AAAAND We're Back...

My mom is getting married.
I'm happy for her happiness.
That is all I will ever say about her again.

Hi Guys! Gosh, I really missed you all. I know, it has been a ridiculously long time since I have even tried to write anything here, and as usual I've been stretching myself too thin, but that is neither here nor there.

Lots has been going on with me, but I'm not sure that I'm going to over-indulge as I have in the past. It is starting to seem...strange for me. I have no idea why, but there it is. (I promise, if I have a good story, or I have to beat down another punk on the street or something, you'll be in the know.)


I'm feeling a lot of fresh energy now that our house is somewhat completed (pics eventually/maybe) and I'm ramping up for the next few months that should be pretty exciting. I'm working on a film project--TOP SECRET--and getting together with some excellent musician friends from school to record some music. Yes. Finally. THAT I will certainly keep you updated on, because who knows, I might be touring at the end of the year and maybe we could meet up for a beer and you could bring all your friends to my gig, and that would rock. So yeah, I'll keep you updated. Maybe even sneak some peaks if I can figure out how to get music files to play on my profile. (Anyone know a good widget or something? I'm so out of the hip blogging movement.)

Is it just me, or does this year seem to be brimming with possibilities? I know that the world seems very strained right now, but I feel a lightness on the horizon that I haven't felt in a long, long time. I couldn't honestly say that last time I felt this way, but I would guess that I was around 10 years ago, and that is a deadfully depressing thought. I feel a buzzing in my center that portends good things for me, and I intend to channel it into the dreams and wishes that I've always harbored but for one reason or another never went after. I think it is the right time now. I think I am finally ready.

No new year resolution. No fad diet. Just a simple reaching out for the dream. Reaching out to where I want to be. It is all I can do lately: imagine where I want to be, and who I want to be when I get there. And I have a very strong feeling that it is where I am meant to be.

Sorry if this is all a little woowoo, but I'm in a brain-spill phase and I don't mind being odd.

Speaking of odd, where the HELL is Alex???

Love to you all in the New Year.


-Boo

Fox: Taking a Dump on America

Last night, as my husband and I finished off the last couple of alcoholic drinks in the fridge (his was PBR, mine was sake) we watched the dreck that has become our local 10pm news. Well, actually, it was the regional Fox news station, not our local news (which still sucks, but looks like an oasis in the desert comparatively). We could tell that the Fox news hub, by the end of the first story, was little more than a portal for horrible stories, crap video footage, and propoganda.

This little Fox news syndicate, based out of Greenville, SC (we live in the NC mountains), is something. Reeeeeeally something. The anchors look like coked up reality show rejects, yammering their way through the broadcast in the hope that maybe, if they talk fast enough and make it sound very serious, time will go by faster, thereby allowing them to rush to the bar to play in the snow and drink until the 6am broadcast.

One of the anchors (I can only assume he's the main anchor, since he had one hand commandingly on the desk, either in a show of alpha dog-type domination, or the fact that he's so ripped that he must hold the desk down to keep it from moving) was truly on warp speed, and even the heinous orange make up could do little to hide the dark purple circles beneath his haggard eyes.

So, I'm watching this train wreck (on mute only; my brain would leak from my ears if I was forced to actually listen) and thinking about how this station runs. It's obvious they aren't reporting on anything; each news story consists of little more than bad footage from all over South Carolina, with the anchor robotically reading the story straight off the news wire. The graphics are the only thing that probably originates onsite, and they are laughably bad (each "story"—already a questionable word in conjunction with the crap they deem newsworthy—is labeled a "HOT STORY!" illuminated by flickering red and orange block text that I can only imagine is trying to mimic fire). The set is so small, I can see the anchor woman's hair at the edge of the screen during the weather update. Or maybe she's just tipping back that last bit of Evan Williams in her coffee mug.
These people basically get paid to parrot whatever stupid fucking story Fox tells them to repeat, and then go obliterate themselves with drugs and booze in hopes of forgetting what complete wastes of skin they have become.

These "reporters" (I don't dare use the "J" word anywhere near this shite), and the Fox network in general, remind me of that disgusting kid on the playground. We all know the one: he would find the nastiest shit he could, and then proceed to show it to everyone.

Not even a polished turd, you know? (I guess Fox saves that for it's weekly line-up.) I'm talking the dirtiest, smelliest, shittiest turd they can find.

So I implore the news media of this country: STOP SHOWING ME YOUR FUCKING TURDS.