:::: A Twelve Day Journey To Christmas Day-
OR
Will Anita Marie Get Her Fiji Mermaid THIS Year?:::
Today
On Day Three
Readers Want To Know
Is that your Christmas Present
or
Did Something Die
Under Your House Again?
I enjoy Politics.
I enjoy being part of the process and I really enjoy the psychology of it all- I mean- after I’ve been to meetings or talked to Politicians or Politicos I can sit down and knock out three solid horror stories one after the other.
Most of the times on those twisted ones I get comments like-
” What kind of mind can make you feel sorry for twisted demonic creatures who ride the bus home from work and spray paint death threats on walls? Yours I guess “
-yeah well-
the sad thing is there is no real cross over room for my writing and for my activism, so while I’m doing one I’m not involved with the other.
So the Anita Marie that wonders and then writes about what a cannibal is thinking while making pies out of her victims or what happens when a perfect marriage is ruined when a vampire wife turns human and has to leave her undead husband behind is not the same Anita Marie who understands why and must deal with the Political Machine and why it does what it does to friend and foe alike.
It’s not all grim un-fun work though.
I’m not going to downplay it- sometimes celebrities show up at events and that is very very cool.
One year I saw Richard Dreyfuss at the DNC is Boston and he gave this great speech at a breakfast meeting for the delegates. Michael Moore was seated as a Delegate at the same convention and I actually watched Wolf Blitzer interview Everclear’s Art Alexakis.
That aside though there aren’t many things that feed my creative spirit to be found in the political world.
And then today I found this picture

and this thread:
We’re huge fans of the new Doctor Who. David Tennant is not a bad looking fellow.
See evidence below:

I found these pictures at The Democratic Underground
and at the Democratic Underground- they’re asking:
Anyway… we’ve engaged in a debate. Is David straight, gay, or bi? Does anyone know for sure?
:::thread HERE:::
I mean, can think of one person who visits here that will probably take that thread and …well…she won’t be happy…but I am because I had no idea anyone involved with Politics cares about David Tennant, having totally pointless fun or wondering about something other then Stupid Sarah Palin and that dork Governor in Illinois.
Now.
I’m off to collect some info about how to make my own Fiji Mermaid.
I figure once those body parts start showing up AT MY MOM’S HOUSE ( like I’d let UPS leave stuff like that on my front door step where anybody could walk off with it ) my family will be all over this Fiji Mermaid thing.
Besides- how could you not have fun looking for a Fiji Mermaid?
Exactly.
And fun is just what the Doctor ordered.
a.m.
Now For Your Holiday Enjoyment
Christmas On Mars.
Really.
It’s a movie:::

That’s just plain weird, AM.
oH hAi L!
A.M. SHOOTS AND SCORES!
I’d be happy to help Mr Tennant make up his mind…..
I want in on helping you make this thing.
You know, First Encounters of the Third Kind was my favorite movie growing up.
I wanted to marry Richard Dreyfuss.
A few years ago I was in London and saw that he was in one of the West End shows. I didn’t dare beg my family to go see this play, but I so wanted to be in the same room with him.
I noticed in the show poster he had on a denim shirt.
Around 11PM when all the shows were letting out, we were fighting to get a cab. And we were a little lost as we always are. So we go up to this cab and guess who steps out? Richard Dreyfuss, his son (about 12) and his wife. Wearing that same denim shirt he had on in that poster. Someone stole the cab out from under us and we started walking with the flow of the crowds. Guess who was right in front of us?
Um hum. I kept pinching the kids and pointing and they were saying “What? What?”
And dreyfuss’ kid would turn around and look at us with “Please don’t blow our cover” eyes.
But I kept doing it because this was my childhood crush.
Finally, Dreyfuss turned around, looked at me and gave me this huge smile. Then he walked into one of the restaurants.
The kids were like, “Who is that?” LOL.
I said, “Oh you wouldn’t understand, not yet.”
Whoops, “Close Encounters of the Third Kind.”
Kitty
He was awesome at the breakfast meeting- his speech was great and I remember he had notes- he worked hard to put that thing together and when he gave it it wasn’t this dry thing he was feelin’ it.
Like I said, great guy.
I liked him in The Goodbye Girl.
Michael Landon did it for me. I was twelve and knew what love was 🙂
david tennant rocks. & i would totally be with you in collecting body parts. in fact, my mother stores animals in her freezer (has all my life) to educate her 15 grandchildren. i bet there are body part enough to make your mermaid…..
Senua- you’re a David Tennant fan AND your mom collects body parts?!
We must be related!
Okay Kitty, Lori and Heather…repeart after me
D-A-V-I-D
SMMOOOCCCHESSS.
oh yes, and i’ve been watching dr. who since the beginning…david tennant is the best…i think maybe the dr. who thing and body parts must be connected somehow…doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo (that’s supposed to be scary music, but in retrospect resembles dog poo)
Senua- I started watching on PBS back during the Tom Baker Era up till part of Sylvester McCoy sort of lost track when I started to work in a Funeral Home and my TV watching days were almost 0.
That WAS dog-poo.
AM, your blog is always thought-provoking and often leads me off to do my own research (okay, it causes me to screw around too much on the internet). Anyway, I was “researching” fiji mermaids and I discovered that such a mermaids was featured in an X-files episodes. Here are the details. Love the picture:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humbug_(The_X-Files)
The link got messed up. The link should include the last part that is not underlined.
You know what the difference between research and screwing off Lori?
Most people who do ‘research’ get paid for it. It’s the same, just not as sexy of a sounding title.
So here’s to screwing off.
a.m.
Hear, hear.
🙂