Twisted Spinster

Thanks, Kathy! One day I’ll get up to Toronto, I promise.

Think that might start the Big One? Sorry, all you normal people who live in the San Francisco area, but I think of things like this whenever I see one of these spectacles.

(Via Tim Blair.)

In addition: apropos, I do think. As I said on Tim’s post — remember when even Sixties protest music had standards? And how many of those protesters featured on Zombietime.com looked like dried up old hobos? Here in my nabe there’s a woman who occasionally appears at bus stops — she never gets on the bus, she just hangs out at them. Anyway, her hair is a matted lump of crust that has not been any where near a comb — or shampoo, or de-lousing ointment — in what must be at least ten years. I’ll bet you she blames Bush, Cheney, and Halliburton for whatever her problem is.

Well, still no word about that job. I went ahead and applied online at Walmart. I’ll settle for a stupid cashier job or even a dumb greeter job — I’m that sick of being jobless. You would think online application would be easier but if you ask me it’s useless, half the job postings on Careerbuilder are scams for fake “colleges” and such, and the staffing agencies and temp agencies are useless as well. I’m going nuts.

I also got a notice from my apartment complex that I owe the remainder of my lease, some fifteen-hundred bucks. So that’s nice, I also have that to worry about. I don’t care so much about me, it’s the cats. I’m not giving them up; they need a home. But I can’t very well move anywhere without a job. This whole situation is really getting to me.

I went ahead and rented out a storage unit at one of those personal storage places. I just want someplace to stash my crap (mostly books). I’m going to try to sell as much as possible of my furniture and the other things I’ve been lugging around and no longer enjoy, such as my record albums (haven’t touched them in years) and so on. When I do have to move I want to have as little as possible to have to shift. The thing is, I took one lousy box of books to the unit and then my whole body just seemed to collapse. I came home and took some ibuprofen and decided to call it quits. Tomorrow I’m going to try to move as many things as possible — these are things I’m going to keep, mostly. What I can’t sell will go to Goodwill. I’m sick of looking at so many of my things….

Thanks to everyone who has donated so far. The links to donate are to the right… if you don’t like sending money online but still want to donate, feel free to contact me at twistedspinster-at-gmail.com. (Change -at- to @.)

Dancing white people.
(Brought to you via Ghost of a Flea. Don’t forget the fundraiser! Because you want me to be able to bring you more of these tidbits, yes you do!)

Owen Wilson does kind of look like a llama.

(Via.)

Also: I’m having another fundraiser! I know you’re into it.

Hi folks. Sorry about the slim pickings lately — I’ve been diverted by my interesting life situation (no job — the temp assignment ended and there aren’t any coming up except one part time position that I haven’t heard about yet — and I’ll probably be evicted before my lease ends on May 3rd, so good-bye deposit), so I haven’t been able to concentrate on anything else. I’m at my wits end.

Needless to say I am having another fundraiser. If everyone who read my site (and the other sites I keep up) contributed just a few bucks I might be able to at least stave off the eviction notice.

Added: my goal is $1500.00. That should pay my rent through the next month and also let me pay my utilities. In the meantime, I’ll try to actually post something more interesting than me whining about my problems.

Update: just to be on the safe side I arranged for the rental company to pick up the washer and dryer. If I get kicked out of here and the manager has to have the machine picked up I know I’ll get charged up the yin-yang.

Charles is writing lots again. I hope you are all reading him. (Stern glare.)   Yeah, dang it, I missed him, but health is more important. And he’ll be back again! No one can stay away from the Disney sphere. It’s in the constitution.

Crazy Finnish goth stuff from Two Witches. Boo! (Note: many probably NSFW images.)

And… here’s a crazy goth artist I found searching through Youtube. Neat stuff.

That scene in 2001: Space Odyssey as if it had been written by David Mamet. No, really. So wrong, and yet… so right.

Via Ace of Spades, of course. Oh yeah — because Arthur C. Clark is dead. I never read any of his stuff (too sciencey) but I did see 2001 finally a while back. Okay. Still, it was better than that freaking sequel, 2010: Space Criminey, or whatever the hell that was. You know how annoying and pretentious it is when a movie shows a scene of people shouting dialogue at each other that would normally (you know, in the real world, which science fiction and every other genre must reference for the rest of the nonsense to be believable) be simply stated in a regular tone of voice? Well, 2010 had several scenes like that. They were the high points of the movie, which also had that late-80s/early-90s cliché of the Cute Russian Character getting killed. Imagine if Star Trek had done that with Chekhov (for real, not for fake as in that one episode where aliens made the away team think they were fighting in the OK Corral), how that would have sucked. You know, because it was so hackneyed — “Aw, good-bye, cute Russian, we don’t really hate you, just your evil Commie government!” Anyway, 2001 was weird but at least made sense within its own goofy framework, whereas 2010 just sucked. Also it established — I’m sorry — that the late, great Roy Scheider’s main acting talent was a sort of prairie dog-like upright staring look, at least in movies where he didn’t have to keep up with gay jazz dancers.

From me to you! Here’s some reasons why the Irish aren’t so lucky.

I hate green beer.

Update: oh, okay — since Saint Patrick was really British anyway, here’s some mockery of the British for you. Though it’s scarily plausible… (Via Tim.)