Things I Hav Learned

*Never brag about your awesomeness when you are drunk. You may be called to set up a series of living reenactments for your city's Civil War historical events.

*When told each character requires 30 minutes, more than 1/2 a page would be helpful.

*Damon's mom rocks in saving the asses of people who had two weeks and 1/2 a page for a 30 min monolouge + all day in character.

*Despite all complaints, you will not only enjoy your day, but insist on doing it next year, insuring yourself to you usual OCD. This means binders upon binders of research, outlines, q&as, and lists of do's and don'ts. you won't complain, because honestly this is wayyyyy cheaper than grad school and you, as a big nerd, loves it.

*See pictures of yourself and vow to wear more period appropriate shoes, and also, to realize that just because MOST ladies of the Civil War did not wear makeup, does not meean you have to scare the world with your bare face.

*Finally, relax with a cold mojito, or, barring that, beer and a shot of Jameson.

I am a SLACKASS

Because I've done a LOT in Atlanta, like see Gone with the Wind at the Fox Theater, and join a softball team, and have I told any of the zero followers here? I have not! BUT--I AM doing the B*ATL of Atlanta's "Living History" segment! The B*ATL goes on the 18th and 19th of this month, and I promise I will post more news!

I am also following two awesome blogs (see to the right) and I hope you will check them out! More later...

xoxox

Sick!

I did stuff the past two days, but the slight cold I have has morphed into the flu.

So, no long posts till I get better and can concentrate on something without passing out.

It's Spring!

And the smell of film reels float in the air!

Ooooooo I simply love spring and summer, not just for the beautiful, sunny weather, the time spent lolling in pools and beaches and the chance to break out my collection of tank tops (which still outnumbers my winter clothes, despite living here for 7 years). Spring and summer are also...FILM FESTIVAL TIME!

So on International Women's Day, Juliet and I went to the Midtown Landmark Cinema, home of the ATL Film Festival, for WIFTA, to catch a series of women's shorts. We got free swag, in which shampoo was included (woot!) and synopsis of various Black Women's Literature. The link with the full collection of films, with synopses, is found here.

My favorites were as follows: "3 Days," "Tonky," "Addicted," "Sucker Punch," and "Freedom to Live." Not that I didn't enjoy the other films; these just happen to be my top picks.

Keep an eye out for these, as I'm sure this will not be the only festival you'll see these films at.

Scooter Daze

The past week I was the stunned and (emotionally) touched recipient of a scooter! And not some slim, small, Vespa. No, yours truly received a giganticBaccio runner!

Pretty sweet, huh? Well, the first lesson was almost my last. I got so nervous before I even rode on it (I mean, there's no doors! And cars are everywhere! Waiting to run over me!!) that I almost threw up. In the almost-empty parking lot we were practicing on. Yeah. Luckily, Juliet was there to guide me through it, and understood my need to not jump on and start zooming around. Then, ABZ came and guided me through more. Then I just let him ride it.

The next lesson was a scant ten minutes before work; I just spun around our parking lot a few times.But now, I am proud to say I have ridden the scooter to work TWICE; and ridden it a whole THREE BLOCKS to and from Jules’ house. That’s right; yours truly can actually MAKE TURNS, go OVER ten miles an hour, and ride up hills without panicking, slowing down, and then riding comically backwards until crushed by a semi.

And Sunday, when ABZ got off of work, we took this great ride down to Oakhurst, only a few minutes from EAV, and had the BEST wings ever at Steinbeck’s; at least, the best in Atlanta. I highly recommend these.Smoked for three to four hours, then basted with some butter sauce thing, and served with sides of hot sauce and blue cheese, these were devoured within minutes and made us wish we had multiple stomachs-or the stomachs of marathon eaters-so we could have had more.

After a walk around the area, we went to the Universal Joint, just catty-cornered from Steinbeck’s, and treated ourselves to Guinness and Strongbow while eating hummus. Sure, they might sound like odd pairings, but like I say “Any time is a good time for Guinness.”I also took my first night ride on the scooter. No, I didn’t drive, but riding on the back was exhilarating. I love being able to look around at all the houses. Oakhurst is a beautiful neighborhood, like many Atlanta neighborhoods outside the downtown area, and the houses all have a distinct identity.

With the warm weather coming out, I am looking forward to many more rides. However, I may still make ABZ do all the grocery runs. Moreland is a very scary road, car, scooter, or bus, and I’m not quite ready to hit it without a full suit of armor.

For Your Entertainment...

Found on Geekologie; The Star Wars Trilogy as Told By Someone Who's Only Seen Bits and Pieces:


Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn't seen it) from Joe Nicolosi on Vimeo.

Sadness....

It's not at one that V means to ignore you, it's just that old dilemma of living so much life that one has no time to write it down!! How did Pepys do it?!?!

However, to reform to Miss V's resolutions....

A prayer, well-wishes, and the hopes of a thousand avenging angels to The Standard. Lest the last prt sound in jest, let me assure you, I mean every bit. Two employees were robbed late at night, and one was killed.

Actually, I had more, but after that, they seem like nothing. I need a day or so. I'm tired of this. It's not just the city, every place sees more and more crime. It's not good, and it's not fair. Me and all me friends, we thought death was something that happened when you're old, and we've had all these deaths, from freak accidents, from illness and now from people who don't give a fuck about their fellow man and just killing them. No matter what age you are, it's too young. We shouldn't have this. That bartender should be playing video games, or pouring a drink, or telling a joke, or whatever he loved to do, I don't know I didn't know him.

He can't moan at the Santa Clause 3 or pretend to grudgingly give in to A Christmas Story, while secretly loving it the whole time.

There's no more Valentines or fireworks.

And all that is still nothing, because he has no more day to day. No bills, no car, nothing.


I really meant for this to be happy but I can't. I can only think of two employees, one who survived, which I can't even dream of having those memories, and one who will never have a memory again.

Note: I have changed some items since, as a lot of information that was reported has since turned out to be exaggerated, mainly in the shooting and death. This does not change my feelings toward the matter at hand, but the community is working together and at this point we need to focus more on that and less on melodramatic writings.