Alright, I admit it. I ceased channel flipping when I realized the film co-starred Viggo Mortensen, most recently known for his stint as Aragon in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. And I wasn't disappointed. About fifteen minutes into my viewing, I was privvy to a very erotic seduction of Diane Lane by the aforementioned actor onboard a bus during the moon landing of 1969. Although I missed the begining of The Walk on The Moon, and had to cut out before it's finale due to hungry greyhounds, a lack of kibble, and early Sunday closing times, I mention this film for one gender-specific reason. The story revolved around a Jewish summer community in upstate New York, where Diane Lane dwelled with her husband, mother in law, and two children. Like many women, she had been thrust into the roles of wife and mother too young, the result of an unplanned pregnancy, and now, feeling neglected by a well-meaning husband who traveled to his television repair job in the city only to return each weekend (except when he is unable to get away), she finds herself feeling cheated of youth, of life choices - and finds herself in the arms of our very sexy anti-hero Viggo.

What is my point to all this? Eventually, as all these stories go, she is discovered - by her residential mother-in-law. Where I was most impressed was that instead of the expected accusations and blame, this older wiser woman said "Do you think you're the only one with unfulfilled dreams?" Although she didn't approve of Diane Lane's actions, she understood. She was able to put aside her protective instincts toward her son and look at Diane Lane as another woman, as an equal. Considering that in literature and film the vast majority of women are punished for their sexuality, especially that which is outside the societally prescribed rules (see The Scarlet Letter for but one example), this unconditional positive regard was amazing to witness. It is an example worth emulating.

So how'd you spend your Saturday night? I'm sitting here in front of my new PC in my spanking new office editing content for all you faithful readers. But alas, before I ruin the widely held image of the wild and mysterious Siren, let it be known that I am nursing some major pain with some prescription-only narcotics. In fact, I have such a pharmacy in my abode that I briefly considered a side business but really didn't like the idea of prison. A felony conviction might just ruin my voting priviledges and it's imperative to exercise any means necessary to oppose the craziness of the present administration. Any smart woman, especially one that previously was paid to be a chemical dependency counselor, knows not to mix poisons. It's a surefire way to end up in the ER - or worse.

So here I sit, adoring my hip new paintjob, trendy lamp, and kick-butt PC with all the bells and whistles, watching Headbanger's Ball and getting the first glance of all the cool stuff intended for Score! Music's pages. Want a hint? How bout interviews with Darrin McCarty of the Detroit Red Wings and the band Grinder, and Erik of Hed (pe) for starters? *wink*

Muscle spams BAD.......
Darovcet GOOD.......

Yes, it's true. I have a major crush on a comic book character.

Logan, aka Wolverine, is the object of my lust, and not just from Hugh Jackman's recent stint in the movie. I distinctly recall a kinship with the yellow and blue spandex wearing ass-kicker when I was but an awkward teenage lass. The funky hair aside, there's something totally irresistible about a guy who can not only take care of himself but confront a small special forces contingency and emerge relatively unscathed. It's the whole bad boy with heart of gold complex, I'm sure of it. But I'm not complaining. At least the healing thing would negate any worries about leaving nail marks down his back.

We get so many CDs through these parts that it's impossible to give some of them the close scrutiny they deserve. Consequently every now and again I write a review then toss a CD aside, not bearing to part with it but not really implementing into my personal rotation. Sometimes then, I'll pull the same CD out, months later and pop it in, to remind myself why I thought it was cool in the first place - and I get hooked.

Such is the case with Damone's debut In the Attic on RCA. For some unknown reason, the release date of this album has been pushed back from Feb to May but I'm here to tell you - it's a keeper. Great catchy pop songs without the gag factor of say Avril, Michelle Branch, Sum 41 et al. It's honest and clean. And quirky. With references to Chevelle's, muscle cars, carwashes, malls and the like - this is just damn like-able. Kinda like watching "Fast Times At Ridgemont" and "Dazed and Confused".

Home Improvement Escapades

Ever removed carpet and its acoutrements? It tends to require a bit of effort. So after rolling around on this very dirty floor for two hours, yanking staples out of my hardwood floor with pliers and prying up tack strips, those pointy wooden jobbies that hold the carpeting in place around the edges of the room, I had acquired quite a pile of debris. With approximately two feet of tack strip to go, I encountered a very stubborn nail, gave one tremendous yank with the claw end of the hammer, which propelled me backward, flat on my ass and elbows - embedding a tack strip flush into my left elbow.

There's nothing quite like seeing a foreign object hanging securely from your flesh and knowing damn well that although it might not pain you at the moment, it's gonna hurt like a mo-fo within a few seconds. Thoughts of painful tetanus shots flashing through my head, I yanked the offending chunk out of my arm, uttered an explicative and dashed to the bathroom to try and disinfect it before it began to bleed and swell.

The worst part is that it aches like a bruise instead of the stinging like an abrasion.

True Adventures

Him: My pants split during this show and my balls fell out
Me: Were you going Commando?
Him: What?
Me: Did you not have on underwear?
Him: I haven't worn underwear for twenty years.

Guess that saves on the laundry.....