I Thought All Writers Drank to Excess and Beat Their Wives...

You know who I love? Cary Grant. He is hilarious, and makes me very happy, almost as much as this nice weather- Thank God the rain went away.

Yesterday I went on an adventure to the Baltimore Summer Antiques Show, which was held at the Baltimore Convention Center. The BCC is not a foreign place to me as I have been attending the annual Otakon (Japanese pop culture/ sci-fi nerd joy) at the Convention for the past five years. I've seen the BCC empty and I've seen it jam packed with people with odd hair, but until yesterday I had never seen it so full of people with fanny packs willing to buy overpriced old items. Never. People in costumes willing to buy overpriced stuffed animals, yes. People with pensions seriously considering buying 1.2 million dollar brass church doors, no.

The brass doors were beautiful... but honestly... what are you going to do with 1.2 million dollars worth of door? You know what you could do with 1.2 mil... A LOT. You know what you can do with a door... open it and close it.

In all seriousness though, the show had some pretty sweet stuff, that, had I hundreds of spare dollars, I MIGHT have considered getting. I mean, who doesn't want a cane with a sweet spyglass ontop ($650) or some first edition signed Hemingway novels ($2250.) It was very cool.

My favorite though, were some antique Pulp novels from the 50's and 60's. I mean, these are some pretty scandolous works here. With titles like "Sin Chains" and "The Green Woman" and story mags like "Murder Mystery Monthly" and "Spicy Detective" how could you not want to read and collect every single one? Really.

WHOA!! And also, why is she tied to a banister?

So apparently University at Buffalo has a pretty sweet Pulp collection that I'll link to here. But I think I'll keep an eye out for more, and if I see anything good, I'll be sure to post it.

The end of the Cary Grant Quote that is the post title is, "You know at one time I think I secretly wanted to be a writer." (The Philadelphia Story) I have no idea why damsels in distress and misogyny are so entertaining to me, but they really are. I think it's just so absurd that I either embrace it fully or become insulted. I've chosen to embrace it. There's nothing better than a little objectification to brighten someone's day.

Bug Bites and Johnny Quest Totally Suck

So, before I go grocery shopping, there's something I want to talk about. It is called, "being bitten by a ton of bugs and then having an allergic reaction to their bites," and it happened to me as recently as Wednesday. Today I am in a terrible itchy nasty state. In an attempt to remedy this I went to the doctor, who vaguely reminded me of House, but without the mean... so nothing like House.

He gave me a drug called Prednisone, which according to the internet... does terrible things to your body while you're busy thinking that you're getting better. It is a sneaky little pink pill that, while it makes your itching subside, makes you gain weight, lose sex drive, and could potentially be habit forming if taken for more than 7 days.

There is a variety of other things it can do to you (and I have no personal experience as I took my first one 5 hours ago) but I don't want to talk about them here. What I do want to look at is the fact that my doctor didn't mention ANY of these things AT ALL. I'm not really upset (You're blogging. You MUST be upset! ... no, not really) it just strikes me as REALLY ODD. Does your doctor give you things without telling you about the side effects? My old one didn't but apparently... now it's up to you to find out!!

And I know, I looked on the internet to figure out what the drug's deal was, so my information may be sketchily accurate at best. I have also had doctors tell me that the internet is the worst thing that doctors have to deal with (even worse than stinky people!?) because everyone self diagnoses and freaks themselves out. But, I was forced to since my doctor did not tell me all the facts. *sigh* Now I'm afraid I'll gain 20 pounds and lose all sexual desires because of a tiny pink pill, but hey, no risk of dependency as I only have 5 days worth of the stuff. Little victories.

Speaking of Doctors, we need to talk for 67 seconds about "The Venture Brothers." This TV show kicks wild ass. (Is all you do watch TV?? No. I do a lot of other things, but it's the end of summer break and I am squishing in all the TV I can.) Venture Brothers is "essentially" a parody of Johnny Quest, that is (in my opinion) 1000 times more entertaining than Johnny Quest. I really don't like Johnny Quest at all but that is a different story for a different time. Venture Brothers is about Hank and Dean Venture, a set of fraternal twins, who love to do all sorts of crazy things and have adventures-ish. Their father Dr. Venture (see the Doctor tie-in? Yeah...) is a super genius scientist who may or may not have a moderately sized army of his cloned sons. And then there is Brock Samson who is Dr. Venture's bodyguard, and possibly the manliest cartoon man ever. EVER. The season 3 finale aired last night (Saturday) on Adult Swim (Cartoon Network) but there are full episodes on Adult Swim. com, so since you aren't doing anything on the internet anyway, why not watch one?

Totally Awesome

Now I have to go get milk and food. Toodles!

Oh and I almost forgot to mention...

I added, a pretty sweet Vintage Pin Up Girls side bar, to this blog.

Why?

Because, it is my personal opinion that Vintage Pin-Up girls are pretty awesome. In fact, while some girls aspire to look like Kate Moss or Paris Hilton, I aspire to look like these lovely ladies. And also it's cool to look at what passed for scandalous 60 years ago compared to what passes for scandalous now. These are downright prudish compared to some stuff you see today.

I guess it refreshes every time you pull up the blog. So check that janx out!

Believe In Yourself and also Watch Some TV!

Hey everyone out there in internet-land. How is your Tuesday? Mine is going good. Let's talk about something cool.

Actually, before we talk about something cool, I want to talk about goals (which are also cool!) My friend Melody and I were talking about ideas and dreams, and being pressured to do things we don't want to do with our lives, because our goals are... unusual.

It's interesting because a lot of times in your life, you're questioned about what you "want" out of life, what you "want" to be, etc. And if you don't have an answer or your answer is weird, you're handed crap for it. People flip out when you move away from the norm. And I think,, when people flip out, that's when you lose your nerve (because hey, it takes nerve to move away from the norm!) When someone else questions your goals, you do too. Don't. Please. That's all this paragraph is here for, to support you on your quest and tell you that your goal is not stupid; it is probably pretty kick ass. Go you!!

Ok, now something cool... cooler.

If you are not watching USA network on Friday nights at 10 PM... shame on you. You need to be watching because that is when Psych comes on. Psych is one of, if not "the," very best detective shows on TV right now. It is witty, funny, and very cool all while being heartfelt. I like the cynical, crass doctors and screaming, panting CIA agents as much as the next person, but give me excitement, laughs, and a little bit of sweetness, and you've got a show that beats all the others, hands down.


Psych is currently in the midst of its third season, and the other two are out on DVD. If you haven't watching and need to catch up, the basic premise is Shawn Spencer, son of a very serious former Santa Barbra cop, was trained by his father to be hyper aware of things. Shawn notices small details where others don't or can't and uses this skill to pass himself off as a psychic. He and his bff Gus take jobs for the Police Department and solve all sorts of crimes and the such like. That's as basic as it gets and if you want to know more, watch the show, it is fabulous.

I'll be back Thursday to talk about something else.

And Almost One Year Later... The Olympics Are On!

Wow, I'm sorry about that. I could chalk it up to technical difficulty, but that's kind of a long stretch of nothing for you to believe that I was having problems starting my computer. The honest to Jeebus truth is that with a combination of my first year of college and all the surrounding issues I ran out of time, and in my mind, interesting things to say. BUT I'm back now, and hopefully full of cool things to say and do. Let's start with the Olympics.

I, like almost the whole world, watched Michael Phelps' last swim yesterday night, and it was amazing. The man is a machine, he churns water like a waterwheel and pushes himself forward like a squid on steroids, it's fantastic to watch.

And of course, now I get to take some hometown pride in his victories. I transfered to Towson University or classes this fall, and now I live in Baltimore. So yay Michael Phelps!! Good show, hon.

But after Michael Phelps, if you didn't shut off your TV and go to bed, there was another medal match, which also had the power to astound. Usain "Lightning" Bolt ran the 100 meter in 9.69 seconds. His legs were like Scooby Doo's after a ghost showed up. The neatest thing about his victory was that he didn't stop after the finish line, he ran. He ran halfway around the track to where his mother was jumping and screaming. I think family reactions are one of the best things about the Olympics and Mrs. Bolt came up in spades, running over fellow spectators and hugging everyone. Reactions like that make the Olympics worth watching. While a gold medal for a man from Jamaica may mean nothing to you, it means so much to him and his family, and being able to see that and experience that moment with them makes the Olympics worth watching. And it makes me cry, but I'm a big baby, so whatev.

Anyway, sorry for not updating. I'll do better this time, I swear.