Saturday, February 28, 2004
...I can't continue without saying something about it! Do you know the chocolate milk ads? The ones where the little girl is on a pogo stick with chocolate milk in her backpack while her brothers wait patiently, or the one where the guy packs some chocolate milk in dry ice and mails it to himself, or the one where the guy intentionally defaces a bar code so that the woman scanning it will scan it over and over again...Those ads?
IS THIS NOT THE EPITOME OF LAZINESS? OH. MY. GOD. Every time I see one of those ads I'm just amazed. However as I write this, I realize that I've fallen into their trap by talking about the ads. Rascally advertising bastards!!!
One of my all time best friends is in advertising. He's a copywriter at a very prestigious NYC ad agency. When my Mother found out when we were younger, that J was going into advertising, she was so disappointed. She put advertising folks on the same level as car salesmen. When Mom told J this, he had the perfect comeback. He said, "Ms. M, I'm not going to be the 'Larry Tate' kind of ad guy, I'm going to be a 'Darren Stevens' kind of ad guy." That seemed to satisfy Mom. She never said another word about it.
Today was a glorious day! After all the rain and the dusting of snow we had, it was so nice to walk outside to a "clear as a bell" sunshiny day! I got in my car and I had it on WCLK - Clark Atlanta University Radio Station. They play jazz all the time. I really love listening to this station. This afternoon's show was Afro-Cuban jazz. MAN! That's some stuff that can make you dance! I was doing some serious booty shakin' salsa in my car as I was driving! It was wonderful!
Now, I know she's not African, nor Cuban, but whenever I listen to that type of music, I always picture myself as Rita Moreno. I'm not sure what her exact heritage is, but Rita Moreno is one of the most beautiful Hispanic women I've ever seen. Especially in "West Side Story." I loved the movie. It saddened me that they could not find a Hispanic woman to play Maria. Instead they dyed Natalie Wood's hair, put dark make up on her and she lip synched to another woman's singing. Nothing against Natalie. I love her work as well, but why have a white woman play a Hispanic woman? Ahh...but it was the times, wasn't it?
Man...my thoughts are all over the place today, aren't they? Well, I think me and my thoughts will close for now. I hope that wherever you are it's a glorious day, if only in your mind's eye.
Thursday, February 26, 2004
...but it doesn't mean I don't love you! I just have not been feeling like anything that I would have written would have been very positive. I try not to spew negativity into the world if I can help it. This business of being unemployed does not make it easy to remain positive.
The best way that I can describe how I've been feeling is this: Imagine yourself in a pitch black dark room. Then imagine taking a flash photograph. The light from the flash is blindingly bright. The pitch black dark room is how I've been feeling, and the "flashes" are something wonderful that someone has done for me or said to me. Unfortunately, the flashes don't last very long and I'm left fumbling around for a light switch again. I will find the light switch come hell or high water, but it's been a little difficult of late.
I have had so many people that have taken the time to call me, email me, take me to dinner, pray with me and for me. I feel very very blessed. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Last night there was a little excitement here at the house: For some reason or another, my cat Shelby likes to visit me when I'm (ahem) "using my litter box." She'll wander in and jump in the tub and wander around and jump up on the ledge of the tub and talk to me and such all while I'm "using my litter box." I've tried to remind her that I don't do this to her when she's using her litter box, but she doesn't seem to care.
Like a lot people, I have a plethora of reading material on the back of the toilet. Occasionally Shelby likes to jump up there. Well, last night she did that, and apparently the force of her jump slid all of the reading material, as well as her little furry butt off the other side of the toilet. Because it's such a LONG trip to the floor from the back of the toilet, she immediately sinks all 20 of her claws into my flesh to catch herself. However she felt herself slipping, and she grabs into my flesh even more. Finally she drops the "dizzying" 6 inches to the floor and walks off like nothing just happened. Needless to say, after I finished my litter box business, I was nursing wounds from my shoulder to my thigh.
This morning, I woke up and I had kicked the covers off my feet. I was turning over and by doing so, startled Shelby, and I have claw marks in the top of one foot and the side of another.
I hope I don't get "Cat Scratch Fever!" That would not be pretty if I grew a beard and wore only a loin cloth and played electric guitar. If that should happen, please avert your eyes and call for medical attention.
Maybe Shelby is trying to kill me? It would really suck if I bled to death at the paws of Shelby Davis.
Until next time....
Au Revoir, Pee Wee! Au Revoir!