Why I don't like winter in CNY

There are a multitude of reasons to hate winter in Central New York. But here we are just going to explore my self involved reasons for this hatred.

1. It's killing my social life. Every time I want to do something or I want "Company" it snows like a bitch and no one wants to come out and play!

2. Hats. I love hats!! I'm always wearing hats and I have so many of them it's outrageous. I also have sunglasses to match every single one of my hats, not joking I have coordinated sunglass and hat sets, really really. But here's where I take issue with the hats. I can't style my hair if I'm going to wear a hat because the hat smooshes my hair down so that it's not spiky, even with the evil glue anything together Garnier Gel that I use. And if I don't style my hair and wear a hat it makes my short hair mold to my head so that I look like a cancer patient! Wtf is it with cold weather that makes my hair go all weird? Now I either have to let my little noggin freeze to look cute or just consign myself to wearing a hat for a full day and pray to god there's no occasion to warrant it's removal from my flat hair.

3. No one on the planet looks good in this many layers of clothing! And you can't see not 1 of my damn tattoo's, I look normal eeeewwwwwwwww!!!!!

4. I hate being inside this much but I hate the outside more at this time of year. Seriously, I can't stand being cooped up but my sincere all encompassing hatred for being cold and wet beats the dislike for being cooped up every time.

5. Being single in the winter sucks. If you have a partner it's awesome! There's the anticipation of snuggling close under the blanket and watching TV or the fun stuff that can happen under the blanket or the fun stuff that happens after the fun stuff under the blanket! There's hot cocoa with them and fun stuff snuggled under blankets and fun stuff after the fun stuff under the blankets. Ok so I'm a bit preoccupied with the blanket, do you get my point? There's no fun or fun under blankets if your single. And I don't know about all the other single people but it makes me hostile as fuck! It's like adding insult to injury in the thousandth fold.

6. The unending wet spot on the floor that you never see till you step in it in your socks. It doesn't matter if you take your shoes off at the door. That melting snow will find it's way to the middle of the floor somehow and lay in wait for you to come walking through in your socks and attack! And it ALWAYS happens once your little sock feet are dry! Never freaking fails. I hate having wet socks, I don't like things touching my feet and I can't stand stepping on or in things. So the whole wet spot on the floor, I'm guessing bothers me more than most other people.

7. It sucks having something go wrong with your vehicle and no guy to stand in the cold to fix it for you. True story, the other day my battery was going dead and I went to Autozone to get a replacement because it was under warranty. I didn't realize the parts guys couldn't take it out and I'm deathly afraid of the battery because of an unfortunate event from my past. All the guy customers heard what was going on and there was a particularly cute guy that kept staring at me and smiling. Don't ya know the cute guy started to speak, looked outside at the snow avalanching out of the sky and the wind blowing and promptly shut his mouth smiled and walked out. You could see the thought process! It went something like this " Wow she's cute, wouldn't mind getting to see her naked. Oh wait she needs help, here's my chance. Nope it's snowing and cold fuck that maybe I'll see her in the summer." So I had to call Steven to come rescue me but he was already back home in Auburn so it was a bit of a wait. If there were a guy significant other this wouldn't have been an issue.

8. Falling. Ice and snow are not a friend to the uncoordinated. Anyone that knows me knows that I have a serious inability to stay upright for too long, especially on a flat stable surface. I trip over air and gravity checks me every 5 minutes or so. I spend the 6 months of winter falling on my ass continually and usually in front of either a cute guy or a crowd. Or if I look really cute, if it's a cute day then I'm destined to fall down epically.

9. Driving becomes it's own Olympic winter sport. It's impossible to drive normal in this weather I get that. But then you come across those assholes that want to come to a complete fucking stop on an icy bridge on 81 from 55 mph to let in an idiot who got in the wrong lane and would've waited to get over but this jackass just caused 5 people behind him heart attacks because stopping fast in the winter is no longer an option.

10. Every single person in Central New York is in an epic foul mood because of 1 or more of the above listed reasons or one of those that I chose not to list such as snow plows, shoveling or frozen snot. We are a pretty aggressive and angry lot anyways but winter just brings out the worst in us. Every where you go there is a homicidal person on the brink.

Ok those are my reasons for hating winter here, thanks for letting me vent. I'm gonna go find that asshole that made me stop on 81 or the jackass from the parts store and beat them bloody now.
Till next time faithful readers,

BEX

5.

It's been a minute? Feels like a lifetime.

I haven't written in a week and a half, my apologies. Although it probably seems much longer to me than the people I annoy by constantly posting about my blog, lol! I've honestly had a bunch of ideas for blogs but every time I've sat to write it hasn't flowed as it usually does. I've been trying to figure out why it hasn't been coming to me and then I realized I was trying too hard to find things of interest to you. That's where I fucked up, to put it bluntly. Not that I don't care about what you would like to read here, please don't ever think that! But this is my blog page and generally your here reading this because of an active interest in me, the funny way that my mind works or my strange little perceptions of the world around me. So I'm sitting at the laptop and just writing what ever comes into my mind. If your bored by this, go away. Seriously, there's the door, use it. If intrigued about where this little path goes then let us link arms and adventure in together ;)

Dating sites are not necessarily working out for me I think. I'm fast getting frustrated and bored with that particular experience. I always say "Try everything twice, that way your sure you either like or dislike it." Well this was the second time that I tried it and yeah, not so much. Pretty sure that I don't like it. Now I'm not completely lost on it, I've met a couple cool people. But for the 4 cool people that I've met, I've gotten 400 bad experiences. I still want to know what kind of "Science" they're using. I don't consider random a science and that seems to be their method,lol. And I haven't heard or seen anything from my 7ft knitting, polka dancing Muslim lately either, oh how my dreams of true love are shattered by this!! Prince Charming has run away, what ever shall I do??

Ya know what I don't get at all? How come it's so hard to meet someone? I don't mean like "Meeting someone" I mean like how come it's so hard to chat someone up and then get them to either agree to a meet or get them to ask you out if they are obviously interested? What's that about?? Your interested, I'm interested, let's get together have a cup of coffee or a beer we will see where it goes from there but let's at least get that first step out of the way!! This is my way of thinking about it: Ok we've chatted, there's an active interest in each other as far as your breathing, I'm breathing and it doesn't seem to annoy either of us. Let's get the meet and greet out of the way so that I can figure out if I potentially want to fuck you or have a beer with you or both. Because, yes this is honestly how I categorize people in my head and I'm not happy until I figure out where your place is in my mind. Also I like to figure this out rather quickly because then I can either expend my energy or conserve it depending on your category. Your honestly not paying any attention to what I'm saying, your sitting there trying to figure out what category I've got you in, aren't you?? LOOK RABID BUNNIES.... okay now that your back to paying attention to me.

I was thinking earlier this week about love. I was looking at everyone around me and I was honestly wondering why we are constantly searching for love when all it does is cause confusion, pain and financial woes out the ass. The human race is nothing but a bunch of freakin lemmings, man. We see the precipice and just go right on running for the edge as fast as our little lemming legs will take us! I watch my friends that are in seemingly happy relationships but it's honestly one sided. I watch couples that put on the happy facade but both are miserable. And then I see the largest group of people. The ones that have had their hearts broken into millions of pieces, the ones that love has destroyed completely, the devastated majority.

We say we aren't looking for love. We cover it up with clever little lies and pretty little cliches but it all comes down to the simple fact that we are still searching for someone to share time with. We aren't lemmings, we're junkies. We jones for that feeling of being with someone, the butterflies when your first meeting, the tingles on your lips from the first kisses, the euphoria and dizziness of closeness. Because with that person the past is erased and right then there are endless possibilities and it's physically, emotionally intoxicating. It's delicious that level of intoxication. I honestly don't look for someone to spend forever with and all that jazz. I go out actively looking for the guy that makes my lips tingle and makes me dizzy. That to me is much more interesting. After thinking of it that way, it made me temporarily less cynical about love. Give me a couple days and I'll be back to my usual self lol!

I'm really hating this weeks snow storm here in NY. Not because it's a bitch to drive in, not because it's cold, not because I have to warm up the truck 20 minutes before I want to go anywhere. These are all very valid reasons however my self involved reason that I hate winter is because it's hindering my social patterns. Nobody wants to come out and play!! I'm bored out of my mind and no one will come occupy my time. No one wants to go out and have drinks or do anything. Wtf is that? I can't live like this for the next 6 months! It's been 2 days and already I feel like a minute is an eternity. I'm gonna go crazy by 1 January! All work, no play equals a bloggin Bex. So for your own sanity, it's in your best interest to amuse me lol. Especially now that all my fave tv shows are on hiatus, this is going to give me ALLOT of free time!

Alright faithful readers, my attention span has..look something shiny!!!

BEX

You, Yes you there reading so intently. Today I speak only to you.

Hey! How's everything spinning in your world? I don't believe we have chatted in awhile so I want to take the time and catch up with you. See, I know that I write here every couple of days but mostly I'm writing about things happening in the Universe, little things that I notice or things that really irk me to no end, etc. And I know that your there reading it but it's just you reading and me writing, so I feel that we should connect together today in a more intimate way, you & I. Because let's be honest if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here in this little corner of the Cyberverse. There's a bunch of things I bet you don't know and that you'd never guess in a million years! For instance, Did you know that I think about you? Sure I do! I think about you all the time! I'm always wondering what you'd like me to write about. Or if I see something particularly funny, I giggle harder because I know that your going to giggle about it. There are certain things that I come across that I take very seriously and I write about them because I want you to stop and think about them too. Yes it's a place for me to write about my feelings, thoughts, musings however, I take it very seriously that at some point I may touch your life in some poignant way. You touch my life in a very poignant way just by reading this page as faithfully as you have been since I began blogging here a few months ago and even before that on Myspace. It honestly means the World to me just the thought that I can make you smile or that something I write will make you stop and ponder. There is one tiny favor that I will ask from you though. Because I put so much thought into you, I would honestly like to know who you are aside from the image I have in my head. Please if you would start leaving me comments, you don't actually have to be a member to comment on my blog, but I will ask if you please to include a name as it will just show up as "Anonymous" however if you don't feel comfortable I don't necessarily need a name, it would just be a bonus. But it's because I want to know YOU. You already know so much about me and I feel as if I know very little about you. I like you, very much! But as with everything I always hunger to know more! Too much is never enough, as my buddy Ryan says.

I'm not one of those blogs on here that has 151 followers officially listed, "Officially" I have 3, LOL. But I like to think of myself as an "indie blog". I'm more Cannes than Hollywood, but I like it that way because it keeps you and I closer. Not that I'm saying to not tell your friends to read my musings! Hell no!! Tell them to get on here right away and start reading damn it, what're you waiting for?? I like seeing my views number jump up because let's be honest with each other, I'm pretty self involved. But no matter how many views I have, it's still me writing just for you. Yep just you. When I sit down to write I have just you in mind, not 10,20,or 30 people. It's just you and I sitting down to have a chat. I write the same way that I speak, so I hope that every time you and I sit down together that you hear my high voice and the quick staccato cadence in my voice, my pauses and all the emotions that I put into this, my sadness, exasperation, my anger, my laughter. I hope that you are getting ALL of that. You and I are pretty close. Even if your down the block or on the other side of the world. Which segues nicely into my next point about you and I.

There are the "You's" out there that are reading me from Russia, Netherlands, France and Singapore. I have other countries also, but you 4 seem to be reading me regularly. Well I would like to first say "Thank You" it's just too cool in my mind that you and I are chatting regularly! It's beyond cool to me! Again though I would like to know more about you, please feel free to leave me a comment because I would like it very much.

Well Faithful Reader, It was a long night at work and I have some things to accomplish before crashing for the day, so as always,

Till next time,
Yours Always
BEX!

Touching up your kids school pictures and other CNN stories

I was actually going to write a cynical blog about the holidays until I saw a story on CNN about touching up your kids school pictures. Yep Yep, You now have the option to touch up the school photos of your children. Really?? Seriously?? How far are we as a society going to take this media driven need for physical perfection? News Flash World: NOBODY IS PERFECT!! Nor should they feel the need to be. Part of the fun of school pictures is remembering how goofy you were growing up! Of course I have 2 of the worst kids for that because it is a guarantee that if it's the first day of school or picture day, one or both will have a black eye or stitches. Guaranteed. I think maybe one year has passed that I've gotten pictures free of major injuries. There was a man that commented on this story on CNN that stated "I had major acne growing up and I wish they had the retouch option so I wouldn't have to be reminded of this." Well guess what sunshine, just because the picture doesn't show the acne doesn't erase it from yours or anyone else's memories. You still had the acne. What will our kids think if we are retouching their photos? Will they think that we are not satisfied with their looks, or that their physical aesthetic is less than pleasing to us as parents? Unbelievable amounts of shallow are represented by these assholes that choose to do this. If you choose this option have fun 10 years from now when your kid is on the Biggest Loser for eating their feelings of inexplicable failure and washing it down with 20 cheeseburgers.

Now their saying that scientists may have made a breakthrough discovery in a drug that erases memory. Many people commenting on this are bringing up the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind. I know of the movie but have never actually seen it. This whole story worries me. They are all ready stating that this drug would be used for people that have suffered traumatic events. But who decides an event is traumatic enough or has done enough damage to a person to warrant having their memory erased? And what consequences do we physically suffer from having this happen. If we forget our past how do we learn from it to keep it from repeating? And as individuals how will be held accountable for personal responsibility if we are allowed to erase past events? It's all very ethically questionable and I don't agree. Although I would be quite agreeable if they would use this new technology to erase stupid from people. Or if we can erase stuff from a persons mind, can we also theoretically add things? Like the common sense to shut your pie hole when feeling the need to spout some unintelligent nonsense? Or how about the ability to stop yourself from making an uninformed ignorant comment on a subject that you have no knowledge of. Ya know what if modern science could accomplish this I'm all for it!

Stay tuned Faithful Readers a scathing look at Holidays is up next!

Till next time,
Bex!

Airport Security and the pesky protesters

I can only take partial credit for this blog as it was a request from my mom, Gale Ann. So let's talk about this new Airport security thing shall we? My dad was just on a rant about them patting down a gramma. And everyone is up in arms and protesting loudly about this new full body scan that their implementing in Airports everywhere. But my thought is, If you have nothing to hide and it doesn't take any longer than the old way then why bitch? I'd rather have 10 seconds of your privacy violated then blow up mid-flight asshole! I got news for you, terrorists don't wear name tags that say Hello My Name is Al-Quaeda! And hey guess what? Yep their finding terrorist sleeper cells and sympathizers all the time! So theoretically that little 90 year old Grandma may have a Muslim extremist for a grandkid that she feels is being wronged by the government and she's gonna make it right by blowing up a flight full of vacationers. Nope, no thanks. What's wrong with these people? Isn't the safety of our air travel more important as a Nation then offending 10 seconds of your delicate sensibilities? And ya know what, these bleeding heart liberal protesting fucks are the first ones to form a lynch mob for the government when we let a terrorist slip by and they blow something up. And ya know what else? Half of these loud mouth pesky protesters don't even fly regularly because if they did they'd realize that these new security measures actually make going through airport security faster and easier! Well hell dude, I fly about 6 times a year I'm all about easier. Not to mention the fact that if you get your ticket from a 3rd party website or someone buys your ticket for you, you automatically get a trip to the nazi security lane. I've been getting molested by TSA Security for years, trust me you get use to it. However I do believe as a courtesy the TSA should offer the option of choosing who your molester is. If I'm going to get molested 6 ways till Sunday I want the hot person not the creepy old fucker. Give me a choice man!!

To all you whiny, sissy, belly aching, crying, pesky protesters my answer is Don't fucking fly! If it bothers you that much, then simply don't fly. Take a bus, train, drive! But please don't fly because I'd rather know that my flight is safe from those pesky terrorist underwear bombs!

Till Next Time,
BEX!

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total rejection of established laws and institutions.
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anarchy, terrorism, or other revolutionary activity.
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total and absolute destructiveness, esp. toward the world at large and including oneself: the power-mad nihilism that marked Hitler's last years.
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Philosophy .
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an extreme form of skepticism: the denial of all real existence or the possibility of an objective basis for truth.
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nothingness or nonexistence.
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( sometimes initial capital letter ) the principles of a Russian revolutionary group, active in the latter half of the 19th century, holding that existing social and political institutions must be destroyed in order to clear the way for a new state of society and employing extreme measures, including terrorism and assassination.
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annihilation of the self, or the individual consciousness, esp. as an aspect of mystical experience.
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Original ideas and the lack of them in modern cinema

I had a discussion with Ray, my tattoo guy when he was doing my Chaos & Candy ink. And I've recently had this same discussion with Dave and my mom, so now it's time to get it in a blog.

True Grit, Willy Wonka, Hellraiser, Nightmare on Elm St, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Dawn of the Dead, House on Haunted Hill, Hills have eyes, etc. The list goes on and on with remakes and soon to be remakes. Are you honestly telling me that with all the talented screenwriters, directors, producers that not one of them has an original idea for a movie? All the new books and not one merits a screenplay? If they can make a new chick flick every 30 seconds it seems then why can't someone come up with a new horror flick and stop remaking my favorite ones? Some of the remakes, I've truly enjoyed. Dawn of the Dead was a brilliant remake and it stayed pretty true to the original as did Hills Have Eyes. But others just piss me off till I'm in an indignant fury. I feel as if these remake assholes are dismissing the brilliance and creativity that went into the original films. They negate the originals by choosing to do it better. Speaking from a cinephile stand point, I do not want my movies remade better!! I like my movies the way they were originally made. Example of a remake that made me want to trek across the country to beat a remaker into a bloody mess. My Bloody Valentine was one of my favorite slasher flicks of all time. It really set a precedent in the genre. I mean that was the first time you saw a dismembered head in a clothes dryer! How fucking cool was that one scene! In the remake they changed the damn story line so that it was more "psychological". I don't want psychological I want bloody true to form slasher gore! And they took out the head in the dryer scene, WTF??? If your going to remake these awesome films please leave in the best gory scenes.

There are other films that I just plain out refuse to watch. They are remaking True Grit and Hellraiser. Anything that had The Duke in it should NEVER be remade, EVER!! John Wayne was a cinematic GOD! The people that thought it was okay to remake his greatest film should be boiled alive in hot oil. Hellraiser was mine. I had everyone of the movies, posters, the coat, mask, etc. Clive Barker is not only an excellent writer but an awesome director. Those movies are incredible! I will not watch the remakes of my favorite films especially not after the Charlie & the Chocolate Factory debacle. Tim Burton needs to be slapped for that.

I can understand remaking a film that's 50 years old. Well okay I can understand the thought pattern behind remaking a 50 year old film because of the new cinematic technology but i don't agree with it. If someone remade Metropolis I wouldn't watch it because the original silent movie is very poignant. But my question is why are they remaking movies that aren't even that old? Why remake a 15 year old movie? Why not remake something from 1934? Actually Hollywood, just stop stealing other peoples ideas and go get one of your own. I'm tired of you fucking up my movies.

Till next time faithful readers,
Bex