Saturday, March 7, 2009

It's Like Trying to Clean the Ocean

I am pretty...bothered (to put it lightly) by the Israeli government's treatment of Palestinians. In the words of Molly Shannon, "Don't get me started. Don't eeeeven get me started." I will keep myself tempered, but I will still say that what Israel is doing to Palistine is wrong and disturbing.

Here is a completely long and monotone lecture by Mearsheimer, a popular political scientist, but it is informative and pretty unbiased. 


Ensuit....there is this emotional documentary (propaganda included), but it has good information. It's the entire documentary, which means it's really long, but you can skip around. You can especially skip the first 5 minutes.  Don't get me wrong, it's an inspiring 5 minutes of intense music and pictures, but not the most important..

Friday, March 6, 2009

Or WORSE...EXPELLED

Learning French pays off beaucoup.  One of the best ways is when you are reading a journal ("jour" means "day" in French) article or a book and it has French words.  Immediately makes me feel brainy.  Well, yesterday in my French class, I learned some tres cool info about one of the most important literary works of our time: 'Arry Potta'!

Apparently He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has been going by a French title all this time, while I was completely unawares.  It fits his very sneaky nature.  Let's break it down.  Vol*de*mort.  

Vol = flight
de = of
mort = DEATH

Put it all together, Voldemort  = Flight of Death! (DUM, Dum, dum) Absolutely shocking!

Another French root in Harry Potter comes from Harry Potter's own Hogwarts alma mater: Griffindor.  Or should I say "griffin d'or", which means "golden griffin".  Brilliant JKR.

P.S.  Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince comes out just after mon anniversaire.  If anyone wants to take me, I would say "yes".  And if said person wanted to go to the midnight showing, I would, again, say "yes".  If you think that you are too cool for a night with Harry, watch this and maybe you will change your mind.  I am sure you will.




Monday, March 2, 2009

I'm A Mac

I am finally back on the scene.  Thank goodness.  My old PC (that really wasn't old, but turned out to be a piece of ruddy rubbish) went on the fritz so it has been a rough few weeks without my personal PC, but my life was made whole when the FedEx man came and brought me my new digital baby (AKA: MacBook).  If I had answered the door when he dropped it off, I probably would have given him a BIG fat one (That's a kiss). I was just that grateful.  Now all I need is to find a way to get all my precious music of my iPod, so if anyone knows of a program that allows you to do that...you should let me know because I will begin to seize if I find out it is all permanently lost. Reloading (forgive my passive voice) music is the worst because it takes 59 years to do it and then all the essential info, like play counts, is lost.  But then again, it allows you to wipe away the stains of the past...so if you ever went through a sinful JoBro or Hillary Duff phase...no worries...it can all be washed away and your Top 25 record will be made as white as snow.  It's like a musical repentance; something we all need every once in awhile.  

PS: Mac guy does great in He's Just Not That Into You.  

Sunday, March 1, 2009

So if you must faulter be wise

Rihanna girl, I hope you know what you are doing...


Monday, February 9, 2009

30 Going on 13

Paris wore this to the Grammy Awards and um....the dress from 13 Going on 30 anybody? Just in purple rather than teal.



Call me crazy, but that's kind of weird...


And not Grammy appropriate. Seriously Paris!

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Got Me Tucked up in Your Pocket


I usually don't consider myself the romantic. People hate watching chick flicks with me because I make fun of everything. I am not a fan of roses. Fairytale undertones bother me (unless we're talking Pretty Woman). But recently I watched He's Just Not That Into You and I didn't regret it for a second.

If I had to rate myself, I would say that I am about 33% girly. That's puts me just a little bit over a quarter...that sounds about right. So if you are a guy who considers them self around 33% girly, this movie would probably work out for you, too. The feminist in me would like to say that everything in the movie is built around cliches and exaggerations. We are not that pathetic and helpless. Everyone has something to work on, and sometimes there's a bad egg...but all in all, we are a little more self-empowered than that.

That being said...Ginnifer Goodwin was about the cutest thing to happen to cinema. Her wardrobe was great. And I don't care what you say, I still love Jennifer Connelly...pig-tails, stiff personality, and all. Her knock-out performance in the Labyrinth makes me a forever loyal fan. I want Scarlett to get the whole singing thing out of her system...and someone needs to tell me what the Wiccan at the wedding reception was all about. The other problem with the movie was the heavy female population which meant a lot of gasping at the romantic or surprise moments, and that...I could have done without. Otherwise I accepted it, even the cheesy parts. For any takers, I am ready to see it again.

Friday, February 6, 2009

But I Want, Want, Want to be Your Love

If you were to ask me, "Maggie Jean....who do you consult in a time of crisis? Who is your life coach?"

I would tell you...without out hesitation, "Oh. That's easy. Handsdown, 100%, blinkin' Lincoln, easy-peezy-lemon-squeezy. That person would be Rachael Yamagata."

So you can imagine my delight when I found out that Rachael will be playing in New York the same time that I will be there. Everything about it is perfect. She is playing at a small winery: intimate. Tickets are cheap: VIP = $38. Location: Close to my hotel...

However, everything hits the fan after that because she is playing at a very inconvenient time. I am going to New York for the National Model United Nations Conference (very excited) and we will be in conference for an indefinite amount of time each day...possibly keeping me from the best concert of my life. So here is my dilemma...do I buy tickets in hopes that I can possibly go or accept reality and let the dream pass me by?

New York...you're breaking my heart already.

You're A Wolf

Today I saw someone who was sporting a Spiderman backpack and a mustache.

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Guy or Girl?

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WRONG - It was a girl.

She must be a fellow Portugue, but still girl...clean that mess up.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

20 Interesting Things About Moi

1. I'm on the third day of my cleanse diet. All I have to do is drink maple syrup, lemon juice, cayenne pepper and water for all three meals. Um, I just bought some bikinis online too so.. I'm gonna look amazing.

2. I lie every second of the day. My whole life is a sham.

3. I love babies. I think they are beautiful in all sorts of different ways. I try to pick up and hold a baby every day, if possible, because it nourishes me.

4. I don't vote Republican or Democrat. Choosing is a sin, so I always just write in the Lord's name.

5. Sometimes I download pirated music onto my work computer.

6. I've been involved in a number of cults. Both as a leader and a follower. I had more fun as a follower. But you make more money as a leader.

7. I believe most Scottish cuisine is based on a dare.

8. I'm petrified of nipple chaffing. Once it starts it is a vicious circle... you have sensitive nipples, they chaff, so they become more sensitive, so they chaff more. So I take precautions.

9. When my mother was pregnant with me, they did an ultrasound and found she was having twins. When they did another ultrasound a few weeks later, they discovered, that I had resorbed the other fetus. Do I regret this? No, I believe his tissue has made me stronger. I now have the strength of a grown man and a little baby.

10. Society teaches us that, having feelings and crying is bad and wrong. Well, that's baloney, because grief isn't wrong. There's such a thing as good grief. Just ask Charlie Brown.

11. A few years ago my family was on a safari in Africa, and my cousin Mufasa was trampled to death by a pack of wildebeests. We all took it really hard, all of us kind of in the audience of what happened.

12. I knew this girl who, like, had this crazy freak out because she took too many behavioral meds at once and she like ripped off her clothes, and dove into the fountain at Ridgedale Mall and was like, "Blagh! I am a Kraken from the sea!

13. I come from a long line of fighters. My maternal grandfather was the toughest guy I ever knew. World War Two veteran, killed twenty men and spent the rest of the war in an Allied prison camp. My father battled blood pressure and obesity all his life. Different kind of fight.

14. Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: “Mankind”. Basically, it's made up of two separate words—“mank” and “ind”. What do these words mean? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.

15. Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh. But then I think, what if I was an ant, and she fell on me? Then it wouldn't seem quite so funny.

16. Children need encouragement. If a kid gets an answer right, tell him it was a lucky guess. That way he develops a good, lucky feeling.

17. I'm personal friends with Obi-Wan Kenobi

18. I love gentiles. In fact, on of my favorite activities is Protestant spotting.

19. One day, for no particular reason, I decided to go for a little run. My Momma always said you got to put the past behind you before you can move on. And I think that's what my running was all about. I had run for three years, two months, fourteen days, and sixteen hours.

20. So, here's some advice I wish I woulda got when I was your age: Live every week like it's Shark Week.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Diamond Dogs

I would like to introduce Cornwallis....sometimes know as Wallace by the sensitive, patriotic crowd...and sometimes WALL.E by the Pixar Animation fans (you go Kate!). It does not really matter what you call him, he pretty much comes by whatever. The day before Christmas my parents adopted Walls, and thank goodness. The boy was seriously hurting for a home and we are on friendly terms with the K9 kind so Walls and the Beasley fam. made a great match. He is very smart and I attribute his savvy to his gypsy upbringing. His old owners were homeless, I am sorry but I can't compete with that, and they raised him right. His manners are impeccable. I am telling you this so that you will 1st) Adopt from the pound and 2nd) Try to get one raised by homeless people. No joke, homeless people take excellent care of there dogs and are always with them so what else do they do with their time...train them. And naturally...when you are living nomad style...you get really well socialized with all kinds of crowds. So Walls loves to be loved and give love. He comes when he's called, sits, stays, lays and best of all when you says "shake"...he roles over. Someone played a sick joke on him and he doesn't even know it.Walls is clearly what I like to call...an awesome dog. He came from a shelter (Red Bluff) that euthanizes the animals when things get crowded. Unfortunately, it is one of those times where the shelter is crowded and a few other really awesome dogs are on DEATH ROW...the worst, I know... so I am going to give them a plug and hopefully they will not meet a terrible fate. Seeing as I don't live in CA at the moment...all I can do for the dogs is guilt you into giving them a home...or adopting them and then transferring them to a no-kill shelter...which I don't encourage...but might under certain circumstances.

But here they are...in all their man's-best-friend glory:

This belle dame is Carmen. She is a Pharoah Hound mix. I saw her at the shelter when we picked up Walls and she was as neat looking in person as she is in this picture. She was cool as a cucumber even though all the other dogs were peer-pressuring her to throw herself at the sides of her cage wildly and bark madly. She is 41 elle-bees (AKA lbs.) and she likes to chase tennis balls. What kind of dog doesn't? I guess that makes her "the dog next door" type.
Then to the right we have HOMER. I don't know much about him except that he looks really, really cool. He also weighs in at 69 lbs and he too like tennis balls (GET OUT! followed by Elaine Benes shove) Red Bluff pound reports that he, "wiggles with happiness." Now, and be honest with yourself, can you say "no" to a dog who wiggles with happiness? Don't deny yourself that satisfaction.

Enfin, here we have Jimmy...he's a 60 pound package of what Red Bluff pound says is a "fun loving, springy step, goofy boy" and he likes to "frolic". Their words, not mine.

If you are wondering where the Red Bluff pound is, I have that information as well. It is located right in between, and in the same parking lot as, the Mental Health Center and the Juvenile Detention Center. You will find that Red Bluff is a go-get-'em kind of town that really likes to multitask and part of the multitasking is grouping together all life's misfits into one parking lot...they are easier to manage that way. And since I am part of the trophy generation I don't wont to hurt anyone's feelings so I will add, "Don't worry. We are all misfits...and this world is our parking lot."

And if you think I am making up this despair, you should note that in the pictures, all the dogs are wearing the same leash. They can only afford one leash! Breaks my little heart...and Jimmy is the only one with a collar because he was surrendered with it. Too sad...