I only have 1 sibling. Thus, my one and only sibling is also my favorite sibling.

I'm such a lucky person. I am in the process of preparing to move to my new little condo. I have been feeling bit torn about it all. I love my new place, but I am going to miss my city life. So, when I stopped by new place this weekend and took a look in the bathroom and saw that someone had been there, I was quietly surprise. I realize that most people would have been scared, but most burglars don't leave you a gift. I knew it had to be my family, but who and how.

It was my brother and sister-in-law. I had completely forgotten that I given them my spare keys. They bought me a new medicine cabinet and light fixture w/ lights. How sweet.

So often we all use this venue of communication to vent a little steam and I am no exception, but sometimes, it is nice to write nice things as well.

Bye Minneapolis. You will be my one and only true love. How I have loved you so. I love your majestic not-so-clean Mississippi River where all the bums congregate at. I love your many parks and city lights. Do you remember when we first met? You were such a kidder. I told my friend that I was moving to Park and Franklin. She told me that you were not so nice in that location, but I did not heed her warning. I was smitten and blind with love so, I moved. We lived together with much violence and heartache. You threaten me with drug dealers and gangsters, but I did want to give up on you. I saw something in you that no suburb could compare. You had a beat; you had personality. A year and half, I set new boundaries on the SE side of the river. This time, things would be different for us.

My steps were lighter. You whisk the wind though my hair. We were in love and inseparable, my city and I. Years later, you have filled my heart with fond memories. I don't want to and it breaks my heart.......to say goodbye. You have been so good to me. I will always treasure our time together. I want us to stay friends. I don't want this to be goodbye forever. I want us to stay in touch. I promise to visit often. I love you so much. I just....I just....I just need more.

It has been fun, but I need commitment and stability. I know that the suburbs seem boring and lackluster, but it a great place to start a family, a home. I have responsibilities. Others are depending on me. I cannot live like a gypsy all my life. I have to grow-up sometime.

So............

I have to say, "Bye." I really do love you and always will, my Minneapolis, my beautiful city.

WTF. I really need to go see Snakes on the Plane!!!!!!!!!!

I was waiting for my last bus when I notice the moon. It was diluated red. Very cool. By the time that I arrived home it had changed colors again. I am night preson so, I truly love looking at the moon. I love walking at night just so I can watch it.


I wonder how many people even saw the moon tonight as it transformed right before our eyes!!!!!!!!!!

I saw a lady today riding the bus. She was wearing a neon green prom dress with green shrek slippers. When she got off the bus, she ran across the street to the post office. I could not help but, smile as I imagined all the startled looks she must have received.

It's coming up to the anniversary date of the death of my mother. She was only 52 years old. She had 2 heart attacks before so, the doctors think that she had another heart attack.

This past year as been difficult for my family and me but, I try so hard to keep busy and concentrate on others. Whenever I have time to breathe of think for a moment, a memory of her will catch me unaware and I can't help but, let the tears fall. I can be riding the bus, walking down the street, or grocery shopping. It does not matter where I am, but I cannot help myself. As the anniversary date comes nearer, the more the tears fall. As painful as this is and as much as my heart hurts, I am thankful for tears. For they are a reminder, that she is still with me in my heart.

I saw Clerk II for the second time yesterday. It was worth both the time and money however, I do not think that this was not the best of the best of Mr. Smith’s work. The original Clerks is still #1 for me. The 1st time I saw Clerks II, I was a bit disappointed. The second time, I was simply able to enjoy the obnoxious humor. Now, with that being said, allow me to first say I didn’t like. I will, then, shout, scream, and rave of the things that I did like.

The dialog and humor was there but, some of the relationships and characters seemed a bit contrived. I expected that this may be hurdle with the character Dante but, it spilled into his relationships especially with his two love interests. Dante is the type to blame others than to reflect upon Dante with any depth. Dante is a little man trying to be a big man as he looks down at his best friend, Randal, with his oversized hawk like nose. Even though Dante (with a leap of faith) takes control of his life, he never takes responsibility for himself. Thus, he remains the same old Dante who the patsy who is in it for the ride.

Overall, Mr. Smith does not disappoint us. The cell scene is my favorite but, I like the dopey stuff. When camera shifted to look at Silent Bob to enlighten us all, the audience awaited with bated breathe and I silently screamed the word NO in my head. When Silent Bob had nothing to offer, I actually sighed with relief. I knew that Mr. Smith understood. If the words were to hold any truth for this scene then, they must come from Randal. Because the words came from appropriate character, they held simplicity and honesty of any true relationship.

The dialogue was interesting as usual. Jay and Silent Bob in pigtails was too cute and fully worth seeing on the big screen. Argh, I used the words too cute which is NOT me. The Buffalo Bill scene was both disgustingly disturbing and frighteningly funny at the same time. I will most likely have nightmares of that scene over and over again but, I fully accept the consequences since I will most likely watch the movie over and over again. Finally, I am grateful that Mr. Smith used that same style of scene transition. I am sure Mr. Smith will receive flack from th e critics for this but, it was necessary. This is both sentimental of the original Clerks movie and symbolic of the underachiever of working class known as clerks, cashiers, team members, and so many other names. The big dance scene was awesome but, I am a big dope for musicals.

But, what I love most about Clerks II and all of Mr. Smith’s movies are all of the bits of irony and the use of foreshadowing.

Help! I'm being pulled in every direction at once!!!!!!!

Well, it feels like that. Oh, well. There has been so much happening but, no time put any of it down. No need to feel sorry for me because I'm the dumb ass that has created this gigantic growing-larger-by-the-moment unstoppable-sensation-of-not-enough-hours-in-a-day situation. Wow, the german in me must be coming out.

The sad part is that it has been about a month since I seen my last film in an actual theater. That is a record stretch for me. Sorry, I am making a solemn vow to myself. I will see Clerks II next week.

Clerks II is a movie that I have been waiting over decade with hope and trepidation. Will it have a profound affect on me or will I be bored silly? I am a huge fan of Kevin Smith. I have seen all of his movies. Some have been more impressive than others but, all have left me quietly impressed with Mr. Smith's intuitive understanding of human nature. Yes, I have enjoyed the humor but, I find myself appreciating his films beyond the slapstick humor which is top notch.

So, now I have this film maker on a pedestal above so many others. I am afraid he inevitable let me down but, I will not hold that against him. Look, at Spielberg. He has made some really crappy movies as of late.

Sorry Spielberg but, you cannot just make a movie on special effects unless it leaves the audience breathless. This comment was made by someone who loves kickass special effects when they are done right.

Speaking of crappy movies, I am reminded of that twerp what's-his-name. He is short. Dark hair. He is dating that teeny bop. Tom Cruise. The dude sucks ass but, people go see his crap because it Tom Cruise. Every time, I see him on the scene, I develop violent tendencies. I just want to bop him on the head or something. I pray to the Almighty Mountain Dew God to save my soul from having to see another movie starring Tom Cruise.

I try to believe that no one is stupid but, every once in a while someone has to prove me wrong.

Today, I need some angry music to let go of this frustration. Normally, on Sunday's I like easy listening but, today is definitely angry music day.