The look alikes?

Picture it, me walking out of a Blockbuster, at noon, standing in the way too hot sun waiting for the lights to turn when I see these two men in a vehicle right beside me at the lights who are looking at me as if they might recognize me, two guys who looked a hell of alot like two major WWE stars.

This is impossible right?   I mean, really now, even if this was the real Morrison and Gabriel, what the hell would they be doing here? 

Even if by chance it was the real deal and they were using the main street as a shortcut to another city, which is the only thing that this city is good for, why would they be looking towards where I was?  Okay, I was standing at the corner right in front of the Burger King-Tim Hortons parking lot. And yes, I know I'm the wrestling blogger everyone loves to hate and hates to love, but guys that far up the food chain would not know who I am... would they?

Must have been a couple of look alikes.  That's my theory.  That or the heat and sun made me hallucinate two guys who looked like them.
Yes, lets go with the look alike idea, because if I were going to hallucinate two WWE superstars, I'd have hallucinated Sheamus and Wade Barrett whom I have a crush on.

Another sleepless night

Dear Spudguns:

Been having alot of these lately.  Total insomnia.  
Something else that has been bothering me, my right foot.    It swelled up two days ago for no reason and no matter what I do, I can not seem to get the swelling to go down.  Having issues just wearing a runner never mind trying to wear nice shoes/boots. 
No, I did not do anything to my foot just woke up the other day with it swollen and it's been like it ever since.  Odd don't you think?

I've been needing to get a new printer and so far I've had little luck with the chore.  The heat here has been unbearable again.  Sitting at what seems like a constant +29c with a humidex of +34c. Totally sucks as you know I'm useless in this heat.

We had a New Moon last night.  Getting ready for the next Mercury Retrograde in a few days.  So expect alot of issues with communication, electronics, traffic etc. The usual stuff that hampers life with merc-retro.   I'll have to do a repost later about that planet situation.
I've gotten too far away from my studies when it comes to this sort of stuff.  Like everything else, after over twenty years of being into it all, I've lost the taste for much of it.

Okay, going to try sleeping on the sofa to see if that helps with the insomnia.  Check in later.

Love, Ardeth Blood.

Crazy people love me

I was walking to the bank, when this chick this morning (yesterday now as it is after midnight)  crossed the street and started to talk to me.   Seemed harmless enough at first, as she was talking about my tattoo.  Many people come up to me and start asking about my ink which is to be expected.   Then she made a comment about my tee shirt then asked me if I was 24?  
Awww, that I said was the nicest thing anyone's said to me in years.  Then I told her I was 37 and she raised an eyebrow at me telling me there was no way I could be that old. 

Then the crazy started.
She started to ask me how I would feel about being forced to marry a man who was 67 years old.   My reply was why?   I don't think she heard me, because she continued on with telling me about being locked in a closet with the dogs scared for her life because of some 67 year old man then just stopped mid sentence, mid step and said "I don't know why I bother when no one will ever get my point"   then told me to have a great day as she went into Starbucks.

All I could think as I continued to the bank was  what the hell is it that crazy people keep being attracted to me like moths to flames?   What the freal am I putting out there in the universe that dren like this happens to me?

Vampire Break- July 2011

I was reading the latest issue of Cineplex Magazine, and they decided to do a small article on vampires with the coming remake of Fright Night just around the corner.
The magazine counted down their 9 top vamp things, which they listed as their Vampire Film Awards. 

9 yes 9. Not 10 but 9.   Seems an odd number but whatever right. 
They gave Best Vampire Hair  to Lost Boys (1987)
Best Vampire Fangs  to  Grace Jones in Vamp (1986)
Best Vampire Couple to The Hunger's David Bowie and Catherine Deneuve (1983)
Best Vampire Seduction to Interview with the Vampire for the Cruise/Pitt bite (1994)
Most Unbelievable Vampire Hobby   to Twilight for the vampire baseball. (2007)
Most Gruesome Vampires   30 Days of Night  (2007)
Best Dressed Female Vampire  to Underworld for Kate Beckinsale  (whole series of films)
Best Dressed Male Vampire to Gary Oldman in Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992)
Hall of Fame Golden Cape Award to Christopher Lee for all the Hammer films

I'm with them for about 75% of these choices.  I agree that Lost Boys gets the best vamp hair hands down.  Gary Oldman getting best male dressed- agree.  I do agree that Twilight deserves the worst most unbelievable vamp hobby cause that's just... Best couple to the Hunger - yes, Best seduction to Interview with the Vampire, and I do not care for either of those actors Crusie or Pitt, watching their films is like torture for me. The hall of fame golden cape award hands down belongs to Sir Christopher Lee.  
But best dressed female, best fangs, and most gruesome... those I have to disagree on.

With the hundreds of vampire movies I've seen over the years, those three categories are tough ones actually.  I think I would have given best fangs to the original Fright Night. 

All this is making me little hyper waiting for the re-make of Fright Night that comes out next month.

Dusk

So everyone has had their little freak outs tonight.  My brother in law, my sister, etc.
The sun is setting, it's cooling off outside, I'm trying to watch a movie that I really have no idea why I rented it.
Life is filled with disappointments.  We all know this.  We deal with them on a daily. 

You get to a point where you just have to say enough or else you can find yourself at the bottom of a bottle. 
Blogging has been my touchstone the last few years.  My way of trying to deal with dren.   Sometimes I've done a good enough job handling it all, sometimes I haven't.

Spudguns, any idea how often I've sat here typed out something and then deleted it because by the time I got to the end of the post it just seemed pointless?  Too many to count specially in the last 6 months or so. Give or take a day.

Maybe I'm too honest.  I have told too much of myself.  Maybe I haven't even scratched the surface yet?  Who knows.  I just know there are a rare few hours in the day, at dusk and at dawn, when I feel like me.  Like the person I think I should be.  That rare what three hours combine, when I feel connected to the world.   Have no idea why it's that way, but it is.  It's also when I'm the most energized.

So here I am right now, listening to the city outside my bedroom window shift gears from the office day to the drunkenness that passes for nightlife around here.  Wishing I was on a bus headed out of the city limits.

I'm setting a goal for myself.  Goal is to be anywhere but this city by spring. Even if it's only for a week. Seems simple enough to any of you reading, but for someone with money issues and health problems, little tougher.   I wonder where the WWE will be in their Canadian tour by March?

I want to scream

You remember few days ago I talked about wanting to be the white knight for my sister?   Well, it so does not look like it's going in that direction now.

We looked at the house, twice.  Sister loved it. Little old lady was set on a price.  Ninja and brother in law got the money and were about to sign with a lawyer.  
Then today the little old lady freaked out.  Saying she wasn't going to sell and that they never agreed on a price.
This all on the phone.  Ninja called me freaking out, now my brother in law is pissed and it's all in my lap.

It sucks on so many levels.  After years of not getting along, my sister and I were finally getting along and now I'm the villain in her eyes because I told her about the house. 
Dude!  I'm not the one who changed my mind because she thought the price was not high enough. 

Now Ninja is not even taking my calls.   What a frealing week.

What's the score here

Wednesday.
Just finished posting over on the year long blog.  Something I haven't done in awhile.  Been bad, lazy and just angry and have let that blog slide big time. 
Had to just admit a major flaw in myself.  I'm scattered.  The whole point  of this blog here Spudguns, was to have 1 blog.  1 personal blog to publish on every day.  But I still branched off with too many to count for every single topic I care about.

Need to admit something else.  You know how not too long ago I bitched about how I'm getting break outs again at my age.  All this time I've been connecting it to the early menopause, but seems that is not the case.  It's straight up stress.  The two weeks my mother was out of town, my face cleared up completely.  Holy Anne Rice Novels Batman!   Now, it's been a week since mom has been back and my skin is looking like a game of connect the dots again.  So not good. 
So, my mother is killing me with stress.  What do I do? Other then cut all ties to her which I can not do no matter how hard I try.

On the review front... I'm reading what is suppose to be my very last book for review.  I say suppose to be, because I am still being sent stuff.  But I am reading right now  Tout Sweet by Karen Wheeler. A memoir about moving to France.   So far so good. 

I was looking at my current list of books to read, some for fun some for review and have noticed a pattern.  Just finished reading "As Always Julia"  the letters of Julia Child and Avis DeVoto, and "Medium Raw" by Anthony Bourdain.  Now reading Tout Sweet, and what is sitting teasing me at my mother's because I left it on her coffee table the other day, is Under the Tuscan Sun.  Books that have to do with food and moving and trying to write a book.   You seeing the patterns here?