It's a Very, Very Mad World

She actually sleeps through the entirety of this section of the film but whatever. This is one of my favorite images of all time. Donnie Darko, girlfriend (whose name doesn't really matter but it's Gretchen) and Frank. Ah Frank. <3

I bring up this movie Donnie Darko because of the ending. Gary Jule's "Mad World" plays as they show the aftermath and the ripple effect of Donnie's potential life. It hits me so hard everytime I hear it. Especially the lines "Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow. And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had." I know I'm very late to the party with this movie and the song but it resonated with me. I fall asleep at night humming Mad World and hoping that tomorrow a jet engine will fall on me.

THE WORLD IS OURS

I hope.

Demon Rats

Today I was late for work because I had to buy a new rat cage. Heroine (Hero for short) is a medium sized albino rat. Lucille (really called Baby) is a large gray rat. I originally got Baby first having absolutely no idea what to do with a pet rat. I just knew that I wanted a fuzzy pet. See, the fish I'd gotten were awesome but I couldn't hold them without killing them so.... However after about a month or so with Baby I finally did my research and found out that rats who live solitary are not happy. Baby was a wee bit neurotic so I figured I'd get her a friend. I didn't want an albino rat as their freaky little red eyes disturb me. My brother however pointed out that if I got another gray dumbo rat I would not be able to tell them apart. So I picked out Hero. Hero is a demon. I swear to God she is from hell. I love her. She's soft and energetic but she's a psycho!! I put all the things they need to chew on in their cage, made sure they had food and water. She apparently didn't like the cage. I sleep with headphones in at night because they make so much noise. So I don't notice anything until my alarm goes off and I look over at the cage. There sits Hero on top of the cage looking at me. Baby peers at me through the wires, still inside the cage. SHE CHEWED THROUGH THE PLASTIC BOTTOM!!! I'm upset but I can't really do much about it. I don't have the money to go buy a new cage. So I patch it up with two cd cases and painters tape. Then I put their wheel in front of the cd cases so she can't chew the tape off. So I think to myself that it's over and when I get the $$ I can get a new cage. So I go about my day, the rats sleep comfy-cozy. I go to bed like normal. I wake up to my alarm and turn to look at the rats. THERE SHE IS. SITTING ON TOP OF HER CAGE STARING AT ME! She chewed a second hole straight through the plastic in one night. I flip out. I end up an hour late for work because I had to run out and buy a new METAL cage with money borrowed from my brother. $107.11 for this cage. I assemble it. They have been upgraded into the rat version of a high rise mini mansion. This thing has 4 stories!!!! They have a bigger house (relatively) than I do.Needless to say I'm kinda pissed about it.

Why do I bother?

I don't know who this picture belongs too, or where I found it, but there it is. If you want it, claim it in the comments. But since no one is reading this, I don't really thing I need to put disclaimers on anything. Whatever. Fukitol!

What is the point of having a blog that no one reads? I might as well be keeping a diary or some such. I don't really know why I keep posting things. They don't really matter. Whatever. I'm just gonna throw a picture on this and probably not post for a bit. It's not like anyone will care. :\



"And what I wouldn't give to find a soul mate. Some one else to catch this drift. And what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred." --Alanis Morissette (All I Really Want)

Straight and To the Point

I'm not sure who should receive credit for this image but if it's yours leave a comment and I'll credit you.

"That is why I want a. Coin-operated Boy."
-Dresden Dolls, Coin-Operated Boy

5 Things I Like

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is entirely unrelated to the post, but it's pretty and I think I should start each post from now on with a pretty picture.


Five Things I Like:



1) Listening to "inappropriate music" at very loud volumes while driving in my car with the windows down. I like to do this when driving down small town main streets, stopped at red lights and behind people in the drive-thru. I sing along loudly too.

2) Ordering kids' meals at fast-food restaurants just so I can get the toy. Just the other day I went to McDonald's and ordered a Happy Meal for the Grimace toy. It was well worth it!

3) Talking to people about what books they should read. I recommend the Hollow Kingdom trilogy by Claire B. Dunkle. (Mostly just the first book though). Pride and Prejudice and Zombies is also an excellent read for those who would like to read Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice but feel it lacks zombies.

4) Ranting about things I don't like. Twilight is the worst thing to happen to vampires! Stephanie Meyer's has no idea how to write a vampire book. Her main characters lack depth and motivation as well as personalities. All the stupid tweenie girls reading these books need to see some real literature about vampires. Vivan Vande Velde's Compainions of the Night. That is a good vampire book for teens. And the Twilight movie is ridiculous and filled to the brim with bad acting!

5) Finding little treasures at garage sales for less than $3. I have this gorgeous little statuette of a 20's woman, all pure white but for her lips and eyes. She's divine and I bought her for 50 cents.
I've found piles of fabulous costume jewelery for 10 cents a piece and colorful scarves for only a $1.

DC - WHY?!?!

Please excuse my excess use of capitalization but I feel very strongly about this.


DICK GRAYSON IS NOT BATMAN!!! HE SHOULD NOT BE THE NEW BATMAN!! To quote someone else: EVERY FEELING REVOLTES!!




But not by giving up who you are to become your mentor!! YOU ARE NOT BATMAN DICK GRAYSON!!

I am very displeased with you DC Comics!

Some days I really feel the need to end the human race. Like give me a chainsaw or a trebuchet and I'll go to town. Now these are just thoughts not that I'd ever actually act on them. But the people I am forced into contact with everyday at work and on the road convince me that Darwin needs some help with his natural selection. So many people are too stupid to exist but there are some who just keep making all these rules to preserve the idiots. I say to hell with them. Stop protecting them and let nature take it's course.

A journey.

I have just experienced the perfect summer weekend. A weekend at these little cottages by the Erie Canal. There was electricity but no running water. For restroom breaks there was a small outhouse. It smelled horrid but the inside had cut up wallpaper pictures of outhouses. Despite the wretched smell it was endearing. I spent my time running and jumping, fishing and canoing, playing and laughing. What makes this so unique is that I am neither outdoorsy nor active. I usually prefer sitting in my room watching movies or reading. But this weekend was magical. I did very little sitting. I only stopped when sleeping. Which I did very little of. But my energy level was higher than is has been in years. YEARS!!! Since I have run and played. But run and play I did this weekend. I am now back home with aches and pains, cuts and bug bites, and a complete feeling of contentment. I feel such satisfaction from having enjoyed this weekend to its fullest. My recommendation to all is to run, jump, play, and laugh. And if you see a tree that looks worthy-- climb it. Climb as high as you can and don't fear a fall.

I think I should post a picture. I feel that my tea party is incomplete without something pretty to look at. So good people I offer you this: a Japanese Garden. I feel it would be a lovely place to gather with friends and sip tea on blanket on the leaf-strewn ground. Or even by oneself with a good book. As you like it.

There is something beautiful to me about "inappropriate" songs being sung in full chorus. For instance the song I Touch Myself. It's a wonderful song in most forms but something about it being song by 60 Belgian women makes it all the better. Harmonies, piano accompaniment. It's glorious. The group of which I speak is Scala & Kolacny Brothers. They also sing the song Creep by Radiohead. You can find more of their music on Amazon.com.

I love when things that are not considered beautiful or are dirty or "wrong" are turned into something beautiful. I'm a sucker for the juxtaposition posed by modern music sung in a choral format. It's something completely opposite brought together. The same idea is in the song Let's Get Fucked Up, the artist of which eludes me. It places the subject of drinking in the forground with an orchestra in the background. Metallica has done this as well combining their song Enter Sandman with full orchestral accompanyment. The same band has also covered the Imperial March (from Star Wars, for those who don't know) in a reverse process; taking music performed by classical instruments and playing it with the intruments of a rock band. I believe there is also a band Apocolyptica who covers rock/metal music with cellos. This cross-genre music is one of my favorite things ever!

Well, I've covered music for the moment. Now I'd like to talk about a movie. The Darjeeling Limited. It's a film directed by Wes Anderson. It's filled with comedy but what hit the most was that it told a story with a lot of meaning behind it. Or at least I found meaning behind it. I don't want to give too much away but the way the brothers in the film interact is very real to me and I find I understand their struggles to reconnect and to find something real in their lives. I highly recommend this movie. I can't say as I'd watch it at like a party or anything but for one's own amusement.

Go forth into the world and do whatever it is you do. Bonne chance!!

This article was brought to my attention via Fire Arrow, a friend and fellow blogger. I don't really like to offend people with political views.... unless I think you're an idiot and an asshole. Well to those Obama haters out there, I must say this. You've lost. We won. Now you can bitch and moan about it, or you can work with it. Republicans as a whole (sorry to generalize, but I'm going to anyway) are sore losers. For eight years, we've suffered through an idiot in office, forcing us into a horrible war and economic deterioration. Now it's our turn to take control and fix the mess he left behind. Barak Obama comes with fresh ideas. He's not just another old white guy. I believe he brings intelligence, ingenuity, and a positive spirit with him. Change has come. Go with the flow or get the hell out of the way.

Another touchy subject is religion. However religion and politics happen to be my two biggest issues with society at large. You people drive me crazy with your close minds and your lack of tolerance. If someone wants to believe in say, a flying spaghetti monster, that's their right. God, if you believe in God, loves them anyway. And aren't you people supposed to be as much like Jesus as possible????And if a man wants to marry another man, or a woman marry another woman, that's their business. Worry about your own marriage. I'm sure your wife hates you and you're husband is probably cheating.

I'll stop ranting now. But I really hate people somedays. And this seems to be one of them.

A lack of interweb connection at my home is rather a frustrating thing. I'm forced to decsend from my mountain top home into the lowly city with the peasants. I walk the streets among them although none of them know my true greatness. This reminds me of a song called "The Great Destroyer." It is by one of my personal favorite bands: Nine Inch Nails. "I hope they cannot see, the limitless potential living inside of me." It's a wonderful song, with raw power in it. The very idea that one is the GREAT DESTROYER, is just a powerful notion. Here is a link to the song on YouTube.

I'm sure there are many more things I could speak with you all about, however I wish to catch up on my webcomic reading. However, I'll come back later if time permits. I will leave you with this: Why don't fish fly?

Just a note:

The tea cup which serves as the profile picture, is a Queen Victoria tea cup. As such I thought it fitting as a temporary image.



Another note: I will not be talking like this all the time. Just so you don't presume this to be a self righteous blog full of arrogance and snobbery. There is some of both arrogance and snobbery. After all it is a blog.... which is an outlet for me to talk; about me or whatever I want to talk about. I also entitled it The Queen's Tea Party, in which I am the Queen. However I don't intend to be a total bitch about it.

Also: Beware of cursing. As it may happen on occasion. Such as the above.

In the Blogosphere

Trebuchet. Interesting a font based on an old weapon. I approve of this.

Well now. Here I am. Writing in a blog. I've caved to peer pressure. I have not the slightest idea what I would speak to you all about. Perhaps I shall just begin with this:

"Twinkle, twinkle little bat.
How I wonder what you're at.
Up, above the world you fly,
Like a tea tray in the sky."
-Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Now I charge you all with this task. Learn this little poem/song in American Sign Language (ASL). It will serve you well, as it is a secret passcode into a VERY exclusive club.