You May Live Up Oprah's Butt, But You Don't Know Shit

Dr. Phil is a moron. After he told one woman that making fun of complete strangers and enjoying it was abnormal and wrong, he told a newly married couple that their thirteen-year old daughter was right: their public displays of affection were inappropriate, and again, abnormal. Bite me, Dr. Phil. First of all, if the first woman was exercising her aesthetic values by criticizing random passersby, she's totally normal. Everyone does it. Some people just do it nonverbally. I maintain that lashing out at strangers keeps me from lashing out at my friends. My targets never know they were judged, and everyone goes home happy. Plus, I validate myself as having better taste/style/manners. All terribly healthy.

What? Sorry, I don't have time to listen to your opinion on this. I'm in the middle of something. And for goodness' sake, pull up your pants.

Then he tells a thirteen-year old that her "Ew, gross" comments about her mother and stepfather are appropriate. The audience agrees that their warm, affectionate behavior is over the top. Video clips showed them doing nothing but kissing. How can you judge their behavior out of context? Teenagers may not want to see their parents being touchy-feely (and more likely, stepchildren aren't crazy about seeing their parent and stepparent getting it on), but tough. Really! I see people smooching in public all the time. I even do it myself. If they're keeping it out of church and PTA meetings, let them have their fun. In a few years they may not want to kiss each other. Newlyweds, hell, anyone who's in love, should be allowed to PDA their brains out, as long as the clothes stay on. People who don't like it are just jealous. I know, because I have been known to not like it, when I wasn't getting any of it.

Alexia has spoken.

Windy City

I don't like wind. Generally, I find it to be beyond annoying. I blows my hair in my face, even if I have it pulled back, it blows in my ears and my nose, and it riles up all the gross stuff on the street. A nice breeze at the beach or on a warm summer day is one thing, but wind is just the pits. Sometimes I get mad at the wind. Which I knw is stupid, because how can I get mad at nature, but I'll bet people don't feel all warm and cuddly about volcano eruptions. Anyway, if you are in New York, you know that the wind here is really getting obnoxious. It's finally supposed to die down tonight. Last night, I swear I was hit by snow flurries. *sigh* It was painful walking to the subway. In ten minutes, I got sick. Hooray for wind! Not. Today I'm huddling in my apartment until the last possible moment. It's a real shake your fists at the heavens moment for me.

I'm singing at an outdoor charity event tomorrow. The wind better be manageable by then, or ... well, I don't know what, but the wind will have me to deal with!

All Hallow's Eve

So, what did you do for Halloween? I went to a raging house party, hosted by my BOYFRIEND (yes, I have a boyfriend) and his roommates. I went as Sally Bowles, "the toast of Mayfair," from the musical Cabaret. My costume was based in part on Liza Minelli's from the movie, and in part on my own conception of the character. I wore a black bob wig with short bangs and a bowler hat. I used heavy black eyeliner all around my eyes, fake eyelashes, heavy pink blush and blackberry lipstick (plus requisite mole at the right eye). I wore a sleeveless V-necked black dance leotard under my electric blue satin, steel-boned, overbust corset with four garters attached, back-seamed black stockings and my Prairie Farm boots, which are adorable. I felt fat, because I used to be able to tie the corset much tighter. And that was just a few years ago. Oh well, I still looked hot. In fact, I think I was the most scantily clad person there, even though the weather was quite warm.

What did you wear?

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

I have bought my first computer. It was terrifying and stressful, but I'm happy with it. Compaq Presario, CD-RW and DVD Rom, USB ports in front, 2.6 GHz, 80 GB hard drive, 256 MB of RAM. I got the tower, 17" monitor and HP color printer for under $700, with rebate, which I mailed about an hour ago. Besides being a great tool for my own business, it makes watching Buffy that much more enjoyable.

(Speaking of the Buffy DVD sets, I'm disappointed that they let Marti Noxon do the commentary on "What's My Line Pt. 1." She's awful, and ultimately ruined the show. Plus, her name sounds like that of Marni Nixon, the woman who sang for Natalie Wood in West Side Story, Deborah Kerr in The King & I and Audrey Hepburn in My Fair Lady. Don't get me wrong, I like Marni Nixon. I just really don't like Marti Noxon, and that's just one more reason for her to annoy me. Sure, you think I'm crazy now, but just try analyzing your own irritants sometime. Then we'll see who's nuts around here.)

I like the sense of power I have from this purchase. First of all, I kind of know what the hell all those numbers above mean. And I bought it, transported it home, and set it up all by myself. I get to set the security protocols, decide which programs to keep and install, pick the wallpaper and the screensaver (a scrolling marquee, red on black, that says, "I may be dead, but I'm still pretty," Buffy's memorable line to the Master in "Prophecy Girl," the final episode of Season One, after he kills her and she's revived by Xander. Heh.), set up what starts at launch, you know, all that good stuff. I've never had my very own computer before. Sure, I've redesigned the setup on computers I've been assigned to in offices, but this OS is registered to me, not some company.

I would have liked to get an HP with Athalon processor, but I just couldn't justify the cost, considering that I don't have a very steady guaranteed income. Thankfully, I also don't have any debt, so, it's not too scary. In the meantime, I will enjoy having my perky Celeron processor with my DSL connection, and I promise to blog now and then (Larry).