93.1 Jack FM is Uber-Entertaining

Since NPR does a lot of repeats over the weekend, Gadget and I have been switching over to Jack FM as we unpack and paint and prepare our new home. Man, Jack FM is entertaining! Their slogan is, "93.1 Jack FM: Playing What We Want", and they're not kidding. With zero respect for "decent" segues, they go from Nena (99 Luftballoons) to Tom Petty to Foo Fighters to Madness (Our House) to Led Zeppelin.  It's just plain fun to reminisce about the songs and artists and even sing along from time to time. Since the selection is so random, there's really something for everyone, and every decade of everyone's tastes. If you're in need of some enjoyable radio, which is becoming more and more rare these days, tune in to 93.1 Jack FM.

The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn

I have done little else but read and write these past few days. Reading The Twilight Saga inspired an unexpected outpouring of songs and emotion and poetry and prose. I'm at the beginning of Breaking Dawn now and already dreading the end of the series. It's always been hard for me to detach from characters and fictional worlds once I've fully committed to their stories.

I went to see Twilight yesterday, and like Gabbie foretold, it sucked. It pissed me off how poorly cast some of the characters were, especially Bella. Talk about overacting! All the endearing parts of her were simply gone. And what was with fat-hooker-face Rosalie? All wrong. I was pleasantly surprised by Robert Pattison; his style reminds me a lot of Joaquin Phoenix's. He looked way too human though. Was I the only one expecting more sparkly vampire glory from the sunlight scene?

Miraculously, I managed to put the crack down (by "crack", I mean Breaking Dawn, the fourth and final book in The Twilight Saga) to snap this picture of Sam giving me the stare down. Little attention whore that he is isn't digging all this vampire tomfoolery. He wants his mother back.

Twilight

Through my cross-continental communications with my sister, Gabbie, I understood that I had to read Twilight before seeing the movie. In her own words, "To Twi-hards, the movie is gonna' suck, but to people who haven't read it, it's gonna' be great." From what I gathered, it was better to be in-the-know than to be blissfully unaware that the movie was an utter disaster, paling in comparison to the spellbinding content of the books. My sister went on to say, "You'd love it, Tiz. It's a good read", and I was sold.

I borrowed Twilight yesterday from my best friend who had devoured the entire series months ago. By the time we were getting ready to meet for lunch today I was asking, "Can you bring the next one in the series?" She thought ahead and brought me the remaining three books, knowing that I'd be needing them soon.

Currently, I'm at the end of book one, and I'm hooked. I have my sister, Gabbie, to thank for my renewed bloodlust (and probable sleep deprivation).

Edgar Allan Poe + Sweatshirt = Awesome

I'm one of those people who actually likes the way I look when I wake up. No make up, no hair-do, no diva-glasses to hide my googly eye - bring it. 

After an exhilarating weekend of putting my best face forward (which I'll elaborate on in a future post), it seems necessary to give myself a break. To be grungy, unkempt, and quite comfy. Yeah, today is a rock n' roll day of relaxation.

In the name of relaxation, I'm spending the day in my favorite article of clothing: My Edgar Allan Poe sweatshirt. It's interesting: I have two closets, a six-drawer dresser, and a large chest overflowing with all sorts of clothing (not to mention the seasonal items that I stash under the bed and dresser) and this, this junky $5 thrift shop find is my absolute favorite!

I picked up this gem a few years back at Buffalo Exchange while on a visit to California before I made my move. I like to imagine that it was made by college kid who was really passionate about arrrt and really desperate to make a couple bucks. 

Mr. Poe and I are off to honor the iguana. Fleas be with you.

Rock n' Roll Halloween with Avril Lavigne!

I got to go to a pretty rad Halloween party at the Key Club earlier in the week. Gadget and I were invited courtesy of the cutest little Joker you ever did see, Deryck Whibley. Avril was there along with a slew of other talented musicians, including Mike Malinin of the Goo Goo Dolls, and Evan Taubenfeld. Deryck and his band of misfits performed a great selection of covers including David Bowie's "Suffragette City" and Joan Jett's "Bad Reputation", which Mrs. Whibley hopped on stage to sing.

For a couple who the media portrays as "breaking up", they looked pretty darn in love to me.

I found this picture through Google; I'm not into the whole stalker-fan/paparazzi bit myself.

Later in the evening, thanks to someone's pile of puke stinkin' up the place, the party moved upstairs to the main level of the Key Club. Petty Cash opened for LA's greatest, Steel Panther!!! Avril got on stage with them and did an amusing and drunken version of "I Love Rock n' Roll". 

Twas a wonderful night of rock n' roll merriment!!!