STEP BROTHERS

I laughed so hard at this movie.

You all must go see it.

I honestly thought it was going to be real cheesy and all about how these 40 year olds had to get a job or else they'd be "kicked out".

If you don't like "plot" in your movies...at least, taking the center of the stage...then you'd like this movie.

Also, if you like cussing, gross ball references, the crazy stuff that comes out of Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly's mouths, and wonderful late 70s - early 80s t-shirts, then you'll like this movie.

Also. the word Man-gina. If you like that word then you'll like this flick.

Oh also, hilarious close ups of Will and John looking confused.

You'll like this movie. Trust me. Its hilarious.

I mean...unless you don't like hilarity. Or you can't just enjoy a gross stupid movie.


Oh you know what else i Liked about this movie? The women held their own. Sure they were crazy too, but we didn't get any of this "Superbad" woman-slut stuff. Or just a "mans" point of view on everything. Yup, these women, some crazy some not, were strong characters. And I like strong women characters.

Shit.
Go see it

A tour of Chic....Gotham?

Hello friends. By now I am assuming you have seen Batman: Dark Knight. And if you are anything like me, you have seen it twice and looking forward to seeing it a third time on IMAX.

Well. I saw ol' Dark Knight on Thursday at 12am. So technically Friday at 12am. I got home at a decent hour (4:45am) and woke up to get to work by 10am. I was very tired but very excited because on this particular day I was at work, I could have a "tour" of Gotham City.

If you didn't know already, Dark Knight was filmed in Chicago. No I was not in it. It took me maybe 3 minutes to get used to the movie because I am so familiar with Downtown Chicago but once I did (i.e. when the window exploded) I was amazed at the film.

But this isn't about Dark Knight. Its about Gotham. And my tour the very next day.

What I have compiled for you here are photos of Gotham/Chicago and what was filmed there. Cause why? Because its fun. That's why. And my job rocks. That's why.

When they start evacuating the city

Where the mayors office is...

Evacuating the towns folk and prisoners

The beginning...robbing the bank..Also..GPD.

When the swat truck flies out of lower Wacker

...the Penthouse. ETC.

And well that's it...for now. I can't get a good picture of The Chicago Board of Trade, which was the building at the end of the street when the FUNERAL happens (Whose? I can't tell you, you might have not seen it yet)

Well, its all in good fun. And I hope you enjoyed my pictures. Here's one for you to leave with...

I had this for lunch today. It was delicious.

mango and raspberries!

And now it's my turn.

Anyway, the following is a lot more dramatic than I intended it to be. But that's just the way I am right now...

So last night I had a dream I found my birth mother. I've never had a dream like that. in the 27 years I've been alive I've never had a dream about finding her. I had a dream when I was 6 that my parents didn't know my brother and I were thier children...but it also had a volcano and lava people in it. And I've come to terms with that dream because it was 21 years ago.

But this one, it was like, I met up with her. And her hair was long at first. And she had a long face. And it was old. And I didn't try and find what we had in common until later when she suddenly had very short curly hair and I said "I want to know where I got my straight hair from" and she didn't reply. And I introduced her to someone saying "hey I found my birth mother".

This isn't about her. This dream is about me. Who am I? You wouldn't understand as well as if you were adopted yourself, but I'll give you the confidence that you could try.

I don't know what is in my blood. I don't know what my blood/gene - culture is. I can guess all I want. People can tell me what they think...all they want. That won't get me any closer. Who do I look like most? My birth mother or birth father? Do I have any siblings out there? Am I destined to get some weird genetic disease I don't know about?

And I can try and find her. And I could find her and we could reunite and she could tell me all about myself. But I always think...what if she doesn't want to be found? What if she is dead?

Adoptees, I read somewhere, have the deepest underlying abandonment issues. Whether it was ultimately good for the child to be adopted (and it WAS.), the little baby inside doesn't know why they've been given up.

Don't feel bad for me. I know I couldn't have picked a better family. One that loves me more than the world. That helps me pursue my very crazy (but very real) dream. I honestly am so thankful I was put up for adoption. Thank you. THANK YOU.

But I still think about that stuff. I'm not all candy and lollipops. But this dream. I...haven't been myself for the past week. Things have gone on that I don't exactly regret...and aren't a huge deal..but jesus, I don't do those things. Me, Leslie, don't do those things. Other things that have to do with my career happened and even though people tell me I'm good, I'm talented, I got "the stuff"...I still take a hit when I don't get called back. And its because I am rushing myself. Trying to get to the end of the dream before I have time to savor what I have now.

I'm not writing. I'm not reading (right now), I'm not acting (in a sketch/play) and these things are what make me happy. So when I don't do them...I feel...empty. Empty in a way that makes me just ..surf the net and think of how things can be. And not DO anything.

I've been NOT doing anything for like...2 months. And I feel bleh. I am bleh right now. (though getting this out makes me feel better). I am having dreams about trying to find out who I really am. I thought I knew. You never really know. Anticipating what you'll do but having surprises at every turn.

It's just a rut I'm in. Been in one before, got out of it. But this one isn't just my career. Its my life....my job (why am I so nervous to talk into a friggin microphone?)...my relationships (okay...why do so many people ask why I don't have a boyfriend? I DON'T KNOW. It's not that I don't want one. I can think of a perfectly good person...)...my house...(get it together and clean up already!)

And can I go on a little bit more of a rant right now? What IS wrong with me that I don't have a boyfriend? There is one thing that has been the same in all of my "relationships" and its me. SO...uh...am I intimidating? gross? boring? Do I have too many ...I don't even KNOW. honestly.
What is the deal. Agh. its frustrating. I do everything wrong. Boo.

Well anyhoo. That's my stuff I have on my mind. Here I'll leave you with 2 things.

1. A poem I wrote

whispers
A shadow
I feel you around me
I know you're here
Old soul. My oldest best friend
with me since the world began
we are seperated by life
one alive one a spirit
but we are one
together we can conquer the universe
together we will always be

2. A video I did. :) It makes me laugh.

The music is obviously The Beatles - "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" please don't hurt me cause I used it.

When I got better at Paint

Or "PaintBRUSH" as its called in the mac world. Not that I have anything against Adobe Illustrator, but i'm much better at paint. It just works out that way.

SO this is what I'm doing for my team Roboctopus! I'm making a picture for each of us. To have. To do stuff with. Blah blah.

Here is my first one! :)

The day I got "Paint" back

Beware. More is coming.

News. Niuz. Nooz

So. Remember this bruise?


Well, I finally figured out where it came from. I always knew it was from the ol' work place, but little did I know it was from repeated bangings against one bar on the boat. That bruise my friends, is from me reaching through a fence for a line (rope..if you will) to hook up the boat. 3 times a day I do it and don't really realize I hit my arm that hard.
Now that I know I don't have cancer, I am pretty excited to be able to tell people about my bruise.

You know how you sometimes think you have cancer? I think it's probably a common thought, what with the media constantly telling us that we probably will get cancer from eating. Yes. Just eating will give us cancer. Sun will. Second-hand smoke. Looking at things. Working with people. Working alone. Being lazy. Smiling. etc. You know all this, I don't have to tell you.

I don't have health insurance. So that brings me a little past the "doing okay" curve. Where as if you had health insurance, you feel healthy because you know that if you got sick you can just skip over to the doctor and get it fixed. Well, I know that if I got sick, I'd either have to go to the emergency room (if a bone is sticking out of my arm) or just sit at home and drink emergen-C until I feel better. But I also have the additional "I hope I don't fall down these stairs or get hit by that car, (or in my case) fall off this boat because I don't have enough money to pay for an ambulance to go 3 feet with me in it"....This causes stress. Stress and a constant paranoia of "I haven't gone to the doctor for a couple of years, I hope I don't have cancer".

So when I discovered where I got this bruise (and the prekarious knot that came with it) I was So very happy that it wasn't some cancer of the muscle or something.

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In other news, working on said boat, I have worked up an awesome tan (and its only JULY!) and some kick ass biceps. I was honestly standing in front of the mirror the other night and flexing. I became a 23 year old boy and was FLEXING in front of a mirror. What a douche! :) hahaa.

Also. This tv...you see here...



has a limited life left. And not because its going to stop working. But because of the February 17th "All Digital" requirement for all tvs. No more antennas! A normal person would not even care about that requirement because they don't have a tv that uses an antenna anymore. But I do. I do.
I've had this tv since I was little. When we took road trips it was powered by the cigarette lighter and my brother and I watched whatever it could pick up. Then it disappeared for a bit. And I don't know when, but I did discover it again and made it mine. This is my bedroom tv. My tv I watch when I'm going to bed. When I get up in the morning. Whether or not I actually listen to it, it's on in the background.
It's going to die soon. I don't think I can buy a box for this tv. Do I even want to? Ah. Sadness.

Thirdly, you ever have someone in the back of your mind and you can't stop thinking about them and its not like you are trying to think about them, but they constantly keep distracting you without even being there? You ever just want to just...be near someone...just for like a few minutes, so that your day would be a bit better? A few minutes, but more would be...more would be the best option? You ever forget what was going on right after you hugged (just Hugged!) someone? Have you?

I have.


Well, from all of us here in my bedroom (me and my tv), I'll talk to you later. Why? Because I don't have cancer and I gotta go celebrate.