Monday Jan 20th 2014

I was watching tonight's wrestling, and my hope for the ppv this coming week is for Rebel without a Cause to win.  That's what I'd like to see.

The stores here have already gotten the displays started for Valentine's Day.  Normally, I hate this time of year, it just makes me cringe. But, few days ago when I was out, I found myself actually looking through the display of cards and chocolates and fluffy stuffed animals, and I was fine. Better then fine actually, I actually bought a handful of the bad cheap chocolate hearts and some crafting stuff they had for making your own Valentine's cards.
I think there's something wrong with me.

I think the last time I've gotten anything connected to this holiday was when I was still in grade school. You know, when the teachers still forced everybody in the class to give crappy cards to everyone else in the class.

No wonder I hate the holiday...which is weird, given that my main focus has always been to do with love in everything else.  The fact I write romance stories, work love magick, follow love omens etc. Totally ironic when you think about it.

I love love, but loathe the day dedicated to it.  I'm one of those people who believes that you don't need a single day carved out to remind you that you care. If you care about someone, make every chance, every day a day when you do something or say something to show them.

Grading Carrie

Now that we're well into the second season of the prequel/spin off of Sex and the City's the Carrie Diaries; how do fans feel about it?

There finally seems to be some elements of what fans loved from the original SATC coming to the characters and storylines of the show. Too bad, it's come so late in the game.
I've gone on record saying that although I loved the two books Carrie Diaries and Summer in the City, which this particular show is based on, I did like the second offering better.

I'm not crazy about the Mouse/Maggie/Doritt characters or their storylines at all. Much prefer Carrie in New York with Walt, Bennett, Larisa and Samantha segments.

Fans were electric this season when Samantha was added to the mix. But, as much as I'm loving Walt and Bennett, they do not a Stanford make.

The use of 1980's songs and movies as the episode titles are a cute way to help remind people that this is set early on in the career of the lead characters. And the nostalgia of wall phones, large vcrs, shoulder pads and plastic earrings helps to anchor it in a time that was far away but not so long ago.
The fact that we're in an unknown year in the middle of the 1980's, has both helped and confused the plots. (Believe it's now suppose to be in the middle of 1986? The show having mentioned New Year's twice since the first episode of season one.)

If indeed the show gets a season 3, will it grow into something that resembles more of what fans loved about the original, or will it fall off it's high heels?

And given all that, will this show see a Blu-ray/Dvd release at any point?  Should it?  I think fans would be better with a SATC 3 movie then another round of these cocktails.

The shadows

I got a message few minutes ago from my cousin Walsh. "Are you watching wrestling tonight?"

Me-:"Yeah. Why?"

Walsh-:"He was scratching his right side again."

Me-:"So, he was itchy. Big deal. Have you read the blog?"

Walsh-:"No. What am I looking for?"  I told him that I finally gave Mr. Scratchy my name. "But, if he's been reading you for years, he would already know your name, so why did you do that? You've ruined the whole point of the blog."

And once again, he's right. I hate when he's right.

Me-:"Well, how am I suppose to expect him to say who he is if I don't? Besides, if the big cosmic joke is that I keep seeing the name Johnathan everywhere because there is a guy named Johnathan meant to come into my life, wouldn't be good to throw my name out there and see if he's been having a cosmic joke of his own?"

Walsh-:"Sure. But Mad Hatter still scratched his right side on the show." 

A dear Mr. Scratchy letter

This would be a post-it note # 400 or something by now? Something like that.
Morning Mr. Scratchy, Herman. Well, it's morning here. Sun hasn't totally risen yet, small breeze outside the window swaying the trees. We're sitting at -1C degrees with a -7C degrees windchill. That's practically shorts weather here. I can honestly say, I can't remember it ever being that warm before April here?

I'm not too sure what I want to say this morning? Just that I had the overwhelming need to write one of these post-it notes.

I imagine you this morning, checking in, bagel hanging out of your mouth, coffee in hand, hair a mess sticking out everywhere, those track pants splattered with coffee and maybe mud from an early run, faded yellow shirt and torn hoodie.

I don't know who you are, and it looks like I never will. Am I okay with that? No, but doesn't look like I have any choice in the matter. So...

One of my favourite songs is "Black #1" by Type O Negative.  It's got that line in it "She's got a date at midnight with Nosferatu/oh baby Lily Munster ain't got nothing on you."   Which, is completely perfect ironically, when you think about it.

Well Herman, if you really are The Celebrity, I hope you're getting a kick out of things. Always.
If you're really the Rebel without a Cause, I hope you're digging the fairy tale.
If you're really Dimmer, I hope your spotlight is bright.
If you're really Mad Hatter, well don't let the sun go down on you.

As always, I hope I made you smile.

big hugs....Kimberly

Dirty Laundry 32

I was in the middle of doing dishes, when I got a message from my cousin Walsh asking if I had seen last night's wrestling yet, their dvr hadn't worked and he didn't get to see it. Lucky for him, I'm that predictable and keep episodes till the machine gets full. He came by when he dropped the kids off at skating.

Me-:"Anything new?"

Walsh-:"Nope. You?"

Me-:"Just working on the fairy tale."

He said nothing for awhile, just watched tv. Then the Pack came on and he nodded towards the screen. "Think they write their own promos?"

Me-:"I bet some do. I swear half the wrestlers get one script and half get a different one, because there is no way all those guys are that good of actors. I mean, all the wrestlers seem to make certain things, reactions seem natural; then you see them in movies and totally cardboard."

Walsh-:"I haven't read anything on it in a while. How's the fairy tale?"

Me-:"Fine. I did a piece like last week that had triple the normal amount of hits, then the last three or so have been almost nothing."

He got up to get a coffee. "You do anything different?"

Me-:"Near rape scene."  his jaw dropped when I said that. "That and one of the other characters got a small boost."

Walsh-:"Okay pause the show, I wanna read."  I pulled up the blog I've been writing the fairy tale on and showed him. "Huh? Brutal. Wonder what Rebel without a Cause thinks of that?"

Me-:"Don't start."

Walsh-:"Start what? All I did was say that I wonder what the wrestler you based that character on thinks about you writing a scene like that? How is that starting anything?" 

Me-:"Okay. I thought...nevermind what I thought." I poured myself a coffee debating if I should try to finish the dishes?

Walsh-:"I still believe that Mad Hatter is Mr.Scratchy, if you thought I was going to say it was Rebel without a Cause." he put the episode of last night's wrestling back on. "I haven't heard you say much about Mr. Scratchy." 

Me-:"Nothing to talk about. You know. I think he's left the building."  my cousin just looked at me. "Oh god, okay. Last March, like the beginning of last March, the scratching started to slow down some, as did the blog hits that corresponded with it. Seriously, just literally went from like three times a day every day at the same time, to once every few days, to only when I posted on my blogs. Then last summer, nothing. The scratching stopped."

He looked at me like he wasn't understanding what I was saying. "When last summer?"

Me-:"Middle of August. Just stopped dead."

Walsh-:"Okay and?"

Me-:"And what? I don't know if he just got massively bored, busy, into a relationship, fell of a cliff and died..."

Walsh-:"Uh hello." he waved at the tv screen, at the Pack. "Obviously didn't fall off a cliff."

Me-:"Obviously says you."  I stood there for a moment nearly drooling as we watched the rest of the match. "Anyways, what does it matter? I had my one chance at you know that quote/unquote, big love back like a decade ago and it didn't work. ----- just didn't want what I did, lest not with me."

Walsh-:"So you're giving up? What about Mr. Scratchy?" he pointed again to the tv screen.

Me-:"Been through this a million times. It's been a few years, if he was going to jump into it he would have. And he hasn't, so...what if he was suppose to be the right guy and that window of time is over? Or what if he was just suppose to introduce me to the right guy, and cause we never met, that window of time is over?"

Walsh-:"You won't give up! You're too much of a girl to give up." He flipped through the dvr. "You've got the one from Monday?" he pulled it up and was flipping through the episode. "Ha!" he paused it. "He's scratching his right side!"   He was referring to Mad Hatter.

Me-:"He's very carefully trying not to get caught on camera scratching his right side. Means nothing." I took a deep sip of my coffee blushing. "Other then he reads me and is being careful not to do anything that might seem like it could be analyzed by weird people like us with no life."

Walsh-:"I have a life. One that I wish I could escape from more often, but I have a life." he played the scene back in slow motion in rewind torturing me. "Oh see he's thinking, I have to make sure I'm facing the right direction so that the camera picks up all of it, slowly so that I'm noticed. Slower, must make sure the camera catches every angle..." he played it proper then rewound it playing it again before stopping the dvr. "That's what I think. I think he was subtly trying to get your attention."

Me-:"I don't know what I think anymore. I think I'm going to work on the fairy tale as much as possible, I think I'm going to accept the fact I'm turning 40 and have less chance at finding a decent guy anywhere..."

Walsh-:"I think that's crap."

Me-:"...I think that for whatever reason, the mystical magical bond or crush or whatever it was that Mr. Scratchy had for the last few years is gone. Done, over with. And you maybe need to get your testosterone levels checked because you're acting more like a girl at times then even I do."  I started to laugh then. "I'm going to buy you a skirt or something."

Walsh-:"Okay. Make sure it's in time for Valentine's Day. That will freak the wife out." he hit the play button on the dvr again. "What more proof do you need?"

Me-:"My name written on his chest during a match. I don't know...proof. A comment on the blog. The sky to open up and whomever the right guy really is to just fall into my lap. Like I said, doesn't matter, Mr. Scratchy has stopping thinking of me months ago."

Walsh-:"I don't believe that. I believe he's waiting for you to believe it's him."

Is there life after 40?

I'm starting to think only if you're a celebrity.

In a matter of weeks, I turn forty.  I've been trying not to let it bother me, but to be honest, it's actually giving me nightmares.  Today was no exception.  I was looking human for the first time in a long time, not just human, but dare I say good.  Well, as good as you can as a cripple with a cane in a foot and a half of snow. But anyways, I was at the book store, and this really hot looking guy started to talk to me, and was down right flirting. He was smart, funny, 5 foot 11, dark hair, green eyes, Irish, and 30. Totally my type.  Everything was going great, till he asked me how old I was.
When I told him 39, all the colour drained out of his face and he screwed up his mouth like he'd tasted something rotten, took a physical step away from me, mumbled to himself and left.

Throughout the series of Sex and the City, age happens. The first episode is about the main characters celebrating/fearing being over 30. In the first of the movie installments, Carrie is tortured by the fact she's unmarried at 41.

I keep seeing articles, and tv shows and movies about how "40 is the new 30" but it sure as hell doesn't feel that way.  My cousin just celebrated her 40th, and it wasn't all that happy. She barely had the cake cut when her boyfriend of six years decided she was too old for him. He's turning 33 this year.

On a night like this I can't help but wonder...will age ever be just a number?

First post it note of 2014

Mr. Scratchy; Herman, how is your New Year's going?
It's a few days into the new year, and according to my Chinese horoscope, this is suppose to be a great year for me. 2014, is suppose to be a spotlight year.
So far, I've bumped into an old boyfriend, smashed my foot resulting in two sprained toes, and have already lost my new diary. 

Today's horoscope, says that if I want something I should ask for it.  I want to know if you Mr. Scratchy... actually...

Saw last night's wrestling. Mad Hatter looked at one point like he ruined the back of his shirt. Looked new too. Yeah, I notice little things like that. Sometimes miss the big stuff, but hey.
I love listening to him babble. As do a few billion others. Was that Rebel without a Cause's script that fell out of his pocket? Always wondered if you lot carried stuff to the ring?   I realize I don't mention Werewolf King enough...I was trying to get yesterday's part of the fairy tale done before the show came on last night, so was half listening half working, and as I typed a paragraph, my attention was taken by Mad Hatter commenting about Werewolf King not being just a pretty face. Which had me sort of looking around because of the part I had just written. That I thought, Herman was a strange bit of synergy. 

And this is the part in the post Mr. Scratchy, when I normally would guess what you are wearing and doing, and tell you I hope I made you smile.   Yeah, I'm not going to tonight. Tonight, I'm going to say that if I make you or your buddies for that matter, smile, then let me know...on the fairy tale.

Big hug anyways.