who you callin' shrimp?

this Mantis Shrimp
is as beautiful as it is creepy.
i really do love
creepy critters.
especially the marine variety.
when i was a wee lass
i wanted nothing more than to
be a mermaid and live in the ocean.

those aspirations nearly led
to me being a marine biologist,
but academically, I'm not
as equipped in math and sciences as
i would need to be.
give me words all day.
but i have math phobia.
seriously.

my affinity for aquariums,
the ocean and anything
on the Discovery Channel or National
Geographic about sea creatures
stems directly from my desire
to be in Ariel's posse.
i also want to commune with
the dolphins.
like swim with them, touch them,
all that you know?
but i haveto ask myself

"self, how would you feel
if some dolphins wanted to come
to your house and just hang out?
all uninvited.
touching you & stuff."

something tells me they're just
being polite and would rather we
stay on land and out of their habitat.
their such intelligent
animals, they probably just
tolerate us
like children and fools.

anyway...

this also explains why one of my
favorite movies ever is
The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou.
that and the fact that Bill Murray
is a genius.
if you haven't seen this
Wes Andersen gem,
get yourself to Netflix and
make it happen.

what if jesus and mary m. really had a baby?

check out the trailer.

what if - wouldn't that be amazing?
and terrifying.
and beautiful.
and sad.
all at the same time?

back on the wagon

it's been a minute folks.
are there even any more folks
out there?

there in lies the problem
of having a blog.
if you let it fall to the wayside
readers get bored.
deem you unreliable.
and move on to the next persons
mental binge & purge.
so if there are no more folks
i understand.
and maybe it's better that way.

maybe my diatribes about botox and
random other things aren't fodder
for the world to see.
the problem
with making yourself a public presence
is that when you put
yourself out there to be
praised, you also put yourself out
there to be criticized.
ridiculed.

and frankly, i'm one that doesn't
take kindly to unsolicited bullshit
advice from people who really shouldn't
be say "boo" to me about anything.

"so why have a blog at all, Miss?"

good question.
anywho where was i going with this?
not much to speak of other
than to say hey, check in
and commit to speaking here more regularly.

i should have alot to say
in the coming
months anyway. heck, i have a lot to say
now but... should be doing something else.

so i will. late!

botox on the brain

well surprise surprise.

who would have though that injecting
a strain of BOTCHULISM into your face
might be a bad idea?

apparently, scientists are conducting
studies that show Botox may be spreading
beyond the injection site...
and possibly to the brain.

what happened to aging gracefully?

and i think it's hilarious that the
tagline for Botox is
"it's all about freedom of expression!"

is it really now? the most expressionless
faces i have ever seen are those that are Botox-ed.
especially the actresses - oh it's just awful.
furrowed brows showing consternation?
expressive eyes squinting to convey pensiveness?
the subtlety of expression can speak volumes...
HELLO - MERYL STREEP in the Bridges of
Madison County?!

which makes the fact that the wonderful actress
from Sideways, Virginia Madsen
is going to be the new spokeswoman
for the stuff.

as an actress, shouldn't you want
to protect your ability for facial expression?
isn't that part of your livelihood?
it just makes no sense to me.

maybe i'll change my tune as I get older.
i doubt it though. even now, the tiny wrinkles
i have show that i've laughed and smiled
alot in life. that can't be a bad look.

uncle dirty

this is a pretty amazing photo journal
about a guy's uncle, aptly named Uncle Dirty.

i started a similar series of photos
on my grandmother some years ago.
she has an amazing story
and i was unable to finish telling it
before she succumbed to Alzheimer's.

taking her picture began to make her agitated.
she wanted to fix her hair first or
she'd become ashamed of her state and get sad.

people with Alzheimer's can say
some very cruel things and behave violently
but it's because they have no emotional filter
and are full of rage, depression and fear
at the complete betrayal of their body and minds.

sometimes she'd forget who i was
and become scared at the stranger
taking her photo.
or in those rare moments of clarity,
she'd look at me and 1/2 smile,
the other 1/2 being lost to paralysis from a stroke.

my grandmother was an amazing woman.

anyway, this series of photos is very inspiring
and has given me a brilliant idea to
make peace with the project I was
unable to finish.

more to come.

grills for you nails

my pals Mel & Tasha came through
the crib wearing some fly jewelry from
designer Jules Kim line BiJules

that I either A) will steal on their
next visit or B) have to aquire through
personal purchase or C) hope that friends
and family are feeling in the giving spirit.

granted the gold serpent nail tips are a bit
much for everyday wear, but on the right lady
with the right swagger or even for
some fantasy photo shoot, these nails
would be so fresh.

zöe kravitz

i like this girl.
she's fast becoming an intriguing little something.



though her part was really minor,
i dug her in The Brave One as well.
if she's starring in Jay Z videos,
obviously folks have caught wind of her
as one to watch. i bet lenny & liliquoi are so proud.

a bit of unsolicited opinioning:
Ben Foster?
really Zoe? hey, to each their own.
looks like they met when filming
Birds of America?
maybe up close he's ruggedly handsome
and a sweety pie to boot.
hell, people might wonder how my homely ass
snagged this juicy hunk of man as well.