Huzzah for Indie films! Holy Shit Awesomeness, that's what this was. Yet again my uncanny Netflix luck directed me to something I needed to see.
Forgive the first 15" --I almost didn't make it, myself. However, I simply told myself that the opening lines of any film being "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" had to be worth a few more minutes of my time. And it was.
I loved the soundtrack (I bought it via Amazon.com) & the lighting.

I think I might need this film in my collection!
Watch the trailer:







Still don't have my home anywhere near "Mom Ready," but I'm declaring a Raineth Emergency of "Fuck It."

Cheers & All

Had profound dreams about my brother, last night.

I woke up and was mostly functional (surprising), but was obsessed with finding my St. Nicholas necklace; it was not in the last place I put it. Found the necklace, went to go to work-- and a big-assed raptor was sitting on a branch of my olive tree:




So I cried & my mascara ran. When I regained a portion of my functioning brain, I ran back inside to get my camera, took a picture, gave thanks to my brother for being here when I needed him most-- and the hawk flew away.

I miss him, and I hate this time of the year without him.

but at the moment, I am blitzed on vodka/gin/cranberry ginger ale, and the thoughts in my head might even make their way out. Dammit, I just caught myself misspelling :their." Shit, I really must be drunk...

I'm going to go rejoice in the fact that I bought three new pairs of shoes today (not fancy ones, practical ones for work), and I have a fucking day OFF tomorrow! YES!!!!

Cheers & All


Pee Ess Errm, does anyone know what species of raptor this is? Red hawk?

I roasted another turkey. I reign triumphant. Well, as long as no critters have jumped it, whilst it has been cooling outside!

I have been hella crabby, the past week. No, it's not anywhere near that particular time of the month... it's all just bass ackwards, and I am exhausted. Stupid life, figure yourself out!

Saw "New Moon" and liked it, despite the Limburger Factor.

Dreams with my brother, so often. He never says anything, and it upsets me.

Going to rescue the turkey & go to bed.

You were older then
Older than what my eyes could ever see
I only knew to embrace
Cannot hold you any more

Ugh, not at my best. Had some sort of reaction from food or environment yesterday, and theeffects have lasted through this morning. This is becoming a chore.

I am running out of steam! So tired all day, every day. No end to pain all day, every day. I think my body is beginning to do the equivalent of sagging desperately; I suppose if it thinks it can not work, I'll have no choice but to take a break & take care of it.

Alas, I will simply push until there is no more to push.

I have been having strong thoughts about my brother, the past few days. I imagine I should take a clue and sit down to talk with him... crazy nuts or not. It is terrible to still feel the empty space, so long after he's been gone.

I'm going to eat pizza, listen to the blues, maybe watch a movie and pretend that nothing else matters.

Not a good day today, and that's not just me bellyaching. Hellfire & Damnation, Friday the 13th has caught up to me fully, at last. *le sigh*

Pffft.

Hmmm, meh, bleah, yargh, blargh.

I think I am whatever the German phrase is for " feeling sad & mostly like shit."

Because the German version is bound to be much more entertaining.

Work is soon... and I would much rather be sleeping.

As an afterthought that's not entirely as grim as my dreams:

Southern Brit is going back to England today. *sad sniff*

Modern technology helps to ease the discomfort a bit.... but it doesn't really smart any less. I'm going to miss the fact that he was slightly closer while living in the States. *rubs ears thoughtfully* I knew he was going back home when he first mentioned taking his long-arsed trip of the States, but... Well. There it is.

I am such a whiny-assed wiener! He will be much more at ease when he goes back home... and he has so many tales to tell... His mates are most likely ecstatic to be "getting" him back. Hell's Bells, I would be!
What a charming, ridiculous, genuinely likeable man to have met! Perhaps in another lifetime or so he'll be my brother or a best friend.

Blah, blah, blah.

The Only Living Boy in New York....

 ... And because food is my undeniable crutch, I went to Penzey's to buy Epazote (where you buy 4 one-ounce bags for the price of a four-ounc, and it's actually quite nice that way!), some whole chipotle chiles, and some ground chipotle chili powder, as well as some more Chile 3000 seasoning. I also scored my free wee container of poultry seasoning (which I actually haven't tried-- I've used McCormick's for years), and felt rather triumphant. Then I realized I was missing something... CAKE.

 Yes, I've been hankering for cake. And I'm evil, awful, weird. I am very picky about my cake. I don't mean to be, but each time I spend good money eating crappy, nasty, no-good food, the less time & money I want to spend, period.
 So I am happy to report that when I screeched to a stop 500 yards away from Cafe Latte (my apologies once again to the handsome brunette who gave me his fist-- I guess your manners are about as good as my driving, today) to buy a bowl of delicious Swedish sausage-potato soup ( a little salty, but that will be OK for most folks other than me) and a slice of lovely carrot cake. Once more, my faith in Cafe Latte is restored. I have had good food! I guess it's a hit & miss, rather like the Birchwood Cafe (my other favorite place to go). 


 And the bonus to all of this-- it is fricking unbelievably BEAUTIFUL outside. If you live in central MinneSnota, for Hannah's sake, get OUTSIDE today! You won't regret it.

 Crap, and later remind me to tell you about Victor's on Grand-- I totally forgot to post about it.

 OK- time for work. Cheers!

 Oh crap, Jennifgrr-- your birthday is on Friday! I just remembered. Ooof. Short-term memory span. I will send you something. I hope!

 However, I am glad to remember much of anything, some days. Stress has eaten my braaaiiin. Except for today; today was the last day of my lovely vacation (I was forced to go home on Wednesday, had a fabulous time with Superior Ronda on Thursday, yesterday mum came down to visit (we watched a ton of movies, including the long-drawn but well-done "Australia," with Hugh Jackman) and today I cooked. I cooked allllll day, and it was bloody magnificent! Chili, bread, squash, delidious pulled pork...

 I also shoved my face into an Epic Fail cake. Mum and I were both envisioning something else & it didn't quite make the mark. I simply had no choice. It was my punishment for making such heinoustrocity! OK, not really I was laughing so hard before & aft that I nearly inhaled some through my nose!
  Argh. I mean, I followed the recipe & everything, but it just wasn't... it wasn't chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting, nor was it peanut butter fudge. Which was what both of us were actually hungry for. Go figure.

 And now...
 I shall wish you a happy NoRemember, Folks.

 My work day returneth. And don't forget to set your stupid clocks back.

 I have a cold, and it's headed toward my chest. Great.

 So it has already cost me $225 to get my car towed ($50),  to fix just the battery/labor portion of my vehicular woes. The litany continues:
 1. Struts need to be replaced= $875 worth of parts & labor (aka "p/l"), people!! Bastards. 2. Brake rotars are severely warped, and need to be replaced, along with the pads =$247 p/l 3. Exhaust has a hole by the converter, and should be fixed at some point, as this could potentially kill me via bad gas= $308 p/l. Oh wait, that's Weasel= free. 4. Blower motor resistor is shot= $100 p/l. (I need this to keep my car warm in winter). 5. Window regulators for both front windows= $273 p/l (so I can open & then shut my powers windows, without having to get out to put it back in it's track). 6. Door lock solenoid & latch are shot (and have been for a long time- it's what should click softly instead of go BLEEEAHHP! when my power locks kick in over 15mph)= $234.  7. New tires, as the warrant has expired on mine, and the right tire has had issues since I drove my car into a pothole the size of Texas. Thanks MNDoT, for once again not using my taxes wisely. New two tires (well, not even new--they'll be 55k tires... and my rear tires have less than 3 years on them, BRAND NEW. As in, I was the first person to drive on them. Where the fuck do they get these used "55k" tires, anyway? From MY car, that I'm paying $228 to replace & have aligned? Fabulous, kiss my ass. And why is it OK to have different mileage on front & back tires? Wear & tear is wear & tear. Isn't my car going to run funny??

 Where the hell is an honest mechanic when I need them? Is $95/hour a bit exhorbitant? Fawk. I didn't ask you to be cheap-- you have to pay your bills, too... but don't dawdle, either. If the job only takes 1/2 hour & you stood there itching your nuts for 1/2 hour & then call it an hour, I don't want you to put your scuzzy mits anywhere near the rest of my car, thanks.

 Grrrr, RAWR!!!!!

Piece of shit.

 Post Script two hours later: On the upside, at least I have the means to attempt to pay for my car fix-its. I am also able to rent the cute little Hyundai Accent I've had for 2 days, whilst my car is at the mechanic. Always watch for "leadfoot-itis when going from a big beast to a wee thing-- 75 arrives MUCH faster!).
 More good news: I was able to return the item I'd lost my receipt for, with no hassles. Yeah! Three hot toddies later= feeling a little better. Going to listen to Bach & go to bed.

 Gawd, this is good! 
 
 I'm savoring a luscious Austrian white-- Höpler's Grüner Veltliner Guttenberg, 2006. I have a totally useless palette, but what I managed to say in between smiles was "this is a mouthful of joy!" It's a sweet white, with a clean finish.  

 And that's all I have to say, for the moment.

 Cheers!

 I'm irritated and I don't have PMS.

 The exhibit of the Louvre pieces was wonderful, and I look forwrd to returning.

 I hope today goes fast... I am nowhere near awake. Curse this evil shift!

Cheers

Holy crap, I would really like to see this painting. You have no idea how much I love Caravaggio. I don't understand the icons & meanings for shit, but I love the contrasts of light & darkness.

Anyone want to go to Chicago for my birthday, and attend one of the last few days of the exhibit??


It's fricking cold in here, I have to go to bed.

Cheers & All

 I am going to just go ahead & take a running leap into the nearest fire pit.

 At least for a brief moment, I would be warm.