Missed it Again (and more non sequiturs)

Last weekend I missed not only Capital Pride, but HonFest in Baltimore. For those of y’all not familiar with this veritable pilgrimage of tacky debauchery, it is a festival where a bunch of ladies (and gents) with penchants for beehive wigs, cat eye glasses, and too tight leopard print converge for a party in the rapidly gentrifying “Bawlmer” neighborhood of Hampden. Those lucky few of you who know me are probably thinking “oh my goodness, that sounds like Nellie’s idea of heaven.”

Well, I was off in the wilds of “Murrlin” on the annual neighborhood camping trip.  A few dear friends and I were off cavorting in a lake, eating junk food, staying up, having impromptu dance parties, and applying temporary tattoos. It was funner’n'hell. You’ll be happy to know I brought my glitter leopard print cat eyes anyway.

And to continue the tradition of sounding like a crotchety old columnist for the Onion…

I was watching Pulp Fiction today as while working on a mailing for NARAL. In the scene where Vincent and Mia are at Jackrabbit Slim’s, Mia orders a “5 Dollar Milkshake”. Of course, Vincent, as portrayed by John “Revolting” Travolta, bitches about the cost. This was, of course, in 1995 before it was terribly obvious that the world was going to hell by way of skyrocketing food prices. These days, it’s not unusual to pay more than $5 for a drink. Jesus H. Christ, milkshakes are more than $6 at Ben and Jerry’s. For less than that, you can get a pint at Seven Eleven.  Of ice cream, kiddies, a pint of ice cream.

In conclusion, Dusty Springfield is an excellent artist.

6/16/08

In keeping with traditional blog form, I thought I’d blog about my first real day at an office. And because y’all are fascinated with the mundaneness of my existence. Sarcasm, sarcasm.

So I got up early and made buckwheat pancakes for breakfast and read the Washington Post and New York Times because that is my custom but not the Wall Street Journal because quite frankly it is boring. On the front page of the Post was an article about “pharmacists with a conscience”, aka right wing nuts who refuse to stock condoms, Plan B, or the Pill because they think it’s abortion. Never mind the fact that a druggist’s job is to fill the damn prescription. My tirade on this utter ridiculousness can be found at the C.R.A.Blog.

Anyway, despite spilling iced coffee all over myself, I had a fairly successful first day. In the afternoon I sealed and stickered newsletters, while watching My Best Friend’s Wedding. Most. unrealistic. ending. ever. But I have a soft spot in my heart for movies set in Chicago in the ’80’s and 90’s (that’s my childhood!), so it was bearable. After work I went to Safeway for groceries, then came home and baked this wonderful rhubarb upside down cake. The recipe is Ruth Reichl’s (an excellent cook and writer) from the Gourmet Cookbook.

Then I began my formidable amount of summer homework. I was writing a summary of The Handmaid’s Tale, by Margaret Atwood, when I realized that it’s an amazing book. One of my favorites, in fact. Go read it, go on. Then we’ll talk about why pro-LIARs have no business whatsoever interfering in women’s private medical issues.

Listening to: Paper Planes by M.I.A.

Feeling: revolutionary

Reading: Necklace of Kisses by Francesca Lia Block

Hi Again

Hey folks, I’ve been away, attending to the endless rigors of the communication arts program. Anyway, I’m over at NARAL Pro-Choice Maryland writing their blog, so feel free to come check it out. And comment.

Since it’s summer, I’ll be posting a lot more. So for self-absorbed ramblings, come on over to the Curiosity Shop.

If you’ll excuse me, I have a patriarchy to smash.

Ta-ta.