The Wind's Master 1984 Russian animation (A Nice End to a Tough Year)

I haven't been posting, I've been decorating!!!

Merry Christmas, kiddies. (I almost wrote Ya filthy animals, since Home Alone's been on a few times.) But I didn't. I love this season. More than anything.

Here's a clip I found of one of my favorite houses from the Bronx. The Garabedians go all out each year. Enjoy!

The Best Display in the Bronx

Michael Myers During October (Halloween Parody)

Wait til the End. What a payoff!

As I Ran To Your Heart To Be Near...Almost 30 years now

Stevie Nicks, My Other Favorite Gemini.

Joe Biden's Eulogy. McCain could be complicated, but so are we. Watch this, watch it again. Study it. Words to reflect upon...

Story of My Life...I Wish This Were Longer

If Every Tear You Ever Cried Could Sit Down and Talk To One Another, This is What They Would Say...

When Satan wakes up in a good mood.

Met Harry 24 years ago today at Tower Records...What a wonderful guy!!

The Cure "To The Sky"-- something dark? or something good about to end soon?

The Cure The Same Deep Water As You

A Lyric For my Exes -- You Didn't Leave Me Anything That I Can Understand

THE FUCKING DAY I HAD TODAY. I WANT TO CRY DAMMIT.

The Future of American Ice Dance: Ponomarenko & Carreira from California!

Jade Strings: Kissing you (Harp & Cello version) CURRENT MOOD

Just What I Need Before An Eclipse

9 years

Well, since I've fallen into a trip house and mashup music mix (this is what I'm calling my current YouTube problem, since it's my radio at this point), I haven't blogged.

Kashi the Kalico (how Kardashian of me!) is going to be 16 in 1 week. Little fuzzerbug. My Pinterest board is now flooded of pics of Pete Steele (Rest His Soul) and deviant art cartoons.

I'm still here, though. It feels weird, if I do say so.

Not much has changed, I still hate phones with all my might, and I wish it would stop raining. Summers aren't supposed to be this wet. They're supposed to be sunny and fun. Rain on top of humidity on top of bug bites...UGH.

Ok, this concludes my rant for today. Everyone's going on and on about "Thank you for attending my TED talk." Can I call it a TED rant? I wonder...

Peter Gabriel - Blood Of Eden

2 Years Gone...Finally, My Eyes Are Open

Current mood: having breakfast and wondering what happened yesterday in a Barnes & Noble. I go to pick up my commemorative Prince magazine. 2 years gone. I dip into the vinyl section. I spy a Rush record, Chris's favorite. I go to walk away, something ??? makes me look back. I slip my fingers behind the record to flip behind it, poof! A 12 inch vinyl copy of "Raspberry Beret" is staring at me. Chris knows I loved that song. He gave me a videotape of the actual full-length song years later. I can't remember if he loved Prince because of the guitar work in Purple Rain, but this was kicked into full gear when he met me. I adored Prince, and still do. I purchased the magazine and the copy. I haven't had a vinyl copy of Beret since 1985, the year we connected. The B side is interesting, too: She's Always In My Hair. I referenced this when I initially dyed my hair purple upon hearing the news from Paisley Park. That was a reminder, too, this week.

I go into Petco to get the special food for my old, diabetic kitty. The tabby mix in the glass cage was named...Paisley. Another Prince reference. I felt a catch in my throat and smiled. P had a cat named Paisley. When I got on the Prince forums 2 years ago, I actually spoke to one of the vet techs that took care of the cat in Minnesota. She was a long haired calico that died at the age of 15. My cat is a calico, too. Wow.

Something's afoot lately. Watching, hovering. Not sinister, just aware. Opening my eyes. Simply amazing. I found this video last night on vimeo. YouTube pulled it down. The "helium" voice at the end is the type of thing that would crack up me and Chris. We were silly and savage in what made us laugh. I have no turntable to play any vinyl, but when I get my things out of storage...

Breakfast Can Wait

Gone Forever, It Seems You Were Right...

I started playing this in January 1987. The lyrics were second to the melody, which I became quite taken with. I now realize the lyrics describe Chris and me perfectly. Letting go, moving on, and ultimately, looking back. At least he passed in winter, his favorite season. Snow and cold were our 2 favorite things... Save me, Save me....I'm slipping away....
Slippin' Away

10 days in...

Not feeling normal at all. Breast hurts, hair continues to thin, and I have to find the strength to take down the damn Christmas tree. Off to run errands tomorrow. Oh, joy. Happy New Year? I doubt it.