Post-it Sat Feb 11

Mr. Scratchy, you woke me up just after 3am this morning.  I woke scratching my right shoulder and when I checked the blog, sure enough I had just missed your check in by two minutes. I started to write, but figured you wouldn't check in again till later.  
Big ppv this weekend.  I have not seen this week's show yet, going to watch that now in a few minutes when I'm done posting. 
I suppose this is the part where I say good morning.  Say that I hope everything is good on your end. and since you've checked in already few hours ago, you most likely won't see this till tonight.

I am getting the ppv tomorrow.  Which is a rare thing for me to do. 
So that means you're worth $50 Canadian.  Seems a bit cheap doesn't it?  I know, I'm all with the bad jokes, but it's what I think you loved about my writing before. 
See made you smirk.
What's the chances of The Celebrity wearing my favourite outfit of his? Grey tee, black and red pants?

How very Cyrano of you

Cyrano de Bergerac.   The movie, the play, the centuries old story is about a man who because of his looks, helps a better looking man win the heart of his truest love.

I have not been able to get this idea out of my head all day.    I haven't seen a copy of the film adaptions in years.   This is not what has got me pacing around my apartment my mind racing in circles with possibilities at all.

The movie Anonymous  is the reason.
The theory that William Shakespeare was not the man he's been made out to be.  This film has been gently stroking my brain for the last 12 hours.
I knew bits and pieces about the conspiracy theory but this film, even though it's been tweaked for dramatic reasons, just makes sense.

And you are thinking, what does this have to do with a blog about relationships?

Well, a lot actually.  As the most famous love stories still come from that time period in our history. 

This whole theory is in itself like the story of Cyrano de Bergerac.  One man hiding because of society's judgement while a frontman takes the praise.
The ultimate ghostwriter.

Anonymous, takes on the heavy issues of politics, murder and incest.  Enough to make one man mad. And lay the grown work for some of the most compelling plays in the history of the written word.

Post-it- Feb 9th

I'm excited about a movie Mr. Scratchy.  I'll get around to talking about it later.
At the moment, I just wanted to say I hope you're having a good evening.  If you are indeed catching this before your night, and as always, if you are checking in after your night, hope you have a good morning.
I am imagining you dressed tonight in dark jeans and opened button long sleeved shirt.  Grey toque.  As always, with a cup of tea or coffee in hand.  A pen in the other.  I just have this sense that you are fidgeting tonight over something.  A project, research of some sort? 
Anyways, I hope Mr. Scratchy that all is well on your end.

Fan Envy

"You don't think that it's popular?  You have fans." Nura was commenting about my blogs.

Me-: "A fistful of wrestlers, a stalker who I'm starting to think is Erin and a few people from Europe who need to translate me.  You have fans. Your Youtube stuff has hundreds of hits per day. And they interact with you. Mine just quietly read. And scratch. Well one boy scratches and if he's feeling it half as much as me then the right side of his body looks like Freddy Krueger had fun."

Nura-: "Are you saying you have fan envy?" she laughed for five minutes on that one.

Me-:"Yes. In the beginning few years ago, I had some people reacting to my work, but now... can we just talk about something else before I cry."

Nura-:"He writes like you."

Me-: "I know"  I remarked scratching the hell out of my right thigh.

Nura- :"And she doesn't even ask me who I am talking about."

Me-: "I'm assuming you're talking about The Celebrity."

Nura-:"Yeah,The Celebrity. After seeing that post you wrote the other day,  I went to read over the old blog posts that him and The Other Guy did back in 2010 on the company blog, and was reading your old stuff; damn you were bitter just the anger following off some of your posts nearly made me want to scream at times... but anyways, he writes like you. Same sort of sentence structure and choice of words. He likes you."  she burst out with a cackle that made her sound like the wicked witch.

Me-: "Old news." I waited but she said nothing for a moment. "And where are you going with this?"

Nura just shrugged and laughed again.  "Have you been paying attention to The IrishLad over in company #1 as of late?" She got up from the webcam and got a drink telling me that she could still hear me over the speaker.

Me-:"Yeah, he mentioned a song I had been talking about and suddenly started to wear red and black. Just means I have 6 wrestlers reading me now not just 5."

Nura-:"I don't know. Just saying. Maybe you're looking at this all wrong."
Again there was silence from her as if that was the point to the comment. She sat back down at the webcam

Me-: "And?"

Nura-: "And what? Huh huh huh?"  she was giddy practically bent over her computer laughing so much. "What if he's you know..."

Me-: " It's not someone in Company #1."

Nura-:"So you're saying,  there is no way in hell he could be your soulmate?"

Me-:"That's what I'm saying."

Nura-: "You're stupid. That is the stupidest thing you've ever said to me Ever.  He could be anyone on the planet."

Me-:"It's not, trust me on this. I would feel it. You felt it the first time you even heard Earnan's name, he's told me he felt it the first time he saw your email address. And you two have been together what twelve years?"

Nura-:" True. Yeah twelve."

i have to admit, I was pissed off and slightly scared with her at that moment cause Nura is the type of person who if she thinks a situation is not moving in the right direction will push it in the one she thinks is right.

The science of romantic comedies

With Valentine's coming up next week, I have decided to add a few pages worth of romantic comedies to my Monster's Library project. This would mean that I need to research a stack of romantic comedies. Some of you readers might be scratching your head raising an eyebrow at me thinking that I do that already with the whole Sex and the City stuff.  And well, yes I guess I do.

I've always had this theory that you are what you watch.  Romantic stories included.  Most of the women I've known over the years have been fans of Romeo and Juliet.  I have not. I've always been a Hamlet girl myself.
Just like the fact most of those same women will have the movie Pretty Woman in their list of favourites. Not me, more of a You've Got Mail type.

Then again, anything that is even semi-related to Jane Austen is a good thing in my book, and You've Got Mail is a nice blend of both Pride and Prejudice and Northanger Abby.

The typical romantic comedy which is very different from just a romantic story, plays on the idea that good always wins in the end no matter what the odds.
A romantic story in general, doesn't always play that way. You usually tend to have more of a love and loss thing going on there. 

Okay, so then what does that say about us as a society that we need to have our romance as sweet as the little candy hearts we will be seeing come next week everywhere?  I could make the argument once again about modern fairy tales, but I've done that more then once before.

Post-It Feb 4th

It's supper time, and something tells me that Mr. Scratchy, you might be checking in after the end of your night. So I'm guessing you're catching up after midnight EST.
We had a major melt out here today, and the streets are all slush. Alice Cooper on the CD player the song "I am made of You" 
I believe if I haven't gotten my dates wrong, that today {Feb 4th} was The Other Guy's  birthday... if he's checking in too,  Happy Birthday. 
If he doesn't, well Mr. Scratchy, I trust you will pass on the happy birthday. 

Clothes does not make the hooker

Our local news last night made mention about the fact that school kids have been propositioned for sex on their way home. 
This happened on street that is near one of the main school areas.
 I was shaking my head when I heard the news report and thinking 1) What would make someone mistake a child coming home from school for a hooker? and 2) What would make someone cruise the grade school district?

I might be coming off more naive then normal, but a child carrying a stack of school text books and hanging with their friends also carrying a stack of text books, doesn't really send any hooker signs to me.
The only other thing I can think is that we need more stores in this city to diverse women's wardrobes. Cause if a 14 year old girl coming home after class at 3:00 in the afternoon is dressed in anything that would make a grown man think prostitute, that means having only four main clothing stores in our mall is a bad idea.  
The hookers need a store of their own.