2: Roasted Stuffed Onions

Court was so surprised that I wanted to make this.. onions are not my favorite. This is my Angela approach to getting to like things.




Also, here we decided with the leftover stuffing that didn't fit in the onions, why not add some goat cheese? Really, you can thank us later for our genius.




Oops... we forgot to take a picture of the finished product, just trust me, they were awesome.


Finally: Peanut Butter Brownies

Even with reduced fat peanut butter these were awesome (the reduced fat peanut butter wasn't to save calories, it was just what was on hand. After 5 sticks of butter, I don't think it matters if you use reduced fat or not.)




Obviously, the best picture of the brownies:

Success!

So normally, I don't like to take medicine. I don't like how it masks how I really feel. I don't like how it can make me feel out of control of my own body. I just don't like it. So you know if I am actually willing to try something, I must be sick. So last night when Court offered me some Ambien (does this make her my "dealer" now?) I took her up on it. I actually think she was a little surprised by how fast I said yes. So after our marathon cooking, once I got back to my place, even though I could have ended up sleep-driving, which would have been especially embarrassing since I didn't wear pants to bed, I took a little blue pill (not the same one as Mr. Dole).


Woo Hoo! I slept last night. All the way to 7 AM, a full five hours longer than I have been for the last week. My hope is, that this has kicked my system back to its regular schedule and I won't have to take another one. But, I am so happy to finally have slept and entire night.

Doop... part 2

But this one has nothing to do with being mistaken for a homeless person!

Point the first: I lost NaBloPoMo... I forgot to blog yesterday. Oops, sorry, my bad. Oh well, this weekend was going to be touch and go anyway. Maybe, I will revise to only blog during the week. Then I just have to make up for yesterday.


Point the second: I forgot it was my sister Carol's 40th Birthday today! Happy Birthday! I called her, because there is no chance she reads this blog. I am not even sure she knows it exists. However, with five kids I am pretty sure that they would not be a priority for her. Especially since they aren't even really celebrating her birthday. :(


Point the third: I am tired. I have been all week. This is what I am blaming the lack of blogging yesterday on. I went to bed at 9:30. The problem is that I have been waking up really early. I have no problems falling asleep, but I wake up way before my alarm (I am not sure how early because I can't actually read the clock... but early). This is starting to piss me off. Stupid body.

Point the fourth (and final): Support the WGA!

Crazy Shorts Girl

So, when I first moved to the DC metropolitan area I didn't wear pants. Not like that you perv!

I don't think I even owned a pair of jeans. If I did it is only because my dad made me buy them because I would "need" them.

Generally, I wore a uniform of a race t-shirt (preferably the starting line-up of the Brickyard 400 or Indy 500)and some shorts, most likely khaki. It wasn't pretty, but it is what I wore.

This what I wore year round, even in winter here, I would just add a pair of tights under the shorts (I know, I was HAWT, beating the college boys off with a stick I tell you, just like now) and a jacket. When it got really cold, I might wear the one pair of jeans, and I did have a winter coat, but that only came out around exams. Once, when I was still in high school, there was a blizzard and temperatures, with wind chill, were in the -20 to -30 range and still I went outside in shorts...sure I had on tights and long-johns underneath and I only stayed out for a couple minutes (Rascal had to be walked), but I did it.

Today, when temperatures were in the 40s, almost 50, I had to wear a winter coat! Me, a winter coat, already.

I think I have lived out here too long. I am officially a pansy like the rest of you.

Doop

So, since I started this whole NaBloPoMo thing...uh, yesterday...I have been carrying around a post-it note with topic ideas on it, just incase I am struck with an idea as I am walking home from work, because believe me I would not remember if I didn't write it down right that second. Even with the post-it, sometimes I don't remember what I meant. (I have Annie as one of the list entries... that is all, and I am pretty sure I didn't mean the musical.)

I should have realized that is was completely ridiculous and I would have plenty to write about, like how someone thought I was homeless today.

Here's how it went down:

Scene: Downtown DC, crossing Pennsylvania Ave NW at 14th St. on my way to my second office.

Vendor: Would you like to make a dontation to help the homeless today and buy a copy of street sense?

Me: No, thanks. I can't today.

(Side note: Normally I do, but I didn't have any $1, plus I usually buy from the same guy that stands outside the CVS by my house. It would have been like cheating to buy from this guy.)

Vendor: Hey, can I ask you a question?

Me: Sure.

Vendor: I noticed you seem weighed down by a lot of bags; are you experiencing a bout of homelessness?

Me:(Trying to laugh it off)Nope, just moving between offices right now.

D'oh. So was it the two full bags or the unwashed hair (my hairdresser told me not to!)? And I thought I looked nice; good thing I haven't seen my (possibly gay - that's a topic for another day)crush today.

Swirl and Tap

On the recommendation of Leah, the lady who did the make-up for Court's wedding, I went out this weekend and bout some mineral make-up. Specifically, I bought Bare Escentuals... the get started pack in light to fairly light (because there isn't a Casper white shade).

Over all I really like it. It doesn't feel like I am wearing make-up at all. I think it does a very nice job blending covering redness (Seriously, acne at 28? That is so uncool t-zone.). I kind of want to go out and get the other collections (beyond the basics and get started eyes). The starter pack I got had two "foundations", two "all over face colors", the mineral veil, three brushes and a DVD to show you how to use them all (although I am still unclear about one of the brushes... it seems superfluous to me.), this was all for the bargain price of $63 at Ulta.

The really nice part of the make-up is that a) it is quick b) I feel like I am using less make-up and not clogging up my pores and c) it is subtle... here are some pictures:

Washed face, after toner (and a little eyebrow plucking... not that you can tell since I apparently can't take a clear picture to save my life):



Here is me with the foundations on (I use one to cover red and the other all over):



Finally, with warmth, glee and the mineral veil on (no mascara or lipstick.... because I am lazy):



PS - Please ignore the hair... I need to buy a diffuser I think and/or buy some new pomeade.

NaBloPoMo

I have decied to do this. I don't know that it will work, but I need to do something. So far for 2008, I only have 8 entries... that barely takes two hands to count!

So, my goal is to actually follow this and blog once a day. Obviously they aren't all going to be winners, but really, how many of my past entries ever have been?

I am hoping this will also make me look around more and find interesting things in my life, because currently? I am a little bored.

First, of course, I have to catch-up and post entires to make up for November 2, 3, and 4... thank God I got my hair cut on the first!

Doop... I will have to cross-refernece these posts, to show up on Blogger... maybe I will do a best of on Blogger at the end of the month.

Too Cool

My predictions:

Court won't like it.

Angela and Mike will call me hipster.

I am pleased to intorduce you to...

HELO! the betta fish. He is my new office pet.





Sadly, I think he is a sulking, goth teenager fish. But, I love him anyway.

Inspiration

for this post is brought to you by the malfunctioning cable box.

Old TV: Got reception without cable box.

Beautiful, New, Secrect Lover TV: No reception without cable box. Don't worry I still love you little TV.

The cable guy can't come until Friday. It is Tuesday.

The flashing 88:88 is taunting me.


Oh, I love TV
But, now it's gone and I'm sad
Please come back to me.

How much more random can I make this post? I do not know or care.

Maybe without the TV I will at least go to bed on time. And, now I have an excuse to take half of Friday off to wait for the repair man.

I could talk about kickball, but I am too tired (as I am sure you can tell from this stream of consciousness post).

Hair!

I didn't see Jack or anyone else from Lost

... but it was still a pretty good vacation.

I will post more later, but you can go here for some pictures.

A Quick Summary:

* 0 - the number of days I slept in... actually, most days we woke up at 6:30, which is earlier than I normally do.

* 1 - the number of former boy-band members I saw at the airport.

* 2 - the number of times I went swimming in the ocean... my parents don't swim, so beach time was limited.

* 3 - the number of times I had Cincinnati Chili in the 4 days surrounding the trip that I was in Cincinnati.

* 4 - number of rental cars we had, sadly none of them were of the convertabile or Mustang style.

* 5 - number of hours it takes to fly to/from California (LAX or SFO).

* 6 - this is harder than it looks.

* 7 - Number of nights we actully spent in Hawaii.

* 8 - Are you even reading anymore? Do the numbers mean anything to you? This ideas seemed better when I first started.

* 9 - I like even numbers better than odd numbers, excpet for multiples of 5.

* 10 - Number of planes I flew on.

* 11 - AM, the time we arrived in Cincinnati on Wednesday, after leaving Honolulu at noonish on Tuesday. It takes a long time to get home.

* 12 - the number of take-offs I have had in the last two weeks (11 from planes, 1 from a helicopter).

And now, I need another vacation.

More like Stupid Rider

So, because I was so bored last night and I couldn't justify to myself (because it is just sad) to go to bed at 9:00 PM. I sat down to watch Easy Rider.

You know, one of those films everyone (everyone old) talks about as being so good and such a monumental film. One of those films that you should watch to get more jokes and pop culturereferences?

Well, they are all wrong. It is a dumb, dumb movie. It made me mad to watch it. Nothing about it is good. Okay, maybe that isn't true, Jack Nicholson was in it, and he was kind a good. Although, he dies dumbly in the film. Actually they all die dumbly in the film... oops I hope I didn't ruin it for you, not really though.

I actually fast forwarded through a lot of it. The entire movie is 95 minutes long, a good 45 minutes is just them riding bikes, not talking, just riding. Anger RISING. Even the soundtrack didn't make me want to watch.

I would watch Warriors a 1,000 times before I watch this again.

HATE IT.

The Warriors

I am going to real time blog this one I think....we will see how it goes considering I can't type really and I am currently missing my enter key (don't ask... there was an incident with a grape stem).


*** WARNING... this really only works if you are watching the movie too I think. Sorry. ***


First, before we begin a little background. I have never seen this movie and have no idea what to expect. I think it was put on the list (yeah, remember when this blog was going to have a schtick? There was a long list of movies, still on my netflix queue, that went along with that schitck.) under the recommendation of T.M. Goeneveld. This movie, is from 1979 and is about a New York City gang (I am going to go out on a limb and say they are called "The Warriors"). Okay, now on with the show.

Oh man, this version is a special edition...and the direct is talking to me... without being in the special features. This better not go on too long. Apparently this story has connection to comic books and the "Greeks". I can tell already this will be awesome....ly bad.

Ok...still director talking.. too long I say. Too long!

Rated R... does my mother know what I am watching?

401 BC The Battle of Cunaxa ...the Greek army is 1000 miles from everything and they are on a fourced march... how does this get to New York? Ah, apparently both are a story of courage.

The Warriors are badass - the title is in red spray paint.

Something is brewing among the gangs in NYC, they are sending emissaries their word, not mine) to a big gang meeting.

They, The Warriors, in spify leather vest that say "Warriors," are going to the Bronx conclave where every gang in the city will is meeting up. This includes the gang of pimps... and mimes...interesting. Who is afraid of the mime gang? Invisible boxes? It seems, that each gang is limited to 9 guys and no weapons, how civilized.

So far the acting, is astounding. Seriously, after-school special cailber.

So, they are going to see Cyrus, he is the President of the biggest gang in the city. President really? Was he elected to this office? Is that how gangs work? Hmmm. The liberal media would have us believe it has something to do with "crime," I shall inform them of their mistake.

There are many "gangs" at the ... place... I think it is supposed to be the Colesium.

Cyrus looks and sounds a bit like The Rock. Apparently, there is city-wide gang truce. "Miracles is the way things ought to be." Yup he said that. He does some math and calculates that there are 60,000 gang member and only 20,000 police officer. Can you dig it?

Oh... he wants to unionize. Can you dig it? Sorry, I mean he wants to be a Crime Syndicate.

Damn "the man," turning the gangs against each other, fighting for turf.

Doh here come the Coppers.

Nice misdirection, some one, not the cops, just shot Cyrus. Guess the truce is shot. Heh, pardon the pun.

General chaos ensues. One of the Warroirs see who shot Cyrus. The guy who actually shot Cyrus blames Greek Hat Warrior. GHW is now getting the beat down I expected. All of his Warrior buddies have deserted him. Nice brotherhood man.

How big is New York City? Because wherever they are they say it is 50-100 miles from where Coney Island.

Now The Warriors are fighting over who will be their new leader. I guess GHW was the old leader.

Ack, this movie is cut with cartoon parts.

Now we are introduced to the "Riffs" I will be calling them Cobra Kai. For some reason, The Warriors have stepped on CobraK's toes, and they want them "wasted." The Riffs are from Gramarcy.

And there is a basball gang. A baseball gang that wears clown make-up. I am shaking in my boots.

How long is this movie? Can I be done?

So, you know that word, Isaiah Washington is in trouble for saying? They keep using it in the movie. Awesome.

And there is a school bus gang... now they will be called Short Bus (SB) One of the Warriors calls them skinheads. Now, I have a question, can you be African-american and still be a skinhead? I didn't think those two things mixed.

The Warriors, trying to get back to the 'tro, I'm sorry, the subway, are being chased by the SB while trying to make their train. This is completely unrealistic, that train waited way too long in the station. That's it, my suspension of disbelief is shattered.

They are celebrating ditching the SB...maybe too early.

dun, Dun, DUN.

Oh man. I totally called it (ok, maybe one of the Warriors told them not to celebrate too early), there is a fire on the track.

CobraK's aren't out for Warrior blood, they just want them for shooting Cyrus I guess?

There is a caste system in gangs. The Orphans aren't even on the map they weren't invited to the big meeting, but The Warriors have to cross through their turf. For some reason, the Little Annies are willing to let the Warriors pass through with no trouble.

Or, almost no trouble.

Annie (heh), a GIRL, is part of the Orphans, and she wants a Warrior vest. Now The orphans want them to take off their "colors" and pass through as civilians. Nice nips BTW Annie.

Annie taunts them as they leave. I don't know Annie, I think this might be a case of "writing check your body can't cash." Strangely, she follows them as they leave.

See dumbie. They knew you were following and hid. But, apparently, she is looking for some real action. And now the rest of the Orpahns show up (shocker.. not that kind). It is 30 vs. 8 and yet with one molatov cocktail I don't know where they got it, the Warriors get away and serendipitiously there is a train waiting at the next station. Annie, still in tow. If this were a different kind of movie, I would say there was a gang bang (doh, I did it again) in her future.

HERMAN... one of the Warriors is named Herman?!

The train stays in station and the Warriors get worried. Oops, the cops are after them. They, of course, get away.

The Baseball gang is back,. Yeah, I would run from them too. For being a baseball gang, they run really slowly, but they do have bats...

...Which are apparently useless against a Warrior.

This movie is 1 hour and 33 minutes long. I believe, by my calculations, that makes it 1 hour and 30 minutes too long.

We are about 50 minutes through at this point.

Has anyone seen the Beauty Shop? Well in that they use a DJ and you only see her lips. They are doing that in this movie too, but as a way of keeping score. It is not good, in either movie really.

4 of the Warriors have made it to Union Station, where they decided to go, for some reason instead of Coney Island. There are girls at Union Station. In other news, my neighbors are playing music really loudly... which means they should have no hearing left soon if I can hear it and understand the words.

4 Warriors are still left out on the streets. And then there were three, when pretty boy warrior decides to sit down and scam on a hooker (I think). But, one of those classy ones. Two of the three who left PB go back to watch his back.

I was wrong. It wasn't a hooker, it was a cop. PB got a little rough with her and she cuffed him to the bench. Whose name we find out late in Ajax.

I am eating microwave NutriSystem cake now... it is weird.

Annie returns.. I didn't even know she was lost. Maybe that happened when I was mixing cake. Annie and Lone Warrior go to the subway, take out a cop and start down the train tracks.

Checking in with the 4 Musketeers, they are still with the ladies. This totally isn't a trap. The girls are called the Lizzies...I will allow you to draw your own conclusions.

Annie doesn't like to walk, just like Court!

I think Annie has a little Stockholm syndrome. The Warrior she is with is casting aspersions of the whore variety on her character. Which of course means they end up making out.

It is perhaps the worst make out scene I have ever seen. They look like fish making out... there is something wrong with their mouths.

And he dumps her. Shortest. Relationship. Ever. Maybe it was the bad kissing.

The Warriors with chicks finally figure out - ok, fine, not so much "figure-out" as much as they are "jumped by" the chicks. We are down to three in this group, I am not sure what happened to #4. They decide to go back to Union Station... which they are now calling Union Square.

Jerk Warrior is all alone... but being followed by Roller Skate boy. I will assume there is a Roller Skate gang to back him up. Remember this 1979 so these are the big ones with wheels in the corners, not inline... so they are espcially cool.

5 Warriors reunite at Union Square.

Roller Boy also wears overalls. So it isn't from Roller gang, he is with overalls gang. Swan (jerk warrior) is now reunited with Annie, and the 5 Warriors...

...Who all go into the bathroom. So, gangs are like girls huh? Annie has problems following them in there. Excuse me Annie, but I don't think you are really the type of girl that would protest in this situation.

Overall gang follows them in. The Warriors, obviously, kick butt. Annie cheers from the sideline. They all get on a train.

None of the gangs can stop the Warriors. The ConbraKai are mad.

Prom kids get on the train and are oblivious until they look at Annie's shoes? Definitely a case of the haves and the have nots... but I am unsure what else that was for... especially when one of the girls drops her corsage on the way off the train at the next station. I call Annie getting that corsage when they get off.

Morning comes. They are at Stillwell Ave... I guess in Coney Island? Swan gives Annie the dropped corsage. Sweet? ish? Swan decides with one look at Coney Island it wasn't worth traveling back to and he and Annie decide to travel. Yeah, I am confused too, and I am actually watching the movie.

The Rogues are in Coney Island...in the Ghostbuster mobile.

The Warriors know this and prepare their broken bottle.

Guy who shot Cyrus is creepy and likes to click three glass bottles togther. It is REALLY annoying and I would shot him in real life. He is also screeching "Warriors... come out to play-yay." We are back to 6 Warriors somehow BTW plus Annie.

There is going to be a brawl on the beach.

Apparently Crazy Rogue guy who killed Cyrus didn't have a reason for shooting Cyrus. Swan wants to take him on one on one. But, Crazy says he will win because he has a gun. Of course, a knife in the arm ruins his plans and Swan et al. can duck real fast.

The Cobra Kai show up, and they know who really killed Cyrus. Sensai gives props to the Warriors and then take out the Rogues.

And that is the end.


PS- So technically I wrote this while watching the movie on Friday, but I cleaned it up in a half-assed way when I posted it on 01/25/07.

Sheepish

Well Hello there... Long time no see.


I know, I know, I am a horrible blogger. Would you like an excuse?

a) I was abducted by aliens. They took me to their ship and preformed tests on me. Sadly, they did not have an Internet connection for me to use while up there and now my memory of the whole ordeal is very foggy. That must be a side effect of the anal probe.

b) I hate everyone.

c) My life really isn't all that interesting and I don't have a cute dog or baby to talk about all of the time. Just a TV (okay, not just a TV; it's the greatest TV in the world, but still, you don't want to hear about it, I know, trust me).


So, no I haven't been updating, what do you want to know about? Hmm, my dating life you say?

I say..HA!

There isn't one. I tried eHarmony for three months (it was special offer), I didn't meet anyone. A friend tried to set me up with a guy from her Swing class, to put it mildly he was a dud (ask me about the emails and John Paul the Great). (Um,excuse me? Exactly.)

Currently, I am accepting any and all offers to be set up and/or to go on dates.
Do you know someone between 25 and 31? A geek? In the DC metro area?(Soon, but not yet, I may be desperate enough to date long distance... it depends on when Karen gets engaged.) Send them my way.

Sorry Abs, but please, no LARPers.

I could pretend to make a New Year's resolution at this point, promising to update more often, but I wouldn't hold my breath.