stop talking

you got me again, stars III

You are in the mood to play your cards right out in the open, for you really don't have anything to lose. You know what you want and you have the integrity to back up your intentions with a full demonstration of what you are willing to do to make your dreams come true. Fortunately, your current enthusiasm and clarity is an effective combo. Just don't push your luck too far or you'll be wishing you had an extra ace up your sleeve.

my whoroscope for today was right on the money. i better ride this wave while i allegedly (astrologically?) can.

time to get busy. but how do i know when i'm pushing my luck too far? have i already done that? do i believe in luck? am i a pusher? like, a drug pusher?

hafiz says...

I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in darkness, the astonishing light of your own being.

soundtrack for life

love.

whether you like it or not

Eric: listen

i owe you a big apology

Sent at 9:08 AM on Friday

Eric: i just watched Twilight and i am obsessed

the acting in twilight is horrible. and its written really badly but i dont know.. im like pulled in.

and ive always thought robpatz was gross until i saw him as edward. now im in LOVE

you're next.

The Road, part II

i was about to return this fantastic novel to its owner when i came across another devastating part that i have to share.*

Just take me with you. Please.

I can't.

Please, Papa.

I can't... I thought I could but I can't.

You said you wouldn't ever leave me.

I know. I'm sorry. You have my whole heart. You always did. You're the best guy. You always were. If I'm not here you can still talk to me. You can talk to me and I'll talk to you. You'll see.

Will I hear you?

Yes. You will. You have to make it like talk that you imagine. And you'll hear me. You have to practice. Just don't give up. Okay?

Okay.

in other news, the film adaptation is scheduled for release this Thanksgiving and, according to wiki, was filmed partially on a creepy, abandoned stretch of the Pennsylvania Turnpike, which is just outside of my hometown.


*edited slightly so as to not give away the ending.

longfellow says...

Every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad.

let's go now

MP: I need to get out of the city. Let's go somewhere.
Me: I told D I might come visit saturday.
MP: That'll be fun. Let's go.
Me: We can get up and leave early tomorrow morning.
MP: No, let's go now. Whenever you leave work.
Me: But tonight I was planning to--
MP: Just say okay.
Me: .... Okay.


i think Baltimore gets a bad rap, but it's a lovely little town in which to spend a weekend shopping, drinking, and walking around with two of your oldest friends -- especially when your bff just moved into a sexy downtown apartment located only two blocks from all the fun.

to-do list

i believe the children are our future

looking for a way to waste time today and cruise toward 5 o'clock? check out the blog Lamebook, which is a comical, slightly discouraging, too-true look at real Facebook posts.
we all have a Facebook friend (or two) who tends to over-share or post far-too-personal status updates. i, for one, am always tempted to LIKE the depressed cries for attention.
there was a time when an emotional rant would get my annoying Fbook friends swiftly deleted, but these days i graciously use the HIDE feature so that i don't have to see their craziness every time i log on.i think we can all learn some very important, if unsettling, lessons from Lamebook. for example:

1. our generation cannot spell, nor does anyone care about grammar these days,
2. teenagers have some serious drama going down, and
3. some stupid kids need to remember that their parents are their Facebook friends.

depressing or funny?

you decide.

big ups to Mike for alerting me to this site. you're responsible for so much time wasted.

dear R.Patts,

i want your sweater so bad.


and maybe someday, when i'm unemployed, your crazy hair as well.

xoxo,

M

p.s. when filming wraps up, you should probably get some sun. i'm just sayin'...

this my jam

this song been stuck up in my head for weeks. daaamn.



hat tip: casshole.

payne says...

It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, but it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, music, the physics of falling leaves, vanilla and jasmine, poppies, smiling, anthills, the color of the sky, coffee and cashmere, literature, sparks and subway trains... If only one could leave this life slowly!

it's big

by the pricking of your thumbs...

Crystal water turns to dark
Where ere its presence leaves its mark
And boiling currents pound like drums
When something wicked this way comes...


A presence dark invades the fair
And gives the horses ample scare
Chaos rains and panic fills the air
When something wicked this way comes...


Ill winds mark it's fearsome flight,
And autumn branches creak with fright.
The landscape turns to ashen crumbs,
When something wicked this way comes...


Flowers bloom as black as night
Removing color from your sight
Nightmarish vines block your way
Thorns reach out to catch their prey

And by the pricking of your thumbs
Realize that their poison numbs
From frightful blooms, rank odors seep
Bats & beasties fly & creep

'Cross this evil land, ill winds blow
Despite the darkness, mushrooms glow
All will rot & decompose
For something wicked this way grows...

from the obviously-titled 'Something Wicked this Way Comes,' by Ray Bradbury.

that ish used to scare me so hard when i was young (probably into my teens, honestly). the book, the animated film. ...shivers down my spine just thinking about it.

no cartoon should be that scary, and no parent should allow a sensitive, young (14-year-old) child to watch such a terrifying film.


at any rate...
as i'm sure you know, 'tis the night when the realm of the living is dangerously near to the realm of the dead.


happy halloweeeeeen. and good luck out there...

our time down here

Don't you realize? The next time you see sky, it'll be over another town. The next time you take a test, it'll be in some other school. Our parents, they want the best of stuff for us. But right now, they got to do what's right for them. Because it's their time. Their time! Up there!

Down here, it's our time. It's our time down here.

i can't find my copy of one of my favorite movies of all time, so i took to the ever-useful internets for help with my potential Halloween costume. while trying to find photos of the sexy sweatsuit worn by Brand Walsh (played by a young and studly Josh Brolin) in The Goonies, i came across this inspiring carpe diem quote by a misty-eyed young, pre-hobbit Sean Astin, who played treasure-hunting Mikey.






oh, and is it just me, or does he remind you SO MUCH of Eric from Entourage?












i feel like they're the same person, but maybe this is like my Emily Blunt/Katy Perry/Zooey Deschanel conspiracy theory.

at any rate...





i'm still debating whether to dress as a Goonie for Halloween, though the sweatpants-in-a-dance-club idea kinda turns me on. but in the meantime i wanted to share little Mikey's speech and remind you - and me, primarily - to live in the moment.

it's our time, down here. i know i'm not the only person who struggles to live in the present, especially when the present can be rainy and miserable and exhausting thanks to these things called jobs... so take it for what it's worth. and watch The Goonies again soon. it's a classic. and if you have my DVD, i want it back.

I WANT MY PINK SHIRT* BACK!!!!!


*Goonies DVD

thank you, mr. postman

arrived home last night to find my new Men's Health, and i was pleasantly surprised.

jobs says...

Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work.

And the only way to do great work is to love what you do.

If you haven't found it yet, keep looking, and don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it.

understand that

word of the day, part II

well, expression of the day, more accurately:

tilting at windmills

one of the benefits of working for a prolix old man is that i pick up many new and mysterious colloquialisms and unique expressions.

i often have to google them to even understand what he was talking about, and this most recent is a fantastic find. i've read Don Quixote: El Hombre de la Mancha but had never heard this lexical golden nugget until yesterday.


thanks to The Phrase Finder for help with expressions like the one above, as well as 'jump the shark.' how did people find answers before the internets?

dahl says...

And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you, because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places.

Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.

lovely.

Lois, the wise black receptionist says... Part II

"I play internet poker. I don't need no internet porn. I don't even belong to MyFacebook or MyTube.
I took a test that said I'm doin' good for my age, so I'm fine. I told my sister that and she asks, 'Lois, have you been drinking?' I said to her, 'It don't matter if I HAVE been drinking, because I'm telling the truth.' "

she's still the light of my life, and a wellspring of wisdom in an uncertain age.

outta my, outta my head

the first time ever i saw your face
i thought the sun rose in your eyes
and the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
to the dark and the empty skies, my love
to the dark and the empty skies

the first time ever i kissed your mouth
and felt your heart beat close to mine
like the trembling heart of a captive bird
that was there at my command, my love
that was there at my command

cannot get Roberta Flack out of my head today, but i'm not complaining. it's one of the most calming, soothing songs i've ever heard.

do yourself a favor and take a mental break by listening here, while also enjoying a ridiculously cheesy homemade slideshow that accompanies the song.

Leona Lewis's kinda amazing cover here.

my morning smile

one of my favorite dogs dressed up as Whitney for Halloween.


Me: WELL? Did she win?
Manuel: No and there were 15 prizes!!!!! I don't think that they liked that we dressed our dog as a messy hooker, what with all the children participating in the contest...


this dog, by the way, is very tolerant of her fathers' antics.

accuweather