The Experiment

I don't have an identity. Interests, yes, but they're widespread and not concrete. And I have huge baggage. I need to interact with the world as someone else for a while, because who I am doesn't want to interact with anybody.

So I'm going to create a number of characters from aspects of my personality and be them. They'll have elaborate backstories and names: "Call me Desi. It's my middle name."

First up: Desi - yoga-practicing, om-saying, spiritual crunchy granola vegan, poi-spinning hippie chick.
Yes, VEGAN.

Desi is going to see Alice Walker talk this weekend. Desi doesn't have an uptight bone in her body because she believes that the universe will even out all things or some such. (I haven't learned my Yogic philosophy yet.)

Activate!

Aliens

is an iconic movie because it's entirely character-driven. Ripley has no sexy clothes, no motorcycle, no flashy product-placed car, nothing. What drives the movie is the fact that she is a major badass. That and nothing else. It's really a feminist movie. The women in it (and the men too) are gritty and human. They're not beautiful. They don't resemble fashion models out for a career detour as marines. They look like marines. They sell the movie.

And it works.

Its cool. Also, apparently I have good taste in men. The character I liked isn't overwhelmingly cute to me anymore, but I can see why I was into him - 15 years ago. Not that it matters.

Fashionable

Yes: Spinal Cord Dress by D Squared

No: Goat Fur Skirt by Brazeau

You know what?

Fuck* Twilight and all the other "OMG!" couples on television. House and Cuddy win hands down, most awesome love story ever. She's mature and grown and knows what she wants and he's what (smart) women (who know what they want) want. I'm so looking forward to this season of the show, despite the inevitable cliffhanger feel of every episode as you wonder if she'll start to be like other women and take his s*** or if he'll continue to be himself and try to sabotage his own impending happiness.

So epic.

*Sorry Mom, that one needs to be left uncensored.

I called my mom

'cause I was still sick. She said "Do you have any vinegar?" I said "yeah", expecting some old wives' tale miracle cure. Then she said, "Put some in some water. It should have some kinda acid."

That's right along the lines of those people (like my granddad) who use motor oil as a medicine.

>.<

I love you, Mom. :D

I'm still sick

*Moan.*

I missed work today. Again. $^^##%# disease-mongers.

Aargh.

Vampire Knits

I'm barfing now.

It gets worse.

Paw Warmers??

Aargh.