Erin is having a Halloween Costume Party and she invited [name omitted] and me!!!!! I am really excited! Her last Halloween Party I went to was back in the late 90’s and I remember it was SO MUCH FUN! My favorite memory of that party (my last memory too since I think I shortly blacked out) was when Erin put some funky music on the stereo and we did the Soul Train Dance Line! It was great! In fact, Erin doesn’t know this but I actually secretly recorded it for posterity. Here it is:

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Yeah, I know. For a bunch of white people we sure had the groove. I attribute it to the vast amounts of Manhattans and Yuenglings we drank that night.

And here’s some actual photos of that night courtesy of Erin’s extremely old Geoshities page! I am the girl dressed in red. I was supposed to be a devil. Yes, there is a man holding up my leg in the one photo. It’s upsetting to me, it really is. I lost those great shoes! 🙂 Looking at these pictures I can’t help but reminisce. The girl in the very first photo was a stripper Erin befriended (No not the angel! That’s Lisa! The other girl is the one I am referring to). We met her at Carla’s Poetry Slam in New Hope. She had a slave. She kept him chained on a leash. The few times I tried to talk to her she kept changing the subject to Sheisse Films. I really think she was molested as a child. There is simply no other explanation for that woman’s extremely odd behavior. To this day I will always remember her walking into the Halloween party at Erin’s parents’ house and Cathy saying, “I love your Dominatrix costume!” and Mistress Mercy snapping back, “I AM NOT WEARING A COSTUME!”

Oh Erin! I do hope you invite some odd guests this time too! I simply can’t wait!

One more thing– anyone have any ideas for costumes? Leave it in the comments. I honestly have no clue. But here’s the thing, I don’t want to do any of those weird slutty/sexy lady’s costumes. Suggest away! (ex. Emma and Steed, Dog and Beth, “Rowdy” Roddy Piper and “Cowboy” Bob Orton, etc)

Today is a day off for me. No, I do not work for the government! For some weird reason my employer gives us federal holidays off. I love it. Except my customers can’t figure out why I am not available and they freak out a little bit. At any rate I spent the morning cleaning and re-arranging the donnavilla. It’s a remarkable improvement. The dust is gone. There’s still more to do but I can’t help but rest a little and look out at my furniture that no longer looks velvet and smile.

Last week I went to the Electric Factory and saw Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. I am happy to report I was not the oldest lady in the room. There was one chick older than me. Although I was the only person not high on marijuana. The opening band was Kid Congo and the Pink Monkey Birds. They were great. When Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds finally took to the stage I mistook the one drummer for Nick Cave. He was wearing a navy blazer and khaki trousers. I couldn’t help but feel almost disappointed. But then he went behind one of the drum sets and out came this skinny, old, porn star looking leprechaun and I breathed a sign of relief… now this is Nick Cave!

Here’s a clip from the concert I found on Youtube:

I was standing right next to the guy who was hooting so loudly. On my other side was a woman with blond hair who appeared to be giving a lap dance to an invisible man. It was odd. Heck, everyone there was odd. It was a lot of fun.

I watched a bit of Glenn Beck. I had to turn him off. He was telling his audience to stock up on food. His guests were saying that super inflation from this bail out is going to simply wipe us out. Sure our FDIC-insured bank accounts are safe but the value will be gone. One of his guests said, “You will spend $100,000.00 on a tank of gas!”

Can I tell you I feel sick? I can’t figure out if this is just another over-hyped Y2K: Planes will drop from the skies! or if everything Glenn Beck and his guests were saying is true. I mean, am I going to suddenly find myself enveloped in a black and white world, hocking newspapers on the street corner while wearing knickers and a jaunty little newsboy cap and eating my meals at the local soup kitchen? Am I going to have to eat my shoe and entertain myself by placing potatoes on the tips of forks and doing a little dance? Or is it just going to be okay?

I read where just the other day a Financial Planner killed his wife, mother-in-law and three sons before turning the gun on himself. The reason? Financial woes. One of Glenn Beck’s guests said that during the Great Depression unemployment was at 25%! Or course that also means that 75% had jobs. That’s still the majority. Regardless of how unique I think I am, I have always fallen into the majority. Should I go out and stock up on Campbell’s Soup? How about bars of gold and silver? Or should I just sit back and wait and see? Of course by doing that I may find my nest egg going to fill up a single tank of gas.

I keep thinking of Doris Day. Que sera, sera.

Okay, this is really odd. I thought these guys were just a silly German Schlager duo but then I find them covering Black Sabbath?

Yesterday evening I found myself closer to Market East than my usual train station. I checked the train schedules and saw I had a good half hour to kill so I decided to walk around the attached mall and maybe get something to eat at the food court. As I was entering the mall area, there was a table set up with a sign: FREE STRESS TESTS! Yep, Scientologists. I could tell from all the L. Ron Hubbard books. Two Scientologists came right up to me and implored, “Please come and take a FREE stress test!
“No thank you.”
They ignored me, grabbed me by either arm and tried to forcibly lead me to their E meter!
“No, I do NOT want a stress test” I shook myself free and walked away… QUICKLY! Please Tom Cruise, make a new movie quick! Your church needs you! And your bank account.

I went to the food court and ordered a sandwich and a diet lemonade. The woman serving me went over to a small white plastic Sterilite drawer set– the kind that is sold at Target or Walmart for organizing— she pulled open the drawer and with a ladle — STARTED SCOOPING OUT THE LEMONADE!!! I cannot figure why they kept their lemonade in a drawer. Insane.

I sat down at a booth to eat my dinner. Looking out over the nearly empty room filled with dirty tables, I noticed a public health service poster: PAP SMEAR: Once a Year Over 21! Who’s bright idea was it to put gynecological posters in the food court? I was scared to look around for fear that I might find a poster for Prostate Self-exams: >>insert dirty punchline<<. Enough about yesterday! I spent the evening on a battleship! It's true. I toured a battleship and had to walk up and down steep stairs that honestly looked more like ladders, in high heels and a wrap dress. Had I known I would find myself on an obstacle course, I would NOT have opted for my Wonder Woman printed underwear. No, I didn't just decide to tour a battleship after work. It was an event I figured would be good for networking purposes and it happened to be held on this ship. It was fun. I enjoyed myself. Right now all I want to do is sleep. And think about food. That's what happens when all you eat for dinner is a Lean Pocket. My cabinets are empty. I gotta go to the grocery store tomorrow.

Slumming around Youtube, searching for Waylon Flowers… I don’t know why, I found this:

I love the Riunite on ice commercial with the mime couple. Was that Shields and Yarnell or Mummenschanz? I don’t know. And the Rock Hudson and Madame clip!!??! Classic! I also love seeing John Ritter fighting a bear, Donna Prescow, Incredible Hulk, Sonny Bono, and superstar TOM JONES!

This is what my colleagues did to me:

Over the last few days I’ve been feeling a sense of dissonance surrounding me. I think it’s that I have closed everything in my pipeline and my August has been horrific and my September doesn’t look much better. I need to get back into prospecting mode but I am struggling. Does this make sense to the non-sales professionals out there? Sales is such a wacky job. You fly high and then crash, over and over again. You are only as good as your current month. And when you are riding high at the end of the month and everything is great, the next month comes and the clock resets back to 0. And when you are crumpled into a tiny ball, with an empty pipeline and no prospects, you are frightened that you’ll never get back up. And if all that isn’t horrible enough, your pay comes from what you bring in so if you aren’t selling, you aren’t earning. Of course there are some really nice parts about sales. You are in charge of what you make and so when you do well, you earn more. It’s nice to know you are directly responsible for the revenue of your company. Sales people are typically left alone and manage themselves. I guess it all balances out.

I was flying high in June and July. Now I gotta climb back up.

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I really did love the movie, Mama Mia! The other day I watched Passion of Mind which starred Demi Moore. She plays a woman who is leading two very distinct lives, one in France, the other in NYC. When she goes to sleep in one place, she awakes in the other. And vice versa. I was surprised to see that her lover in her France life was one of Meryl Streep’s lovers in Mama Mia! I’ve never heard of or seen Stellan SkarsgÃ¥rd prior to Mama Mia. This evening I was slumming around Youtube, watching videos of Björn Andrésen (the pretty boy in Death in Venice), when I found the oddest video: snippets of the movie, Den Enfaldige mördaren. Björn Andrésen plays an opera singing angel who apparently instructs a poor, simple-minded man to kill his boss. And guess who played the simple-minded man? Stellan SkarsgÃ¥rd!

Seeing Björn Andrésen dressed up like an angel, I can’t help but think of other movies that include man-angels.

Here’s a couple I came up with:

– ORLANDO – Fast forward to about 4:30. Check out the floating, golden, man-angel singing in a high-pitched voice!

– BARBARELLA – Pygar was a tall, tan, loin cloth-wearing, man-angel who explained that Angels ARE love! And I do apologize to all patriots for featuring a video containing Hanoi Jane Fonda.

-Der Himmel über Berlin – I am not really sure this counts because I don’t think Damiel, Cassiel or Peter Falk are ever shown with wings. In Wim Wender’s universe, angels don’t have wings but rather wear wrinkly trench coats.

That’s all I got. Can anyone come up with other movies featuring man-angels???? More points will be given to those who find man-angels with crazy wings!

1. Damn that Audra for recommending PS I Love You. I spent Sunday afternoon bawling my eyes out! And can I just say that I am still coveting Hilary Swank’s wardrobe in that movie! She looked like a cross between Audrey Hepburn and Judy Garland. Loved it! Watching it, I wanted to start acting like a horrific bitch since that is what apparently attracts strong, handsome Irish men. You see, men are attracted to women who are constantly angry. When faced with a seething harlot, a man’s love deepens. And then right before he dies of a massive brain tumor, he can’t help but create an elaborate plan in which he leaves just the sweetest and oh so slightly morbid love notes around the house to find. I’m just teasing, I did enjoy it. LOVED IT, in fact! And I recommend it to people with vaginae.

2. I met Nathan! Yes, “He Who Leaves Comments” and I met at the Bethlehem Musikfest! Nathan is just as cool and cute as one would surmise from the comments he leaves here and the blog he rarely updates. I hope I didn’t scare him too much with my intense devotion to the Red Elvises.

3. I am supposed to be in Memphis. But I am not. Northwest denied us boarding this morning. They overbooked and bumped us– bumped us to the NEXT DAY!!!! Unfortunately, our suitcases were not bumped and are hopefully patiently waiting for us in Memphis.

4. There was a 4. I just can’t remember it. Dang it!