Well that sucked

Walsh and my aunt stopped by for a bit this afternoon. Invited mom to a Canada Day party tomorrow. While he was there, we hung outside for a few minutes.  "what are you thinking about?:"

Me-:"I was thinking about heavy metal music, from like the 80's. Thinking of tattoos and eyeliner on boys, of cigarette burns and hazy morning after bedrooms that you have to fan out.  Thinking about the lousy few songs I have on my iPod and the fact that I might not be able to retrieve all the music I have on my dead MAC. Thinking that my sister who is 8 years younger then me is like a world apart from where I am. She's the one who's all grown up with the husband and the step kids and the house. I'm 38 and I'm just... old. "

Walsh-: "You're not old. You're only 3 years older then me."

Me-:"I still want to call it a walkman.  My iPod, I still want to call it my walkman."

Walsh-:"Okay that's sort of old. What's got this all started?"

Me-:"Just a movie I was watching. Sort of the movie. Sort of just... realized how out of touch I've gotten."

Walsh-:"You're upset over a f**king movie?"

Me-:"Did you ever waver when you met your wife? I mean, back in the beginning when you first met her?"

Walsh-:"What do you mean?"

Me-:"Did anything get in the way of you asking her out?"

Walsh-:"No. Well, she was dating someone else when I first met her and she was my sister's best friend. That's how we met."

Me-:"That's what I thought. He's never going to say who he is. It's been like four years, and Mr. Scratchy has never once even commented. At lest, not to say who he is, if he commented it was anonymously."

Walsh-:"All this because of a movie?"

Me-:"I'm just tired.  You know, when I first wrote the movie..."

Walsh-:"You mean your vampire movie that never got finished because of Sophia?"

Me-:"Yes, my poor excuse for a script. Anyways, when I first wrote it, I wrote my character as a divorced woman.  She was a D-List horror star goth and the ex husband was a A-List porn star. That was suppose to be part of why the marriage didn't work."

Walsh-:"Oh my god. No wonder the movie sucked"  

Me-:"You're not funny." but we were both laughing like lunatics to the point my cousin was beet red and my chest hurt.  When we finally stopped laughing and calmed down I tired to continue telling him what my point was, but he never let me.  He changed the subject talking about his kids.

Walsh-:"Hey, I haven't heard you mention Nura in awhile. You two still friends?"

Me-: "No idea. I haven't heard from her in a few months. But she gets like that, drifts in and out of people's lives.  I've given up on her twice before in the past only to have her pop up like no time had past at all. Last time I did talk to her, she mentioned having to go back to the U.S. for awhile.Something about her duel citizenship and her needing her birth certificate. Why?"

He shrugged and made a face. "Haven't heard you talk about much of anything lately other then wrestling."

Me-: "Dude, I've been cooped up with a broken leg for the last four months, not much to talk about. Going stir crazy. I know I said I was going to wait till after the second surgery before I went home, but I think I might have to rethink that idea."

Walsh-: "You'll just get home and then they contact you for the surgery. Then you'll have to come right back here. You know what else sucks? You deserve to be happy. Don't be so hard on yourself."

Me-:"I'm just being honest. If Mr. Scratchy really wanted something, he'd have contacted me by now. Everyone always says to me that my time will come, that I'll meet that right man and get married. But, dude, I'm 38 years old. I don't think it's ever going to happen. Marriage just isn't in the cards for me."

Walsh-:"Speaking of wrestling. And yes I'm changing the subject cause I don't want you crying...I think that the DoubleStarr has a crush on you."

I broke out laughing for another few minutes to the point my throat was burning and my chest hurt massively. "Well I didn't see that coming at all. What the hell? "

Walsh-:"Lest you're not crying. I don't know, why not? Anything is possible right?"

Me-:"Almost anything. But I don't know about that one."

Random Friday -June 29th

So the male nurse at physio therapy 's name is Greg.  The place was nearly empty today while I was there, and when he came in to help one of the patients back to their room, he turned around twice looking at me.   So I asked who he was.  Not the smoothest but the simplest way to find out.

Managed to make it for a short walk when I got back.  When I say short walk, I mean it took me another hour to go two buildings, to get to and from the grocery again this week.  This time around, Storm talked for a moment.  I was sort of struck dumb when I spotted him, as he's shaved his skull. It looks dreadful.  Doesn't suite him at all.  Makes him look like a psycho killer from some bad movie.

When he asked where I'd been for the last four months, I told him about my knee.

Storm-: "Yeah, when I had mine replaced I was months, but I didn't do the kind of damage you did. That explains where you've been all this time. Starting to wonder if you moved out of town. I'm glad to see your not dead though."

Me-:"There's a lot of that going around."

Storm-:"Men telling you that they are glad your not laying dead somewhere?"

Me-: "I meant the knee replacements."

What I've learned so far

That's a bad title, because, I'm not sure I have learned much.

I was thinking about the movie You've Got Mail,  ever since I heard about the death of Nora Ephron earlier this week. It's always been one of my favourite films by her.


It's no secret that someone like me would adore a movie about two lovers who find each other online and share a desire for books.  Cliched, but no secret.

I also have a thing about films done in the heart of Manhattan.  Annie Hall, Melinda and Melinda,  Sex and the City, Mrs Parker and the Vicious Circle   just to name a few.

I'm going to compare You've Got Mail with Beauty and the Beast.  Think about it for a second and just go with me here.  The classic story of Beauty and the Beast deals with trust and loyalty, and falling in love with someone for who you know they are; not for what they look like or can get you. 
It's a theme that runs through the story in You've Got Mail. 

Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks find that element in each other without ever seeing the other person.  And when they do, there is that heated tension that brings out a new level of flirting between them.  Even though as the viewer, you are in on the joke, you're not suppose to be which makes it all that much more delicious when the characters realize what is happening.

Now, I've never seen the stage play or even the 1940's version of the movie so I can not compare.
But, it's obvious that this version of the story, given it was released in 1998/1999, it was way ahead of it's time.  You can also say it's a throwback to when we had no other way to communicate other then letters. 
And if anything, I'm a big defender of love letters.

Strippers and angry boyfriends

This is the weekend that, that movie about the male strippers opens. 
Sister is going with one of her best friends, Sasha.  Then they are going to the Chippendales that is happening.  Seriously, nothing out of the ordinary.
My brother in law thinks it's fine, doesn't have an issue with it.  They come through here about twice a year, and someone in my sister's group of friends seems to want to go every time. 
The problem seems to be coming from Sasha's boyfriend. He is forbidding her to go.

This is a guy who hangs out at the strip clubs here in town on a regular basis. I can only imagine that his double standard is because he's too insecure himself.  

Personally, I don't get the appeal of male strippers.  I don't get the appeal of strippers in general.
But I've also seen too many guys in this city over the years, act like they hit the goldmine by dating strippers. 
Seems I'm missing the big missing link here.  Strippers as status symbols?   

Few years ago, I was at a wrestling event, and bumped into a guy I'd gone to school with. He still looked the same as he had twenty years ago in grade 8.  And for some reason, when he spotted me, he had the need to pull his wife to him, and express his gratitude that she was a stripper.  And let me just say, she looked like she'd just walked out of an old Guns and Roses video from 1989.  She also didn't seem like she really wanted to be manhandled in public.

Mirror doesn't lie, does it?

I heard voices outside the window few hours ago.  I went to look, and spotted a group of teenaged girls sitting on the sidewalk.   I'm guessing they were either waiting for the bus, or for someone from the building.
Either way, like all teenagers, they were loud.  And the topic seemed to be the fact that one of them had been called ugly.

She was dressed like she was trying out for a spot on a bad reality show; tight shorts, a thinly strapped tank top that did not hide her push-up bra, heels, sunglasses that made her look like an owl and long straight hair. 
Her friends weren't dressed much different.

I heard her swear a few times cursing the guy who called her ugly and planning how to get revenge.

If I got revenge on a man for every time I've been called ugly or unattractive or whatever; I'd be one hell of a vengeance demon.
I usually just handle the situation with 5 cheesecakes, two bottles of wine and three days of crying.  Trust me, there's been more cheesecakes in my past then I want to even think about counting.

Society feeds us a double edged sword when it comes to our looks.  Half the time, we're sold an almost impossible image and told to reach it, and half the time we're reminded that beauty is within, and different to everyone.

I would love to say that I'm over it, but I can only say that some days I am and some days not so much.

Post-it June 24

Ever notice how something seeps into your subconscious, only to pop up in ways you'd never think?
I read the book The Wanders   when I was in high school.  I still have a beat up copy that I had gotten from a second hand store for $1.50, somewhere in my apartment.  All these years later, an image from that novel popped into my head.
Popped into my brain, Mr. Scratchy, while I was thinking about something completely different.  I don't know if you've ever read it?
I remember it not making sense. I actually found it difficult to read, but then again, I was 16 myself at that time. 
But what always struck me about that novel, and the movie for that matter, was the sense of family.  Or more put, the sense of a fractured family.  The desire to be part of something stronger, larger, safer then just oneself.
It's a theme that I use all the time in my own writing.  That's not even what got me thinking about that novel today.  I was thinking about the movie the Outsiders. 
Which is about loyalty and honor.  Or so I've always taken.
Anyway Mr. Scratchy, I just thought I would share that with you over coffee this morning.  Hope your day is a great one.

Tidbits- June 22

There is a male nurse at the hospital that I wouldn't mind getting to know.  Pale, dark hair, dark eyes, around 27 years old, and about my height. 
In other words, just my type.  Seen him twice now transporting some of the patients from their rooms to the physio department.  But he's never alone, so there hasn't been much opportunity to talk to him. 

I have been stuck inside for 17 weeks.  Other then physio therapy and doctor's appointments, I haven't been out. 
After the day I had in physio therapy, I decided that after I got back, I wanted to go to the grocery.  Two buildings away. 

We ended up with a mini heat wave while we were in there.  Two buildings away, and almost a full hour.  Oh my god.  Okay, it was a difficult walk. Slow, painful but so totally needed. Many times I had to stop and sort of message the knee. But my physio therapist will be over joyed to hear of my walk.  I still can't believe it.  What normally takes me less then 4 minutes took me 40 minutes today.  I used the crutch not the cane so in theory I should have been faster.

So, if you're keeping up with this blog, you know that I have not been in the grocery in the last 4 months since shattering my kneecap. 
Which means, I have not seen Storm in all that time.  He was working an afternoon shift today.  Which he used to never do.  But it has been 4 months and who knows what sort of changes have gone on over there at the grocery. 

Well, seems, with him that's the only thing that's changed.  He pulled one of his zip past me straight to the staff room when he saw me enter the building with his nose in the air. 

I'm starting to wonder if that Jekyll and Hide comment I made way back over a year ago wasn't bang on?  As Storm seems to be one of those guys who flip flops constantly.