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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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.

playing with fire and stomach art

i like playing with fire. literally. i also like writing out my intentions… aka wishes… aka desires. i like taking my penned up happy and anxious energy of my longings and creating an outlet for them. writing it out is a good one. a fun one. especially when i know fire will be involved in my ritual.

i wrote out my intentions (asking)

i placed them in the fire to consume (believing)

and now i am in the receiving mode.

i am reading compass of the soul – 52 ways intuition can guide you to the life of your dreams. every good scallywaif needs a good compass. we were all given our own compass. some people use it. some people don’t. some people are afraid of it. some people are conditioned to deny it. unless they refer to it as discernment, then it’s somehow acceptable. all of that to say, i am unapologetically using my god-given compass. happily.

 i am thinking mondays will make a rather nice day to blog about my shiny little compass and the experiences that follow. but please understand that even though i will be blogging about my compass, i will not waste any energy defending it or seeking to try to make it make any sense to anyone. there are people who will just naturally get it and understand exactly where i am coming from and people who simply will not. i am ok with simply nots. just know that there will be no explanations or defending. you are welcome to see what i am doing with my life, but that is all i am offering you.

compass of the soul blurb: happiness begins with you. “i am more and more convinced that our happiness or our unhappiness depends far more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselves.” – wilhelm von humboldt.

i don’t know who the hell wilhelm von humboldt is, but i like what he has to say and i imagine he is worth a google.

intuition can come in many forms. inner voice, dreams, emotions – feeling right or experience a sense of distrust about an individual or situation. physical sensations – gut feeling. the japanese call intuition “stomach art.” i love that term! instant knowing – sudden flash, at times called the “eureka” effect. symbols -a symbolic image. like an impression of a rocky road if you choose path A. if you choose path B. you may see a well-paved path in your mind’s eye. and last, coincidences and synchronicity. it’s been said that coincidences are god’s way of remaining anonymous.

lynn a. robinson explains: “each and every one of us is born with an intuition code.” it’s the wise part of you that knows your purpose in life and provides a constant outflow of information to assist you with the choices to live your purpose.”

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

food scallywaif style – pegleg pimento

we are flexitarians. flexible vegetarians. it’s the best way to describe our… undiet. i am preparing food scallywaif style. today’s special: pegleg pimento sandwiches with potato and leak leek soup. just last month i hated pimento sandwiches. i would rather lick the bottom of your boot than eat a pimento sandwich. but a few weeks ago, my MIL made the most divine sandwiches i have ever tasted. i couldn’t believe it was pimento. NOTHING pimento-ee about them… other than the pimentos. let me take you there: imagine soft cream cheese. imagine a little shredded sharp cheddar. imagine a little garlic. imagine a few pimentos. imagine it blended beautifully all together in one big dreamy creamy and rich mound of goodness. imagine eating it open face with garlic clove bread. i am getting a stiffy just thinking about it.