Archive for September, 2005
Commissioned Art?
I'm looking for someone to do 2 or 3 sketches of me for use as a t-shirt design, business cards, and part of a website logo. The medium is your choice, and they don't necessarily have to be in colour. I will provide the artist with a few of my favourite images to work from.
The catch is that I can't offer any monetary compensation, unfortunately. However, I do have things to barter with- videos, custom photo sets… things of that nature. I'll credit the work and also link your website in a prominent position (if you don't have one, I can simply list your contact info instead, if you like). If you might be interested, please email anastacia@dirtylittlesecrets.net, or leave a comment here and I'll get in touch. Thank you!
I've Found This To Be True…
The National Science Foundation announced the following study results on corporate America's recreation preferences:
1. Sport of choice for maintenance level employees: bowling.
2. Sport of choice for front line workers: football.
3. Sport of choice for supervisors: baseball.
4. Sport of choice for middle management: tennis.
5. Sport of choice for corporate officers: golf.
CONCLUSION: The higher you are in the corporate structure, the smaller your balls.
d-o-g-m-a.
Today a Federal Judge ruled it unconstituitional to recite The Pledge Of Allegiance in public schools. I know, it sounds so harmless… except for that one little three letter word. I think back to how uncomfortable it always made me to say it (because I don't believe in God; I felt it somehow wrong, maybe even spiritually detrimental for me to pretend as if I do by uttering such words). I didn't want to misbehave or call attention to myself though. So, I said the pledge, but skipped that phrase and stood silent during it. I got caught and chastised for that. Fair enough. Next time, I simply mouthed the words. This worked for a while until the teacher figured out what I was doing. This time she was a little more firm about how I needed to act like part of the group. The day after, I said “one nation under Goddess and God” instead. No recess for me. I was not a team player and I was disruptive. I had to stay inside and read.
I don't know if things like this happen in other schools, or if it is unique to mine, but can you understand why I might be opposed to it… to being punished for my different beliefs? “Send her to private school,” angry parents suggested as if it would cure me of my lack of faith in the lord. But, my parents weren't the sort of people to force religion on me. Had there been a Pagan oriented private school, I'd have gladly gone, if for no other reason than to feel more comfortable, less guilty. From that moment on, I was taunted for being “a devil worshipper.” It lasted all the way until high school. People never forgot. They never let it go. No child should be made to feel the way I was- that's basically what I'm saying. If your superior being is that imporant to you and your life, please offer it to your children at home rather than school, because someone else's may be every bit as sacred to them.
Soooo…
The Dandy Warhols were rocking out on Live With Regis And Kelly this morning with new songs. They were so loud for so early. I bet R & K were horrifed. But I was grooving in my chair, heh. I can't rememer the last new non-Guided By Voices (RIP *sniffle*) cd that I was enthused about, but this could be it.
I ordered my satin sheets- yay! They should be here in less than a week. I like shopping online because it's convenient for my non-driving ass and allows me to avoid people (Kids, can you say S o c i a l A n x i e t y?), but unfortunately, I'm also the type of girl that needs instant gratification. It is kind of depressing, actually. I can't go into a store and not buy something, anything. No matter how small, inexpensive, or ridiculous the item, I still get that happy little buzz from getting something shiny and new that's all mine, mine, mine. It doesn't last very long though :\ Surprisingly, I somehow managed to hold off on using my new yellow comforter until my silky luxury arrives. I'm so excited, making the bed when my package comes might make me cum, lol. I'm going to splurge on some fresh flowers to cheer the place too… something orange, I think, for contrast. I'd love to find some [cheap] fuzzy avacado green throw pillows as well.
An ol' pal o' mine is coming to visit tonight, despite the mess. (I still haven't done a goddamn thing in terms of unpacking and organizing. I drag stuff out of boxes on an 'as needed' basis.) I shouldn't be nervous, but I am. Namely because it has been years- literally and I'm more than bit unlikeable different these days. We just sort of lost touch over time as his broadcasting career took off and he moved all over the place, and I played musical boyfriends and musical apartments. I found him again on My Space and he only lives an hour away now. Neat.
I have even more to look forward to though… Thee Boyfriend is taking me to “our place” (The Corner Wine Bar) for an elegant dinner Saturday. I can almost taste the ginormous prawns, champagne chicken, and decadent tarte. Then, we'll slip back to my apartment to change and head over to The Patio to see one of my favourite local bands, About The Fire. We never go out unless he has a gig, so this is really special.
It is dead today. Can'tcha tell? :) Instead of rambling on here, I think I'll read more from Cold Truth by Mariah Stewart. Mmm-mmm, serial killer goodnessT!
Survey says…
A group of New York bartenders were asked if they could determine a woman's personality based on what she drinks. Though interviewed separately, they all concurred with these results:
Drink: Beer
Personality: Casual, low-maintenance; down to earth.
Your Approach: Challenge her to a game of pool.
Drink: Blender Drinks
Personality: Flaky, annoying; a pain in the ass.
Your Approach: Avoid her, unless you want to be her cabin boy.
Drink: Mixed Drinks
Personality: Older, has picky taste; knows what she wants.
Your Approach: You won't have to approach her. She'll send you a drink.
Drink: Wine – (does not include white zinfandel, see below)
Personality: Conservative and classy, sophisticated.
Your Approach: Tell her you wish Reagan was still president — Alzheimer's and term limits be damned.
Drink: White Zin
Personality: Easy; thinks she is classy and sophisticated, actually has no clue.
Your approach: Make her feel smarter than she is.
Drink: Shots
Personality: Hanging with frat-boy pals or looking to get drunk — and naked.
Your Approach: Easiest hit in the joint. Nothing to do but wait.
*** Addendum for Males ***
Domestic Beer: He's poor and wants to get laid.
Good Beer: He likes good beer and wants to get laid.
Wine: He's it give him a sophisticated image to help him get laid.
Whiskey: He doesn't give two shits about anything but getting laid.
Tequila: He just got laid last night and is ready to go again.
White Zin: Gay.
Hair
appointment tomorrow.
Rearranging my highlight and lowlight placements, thinning them out a bit too. Might do something like these (excuse the crude photoshopping) with an ash blond, platinum blond, and soft coco brown. Or course, I may get a wild hair up my ass and get this done with plum, red, and orange. That would mean cropping it to my chin as well, so we'll see.
Trivial, but curious.
“Your apocalypse was fab for a girl who couldn't choose between the shower or the bath.”
Which do you prefer and what time? < begin TMI > I definitely bathe more often. I usually shower when I have to wash my hair, which is only once or twice a week to help preserve my colour. (Washing my hair is about an 3 or four hour ordeal… wash, rinse in cold, deep condition 20 minutes, rinse in cold, comb through straightening balm, air dry for 2 hours, flat ironing takes 45 minutes- I hate curls. Argh, can you see why I only do it the bare minimum?! But, honestly, I wouldn't be happy with the way I look [which I am] if I didn't invest the time, so it's worth it to me for that bit of confidence. My hair is my favourite feature, I think.)
Whichever I choose, it is almost always done in the early evening. If I wait until close to bedtime, it refreshes me a little too much and keeps me awake. And, since I love sleeping (more than sex, chocolate, or reading), I generally don't like to get up early enough in the morning to to clean up, and in the winter months it is just too damn cold to strip down and get wet. I just do it when I get home from work each evening, even though it isn't like I have a job where I get particularly dirty or sweaty. *shrugs* It is a good way to forget and unwind from a long day too.
I have a theory that most men prefer showering. In my experience, some felt that [like sitting down to pee] sitting down in the bath somehow made them less masculine. I certainly wouldn't have thought such a thing (but that's not saying much since I find myself attracted to metrosexuals and figures like Pulp's Jarvis Cocker and Placebo's Brian Molko)… I mean, it isn't as if they are in there shaving their legs or something particularly feminine! It took romance [candles, champagne, rosepetals and massaging] for my man to overcome that phobia and to get him in the tub with me. Then, of course, you have to convince them 'no, it isn't a giant toilet and no, pissing in the water wouldn't be funny'. :P So juvenile sometimes, Men! <3 < / end TMI >
Not A Good Bet
The other day, a woman came out of the kitchen and when her husband approached, she slapped him up side the head, WHACK!
He was a little dazed and asked, “What was that for?”
She said, “I was cleaning out your pants to put them in the laundry and I found a piece of paper with the name “Foxy Roxy” on it!”
“Honey, you know that I went out the other day with the boys to the race track. I bet on a horse named “Foxy Roxy” and we won a lot of money on it.”
She felt so bad that she fixed him his favorite dinner and really treated him well, since she had made this terrible mistake in not trusting him.
A few days went by and the husband came through the door and “WHACK,” she smacked him up side the head again.
He said, “Ow! What was that for?
She replied, “Your horse called today!”
Rewind
Back on a Tuesday. Did a lot of grilling. Had a lot of cocktails. Found an antique fridge for Thee Boyfriend. Watched all the Ma & Pa Kettle films in order. Still, the long Labor Day weekend just wasn't enough for me. *greedy* Grateful it is going to be a short week. I've nail and hair appointments I'm looking forward to, and I even get a free Saturday night for _whatever_ (likely some camming).
Good news came in the mail. Something other than bills for once. I got all of my deposit back from the old landlord. Totally unexpected. A relief. That allows me to buy the satin sheets I've wanted for several months… maybe some plants too. In turn, that will make me more motivated to unpack and organize. I'll have a “complete” room waiting for me to arrange; that's the fun part. Even better, Thee Boyfriend's sciatica pain is lessening, so he'll be picking up some of my old furniture for which I no longer have room. I was just going to put it in storage. Nice to see it going to a good home. It is strange the way I get attached to some things. Actually, it isn't the object itself, but the memories that are associated with it. It is almost as if I am afraid I'll forget them if I get rid of an item, or worse- lose my 'connection' to the person or event remembered. I'm nutty; I know.
Girls, Help: Brown MAC eyeshadows?
This is foreign territory to me. I practically never wear browns, but I'm suddenly interested in a nice retro milk chocolate/creamy cocoa shade for fall. I have Embark and Brown Down, which are decidedly too reddish for me. (I use them on my eyebrows sometimes though and they work well with my highlights.) Smut is a little closer to what I'm going for, but not so metallic/bronzed.
If at all possible, I'd prefer a satin or velvet formula, rather than matte or veluxe, but that's not really a big concern. As you know, the swatches on the site aren't much help :P Someone thought Swiss Chocolate might be closer to what I'm looking for… Yay or nay? Any other suggestions? (Or possibly, thoughts on Clinique's Teddy Bear quad? I'll have to check it out in person, but if you've tried it, would it possibly fit the bill?)