Once I Saw A Real Monster

July 16, 2008 / Anita Marie / 2 Comments

When I was about 11 years old my class went on a field trip.

On the field trip we were supposed to collect leaves and things and put them into a scrapbook that we had spent a week during ” Art Time ” putting together…

my book looked lame, I was never good at art.

Anyway.

I was reaching for a leaf and I was leaning over a railing when I felt this push on my back and I caught myself just as I flipped over the top….had I not caught myself I would have fallen at least 40 feet down onto the rail road tracks below.

It took me a second to steady myself and then I turned around.

There were three boys standing there and two of them looked at the third and one said, ” he pushed you. “

Two of the boys looked stunned.

The boy who pushed me smiled.

He smiled.

I never told on him.

I should have.

I should have told someone I saw a monster that day.

Gee Ya Think So?

July 15, 2008 / Anita Marie / 7 Comments

more cat pictures

Don’t Tread On Me

July 14, 2008July 14, 2008 / Anita Marie / 11 Comments

When you write weird stories and have a collection of shrunken heads ( and for the 50 billion-th time YES THEY ARE FAKE! ) people send you weird news stories and ask you what you think of them.

You know that look your parents had on their face the first time they had to try and explain what made boys and girls different from each other? That’s the look people have on their faces when they ask me about the severed human feet encased in running shoes that have been washing up in Vancouver BC.

Okay.

I’m macabre- it’s who I am and what I write about but I am not without empathy and I’m very aware of the fact that those feet were attached to someones son or daughter, wife or husband.

So I would never walk up to someone like ME and ask a question like that.

Because, you know- I have respect for the dead.

As to the living- well, if someone asks me about body parts washing up on a beach I know darn well they’re not looking for solace so I say,

” I think that the rabbits are sending us a message. “

Sleep with the fishes

Fish wrapped up in an article of clothing of the person who has been hit, whacked, killed, was then wrapped in newspaper and delivered to the capos, signifying that the member was dead, and at the bottom of the sea.

Its a Sicilian Message – He sleep with the fishes–from Godfather.

A Party In Your Brain

July 13, 2008 / Anita Marie / 2 Comments

What makes good art?

I think it should make your mouth say, ” ahhh yes- ” I also believe that good art should agree with not only your eyes but your sense of smell and taste and hearing as well.

In short I think that

Good Art should bring all those things together where they can have a party in your brain.

That’s what I think makes good Art.

So I happen to think that the following is Art…It’s Sushi Art and it must be true Art because the Internet says so HERE

Besides, you wouldn’t be able to sit down at a table look at this and not enjoy it.

And if you can’t you’re a Chuckle- Head who needs to lighten up.

a.m

Write Here

July 12, 2008 / Anita Marie / 2 Comments

So it’s Saturday and sunny outside and here I am reading and writing.

What can I say.

It’s a perfect day.

And here are some things I’ve looked at that I would like to share with you.

Enjoy!

A Woman, A Story, I know how it ends…

In Endless Song

There’s a post here called

Life Art and Everything…

it made me a fan

The Painting Lady’s Weblog

Some things just click for you when you read them…

And So I Write

My Eyes…Oh God My Eyes!

July 12, 2008 / Anita Marie / 5 Comments

The funny thing to me is this…this clip is Part 6- that means that 5

yes

episodes came first.

Thanks to Joanne for this-

catch that?

JOANNE found this.

Not me.

The Doctor Will See You Now

July 11, 2008 / Anita Marie / 9 Comments

Midnight

07/11/08 9/8 C Sci Fi

The Doctor is trapped, alone, powerless and terrified, on the planet Midnight, as Russell T Davies’s Bafta Award-winning time-travelling drama continues. Soon, the knocking on the wall begins. Only a woman called Sky seems to know the truth – but as paranoia turns into a witch-hunt, Sky turns the Doctor’s greatest strengths against him, and a sacrifice must be made…