Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Happy Halloween!

Hello, readers. Having a spooktacular day, I trust? If you're going out in costume, what did you decide to be this year?

Yours Truly did Halloween right...I spent it in a cemetery. I'm working on a project that required me to do a photoshoot at an actual open grave. It was a day shoot, which made the experience a little less creepy...still, looking down into an empty grave makes my skin crawl. I've seen to many zombie movies, I guess. So there I was at a cemetery in Burbank, driving around with a camera, eyes peeled for a pile of freshly turned earth. Despite the incredible size of this particular body dump, there were no open graves to be found. I finally pulled over and asked a couple of gravediggers if they could help me out. Can you imagine what these dudes must have been thinking? I mean, here comes some whitebread chick with a paparazzo-size camera, in the middle of the afternoon, looking very *not* goth, asking where all the fresh graves were at. It was comical. They were understandably confused, but very nice to me. One of them kept pointing me towards funerals in progress. I had to reiterate that there couldn't be an actual casket in the hole. Besides, can you imagine me trying to take pictures around a funeral? "Excuse me, ma'am, I'm sorry for your loss, but you're in my shot." Not my style.

Actual conversation snippet:
Mexican gravedigger: "Ah, so you need to see the big hole?"
My reply: "Well, this could really be misconstrued, but yes, I do."

Finally, one of the guys (thanks, Romero!) took me up a remote hill where one of his cohorts had been digging just a few hours previously. It was fresh, messy and yawning for an occupant. Perfect! I got down and dirty on the ground and got my shot. I'm still trying to get dead people dirt off me. What a glamorous job I have. I suffer – SUFFER, I tell you! for my art.

For your viewing pleasure, a Bollywood version of Michael Jackson's "Thriller." It's priceless...I can't get it out of my head. "Gooooolemarrrr!"

Thursday, October 26, 2006

I heart New York

Hello readers! You may have noticed that I haven't posted a story in a while; I've been up to my slender neck in work mayhem. Getting up from my desk to go pee is all the exercise I get lately. It's a bummer, but stay tuned, as I will soon return to my regularly scheduled programming.

In the meantime, here's some snarky goodness from the blog Overheard In New York:

Cokehead to small dog: You piss me off.
--St Marks Place
Overheard by: Murray

Crackhead to French girls: This side of the station is for crackheads only. You are in violation of code 113, this area is reserved for crackheads only. So move now.
--110th St Train Station

Conductor: Ladies and gentlemen, the next stop is 59th Street. And if you haven't voted and are thinking of voting for Bush, please see the movie Fahrenheit 9/11. Thank you. Stand clear of the closing doors.
--4 Train, 42nd St
Overheard by: Jonny

Hobo to well-endowed girl on the street: Damn girl! I wish I met you when I had a job!
--54th & 9th Ave.
Overheard by: Jasmine

I do love California, but the natives are nowhere near as interesting. My hometown knows how to bring it.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

This explains so much!

Or does it... discover the truth here.

I hope that my bepenised readers are not offended...it's all in good fun. In fact, I'm fairly certain that the series is actually produced by men (and well done, too). With that in mind, if you *are* upset with me, just take two Midol, curl up with a heating pad, and call me in the morning!

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Hear, hear.

I have no idea who wrote this; it was sent to me by my friend Tabitha. I like the attitude of this piece, so I thought I'd share. Enjoy!

Girls vs. Grown Women

Girls leave their schedule wide-open and wait for a guy to call and make plans.
Grown women make their own plans and nicely tell the guy to get in where he fits in.

Girls want to control the man in their life.
Grown women know that if he's truly hers, he doesn't need controlling.

Girls check you for not calling them.
Grown women are too busy to realize you hadn't.

Girls try to put a man 'on lock' by using sex.
Grown women know that it's the sex of the mental kind that makes a man want to 'lock' you down.

Girls fake-moan, lay there and take the stabbing.
Grown women say, "Just stop", get up, get dressed and walk it out.

Girls are afraid to be alone.
Grown women revel in it – using it as a time for personal growth.

Girls ignore the good guys.
Grown women ignore the bad guys.

Girls make you come.
Grown women make you come home.

Girls worry about not being pretty and/or good enough for their man.
Grown women know that they are pretty and/or good enough for any man.

Girls try to monopolize all their man's time (i.e, don't want him hanging with his friends).
Grown women realize that a little bit of space makes the 'together time' even more special – and goes to kick it with her own friends!

Girls think a guy crying is weak.
Grown women offer their shoulder and a tissue.

Girls want to be spoiled and 'tell' their man so.
Grown women 'show' him and make him comfortable enough to reciprocate without fear of losing his 'manhood'.

Girls get hurt by one man and make all men pay for it.
Grown women know that that was just one man.

Girls fall in love, chase aimlessly after the object of their affection, ignoring all 'signs'.
Grown women know that sometimes the one you love, don't always love you back – and move on, without bitterness.

Girls will read this and get an attitude.
Grown women will read this and pass it on to other Grown women!

Tuesday, October 17, 2006


Just watch it.

UPDATE: Two great articles from Diane Mapes.

Monday, October 16, 2006


For the most part, the single life agrees with me. However, I'm often told that I need to find a "good man." That's easier said than done, chicklets - if good men grew on trees, Yours Truly's blog would not exist. You know the old saying - "A good man is hard to find." Well, I could also say that a hard man is good to find, but that's another post entirely. Still, the archetypal Good Man is the proverbial brass ring of the dating world. Sounds like something I should want! But what does it mean?

Let's define "good," shall we? I'll leave out all the online profile stuff (has a sense of adventure! likes long walks in the moonlight!) and give you my personal bottom line: a good man pulls his weight in a relationship.

Readers, marriage is not in my future if I can't get me one of those men - and if there are none left, I will choose perpetual singlehood.

Listen, I know lots of good men. I'm aware that the male gender is not categorically lazy or selfish, but I have to say, I do not get favorable reports from most of my committed girlfriends. Tales of men who won't clean up after themselves, who won't help with the kids, who feign cluelessness when confronted about pee on the toilet seat/beard hairs in the sink/skidmarked underwear on the bedroom floor abound among married women. I've heard women refer to their first baby as their "second child," because their husband always acted so helpless. Too many of the women I know who've been married (or in long-term relationships) have relayed tales of being treated like cleaning, cooking, fucking machines by the man for whom they've forsaken all others. Hell, I have a friend whose boyfriend took off his dirty socks and threw them into her bedroom corner on their second date. Now, there's a suitor that wants to impress!

This may sound silly to some. "Ginger, what's a few dirty dishes? Some dirty clothes? It doesn't take you long to do it, does it?" Well, no, it doesn't, but that's not the point, poppets. The point is, if you make a mess and don't clean it up, you are disrespecting your partner. You are saying, in effect, "I won't do it, because I think it's your job, even though it's my mess." Not cool. Not even remotely cool, particularly if you do it day in and day out for years.

Mind you, husbands are not the root of all evil! I am not writing this post to condemn marriage as an institution. It can and does offer many benefits, for both partners. I've gotten some positive feedback from both husbands and wives. I know that there are men who pull their weight at home without being asked (my father is one of them, so you can blame him for my standards). I know that there are sloppy women, too. I know some happy wives who feel that their lives are much improved since they married. I'm a bit ambivalent as to whether marriage would actually improve my life, but when you meet a good person, things can change very quickly. I'm always open to change. Dear readers, constant change is life's only guarantee. As my Nan often says, "We make plans...and God laughs."

I'll tell you what, though; I am beyond petrified that I'll choose a guy who seems self-sufficient during courtship, only to revert to an adult childhood after the honeymoon. Reading this certainly hasn't helped. Seriously, check out the comments section - it's scarier than Night of the Living Dead.

Why are we still hearing these stories 30 years after the feminist revolution? If my significant other asked me where his boxers were, I would laugh, and not kindly. I follow my own rules, by the way. I've known where my panties were since I was three or four years old. No one waits on me, because I have four working limbs and a functioning brain. "Pull Your Weight" should be emblazoned on my family crest. Will there be times in a relationship when one partner needs support, and the other shoulders more work, to be supportive? Of course! Later on, should the other partner show their appreciation by maybe doing a little extra without being nagged? You betcha! Give and take. It goes both ways, or maybe I just think it should...in practice, it doesn't always work that way. Realizing this leaves me torn. How am I supposed to view a man as a full partner if he loses his ability to launder his own socks as soon as we get serious? How do I navigate the inevitable difficult times with an overgrown child who doesn't clean up after himself because it "hadn't occurred" to him? I'll be a mother to whatever children I bear, but not to the man who shares my bed. Does that mean I'll always sleep alone?

"Wife" is a job description, I'm often told. Well, "Husband" should be, too - and only good men need apply.

UPDATE: This is mind-blowing. Is it that difficult for women to speak honestly to their men? I've never had that problem...and I've never gotten married. Coincidence? Hmmm...

Hedonistic Pleasureseeker chimes in here.

Here's even more food for thought from PunkAss Blog.



Calling a spade a spade.


Friday, October 13, 2006

Happy Friday the 13th!

Hello everybody,
I've been crazy busy and have been too tired to post...I'll put up a new story this weekend. In the meantime, check out this hilarious video of The Deadly Ninja Chicken.

Hat tip to Shakespeare's Sister.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Love never dies

If she were still here, my mother would have been 57 today.
Happy Birthday Mom, wherever you are.

New blogroll!

Hello readers! Please forgive the lack of posts over the past week. I took some time off from my life and went to New York for a week. I visited family and zoned out for a bit, to clear my head. It was just what I needed.

I've finally added a links list to the blog; scroll down and you'll see a list called "Ginger Loves:". A couple of the links are really fun; "Stack the Cats" is a great timesuck when you're bored. If you're a blogger who reads Freak Magnet regularly, and you'd like to create a reciprocal link (or if you've linked to me already, and I don't know it), just drop me a line!

Stay tuned for new posts coming soon!

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

"Make it work!"

I've gotten hooked on Project Runway this season. On the show's website, you can play designer and come up with your own outfit...I'll bet that Tim Gunn (on whom I have an intense non-sexual crush) would be proud of me. I think it's hot - definitely my own unique style. What do you think? Hot or not? Should I be "auf'd?"


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