Don't get 'Sucker Punch'-ed

Okay, so went to the movies with my sister, because I got a coupon for $5 admission. I love cheap admission, however it did not make this movie worth seeing.

I am a HUGE action movie fan. I love them. This was disguised as an action movie, but it wasn't. It tried desperately to be psychologically twisty, but it was predictable and badly acted. Going into it. I knew it would be about girls in skimpy costumes. I had no doubt of that, but really that's it? Yeah, that's it. It is a sad 'whack-off to it boys' film, with a plot as loose as a $2 hooker.

I saw it in 2-D, but could easily pick out the shots that were supposed to be 3-D (perhaps on the DVD). The cliched bullet coming from the gun, fire out of the dragon's mouth, bullshit that had been done to death previously. One or two of the action scenes were worth it, but I walked out feeling like the preview had been better than the actual film and I hate that. Everyone else must have gotten the memo about the stinkiness of the film because there were only like twelve people in the theatre and it was a coupon night.

Really, sadly, it is a one time watch film, which had potential to be very good, but failed miserably to meet this potential for me. So, if you're desperate to see it, have a coupon, or wait for it on Netflix. I can't even imagine how pissed off I would be if I had paid full price for this. If you are even still waffling about it --go see Paul, instead.

Uplift of the day!

Party Rockers in the house toni-i-i-ight! Dance, dance.

Selective Vegetarian?

Look at that sad little guy. Adorable. Don't ya just wanna squeeze'em?

Hi, My name is H and I'm allergic to fish. Today that is what I will be talking about. I know it is not the best topic, but I didn't get any sleep last night and I bought some flaxseed vitamins yesterday when I really wanted to buy the fish oil ones because I think I may need the Omega-3's.

First, I would like to clarify that I do not tell people I have a fish allergy to get attention. It's like a God damn disability, at this point, stupid and I hate telling people about it. But, if you know me, right now you're thinking, 'Well you do talk about it a lot'. Certainly I do. Because, it could kill me and people forget things. My own mother suggested we have salmon patties for Christmas brunch not two weeks after I told her. And that's my mother, People. However, getting back in the dating scene has made me realize some people still think that, and moreover, it can be a real turn off, especially if you love sushi and I can never, never enjoy that with you. Sad really. Maybe vegetarian sushi.

Anyway, for people who may need it I have a little list. It has some surprises on it (even for me who has been label reading for nearly two years to avoid fish in anything). Every allergy website will also tell you NOT to eat at a restaurant you expect may cook fish on a communal surface (hibachi style grills), fry fish in the same oil as other things (bye Long John Silvers), or have fish added to sauces (most high end restaurants).

Foods Commonly Containing Fish:


•Caesar salad dressing

•Worcestershire sauce

•Ceviche (fish or shellfish "cooked" in an acidic citrus marinade)

•Caviar

•Gelatin

•Cioppino

•Nam pla (Thai fish sauce)

•Bouillabaisse

•Fumet (fish stock)

•Surimi

•Pissaladière

•Omega-3 supplements (if you would like to take these, look for vegan varieties made from flaxseed or other plant-derived oils)

•Caponata

•Imitation fish or shellfish (That’s right, imitation fish and crab is still fish.)

•Meatloaf

•Barbecue sauce (some are made from Worcestershire)

Or how about these:
Airborne (I read this one on the package, but couldn’t find it on their website so formula may have changed. I ended up taking it back to the store.)

Isinglass is a substance obtained from the swim bladders of fish (especially sturgeon), it is used for the clarification of wine and beer.

Some Chicken is also manufactured in the same place as fish is handled and is labeled on the bag. I recently had to put some back in the frozen food case because of this.

Wow, yeah, I'm was kind of surprised. I particularly like how imitation fish and seafood is still fish, just not the fish you think it is. So, fish in disguise as fish. That's like a person dressing up for Halloween as a person. Ha, ha.

Sometimes ya just need to party...

Last night, T hosted his second annual Wrestlemania party at our house. It started around five pm. We cleaned all day for it so the house is completely spring clean, it really is nice. However during this cleaning I knocked something glass over (the second glass breaking incident of the cleaning process). T cooked all day long. He and K had recently gotten a three crockpot buffet thing and he was desperate to have something tastie in each. He made meatballs (with hot dog buns for meatball sandwiches), Cheesy chili dip w/chips, and Lil' Smokies. Everything tasted delicious and he was very proud of everything.

He invited over his two brothers, his cousin, and one of his long lost friends from elementary school. K was excited to watch this one because 'The Rock ' was hosting it and she loves him. Loves him. We had a good time. T's ten year old nephew ate almost an entire bowl of peanut butter m&m's which sent him into a sugar induced frenzy of messing with everything he could get his hands on. However, because everyone else was drinking, it was pretty much up to K and me to watch him. And when I told him not to mess with something T's brother J looked at me and said 'Don't make a big deal out of it and he'll drop it.' Hey, this is my house, idiot with no kids and no child rearing experience, you had better back the F**k up. Wow, I was angry. However, as they were guests I kept my mouth shut and luckily nephew calmed down (somewhat) and everyone else was drinking so --whatever.

I really dislike T's brothers, honestly he is the best of the three. J and his wife just brought new handguns and told us all about them not once, but twice. Not that cool. They are trying to get pregnant (which is a whole other issue for my sister who is positive she doesn't want kids and is pressured by both of his brothers now about it), and now you have guns in the house. Awesome. T's other brother K-dick, thinks he is god's answer to every question. Sometimes he's nice but on the whole he is a douche bag. And especially to women. And especially when all three of them get together.

So, how does one positively handle a gathering like this? Well, you sit by your sister, who you have known for thirty years and both of you yell like crazed groupies at the TV while half naked neanderthals pummel each other fakly, rooting for whoever has the skimpier costume. The food was good, the company not so much, but on the whole it was good fun. And T tries so hard to make sure everyone is having the best time possible, he really loves hosting things, so we try to help, every once in a while. He deserves it.

--Side note, second date is totally on like Donkey Kong, on Thursday night at Lazlo's, he also suggested Crappy Beer Night, so I suggested if he were interested we could go there or the Starlight for some drinks afterwards, if he wanted. Still, riding the super high excited train about it. Yeehaw!

Today's Follow-Up Laugh

I love this.

Excitement, right?

Okay, think back, remember what it was like to be intensely totally excited to see another human being? Yeah, for readers of this blog...I did have a blog that I wrote early last night, but did not post. It was an introspective on settling in life. Just settling for things and being content. And all it took was one e-mail. A confirmation that my date from Thursday had also enjoyed himself and yes, was in fact down for a second one. First, you experience the ultimate relief that there was not a one sided attraction, not the expected lame painful e-mail rejection letter. Thank you for recognizing that I am indeed awesome. Yeah, and I think you're awesome too. Hmmm, now to implement the plan of being awesome together, which is harder.

Plus, there is the excitement to deal with. It makes ya look like a ridiculous crazy mental patient. I literally got up and jumped up and down. I can not even tell you how long it has been since I was emotionally inspired to do that. It has been a while, let's say. And because I am a hopeless romantic deep down, that stifled repressed emotional center kicked into high fantasy processing. I honestly haven't slept well in nearly a week. I think about him and imagine what to say. I take little frozen seconds, images from date one, and suck on them mentally like ice cubes, until it's like two hours later and I am wondering why I can't sleep. Argh.

And I have no desire for it. Honestly, I remember how I fell previously and I know it will only inspire me to ridiculous flirting and simpering, then insane petting, and finally aggressively tearing his clothing off like a rabid animal, probably in the backseat of a car. Very unladylike, not mature at all. Sigh. However playing coy about it seems so unnatural to me. I like ya, why not tell ya. Probably because that one puts me in and out of bed like a midnight telephone call.

The only thing that keeps me sort of balanced is the fact the my job/finances and writing aspects of my life are not going as I would like them to be right now. Not everything progresses together. It is a waiting game. I await the publishers and that place I interviewed with all last week to call. The call I expect Tuesday, the manuscript is more like 8 weeks. Still, they progress, perhaps more slowly.

So, we bounce between ecstatic to slightly unhappy, like a damn ping-pong ball. Such is life.

The Date & Next Phase...

Honestly, I must have been dropping the ball on sabotaging myself, as per my previous post, because I came home last night feeling really good about the date. Better than most, actually. Really good, actually. Even with the unexpected facial leprosy.

He's cute and shy, but funny and a good listener. He is the quintessential tech guy, only not creepy like that one tech guy who was married but would make really off color jokes and when he touched your computer you felt a little dirty, not that guy, the other one --the nice one. He has big thick glasses, which I think are sexy, and kind of a large nose, but so do I. Not to mention that mine looked like I was trying to cover up a tumor with make-up and his was just natural big. --Big blue eyes and sweet boyish hair, ripe for finger-running-through. And nice hands, nice big hands with well cared for nails. Not overly tall but, about 5' 9" or so, with a slender build. He wore khakis and a dress shirt, but you could see his undershirt at the collar. Shirt was white with light blue plaid pattern. Simple, nice.

I wore jeans, white tank and grey fitted cardigan, with madras Loafers. I thought it was casual, but nice, showed off the shape without screaming 'Hey, I'm curvy and slutty'. Hair looked really good, make-up was light (no lipstick, chapstick for gloss as I read recently men hate red lipstick for some reason). We talked about a bunch of stuff, keeping it light. TV, movies, super heroes we liked, MST3K, dogs and cats, family, old jobs, current jobs, my writing. He is going to a play tonight with a friend of his --it was actually my idea for the second date, but nix that now and it was even 'The Mousetrap' which I really wanted to see, so that is kind of sad. --He also has no roommates or pets, so when we do get busy which is scheduled for like date three, if he's still in the game, we're going there. Perfect. Doesn't like coffee. Was not able to determine if he is a social drinker or not, so I'm thinking maybe dinner for date #2. Everybody eats.

I did do something which is typical me, but is advised against by all advice given to me. Hold judgement for the next few sentences until I finish. I really hate trying to describe what kind of music I listen to. I mean, my taste is so-o-o-o varied. at this point. it is a huge long conversation and will always come out idiotic. So, I looked at what his taste was listed as and made a CD of things I had that I thought was 'like that but a bit expanded'. I kept it in my purse until the end of the date, because if I thought it went badly, I wasn't going to give it to him. But, as I did determine it went well. I explained that I had been making a CD for 'a friend' and I just thought it would be a fun way to show him what I was into rather than blather about it. Like a free gift, no matter how things go, for coming out and hanging out. I explained, it was not like a mix tape and nothing on it had any deeper meaning, I was already making one and it takes like 2 seconds to just make another one (he's a tech guy, he knows that) because I didn't want to seem like a creepy stalker, but (shush) everyone knows I kind of jump feet first into things when I get over excited (if he's lucky, he'll get to find out that one too later). I didn't tell anybody I was planning on doing this as I knew everyone would advise against it. I don't regret it, but I hope he took it the right way. I would hate to have that one flummox the whole date.

So, I think I will e-mail him today and set up a dinner date. More to come. --Hopefully or at least a pathetic blog about how he stopped talking to me and how he sucks because of that. Either way, I'll still blog.