Sleepwalking

So, mistakenly I referred to a guy as a girl. Sue me!!!!

Why would I have done such a faux pas???

I'm putting my brain on "deep thought watch".

It's too early in the morning to jump to conclusions and be all insightful.

But I have some idea.

Fantasy enters reality, and your preconceived notions shall not be moved.

My imagination likes to play sick tricks on me.

I feel like I'm at the circus, except I'm in it and didn't know.

Seriously Man!!!!!

I'll share something with you.

I'm a big child advocate.

I love da kidz.

But what I don't love is when I see straight up foolishness.

Let me back track, while driving to work today I hit a red light.

I sat at this red light.

While sitting at this red light, I noticed something a bit odd.

What I noticed was beyond baffling.

I'll let this picture do the talking.



Now, look closely.

**Insert side eye**

Yes, that is a child riding on her grandmothers power wheelchair.

And yes, I'm just as appalled as you are.

SMH!!!!!

Once was Lost, But Now am Found

I honestly can't remember the first movie that I ever laid my eyes on.

Movies have been central in my life.

Sunday afternoons, 4pm, to be exact were when my brother, my mom, and my dad, and of course myself would go witness some one else's life be explained or even exploited on screen.

The days of having to pack our snacks (Hersey bars and apple juice) into my mom's purse. Making sure that it wasn't obvious that we were sneaking food in, bc the concession stand was way to expensive.

The days of being way to short that I had to sit on the theater chair folded up so, I too, could see who was saying what and whom they were saying it to.

It was good etiquette to never speak while the trailers were on. Because, it was sort of a minnie movie that you saw for a minute and twenty two seconds. And the excitement you felt when you couldn't wait to see it next summer.

Those were the days.

I grew up and my taste in films changed. I went from ducking in to see cult classics like Clueless, to watching Citizen Cane in all it's glory.

I evolved into a no holds bar type of gal.

I love movies, and the film "The Fall", reminds me why I've had such a long love affair with them in the first place.

Imagine seeing the best piece of artwork. Then imagine the emotion you feel, for being so honored to have witnessed it.

Then lastly, imagine those who've never seen it before.

That was me last night, in my bed, crying at how magically sound this movie had been.

The Fall, directed by Tarsem Singh, left me speechless. I was a complete mute while the story unfolded. No commentary, no gasps, no nothing. I couldn't speak.

The movie tells a story of a stuntman who performs a stunt that goes terribly wrong, and leaves him bedridden in a hospital. A young percious little girl, while in the hospital for her own dangerous "stunt" befriends the stuntman and he begins to tell her a glorious fictious saga. The story comes at a price, though. All that he askes in return while he methodically jogs up the next chapter, is that she get him some
"M-O-R-P-H-I-N-3". A very Quid Pro Quo relationship these two have. And as time progresses and the story lengthens, fiction runs into fact and fact overlaps the fiction of the stuntman's story.

The Fall plays well with a child's imagination somewhat being ruined by the adult's personal agony and anguish.

The appeal comes from not only the visual encounters you meet along the way, but the comradery that the child and adult gain together on this journey.

Twitter and Twat

I feel like I got my mojo back or something. Or maybe I'm just a hormonally raging bitch right now. Either one is great though.

Any who, I'm on Facebook checking my friend's status and wonder to myself, when you enter your's, do you feel it necessary to tell us every waking moment of what ur day, afternoon, evening, night, and or REM sleep is like.

I mean, why do I need to know...

"Shanwta is having a pretty awesome day, had lunch with my dying grandmother, then went to bodega to pick up some now-laters, have a paper to write on Barack Obama's first 100 days and how Michelle Obama has saved the fashion industry, later tonight getting drinks with the co-workers, got a little explosive diarrhea and drunk dialed my boss demanding a raise, oh yeah, good nite my fellow facebookers"

WTF. I thought status updates were suppose to be quick blurbs on something insightful that you've experienced. Simple, short and sweet is the method of choice.

It just pains me when I can locate you on Google maps and know who your OBGYN is and what time you're getting checked for your pap-smear.

Isn't that nonsense left up to Twitter?

In the Garden of Eden

Ok, so my weekend was blah....

Nothing eventful except, I finally got the non bootleg version of Twilight. Loves it!!!!!!

Seeing that I've watched my bootleg well over 20 times it just isn't the same.

You know the rush of overwhelming excitement one feels when they finally get a movie that they loved on the screen and now is you get to love it even more in your bedroom. To watch over and over and over again.

Yeah, that feeling. It just doesn't exist.

However the DVD extras were great.

Moving on to another movie that I picked up was "The Fountain".

It stars none other than Hugh Jackman and Rachel Weisz, in a beautiful avant garde film. It shows the depths of love across continents and across time.

Weisz plays Izzy, who is terminally ill with a brain tumor and her "conquistador" husband played by Jackman is a physician trying to buy more time to save her from death.

The story takes on the topics of life and death and the completion and acceptance of it.

It covers both subjects beautifully and visually entraps you to the very last scene.

Just incredible.

Miami We Go Hard...

I'm back bitches!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Naw. Just a reminder that I'm still alive after surviving both MIAMI and the drama that ensued with traveling along with two other people.

I'm not one for complaining about nonsensical $hit that won't do me any good.

I'm also not one for Bull$hit. I have a sharp tongue and use it when necessary.

And most importantly, I never have and never will be at someone's mercy because I need something that I could easily provide for myself.

The nerve of some people.

My nites were filled with Patron dreams and Ganja inducements. Loved every moment of it.

Traveling expenses...well, they were just plain old expensive. But money's not an issue when you have it made like moi.

The "Bold and Beautiful" folk were there doing what they do best. Stutin on them hoes!!!!

The cuisine was spectacular. Def was filled with my likings of seafood.

Overall A++++ trip, minus a few road blocks.

I refuse to let someone make me miserable.

The Dinner Table

I've mentioned in the past that I work part time on weekends, for the extra cash flow.

But when I do come to this job, I don't come there with the intention of kickin' it with my co-workers or trying to find a significant other.

In the past, I've broken my rule of dating a co-worker and that clearly failed miserably. However I learned from it and now know to never repeat such an act.

But what I continue to tell these fellas is,

I don't eat where I $hit. Case closed....

One Fish, Two Fish, I'm Drunk....

I'm done...

I only drink sociably, but today is calling for a HEINEKEN.

Pass me the Lager Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Beholder....

I love throwbacks.

In college, my girl used to always use the term "old soul", and that she always felt like she was an "old soul" living in the present.

I wouldn't necessarily dub myself as such, however I have a faint spot in my heart for all that was and all that will be.

One of my favorite artists, that doesn't get enough credit.

RES...

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Vulgarity is key, don't you think?

I find it of the ut most importance, especially in regards to willing our culture.

Think of the amount of creativity that seeps from one's pores when they say a statement that the masses are stunned and/or repulsed by.

It's a great way to deflect the real issues, but it's also the best way to throw an idea out there to see if people are ready to except it or dodge it all together.

Vulgarity is a great thermometer when indicating one's readiness.

U Scared????

I just received a phone call from a friend whom just informed me that someone she knows has a facebook page for their cat. A personal profile for your pet.

WOW!!!!!!

So, it got me thinking of nonsensical bull$hit that I can make into a profile.

Here in my office, I see my Purell Hand Sanitizer. He too could have a Facebook profile.

My trustee, Bath and Body Works Warm Vanilla Sugar body lotion could easily have their own page.

But I certainly have to up the ante. Give it the MissX touch, no pun intended. LOL!!!

The "Purple Monster" has been summoned.....

Don't be afraid, it won't bite.

The CareBears Care...

Excuse me...

My childhood was not made up of Koolaid, spades, and bodegas.

My childhood contained the comforts of Ross Field, junkyards, and hiding between the clothing racks of Filenes Basement.

I recall having a conversation with another about not knowing how to play cards.

I replied to her inquisition with the response, " It (cards) wasn't something I did with my friends or family."

She laughed, of course.

I replied with, "Saturday, Pee-Wee Herman's Fun House, Reading Rainbow, The Land Before Time, WWF Mania (with Hulk Hogan), Conan, and Alvin and the Chipmunks.

That 'ish was just till 12pm on Saturdays....

I'm Drowsy....

OK, so the movie Sunshine, directed by Danny Boyle (Slumdog Millionaire), has been on the illest rotation in the DVD player.

Why you ask? Well, it's one of the few sci-movies that I can watch over and over again.

The ending sure as hell hasn't changed, but you see something that you've never noticed before.

Sunshine is a quiet moving film. It's what I've dubbed "Fatigue Film". Movies that have a crazy plot, and even when it meets it's climax, it's still not seeping of climatic abundance, but that doesn't mean it's not good or an ultimate let down.

It's just a movie that took this particular pace for the viewer to truly understand the plot in regards to the characters.

And that makes it even more interesting.

Sci-fi flicks are synonymous for fatiguing the viewer much like they fatigue the character in the movie. Therefore leaving you with emotions that the people in the flick have.

Fatigue Films:

Alien
Sphere
Blade Runner...and many more. But peep these first.

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Yesterday I had the bright idea to watch Alice in Wonderland.

What took place was beyond me. I was doped up on pain medication for the craziest migraine that I've ever had.

Let's just say I would take a sore throat over a migraine any day. They're just that bad.

So, Alice and my personal dope brigade were both whirling around in my head and I felt like I was stuck in the movie with the Mad Hatter and $hit, except the tea party wasn't eventful. But I kept following the White Rabbit. He lead me to some strange places...

One being, the Queen's palace, though, she wasn't in the mood to cut off my head.

Maybe next time...

Sunday afternoons can be so damn treacherous.