"he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team. . ."

Hey, hey my glorious groundhogs!

Today Punxsutawney Phil predicted an early spring. . .whoo-hoo! 

http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/2011/0202/Punxsutawney-Phil-2011-will-see-early-spring.-Can-we-trust-a-groundhog

But, apparently the question is, ‘Can we trust a groundhog who couldn't really care one way or another whether or not he sees his shadow?”  Well I am.  I am so done with winter this year.  Seriously.  Done.  Usually I LOVE winter, but this year it just started snowing way too early and just hasn’t stopped.  Plus, not to sound like a senior citizen, but the cold really does mess with your aches and pains and in my case, my back.  So winter, you can go off and fornicate yourself cuz I’m done with you!

Off today, but got a few things to do.  Grocery shopping (eating healthy is expensive!), hair store, laundry, cleaning and keeping track of my foody points is another chore as well.  Tiffers brought us all home WW food diaries last night and I don’t like it.  Gonna just go buy me a notebook to keep it in, with the WW I feel too cramped in it, it’s so tiny!

This morning I just went simple with Special K vanilla almond cereal and a banana.  Yum!  Also, this morning there was some sort of fowl smelling hazelnut coffee already in the coffee pot and it made me sad.  No coffee for me today.  No idea what I’m gonna do for lunch, I’m going to make the WW chicken alfredo tonight for din-din.  The recipe sounds even better than how we usually make it. . .I’ll let ya know how it turns out. . .

So, I’m beginning to believe I have an ebay problem again.  Not good.  Let me begin by explaining my previous ebay problem.  When I got my first job and discovered ebay, I was a Goo Goo Dolls memorabilia/CD/random stuffs/concert ticket buying fool.  Well, one day I had to put a stop to it, haven’t been on ebay in years. . .until this year.  I did all my Christmas shopping online this year cuz my back wouldn’t allow me to walk the stores and stand in line for long periods of time.  So I ebay-ed a couple things.  Then when me and Tiffers started Bugglette’s ,I began buying buttons and ribbon.  Now. . .well now it’s turned into Bowie!buying.  I’ve bought so much Bowie and I just can’t stop!  And if I don’t win this Strangers When We Meet single (Outside album version, Buddha of Suburbia version and a live version of The Man Who Sold The World,) I’m just gonna die!  

I literally CANNOT do anymore Bowie!buying on ebay until I have weighed in on Friday.  Otherwise my reward of a Bowie CD will be pointless. . .cuz right now it still counts, the others I bought before I made that promise to myself, not this single of course (I’m bad I know!), but the others are not deal breakers.  And technically this is a single, not an album so I’m still in the clear right?  Right?  RIGHT?!?!?  Yeah, that’s what I thought.  You can’t judge me!

Well, I’ve gotta jump off here now and get a shower. . .I might be back laters to update my foodiness for the day. . .done now. . .  :)

PS  This blog brought to you by David Bowie’s All The Young Dudes.

PSS  One day, when I’m all skinnified, I’m gonna be able to do that high kick. . .to the face of my enemies!  Muhwahahahahahaha!!!!! 

UPDATE:  The WW chicken alfredo was awesome possum!  One mistake though, because I didn’t really know how to measure ounces, or have anything to measure ounces with, I made too much pasta and it was a little dry, but that just means left overs for tomorrow. . .bought bunches of yummy healthy foods today and a few new Healthy Choice meals I’ve never had before. . .gotta head back out to the kitchen and make my breakfast for in the morning.  I bought some turkey sausage today, never had that before either.  I have had ground turkey and thought it was absolute rubbish!  Yuck, yuck, yuck.  I personally just don’t like turkey anyway.  When I was little my dad used to buy it all the time and put it in Hamburger Helper (which we ate every night my mom had to work with corn and canned biscuits) and it was just nasty.  A few people have told me you just gotta season it right so I thought if I bought sausage with the sausage seasoning maybe I can stomach it.  Mix it with some egg whites and cheese, put it on these whole wheat bread thingys we got and it sounds pretty deelish in my mind. . .

I’ve still got 14 points left.  Might have me a little snack before I head to bed.  Still have quite a few things to do before I can go to bed.

Check out my little Bug watching her David Bowie.  She made a cozy little nook in my bedroom (which I’ve got to pick up) in front of the TV and watched Bowie until she literally could not keep her eyes open.  I finally had to tell her to go to bed, we can finish watching it tomorrow.

Well, I think that’s it for the day.  See ya tomorrow!

PSSS  I won the David Bowie CD, now I don't have to die!

"i miss your soup and i miss your bread, and a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead. . ."

Hey, hey my curious cactuses!

(We’ll get to cactuses later.)

Well, Tiffers lappytoppy be seriously dead so that means no photoshop which means no new blog for me just yet.  *whine!*  But soon. . .that means for now I’m going to have to use this one as a food blog for a bit, so let’s get it out of the way.  First of all, I don’t mean that to sound like, “oh, I don’t care,” because I do, it just sucks that when I was eating horribly I thought about food all day and now that I’m trying to control it, I still have to think about food all day.  *sigh* 

Got up early this morning to eat breakfast:  wheat bread, eggs, cheese, mustard, slice of ham and pineapple slices (which totally made me sad), cup of coffee and Sprite Zero later on, 7 points.  And my belly is full.  I need to eat lunch before I go to work, but the thought of food right now is oh so unappealing.  Last night when I went to bed I still had like 9 points I could eat, but there was no way in hell I was going to put one more piece of food in my mouth for fear of projectile vomiting.

Lunch is already planned: half a can of Progresso light chicken noodle soup and wheat bread, mozzarella cheese, tomato and basil sandwich.  Sounds totally awesome in my head, but my belly is totally objecting at the moment.  Hopefully by 2 o’clockish it will be hungry again.  I don’t get off work until 9 so din-din will probably be a Smart Ones and salad.

And I ABSOLUTELY have got to get a food journal ASAP!  I’ve just been writing it down on notebook paper and I keep losing the damn thing!  GRRR!  Lost it once yesterday, found it and between last night and this morning, I’ve lost it again. . .

Bug got her Labyrinth shirt in the mail yesterday and wore it to school today.  She was super excited this morning to go show it off!

The Bowie pic is from one of her fav songs in the movie.  It's awesome to hear to her sing, "your eyes can be so cruel, cruel, cruel!"  I’m going to wear mine to work today and when she comes home we’ll take Labyrinth t-shirt pictures.

Found me a new sexy Bowie song to play over and over until people hate me for it. . .Cactus.  Yes, when I first seen the title of the song and skipped over it because, “any song about a cactus is gonna be lame,” I was judging it by its ‘looks.’  And yes, it’s a Pixies’ cover, but The Pixies sing it all stalker-like and Bowie sings it like he wants to sex you up.  Llllooooovvvveeee it!  Even though when it very first starts I want to start singing, “I got a little change in my pocket going jingle lingle ling. . .”  (Gonna have to give that a listen today too.)  David Bowie and his skinny self singing it all sexy like. . .I need Heathen now!  But seriously, who is gonna bloody their hand on cactus tree?  That’s just painful and unsanitary and unnecessary and David Bowie is gonna do naughty things with your bloody dress.  As Tiffers said last night, “prance around in it.”  LOL  But I <3’s it.

And have you ever tried to grow a cactus?  I have.  And it died.  My grandmother got me one for my birthday and apparently even though it didn't need water that often, it needed water more often than I thought.  I did really good for awhile then one day it's like, "hey, my cactus all dried up and covered in dust!"  Giving it water then won't help.  Plus it's all prickly with needles (cuz it's a freakin cactus!) and those prickly things are owy when they come in contact with your skin because sometimes you forget it's a cactus and you just grab it.  Don't do that.  Seriously.  Don't do it.  And for goodness sakes, water it!    

Well, I’ve got to eat some lunch and get ready for work.  Done now. . . :)

PS  This blog brought to you by David Bowie’s Cactus.

"i'm standing in the wind, but i never wave bye-bye, but i try. . ."

Hello my gorgeous giraffes!

How ya’ll doing this cold, gloomy day?  Well, in Kentucky anyway.  This weekend was beautiful. . .we had the curtains drawn back, blinds pulled up, even a couple windows open. . .loved it!  Today it’s over cast and gray and cold. . .*sigh*

Well, today started the first official day of the Weight Watchers diet and I gotta tell ya, I’m not starving. . .at all.  In fact, I’m pretty damn full.  This weekend I ‘kind of’ tracked my points.  We joined Friday and decided to finish out the weekend and start on Monday (today) and while I did awesome Saturday, Sunday I blew it.  Saturday when I went to bed, I still had 5.5 points left, if I was counting Sunday, I probably wouldn’t have had any points to eat today! 

Sunday started out bad from start to finish.  I had hair to do and I had to get up early and run out and get some supplies.  While I meant to get up early and eat breakfast, I didn’t.  So while out at K-Mart  I thought, “I can grab some cheese sticks and eat one with my ziti Smart Ones.”  Got a small one, and my friend Heather bought breadsticks, from The Little Ceasars in K-Mart.  Get home, running late of course, trying to get all my supplies together, throw my meal in the microwave and get started on my color.  Heather and I decided to just let the kids have the cheese sticks since they were so small and we’d have the bread sticks.  Well, I steal a cheese stick cuz I’m super starving and because I walked by the table they were sitting on.  *sigh*  About an hour later I eat my meal, it’s cold, and one bread stick and another cheese stick.  Later that night we have chinese food and Tiffers and Chris brought home “this is the last time we can eat one of you in ever’ glazed, chocolate donuts.  Yum!  By the time I went to bed last night, I was so freakin’ full I thought I was gonna be sick.  It was awful.

The worst thing I’ve had today is this mega huge cup of coffee. . .

One cup of coffee with Splenda and 1 teaspoon of creamer is 0 points.  That is probably about 2 cups of coffee with 3 tiny packets of Splenda and about 3 teaspoons of creamer.  I’m gonna guesstimate that it’s more than 0, maybe 2 points.  This morning I was running late so I grabbed some coffee (which I didn’t even get to drink half of) a banana, a granola bar and this WW cake thingy; all together 4 points.  Ate the cake thingy in the car, half the banana at work and the granola bar is still in my purse (we were pretty darn busy!); I ate 2 points.  For lunch I had Progresso light chicken noodle soup, 6 saltine crackers and a 100 calorie package of sour cream Pringles; 9 points. 

Now that I’ve started counting this stuff, when I think about what I had been putting in my body it makes my belly hurt, literally.  We were eating AWFUL.   Today, I feel wonderful.  Yes, wonderful because I’m making a very important lifestyle change, but also because I got my Stigmata soundtrack in the mail today!  Whoo-hoo!!!

It’s got David Bowie’s The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell special Stigmata mix.  It kicks hella ass.  Since then I’ve bought this special edition, Japanese import of Hours that has a bonus cd, all together 27 tracks and guess what, it’s got 3 mixes of The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell. . .oh well, can’t ever have too much Bowie.  I bought this one before I made the promise to myself if I lose weight in my first week of WW I would buy me a Bowie CD, which I still totally plan on doing, so I didn’t reward myself early.

Well. . .think I'm done now. . .  :)

PS  The blog brought to you by David Bowie’s Modern Love. . .I’ve had this song in my head ALL DAY!

PSS  He does the ‘drunk uncle’ at 3:11.

PSSS  It kinda freaks me out that his hair is the same color as his suit.

PSSSS  Tiffers is gonna make me a food blog!  

"love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves. . ."

Hey, hey my blog readers!

Big news today. . .I joined Weight Watchers and am uber excited about it!  Me, my mom and Tiffers all joined together so we’ve got a great support system already. . .all this PointsPlus stuff is a bit overwhelming at first, but once I’ve read all the literature that comes with it, I so got this!  The biggest problem I think I’ll have at the moment is exercise.  I’m very limited on what I can do at the moment because of my crappy back so it looks like it’s only going to be the treadmill for awhile. . .

I’ve already decided too, that I am going to buy an uber cool food journal and an uber cool pen only to be used in my food journal.  I read somewhere this helps because it keeps you interested and your attention. . .I mean, what girly girl doesn’t enjoy pretty stationary and pens!  And Tiffers and I have already jazzed up our little calculator thing with Hello Kitty stickers.  We might even bedazzle it!  LOL

My goal is very small at the moment.  Just make it through the first week, abiding by my target, and if I lose anything, I’m talking a pound here, I’m gonna be ecstatic!  And as my reward, I’m gonna march my chubby self across the mall, into FYE and I’m buying me some Bowie.   So far I’ve just been getting music off itunes and watching on it youtube, but I’m old school, I like CD’s and albums. . .sounds pretty awesome to me. . .and this is what I really want:

And Sara and Summer are supporting me all the way from Washington!  {{{hugs from Kentucky!}}}

So yeah. . .be prepared to hear me talking/whining/screaming/completely over joyed about food.

Randomness that happened earlier.  I had a cup of coffee that got cold.  I put in the microwave for a bit then forget about it.  Heat it back up again and head back to my bedroom to read through my WW books. . .I’ve been out ALL day and my leg is VERY owy so I grab a trusty vicodin, break it in half, pop it in my mouth and grab my cup of coffee to wash it down with. . .only my coffee is hot like the bowels of hell!  It’s liquid hot magma (said in the Dr. Evil voice) on my tongue and I spit the coffee and my vicodin back into my cup.  Now, I don’t have insurance, I pay for all my prescriptions out of pocket, just had it refilled today, there was no way I was wasting that thing.  So I let my coffee cool down and I drank it. . .tasted like pure sin at the bottom, but I wasn’t dumping that down the sink!

Done now. . .

PS  this blog brought to you by David Bowie/Queen’s Under Pressure with Gail Ann Dorsey.  She tears it up!  And Bowie and his one dance, 1:29, cracks me up. . .I love it!

PSS after talking with Tiffers, I think we’ve decided that we’ll just get the food diary thingy through weight watchers and go old school:  put a collage of awesome things on it then cover it in clear tape.   :D  still getting an uber cool pen though. . .

"don't stay in a sad place where they don't care how you are, everyone says 'hi'. . ."

Hey hey my leaping lilies!

How ya’ll doing this gorgeous day?  Well I hope it’s gorgeous where you are anyway. . .we’re freezing and covered in snow.  The snow is beautiful, but I am so over this winter.  Done.  These poor kids are going to be going to school until July. . .but a great way to wake up in the morning is your 6 year old sister blaring from her room Strangers When We Meet. . . that made my grumpy owy morning much better.

So, let’s get the Bowie!bits over with. . .not because I’m trying to drop him like trash, cuz that’s just insane to even think , but because I know Tiffers is reading this and is probably sighing in annoyance that I’ve brought the Bowie up again. . .but here it is.  I had the craziest Bowie dream!  Granted, I did take a little something something last night before I went to bed so I could actually sleep AND I did fall asleep with A Reality Tour still playing on the tv, but this dream was crazy!

Here goes:  Bowie and I were at my Granny’s house, only it wasn’t my Granny’s house.  It was big, 2 stories and dirty.  Not like ‘I’m a hoarder and I’ve got a million cats’ dirty, just cluttered and dusty.  My first thoughts are that this is most definitely NOT my Granny’s house, her house is immaculate.  Everything is always in it’s place and you can put on a white glove and run your fingers along every inch of her house and find nothing.  So I’m confused already and my Granny says, “I’ve made chicken for dinner.”  Yum!  We sit down to eat and Bowie needs ketchup for his chicken so my Granny brings him a new bottle and he’s struggling to pull the little tab off the top.  He does, finally after an amusing few moments, and proceeds to jump half the bottle on top of his chicken so that it’s like soup.  Yuck!  And he eats it.  Double yuck!

Well, it’s getting time to leave and my Granny’s place was crawling with people I’d never met before and I can’t find my purse.  I’m convinced someone has stolen it.  My Granny and I search upstairs and find it stuffed under a mattress and you can tell that it’s been rummaged through but I really can’t find anything missing.  We go back downstairs and Bowie is in the kitchen with my Grandpa who is explaining the house is so dirty because they are remodeling, which makes sense now.  Awesome.  But what’s weird is Bowie has their refrigerator pulled from the wall and acting as a mechanic.  But he still looks all Bowie-fied with a neatly pressed suit, shiny shoes and perfect hair. 

(Kinda like this. . .only without the large ‘Bowie’ in lights, we already who he is.)  Weird.  And that’s when I wake up. . .

Remember a few blogs ago I made the comment that I didn’t enjoy my coffee anymore?  Well I think I now know why.  I’ve become a coffee snob.  I never thought I would say that because for the longest time, to me coffee was coffee was coffee.  Put some Splenda in it, a little creamer and I’m good to go.  Not anymore.  Around Christmas time, I bought my dad this deelish Starbucks caramel flavored coffee.

After that, the whole house began experimenting with various types of coffee and flavors.  I remember thinking, “this is getting crazy, I miss plain ‘ol regular coffee.”  Well, we went back and that’s when my problem began.  This morning I notice that we have Starbucks caramel flavored coffee again and it is so freakin’ deelish, it almost brought tears to me eyes.  I’ve had two cups already and am tempted tomake another pot so I can have some more. . .yeah, I’m such a coffee snob now.  Don’t gimme that ‘Foldgers in your cup’ line anymore, give me Starbucks!!

Done now. . .

PS  This blog brought to you by David Bowie’s Everyone Says ‘Hi’

PSS  doesn’t he look so pimp is his little coat?!

"i found the secrets i found gold, i found you out before you grow old. . ."

Hey hey my little bumble bees!

(Don’tcha just love my terms of endearment?)

Just got home a bit ago. . .uber tired.  Sleeping in a chair sucks. . .thinking about a little nap later, but I’m pretty sure that won’t happen, but a nap is always nice to think about right?  Work was super slow, tips sucked.  But I made enough to get a couple packages in the mail and buy the stuffs to make tater tot casserole. . .yum-o!

I’ve finally made the decision to join Weight Watchers.  There was once a point in my life when it was like, “I’m fat.  I’m happy with myself.  If you don’t like, you can go and fuck yourself.”  The end.  Now it’s not a matter of being happy with myself, cuz let’s face it, I am adorable chubby (lol), but my health is suffering because of it.  Yeah, my fat didn’t make me have a shitty back, genetics did, but it doesn’t help.  Plus I’m turning 29 this year and dammit, I want a jumpy house for my b-day and I don’t want to look like a big ‘ol cow jumping up and down in it!  Yeah, I’m renting a jumpy house for my b-day. . .don’t be jealous!  Going to sign up Friday so this will be the last time I can ever enjoy tater tot casserole guilt free. . .but it’ll be totally worth it.

As for my b-day, this is going to be the last b-day party I ever want to have.  Twenty-nine is it!  Maybe I’ll have another one if I make it to 80, then I’ll celebrate my 30^th. . .until then, 20 foreva!

On the Bowie home front, just bought the Stigmata soundtrack off ebay today. . .yays! 

Stigmata is one of my ALL TIME fav movies.  Like in ever.  Somehow, and don’t ask me how, when this movie came out in ’99, miraculously our family tv could get all the pay-per-view channels for free.  Imagine that!  And these were the days (I don’t know it still might be) when you ordered a movie, you could watch it all day and Stigmata happened to be one of those movies and I watched that movie 24/7 until it went off pay-per-view, it was also one of the very first DVDs I ever bought for myself.  Gabriel Byrne is so deelish.  *sigh*  

Anyway while browsing through Bowie music, I noticed that he had a song on the soundtrack and when I listened to it I immediately knew where it was in the movie. . .well, the one in the movie is a special mix that apparently you can only get on the soundtrack, haven’t been able to find it anywhere else.  So I broke down and bought it today. . .can’t wait to get it!

I love the original version. . .Bowie has that 90’s gritty grunge rock sound to his voice, kinda reminds me of Eddie Vedder a bit, but still in a Bowie way if that makes any sense. . .

Really getting into making my hair bows again.  I’ve got new inspiration and am watching a ton of stuff on ebay, which is kinda bad.  I had a really awful ebay habit back in the day and I can feel it creeping up on the back of my neck again.  I bought so much pointless musical stuff on there. . .it was totally worth it though.  Music is life for me so in a way, it was like buying food that never expires. . .

Done now. . .

PS.  This blog brought to you by David Bowie’s The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell. . .

"i'm resentful for we're strangers when we meet. . ."

Hello my lovelies!

I’m so bored tonight. . .I’ve made like 20 hair bows and I am so tired of ribbon.  Also been watching season 2 of Fringe and am slowly catching up.  Yes, yes I know that once upon a time I said Fringe was just an X-Files rip off and while they are similar, they are not the same.  (I loved how they snuck a clip of the X-Files episode Dreamland into the first episode of season 2.)  It is similar enough however, that once I gave it a real chance (I did attempt to watch a few episodes when it premiered) I actually like it.  I’m on disc 2 of season 2 and watched the new episode tonight and even though there were some spots I’m totally confused about, I followed along pretty good.  Yay for me!

I was off today. . .hence my bored-ness.  I love having days off, but rarely ever have anything planned for them anymore.  And it’s snowy and cold outside anyway. . .which is why I’ve been so crafty lately.  Bows, bracelets, buttons, writing.  It’s kept my time occupied pretty well and doesn’t strain my back too bad.

AAAHHH!!! 

Enough of this small talk already, the real reason I’m back is to talk about David Bowie some more since my last blog was so long I didn’t want to bore you. . .

Here’s a little insight into our home being taken over by Bowie. . .dad plays school with Bug all the time.  Normally it consists of him reading the newspaper and her babbling on about numbers and folders and how there is always one bad student in the class, Craig, our dog.  Dad usually doesn’t have to say much, just nod his head and answer a question every once in a while.  Well today it was school of Bowie.  Bug’s got the CD player on with her Bowie mix CD and she’s shuffling through it and dad has to “name that Bowie song!” or in some cases give the next lyric.  He’s failing.

Also apparently I’m getting on people’s nerves with Strangers When We Meet, but I seriously cannot help it.  It’s my special Bowie!crack, I need it.  I’ve been trying not to listen to it so much on iTunes because the count is really getting up there, we’re talking like 80 times here.  That doesn’t count the 30 times I’ve watched the video and the bazillion times I’ve listened to it on my ipod and in the car.  I literally have the video open in a tab on my computer at all times this way every time I walk by it, I can watch it.  And yes, I did stay up until 3 am last night making screen caps of the video, but I was gonna be up until 3 anyway so there!  You can’t judge me!

I’m resentful for we’re strangers when we meet. . .

Yes I know he has a massive catalogue of music out there, but my personal fav Bowie is 90’s Bowie on.  He’s got those lovely 80’s albums too, but I just can’t seem to get into 70’s Bowie. . .at all.  And I’ve tried, oh how I’ve tried, but some of that stuff is just way out there. . .I am getting Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars: The Motion Picture and I will watch it in it’s entirety and make my final decision on 70’s Bowie soon. 

I’ve watched 2 of his older movies recently, The Hunger and The Man Who Fell to Earth.  I watched The Hunger first and it made me sad that Bowie was only in like what, the first 30ish minutes.  He plays a super posh vampire. . .

. . .but something strange happens and he begins to age.  Very rapidly.  We’re talking wrinkles, liver spots, hair loss to corpse in 10 minutes. 

So not believable.    First of all Bowie hasn’t aged since he turned 45, he has an impeccably lush thick head of hair that will never leave him and these vampires didn’t sparkle at all.  At all.  Not even a shine.  We all know that vampires sparkle.  Jeez. . .

Now, The Man Who Fell To Earth.  Seriously, what the fuck was that?!  Other than the fact that David Bowie was pretty in that movie I didn’t get anything.  Well I mean I got the most basic plot (if basic is ‘David Bowie is an alien sent to Earth to sell bunches of rings to pawn shops to make money to pay a lawyer to get patents on their planets advanced technology that he’s written down on tracing paper so he can make more money to build a mega spaceship that will send him back to his home planet with water from Earth because they are in a drought’ basic then yeah, I got that), then I went to the Wikipedia and it explained the rest, but what. . .the. . .fuck?  That movie seriously creeped me out.  First of all, I never need to see Rip Torn in the buff again.  Not that it was on my list of things to see before I die, but now that I have, once was most definitely enough.  There was so much 70’s nakedness. . .so. . . much. . .70’s. . . nakedness.  But Bowie looked absolutely gorgeous.  Great hair, expensive looking sunglasses, very soft spoken, well manicured nails. . .he looked other worldly so it was easy to believe he was an alien. 

But then when he took his disguise off. . .wha?  What? 

I also never need to see that again.  No butt crack.  Think about that for awhile.  And they did all these tests on him and just let him go?  He’s a freakin’ alien from another planet!  The government wouldn’t just let him go!  But as Tiffers said, “Maybe they were just done with him.”  *sigh*  Leave it to her to be right in one sentence when I defended my argument with a monologue!  Then when it showed the aliens getting it on covered in this oatmeal looking stuff, I almost had to turn it off.  But I stuck it out.  So the government lets him go, lets him keep all these billions of dollars and he decides to make an album so that someday his family on the other planet can hear it on the radio.  But they be dead cuz you didn’t send ‘em no water you selfish, drunken sex/tv addict!  But he looked very sad and ashamed and adorably broken at the end so I forgave him.

Although if you've ever wondered what David Bowie looks like without clothes, this is the one you need to watch cuz it's all there for your viewing pleasure.

Started watching the second season of The Hunger that Bowie hosted, but I’ve only watched maybe the first 15 minutes. . .it was kinda gross.  He performed self surgery on his arm for art.  Yuck.

Well, I think I’m all Bowie-ed out for the night. . .gotta be to work early and while I know I won’t sleep I’m gonna go to chair now (remember I don’t sleep in a bed anymore) and watch some Fringe.

Done now. . .

PS.  This blog is once again brought to you by Bowie’s Strangers When We Meet. . .deal with it.  lol

PPS.  Bug came in and actually sat down and watched the SWWM video in it’s entirety, very quietly I might add.  Then asked to watch it again and this happened.  “Oh my gosh!  Look at his little face!  Look at his little mustache!  Look at his little eyebrows!  He is so hot!  Look at his manly muscles!  I want to marry him.  Look at his muscles!  Why does that girl look like a doll?  Look at his muscles!  Can I kiss your computer screen?  Look at his muscles!”