Wednesday, 8 January 2014
Travellin' Light
Today is my last day at what was once my home. I already moved one load of belongings on Monday. Much stays behind till I can find a place to put it or simply dispose of it.
Last necessities will go into my Lincoln and soon I will be off to my part-time job. I will be returning on a regular basis to watch children, which in some ways will be even more painful.
Timing couldn't be much worse with bitterly cold temperatures and some car repair issues (yes yes serves me right for driving thirty to forty year old cars).
It is a struggle to keep a positive outlook and I am afraid I will loose it. Nevertheless and inevitable step and will hopefully lead to bigger and better things.
Saturday, 4 January 2014
Fiddling While Rome Burns...Bangs Trimmed & Movie Review
Perhaps dear constant readers you may need an antidote to the recent forced jollity of Xmas and New Years
Then welcome, I have been in a gothic frame of mind the last few weeks, perhaps it was the bump on the head at work that ended with me in emergency. I seem to have avoided a concussion but had to spend the next day in bed and was told that texting, computers, TV or books were verboten. The headaches have abated now all that is left is the voices telling me….Redrum. Redrum. REDRUM!…never mind
Not wanting to spend the time in meditation or seeking inner peace I decided to download some old radio serials to my phone. After escaping to late forties noir LA with Philip Marlow I started an audio version of Stephen King’s latest Dr. Sleep, a sequel of sorts to his earlier work the Shinning. Not done yet as it is about thirteen hours long but highly recommended so far.
On Friday I had my bangs trimmed, stylist quickly curled my laser straight hair, a quick selfie in the Seville to capture for posterity. Seville has been acting up....strange noises and ISC (idle speed control motor) sticking due to age or Siberian like weather we are having.
I love horror movies but I am not a fan of the slasher kind, an exception is American Mary by the Soska sisters. The film avoids easy classification, it is more than typical slice and dice drive-in fare. Rape revenge fantasy, body modification primer? One of my favorite horror writers Kim Newman (Anno Dracula) agrees.
In a nutshell financially stressed medical student Mary finds her calling I the field of body modification surgery. Things don’t end well.
I will leave the film’s artistic merits up to you but I have to say her look and costume choices were to die for. Actress Katharine Isabelle wears a Bettie page fringe and is invariably in heels and some very racy outfits even when operating.
Hope you decide to check it out yourself, but maybe postpone until after SRS
sweet dreams....
Tuesday, 24 December 2013
Joyeux Noël from Johnny and Sylvie
Dear constant reader, even the coldest heart can thaw a little at Christmas time
It has been a frantic week in the retail sector with customers becoming ever more "grichier" as the last shopping days slowly evaporated in a blizzard of sales and two for one offers.
I had today off to catch up on my own Christmas shopping as I had been working some nights to eleven pm. But back on the front lines of consumerism on boxing day...yikes!
I may not be feeling an excess of jollity but I hope you all have a great Christmas and by next season you all have found (if not already) your own Johnny or Sylvie.
Of course that is Johnny Hallyday and Sylvie Vartan. From the swinging Christmas video I would say the year is 1964 as that was the year Johnny entered the national service, he and Sylvie were married on April 12th 1965.
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
Boiled with his own Pudding
For my sins I am temporally (I hope) in a work environment that features near continuous Christmas music of the saccharine kind.
For the most part I can block it out but it does tend to leave me with a rather bah humbug take on the holiday season. Scrooge's line jumps readily to mind:
"every idiot who goes about with 'Merry Christmas' on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart".
Occasionally a cool yule tune by the Beach Boys or Elvis slips past whatever guardian of mediocrity programs the muzak.
Now if this version of the King's Santa Claus Is Back In Town (dig the line about Santa arriving in a big black Cadillac) by The Creepshow ever gets played I will gladly get up on the counter and do the watusi.
go here: http://youtu.be/KvFVQT-8N6I
Santa if you are listening I would just love a 56 Continental Mark II, you don't even have to wrap it...what do mean of course I've been good...
For the most part I can block it out but it does tend to leave me with a rather bah humbug take on the holiday season. Scrooge's line jumps readily to mind:
"every idiot who goes about with 'Merry Christmas' on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart".
Occasionally a cool yule tune by the Beach Boys or Elvis slips past whatever guardian of mediocrity programs the muzak.
Now if this version of the King's Santa Claus Is Back In Town (dig the line about Santa arriving in a big black Cadillac) by The Creepshow ever gets played I will gladly get up on the counter and do the watusi.
go here: http://youtu.be/KvFVQT-8N6I
Santa if you are listening I would just love a 56 Continental Mark II, you don't even have to wrap it...what do mean of course I've been good...
Monday, 2 December 2013
Modelling the Fifties Delinquent Mugshot Look
A day or two of mild weather, so I reverted to my fifties bad girl JD look, fitted leather jacket, leopard print T and not quite visible Betsey Johnson skull earrings and necklace. I think I looked good swinging my high heeled black boots out of the lowered Lincoln Mark IV. http://www.betseyjohnson.com
Yes it has occurred to me that I sometimes cling to the rockabilly look as a crutch, leather armor that makes me feel like a tough girl when really I am feeling terribly vulnerable.
Les-Lee was a Canadian who performed at the Le Carrousel and a contemporary of the Coccinelle, April Ashley and Bambi. I believe Miss lee was also famous for this difficult to pull off open mouthed pose.
http://zagria.blogspot.ca/2013/04/les-lee-1929-2010-performer.html
some bad girl music for you:
Yes it has occurred to me that I sometimes cling to the rockabilly look as a crutch, leather armor that makes me feel like a tough girl when really I am feeling terribly vulnerable.
Trying my best Les-Lee impression |
Les-Lee was a Canadian who performed at the Le Carrousel and a contemporary of the Coccinelle, April Ashley and Bambi. I believe Miss lee was also famous for this difficult to pull off open mouthed pose.
http://zagria.blogspot.ca/2013/04/les-lee-1929-2010-performer.html
some bad girl music for you:
Thursday, 28 November 2013
Sad Ass Christmas
First an apology to my American cousins who have yet to get Thanksgiving and Black Friday out of the way. Above the 49th parallel we celebrate turkey day a little earlier so the stores can begin their Christmas sales that much earlier.
Secondly an apology for my lack of blogging, work, looking for a career position, family, car repairs etc have taken most of my time leaving little for writing or friends.
Jeez, I could do a whole post on installing a new distributor in my Lincoln Mark IV....took Napa three attempts to get me the right one. I will save the whole sordid story for another post, I know you can't wait.
I have attempted to write this post a few times but gave up. Again sorry but this will be somewhat stream of consciousness, if I don't write it now I never will. In a nut shell, in approximately one week I will leave my home (I guess it will no longer be my home), separation/divorce will be finalized. I will be moving about thirty to forty minutes drive away. I wish I could be closer but I cannot afford it.
Circumstances mean that I will not be seeing my children everyday like I have been used to, getting them up in the morning, making them lunch, walking them to school, picking them them up from school, making dinner, telling them bedtime stories.
The oldest understands the dynamics of the situation but younger two will be hurt and confused. I am worried about myself as well. I am not the most happy go lucky person and the new reality of being apart from my children for extended periods of time will be hard to bear. Not to mention being alone and in unfamiliar surroundings during Christmas, which I always found to be a bittersweet holiday.
I wish I could cry those tears now and get them out of the way. I have tried to prepare myself for the emotional impact but how?
Yesterday after a particularly exhausting day at my part time job I hit the grocery store to make sure I had something for dinner this evening and to get a few more school lunch supplies. Christmas music was already playing, cutting through the usual saccharine pap was Darlene Love singing her 1963 hit, Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home) I almost lost it and started to sob as I pushed my cart around the store.
OK here are a few more Xmas tear jerkers and wrist slitters to get out of the way and I promise I won't re-post them.
Ravonettes:
Judy Garland:
OK cats and kittens hope you all had a good cry and feel a little better now.
Love
April
PS. Yes that is the beautiful Jayne Mansfield trimming the tree.
Secondly an apology for my lack of blogging, work, looking for a career position, family, car repairs etc have taken most of my time leaving little for writing or friends.
Jeez, I could do a whole post on installing a new distributor in my Lincoln Mark IV....took Napa three attempts to get me the right one. I will save the whole sordid story for another post, I know you can't wait.
I have attempted to write this post a few times but gave up. Again sorry but this will be somewhat stream of consciousness, if I don't write it now I never will. In a nut shell, in approximately one week I will leave my home (I guess it will no longer be my home), separation/divorce will be finalized. I will be moving about thirty to forty minutes drive away. I wish I could be closer but I cannot afford it.
Circumstances mean that I will not be seeing my children everyday like I have been used to, getting them up in the morning, making them lunch, walking them to school, picking them them up from school, making dinner, telling them bedtime stories.
The oldest understands the dynamics of the situation but younger two will be hurt and confused. I am worried about myself as well. I am not the most happy go lucky person and the new reality of being apart from my children for extended periods of time will be hard to bear. Not to mention being alone and in unfamiliar surroundings during Christmas, which I always found to be a bittersweet holiday.
I wish I could cry those tears now and get them out of the way. I have tried to prepare myself for the emotional impact but how?
Yesterday after a particularly exhausting day at my part time job I hit the grocery store to make sure I had something for dinner this evening and to get a few more school lunch supplies. Christmas music was already playing, cutting through the usual saccharine pap was Darlene Love singing her 1963 hit, Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home) I almost lost it and started to sob as I pushed my cart around the store.
OK here are a few more Xmas tear jerkers and wrist slitters to get out of the way and I promise I won't re-post them.
Ravonettes:
Judy Garland:
Ravonettes again with Come On Santa, because these guys know black melancholy....enjoy
OK cats and kittens hope you all had a good cry and feel a little better now.
Love
April
PS. Yes that is the beautiful Jayne Mansfield trimming the tree.
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