J’accuse

Posted by H in Films and The Telly March 25, 2010

So, yea, I have watched this part of the episode a good five or six times. Too many favorite parts. Her voice when ordering the pizza. Night spanks. Eating cigarettes. Her singing the song with Denise. “Good morning, Dummies.” “If only some genius had video-tapped her living room last night, oh wait, IT did!”

Paint Skills

Posted by H in Mimi, Miscellaneous randomness March 18, 2010

I’ve always thought I have a real knack for the program, PAINT. I found this beaut in my collection today. This is me with the Hulk.

And just for kicks, Mimi in disguise. [It's a tattoo]

Stolen from Kimmy

Posted by H in Music is my Boyfriend March 18, 2010

I’m stalking Kimmy.

She’s like the new Pam only I can’t see her except on the internet.

I saw this on her facebook. I tried to come up with a code name for facebook, but all I got was headbook, and that just makes me uncomfortable. Why do I need a code word for facebook? Don’t ask things like that.

HibOO d’Live : Local Natives “Wide eyes” from Le-HibOO.com on Vimeo.

Comics about dogs…

Posted by H in Miscellaneous randomness March 17, 2010

Go here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/fuffer2005/sets/72157594273569420/

Have fun.

Leaving Brooklyn

Posted by H in Poems, Musings, Readings. March 17, 2010

Lately, besides writing and music, all I can think about is living in Brooklyn. It’s a romantic idea, sure. All the ills that plague me here would plague me there, but still, I think about it. The big droopy trees, the exposed brick, the music-filled pubs and Manhatten, right there. Have I mentioned how I hate the cold?

But I am reading this book: Leaving Brooklyn. Not because of Brooklyn, but it was recommended by a writer friend. The prose is poetic. It reads like a memoir. I’m told the plot doesn’t develop the way it should but I can’t say yet. So far I love it. I sat last night with the windows of my old house open and a warm March breeze rested on me while I read and I was so distracted by happiness over being in such a moment that I could hardly concentrate on the reading. That’s always how it is for me – the excitement of the now or the anticipation that it will end always makes it hard for me to be present.