Michael Jackson: Hangover Helper

So a friend reminded me this morning that yesterday was supposed to be Limerick Wednesday, not Wine Wednesday. Tell that to the three empty bottles still sitting on my coffee table. Spanks.

Note to self: Learn moderation.

I blame fracking hot Phoenix for the headache, nausea and general malaise I am now experiencing. If it wasn’t so hot I wouldn’t be so thirsty. See? (On a side note, I’m trying to work the words “Good day” and “see” into my vocabulary more. As in “I said good day, sir. Good day.” and “That’s the problem, see?”)

If it helps I think I composed a limerick or two in between rounds of Rock Band with Martini and Favorite Poet and freaking myself out watching season two of Ghost Hunters and insisting to everyone that the ghosts were saying exactly what Grant and Jason said they were saying.

On another side note, we played Rock Band in our swimsuits (because we had been swimming, not just for the heck of it. Although … more bands should play in their swimsuits. Would be entertaining. And sometimes rather frightening. Metallica in swimsuits. Wrap your head around it.) and Martini somehow took a picture of my ass at some point. Receiving said picture in my inbox this morning has produced a renewed interest in The Shred, so brace yourself for the Jillian Michaels hate talk that will be coming soon.

I saw a hilarious video over at rs27’s blog this morning (which should be renamed
YouTube’s greatest hits. Just sayin …) and I thought if you all haven’t seen MJ’s appearance in one of my favorite games, Space Channel 5, you really should.

Enjoy while I nurse my hangover and master the art of sleeping with my eyes open at my desk. Sorry this post makes no sense. At all. Not the first, won’t be the last. Good day.

SG is making changes (and resisting the urge to use Michael Jackson lyrics in this post.)

My mother called me on Saturday afternoon – very concerned.

“SG, do you think you might be having a midlife crisis?” she asked me in that really careful, quiet mom voice she uses when she doesn’t want me to get mad at her.

First of all, I am nowhere near the middle of my life. I’m 30. Life is not half over at 30, people.

Second of all … it’s possible. I guess. But I would call it more of a “reinvention” or a “makeover” than a crisis.

Or better yet, a revision. Because, at the core, I’m still me. I’ve just made some sorely needed adjustments – both in appearance and attitude.

The issue that sparked the question was that on Saturday I decided to get as close to my natural hair color as I’ve been in about 10 years – which is dark brown, not light, golden blonde. The change was pretty dramatic.

It’s true, over the last year I’ve made a lot of changes in my life, but to me they’ve all been for the better. I left journalism after eight years, I moved into the city and into my own place, I cut some toxic people out of my life, I finally got the tattoo I’ve been wanting for years. I’m looking at the hair as one more, granted superficial, step toward where I’ve wanted to go for a long time.

I felt like I got really far away from myself for a couple of years. I think it was a combination of moving to the plastic, bleach blonde land of $30,000 millionaires, going through the Big C, experiencing the Worst Relationship Ever, changing careers. A year ago today I could tell you I was feeling really lost in the world. Maybe that’s when I had this so-called crisis my mom is so worried about.

But maybe “getting away from myself” is the wrong way to think about it. Maybe we all need to go through these phases of change in order to grow? Wow. Too deep and pompous for a Monday. Forget I said that.

Right now, I feel really good about me, for realz. My life feels stable. I have hobbies that I enjoy. I have friends I love. I’m in fairly good shape. I have a new BF (although writing that just now made me realize it's not all that new anymore) who, I can honestly say, is the first guy I’ve dated in a while that makes me feel pretty darn good. And I look the way I want to look, not the way I think other people want me to look.

There is my little drinking problem, but …

I think there are more changes on the horizon.

I’ve been talking about moving a lot, and I think this is what really has my mom on edge. But I really only came to Phoenix for her and I’ve never really liked it here. It’s hot as Satan’s butthole and it’s boring (sorry Phoenixphiles) and far away from everybody but my mom and the friends I’ve made since moving here (and they are amazing friends.) It’s time for a geographic change. I didn’t get the nickname “urban gypsy” by staying put this long.

And I’ve been thinking long and hard about going back to school to get into a field that suits me better than what I do now.

And there’s that second tattoo …

A lot of people I know are on the brink of turning the big 3-0 and are dreading it. For me, I think it’s been a catalyst for ending my passive approach to life and finally doing what I want to be doing.

A co-worker told me this morning that my new hair makes me look more mischievous. That is perfect. I think the revised SG plans to get herself into a lot more trouble.

P.S. There was very low participation in Limerick Wednesday, which was a bummer, but I know, it was a lot to ask. Since only two of the four participants have blogs, and since they happen to be two of my favorites, I will be posting them in a loverly widget on my page for awhile. Thanks rs27 and Kellie!

My current events update, one week later. Or: Why, Obama, why?

Um, I know this is a little late but: WHAT?!? They killed off Kutner on House?

Why Mr. President, why pick Kal Penn for your admin? Why not this guy – he’s cute and we know that show is tanking? Or this gal – because, seriously who hasn’t wished they could do some of the stuff she does in movies? (or in bed, know what I’m saying? I don't even know what I'm saying)*

I read about this subject over at rs27’s blog almost a week ago, but I just didn’t connect that being the representative of Asian Americans everywhere would mean leaving the show! Is this really a full-time job? I want more accountability in government, darn it!

I watch the House on hulu because I’m rarely in da house by 7 p.m., which is when it’s on here. They post a new episode 8 days after it originally aired (thanks for that Fox. As always, keeping the best interest of the people in mind.) So last night I turn it on to watch what serves as the “new” episode in SG’s magical world where I can watch my programs on the special Data Box at the touch of a button (as long as I wait more than a week!)

I’m not really paying attention until I see 13’s face covered in blood and some legs kind of hanging out in the doorway. REWIND. OMG.

“NOOOOOOOOO, Not Kutner!!!” I kid you not, a tear ran down my face and I actually said these words to Little B.

Kutner was my favorite (besides that ass House and Robert Sean Leonard -- the latter because I have wanted to MARRY him since Dead Poets Society -- "Tell me why they swoon?") He was always so sweet and naive and giving and helpful, like me (only nothing like me).

Why? Why not Cutty with those ri-DONK-ulous bangs. Shudder. I would be OK with not seeing those again. Wait … not Asian … thwarted.

Also, wow, I need to pay more attention to current events.

Also, why is it that when we write words like deets (for details) or peen (for penis) -- you all do that, right? --we add an extra “e”? English is a confusing language. I wish more of my friends knew Japanese, I’d just speak to them in Nihongo, bitches. Maybe I’ll write a letter to Kal Penn regarding this matter. I am the voice of the people. Omoshiroi …

Have you seen my punkymood? I’m seriously distracted today. It’s better than depressed though.

*I have no idea what the political leanings of these people are, just that they are attractive and/or do kick butt martial arts, which is all that should really matter, right?