Posts Tagged ‘the booby bar’

I’m not sorry for the lack of posting…

June 5, 2011

I have to say I do kinda miss being more of a virgin and spending all day looking at tents. I’ve spent the past few days trying to juggle money, figure out what can go (the only superfluous regular expense I have is Netflix!) and worrying about how I will go to BRC. It looks like flying will be my only option…I was really looking forward to getting to drive again.

Anyways. I’m going to apply for a job with the BORG that I applied for last  year, working in the office. I sent out applications to free-lance for some local publications. Posted that corset to Craigslist. Last night, after a Hoarders marathon at work, I spent the evening in my sewing/costume/crafts room. I emptied out four bags of trash/donation, one bag of Sparklepony Lounge give-aways and got my Megaton crafts organized.

Even my sweet-as-pie, uberChristian wonderful mom said, “What are you doing home on a Saturday night??” Trying not to cry, mother dearest, and stay busy and focused…what? You haven’t heard of Megaton?

There are of course, the RAIDERS. Those anarchistic ruffians…Warm beer, cold women: MEGATON, BRC’s first & last rock’n’roll wasteland dive bar; a refuge from the happiness & organization. Moonshine, 6-8 fights to a pint! No GD techno. Good luck getting past the door guy! SPARKLE PONIES SHOT ON SIGHT. Disclaimers: By entering into the Booby Bar, you have automatically consented to hold the Booby Bar, Playawaste Raiders, Terminal City and all affiliates thereof free from liability regarding any & all injuries, dismemberments or death. Suck it.

In addition to playing Jucifer, Clutch, the Vandals, Lunachicks, music from Fallout (40s/swingish), I’m making  a BRC Family Circus book. You caption the cartoons, then I’ll compile the best ones and mail it out post-BM.

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Mother’s Day!

May 7, 2011

Though of course I completely think made-up holidays (and really, aren’t they all?) are nonsense, I do (sadly) see the importance of things like Mother’s Day because it would seem some unfortunate women really don’t get much thanks or attention, for all they do, except on dates shoved in the faces of their partners and children. So, if Mother’s Day means some women gets taken out for the first time in five months, or gets breakfast in bed, fine.

Americans are planning to spend an average of $139 on Mother’s Day gifts this year. That’s a stunning $16 billion national spending frenzy that would have horrified Anna Jarvis, the founder of Mother’s Day.

Anna lobbied for the creation of the holiday as a tribute to her mother and mothers everywhere. Her efforts paid off in 1914 when President Wilson officially designated the second Sunday in May as Mother’s Day.

Later on, after seeing her holiday cheapened by rampant commercialism, Anna denounced her own holiday. She wrote:

I wanted [Mother’s Day] to be a day of sentiment, not profit.

A printed card means nothing except that you are too lazy to write to the woman who has done more for you than anyone in the world.

And candy! You take a box to Mother — and then eat most of it yourself. A pretty sentiment.

What will you do to route charlatans, bandits, pirates, racketeers, kidnappers and other termites that would undermine with their greed one of the finest, noblest and truest movements and celebrations? Source: About.com.

Ironically, Anna would spend the rest of her life fighting against the holiday she created. She tried claiming copyright over Mother’s Day and started protesting so vigorously against it that she once got arrested for disturbing the peace.

The poignantly surreal ending to Anna’s story sounds like something straight out of a John Irving novel:

In 1943, Jarvis was 79 years old and broke. Partially deaf and blind, she was transported to a sanitarium in West Chester, Pennsylvania.

For reasons unrecorded, the Florists’ Exchange, a trade association, picked up some of her bills, unbeknownst to her. And even after she told a reporter she was sorry she ever started the whole thing, she received thousands of Mother’s Day cards each May until she died, in 1948. Source: Smithsonian.

From WiseBread, a pretty cool site I just found looking for Mother’s Day images for the card I’m making. At first I thought it was just another “Ehow” type site, full of shoddy copy-and-paste articles from “freelancers”  trying to earn half a penny every time you read their crappy “how-to.” They also have a pretty good article on making moonshine* and recommend a book called “Possum Living,” so I bookmarked it. The “free deals of the day” don’t suck. Not to mention, free documentaries? I enjoyed reading these frugal lessons, confirming I am indeed a 86 year-old woman.

Speaking of documentaries, I’ve been on a roll. A Film Unfinished aired on PBS recently and oh my lord, it was fascinating. I’ve read and read and read about the Warsaw Ghetto, seen some photographs, but to see it on film was amazing (and horrorific). Every time I read a new memoir or watch another documentary, I’m further shocked by what human beings are capable of (recommended: the BBC’s “Auschwitz”). It’s completely indescrible, truly you must see it, to believe it. One’s mind can’t even begin to fathom such living conditions…also watched The Love Goddesses, more great antique fashion footage and gender history.

Last night I had soft-shell crabs for the first time (just grilled, no sauce or anything, delicious) and watched The Toe Tactic. “I dunno,” I said as I slid it across the counter, “it sounds a little precocious.”

And I wanted to think it was. Too quirky, too indie…but I loved it. A real gem of indie-film (not Indie, I’m looking at you Miranda July) with spunk and imagination. I watch sooooo many movies out of boredom (up to four or five a day, sometimes) and it was a joy to really enjoy watching a movie and relish the characters and script, delight in “what’s going to happen??” and not just sit here, zoning out.

That free doc site has Eyes on the Prize, a fantastic documentary on the Civil Rights movement. We watched some of it in my 60s history class, it’s great. I’m looking forward to Freedom Riders, this month. Golly pete, that site has a lot of movies…I recommend:

Auschwitz

Why We Fight

Who Killed the Electric Car

Outfoxed

Eyes on the Prize

*RE: moonshine…I want to make some apple jack, I think, to share with BRC. Habanero tequila? I want something heinous to earn a souvenir shot glass on Raider’s night at the Booby Bar…I’ve only ever made bacon vodka, and people are still mad at me for that one. (it was awful). So, any ideas or things you’d like to drink?

I hear Lamplighter Bloody Marys are the best.

April 12, 2011

Here’s Alton Brown’s version. Kid likes tomatos, huh?? I wonder how his tomato vodka and my bacon vodka would do in a Bloody Mary…here’s how I like mine. I’m going to have to try his from-scratch recipe – only with a whole lotta fresh horse radish. Alton! How could you forget the horseradish?? Or use sake and wasabi. Bloody Mary’s are probably my favourite thing to make – aside from sangria. And random on-the-spot concoctions…mwa ha ha, I hope you all stop by Booby Bar for some DOOM JUICE on Tuesday night! I’m hoping to have some homemade pickled okra and eggs for garnishings.

Foot outfits for the Booby Bar!

September 11, 2010

SPOILER ALERT!

August 11, 2010

I can’t help it. I’m so excited about these stickers I made for the laydeez. As inspired by Risky, who “loves guns.”