“County library?
Reference desk, please.
Hello?
Yes, I need a word definition.
Well, that’s the problem.
I don’t know how to spell it and I’m not allowed to say it.
Could you just rattle off all the swear words you know and I’ll stop you when..
Hello?”
- Calvin & Hobbes

Words are a funny thing.  They are only as strong as the reader makes them.  That’s why writing is such a powerful, fluid medium; words can take on an entirely different meaning to two different readers, just based on the bias of the eyes scanning them.

Words can also be empty.  Insincerity can often leave a glowing compliment appearing bland and lifeless. 

For instance:

When I say, “GOD, I am so gorgeous and beautiful and I know it, and so does everyone else,” everyone will gather their own opinion about the attitude in which the statement was penned.  While some newbies who’ve never met me before might think, “My goodness, that lady has confidence,” Delle would say, “Have you been drinking?  Jesus God, woman, snap out of it.”

The same could be said about entries I write that are not as specific as “Bryan said ____” or “The Coven did _____”.   Sometimes, I will write heated, veiled entries naming no one in particular.  I do this for me to vent.  It keeps me from homicide.  Or worse.

But here’s the thing: although I may bitch and whine on here, I always make a point to speak my mind in reality.  When I wrote some obviously emotionally turbulent stuff last week, it was so I could put words to my thoughts, and then when it came time to speak about The Boy and his place, I had the words.  I have to find my words on paper before I can say them with my mouth.  This makes me a more organized and together person.  Which, believe you me, is best for everyone.

So if you know I’m upset, it’s best to let me alone.  I will talk when I am ready.  I value my words immensely and want to put the right ones out there.  And if I don’t talk to you, it’s not cowardice or fear or anything like that, it’s that you’re simply not worth my words.

It’s just been a Monday at work here today.

“Better to be known as a sinner than a hypocrite.”
- Proverb quotes

For an awfully long weekend, it seemed to fly by too quickly.

Friday night, we had a date night, which involved dinner at Pepito’s (mm.. Pepito’s) and a movie at the Rave.  Although “Saw III” had been calling my name for weeks, we decided to go against our norm and see a movie that opened THAT day.  We managed to get last minute tickets to see “Borat:Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan”, and it was worth every dime.  More so.

Sascha Baron Cohen is brilliant in the low-budget, underground marketing he used for this movie; you couldn’t log in to MySpace without seeing Borat’s familiar eyebrows and moustache plastered on every page.  The buzz built quickly, although I imagine most of the kids in attendance in our showing had NO idea what they were in for. (I was familiar with Cohen’s many characters, and I knew he enjoys pushing the boundaries of good taste.) It was freaking hysterical.  No group, stereotype, or nationality was safe from his ridicule, but he’s brilliant because he does it through such a loveable character.

And yes, he makes a stop in Birmingham.  It was NIIIIICE.

The audience, a group of young, white mostly male theatregoers, stayed with the premise until Borat visited a Christian, evangelist church.  Suddenly, Bryan and I were the only ones laughing.  It got VERY quiet in the room.  Eerily quiet.

Anyway, everyone should see this movie.  It makes you stop and ponder our day-to-day life. 

Saturday was spent at Trumbauer, but I don’t have much to report about that.  I loved seeing a large group of talented theatre people in one room, but I was exhausted by the end of the day.  And while it’s nice to be “courted” by upcoming directors to come out for their show, really, I just want to be home with my husband.

WITH MY HUSBAND.  AT HOME.

Saturday night was a night for margaritas, candlelight, and Norah Jones.  Which is a nice way to spend a Saturday night.

Sunday brought The Rocky Horror Show, which was quite the experience.  There’s a Visa commerical waiting to be written about it, but I can’t, because I’m a nice person.  Jay Poff was incredibly hott, Caroline was STUNNING (OHMYGOD, I WOULD KILL FOR YOUR BODY, GIRL!), Kevin has an amazing ass, Chris Clark was perfect in his role.. I could go on.  It was a fun way to spend a couple of hours.

But, truth be told, I’m very theatre-ed out.  I’m ready to just be at home.

…

I wish somebody liked being at home with me.