I’ve no proof that the past weekend actually happened, in fact, due to realizing I had missed viewing Dollhouse on Friday night- it further proves that we were all victims of a horrible practical joke where all the computer dates went from Friday immediately after work to Monday making us *think* we had a weekend that was a mere blur. Oooh but I am not fooled. I know I was jipped of two work free days. I want them back damn it and I want them NOW.

Here’s the episode of Dollhouse that I know everyone missed.

Current Mood: Angelic

You are missed.

Actor Andy Hallett, who starred on popular TV series Angel, has died of heart failure at age 33, it has been reported.

Hallett’s agent Pat Brady confirmed the actor passed away at Cedars-Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles after a five-year battle with the disease, E! Online reported.

Hallett appeared in more than 70 episodes of Angel between 2000 and 2004 as the charactor Lorne, a friendly demon who worked at a demon bar.

In recent years, Hallett had been working on his music career.

Brady said Hallett had been admitted to hospital several times over the past few years for his condition.

A private funeral service is scheduled for this weekend.

Current Mood: Sad

Broadcasting Live with Ustream.TV

Damn again these human ranges of emotions. I was reminded of the DLM movie that was released not too long ago (thanks Ron) and “Oh snap!” I noticed Netflix had it on Watch Now… that I fully took advantage of. 

The cast is back (with a replacement and one missing… dare I give anything away?) I hate that in reviews. Reggie is almost all grown up, the mother has been dealing in a very healthy manner and reaping has reached a new age.

The movie, which was basically a super sized episode was perfection and although I was doing the laugh/cry at the end because I’m a stupid female who has that pesky range of emotion I mentioned earlier… Georgie has now given me the perfect line that ends a film. 

Five thumbs up! Yes… I borrowed the thumbs of my cat and Jonathon’s blue bunny who is missing an arm.

And possibly look like…

I feel like Violet... not the Oompa's

Today was the department potluck and although I haven’t been FULLY on my salad diet, I have been having faux meats, and faux cheese (soy), Slimfast drinks for breakfast and Slimfast bars for lunch. My eyes and mind were not allowed opinion during today’s grazing of the food. Every texture, every taste- EVERYTHING was devoured, followed by half a bottle of Pepto. I can’t move. I can barely breathe. My stomach and mind are groaning but my tongue is “Yee that was fun!”-ing.

Current Mood: Stuffed

A reader helped remind me of the great Flying Spaghetti Monster, a master-piece written recently about religion/science. Since I can’t find my articles written years prior to the following,  about Dawnism- I bring you the next best thing to go hand in hand with my article from yesterday: 

Captain Mosey and the Eight “I’d Really Rather You Didn’ts”

While brooding atop Mount Salsa because he couldn’t find a pirate ship, Mosey the Pirate captain (a parody of Moses) received some advice from the Flying Spaghetti Monster in the form of ten stone tablets. These were called the “I’d Really Rather You Didn’ts” by the FSM, the “Commandments” by Mosey, and the “Condiments” by his Pirate gang. While there were originally ten “I’d Really Rather You Didn’ts”, two were dropped on the way back down the mountain, with eight remaining. This event “partly accounts for Pastafarians’ flimsy moral standards.” The FSM’s commandments address the treatment of people of other faiths, worship of the FSM, sexual conduct, and nutrition.

The Eight “I’d Really Rather You Didn’ts”

I’d really rather you didn’t act like a sanctimonious holier-than-thou ass when describing my noodly goodness. If some people don’t believe in me, that’s okay. Really, I’m not that vain. Besides, this isn’t about them so don’t change the subject.

I’d really rather you didn’t use my existence as a means to oppress, subjugate, punish, eviscerate, and/or, you know, be mean to others. I don’t require sacrifices, and purity is for drinking water, not people.

I’d really rather you didn’t judge people for the way they look, or how they dress, or the way they talk, or, well, just play nice, okay? Oh, and get this into your thick heads: woman = person. man = person. Samey = Samey. One is not better than the other, unless we’re talking about fashion and I’m sorry, but I gave that to women and some guys who know the difference between teal and fuchsia.

I’d really rather you didn’t indulge in conduct that offends yourself, or your willing, consenting partner of legal age AND mental maturity. As for anyone who might object, I think the expression is “go fuck yourself,” unless they find that offensive in which case they can turn off the TV for once and go for a walk for a change.

I’d really rather you didn’t challenge the bigoted, misogynistic, hateful ideas of others on an empty stomach. Eat, then go after the bitches.

I’d really rather you didn’t build multi million-dollar synagogues / churches / temples / mosques / shrines to my noodly goodness when the money could be better spent (take your pick):

Ending poverty

Curing diseases

Living in peace, loving with passion, and lowering the cost of cable

I might be a complex-carbohydrate omniscient being, but I enjoy the simple things in life. I ought to know. I AM the creator.

I’d really rather you didn’t go around telling people I talk to you. You’re not that interesting. Get over yourself. And I told you to love your fellow man, can’t you take a hint?

I’d really rather you didn’t do unto others as you would have them do unto you if you are into, um, stuff that uses a lot of leather/lubricant/vaseline. If the other person is into it, however (pursuant to #4), then have at it, take pictures, and for the love of Mike, wear a CONDOM! Honestly, it’s a piece of rubber. If I didn’t want it to feel good when you did it I would have added spikes, or something.

Current Mood: Buddha

Well, movies at least. Last night was another mental zone night. While surrounded by drying clothing, feeling mentally and physically exhausted from a long day and stacks of blank pads of paper surrounding me… I felt my only option was to pop in a movie and click refresh on the increasingly sucking FB (ALL information just pours through instead of previously where the information from others was separated and much more gentle instead of the daily enema of every little thing your friends are doing.)

Joseph just flushed the toilet
Joseph just wiped
Joseph just went into the bathroom

Anyway, I began the movie rather late (for me on a week-night). I had attempted to watch W., but it hit me “I couldn’t stand the idiot during his presidency and didn’t care to watch him then. Why the hell am I viewing a movie about him NOW?” I got up and changed it out for Changeling.

I wasn’t sure what to expect from the movie except Angelina, in the previews, looked very stiff- yeah, not much to go by because she always looks like she’s trying to avoid showing emotion or smudging her make up or *something* no clue. She always comes across as a total bitch who’s trying to be humane, or just a cold bitch- in every freaking film. The story sounded interesting so I rented and decided to give a chance if I had nothing better going on. Well I had nothing better going on.

Premise- A boy is kidnapped and the LA police department return the child to the mother after several months… but they return the wrong boy and when she fights to get them to still search for her son… they accuse her of trying to avoid her parental responsibility because she obviously enjoyed time without him, and then lock her up in an insane asylum where you find more women that the LA police ushered in there in order to keep them from exposing the departments mistakes.

Someone else should have played the role of Christine Collins than Angelina. She didn’t do a horrible job, but she was stiff. I see her totally turning into a female Nicholas Cage. The supporting actors/actresses helped get you through the movie and pulled the emotions out of you. I cried, I felt enraged, I cried some more.

Monsters: None, I just thought it sounded good with Movies and Mayhem.

Mayhem: None, I just thought it sounded good with Movies and Monsters.

Aren’t I misleading?

I am currently at work on my break which ends by the time I get this posted…

Current Mood: mischievous

Religion is one of those things that I like to keep in the same category as a preferred sexual position or what kind of toilet paper you use. It’s none of my business and unless I’m dating you I don’t want to know. Sadly this is not a realistic request. Ever have a conversation with someone who seems to be rational and sane then out of the blue they mention “I love Jesus!” “Praise God!” “Thanks to my Lord and Savior!” you have to arch a brow and back up slowly. They have just informed you that they believe in imaginary beings… but it’s okay because it comes with a book! Then they mention it’s fine because ‘God’/'Jesus’/'Mary’/'Angels’ talk to them. “Well then that makes it alright, as long as the voices tell you it is.”

I am no stranger to biblical study or the infrastructure of Christian belief system… but just like with fairies, Santa, Easter Bunnies, devils trying to steal your soul and hopes of Superman diving from the sky to sweep you up to safety, you realize it’s all make believe- so you grow up, take responsibility for your life, enjoy everything fully because you own it, work it, and you recognize the give/take impacts of life and fulfillment. Odd how you can feel loved and moral and decent without pretending an invisible parental figure is lording over you at all times in hopes of getting to go to the party if you’re good enough (who the hell would want that?). Fiction… Non-Fiction.

Maybe some people are so screwed up when left to rely on themselves that they *need* to believe a pretend being and since some deities are the more accepted choices amongst the general public, they nab them and not be locked up in an insane asylum. “No… it’s okay, I’m not talking to Big Bunny Bear Face… I’m talking to Jesus.”

I feel a slight tinge of disappointment when I find someone who could be interesting bring religion into the mix. You’re discussing the workings of the world, they’re scoffing at people who are quite possibly mentally ill- and then they might as well say casually “So then when I die I plan on going to this alternative Universe with gold and a bunch of dead people where we won’t be hungry, show any emotion other than happy, and we’ll be like that forever and ever and ever and ever and it’ll be awesome because a guy who died a couple thousand years ago will be there too and he talks to me in my heart!”

You mentally put them in that circle of people you can’t get too close to.

Why am I bringing this up now? Because I’m expanding and getting to know larger groups of people and you try to get in their minds to figure out “How can a sane, rational person believe in that??” The answer is simple, “They don’t.” So society is filled with high functioning (for the most part) nut jobs. Yay? Am I worried about offending people? No… it’s not up to them to judge. Their being will be the one who does that… but they can throw their cute little verses at me like it’s supposed to mean something to a ‘non-believer’.

But then again there are the ones who claim to be Christian, but they don’t go to church or anything, and they don’t really do anything out of the norm of a sane human being other than wear the label ‘Christian’. These people I think of as the ones who merely say they are to avoid waves. They’re like the people who watch The Office and tell Office fans that they’re fans too… but they really don’t see anything great about it- they just watch it to be a part of the water cooler crowd.

You can do good things without religious backing. You can be a decent human being without falling into a belief system. People without religion do have morals and shockingly do know wrong from right- and may practice it more often than those who believe in something other than themselves.

Current Mood: Disappointed

30 Seconds to Mars

A lippy picture inspired my latest creations… my apologizies for being slightly away, I’ve been busy obsessing over 30 Seconds from Mars.  Can’t help it. More to follow. Okay, not really more to follow, just forcing songs and or video on my site so others can see what I see.

And I *finally* got to Pearls before Swine- liked some, some were okay and some were meh… much like my own.  I’ve definitely added it to my bookmarks. More to follow- currently I’ve taken allergy pills and it’s almost 11 at night so I’m shocked I am still alert.