Chick with Gun

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Before the pretty pictures, let me just say. . . . 
I take this seriously.
I am no Ted Nugent.

I am, however, happily pro gun, 2nd Amendment and NRA.
I am grateful for the fact that I can walk into a store, shop around, ask questions, then buy a gun. (Additionally grateful, even, that it took the great state of Texas six business days to clear my application because of my name.)
I am grateful that I can own a gun–both to protect myself and to shoot for fun. 

I am mature, responsible and capable. 

And now I’m armed.

oorah!

 

Yes, that’s me in my fuzzy, pink cupcake pajamas, and my gun. (And I also did my nails directly after taking this picture. Chipped polish? Ted Nugent would be so disappointed.)

Chick with Gun

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Before the pretty pictures, let me just say. . . . 
I take this seriously.
I am no Ted Nugent.

I am, however, happily pro gun, 2nd Amendment and NRA.
I am grateful for the fact that I can walk into a store, shop around, ask questions, then buy a gun. (Additionally grateful, even, that it took the great state of Texas six business days to clear my application because of my name.)
I am grateful that I can own a gun–both to protect myself and to shoot for fun. 

I am mature, responsible and capable. 

And now I’m armed.

oorah!

 

Yes, that’s me in my fuzzy, pink cupcake pajamas, and my gun. (And I also did my nails directly after taking this picture. Chipped polish? Ted Nugent would be so disappointed.)

suckfest

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I’ve never written a movie review. But the one I watched over the weekend is just so special, I can’t help but immortalize it here. Or maybe I just need to get this off my chest before I explode.
 
Super 8 is a terrible movie.

I don’t mean to be snarky here, but seriously, it is so incredibility, puke-ily bad. Just, ugh, bad.

Is it a comedy? Is it a slice of 1970’s-ish suburban/steel mill life? Is it a pre-teen buddy movie? I don’t know. But I didn’t get it.
“Oh, drugs are so bad.”  (Really. That was a line.)

To spare me reliving the painful minutia of the plot (such as it was), I’ll describe Super 8 as a cross between Goonies and ET. . . without the charm. Or acting. Or cute kids. Or a story that makes sense. It is ugly and stupid and I wanted to turn it off before I even understood what the “thing” was. 

Spielberg (producer) should’ve  taken his own post-Jaws advice of “don’t show the shark.” I mean. . . .what was that “thing” anyway? From what I could make out, it was a combination of the creature from Alien and one of those annoying Transformer things. Remember that one sucky M. Night Shyamalan movie, Signs? Yeah, same thing. Don’t show the shark.  Please.

At one point, I was repeating lines in my head from other movies. Seriously, it could’ve ended with “ET, phone home,” or “Goonies never say die!” and it would’ve made more sense.  

To be fair, there was one bit that I enjoyed. Toward the beginning when the townspeople started freaking out about the “thing,” they were convinced it was the Communist Russians. That gave me a warm sense of nostalgia. 


So. To sum up. Stay far away. Oh, and the DVD didn’t have a single “DVD Extras.” Now that’s really offensive.

suckfest

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I’ve never written a movie review. But the one I watched over the weekend is just so special, I can’t help but immortalize it here. Or maybe I just need to get this off my chest before I explode.
 
Super 8 is a terrible movie.

I don’t mean to be snarky here, but seriously, it is so incredibility, puke-ily bad. Just, ugh, bad.

Is it a comedy? Is it a slice of 1970’s-ish suburban/steel mill life? Is it a pre-teen buddy movie? I don’t know. But I didn’t get it.
“Oh, drugs are so bad.”  (Really. That was a line.)

To spare me reliving the painful minutia of the plot (such as it was), I’ll describe Super 8 as a cross between Goonies and ET. . . without the charm. Or acting. Or cute kids. Or a story that makes sense. It is ugly and stupid and I wanted to turn it off before I even understood what the “thing” was. 

Spielberg (producer) should’ve  taken his own post-Jaws advice of “don’t show the shark.” I mean. . . .what was that “thing” anyway? From what I could make out, it was a combination of the creature from Alien and one of those annoying Transformer things. Remember that one sucky M. Night Shyamalan movie, Signs? Yeah, same thing. Don’t show the shark.  Please.

At one point, I was repeating lines in my head from other movies. Seriously, it could’ve ended with “ET, phone home,” or “Goonies never say die!” and it would’ve made more sense.  

To be fair, there was one bit that I enjoyed. Toward the beginning when the townspeople started freaking out about the “thing,” they were convinced it was the Communist Russians. That gave me a warm sense of nostalgia. 


So. To sum up. Stay far away. Oh, and the DVD didn’t have a single “DVD Extras.” Now that’s really offensive.

Happy Weekend

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Hope you have a great one!
(via: tumblr)
Here in north Texas, at least, it’s going to be a gorgeous weekend. 
Strap on your vintage teal roller-skates and get on out there before the next cold snap. 
I’ll be stuck indoors–writing. (Which is what I’d rather be doing, anyway.)

Happy Weekend

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Hope you have a great one!
(via: tumblr)
Here in north Texas, at least, it’s going to be a gorgeous weekend. 
Strap on your vintage teal roller-skates and get on out there before the next cold snap. 
I’ll be stuck indoors–writing. (Which is what I’d rather be doing, anyway.)

Sunshine Day

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So far, today is a win!
Why?
Well, first of all, because of this song . . . . .


(I heart Greg Brady. So sue me.)

And also because . . . . 

Today, there was loads of sunshine

I drove to lunch with the sunroof wide open
At said lunch, I met my fabulous, beautiful friend for her birthday at our favorite place
At our favorite place, I got a killer spicy black bean burger
Back at the office, I received some happy news

Then I lived through a very annoying meeting and didn’t need a Diet Coke. (This is a win in and of itself. You have no idea!)
My parents landed safely back home in California
And, if all goes well, I’ll consume only about 
another handful of these most delicious almond M&Ms, leave work, stop at the library, exercise, then spend the evening doing what I love the most. Writing–working on THIS. 

Okay, so maybe I’ve already scarfed more than one handful, but . . . wait! Did I mention how I haven’t had a Diet Coke?? All day??

Anyway. Thank you, awesomely productive, wonderful day. Hope to see you again reeeeeal soon.

Sunshine Day

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So far, today is a win!
Why?
Well, first of all, because of this song . . . . .


(I heart Greg Brady. So sue me.)

And also because . . . . 

Today, there was loads of sunshine

I drove to lunch with the sunroof wide open
At said lunch, I met my fabulous, beautiful friend for her birthday at our favorite place
At our favorite place, I got a killer spicy black bean burger
Back at the office, I received some happy news

Then I lived through a very annoying meeting and didn’t need a Diet Coke. (This is a win in and of itself. You have no idea!)
My parents landed safely back home in California
And, if all goes well, I’ll consume only about 
another handful of these most delicious almond M&Ms, leave work, stop at the library, exercise, then spend the evening doing what I love the most. Writing–working on THIS. 

Okay, so maybe I’ve already scarfed more than one handful, but . . . wait! Did I mention how I haven’t had a Diet Coke?? All day??

Anyway. Thank you, awesomely productive, wonderful day. Hope to see you again reeeeeal soon.

"Morituri te….salutant."

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“We who are about to die…salute you.”
Ya know what, Romans . . . after the shamelessly glutenous lunch I partook of today, I’m actually more than willing to go vegetarian for the next three weeks. (see why here)
 
My “last meal.”
Chocolate shake included. Can you say “oy!”
See ya soon, you gorgeous vegs, you!
(and pray for me . . . . )

"Morituri te….salutant."

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“We who are about to die…salute you.”
Ya know what, Romans . . . after the shamelessly glutenous lunch I partook of today, I’m actually more than willing to go vegetarian for the next three weeks. (see why here)
 
My “last meal.”
Chocolate shake included. Can you say “oy!”
See ya soon, you gorgeous vegs, you!
(and pray for me . . . . )