Sunday, October 31, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Oh, the Horror!
While a Brittish man wearing fishnets, a corset and heavy make-up may be scary to some, Dr. Frank N. Furter is not usually considered a frightening character.
This week on Glee, they were featuring songs from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, the 1975 cult classic starring Tim Curry as the transvestite Frank. I hate I missed it, but I'm sure the kids did Tim Curry proud. Coincidentally, I was flipping channels around 9:15 and the original RHPS was on TV.
It's cheesy, silly, and in no way scary. Musicals usually don't make for good horror movies. Frank prances around in his outfit and Rocky, his creation, wears little more than a gold speedo. Heck, Janet and Brad spend most of the movie in their underwear. Sure, there are dead bodies and a little gore, but not enough to keep you up at night. It's really a mock-horror/sci-fi flick.
But when I was about 12, it scared the crap out of me. And I never laid eyes on the film.
RHPS become a popular midnight movie shown at one of the theatres in my area. How do I know? My favorite radio station would play the advertisement for it all the time when I was in my room, late at night, listening to music. I'd hear the creepy voice of Rif Raff or Magenta and tidbits of a few of the songs. I was sure RHPS was a super-scary movie. "Horror" was in the title for crying out loud! Just hearing the ad freaked me out enough to change the station. and it was an old school radio, so I had to scroll the dial to one station, and then scoll it back to try and find my station again.
Years later, when my friend's older sister told us about it and how fun it was to sit in the theatre and sing along and throw toast, I couldn't believe it. Props and singing and dancing? That is what I changed the station for? That is what gave me the creeps?
Now that "Paranormal Activity 2"? That would keep meup at night.
This post has been brought to you by Mama Kat's Writers Workshop.
This week on Glee, they were featuring songs from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, the 1975 cult classic starring Tim Curry as the transvestite Frank. I hate I missed it, but I'm sure the kids did Tim Curry proud. Coincidentally, I was flipping channels around 9:15 and the original RHPS was on TV.
It's cheesy, silly, and in no way scary. Musicals usually don't make for good horror movies. Frank prances around in his outfit and Rocky, his creation, wears little more than a gold speedo. Heck, Janet and Brad spend most of the movie in their underwear. Sure, there are dead bodies and a little gore, but not enough to keep you up at night. It's really a mock-horror/sci-fi flick.
But when I was about 12, it scared the crap out of me. And I never laid eyes on the film.
RHPS become a popular midnight movie shown at one of the theatres in my area. How do I know? My favorite radio station would play the advertisement for it all the time when I was in my room, late at night, listening to music. I'd hear the creepy voice of Rif Raff or Magenta and tidbits of a few of the songs. I was sure RHPS was a super-scary movie. "Horror" was in the title for crying out loud! Just hearing the ad freaked me out enough to change the station. and it was an old school radio, so I had to scroll the dial to one station, and then scoll it back to try and find my station again.
Years later, when my friend's older sister told us about it and how fun it was to sit in the theatre and sing along and throw toast, I couldn't believe it. Props and singing and dancing? That is what I changed the station for? That is what gave me the creeps?
Now that "Paranormal Activity 2"? That would keep meup at night.
This post has been brought to you by Mama Kat's Writers Workshop.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
About Me
It's funny. Sometimes exploring bloggie land feels a little like dating. Now, it's been more than 13 years since I've been single so I may not have a clue as to what I'm talking about but stick with me a minute... Sure, you have your favorites that you visit regularly, but sometimes you go venturing out to see who else is out there.
If you're anything like me, you read a post or two and check out their "About Me" page or profile. I might learn that we are both Southern girls and enjoy Yaz so I immediately feel a connection. Based on that, I decide want to check them out again. I may, indeed, visit again only to decide later that I'm really not enjoying them anymore. On the otherhand, I may really like this gal and add her to my favorites list.
There's a little bit of a pressure to have not just a good post but also a good profile. My problem is how do you stuff a lifetime into two paragraphs?
I have a husband and a daughter, but my blog does not revolve around either of those. They are certainly contributing factors, but not the main source of my writing. There's only so many ADORABLE pictures of your child we are interesting in seeing.
I want to come off as witty, but not snarky. Let's face it, who needs another self-righteous bitch in their lives? And then, I want to keep it clean, but I do curse occasionally so I don't want to completely edit myself.
I'm also fairly crafty and enjoy decorating, but I'm not nearly as good as some of the ladies out there so I don't want to mislead people to think I am a go-to girl for tye-dying Tshirts and Halloween decorations (although my fall decorations are pretty cute this year...).
Drinking, going out, dancing and having a good time are not things I gave up when I got married. It doesn't make me a bad person or a bad mom and I certainly don't do it all the time. I enjoy spending time with my friends and if it involves a round of shots, so be it.
I'm Southern and proud of it, but I'm also a bit redneck. We enjoy playing in the mud, college football and bar-b-que (that's a noun and not a verb). I don't want you to think I am some back-woods moron because of it. I have a four-year degree and know the difference between "affect" and "effect".
I enjoy music, movies, TV and reading but don't feel strongly enough about any of them to feel that my preference for them defines me. If you loooove Twilight, that's great. Good for you. I don't care about it, Taylor Swift, The Jersey Shore or James Patterson.
So while I'd love to have a profile that really let's you know who I am, I just don't know how the hell to put 35 years of me onto a single page. What about you?
This post was brought to you by Mama Kat's Writers Workshop.
If you're anything like me, you read a post or two and check out their "About Me" page or profile. I might learn that we are both Southern girls and enjoy Yaz so I immediately feel a connection. Based on that, I decide want to check them out again. I may, indeed, visit again only to decide later that I'm really not enjoying them anymore. On the otherhand, I may really like this gal and add her to my favorites list.
There's a little bit of a pressure to have not just a good post but also a good profile. My problem is how do you stuff a lifetime into two paragraphs?
I have a husband and a daughter, but my blog does not revolve around either of those. They are certainly contributing factors, but not the main source of my writing. There's only so many ADORABLE pictures of your child we are interesting in seeing.
I want to come off as witty, but not snarky. Let's face it, who needs another self-righteous bitch in their lives? And then, I want to keep it clean, but I do curse occasionally so I don't want to completely edit myself.
I'm also fairly crafty and enjoy decorating, but I'm not nearly as good as some of the ladies out there so I don't want to mislead people to think I am a go-to girl for tye-dying Tshirts and Halloween decorations (although my fall decorations are pretty cute this year...).
Drinking, going out, dancing and having a good time are not things I gave up when I got married. It doesn't make me a bad person or a bad mom and I certainly don't do it all the time. I enjoy spending time with my friends and if it involves a round of shots, so be it.
I'm Southern and proud of it, but I'm also a bit redneck. We enjoy playing in the mud, college football and bar-b-que (that's a noun and not a verb). I don't want you to think I am some back-woods moron because of it. I have a four-year degree and know the difference between "affect" and "effect".
I enjoy music, movies, TV and reading but don't feel strongly enough about any of them to feel that my preference for them defines me. If you loooove Twilight, that's great. Good for you. I don't care about it, Taylor Swift, The Jersey Shore or James Patterson.
So while I'd love to have a profile that really let's you know who I am, I just don't know how the hell to put 35 years of me onto a single page. What about you?
This post was brought to you by Mama Kat's Writers Workshop.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
The day I stuck it to my boss
Back when Steve and I were newlyweds, I used to work in a commercial real estate office in Virginia Beach. Back then, I got paid like $8/hour as a receptionist. It was a family owned company so there were some nice perks, like occasionally being treated to lunch, getting to leave early sometimes and nice Christmas bonuses (what's that?! a Christmas bonus! Who gets those anymore?).
On the down side, some of my bosses were real jerks. This one guy, I'll call him Bill, thought he was hot shit. He'd walk around with his Bible and his day-planner complaining how BUSY he was. At least that's what he'd say when he finally wandered into the office at 11:00 and wouldn't return any calls. Bill was so snobby. He only used GOLD paperclips because he thought they looked classier. One time I had to give him a ride to his house. His car was being detailed or something. I had the windows down and he looked at me like I was insane. "Can we get get some air on in here, " he whined.
I'm telling you all this so you can have a picture of the kind of guy Bill was when I tell you the prank I pulled on him.
I shared the front office with Samantha, the office manager. She and Bill had a love/hate relationship. She loved to pretend she hated him when truth be told, I think she loved all the attention from their nagging/kidding/complaining.
One day, Bill was in the supply closet which was just off our front office. He started singing and Samantha and I decided to show our displeasure by shutting him in there. No big deal. He kept singing and ended up being in there quite a while.
Somewhere I get the bright idea to put strips of clear packing tape across the door frame (I am giggling as I type...). Several strips of clear packing tape all across the door. I'm back at my desk when he finally emerges and SMACK! Bill walks right into the tape! It was like seeing someone walk into a giant spider web. I was laughing so hard I fell off my chair! Samantha stiffled a few giggles then followed Bill into his office as he stammered off.
Afterwards, I had to apologize to Bill. I guess I should be glad nothing worse came of it. But I gotta tell you... it was soooo worth it!
This post has been brought to you by Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop.
On the down side, some of my bosses were real jerks. This one guy, I'll call him Bill, thought he was hot shit. He'd walk around with his Bible and his day-planner complaining how BUSY he was. At least that's what he'd say when he finally wandered into the office at 11:00 and wouldn't return any calls. Bill was so snobby. He only used GOLD paperclips because he thought they looked classier. One time I had to give him a ride to his house. His car was being detailed or something. I had the windows down and he looked at me like I was insane. "Can we get get some air on in here, " he whined.
I'm telling you all this so you can have a picture of the kind of guy Bill was when I tell you the prank I pulled on him.
I shared the front office with Samantha, the office manager. She and Bill had a love/hate relationship. She loved to pretend she hated him when truth be told, I think she loved all the attention from their nagging/kidding/complaining.
One day, Bill was in the supply closet which was just off our front office. He started singing and Samantha and I decided to show our displeasure by shutting him in there. No big deal. He kept singing and ended up being in there quite a while.
Somewhere I get the bright idea to put strips of clear packing tape across the door frame (I am giggling as I type...). Several strips of clear packing tape all across the door. I'm back at my desk when he finally emerges and SMACK! Bill walks right into the tape! It was like seeing someone walk into a giant spider web. I was laughing so hard I fell off my chair! Samantha stiffled a few giggles then followed Bill into his office as he stammered off.
Afterwards, I had to apologize to Bill. I guess I should be glad nothing worse came of it. But I gotta tell you... it was soooo worth it!
This post has been brought to you by Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop.
Friday, October 8, 2010
wall art ...finally!
We've been in the house over a year now and there is still one box to be unpacked and some pictures to be hung. I'm just not a very motivated person. So I was in no hurry to put something up on the living room wall. I knew I'd find something I liked and was cheap not too expensive.
Back in January, on the way home from visiting a friend, I stopped at an outlet mall. In Carolina Pottery I saw the coolest wall "tiles." I use quotes because they looked kinda like ceramic tiles but were really light-weight metal. Anyhoo...They were big (check!), blue and brown (check!) and $17 a piece (check!). However, when I got them home, I decided it was too much blue on blue. I thought some sort of backing would look good. Long story short and 9 months later... I finally have them hanging on my wall!
Tada!!!
I cut an old political sign (corrugated plastic) to size and then spray painted it brown because the white showed through the burlap. Then I sprayed adhesive onto it and placed my burlap over it. I folded the corners giftwrap-style and used duct tape to hold them down. I nailed straight through sign to hold it and each of the tiles in place.
Ok, so it's not Goodwill cheap, but not bad for less than $75!
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