Mind Vomit by the ikss

l is for liza

OK...in last night's crazy-ikss dream, I was driving around in my Jetta with - wait for it...

With Liza Minelli as my passenger.

I was telling her how funny and cool she had been on the phone with Kathy Griffin a couple of weeks ago on My Life on the D List. Then it turned out I was driving her to appear on a variey show hosted by Mary Tyler Moore. Another guest that evening? Mitzi Gaynor.

The hell?

je ne regrette rien

Well hello there my peeps.

As you can see, the ol’ ikss is not dead, nor has she decided to forgo all things internetty and abandon her blog - at least not today. No, I have just been rather busy of late. Also, frankly, I really have nothing entertaining, amusing or bitch-worthy to write about. Or if I do, it’s not the sort of thing I really want to write about on a public blog.

I know, right? Who knew I had a filter?

Last weekend, I went to see my bro-in-law’s band play in Tustin. This was my first time going to see that band since The Halloween Incident, 2008. I actually had a great time. I danced so much my thighs were sore for the next two days. Two sisters, Dr. Niece and several of redheaded sister’s friends showed up, which was ample enough buffer between me and any ne’er do well types who may have been in attendance and eager to run me over with their pick-up trucks. I felt sufficiently safe, is my point. That’s always a good thing.

The band still sucks, but one can’t expect miracles, now can one?

On Saturday, my brunette sister hosted June’s Movie Club night. It was Dustin Hoffman night and we watched The Graduate and Little Big Man. I slept through half of LBM so I can’t really give it a fair review; but I don’t think it was the movie which put me to sleep. It was more likely the mere three hours of sleep I had the night before which was the cause. The Graduate was every bit as funny and great as I remembered it to be. I hadn’t seen it in some years, so I was happy to view it again. Oh and we had paninis. Love!

One last thing which happened this weekend? I dyed my hair. I am no longer a redhead, although some of the red remains (for now). I am now a brunette. It did not come out as dark as I wanted it and that shall be rectified the next time I have it dyed. I want my hair to be pert-near black.

I know – just in time for Summer!

Ah, me…I’ve always been a rebel.

I have also decided, after 40-plus years of living tattoo-free, that I am getting a tattoo in July. I almost hate to say it, let alone do it, because everybody and his brother has a tattoo nowadays. But here’s the thing – one of the many drawbacks to having somebody try to kill me last year is that I have been left with many scars on my body. I decided to turn one of those scars, which is on my right shoulder, into a tattoo. It is going to be a dreamcatcher, which has significance for me not just because I am obsessed with all things Native American but because I am also plagued with nightmares and night terrors (I know – I am seriously fucked up and a whole lotta fun to sleep with). Maybe having my own private dreamcatcher on my shoulder will take those things away and pass them on through to the other side.

I know, but it’s worth a shot, right?

The dreamcatcher is going to be surrounded by the words: Je Ne Regrette Rien. Yes, it’s a song, in French, made famous by Edith Piaf. More importantly, it means “I Regret Nothing”.

‘Nuff said.

perky todd

OK, I know we all hate those blog entries which begin with the words “I have to tell you about the dream I had last night.”

But seriously – I have to tell you about the dream I had last night.

In my dream, I was starring in a stage production of Sweeney Todd. Which was being performed…in the nude. So there I was, prancing all over the stage singing songs about baking meat pies – completely sans clothing.

And the topper? Robert Pattinson and Jackson Rathbone were in the audience.

Of course, you could tell it was a dream and not reality because my breasts were about half their normal size and extremely perky.

now and then

Now and Then

Lyrics by Gordon Lightfoot

I think this time you've said enough to make me want to leave this place
Still I keep coming back for more of the same to fan the dying flame
Here inside these walls that seem to move a little closer every day
There must be a way out of this crazy game we play out to the end
Let us just pretend a while
Think about the good things now and then

I think this time that was the best time that we two had ever known
We tried the handle of the house upon the shore and found the open door
Once inside we found a curious moonbeam doing dances on the floor
We were only playing like two children who had stayed away from school
Two of us could not be wrong
Heaven knows who keeps the golden rule

I think this time we've learned enough to know that nothing is the same
But still the pounding of my heart hasn't changed and leavin's so
strange
Here among my thoughts of you I find a gentle longing to be free
There must be a way out of this crazy game we play out to the end
Take away the in-between
Think about the good things now and then
We will see the day when you or I will stay or face up to the end
Let us just pretend a while
And think about the good things now and then

my life in movies...well, kinda...actually, not really...at all...

Last night was awesome. It was Elia Kazan night on the Turner Classic Movie channel so I watched On the Waterfront, followed by East of Eden.

*sigh*

I thought life couldn’t get much better, until the sex happened, also.

Plus, I got a lot of writing done! Although the writing was actually interrupted by the sex, but not all things in life are perfect, now are they?

james joyce

Happy Bloomsday, all!

Of course, it may have nothing to do with Ulysses, but my favorite way of celebrating all things James Joyce is to fart in my boyfriend's face...and if you don't know why I say that, you don't know your James Joyce.

:)

*Peace, love and face farts, me peeps!*

Um...by the way...in case you were wondering...I am joking about farting in the old man's face. I wouldn't do that, at least not intentionally (although I may have a TMI Thursday entry along those lines). I may be a freak, but I am not a freak!