November 2009
Stop trying to lure me in with a crimp
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He’s got me watching The Mighty Boosh and it’s possibly one of the best show I’ve ever seen; it’s so fucking off-the-wall and you just know they must have been doing drugs to come up with some of the ridiculous concepts in the episodes.
Basically the show centres around Howard Moon.
as in
Howard Moon, man of action
Howard Moon, man about town
Howard Moon, the man, the myth, the maverick
and so on
which is completely hilarious because Howard is such a fucking tit
and Vince Noir who is obsessed with his hair and dresses like a futuristic prostitute.
It turns out that basically everyone in the BTA had seen this way before I came along and now so many things that Komus says makes sense! like:
"have you ever drank Bailey's from a shoe?"
"ever been to a club where people wee on each other?"
"D'you like eels, boy?"
and so on.
WE ALL MAKE SO MUCH SENSE NOW.
(yeah, right)
Oh and did I mention that there’s a song in every episode?Basically the show centres around Howard Moon.
as in
Howard Moon, man of action
Howard Moon, man about town
Howard Moon, the man, the myth, the maverick
and so on
which is completely hilarious because Howard is such a fucking tit
and Vince Noir who is obsessed with his hair and dresses like a futuristic prostitute.
It turns out that basically everyone in the BTA had seen this way before I came along and now so many things that Komus says makes sense! like:
"have you ever drank Bailey's from a shoe?"
"ever been to a club where people wee on each other?"
"D'you like eels, boy?"
and so on.
WE ALL MAKE SO MUCH SENSE NOW.
(yeah, right)
Or the Future Sailor's Song
or my personal favorite
"Eels"
featuring the Cockney Hitcher
Fuck I'm weird.
This could be the end of everything
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Due to a conversation had on a walk last night I've been perusing the Old Blog and found this, and am going to re-post it here. Old Blog holds a special place in my heart and I think from time to time I'm going to carry an old post over here, just because.Enjoy.
The movie You've Got Mail holds a special place in my heart. Maybe I identified with the idea of falling in love again, because at the time I'd just had my very first heartbreak when I came across it while channel-surfing, listless and sad, on the couch. It made me cry because it seemed (and still seems) so pure.
There's a line in it where Tom Hanks as Joe Fox says:
Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.
And whenever it starts to get cool and I throw on my jacket I think of that line and the New York streets I've never seen in real life and I smile a little bit and wonder if maybe someone would be charmed if I sent them a bouquet of pencils? Would they smile and remember being young, or would it be a reminder of times long-past? Painful first-days and pre-teen dances.
I love back-to-school sales, the smell of plastic and double-lined paper. Duo tangs and Bic pens that come in packages of varying colors and gym bags that for the moment smell like rubber instead of old socks. I feel very at-home in stores like Staples, I could wander the aisles for hours inspecting the over-sized calendars and imagining the future things the Post-Its would say:
Gone for coffee, be back soon.
Colonoscopy @ 2:45 tomorrow
Your poodle's haircut looks stupid
and so on.
Casual warmth is a big part of Autumn; Pumpkin Spice lattés sipped through varying colored scarves that don't quite protect against the biting northern wind. People bundled up in their pre-winter wear, pea coats and wool gloves too thin to wear in December. Knitted toques with pom-poms on the top that would let too much heat escape in two weeks' time to be practical. It's such a charming time of year.
"I'm just a little chilly" is so much more endearing than "I can't feel my fucking toes".
The leaves will change color and fall maybe a little too quickly and I'll refrain from jumping in every neatly-raked pile as I listen to Your Red Right Ankle with my little bag of carry-out sushi headed for home. I'll watch the mighty river fight against the frost as it slowly freezes over, leaning over the ledge of the Osborne bridge tapping my fingers to Somewhere Only We Know.
I'll breathe out as the river passes below me, see a cloud of mist and wonder if it's just carbon dioxide or maybe more? Forgotten hopes, empty dreams, broken hearts leaving me. Autumn makes me aware of change, of things that shrivel and die and maybe don't come back but more often than not re-emerge with the time is right even more beautiful and powerful than before.
I'll be reminded of the path my life has taken, and where it will go. How unpredictable the world can be, how from one day to the next everything can change with a word, a thought, a sigh. It frightens me a bit, but I know that I can always rely on Autumn, my time of reflection and growth, of lattés and scarves and Number Two pencils, to remind me that everything will work out in the end.
My speeding heart
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Every Friday as you all know there's the Ask Tony portion of the Busblog and this was what I asked Tony and the response I got back in all his wisdom:Alyson: On the ladies: glasses or contacts?
im a weirdo, i like glasses. i dont care what kind of glasses. horn rimmed, john lennon type, sexy secretary, see thru vision jobs, all kinds. you know who i think is beautiful? mrs chad cavalaro. aka smelly mrs danielley. sometimes she wears matt good glasses, sometimes she goes au natural. i can see why women wouldnt wear glasses on their wedding day, but i think they are an accessory that often gets a bad rap.
first: I totally agree, Danielle is a complete fox.
second: I asked Tony because I got a new pair of glasses over the weekend and am a little nervous about 'em, wearing strictly contacts and all.
So here are some shots of my stupid face with new glasses on:
What do you guys think?
It's a mash-up!
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This might not look like the most appetizing thing due to the chicken being uncooked when I took the photo and all, but that there is some red Thai curry with chicken, bamboo shoots, water chestnuts and peppers that completely blew my face off with it's goodness on Saturday night.No, I didn't make it.
When do I make shit?
I have shit made for me.
I have to say that this whole situation has me feeling a bit spoiled, and I'm trying hard to focus on all the other, amazing things happening right now like kicking ass in school and getting a raise at work but this is definitely the cherry on top of my cake.
Moving on.
I have some home-made french onion soup in the oven atm and it smells divine, I'm about to invest in some much-needed House Time and he left his shirt here so I've been occasionally smelling it like the
Did I tell you guys I've been suffering from some intense sleep paralysis lately?
What the hell? How do I make it stop?
I don't approve of nightmares.
Divorce of the future
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Because I know Shaz has been in agony over the lack of David Carusoe one-liners recently.
Fashion, baby
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I'm pretty sure this is a promo shot for
That Vampire Movie That Must Not Be Named.
I don't know what the main characters look like
but that overly-moussed hair looks reminiscent of what I had to sit through
while waiting for Ingolrious Basterds to start a few months back.
That being said, even if it is
I fucking love this picture.
That Vampire Movie That Must Not Be Named.
I don't know what the main characters look like
but that overly-moussed hair looks reminiscent of what I had to sit through
while waiting for Ingolrious Basterds to start a few months back.
That being said, even if it is
I fucking love this picture.
Men who dress like this are just so fucking hot.Je veux ton amour
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I need to be honest with you, I can't hide it anymore.I can't deny shaking my ass, tapping my toes and my fingers
I can't deny the fierce lip-syncing.
I love Lady Gaga.
She's the best and the worst of the music world and I simultaneously want to hate how cheesy and Top 40's her stuff is while being completely enthralled with how simple it is, how catchy and how it makes me think of Queen and David Bowie.
She's so ridiculously over-the-top, so terrifically haute couture, so fucking vogue that I can't help but be consistently entertained and amazed by her ability to make me watch all of her videos over and over again.The woman's videos are almost slave-like to a fashion fetish, they're a visual orgasm.
I would pay good money to attend one of her concerts.
Haters say that she tries too hard to be different, that she's attempting to be the "new Madonna" and I say 'so what?'.She's manipulating the system by being cheesy and shocking the same way that Kanyé of the West manipulates it by being a fucking douche all over the place.
At least she keeps things interesting and different.
You'd better believe that I'm buying the expanded re-release of her album on the 23rd.
You'd better believe I've been watching this video over and over again.
At least she keeps things interesting and different.
You'd better believe that I'm buying the expanded re-release of her album on the 23rd.
You'd better believe I've been watching this video over and over again.
you would be mine
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last night I had a dream that he and I ate a bunch of ecstasy in the form of pills and also these little cake-things that were like larger versions of Roll-Aids.we got in a car and went to go have dinner with my family at my Nan’s
and the whole way there I was stressing that I wasn’t going to be able to eat anything
and my family would know how fucked-up I was because if I get fuckered my pupils become massive and I have super-light eyes
and it’s totally obvious.
and I was stressing hard.
we got there and were sitting outside for some reason and I looked at him and watched his pupils swell up and overtake his irises and I thought we are so fucked.
my nan came out and I said hi and she ignored me, walked in the other direction and I thought
fuck yes, here’s our chance
and I said “if you’re going to be a bitch and not talk, we’re leaving”
so we got into the car and drove away talking about how much e-tarded sex we were going to have.
we rounded a bend and there was a lake with a washed-out road winding through it and the hill in the background were lit up with the lights of far-off buildings
everything was a deep purple or blue or green and the lights twinkled like fireflies and for some reason Matt Good’s Suburbia started playing and I was charmed and I said
“look, the lights are beautiful”
and they were
and it was so perfect.
and then he drove off the road and into the green, mossy water and somehow the car sunk into the lake and we were standing in waist-high water
dragonflies buzzing around us
and over Matt Good singing you’ll realize I’m missing he yelled
“PISS!”
and I woke up.
This regret I got accustomed to
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For Victoria.
My dearest Victoria,
I hope this post-card reaches you this time.
This is my life without you: skinny men in tight shirts wearing really high-waisted pants.
And me.
Much love,
Alyson
The sad, sad truth.
if I go away again you can have my stereo
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so I says to myself"I'm going to blog the pictures Alyx and I took on friday"
y'know
that night we got
SUPER FUCKING HOSED
and took pictures?
yeah.
that's not happening.
these are so not internet-appropriate.
damn it.
