louise on the left (coast)

May 21, 2011? Better put down your headsets, people.  See that cynical woman above? SHE didn't put her headset down, did she?  Nooooooo.   She smoked cigarettes and was a big, fat doubter who had sex just for the fun of it and so she will soooooo go to hell now.    Her soul was defective due to "poor choices" and she found all this out the hard way.  You know, The Hard Way. Like on the last day of the world, at the end of Gabriel's trumpet, staring into an eternal abyss of pain and regret, "the hard way." That is so not good. So, yep.  This is it:  May 21, 2011:  Today is "The Rapture" but only some of us will be joining Mimi Rogers and David Duchovny for it. "The Rapture."  1991.  What a completely creepy movie that was. Well, It's been a few years since I saw it, but, hey!  Sounds like a fun movie, no?  Rent it.  Make popcorn.  Kick back.  Relax.  And then repent your ass off. OMG -- But, those creepy trumpets!

(This post started out with a ruder title, but I didn't feel it did justice to the subject of this posting.) So, my (slightly delusional, but only in a "good way") impossibly generous, always loving and always undeniably entertaining parents just got on a plane home, from Orange County, CA to Vermont, this morning. And, this means I AM VERY SAD. Having them with us for the past Christmas week was always wonderful, occasionally stressful, a bit heartbreaking, but often hilarious...And, putting them on a plane this morning felt awful. After dropping my folks off at the Long Beach Airport, I couldn't bear to just head home just right then, so I stalled and took my kids to a nearby favorite thrift store first. There, I picked up a used Eva Cassidy CD I'd once heard was good. On the way home, we listened to Cassidy for the first time. Suddenly, upon hearing her version of "Imagine" I found myself unintentionally and inexplicably weeping into my steering

Louise on the Left would just like to wish Eric Schaeffer the warmest Merry Christmas ever for being the sole reason my humble blog still kicks ass. Truly, you alone are the number one subject driving the most traffic to my humble blog. I'm not sure why that is, or why my blog ranks higher on Google for your name than your own (very underwritten, frankly) blog. But, no matter: Namaste, Eric. Yes, Namaste. Thank you for making 2009 a year in which at least one subject has been so effortless to blog about. I look forward 2010 to channel more of my inner "Margaret Dumont." If you don't get what this means, just stay up late one night pigging out on Ne-mo bars, watching TCM and maybe you'll catch something by the Marx Bros. Perhaps then you'll see the connection, Or not. But, basically, nobody will ever be quite as good at being horrified by you as I am. And in the 2010, I look forward to viewing "Gravity" -- the new Starz comedy about suicid

Louise on the Left would just like to wish Eric Schaeffer the warmest Merry Christmas ever for being the sole reason my humble blog still kicks ass. Truly, you alone are the number one subject that drives the most traffic to my humble blog. I'm not sure why that is, or why my blog ranks higher on Google for your name than your own (very underwritten, frankly) blog. But, no matter: Namaste, Eric. Yes, Namaste. Thank you for making 2009 a year in which at least one subject has been so effortless to blog about. I look forward 2010 to channel more of my inner "Margaret Dumont" (If you don't get what this means, just stay up late one night pigging out on Ne-mo bars, watching TCM and maybe you'll catch something by the Marx Bros. Perhaps then you'll see the connection, Or not. (Basically, nobody will ever be quite as good at being horrified by you as I am.) And in the 2010, I look forward to viewing "Gravity" -- the new Starz comedy about