The Burbs – 7 sin-ton-says

The Burbs. Radass. 80’s. Flick. FYI This aint a movie review. It’s me doing my 7 sin-ton-says. (7 sentences – for people who can’t read code)

 Why do I like this movie?

1. Welp, cause it awesome. It’s dark and it’s funny. I can smugly relate to that.

2. The sardine scene kills my funny femur bone every time.

3. Every neighbor in the burbs has a set of issues. I’m all about issues right now. I think it’s healthy and wise to admit to having issues. I am about sick of fake flakes as of late. But that’s for another blog entry….

 4. Tom Hanks / Ray Peterson is obsessed. I can relate to obsessive behavior.

5. Ray Peterson’s obsessive behavior finally pays off. I can relate to that, too.

6. I think Corey Fieldman  Feldman was actually in a place of liking himself in this film. Which is a really cool thing for him.

7. A secret: I may love unicorns, orchids and most things that sparkle, but I have always felt like a Klopek at heart.

~S~

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the color orange!

Page 13 Tree ~ textured on canvas, acrylic paints, vintage book pages. ♥

Orange is my power color this season. I have never really given the color orange a second thought, but somewhere out of the brilliant sunlight, KA-POWIE, all I see is the color orange. I am drawn to it. I feel like I need it. I wear it when I can. When I go thrift storin’ I head straight to the orange blouse section. I want to paint my toe nails orange while drinking an iced Orange Crush.

 
Orange is a power color. It is one of the healing colors. It is said to increase the craving for food. It also stimulates enthusiasm and creativity. Orange means vitality with endurance. People who like orange are usually thoughtful and sincere. Lady luck’s color is orange.

 Orange Energy

 While red is associated with fiery heat, orange is associated with the benign warmth of the sun. A dynamic color to be sure, orange offers a more thoughtful control than explosive red. Curiosity is a driving characteristic of orange, and with it comes exploration of new things.

 Put some orange in your life when you want:

  • to spice things up when you feel time is dragging
  • to become more involved in something
  • to increase creativity
  • relief from things becoming too serious

 Wearing orange during times of stress, or shock can help to balance your emotions. It can bring about the willingness to embrace new ideas with enjoyment and a sense of exploration and creative play.

cream or incense with your coffee?

 

some people take cream with their coffee. i take incense with mine. and yes, i consider myself a “coffee drinker” even if mine does have tons of chocolate bathing in it, so back off… i haven’t had my coffee yet… i have created ANOTHER daily ritual for myself. funny ironic cause i use to hate tradition, but now that i have been coming up with my own, and understanding the meanings behind what i am doing — i have become quite the little free-spirited tradition making hussy. incense and coffee in the morning. i don’t know what it is, but even tho my body feels obstinately tired and my conscious mind seems flippant and foggy. my subconscious mind is still going strong on its very own wanderlust trip. it is like my brain is still in dreamland somewhere. and i just so happen to be the type of person who embraces this sort of thing. i don’t want to shake it off and move on. i do not think that would be wise. i do not want to miss out on something life-changing because i am busy doing cookie cutter motions in the morning. dream land is more of a reality for me. my authentic universe. so i am thinking: dear scallywaif, drink some coffee, wake the hell up, and get in touch with whatever messages your dreams are trying to tell you. light some incense, be still, and listen. wake up enough to make some sense out of it and be creative today with what has been brought to mind. i also spend this time reading and writing out whatever has been made reality– like right now.

fanatical criminal

“A child does not have to be motivated to learn; in fact, learning cannot be stopped. A child will focus on the world around him and long to understand it. He will want to know why things are the way they are. He won’t have to be told to be curious; he will just be curious. He has no desire to be ignorant; rather he wants to know everything. ” —Valerie Fitzenreiter, in The Unprocessed Child: Living Without School

 

 

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily,
joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
clinical, intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world’s asleep,
the questions run too deep
for such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.

Now watch what you say or they’ll be calling you a radical,
liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re
acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!

At night, when all the world’s asleep,
the questions run so deep
for such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.

the logical song by supertramp

walking my own plank and writing about it.

 

i took the words scallywag and waif and married them. i feel like a scallywaif — playfully mischievous. waif = i’m tiny in stature, but that is beside the point. i feel small in comparison to the huge universe that seduces me with all of its mind blowing whims. i’m the girl who likes to roll up her knickers and play in the mud. i am easily charmed by the heat and designs of fire. and the wind is a dear friend of mine that sweeps my hair in all the right places. i’m a dreamer, but at the same time i’m big on living in the moment. i love change. i am not the same girl i was last week or even two minutes ago. you can call it “reinventing”, but i don’t see it in those terms. i hate cliches, but life really IS a journey. Each event, circumstance and person i come across leaves an impression on my soul and it changes who i am. although i have had several blogs — sev-a-ral blogs, this is the first blog that is just for me. my candid little crazy ass self is going to cut loose. i’m blogging for me this time. my therapy. my sanity. welcome.