shag, baby yeah....

I don't know what possessed me last week.

I was at tar-jhay last week doing some pokey shopping. not really looking for anything in particular. Thought I'd pick me up some armor all or suitable equivilent. then I saw....

Hello Kitty seat covers! wowee. now, I'm not much into iconography. I'm not a freakish collector of any copyrighted ink and paint idols, nor do I enjoy being a walking billboard for any over priced mass produced sweatshop paraphanlia. But, admit it. Hello Kitty is cute. Gosh darn cute. And she's re-spawned along w/ her fellow Sanrio characters. Champions for a new generation of tortured children - shelved alongside spike collars and psuedo "goth" regalia at Hot Topic. I remember the Kitty's first incarnation circa 1983: The era of fruit scented plastic ponies, before the Care Bears morphed into candy ravers. Now Strawberry Shortcake is a has-been crackwhore milf desperate to get into Spongebob's square pants.

but anyways, Hello Kitty is still cute. and underneath my icy cloak of indifference I'm still a girly girl. And the PT Cruiser is a girly car, so.....

I couldn't resist.

Royal blue velour driver and passenger seat covers w/ subtle hot pink, lilac and silver accents, and the unmistakable winking kitty head. They serve a purpose. The eco-centric politically correct designers of the PT Cruiser built the dang thing w/out an ash tray. Or a ciggy lighter for that matter. So the front seats are populated w/ several hardly noticible yet unsightly ciggarrette burns. The unfortunate smoker has no choice but to ash out the window. And the 75 mph airflow delights in slapping the cinders right back at ya.

After the seat covers jumped into my trolley, I had to pick up some coordinating items. I spend lots of time sleeping in my car or other random places. So I need to tote around a pillow and blanket. Although my red plaid blanky is soft and comfy, it would clash w/ the kitty seats like 2 marching band cymbals. A few aisles down I found a perfectly yummy reversible pink and lilac fleece blanket, and a pair of purple chenille throw pillows. Then I passed the bath aisle and I saw:

Hot pink shag bath mats!! Holy crap. I need to effin cover my cruiser in hot pink shag. How disgusting would that be?! It took a bit of planning to figure out what would be the easiest and most effective way to re-upholster my car in bath mats. I'll spare you the gorey details. Basically, I measured them out, cut them up and sewed in elastic so they slip over my existing car mats.

The end result is a car that Barbie would be damn jealous of. And I topped it off by dangling from the rear view mirror an air freshner in the shape of a small blue hummingbird. (as if there weren't enough sexual over/undertones in my car already)

I love it! warm and comfy. a shocking jolt of colour to wake me up every morning. and my new bath/car mats are machine washable! the only down side - - - - - they're not flame resistant. As in - they're flammable. So, no smoking in my car while lying on the floor. And hopefully no accidents will produce a spark strong enough to ignite the rubber backing. Sound like too big of a risk? well shit, people entertained for decades in their parlours, smoking like chimneys around fiberglass curtains, w/ beehives lacquered in Aquanet and 20 electrical cords mercilessly plugged into one wall outlet.

the call of the shag is too great.

I'll try to post some pics soon.

"every actor has been on Law and Order but me"

anyone remember who said that? it's funny.

And now it's time for:

POINTLESS REVIEWS OF MOVIES THE REST OF THE WORLD SAW 2 YEARS AGO.

2 months have passed since I watched a movie. (it's true, I hate movies. attention span = this big) Scaned through the On Demand selections and decided that sufficient time has passed since Mystic River was released. I was still working for the union when the film was in post. So, I guess I had this bad taste in my mouth and didn't really want to see it. But what the hell. It was a dark an rainy day. Good time for a whodunit.

Mystic River. kind of left me w/ a 'humph' feeling. it was mildly exciting seeing local talent and points of interest. But most of the accents were completely wrong, and whats worse - the lexicon was way off. Not once did you hear "bang a left at Kelly's" or, "hey go use yer Viser cahd to get me and Brender a keggah. That'll be pissah." And the real reason that did not make the Boston setting believable - not once, not ever was the word "wicked" used.

Anyways. Sean Penn. phew. incredible. Clint, buddy, good job. and you wrote the music too. impressive. all aspects of the film are very well done. As soon as they got a hit on the gun, I had figured out who did it and why (and subsequently who else was going to get whacked) but they played it out well and I'm still shaking. The lengthy running time wasn't too hard to manage b/c even though the action was slow, there were enough choppy scene changes to hold my interest.

didn't like the ending though. It made me so depressed. Basically, from what I gathered, the point of the movie is thus: "Life sucks. For some people, life really really sucks. And then you die."

anyone read the book?

Too much morbidity today. I need something lite and fluffy. Enter "The Muppets Take Manhattan." aaaaaaah.

ON EDGE!

I'm about to give my cat a hysterectomy w/ a spoon.

I'm a bad cat parent - I admit it. Poor Scuba Steve. She's "my" first cat, and I haven't been able to gather my courage together to bring her to the vet to be spayed. Yes, yes, I know that supposedly it's healthier for her to be spayed. But, I couldn't bear the thought of my kitty being cut up and cut out and sewed up. So barbaric!! or so I thought. until now.

So, she's been going into heat for awhile now and we've dealt w/ it by locking her in the studio, praying to all things holy that the Aurelex will dampen the ceaseless crying. This week - I just can't handle it. It's driving me up a fricken wall.

And the downstairs neighbours are moving out. Hmmmmm, wonder why.

Let's also talk about how much I HATE CLEANING. That's right. We're STILL cleaning the kitchen. yeah, since June.

and I'm all of out of ciggys.

Not sure why I'm so tense. I've had wicked insomnia. The cat is irritating me. And I'm a wee bit stressed about this weekend. But other than THAT, life is good. job is fine. I'm not in collections w/ anybody. Got me a car that goes vroom vroom. So why am I so spikey?!

POLL: What should I do to de-stress?!?