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Jeremy Arotsky’s Custom Team Rocket Motto (incredible)
“Relentless ire by day and night,
On an eternal quest to trounce what’s good and right.
Truth and love are but an illusion,
Our speciality is a swift and decisive extrusion.
Team Rocket, achieving its destiny to the stars!
Surrender immediately, for your catches are now ours.”
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What film do you think should win Best Picture for the 2010 Oscars?
For me it’s between The Kids Are All Right and True Grit. I’d say Inception, but, I just feel like the hype really is what’s made it. Not to be putting it down- it was a really cool movie, I just don’t see it as the Oscar material.
I think my top vote is “True Grit” because the original was quite good but this took that and made it great. It had a great musical score in it. I enjoyed the fact that it’s the first movie in a long time that had only a musical score in it. It captured and emulated every moment in that movie perfectly. Secondly, I enjoyed the whole cast. And who would have thought that Matt Damon would have played a role as a Ranger so well? It sort of blindsided me. As well as the young girl who was acting in it too, alongside Rooster Cogburn. It was real, riveting, inspirational, and the best Western film made in ages. Come to think of it- there haven’t been a lot of them. For shame. Get on it movie producers.
“The Kids Are All Right” was great too. Mainly because it was good to see Deniro in something more serious than the “Fockers” series. I liked how it panned out, how you saw the evolution of a sad man, to a man with purpose. It had a good message behind it- appreciate what, and who you have in life, and you really don’t know what you have until it’s gone. It was a great cast, and I watched it from start to end, despite it being fairly slow paced, and at times dreary (which was more of the mood of the film itself), With saying that, it wasn’t too depressing that the faint of heart couldn’t watch it; It had it’s lighthearted moments -points for a good balance in tone as well.
So, there you have it. My opinion.
There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don’t need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.
—Audrey Hepburn
In lieu of Valentine’s Day (also known as love thyself day) I want to remind all of you out there who have some sort of self image issue: We are all flawed. Be the best that you can be, but don’t destroy yourself for the idea of perfection, that simply doesn’t exist artificially, or naturally. It’s in the human nature to not like what we are born with but if you can learn to accept and love yourself for you, and treat your body well; Think of things in term of being healthy, rather than needing to change something about you physically- The rest falls into place.
I wish you all the joy of finding yourselves and attaining a balance and inner peace that is essential in the grand scheme of life. Love yourselves, enjoy the people around you who love you. Love them fully and openly, even when you are mad at them. Be merciful but know when to let go and do what is best for you. Valentine’s Day isn’t about the gifts, fancy dinners, lingerie…. It’s about cherishing the people around you. The people who will be with you through thick and thin.
Valentine’s Day should serve more as a reminder to us that we do have these amazing people in our lives, and it’s not just one day that we should fully want to acknowledge those people. I spent my Valentine’s Day with my best friends. They picked me up from the hospital (I coincidentally was done with two weeks of IV antibiotics on V-Day) We got take out sushi, sat in the student center lounge and pigged out. I had two wonderful phone calls from my boyfriend who is studying abroad in Florence, Italy and received his clever and amazing gifts (5 lb bag of one of my favorite candies- Haribo Happy Colas- and those super adorable personalized m&m’s, and a super soft Teddy). I sent all of my closest friends e-cards and spent the day with them. We ended it playing Dance Central on the XBox Kinect, laughing at my terrible lack of coordination, and reminiscing and connecting. It was a day of fun. No expectations to be had. It was simple, the best kind of simple.
So everyone, male and female, because I know it’s not just women who can have body image issues- Live life in love.
Be well.
-S
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“Resurrection”
My laptop is on the outs. It’s served me well for four years. Through laborious hours of paperwork, 15 page papers, being on ALL the time, a few minor spills, scratches and dings here and there, 13 missing keys, 2 viruses, an incessant use of Facebook and Stumble- I’d say this beast has served me pretty well. It’s definitely been through the mill, and even that’s an understatement.
The quoted text above, was a post I was starting back in the beginning of December… It never made it to my page because my computer officially died. It’s been quite awhile dear Tumblrs. Thankfully I have the HTC Droid Incredible. A brilliant little phone that has survived more drops than I can count and two run-ins with H2O. It’s a faithful little device. One of those two run-ins was Friday right as I was headed out the door to go to The Decemberists (More in detail on that experience later, I have a lot to catch up on here). It was one of those HOLY S**T moments where everything around you seems to sort of just stop in that magical way that things seem to do in movies. It was in my hoodie, I was trying to take said hoodie off. Hoodie pockets are convenient and at the same time, annoying. Great for cold hands, not so great for keys, cell phones, other valuable or small items. So, as I was taking my hoodie off the phone slides out of my pocket, lands on the toilet seat and stays suspended there for about 3 seconds, and as I go to reach for it before it can fall in… it fell. Of course. My luck, and lack of observation. I blame ADD this time. I completely forgot I had it in there…. Except, you’d sort of think that after almost always having my cell phone in one of three places- purse, hand, or hoodie- that I would have thought to take it out before taking off. FAIL. I freaked out, naturally. I immediately ignored any and all toilet germs (it was flushed and cleaned- still nasty) and plunged my hands into the bowl to fetch my phone out. Turns out while I was rushing to simultaneously dry off and take off the cover I turned it on. Thankfully that was short and I managed to get the battery out before it did any real damage. But, I swear droids are impervious to water. I shook the water out, blow dried it, and put it in rice for a day. Turned it on this Saturday and it was fine. Works like a gem. HTC I now fully understand why you dubbed the phone with such a fitting name. So, my point about this is that having a super-phone on me at all times is perfect when my computer dies.
It’s a shame. I was on a roll with my Tumblr challenge and I had some pretty good material I wanted to write about. I need to find my blogging style still I think. Or maybe create a few different blogs designated for whatever topics / writing types I choose. It’s a lot of time and effort, but I would like to start up more serious blogging. Maybe start writing about CF or veering down the path of Op-Ed writer. Nicholas D. Kristof from the New York Times and co-author of “Half The Sky”, is one of, if not the only favorite Op-Ed writer of mine. He’s robust in his writing style, tackles issues without a hint of doubt, and remains a voice of reason in our increasingly tactless and stubborn society. That, and I did enjoy being the Op-Ed editor of The Flying Horse while I attended MXCC. Well, sort of. Minus the people who couldn’t arrange paragraphs, use proper English, spell correctly, or know how to use a semi colon and it was peachy!
Hopefully I’ll be able to blog every other weekend, and get back into the swing of things. Tomorrow is Manic Monday, everyone! I personally, have to go to the CF Specialty Center in New Haven and get my PFTs redone to see if the Ciproflaxacin I’m on is doing any good to combat the lung infection that’s been brewing again. This should be fun, seeing as I still have no medical insurance. The state likes to not prioritize cases and treats everyone like a statistic. Essentially, that’s what it comes down to. What a horrible position to be in. I can partially empathize with the lady who has her lips puckered as if she sucks on a lemon every morning as part of her daily beauty routine. I wouldn’t like your position if I were there either; but Ms. Bitch-a-lot, a word of advice if I may, you’re choosing to work with people, it’s normally suggested you have a more cheery disposition and come to expect that you’re going to have to deal with angry mobs of people. Especially if you work at any government run office. I can bet you that tomorrow will be worse for her than it is for me. That’s saying something.
Before I go, I just wanted to say one last thing. Thank you to all of my loyal followers. All 20 of you! I actually think, by some matter of modern miracle, gained more while I was gone. I guess it’s true about “silence is golden”. Hah! Thanks again, and I look forward to getting blog feedback- I’m always open for questions and suggestions.
Wish me luck! It’s great to be back from my little hiatus… For now… Sort of. I need to get my bearings straight here and work a few knots out of my brain. I haven’t blogged in a month! That’s an eternity in interwebz years. Hope all of you Tumblrs have a marvelous manic Monday as well.
Ciao!
-S
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
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“Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order’s tall
And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And in the morning I’ll be with you
But it will be a different kind
And I’ll be holding all the tickets
And you’ll be owning all the fines
Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in light brassieres
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split
And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And now all your love is wasted
And then who the hell was I?
And I’m breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?”
Love all. Trust few. Do wrong to no one.
—Shakespeare
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Say Anything
—Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too
Say Anything - Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too
I HAVEN’T LISTENED TO THIS IN YEARS! I still love it. <3
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This is adorable and mildly irritating. The grammar Nazi in me hates the improper form of “you are”. I would have kicked butt with that NERF gun. Teach my husband to use improper grammar. PSH! :3
When I get married this is what I want to come home to
It’s sad that the first thing I noticed about that note was that the wrong YOU’RE is used.
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