Bear

Halloween is my ultimate fave time of year. I like Christmas because people feel like they have to be nice and after forcing themselves to behave a certain way they usually fall into line and realize it's nice to be nice, but over all it's a lot of build up and stress for one day.

Halloween isn't like that. (Unless you get all hyped when everyone says they'll dress up and then they all bail at the last minute leaving you a sobbing mess of flesh... but I got over that. I'm my own dude.) Halloween is a nationally recognized excuse to dress like absolutely anything you want while parading around in the dark. And you get to carve pumpkins and hand out/receive candy. Am I missing something? How has everyone not caught onto the brilliance? How can anyone possibly think this sounds like a chore!?

I was a little sad because I thought I wouldn't have anything to get out to this year, but am pleased to announce, I have plans! Brad and I are going to a halloween party. A real Halloween party, with decorations and costumes! I also get to host a pumpkin carving night like I like to do. This shit's shaping up, kids! AND I decorated our apartment real spooky like! Our mantle looks fanfreakintastic!

Once again, in typical Marcie fashion, I've been pondering costumes all year, but can't remember any of them. Except the fallback plan of Robert Plant, but I think that's just too easy and not nearly witty enough. Maybe I could go as Robert Planter? Robert with a planter's wart? Or Robert Planters Peanut? The top half of Robert with the bottom half of a peanut? Hmm... that just might work.

This post is pretty pointless and it was all just a way to show you another picture from the MOCA. It was the one thing Brad and I thought was mind meltingly cool. It might also be the inspiration to his costume. I want him to dress up as it, just in case someone saw the exhibit. I want someone to walk up and say:

Contemporary art, huh? Very cool!

"And that brings us to our next piece entitled, Condensation Cube."

When I was nineteen or so, I was introduced to Robert Frank's photography. I'd never seen anything like it, because I lived under a rock, and immediately fell under his spell. In typical Marcie fashion this meant I would do absolutely nothing about it aside from thinking of him from time to time for the next nine years. (Brad and I have a running joke about who my celebrity crush is. I pick a new one every time I see a movie I like because I can't remember who my last one was. This sums up my life. I can't remember what I like unless I'm reminded.)

Lucky for me, someone not only reminded me of Robert Frank's existence, but told me he currently has an exhibit at the MOCA. Well. Hot damn! I've always wanted to see an exhibit of his!

Brad and I went on Saturday. It was lovely to see his work and I was a happy camper that we went, instead of adding it to the list of things I spaced out on until it was too late. Now. As for the rest of the museum.

MOCA. Museum of CONTEMPORARY Art.

A common concern since the early part of the 20th century is the question of what constitutes art. This concern can be seen running through the "modern" and "postmodern" periods. The concept of avant-garde^[11] may come into play in determining what art is taken notice of by galleries, museums, and collectors. Serious art is ultimately exceedingly difficult to distinguish definitively from art that falls short of that designation.

Cough.

I may not be no educated art gal, but to me, there are two very distinct types of art. The type I can only dream of achieving and the type I could achieve. The latter, in my mind, not being art. This may sound harsh and everybody has a different way of expressing themselves and their vision and blah blah blah blah, but seriously. Don't put a tampon in a tea cup and put it in a museum.

Being in the MOCA was like being in a movie. A horror/comedy. A horredy. I was walking around in a daze. Blown away by what I was seeing and hearing, unsure if I was supposed to scream in terror or bust a nut laughing. My face was stuck somewhere in the middle the whole time. Eyebrows furrowed, mouth in a smirk, nose twisted, head tilted.

Long winded story short, I took the liberty of snapping a few photos, so I could share my confusion.

Troop Beverly Hills

I've fallen in love, thy name is Zombieland. Whenever I feel a breeze gently kissing my neck, I'll think of you. Whenever I smell freshly baked cookies, I'll think of you. Whenever I pick a scab and blood flows, I'll think of you. Whenever I see a motorcycle in a bush, I'll laugh my ass off and think of you.

Couple's Retreat on the other hand, I'd be pleased to burn you from my memory.

Runyon

You - Did you ever really struggle?

Me - No. The only thing I truly struggled with was myself. I've always had a lot of love in my life and the rest was just noise I had to learn to silence.

So

As previously posted, reality TV is ruining my life. I'm semi-obsessed with a show called Say Yes to the Dress and it's currently in marathon mode on TLC. It's midnight and I should be working, but instead I'm getting mad at all the ugly, boring dresses woman buy.

Many girls dream of their wedding day their entire life. They have visions of doves and rhinestones and white and flowers and lipstick and... I don't know. Food? I'd just be worried about the food and the music, but enough about me. They all want jaws to drop when they walk down the aisle. Now. What I don't understand is, if you want to blow everyone's brains against the walls, then why are you buying a dress and/or style that six million other woman have worn? Seriously, get adventurous. Oh, and the money! I just watched a chick spend $14,000 on a dress!!! Say what!? For that money I'd expect it to be a beautiful couture style gown, but no. It looked like cats ears glued onto a preschool art project.

My mom made her wedding outfit. I say outfit because she wore bell bottomed pants, a long bell sleeved top and a hood. That's right. My mom wore a hood. Granted if it slipped forward it would have looked like she was spawned by the KKK, but luckily it didn't. She looked like a totally righteous hippy with her red hair spilling out of her white hood. She then cut the whole thing up and used the fabric for our halloween costumes. Haha! Rad.

Life sucker

I have a serious pain shooting through my left leg and a numbness in my butt/hip. AJ and I got into the reality TV yesterday.

It's Been Awhile (sung in alt rock breathy growl)

I'm having a moment. A very good moment. The kind of moment where I might cry.

Someone I cherish has, in so many words, just let me know everything is okay. I've wanted this for so long, and now that it's here I want to snuggle around it and never let it go.

"Like rain after a long drought."