A Lovely Weekend and Anteaters and Movie Theories

This weekend was amazing. Really the whole week. On Wednesday my animal anatomy class went to the SF Zoo, and since I hate myself and am working on the superficial muscle structure of an anteater.. And since there is exactly 0 reference for that anywhere in the world, I hunted down the anteater keeper. First I stalked Nancy, a docent, a lovely older woman who sent me to Stella, keeper of books and docents. Stella printed me some info that won't help this project but will help my general knowledge, so Nancy and I headed off to hunt down Bruno. Bruno is overworked. Bruno gets to play with exotic birds and anteaters all day and I think he wants a vacation. And maybe a raise. But Bruno is awesome. Bruno let me ask a million questions ranging from childish to unanswerable and to shut me up let me FEED THE ANTEATER OUT OF MY HAND! My hand was licked by an anteater!!! She likes Avacado. So my life is complete now.

Saturday Tim and Kate came down and we hung out in Japantown, did the Japanese photobooths (so much fun!!!) Then saw Matt and Kim at the Warfield. I'm a true San Franciscan now, and possibly a hipster. But the show was fantastic and the company was amazing. Handsome Gentleman friend is now destitude as his girlfriend spent all of his monies, but I think he had a good time as well. Sunday we headed down to Daly City to see Brandi and Codi, long time no see, and watch one of the greatest movies of all time.... Big Trouble in Little China. I'm watching again right now in my TV, but this was in theaters... Big screen. Big sound. The way it was ment to be seen. Codi apparently had never seen it.. I don't know how that happened since we have been friends for many years and I watch it almost monthly... His reactions were what they should be. "What the fuck did I just see?" You just saw movie magic my friend! Later that night I spent more of GFs monies because Amy is home from Italy!! And to celebrate we went to Pinole creek for fried chicken that takes 2 days to make :3 it was fantastic even though she was a total pill.

So my theories on BTLC

Everyone in this movie except the white people are in or were in a gang. Jack, Gracie and Margo are the only ones with 0 knowledge of the gangs. Egshen is the leader of a frikin street gang! The Yang Shin carry automatic weapons at a funeral.

Also the Wing Kong gang/trading company/ho ring is run by a horny ghost.

Eddie is a matredee with an intamate knowledge of the inner workings of the Wing Kong. Eddie was Wing Kong. Is that why he an Eg almost never share a scene?

The leader of a gang (Eg) drives a tour bus. For fun? Is it a front?

Jack Burton is just a guy who delivers hogs and wants to help his friend.

Jack has a truck called the Pork Chop Express and delivers hogs. Your mind = blown

Their drunk and or high in almost every scene. Count the bottles of beer on the tables at the Dragon of the Black Pool next time.

And lastly, the restaurant is called The Dragon of the Black Pool. Why is this not a thing here in the bay? I would eat there every night and wear the shirts... Not just cause of the movie but also because its a dragon... Of a black mfing pool!

Moto G and Birthdays

Ok, so as you may remember from other ranting, I had to upgrade from my old trusty iPhone 4, and decided to get a Moto G from motorola. I like it, quite a bit actually, except for one thing, the screen goes BATSHIT CRAZY sometimes. Its like a ghost is tapping on the right side of my screen blindly, and it opens apps, dials my mother and Handsome Gentleman Friend and sends one letter texts and basically tries to kill itself. Lucky for me I keep the boxes for everything because Im a hoarder and so its getting mailed back and i get a new one under warranty. Until then Im sorry if I accidentally call you and or text you gibberish.

This weekend was my handsome sexy amazing man's birthday! (happy birthday Handsome). Saturday we had a great party, with a small but amazing group who brought more food and drinks then we could have ever asked for. We talked and laughed and had a good time, and Handsome drank 4 Liters of beer (a liter less then last year mind you). We had a great time. Also I made Scotch Eggs and Brownies, and if you never have made either of those then I recommend you do that. now.

Yesterday was his actual birthday but his girlfriend is a broke bitch so she couldn't do anything spectacular. We did go over to Berkeley to a new brewery Field Work, which is a cool little place who happened to be having a donut and beer pairing. Their New Orleans coffee stout is delightful!! After that we had some fast Chinese at Chef's then headed back to his place to hang out in our underpants and watch movies. One of the great movies we watched was for my italian class, called Demons. Its a 1980's horror movie, so if your into that sort of thing, make sure this is on your list!! Its about a group of people who go to a free movie, get locked in the theater and get killed and possessed by demons. the special effects are pretty awesome, and while there is some gore its 1980's gore... so i only covered my eyes like 4 times.

I feel guilty because Handsome is really amazing and so good to me, and Im not in a position to do the same. I mean, i am damned good to him sure, lol but he whisks me away on trips and pays my phone bill and all i can do is make him some art and some lunch with stuff he bought. soon. soon i wanna make enough to help out the people  love. 

The Skip in a Song

Today while walking down the street, headphones in my head holes, in was listening to Marc Maron. I heart WTF and Marc. Anywho, he was talking to Mic Jagger! Holy crap! And after the 10 minute interview, Mic graciously hung up and Marc did his thing, going through his thoughts. My favorite part BTW. Marc mentioned listening to an album in his youth and it having a skip at a very specific point, and for two decades after waiting for that skip in other versions.

This is what music should be

I also have songs, mine bad tapes and shitty CD copies. Songs I can time based on clicks and scratches, that's what made your copy unique. Also music was more sacred. Now its disposable. I know people who go through songs like they are potato chips. I grew up with parents who were very into music, hell, Dad toured with Buddy Miles, Uriah Heep and worked with Janis Joplin. But we were also broke as shit, and therefor each album, cassette and CD were like gold. The first Album I bought with my own money was the Beetlejuice sound track. Followed by Harry Belafonte. But I wanted the movie album because i could get the most variety of music for my buck. This tend continued for a long time for me, some of the life changers were the Twister Sound Track- My first into to Van Halen, Matrix Soundtrack- oh metal! and the Drew Carry Show Soundtrack, thats an amazing collection of early rock. Each one had imperfections I would wait for with my CD Walkman in hand. 

I still don't get music "In Bulk". Actually I came into some iTunes gift cards thanks to Handsome Gentleman Friend, and have been buying up songs one at a time. Just singles. I was for a while buying them once a week, and obsessing over it for a week or so then moving on. After quitting horrible corporate job I have been more conservative, though this morning, as if bringing this Maron quote into being, I got some songs I had been lusting after since high school, blasting when I could catch them not he radio but never made it into my collection. 

Any suggestions of singles to add to my collections? Im big into 60, 70, 80s rock 

Trying Mobil Again

Since switching to my Moto G from my iPhone 4, most things are good. I love the size and fun apps even though the screen freaks out occasionally... (This one is defective a little) but the Blogger App for android is... Bad. Its a shame, blogger is fantastic on the web, and the iOS app is great but... Ya...

So we will see if this post sees the light of day :3 At any rate, today was exotics day in class. We got to draw some awesome guys!!! My favorite was Pierce, an African Porcupine who likes bananas and being scratched behind the ears. We bonded a bit. There was a grouchy ocelot, a sivet cat, some ferrets, a gator, pixy frog, a fossa relative I forgot the name of... So cool!!!! I drew animals...

I also own a porcupine qwill now.

I'm fighting a cold or something because my ass is beat. I'm so tired. And my cats are jerks. Handsome Gentleman friend got me a new garbage can (yaaaay!!) And their into it already...

Wildebeest Go!

Allow me to convolute and confuse this story. I bought a Wildebeest. Not a real Wildebeest, but a plastic one. Im having a naming contest now, so if you have any ideas post below! Anywho, why did I buy a Wildebeest? Well, as people should know by now, San Francisco is firkin expensive. it is currently the most expensive place to live in the US. Downtown here in SF, there is (for now) a FANTASTIC toy store on market street called Jeffry's. Jeffry's Toys is like the toy stow you see in the movies, plashes and puzzles and stacks of dinosaurs, the best. But sadly all good things must end. After 40 years of being an SF institution, their rent has been raised to $40k a month. Thats right, FOURTY THOUSAND DOLLARS. Monthly. So they have decided its just not worth it and will be closing their doors at the end of the month. 

This is devastating for me. Sadly i didn't have the opportunity to grow up with them, but since moving to the city this is a place i bring out of town friends, go when I'm down, and play with the dinosaurs and plashes and read comics and generally be a nuisance to the poor sales people. and this little oasis in a sea of hipster beards, $6 coffee and artesianal toast bars is leaving. The only ray of sunshine in this typhoon is.. every things 30% off. 

So I went by to see how things were. As of now the store is pretty well stocked, it will be weird watching it till its end of days become empty as its such a full store, every shelf packed. I walked by the plastic animal rack, looking honestly for dinosaurs and things like that when i saw a row of Wildebeest. Most of the 4 inch plastic animals are about $6-10 depending but all of these guys were marked $2.50, which means their under the $2 mark with the 30% off. Perfect time to pick up a new travel companion. So i bought a wildebeest! He (actually I just looked up the toy, its a female apparently!) so SHE has her own blog:

Wildebeest Go!

Be sure to add it to your insane tumblr feed. Im trying to get the hang of tumblr but its so fast paced and add and I just don't have the patience or the time to check every 45 minutes to keep up with the insane tumbling... but maybe Wildebeest will. 

I missed blogging, and Im glad Im back to it. Lets see if I can keep it up  more then once a month... Also on that note, one of my favorite bloggers is back, Rachele of the late Near Sighted Owl has a new blog Lady Bits And I'm so happy because i love her writing. Also for a more realistic update schedule of my happenings check out Handsome Gentleman Friends Blog. He's way better at updates then I am, plus he takes care of the brew blog Terrible Lizard.  

Adults and Stuffed Animals

Anyone who knows me at all find out quickly, I LOVE TOYS. Like will be in my house alone playing with my ponies. I have almost all of my childhood stuffed animals, because the thought of them ending up unloved in a thrift shop kills me. Mostly Im a functional adult, who pays her bills (unless im outta money? who hasnt been there...) Is finishing an intensive BFA program and trying to launch a small business. But at night, when Im not with Handsome Gentleman Friend, I sleep with my bear. His name is Binky. I have had Bink since I was 2, when my old bear, Buddy, went missing on a shopping trip. I have a memory of a kid running up and ripping him out of my hands, but no one can corroborate so I could be one of those made up memories... At any rate my poor mother tried everything to get him back, even took out a want add. A carbon copy of Buddy was purchased which I rejected, he was an impostor! He lives with my mom currently, his name is Theodore and we have come to terms that he isnt an actual impostor, but I digress. Binky I pick out myself, and I remember, some large department store, rows of plushies and bins, and I found Binky. We were meant to be.He came with his name, a little tag on his ear my parents read to me. After that we were inseparable.

Bink has gone just about everywhere with me.As a kid he came on sleep overs and to my grandparents and Aunts houses, to school sometimes even. I remember when I had a sleep over and realized I would be the only one with a security bear and had to hide him in the toy box and was miserable the whole night, and felt so guilty. He was the leader of my toys, and had to live in the commons? But we all survived. Once I accidently left him on some train tracks for an entire night. We were at my dads indie auto shop, which had train tracks running behind it. My sister Tess and I were playing (yes on the tracks, oh the 90's) and it wasnt until we got home I realized Binky wasn't with me. I cried to much, and my loving father told me stories about him being hit by trains and devoured by raccoon's and coyotes. Miraculously the next day he was out on the tracks, with that smell fabric gets when toasted by the sun. Turns out the train tracks there were no longer in used, hence why we were allowed to play on them, and you thought my dad was negligent! Well, he was just not about that.

What brought all of this up? Well, I still sleep with Bink as I mentioned before. I turn 30 in 2 months and I sleep with my bear. Not every night, but sometimes I need someone to squeeze and GF is not there. This is normal but the other night GF and I crashed at my abode for the first time in a long time. My house is kind of inconvenient for alot of the stuff we do on weekends so were not there alot. Anywho, I moved Bink to the dresser where he resides when he isnt on my pillow or in my arms and my handsome man and I dozed off to sleep. The next morning I woke up, with GF wrapped around me in warm embrace. I realized I was wrapped around another man though...Binky! I had apparently reachout up and grabbed him in the night but have no recollection of this. GF smiled and didnt make fun of me when he realized his grown ass girlfriend was sleeping with her bear. (He is well aware of Bink, I brought him up early in the relationship because love me love my bear.. and my cats.. and my fish.. and..) This was weird for me though, but I chalked it up to a few beers and not feeling great the day before.

Then yesterday I fell down a rabbit hole of the internet as Im prone to doing. I found this great article by a gal named Daisy here:

http://www.xojane.com/family/Realms-of-Gold-Stuffed-Animal-Hospital

Its such a sweet story and something many of us Plushie owners have had to contend with. So I follwed the links from the articles to Realms of Gold's Website, then Dr. Beths Blog...

http://doctorbeth.tumblr.com/

After spending half a day reading stories I stumbled across some pictures of a bear that looks JUST LIKE BINKY. It came with a video, which i started watching and realized was RIDICULOUS. It had a slow version of "I would walk 5000 miles" and I paused it and started showing it to GF in hopes of some good laughs when... the tears started. I have no idea why, or where they came from. But by the end of the video I was a mess. Handsom who was laughing and joking stopped and was geniunly concerned. His girlfriend was loosing her shit over a video of a bear being reconstructed. Im tearing up now thinking about it. The idea of anything bad happening to my bear is the worst thing in the world. Literally the worst thing that could ever happen to me would be loosing my bear. He's been with me through Tough times, good times, moving and moving and moving and moving and moving out and detroit, evictions, couch stays, long trips, everything. I will cry more for his passing them many members of my own family for one simple reason, he was there when they weren't.

So this is my confession. I love my bear. No shame! Plushie owners unite!!

Pictures from Handsome return from New Orleans on Valentines Day surprising me with gifts in an arrangement with my best friend

Art School

Art school is something that is either taken way to seriously (CCA I'm looking at you) or is completely blown off as some fools folly. In my fourth year here at the Academy of Art I have realized its somewhere in between, Art students work their REARS off. I know people finishing other degrees and from what I can tell its about double the work time. Yes studying Law or Medicine is tedious, but those guys get to party. There's a lot less partying going on when you have a project our teacher expects you to spend 40 hours (yes, a full work week) on, times 4 classes. What? 160 hours worth of work a week? not every week per say, but ya, some weeks. Especially during finals. There's no test, its just present what you have worked so hard on and let the masses right it to shreds during critique. The first 2 years I was here we were loosing a student a semester to suicide. Sadly this "hippie" life style isn't for the weak of heart. Your art CAN'T Be personal. If its personal you will be destroyed. Art school is NOT for your life passion, that book you've been writing since the sixth grade, the comic with 17 installments, your "character". No, this is for breaking down everything you thought you knew, everything you hold dear, and replacing it with hopefully better knowledge. Unless you get a nut job professor, in which case you will spend the next semester getting disemboweled by your new teacher (ask me how I know this). So why do it? Arnt artists supposed to be dreamers and creators? We are, but to compete you need to have a a Liam Neeson set of skills, and some how try not to kill off that dreamer, the one who wrote 17 issues of your unpublishable comic because while its bad (your comic is bad.) there is creativity, a few good, usable ideas, and when your finished, jaded and broken you can pick over the carcass for little bits of meaty goodness. Anyways, welcome to my blog!