Monday, October 30, 2006

Create A Pumpkin!: IQ Pumpkin Patch



Fun fun fun - create a virtual carved pumpkin and send it to friends! You can even put it on the map and be in a virtual "pumkin patch" for your area.

Check out iqpumpkinpatch.com and make one for yourself...
You can also search for a friend's pumpkin, by id # or by name...you can look me up under Billychic.

These same guys do one with snowflakes around Xmas time I think...

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Song of the Day: Beny Moré - Babarabatiri



Beny Moré - Babarabatiri

One album this song is on is Legends of Cuban Music

This is a fun, fun, fun big band afro-cuban tune with lots of horns and lots of boogie.

The link was up w/ the music, but I got busted again by the MCAA...so sorry, you don't get to hear it. Fucking music industries...

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Rush Limbaugh Has Hit A New Level of Depravity Attacking Michael J. Fox




Hi, my name is Rush Limbaugh, and I'm a sorry sack of shit that likes to make fun of the handicapped in an attempt to push forth my political agenda."

If they could fit that much on a button in big enough letters so that someone could read it, I would get it printed up for him to wear.

What a fucking asshole.
This is low - even for him; to make fun of Michael J. Fox and say that he was "faking". I hate to even put a link to that fat bastard's site, but it needs to be seen to be believed, for all of the folks who still think he's an okay guy (okay, you can sit down now).

Personally, I am very much an independent; I think both radical ends of the political spectrum are pathetically rabid individuals, who, if not just blinded by knee-jerk reactions or hopes of solving issues that really cannot be solved, are using politics as an excuse to freely express borderline tendencies.

But I digress.

In this situation, this...pathetic excuse for a human being is doing exactly what he insists the democrats are doing (which they are as guilty of as any other politician; politics is more about flinging shit than helping the people and it always will be, regardless of whether you're right or left) but he's gone even further: he is making fun of a handicapped person. A handicapped person, I might add, who is not only a great actor but a great person who I have a lot of respect for, and who has made the most out of his disease by trying to help millions who suffer from the Parkinson's - an illness that killed one of my aunts.



Michael J. Fox produces turds that are cleaner and purer than Limbaugh could ever hope to be. Limbaugh is a completely unnecessary, impotent (in every sense of the word), and worthless individual whose latest efforts in trying to prove something have only proved that he does nothing but take up air space.

I was shocked - no, make that horrified when I came home today, and saw on one of those entertainment shows, I think Entertainment tonight, actual video of Limbaugh imitating and mocking the involuntary body movements of Fox, shown in ads he shot for the Missouri Democrat Claire McCaskill's campaign apparently because she is for stem cell research - which appear to be Democrats, mostly, if not all (I am not knowledgeable about the campaign trail, and I will admit that, so I am just going on what is straight up knowledge). Limbaugh, in regular flying fat man fashion (he reminds me of the Baron in Dune), contorted and shook his body mockingly, his man-breasts heaving, as he said "He's moving all around and shaking, and it's purely an act...This is really shameless of Michael J. Fox...his is an actor, after all."

No, this is really shameless and appalling of YOU, Limbaugh, to say such a thing. Hey, Rush - why don't you go eat a few Cialis and pay someone to call you Daddy, and quit trying to play political commentator, you pathetic, hillbilly-heroin-eating prick.

Monday, October 16, 2006

This Bitch Is Learning How to Stitch



I'm learning how to knit! And I only slightly suck!

if anyone has basic patterns, please share - I'm such a newbie I almost impaled myself on my needles and I have hand cramps. It's been helping me deal with my vertigo stuff, though - if the room starts spinning, I focus on the knitting.

I want to make a hat but don't want to have to knit in the round because I don't know how yet...so if anyone has a pattern for that, let me know?
I am making scarves...if you are a friend who gets presents from me, then you will probably get a scarf this year...be warned...

Feel free to throw it away when I'm not looking.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

GentleTip.com

Possibly one of the most hilarious concepts - and sites - that I have seen in a while...

www.GentleTip.com is a site where you can let someone know anonymously that they have some kind of issue - as the header of the site reads:

Any time when someone has that killer breath, bad BO or anything else they
need to be reminded of, turn to GentleTip.com your anonymous email notifier.


Of course, if they get an email from you, there's a good chance they might know who it's from...I just sent about 10 out to people I know...and I'm sure they know it was from yours truly.

That's what happens when you are sick and have no life...you send anonymous email messages to people telling them "...Someone that cares wanted you to know that your teeth are so yellow, when you close your mouth your eyes light up."

Ah.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Another Plane Tragedy in NYC



So, I have to go to the doctor today, and I'm in an elevator of a high-rise building in midtown Manhattan, waiting to get out onto the 29th floor. The man next to me has pressed 24. As the doors open onto his floor, he says, "There's a good view of the plane crash from the windows on this floor - did you hear? A plane just crashed into a building on 72nd street."

I looked at him, shocked, and just shook my head. I was able to choke out "Really? Do they think it's terrorist-related?" before the door shut and I kept going up.

In those few seconds before the door opened onto my floor, nine floors higher than what the plane crashed into, I have to admit, I had a bit of panic reminiscent of what I felt in the days right after 9-11, when I would ride on the subways or go anywhere that I felt a terrorist might decide to strike next.

My next thought was about my parents; they live in the Seventies, but on the West Side - thank God, but they might have a had a doctor appointment I didn't know about...
I'm trying to dial as I make my way into the reception area of the dental office, and I'm so frustrated; all circuits are busy.

All the other New Yorkers who are worried about family are trying to call and check as well.

I eventually got through and got their answering machine - but I wasn't really too worried; they forget and turn down the volume and turn off the ringer a lot - so they could very well be there and just not hear my call. I got a message later after the appointment was over (doc thinks I have a cavity, great) from my parents saying that they were okay - and just didn't hear the phone.

I am so, so sorry for any victims of this tragedy - at this writing they just changed the dead count from 4 to 2 - so at least two less people are dead so far...and it looks like the Yankees have their worst loss to date: possibly one of their pitchers, Cory Lidle...
I hope they find him alive, and I hope that no one else was killed.

The only comforting thought here is that this doesn't appear to be terrorist related at all...
But I think, with all the deaths caused by those little itty bitty planes, that they should do away with anything that small for air travel. And people who fly them, who are self-proclaimed aviation enthusiasts should be required to study flying for several years before being allowed to fly one on their own - if at all.

My most recent ex told me that he flew little planes, little hanglider things, all kinds of shit - but I know it's because he had addiction problems and was always trying to find a bigger and bigger rush - and I think that's what it's all about; the rush.

That's all good and groovy, but those damn things aren't safe. For the people flying them and for the people on the ground...or in buildings.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Why September Was a Write-Off



Where do I begin?
1) My relationship with my boyfriend fell apart...yes, a blessing in disguise, but disheartening, nevertheless
2) My cat almost died
3) I've been sick for over a fucking month with an illness that makes even waking up a coin toss as to whether or not I'll be able to function normally, and now I'm getting horrible headaches. I was so upset I wrote a poem about it. Another great site about what is ailing me, which is a vertigo that is preventing me from even being ambulatory on certain days, is HERE. I'm having some kind of Vestibular something something that is just a horror show.
4) My acting teacher has decided to stop teaching for the next three months
5) My 2nd job has gone down in flames because I haven't been able to work enough to make any money from it...back to the being sick part
6) My hope of teaching acting is kind of against a brick wall right now because I'm in that Catch-22 of not having enough experience or credentials to teach in a more advanced setting - yet I need to teach to get that
7) My current job is about as enjoyable as fellating leprosy patients while performing hara-kiri - and it's getting even worse. I feel like Edward Norton in Fight Club.
8) Because I've been so depressed from being sick (that cycle that feeds on itself), I've been eating a lot more...and you know what that means...

Now that I've sat here and waxed pathetic on how much my life has sucked for the past month, I suppose I should mention the following good things:

1) Nina LIVED. She is scampering, slowly, around the house and feeling better every day, despite the fact that I did hurt both her and myself with her diabetic insulin needles a couple of times.
2) See above.
3) My health could be worse. Much, much worse, so thank God it's not.
4) I haven't been fired (yet)
5) I'm at least getting laid occasionaly (and gently to avoid my getting too dizzy) by a dear friend.
6) I can still fit into certain size 6's. Other ones don't get past my ankles.

Anyway, this is why I haven't been posting as much - sorry, I'm going to try to remedy that.

Oh, and what the hell is going on with all the Ecoli in everything now? Spinach...lettuce...carrot juice...beef?

It's all going to hell in a handbasket.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Dining Review: Vera Cruz Mexican Restaurant in Brooklyn

Photo Credit: Yun Cee Ng


So, in honor of my newly accquired single status - and actually divorced status, since my divorce came through the same week that I broke up with my most recent boyfriend - I decided to take myself out to dinner at Vera Cruz mexican restaurant in Williamsburg, Brooklyn on Bedford Avenue, about two to three blocks south from the Bedford L stop. They have a nice atmosphere, a fun bar, and an outdoor area in back - perfect for spring through early fall.

I've been here before, and I've had good food...and I was in SUCH a Mexican mood. As I exited the L train onto Bedford Avenue, I just knew that THAT is what I wanted. They have a dinner special for $7.50 from 4-7pm that includes a healthy-sized entree and a soup or salad. They also have pretty good drink specials during that time as well.

The chips and salsa were nice - authentic and the salsa was super yummy. And they aren't chinchy, either.

From their dinner special menu, I chose the Chicken Enchilada with the salad. The salad was so skimpy and the lettuce was shredded...it almost wasn't worth adding it to the menu, but I suppose it was enough to con folks into thinking they'd had at least some raw veggies for the day.

I also ordered a side dish of guacamole. That's a nice thing at this place: often, especially if eating alone or if only one person really wants guacamole in a group, you're forced to order a large - and often expensive - appetizer at a lot of mexican restaurants. Here, the offer a side dish you can get that's good for one, that's a couple of bucks cheaper.
That said, the guac was WAY too spicy. I could dig it, but it was hot even for me - and I like spicy food. They should either tell people up front that the guacamole is spicy, or else offer a milder version that you can choose.

The chicken enchiladas were AWESOME. The chicken was all chunky white or light meat, and the enchilada was packed full. The cheese was the right amount; the mole sauce rocked: tangy but not too spicey, full of flavor.
The beans and rice on the side were average.

Dessert, however, was a major disappointment. I ordered flan. I know flan...it's one dessert that I am well-versed in. I have eaten it in restaurants all across the country, have had authentic and fancy; have had it prepared by family and people right off the boat in my own kitchen. Spanish, Mexican, Puerto Rican. This flan left a lot to be desired: lemme cut to the chase - it sucked. I don't know what they were trying to do with it, but it was runny, with no substantial form. A few parts were congealed but I was more concerned that it was because it was rancid than properly made. To add to the rancid concern, there was a lemon/citrus accent to it that was less flavorful and interesting and more just a concern that the damn thing was bad. Then they disguised this catastrophe of cuisine with tons of whipped cream and chocolate sauce. WTF?

I had a few bites and had to set it aside.

The maragaritas were good, but unless you order a flavored on with a bright color difference, like strawberry as opposed to peach (what I ordered) you won't know the difference between the flavored (a dollar more) and regular. Granted, it's a good margarita, but my peach margarita did not taste anything like peach. Maybe I'm just too foo-foo, but if I want a girly drink, gimme a girly drink - especially if I'm paying a dollar more.

The service was EXCELLENT, however. The waitress was a darling (and she was so gorgeous - nice and pretty, what a great combo) and the busboys/manager were helpful. That isn't always the case...from what I remember from other times...but like I said, the Margaritas are rockin' so after a while you don't really care...

Main meal: 8
Dessert: 2
Service: 8
Atmosphere: 8.5
My weight after eating there: None of your freakin' business.


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