bad poems are an exercise in self rightousness

Under a desk,
you crouched,
assembling your partial life
Parting ways

You explained to me
With a certain candor
about fences,
striped sheets
and your Boarder’s girt card.

To what ends
was always unclear

Cautioning me I guess
Wasn’t an option
eventually you’d let me down
And
I know you knew it
you always did

that head of yours is on tight enough
To see the end of this
even if you still can’t pull your life together

Maybe my feeling just
Slipped your mind

Here we where
If given time
With effort
I could certainly do better then this,
but I probably won’t.

More fun with food

Butter and Ketchup and Pasta - It's what I had for Dinner!!

KNOW THEM .... LOVE THEM!!

So very very DELICIOUS

Films I found worth watching

My Name Is Julia Ross (1945)
IMDB Page
Thriller / Drama

The tagline sums it up fairly well.
“She went to sleep as a secretary ... and woke up a madman's "bride"!”

This was produced as a B-unit at Columbia. It was made to be a fill in, b-movie, low budget and quickly done. However it has risen above and is a wonderful early “Try to drive the woman crazy” film. That might not be a “real” category but it should be.
So this chick, Julia Ross, finds a job with this wealthy widow, Mrs. Hughes. As these stories are want to go, our hero has no real relations or friends (but one) and is new to the town. After a few days, she finds herself in a different house, wearing someone else’s cloths and the people around her are adamant that she is someone other then who she knows she is. The household’s residents, of course, mean for her to meet with a not so pleasant end. The son of the widow is pretty creepy and likes to play with knives, so that’s always a plus. Very 1940s, enjoyably dramatic, clever and well acted.



Gaslight (1944)
IMDB Page
Thriller/Drama

Ingrid Bergman
Angela Lansbury

Definition page
Main Entry: gaslight
Part of Speech: v
Definition: to manipulate someone into questioning their own sanity; to subtly drive someone crazy

Gaslight is about this girl Paula, who’s aunt and guardian, Alice is straggled. Paula goes away to Italy for ten years and returns to London married to Gregory Anton. Her new husband convinces her to move back to her aunts house in London. She is not keen but like any good woman dose what her man tells her too. He’s a bit shady and after they move in he slowly starts messing with her head. This is another “Try to drive the woman crazy” movie from the 1940s. Well acted, in fact this is, Angela Lansbury ‘s first film. And she’s a sarcastic sullen house maid named Nancy Oliver. Delightful. I love the ending of this film. Ingrid Bergman is a categorical goddess.

Please, anyone who wants to comment on these film or recommend others feel free... or cheap... or whatever. Just comment, add to the pot, don't let me rule the world alone.

Will the Real Tony's PIzza please stand up??

This last Saturday I was left home alone for a few hours. No kids no hubby. So what does a Joyce do when alone....? Well somethingc can't be mentioned due to my various dealing with the Illuminati but the stuff i can tell you about....Pizza -- Growing up in the early 1980s around my older brother and his gaming pals i learned how to spice up a frozen pizza.

1. Add Ketchup

2. Add other stuff (in this case turkey pepperoni)

3. Add MORE ketchup because you really can't have too much!

4. Bake

5. Wonder if this was such a good idea.

6. Eat (share with dog if applicable)

I also enjoyed some Eminem videos among other things. It was delightful, even though I missed not hanging out with my family and some of our friends… I did however go to a “Pimp and Ho” party later that evening but that’s a story for another time…

Crusty ties, cell phones and my own ambitions

A few months ago my husband and I were driving to our local bookstore when we spotted a troublesome sight. A grayish mid 90s Toyota with driver issues, in our lane. Well more like everyone’s lane. I wondered, could it be a momentary disagreement with the steering wheel? Hot cocoa on the groin? Maybe a chinchilla had scampered up the leg of his trousers? What could be the cause of such earnest zigzag? Because it did appear that his zigzags where the type one might but effort into, not those more one time casual try not to hit the kid on the sidewalk affairs.

Upon closer inspection, we discovered the cause of his disorderly driving. He was on his cellular phone. However he did seem troll-ish, I would question his driving even without the phone. It wasn’t his prematurely balding head, or crusty tie, but the lack of concern he showed for the rest of us, who where trying to share the road with him, that really pissed me off. He knew, but the ugly little man he was he wear his dismissal along with big gulp stains on his sleeve. My husband, with his usual cautionary attitude would not drive up along side of him so that I, with the help of my middle finger and impressive vocabulary could express my displeasure at his poor driving skills.

Usually, I couldn’t give a fuck. We all need to monitor ourselves and I’ve seen people drive and multi task with success. Same as I have seen others fail even when giving their surroundings full attention.

I wasn’t done yet, so we followed this vehicularly challenged individual. He stopped at an Asian take out palace. We parked around the corner. On the torn inside of an RX bag I wrote a note expressing my concern and disapproval. He had endanger not only us but all others in the vicinity and really was it worth it? I also made a mild critic about his character. Of course I don’t believe I used any words with more then 5 letters. It was… colorful….

Then, with ninja like skill my husband took the note and placed it causally on the drivers seat of said individual’s car. His window was rolled down or more like, judging by the condition of the car, maybe didn’t have an “Up” option. This perhaps is also an estimation of the type of monotonous life the driver lives. His was grubby and unpleasant - not in a love of life dirty hippy or angry with bitter punk rock over tones … just icky. Like a troll. Without purpose.

The moral of the story …? I feel like playing around with adjectives today and don’t drive like a retarded goblin bastard with goat breath and a crusty tie, because next time you might get more then a note from me.

Ponderous...

To Twitter or not to Twitter... that is the question.

Do you know what you can do with your daily prompt?

Shove it in a fox hole and set it on fire?

Lately I have been struggling with my writing, maybe more just waiting till I decide I want to be a traffic flagger or jazz musician instead, then I won't have to write at all. Well, except to fill out job resumes at flagging and jazz companies... if that’s how its done.

So I resorted to trying daily writing prompts and ideas from the internet. You know, like they gave you in school or the ones in "Daily Journals" (they usually have pastel covers with words like Hope or Inspiration on them), B&N sells them for 20$. This was an attempt to stretch my brain, try to think a bit more in normal terms. I can be pretty isolated at times, its an attempt to think "outside my house".

Well... the stuff though that comes up on these list are tedious sappy and overly ripened i have a hard time mustering up enough motivation or interest

Here are some examples:
My favorite color is because....
My family would describe me as…
Describe what you think the world will be like in the year 2050


Do you see what i have to work with here? Maybe i just find disappointment because i have a "negative attitude" I don't even know what i expect or wanted out of this.


If anything, Tasha at least enjoys them. That’s a win right there. She prefers though, to draw instead of write the subject. Maybe i should try it her way.


Any topic/prompt or whatever ideas people have to help me with trying to do some daily writing (not even blogging just written) would be appreciated.

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Well i guess we'll see how long this lasts.

It was one of those moments when you just pause... you see something, could be an email, or website, or someone’s stupid mobile update, or even a comment someone makes on someone else’s facebook status.

But this time you really look even if its unrelated you just look. Then quite unexpectedly you undergo a bit of ill regret, embarrassment, or just something uncomfortable you can't quite name. A trigger goes off in your belly, some memory you’re certain you’d shoved deep down and denied. Some mistake you've made in the past. Some time, act, person, whatever it was, its an admittance, a facing off with that desire or impulse. At one time it was important you really fucking wanted, need, whatever it. Something back there you did, you felt, you followed, stalked and shook and considered (not with reason of course) and now... now... You are suddenly reminded of the whole bloody thing. A realization slips over you. What an epic fail that was. How could you have ever even in anyway and to still…. Just a little… oh you just sigh and rant and want to vomit. Anyway had one of those the other day.

Oh also I was Bruno and it was fucking vulgar and crass and ill and WONDERFULLY FUNNY!! I hate funny but for this... this was good. http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809922951/info