Thursday, November 5, 2009

Rant: Evite Fail

I hate digital invitations.

Mostly because in my ADD, I either forget to add them to my calendar, or I lose the email under a ton of emails that arrive after it. I think digital invites are horrible because I used to look forward to seeing a fun festive invite in the mail that I could post on my bathroom mirror.

Everything seems so digitally integrated now. I know I can't live without my iCal. I'd forget a party if it wasn't written down.... oh wait... I did. FAIL!

Don't get me started on Facebook and Myspace invites. Oy. Facebook invites are 80% band shows (much like Myspace). The rest are jewelry/Mary Kay/I-don't-have-the-money-to-shop-at-your-party kind of stuff. I'm all for hanging out with friends, but send an email for cricket's sake.

Ok... I'm getting off my soapbox.

Recap: I'm more likely to lose a digital invitation than a paper one. Evite/Facebook Invites are impersonal and suck (also more likely to go to the spam email than my current address, btw)

Monday, October 5, 2009

Bellingham, WA trip - Day 1 & 2

It's always a good idea to break ties with your reality and get out to see the world that isn't muddied by the hazy stress of everyday life.

I really anticipated going on vacation since it was planned. My aunt and uncle moved from San Antonio to Bellingham, WA last year. Since it's more difficult to get down to Texas for visits, we decided we should make our way to the Pacific Northwest to see what the fuss was about. The fuss = postcard worthy views of Puget Sound and the San Juan Islands... and mountains everywhere.

The lead up on Friday was a yo-yo ride similar to The Clash tune "Should I Stay or Should I Go?" Mom got a cold midweek, and Friday started running a fever. Our plans hung in the balance as we mulled over changing flights to accommodate Mom's health. Luckily, her fever broke, and we were heading for the airport at 5am.

You'd hope that it would be easy to just get on a plane and get the heck out of Dodge... heh... no. Just as our plane was backing out of the gate, there was some engine trouble. So we got off the plane, sat for an hour, watched the sunrise over Dallas, and waited on a new plane. We finally got our plane, and we were on our way. It was a near empty flight, so we pretty much had the run of the plane. I grabbed a window seat with a power plug, set up a movie on my laptop, and pressed my face to the window to watch the scenery. I must've taken well over 130 pictures just on the plane.

After we landed and got our rental car, I stayed awake for most of the drive through Seattle, but I decided that a nap would be great. I woke up just in time to enjoy the journey through the Coastal Mountains just before Bellingham. Joel and Suzie welcomed us as we drove up the steep driveway. Their house is up on the foothills of Mt Baker, and it overlooks the Fairhaven area of Bellingham... right on down to the bay and across to the islands. As the sun set, we could see all the way to Vancouver Island. It's absolutely gorgeous out here.

Yesterday was our second day in Bellingham. My aunt and uncle have a small garden that they grow some herbs and produce. Suzie made rhubarb bread for breakfast, and we piled into their SUV and heading down scenic Chuckanut Drive. (Not kidding about the name, I still giggle). Our adventure came to a stop when we came upon a small traffic jam due to a fallen limb in the road. There was a powerline in it as well, but about 20 people got out of their cars to move the limb, leaving the powerline. That wouldn't happen in Texas. lol

We stopped at several viewpoints to take pictures and admire the view of the San Juan Islands. Our destination was Deception Pass between Fidalgo and Whidbey Islands. There's a state park there. We took lots of pictures, and decided to hike a trail to the summit of a hill to get a better view. 0.4 miles, mostly uphill, but it was worth it. We came out on a bald spot of exposed rock that was scraped clean by glaciers during the last ice age. It looked like we were on top of the world. It was awesome.

We broke for lunch at a local Applebee's and caught a bit of the Cowboy game. :-P Great lunch, awful game. After lunch, we headed back to the park and down to the rocky beach underneath the bridge. I found some pretty rocks and a bit of driftwood that I intend to make a decorative bowl out of.

When we got back to Bellingham, we stopped at the store for provisions, and then headed home to make dinner. Dinner was homemade pizza, and everyone chipped in. It was awesome. I made my favorite margarita pizza with roma tomatoes and fresh basil from Suzie's garden. I was pretty exhausted after that, so I headed to bed.

More to come later....

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

The thing about money.

It is said that money is the root of all evil. However, money is necessary to do just about anything [unless you're a skillful hermit with no qualms about crickets for dinner]. Therefore, money is a necessary evil.

Having student loans to pay has made life a little challenging in the financial dept. If I don't get alot of hours at work, I fail to be able to make those huge payments [huge because I haven't consolidated yet]. I almost didn't make it this month, but my ever faithful God came through [because He ALWAYS comes through! Amen!] to scoot me clear by the seat of my pants. Took almost all my savings along with.

I was already walking a fine line last week when I had to get stuff for a bridal shower, fuel up, and grab lunch. I should have checked my balance, but I thought I was good. Yah, no. I got dinged last week for overdrafts. Ok, fine. I accept overdraft fees as a fact of life, much like death and taxes. I was in the red, and I take full responsibility for the baked potato that put me under. I got paid on Friday, I'm in the black again, and I've moved on with life.

My dad has taken it upon himself to over see my finances since El Switch-o Grande [the day Movin' became Mega] at the radio station. I really don't spend money on anything besides fuel and food [or is that two types of fuel?]. He never really says much anymore. However, since I got dinged twice, he considers me in a "bad financial situation." Ok, fine, a $35 overdraft fee is equal to about 5 hrs of work. He wants me to call and make a fuss/give a sob story to the bank to get that fee waived. I'm just one of those people who accepts the consequences, so I really didn't feel comfortable calling the bank and fussing [because the last time didn't work]. Also, calling wasn't my idea, so I'm not filled the the gumption it takes to get over my phone anxiety and rattle some call-center monkey's cage [don't ask about the anxiety, and don't ask me to call in a pizza]. [Also, I'm a horrible bargainer, flea markets are bad news].


I just got called downstairs because Dad went ahead and called the bank. Luckily, a nice lady name Irene helped me out by waiving one of those fees and setting up overdraft protection. He wins this round, although I'm still not happy about the whole making a fuss over this.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

What, what!

Well, look at that. I'm back inside of a week of the last post. This is cause for rejoicing.

*And there was great rejoicing in the land*

I'm currently watching Wipeout and waiting for I Survived A Japanese Gameshow. I love these shows. Wipeout has the snarkiest commentary. I love it.

I've been having a fantastic week. I'm a bit sad because one of my friends and co-workers leaves tomorrow for the beautiful scenery of Albuquerque (the spelling doesn't look right on that, but Mac says it's correct... hmph). I'm gonna miss her, she's such a huge blessing. I feel like I'm finally getting the hang of things. "There is no stressing in radio." Ha.

I ran out of money in the bank [whoops!] so I've been taking my lunch. I'm making progress on the book I'm reading [Dead Until Dark]. Finally getting over the monster-sized chapters [seriously, 20+ page chapters!!]. I shouldn't complain since I'd fly through 3 bite sized chapters of Jane Austen. Dead Until Dark is from the Sookie Stackhouse novels... which the show True Blood is based on. What can I say... I like vampires.

I saw the new Harry Potter this weekend with my buddy Joel. It was alright. I liked the explanation and backstory, but it lacked in action. No magic battles? Blah. I'm looking forward to going to see Ponyo in a couple of weeks. Ponyo is the new Miyazaki film. Miyazaki is my favorite anime director; he's responsible for Spirited Away, Howl's Moving Castle, and Princess Mononoke. Class A stuff, so I'm stoked.

If I haven't proved my geekdom already, here's comes my linguistic geek-out... I've been rocking out the past couple of weeks to probably one of the best bands in the world that you've never heard of. I'm talking about Sweden's own Kent. Frakkin' brilliant band, and have been one of my faves for many years. I only know of 2 albums in English, but I've been rocking the Swedish recently. Sorta makes me want to dig in a bit more into the language. I've never really studied a roman alphabet based language (other than Spanish). Russian is a Cyrillic alphabet, and Japanese is well... yah. I heard the English version of Kent's "Kevlar Soul" the other day, and it seemed wordy in comparison to the Swedish. So giggle if you want, but I'm sitting here with the Swedish lyrics trying to suss out the pronunciation [which ain't easy, folks].

I hear the sound system booming downstairs, which means Dad has a movie on. Better go see what he's watching. Hasta!

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Once more, with feeling.

Hello loves.

I'm back.

I'm a horrible blogger these days. I think Twitter sucks it out of me. Twitter = blogging for the impatient.

Life had been wonderful of late. I sort of got promoted. I have the awesome privilege of working with some of the best people in my office. Seriously. It's a joy to go to work... even if there's massive heaps of it. I'm getting more and more interested in radio promotions.

I just got back from a fantastic little road trip up to NW Arkansas. Driving is relaxing. I like looking at the scenery. If I hadn't been driving, I probably would have been taking many more pictures. I was a bit surprised to come across mountains in Oklahoma. I knew they were there, but I wasn't expecting to see them along the particular highway I was driving. I wanted to stop a couple of times to look at rocks and formations along the road. [Geology nerd] Especially when I was driving I-540 in Arkansas. Gosh, the Boston Mountains are beautiful! I'd love to drive back up, if only for scenery.

All my plans for this trip fell apart before I even arrived in Fayetteville. A concert I wanted to see was rescheduled for August, and other friends that would be in town at the same time never made it. Even so, I spent quality time with wonderful people. I had sushi with Brandi, the friend I was staying with, and had some great conversation. Afterwards, I met up with Tandee and Travis Phillips for coffee. It was so refreshing to just sit and chat, rather than run around and party. I must be slowing down in my old age [good grief, I'm not even 30 yet! ha!].

I was glad to be back at work today. I really enjoy my job. It's been a crazy fierce day though. Madness getting ready for two huge events, back to back. I have to be at our Christmas in July event tomorrow at 4am. I keep telling myself that I'm living on London time in Texas. Ha! If only.

I know I didn't post it here, but my Pawpaw passed away at the end of June. He didn't want to be sick on his birthday again, and he ended up celebrating his birthday in Heaven. We're all back to normal here, and I wanted to thank everyone for their prayers and thoughts.

Goodness, it's 10pm. I should be getting to bed soon, but I still have oodles of stuff to do. I'm off!

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Summer come quick!

Oh the exciting life I do lead.

Heh. Not really. Nothing really changes.

Even though it's not officially summer, the weather in Dallas is HOT! And when I say HOT!, I mean hotter that the 9th circle of Dante's Inferno. Hotter than Satan's armpits. Hotter than... well you get the idea. It's not just the heat, it's also the humidity which doubles the feeling of the temperature. So it's not just hotter than hell, you feel like you are sitting in Satan's armpit. :-P How's that for a mental picture.

I love my job, but the summer is killer for us poor part timers. Our bright yellow polos are that thick cotton that suffocates you, and our dark blue baseball tees are.... well, dark. I'm pretty sure last summer didn't feel this killer.

Nothing at home has changed really. Pawpaw is out of the hospital, out of hospice, and back living in one of our spare rooms. It's day-to-day mostly one how he's doing. Today wasn't a good day. He had a headache all day, didn't eat anything, and hardly drank any water. My aunt Lizzy brought him a chocolate shake, and he went for that. He ate some at dinner, but Mom remarked that he doesn't eat enough to keep a bird alive. It's really hard to watch a loved one fading away right before your eyes, and right under your roof. I did this with my Nana 9 years ago. That was far tougher on me because I was so close to my Nana. Pawpaw mostly stays in his room watching old westerns on cable.

A bright spot on the horizon is my brother coming home on leave from the Navy. My favorite sailor will be with us for the 4th, and we are so going to the lake! Seriously, I'm not letting anything stop me from heading to East Texas in two weeks. I can't wait to get out on the water and go tubing and swimming.

I'm getting some fun in the sun this weekend as well. A group of friends are going to Hurricane Harbor on Saturday for a birthday party. I can't wait. I love swimming and playing in the water.

Dad's birthday was a couple of weeks ago. I put together an awesome slideshow in iMovie and burned it to a dvd. Dad was really impressed, not only by the effort, but by the pictures I had found around our house. There were baby pics that he'd never seen before that came from an envelope that Memaw had give him of childhood stuff. Now my uncle has me working on one for my aunt Carrie. This one has been a bit difficult because pictures being mailed from Kansas.

I had started swimming laps again for exercise. See how long that lasted. The summer is still young though. I just need to make it a priority to get in shape. I don't like feeling rusty before my time. I'm not even 30 yet! Ha!

Friday, May 22, 2009

My last grandparent

Pawpaw is in the hospital again.

Figures. He's so stubborn. He won't listen to what the doctors tell him. He just does what his lazy ass wants to. His kidneys are becoming problematic (due to the mounds of salt he consumes despite doctors' orders).  It's come down to he needs dialysis.

And he's refusing.


I pray that I'm not this stubborn when I get old and need tons of medical care.

I can see the toll it's taking on my mom. This is her last living parent. Nana died almost 9 years ago. She's already stressed out, and I'm sure a breaking point is near. Pawpaw drives my mother up one wall and down the other under normal circumstances, so you can imagine how batty my mom is going now. Thinking about it now, this can't be good for her blood pressure.

The thing that's getting at me is that Pawpaw is my last grandparent. Even in all his cantankerousness, he's still my Pawpaw. He's still the phone call at Christmas pretending to be Santa. He's still the guy in the gorilla suit at Uncle Pete's trailer scaring the bejeezus out of us kids coming back from the Halloween hay ride in the Hill Country. He's still wild stories of wild shenanigans  in his youth.

Plans for Memorial Day weekend are very high up in the air right now. We could still go to the lake. My back up plan is going back to Scarborough Faire for one last hoorah. The escapist in me wants to hop in the car and go far, far away from all these problems (I've done that before :-P )

Prayers for my family would be greatly appreciated. The craziness has a trickle down effect in our house.

Sunday, March 29, 2009



Tonight's sermon at church was on sacrifice. Pastor Andy started with a look back at a dark hour in the history of Texas... the Alamo.  One of my favorite legends of the Alamo was of William B. Travis drawing a line in the sand with his sword.  All but one chose to sacrifice their lives for the cause of the Alamo, and by doing so, gave Sam Houston time to rally and gather enough troops to defeat Santa Ana.  Travis' one sacrifice gave birth to the Republic of Texas.

Likewise, Jesus' death on the cross gave rise to millions of believers through the centuries.  Pastor Andy remarked at the paradox of the Gospel starting with death before life.

I had to examine my life for a minute before we took the Lord's Supper.  Am I a disciple, sacrificing my life so that it would be replaced by eternal life through Christ?  Or am I a groupie like the Greeks in John 12:20, who just came to get an autograph and see some cool miracles? I'm not so low that I'd consider myself a groupie by any means.  I'd most definitely not hesitate to cross the line in the sand for the sake of Christ.  But is that enough?

After the Lord's Supper, as the worship music played on, I still wrestled with that thought.  One song faded to another.  A lyric spoke of surrendering dreams.  A light went off in my head, illuminating a picture in the gallery of my mind.  London.  My dream.  My wish.  But, my will.

I knew what had to be done.  Back down the stairs I went to the front, grabbed a candle, lit it, and moved to the stage that was crowded with other candles showing God's movement in many lives.  There I knelt, and there I prayed, sacrificing my life long dream of moving to London.  It was like ripping off a bandaid really fast.  The march back up the stairs to my seat were numb.

Pastor Andy started to pray the benediction...

The dam burst and out came the tears of grief for a dream sacrificed.  A dream that may or may not have been in the cards for me, but given to God because it wouldn't be possible at all without Him.  My prayer was not only that of sacrifice but also for illumination to the path I'm walking.  Where will the wind blow me?  Dallas? Nashville?  Seattle?  Tokyo?  Or will my sacrificed dream return fulfilled?  Only God knows.

Not my will, but God's.  I will follow the path He leads me on and wherever it will take me.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Je ne parle pas français

Weird. The Blogger sign in page was in French. I don't know French, but luckily, I knew enough to sign in and change it back to English. Weird and funny.

I have been graced with an overabundance of free time. Normally, that's not scary, unless I decide to clean my room. Now that's scary!


Don't you just love the view I have? It's nice to have it clean. I can have friends over now and not worry about losing them in blackhole.

If I don't get anything planned later in the week, I'll be on cleaning duty for the rest of the house in preparation for the arrival of family next week. Hotel Broadmoor will be opening to my family from the north.

I got my hair done yesterday. I don't have a satisfactory pic yet.  I hung out with my bestie Jade after she finished with my hair.  We went to see Confessions of a Shopaholic.  It was a cute movie.  Perfect for girl time. :-)

I officially now work for Lite FM now. It's a nice confirmation of still being employed after the earth shaking uncertainty of last week.  Kinda excited about the fresh start. Lord knows I need the work.

Today is Mardis Gras... maybe that's why Blogger went French.  Google did too.  I decided I'd participate in IBC's recognition of Lent this year.  I've firmly decided on giving up carbonated beverages, but I'm still on the fence about giving up meat sans seafood.  That one could prove tricky.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

At least it's sunny in the bottom of the valley now.

Day 3 of MIA paycheck.  Turns out that my highly unappreciated $6 from Plato's Closet just saved me from a hefty overdraft fee.  It's greatly appreciated now.

As I was leaving to dash to the ATM, I got a phone call from my boss' boss.  Never really get calls from him, but seeing as we've just had a major unscheduled shake up at work, it's not a complete surprise.  We're having a staff meeting tomorrow night.  Dun dun dun!  OYes, to discuss our future employment.

On one side, super scary, anxiety-inducing anticipation of the unknown future.  On the other hand, I'm saving gas by not driving to Lewisville for rehearsal.

In an effort to battle my bills in lieu of an MIA paycheck, I'm going to have to ask my dad for a loan until my paycheck comes and/or my tax refund.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

An Apathetic Desperation.

I'm in a bad way.  I need prayers.

Today is day 2 of an MIA paycheck.  My bills were due on Saturday [$500].  As if that were not enough, the radio station that I work for had a major format change to all Spanish language hit adult contemporary.  I still have a job, but a little warning would have been nice.  The subterfuge makes me feel like my job is in danger.

So now, I'm counting minutes not worked, sitting on my rear in my jammies, and hoping and praying that my tax refund hurries the hell up.  I was starting to wonder if I'm getting depressed again.  I got this way just before I left my job at Family Christian Store.  Feeling trapped, desperate, paralyzed, and depressed.

In an effort to get some money, I tried selling some clothes at Plato's Closet.  Out of an arm load of formal wear and a bag full of clothes, they only took 3 items.  Ouch.  I think a garage sale or even *gulp* eBay might have been better.  Maybe not as instant as I'd like though.

Anyways, I covet your prayers.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Proud of Pride and Prejudice

What a weekend!

We performed before a full house all 3 performances this weekend.  I only made one flub the first night, the rest of my performances were great.  I really happy that we've become a very close cast/  I hope that we can all still hang out after the play ends.  We have too much fun together.

We have a bit too much fun behind the scenes. lol!

I made it a goal to forget about financial woes during this weekend's run of performances.  It really helped, but now it's on my mind again.  My pay check goes into my bank at midnight tonight.  I'm hoping that there will be enough.  I'm not expecting to be able to pay my bills on my own.  I need $500 to cover my bills.  I have $61.  I'm only expecting $226 from my pay check.  It's getting a bit tight in here.

What's worse is that there is nothing on the schedule for next week.  I could be called in at any time for a few hours.  Being on call makes it difficult to pick up hours in my mom's office.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Monday Monday

A day off.  While I love staying home and lazing about the house watching my new found favorite tv on dvd show [you can guess], I confess I'd rather like to do some work and get paid.

Bills are due this week.  $500.  Just checked the bank. I have $91.  On top of that, inspection and registration are due this month as well.  No bueno.  My reaction to this is to hide in bed with the covers pulled over my head, but that doesn't solve anything.  I feel like I've squandered what little I have, but it's really not the case.  Last Monday, I had $141.  Since then, I ran out of gas, bought a gas can, filled my gas tank, and gifts for this weekend.  I get paid on Friday (I think), but I'm not sure it'll be enough.  It's a slow time of year for events that the promo team at my radio station works, and ironically, the big events that we have, I can't work due to previous commitments.


I'm just relying on faith at this point.  From where I sit, everything seems kinda hopeless, but that's where God works best.  His strength is made perfect in our weakness.  His grace is sufficient.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Shower Sunday

A requested update dedicated to a faithful reader. ;-)

This weekend was lovely.  Lovely weather took my parents to the lake and left me with the house, laundry room, and entertainment center all to myself.  I took full advantage of all of it.

My cousin's fiance has gotten me addicted to Firefly.  It was on my watch list for a while, but I kept putting it off because I'm a rebel and dislike being told to watch something based on hype.  Anyhow, I'm hooked now, and I spent all of Saturday doing laundry and watching Firefly.  Of course, I took a break for Doctor Who. [Good gravy, I'm such a geek! HAHA!!!]  Wrapped up the evening with my favorite movie, Lost In Translation [I miss Tokyo].

Today was the wedding shower double whammy.  Started with Kimmy's shower at Jenina's house [Hi Jenina!].  I loved the little advice cards.  Definitely some quotable moments to be had *coughcoughKellyblushcoughgigglecough* Mini quiches followed me to Oak Cliff for my cousin Shane's shower.  It was a small gathering at his church.  I don't often get to see that side of the family, so I hopped at the chance to see cousins and my aunt and uncle.  More quotable moments from a lady about sliding off satin sheets.  Oh my. LOL.

I'm watching the Grammy's with my parents.  Dad likes Coldplay now, but I think they say that every year and never follow up on getting an album.  Pretty sure Mom has a crush on Simon Baker... but who doesn't?  I loved the new U2 song; can't wait for that album.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Great Day!

I must say that today was pretty fabulous.  Fabulous enough to overlook waking up at 4:30am, being at work at 5:45am, and powering through on 4 hours of sleep to now.

Obama is president.  I watched and participated in history being made.  It's a cool feeling.  So cool, I got chills watching the inauguration.  I think the spirit of today is what made it fabulous.  It was awe inspiring to see 1.4 million people UNITED, holding hands, waving flags, braving the cold together to witness history.

All that gave me a fresh wind to attempt to tackle my second shift at work (Inkheart screening).  Movie screenings at Northpark mall are so routine, I could probably walk from the parking lot, to the door, to the escalators, and to the correct theater with my eyes closed.  I could tell that my energy was flagging by the time I get the table cloth spread out.  It was hard to focus being so tired.  One of the regular attendees was nice and hooked me up with a massage and Route 44 size Dr Pepper (how I love thee) from Sonic (how I love thee).  That at least got me to where everything was out on the table, and from there, things kind of run themselves with people grabbing the Inkheart posters and signing up for a raffle.  I threw in some trivia to keep me entertained. (Besides the Mummy series, Brendan Fraser's most memorable movies are Encino Man & George of the Jungle. Hmph.)  It was also nice to see friendly faces from the ad agency and security team.

And now, I very much look forward to sleep.  My Sandman insurance includes Sigur Rós' Ágætis Byrjun and an Advil PM.

Inauguration Day Awesomeness 2009

Exciting days!  Obama is our president!  I can't tell you how excited I was to sit and watch the inauguration on tv (big screen tv with surround sound, it was like I was there!).

I know that my excitement is completely shared by some of my fellow believers.  I met a gentleman this morning that you could not mistake as an evangelical Christian.  I mean, he pulled up in what looked like an unmarked church van.  I was happy that he wanted to pose with the Obama cutout we had at our radio station table, but I was perturbed by his announcement that he would be praying for Obama's salvation.  I was under the assumption that Barrack Obama is a Christian.  While it was nice that this man will be praying for Obama and studying Revelations, I think he ought to study the man whom he is praying for so he knows how to pray for his president.

This morning's encounter coupled with a few Facebook/Twitter remarks brought post-election night feelings back to the surface.  It may not have been direct, but I felt the ridicule of Christian believers because I voted Democrat this election.  How does one reconcile their faith and their politics?

I found this wonderful article from another person in the same predicament.  So I leave yall to read this article by a professor at a Christian university by the name of Keith Drury.

"Uncritical acceptance of any party line is an idolatrous abdication of one's core identity as Abba's child. Neither liberal fairy dust nor conservative hardball addresses human dignity, which is most often dressed in rags. Abba's children find a third option. They are guided by God's Word and by it alone. All religious and political systems, Right and Left alike, are the work of human beings. Abba's children will not sell their birthright for any mess of pottage, conservative or liberal. They hold fast to their freedom in Christ to live the Gospel----uncontaminated by the cultural dreck, political flotsam, and the filigreed hypocrisies of bullying religion." -Brennan Manning (Abba’s Child)
God bless President Obama.  God bless America.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

A brief note concerning my obsessions, well maybe not so brief

Doctor Who vs. Twilight

I could tell you easily that Doctor Who trumps vampires any day of the week.  The Doctor travels through time and space in a cool blue box called the TARDIS.  Edward Cullen is earth-bound in a silver Volvo... well an Aston Martin would turn my head, however, it still can't take me to the stars and beyond.

I remember all the hoopla concerning the casting of Edward Cullen, and bless him, Robert Pattinson didn't deserve the lashing he got just after his casting was announced.  I hadn't read the books then, so I didn't understand the obsession.  Now that I have, I still think he's a good choice.

Now then, the brilliance of Doctor Who is that if the Doctor is mortally injured, he regenerates into a new person.  This is quite possibly the top most ingeniously brilliant plot device ever constructed (Sorry Shakespeare).  It allowed the original Doctor Who series to broadcast for 26 years with 7 Doctors.

My first and most favorite Doctor is David Tennant.  His Doctor was quick witted and had the best one-liners.  I knew that one day the dream would end and he'd hand over the keys to the TARDIS, but I thought it was still a few years off.  Nope!  He made the announcement back in the fall that 2009 was his last year as our beloved Doctor.  Big shoes have been left by a brilliant man.  

Wondering who would fill those shoes has left me a bit nervous.  Who would I like to see as the Doctor?  John Simm would have been great, had he not played the Master a couple years back.  David Morrisey would be awesome, but he just played in the last Christmas special.  Rupert Penry-Jones and Richard Armitage would both be hothothot... maybe too attractive to be our beloved Timelord.  Jonas Armstrong is too busy being Robin Hood.  David Bowie?  Too much awesomeness in combining glamrock god with Timelord... heads might explode.  Hugh Laurie?  He's already playing a doctor somewhere else (lol).

Well, today was the day the drumroll ended.  The Whoniverse collectively gasped in anticipation.....  Whovians sat perched on the edge of their seats, both fearful and ecstatic for the name of the 11th Doctor.

Matt Smith.

The youngest actor to ever play the Doctor at 26, Matt is a relatively unknown actor.  But I gave the lad the once over on the BBC news page.  He's got the personality and the quirky looks.  While I'm not familiar with his resume, I'd say he's got a good chance.  And with Stephen Moffat at the helm, there are sure to be top notch stories for Matt to cut his teeth on.

Good luck, Matt Smith!  Looking forward to travelling time and space with you.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Happy New Year! Happy Birthday!!

It's mah birthday!  I'm celebrating this evening dancing around to 100.3 HD2 The Strip... because having a drink and dancing around to the the music of the Rat Pack, Michael Buble, and Judy Garland is a very classy way to turn 28.

I always love this week.  The 8 day week between Christmas and my birthday.  It's a trifecta of party.  Christmas, New Year, and my birthday.  It's a ChristmaNewYearBirthday.  I'm not Jewish, but I like to think of it as a bit of a Hanukkah.... you know... 8 crazy nights.  Yah... maybe not.

NYE was fun.  I worked, but it was still a party.  We did a live broadcast from what used to be a rollerskating rink/lumber yard/boot scootin' establishment (it's had a varied history).  I spent the afternoon with friends celebrating Kelly's daughter Alexis' 10th birthday.  My parents took me out for dinner and a movie tonight since they are taking advantage of Pawpaw being in Grandbury for the weekend by going to the lake tomorrow.  We ate at Genghis Grill and saw Benjamin Button, but not before seeing the entire Texas Tech football team walk into the lobby of the AMC Grand.  I'm not a Red Raider, but I wished them good luck in the Cotton Bowl.  I will be spending my birthday in quiet solitude.... playing the heck out of Wii and watching movies. Ha!  Of course, I'll count the seconds until I really turn 28 which will be at 12:22pm.  Nerd, I know.

Some things I'd like for my birthday would be Doctor Who Season 4 on DVD, a new purse, and a bottle of Malibu.  On the highly unlikely yet wishful thinking category, I'd like my credit card paid off, my student loans paid off, a trip to England, and Rob Pattinson.  Wouldn't we all though? lol

I'm gonna finish my dancing around and get some sleep.  I intend to live it up in royal fashion, must be well rested.