i like it when you come visit

i mean it. i really like having visitors.

this week welcomed posso, fish, sanja, mikey s and dirty. i managed to hang out with all but one (way to fail dirty).

election

four years back wes was printing shirts stating "vote anyone else in 2004." our generation was in a general state of mindfuck, knowing that there was not a single thing the election would bring that could somehow make things better. hopeless would have been generous.

fast forward to today. the last time i remember being this excited about a political campaign was when wellstone was still living. i am thrilled with the fact that i can actually see the tide shifting, and after eight years of straight frustration, there is a glimmer of hope.

that said, i am still undecided.

in all honesty, in terms of issues that i hold close, both candidates are essentially the same in their stance. sure, obama can give it to me with a smile pretty enough to charm my pants off while hillary can confidently assure me to the point i let her take my paycheck. but all in all, it's the same.

my dilemma with this is mainly personal. in a time when a woman is running for president am i neglecting my feminist duties if i am not supporting her, full force, regardless of opponent? or do i, like many my age, swoon over obama's enthusiasm and message of hope and vote solely on the basis of a good gut feeling?

i don't know.


while some say hil and obama should just run together, i insist on a different approach.

they should have wild sex and make baby presidents.

a crime against film

did mtv really do this? did they really?

WHY?



how could one possibly think this was a good idea?
how they've bastardized my favorite film.

attack of the killer cat

on sunny weekends, bullet and i enjoy taking long walks around the neighborhood. such was the case this weekend, when we went out for a long stroll exploring the bedford stuyvesant streets.

after circling for a half hour we hit the home stretch down lexington avenue, both looking forward to a refreshing drink once we got to the apartment. we were too busy daydreaming to notice a nightmare lurking behind a trash can.



in the shadows, a rabies infested cat prepared for it's attack.

it flew at both of us, with long claws ready from all four legs, looking for blood. it was like a zombie, determined to infect us both.

it attacked bullet, clawing at her face while hissing and making the strangest noises i have ever heard in a cat. it sounded like a baby pig being slaughtered. the attack was relentless, the fucking thing just kept going. everything happened so fast, and bullet was not fighting back, so i did the only thing that came to mind - i kicked the shit out of it. the cat flew back, hit the wall of a building we were next to with it's back, landed on its side and then got up, facing bullet and i. at first, i thought it would run away but instead it hissed, got up on it's hind legs, it's front paws up in the air with claws sticking out, and it launched another attack at bullet's face.

i saw a quick flash of blood coming out of bullet's nose and i snapped. the fucking zombie cat was going full force, almost on top of bullet at this point when i kicked it again, just enough to get her off. i stepped on it, chocking it's neck so it would not attack bullet again when it changed targets and started clawing at my boot. that MOTHERFUCKER.

so i kicked it again. only harder. and angrier. i kicked it so hard this time i forced it to fly at least six feet back, pounding it on the building wall with the strength of beckham kicking a football. i could feel it's squishy body on the side of my boot as my kick pushed forward with the same ferocity the cat launched its attack earlier. had i kicked a person this hard, they'd be missing teeth.

setting my foot down, i didn't look back to where the cat was sent flying, but i know it didn't come after us again.

we walked inside of the apartment and i checked my baby out for injuries. she had a small scratch on her nose. i called the vet, made sure we were ok, and gave her a huge chunk of meat for behaving well and not snapping back.

what a weird day.

i'm not a bookworm. i just have a need to know what happens. always.

my mom was a professor. following in her eight and a half's, i was the youngest in the family to graduate from college. i wasn't even old enough to drink. my motto has always been education, simply because my curiosity has taken me to such ridiculous moments, i've learned that a little research before throwing myself in is usually a smart thing.

when i moved in january, i did research on everything under the sun (or everything under the 11238 zipcode). housing, weather, neighborhoods, music, dog walkers and, most importantly, ldr's.

ah yes, the good old long distance relationship. i did all sorts of research on the subject, from reading endless self help articles online to chatting up everyone and anyone who may have an ounce of experience. a common conversation would have gone something like this:

a: i heard you're moving!
v: yeah, in a week or so
a: is jordon coming with?
v: nah, he's got the store. we're gonna keep it going though...
a: i see. i was in a long distance relationship once. so where are you gonna live?
v: you were? when? with whom? where were you and where were they? why didn't you move together? how did it work? did you talk on the phone a lot? did you write letters? how often would you visit? who would come where? how far was the distance? for how long? did it work out? why? or, i mean, did it not work out? how come?
a: woah.
v. ummm...sorry.

i even bought this book:

to make it even worse, i not only bought it for myself, but i bought one for jordon too. (insert feeling of total embarrassment here)

i just couldn't stop myself. i took it on as if it was work, focus grouping everyone around me in regards to this one huge issue i was having. trying to learn as much as humanly possible about the topic in hope that once the moment came, i would know all the right things to say and do. while i obsessed, jordon took it day by day in quite a stoic and concentrated manner. completely calm and collected, he prepped himself by doing absolutely nothing.

almost two months in and things are working out just fine. while i like to attribute all of this to my meticulous planning, i must admit i am not sure the research is what makes it so. i only wonder what is.