Attention Unemployed Women- Hefner is Calling

So Playboy wants to do a "Women of Wall Street" spread where those who lost their jobs can now "loose their shirts" a whole other way.

I don't know how I feel about that-especially if I was someone who lost their job. I don't think I would look at myself and say, "Well, don't know how I will pay rent, or eat, but damn my rack is still rocking. Life is not bad at all."

A spokesman for Playboy said:
"Whether you offer them $500 or $1,000 or $2,000 a piece, that's probably not going to change anybody's mind. The reason they do this is because they want the attention, the opportunity, the experience of doing it. It's not really for the money."

Only $2,000? Or maybe $500? Wow, the economy really is in bad condition.

Well, luckily I don't have to treat this as a possibility unless they do a spread of "Women Playwrights" or "Women of Independent Contractors AKA 1090 Whores"

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20081002/od_nm/us_playboy;_ylt=ArP8ZDHeyX5nlN6Km_o0l2ms0NUE

Go Economy!

I tell you, of all the times to move to NY to get an MFA in Theatre-this is probably not the best one.

ALIEN!

Watched the first scary movie of the month.

Now I have never seen "Alien." Not all the way through, I'd only seen the monologue at the end where Ripley is making the last entry in the shuttle holding her cat.

Well, lots of screams in this one ONLY because of fluids. There is that gel shit that comes out of the alien, there is that creamy looking sweat off the robot, I mean-imagine being on the goo crew for this film.

There were lots of "oh no he didn't" moments:
-See that picture above? No way do I want some acidic blooded octopus blob attached to my face.
-A robot! A robot! Really? And filled with white puss goo? Really!
-What the hell is that puncher thing that comes out of the alien?
-Why in the hell, when you got some foreign acidic blooded thing attached to a crew member in a sick room, does everyone come in with either no protection or just a surgical mask? Where are the bio hazard suites? Seriously?
-OPEN COFFEE. The people on this ship are java addicts of the worse kind and there are computers, electronics and they drink coffee in open cups. AND LEAVE IT BY THE COMPUTERS. It could fall. It could destroy the wiring. I mean, they got that whole alien thing on board killing everyone but it could have gotten a lot worse if someone's coffee spilled and destroyed the motherboard or something.


I remember in a film theory class, there was an essay by a feminist film theorist that said "Alien" was all about man's fear of the power of woman and birth. So while watching this thing, I was really searching for the placenta hater references.
I did find a couple....like those pods with the aliens inside, the fact that Ripley is always the one who is right and NO ONE listens, the fact that main control is called "Mother."

But really, after watching this film, I have to say the deep meaning is that cats rule. Because not only does Jones the orange tabby survive but escapes the clutches of the Alien THREE TIMES. And when Ripley and Jones get to blast into the ever after, that cat is a cool cucumber. Absolutely no signs of stress, she still wants to be picked up, she wants to snuggle, she could care less.

So I think the lessons to take from this film are:
-If a woman says "Don't open the hatch cause there is some ugly ass creature sucking on that guy's face"-you should really listen
-Cats rule over dogs. For this viewing month...Cats 1, Dogs 0
-Angela hates goo

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An Email from John

This is a video my dad sent me.

When did John get so internet savvy?

My Little Ponies-F@cked Up

I loved My Little Ponies-they were the best thing about Santa cause I got one every Christmas.

So when Michael sent me this link for an artist who just totally messes with my precious childhood playthings my reaction is...

No! What are you doing?/Wow, that is pretty cool/Jesus those things are crazy/These can fuck you up.

So go and look and just think...which one of these would have totally scarred you if you found it in your stocking?

http://spippo.deviantart.com/gallery/#Custom-My-Little-Ponies

A Month of FEAR!!!!

So..since it is the month of Halloween and seeing how my broke ass will probably be sans costume, I am dedicating the blog this month to things that scare me.

Who knows what path that will take but it should be a nice focal point. I think Bumble Bee tuna will be sometime in the spring and who knows-my mom's birthday is in November so many next month will be the month of Enza. (Probably not actually...) But for Brynn I will watch lots of crap horror movies. yessss!

So anyway, things that scare you! Or me! Or us! Or whatever.

I would just like to point out though that I have never used Halloween as a time to get all scary. With the exception of having to do 4 hours of tarot reading for the last two years (which freaks the shit out of many...) I am really super kosher during this month.


Just look at my history of costumes:

-A giant pink bunny for TWO YEARS (this was Enza's doing, it was giant and pink. I can't remember what I ever was before that. But during those years my brother was a clown. So I obviously got the better deal.)

-Lady Lotsoflocks (I think that was a toy at the time. All I remember is it was a plastic dress. Yay 80s.)

-A Baby from grades 4-12 (you get to come to school in pajamas, need I say more.)

-50s dinner girl (I think that was a 6th grade break from the baby thing.)

-A construction worker (The time we were the village people. A great photo if you can find it. Pubescent Angela in a tucked in flannel shirt and authentic yellow construction hat. You have fun with that.)

-Gypsy (For the tarot readings. Which wasn't any different than what I usually wear, except excessive in scarfs. So think Angela circa forty years from now.)


So that is it really...so this month should be fun. Hopefully it will end in another 4 hour marathon of tarot reading, cause there is nothing I like more than watching young men cry as I tell them their future. (Not cause they are going to die or something-it's just fun to rattle the skeptics.)