Drink up' me hearties... you ho's...

A sad relation of events in which the socially marginalized decide to have fun on a Thursday night.

I am spent, tired and in the meanest of moods.

Summer is not a fun time at the Office and the end of the month of August mark the Billing Company annual meeting, in which someone will try to blame the Office Staff for not providing enough information for Revenue to be collected and the Office Staff will have to fight each single allegation, claw and tooth, to justify a decent Christmas bonus in return.

All in all, it is CRUNCH TIME, which mean the closest to social interaction will be sleeping on top of the keyboard and receiving a mild electrical shock when the drool hits exposed wire or using the copying machine as a tanning bed.

Anyways, I have no idea why in hell Doc decided to have a Happy hour on a Thursday, and then to make things better, he decided it will be enforced by calling it an extraordinary meeting... to which we could invite someone over for drinks. I mean some people would say I have to be grateful, but come on... I'm thinking about paperwork while a 47 year old man discusses buying a VESPA as an alternative to his obvious midlife crisis.

I couldn't find a date even if I frigging paid him and Lysania's husband just said NO to the opportunity of saving us from ourselves. We were left alone, weird sisters fending off , not wanting to talk about mini bikes, not feeling like drinking, etc, etc...

At least, there is the oeuvres... you know there were scallops wrapped in bacon with mango sauce, bang bang shrimp, plain cocktail shrimps, even the not so fantastic cheeseticks with marinara sauce, but nooooo... we got there late and Doc had decided that it was time for us to explore Eastern shores. Our joyful culinary excursions called for Sashimi Tuna...

Me, I'm game for anything. Raw stuff doesn't do much for me, specially when I know that people over here - mostly Doc and Dr. Gal- eat it to secure their status chic and not because they really like it- you can see it in their faces. Besides, he/she who is used to Sashimi would master the chopsticks by now and none of them even dare open the packages.

To make the long story short, the only joy of the evening was watching Lysania struggling to swallow what she didnt realize at first was raw fish, and miserably failing. I am evil like that today. Anyway at the end she got her way and pronounced herself sole owner of the scallops.

The hour didn't bring much happiness ans you can see. I'm just trying to make it to the weekend ...

Ahhhhhh, the quote, let's suppose we had some fun...

"Rum's not drinking, it's surviving!" - Robert Shaw as "Romer Treece" in the movie "The Deep"

Crescent City

Two years after the greatest natural disaster in the Southern States, the city of New Orleans struggles to keep going, against all odds, when most people thought the music would die.
From those of us who've been there... cheers to it's people, and their infectious joy for life, respect for the dead...until we cross paths gain.

I couldn't pretend to say it better than the best of them all, today's quote comes from Mark Twain, on a city, an event and a way of life that marches to it's own drum:

"It has been said that a Scotchman has not seen the world until he has seen Edinburgh; and I think that I may say that an American has not seen the United States until he has seen New Orleans."-- Mark Twain, Letter to Pamela Moffett, March 1859

Ain't too tired to blog

Mom is back from the hospital, I barely have the strenght to type after two days of no sleep... She came back with a cool scar and a Defibrillator that will basically grant her the powers of Pikachu... or something like it.

I am just happy this little ordeal is over.

I'll leave a quote in reference to the heart- the proverbial, not the medical- just to celebrate life, which is the most important thing of all:

"Today, see if you can stretch your heart and expand your love so that it touches not only those to whom you can give it easily, but also those who need it so much." -Daphine Rose Kingma.

Stardust... no spoilers

I'm still glowing, all puns intended after seeing... oh the joy, of a Neil Gaiman adaptation with some budget to provide a glimpse into his imagination.

Note to the excessively purist... the Graphic medium allows to stretch it as far as the ink allows, translating it to visuals is not as easy as it might look, specially when you are dealing with settings that you cannot quite compare with reality. Counting with Neil Gaiman himself as both producer and script adapter is THE CLOSEST any fanboy/girl will get, and we should be thankful for it.

Setting all book controversies aside, I will dare say this is THE PRINCESS BRIDE for a disenfranchised generation.

Went to the movies with the usual summer crew. Michelle and Kendra. After crossing my heart and promising my niece there won't be much kissing, etc, etc, etc... lights went and we all found ourselves glued to a charmer of a movie.

Claire Danes makes a lovely Yvaine, a fallen star in human form that is experiencing for the first time the petty agonies and trifle joys of ordinary life, magnified by her apparent lack of understanding of human nature.

Charlie Cox's Tristan is innocent and true and like many boys... without a clue.

Mark Strong and Michelle Pfeiffer steal their respective scenes and they are evil, cold and have no heart, as every villain should.

Robert Deniro as Captain Shake n'Spear, or is it Shakespeare? is... well go and see for yourselves how one of the greatest actors of his generation takes himself lightly, he sure got the hardest laughs.

What I found enchanting about it is that it kept to the spirit of the book, a fairy tale meant to teach us what is is to be human, the subtle difference between what love is and what we would want it to be and the prize that await those who learn to take chances, even if it means to venture into another world.

If you love Gaiman, you'll be like me, the fangirl will walk out smiling and crossing her fingers saying, they got it right...

PS: In the Kendra meter the yuck, kissy factor was within the expected range, the witches, ghosts and flying pirates carried her seal of approval: AWESOME!!!!

The quote doesn't come from the movie, but it was funny:

"I didn't know Gaiman could do pink... well now that I think about it that's kind of fuchsia"- Michelle

Nahhhh na nai?

Heat index is 106 degrees and it's getting to me, all of a sudden I find myself with this song stuck in my head, and liking it

If you dont see me around....

I'm buried in FACEBOOK, trying to build a decent profile... right now the worst of vices is taking over me... I am running race bets with play "munny" against Lysania... it is a disgrace