they’ve found us out…

xkcd has discovered the awful truth of CuteFilmNerd and myself:

We do have obnoxiously cute nicknames for each other, even though I’m not much of a nickname person. He started it! Though, oddly enough, I don’t mind all that much.

However, I don’t think there would be any blood on the body of anyone unfortunate enough to overhear us. Because they’d die from a diabetic coma first. Which would be inconvenient, because body burying? Is damned hard work.

Not that I know from personal experience…

international human rights day

Today is International Human Rights Day. If you believe in human and civil rights for ALL people, do what you can to invalidate Prop. 8. Or else talented folks are going to keep making fun of you:

Also today:

It’s an interesting concept, and I see what the organizers are trying to accomplish, but after reading bstewart’s take on Day Without A Gay, I opted to go into work today, because I happen to agree with him. I will still not purchase anything today, and I am researching volunteer work for this weekend (my lack of car is a bit of a detriment for volunteering anywhere in the city in the evenings).  I will also be participating in Light Up the Night for Equality on December 20th.

Also, I’m wearing my white marriage equality bracelet (which I wear nearly every day as it is) and I’ve put together a little poster for work (which is easily seen by anyone who walks by my cubicle):

As you can see, CuteFilmNerd thinks it’s important for people to see my display.  Because we are both ardent believers in equality for ALL humans.

the most wonderful time of the year…

I’ve made no secret of the fact that Halloween is one of my favorite days of the year.  So here’s a couple of trailers from horror films starring Clu Gulager, whom I’ve gotten to know since dating CuteFilmNerd:



I saw them both at a recent Clu Gulager Film Festival and had a bunch of fun.

And now the trailer for a movie that’s being release a week from today that I am CRAVING:

HD Trailer
Happy Halloween everyone!

she’s not dead, jim…

…just a remarkable simulacrum.  Which would explain all the folks milling around me with stakes and garlic and the like.  I need to point out the fact that, though it may be Halloween week, I am out and about in the daylight.

I’ve actually been percolating all sorts of thoughts in my cranium that would lead to a blog entry or two, but today is not the day for that.  I’m tired and weary and sore after serving as photographer last night for a screening that CuteFilmNerd put together.  I haven’t moved like that in years. Well, at least not in public.

But I’m breaking my blog silence to take advantage of bragging rights I’ve been awarded by the lovely Janiece, Hot Chick Extraordinaire, who has named me winner of the Comment of the Week.

Back later in the week to issue my own words of wisdom re: next week’s election, especially in regards to Proposition 8 in California.

disaster narrowly averted…

As a rule, I don’t spend the night at CuteFilmNerd’s place during the week.  Mainly because, in my carless state, getting back to my place in time to take care of kitties, change my clothes (I shower at his place) and catch the bus to work is pretty much a pain in the ass and means I have to wake up way too early.  And the times when CuteFilmNerd has driven me home so that I wouldn’t have to wake up so early and take the bus?  Haven’t worked out well timewise anyway.

(We’re both people who have difficulty getting up in the morning – which means, when together, our morning drag time is double what it would be if we were alone.)

However, last night I ended up at his place.  I foresaw a little bit of a hassle in the morning, but I was in the mood to deal with it (sometimes I’m not).  Turns out it was a good thing that I did stay at his place.

At approximately 1:45am I woke from a sound sleep.  I wasn’t sure why, but recently I’ve been going through one of my insomnia phases, so I thought that might be it.  I started to roll over when I realized the ancient box window fan was sounding funnier than usual and there was a strange burning smell in the air.

My reflexes kicked in and before I really knew what was happening I leapt out of bed and rushed to the fan, which was luckily on my side of the bed.  CuteFilmNerd’s voice drowsily drifted from the bed.  “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s burning!” I replied as I followed the electrical cord to the cool plug (which sparked slightly, but not dangerously) and pulled it from the power strip.

That woke him up quick enough as he too leapt out of bed.  “What’s burning?”

“The fan, but it’s off now.”

Our hearts started to slow down as we realized the building was not in danger of burning down.  I padded off to the bathroom and when I returned CuteFilmNerd was sitting at his desk, looking a little stunned, from what I could see sans glasses.  He thanked me several times as we settled back into bed.

I think what happened was that the motor that turned the blades on the fan broke, but there was still something moving within the motor, so there was friction happening that created the burning smell.  To my sleepy nose, the smell reminded me of ozone, but with a burnt edge to it.  I haven’t looked at the fan since, nor do I think CuteFilmNerd has (he was more or less asleep when I left this morning), but I would be interested in inspecting it, just to see what happened.

Still, it’s a good thing I was there this morning, as CuteFilmNerd tends to sleep more deeply than I do.  It’s also a good thing that I’m going through my insomniac period right now, because if I weren’t, even I might not have awakened in time.


not much content…

I know that I haven’t posted much as of late with actual content, and for that I apologize. It’s not so much that I’m so totally heels-over-ass in love with CuteFilmNerd that nothing else matters (though there is a bit of that happening, I must admit – it ain’t perfect, but I’m okay with that, ’cause nothing’s perfect anyway).

It’s just that I’m still more burned out re: politics than I realized, though I’m keeping up on what’s going on and frequently have to stop myself from throwing something at the TV when CNN blathers on and on with “analysis” that is well and truly fucking annoying and not really analytical.

(PS: In January I promised that I would watch less CNN, which wasn’t such a hardship for me, as I didn’t watch it much to begin with. However, in January I wasn’t dating a self-proclaimed info addict who feels bereft if he misses CNN during the course of the day, even though he agrees with me that it’s primarily substance-free. I think the only thing he uses his TV for is watching DVDs and CNN. Oh dear.)

So yeah, I know about Sarah Palin and all that, but, ya know what? She’s a distraction. It’s important to know what she’s all about and to sift through the chaff to get at the wheat, especially since, should McCain be elected, she really would be an aneurysm away from the Big Chair. But I prefer to read up on her from sources that are neither rah-rah nor boo-hiss about her, such as Jim over at Stonekettle Station, a man who actually lives in Alaska and knows a thing or two about Palin as both Mayor of Wasilla and Governor of Alaska. He’s no raving ditto-head, being someone who values critical thinking and independent thought, so I trust his judgment in this regard.

Now personally, I don’t like Palin. She’s way too far right-wing on social issues that I care deeply about. Her apparent utter devotion to an extremely social conservative Christian denomination scares the crap out of me because it seems as if she’ll bring religion into government, which I am steadfastly against (see Carlin quote above). I don’t think she’s ready for the big leagues and I don’t agree that she should be taking on such a profoundly huge responsibility at this time (Down’s-Syndrome baby and pregnant teen and all – and yes, I’d say that if a male VP nominee were dealing with the same issues). It doesn’t help that she looks a hell of a lot like a former co-worker whom I didn’t like all that much. And I’m pissed off that it does seem as if one of the main reasons the McCain campaign chose her was to try to appeal to PUMAs and, they hope, other women. Granted, those women are not only supremely stupid but are betraying everything that Hillary Clinton has stood for to them, but still, for the rest of us with double X chromosomes – that is fucking insulting. Contrary what some may think, my brain cells did not migrate to my breasts once they started to develop at puberty (though that might explain why men stare at them when ostensibly talking to me).

But I have to say, if Palin has actually been a good governor for Alaska? Good on her. She gets credit for that and I will gladly give it. However, I do think she should just continue to be governor.

John Amato and Arianna Huffington are right. We are letting McCain and his campaign distract us with his glittery new VP nominee and we have got to stop. She’s not up for election. He is. We need to stop letting him sit back with that scary smirk as he lets Palin continue to be the shiny nickel that distracts us from his slight-of-hand.

(Tortured metaphor much?)

schmoopy thoughts…

Last night, as I lie in bed next to CuteFilmNerd, the Large Hadron Collider crossed my mind and I remembered that it was going online today, probably before I woke up. With all the talk of black holes forming and the world ending, I turned over and peered at the peacefully sleeping face of CuteFilmNerd and thought to myself, “Well, I seriously doubt we’re going to be sucked into a black hole, but if we are, this is a pretty good last sight on earth.” Then I snuggled closer and fell asleep.

six months ago…

…life was took a turn. And what a turn it was.

I was newly single after an eighteen month relationship broke apart. I was still sad, but looking out from under my rock to see what else was out there. In the looking I noticed the online profile of a handsome man whose words betrayed humor, intelligence and a politically lefty slant. So I wrote him a joke related to one of his jokes. I didn’t sign my name, because, though I think I’m rather pretty and quite sexy in my own Rubenesque way, I honestly thought he was out of my league and that I’d never hear back.

He replied that evening, calling me nameless charmer and asking me to drop him a line. So the next day I did. And four days later we met for our first date – a wonderful first date that was followed by a second date the next evening and more dates that week, all equally as wonderful.

That wonderful first date? Was six months ago today.

It’s true that these past six months have been filled with ups and downs here and there. We’ve each been going through our own brands of crap while trying to help each other make it through. But the truth of the matter is that I love CuteFilmNerd with all my heart and am very happy that we’re together and that we’ve made it this far.  And while nothing in life comes with a guarantee, I’m doing my best to make sure that we make it two, three, one hundred times as far.  And I know that he’s doing the same.  Because he loves me too.

Happy Six Month Anniversary, CuteFilmNerd. Thank you for a lovely, fabulous and eventful half-a-year. I love you.

happy birthday…

…to CuteFilmNerd. He has now joined me in being the Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything. And in tribute to this auspicious occasion, a few YouTube videos of a couple of his favorite movies:

THE ADVENTURES OF BUCKAROO BANZAI and TIME AFTER TIME, two movies we bonded over in our early emails:

CuteFilmNerd is a lover of movies in general (hence my nickname for him on this blog), but he especially loves cult movies such as CARNIVAL OF SOULS

…as well as PIRANHA:

I love you, honey. Have a fantastic birthday!


Well, that was a fun ride. Working on the 7th floor of a fairly narrow building, so I felt the 5.4 earthquake pretty strongly, though not enough to actually interrupt the work day. CuteFilmNerd felt it in his neck of the woods, closer to mid-Wilshire – first moderately strong earthquake he’s ever felt since moving to L.A. in 2001. And I imagine that Stan‘s office is a bit busy at the moment.

Having experienced the 1994 Northridge earthquake first hand and seen a lot of buildings I was very familiar with damaged or destroyed (my formative high school years were spent in the area and I worked near the Northridge Mall for over seven years, leaving the area less than a year before), this one didn’t seem near as bad, but it certainly served to remind folks that another one is just waiting in the wings.

Ah, the joy that is Southern California…