Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Maximus the Cat: Update


Max likes birds. Birds are his friend.


Monday, February 4, 2008

For New York.




For New England.


Why I won't be seeing Knocked Up, Waitress, Juno or Bella

Hollywood, in it's success with unplanned pregger chicks, seems to forget that abortion is a legal, viable option for women. It also seems to think that unplanned pregnancies are funny, quirky and romantic. Couple this with all the bored actress/singers having offspring.

This isn't reality and I know Hollywood isn't in the business of highlighting reality, but all these recent movies about women getting pregnant, out of wed-lock and with little options makes it seem as if it will always work out. For a real world girl like me, it's troublesome.

In this article, two real women talk about these movies and their personal experience as pregnant women, movie-goers and abortion. They make some valid points about the fallacies that many of these story lines and contrasts them with the real world and how the taboo subject of abortion is often dusted over in celluloid.

Not to mention the stereotypical portrayal of men in these films as stupid or absentee fathers/jerks/assholes...a point I almost overlooked. (See how patriarchy hurts everyone?)

Point being: I am over the Hollywood baby propoganda. Over it.

Wish you were here and I'm not even there yet

Going on a jet plane...

To Tempe, Arizona this Tuesday. The weather looks promising, but I will be indoors mostly for a work conference. Luckily for me the dress is biz cash, so no blazers! The Lenten season will be upon us while I am away in Arizona. I welcome this time, but part of the conference involves a group dinner at this place. Yeah...I give up meat from Lent every year. Surprisingly, Tempe is pretty G-A-Y! I may even come back for the Gay Rodeo.


And then there were three




So two of the blondest, cutest Gays at the "alternative lifestyles" bar/restaurant that I work at brought a cake to work for me this weekend. It tasted like a twinkee. Not this kind, but this kind.

They hand decorated it and it was supposed to say: "Happy Birthday, You Beautiful Ebony Goddess", but they ran out of room and had to start over.


Saturday, February 2, 2008

And this year I thought I would have to buy my own cake

As I type this, I am having brunch which consists of two different pieces of birthday cake and leftover pizza. Why? Because it's a cake fuck fest this week as I have TWO birthday cakes to help me celebrate the big day. The first was from the g-parents who got this delicately delicious cake from Casa Dolce on the eastside.

Now Miss Fixx It, if you recall her, invited me over for what was going to be a housewarming crock pot celebration with pot roast. Alas, she managed to overcook the meat leaving us with pizza as the only viable meal option. We got it delivered from this place. Yeah...buttery as fuck crust, bitches. And the boneless wings tossed in bourbon sauce were a welcome addition to the meal.

As usual on occasions like these, I offer to bring the dessert and the alcohol, but she said she had it covered. To my surprise, there was a chocolate whipped buttercream pink and white birthday cake complete with my name on it waiting for me after dinner. Hell yes. Nothing says Moxie like a pink and white chocolate cake. I AM pink and white chocolate cake.

So much for going to the gym first.


(sorry for the dark pics, but i never said i was a good photographer.)




Friday, February 1, 2008

She's Jewish so close enough

Moxie: ...yeah, I hate Ann Curry and I hate Sheryl Crow. I started hating her around the time "Soak Up the Sun" came out.

Bama Girl: Aww, she's OK.

Moxie: I hate her smugness. Plus her lips are annoying and weird. And not weird sexy like Gina Gershon's lips.

Bama Girl: Gina Gershon?

Moxie: You know: Showgirls the movie?

Bama Girl: Oh yeah! That reminds me I was reading this blog I like and there is going to be a all-Black version of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof!

Moxie: What does that have to do with Gina Gershon?

Bama Girl: Well she's in it.

Moxie: (turns to computer and searches for image of Gina Gershon. Points to picture.) She is going to be in the all-Black version of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof? Really?

Bama Girl: Dammit. I guess I was thinking of the actress from Dreamgirls.

Laughter ensues.






Speaking of sick in the head...

If you live in Ohio, you will have two less mental hospitals to go to thanks to Gov. Strickland.

He is cutting spending to deal with budget woes and I like how the cuts are coming from things like:

- mental health
- drugs and alcohol addiction services
- rehabilitation and corrections
- education
- jobs and family services
- argriculture (hello Ohio!)

and line items like these AREN'T getting cuts:

- budget and management
- elected officials
- administrative services
- old people
- young people

I cannot wait until crime rates and such go up so that I can kindly point to all the programs that got slashed that are designed to improve systemic problems.

Ugh.

You need a sick day because you're sick in the fucking head

This is sickening. So there are actually people in this god forsaken state that think a law requiring business owners with 25 or more employees to have a mandatory minimum of seven days of sick time is a bad thing.

Yes, apparentely giving people a paid day off from work to deal with being a mortal is not cool. I guess this means that sick employees spreading their sickness to other employees does good for the bottom line.

DOUBLE U TEE EFF, PEOPLE? You make money off the blood, sweat, tears and backs of these people and yet you can't give them SEVEN DAYS out of THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE? They don't even deserve that? Where are the morals and plain human compassion? It's not like these business owners are paying their people well in the first fucking place. It is disgusting that we even have to have a law for this. Taking care of your employees should be a priority and sound business practice. Happy employees mean effective, loyal employees.

Jesus Christ on a crutch. Oh wait: if he worked for these people, he couldn't take a damn day off to see his orthapedics doctor.