petri dish

philly is a big petri dish where germs cultivate. ok, actually being in court. shaking hands. people coughing. germs just stay in the air and here i am breathing in the germies.

just when i think i kicked the philly phlu, i am once again attacked with the flu. :( my slanty eyes are glassy and i have the voice of some old lady smoker. not cool.

so here i am sick and not using any sick days because my schedule is so insane.

yes, i am having a pity party. everyone rsvp now.

so a few weeks ago, i got the new google phone. i was one of the few people who does not give into the iphone hype. anyhow, the tmobile rep did not correctly save my contacts on my sim chip from my sidekick so i lost all 150 contacts. granted, i prolly only kept in touch with about 15 of those people, but it is the principle people! so for the past few weeks, i will get texts from people since my digits haven't changed and i have no clue who they are! then i have to write back heya, do i know you? i had 2 lunch invites and i actually text back, hey i love lunch, but do i know you? more importantly, do i like you? one person replied with witty cantor, the other left me to the crickets. oh well.

the interesting thing about texting is it is even more impersonal than emailing, but above beeper mode. the funny thing about texting is it allows people to carry on a monologue. for instance, i get texts from someone who i never reply to. i mean nada. i have series of texts from him carrying a conversation with basically himself! it is amusing because it will start off, hey, what is going on, let's hang. from there it goes to odd tangents to finally, hey pearl, i'm mad at you, we are in a fight. plateauing to oh i can't stand mad at you, let's hang. a vicious circle led by one. it is like i am reading a script. i am in the wings.

btw, i tried to put felt antlers on my cat. he scratched the hell out of me. can't say i blame him.

ok, i need to go make some tea and eat some scones and find my slippers.

send soup people. magazines. ds games. and lots of sympathy to dear little pearly. weep weep.

xo

FYI pearly update

ok ok ok. so i fell of the blogasphere, but i am back. ask anyone here in philthy, i am clumsy. so no big. here is a list of what i am reading, listening to, and what movies i will be at:

i picked up echo by terry moore. i picked up the trade. anyhow, if you are a fan of strangers in paradise, then you will enjoy echo. it is about julie martin, a photographer out in the desert at the wrong place at the wrong time. moore captures the science of the atom power and human nature in a flowing, riveting storyline. i'm a fan and i think picking up the trade is worth it.

i watched clive barker's midnight meat train. barker is the OG of horror. come on, pinhead. pinhead. lead cenobite. anyhow, i digress. the title, midnight meat train is great. campy, but to the point. the movie itself. eh. granted, i spent most of it not wanting to eat any of my sausage pizza and hiding behind a pillow. also, note to self, watching a lovescene with my pa is the most uncomfortable thing in the world! this is a horror movie, why do we need a love scene?! anyhow, the movie is shot in ny. the premise is amusing. SPOILER ALERT do not read on if you plan on watching on this flick. go! go get a soda pop. go eat some chips. water that fern you have been neglecting. ok, are they gone? there is a monster in ny that needs to eat meat. so the last people on this midnight train have the pleasure of being the monster's meal. simple no? makes one not want to take or trust public transportation. i am looking forward to max payne. the game was awesum. but question, was i the only retard who didn't get as far into the game before all the gothy dark magic stuff happened? max payne has the potential to be a fun ride or flop. wahlberg is not someone i would cast as max payne, but perhaps i will be pleasantly surprised. i am awaiting for this movie to open up. quarantine. i am all about a zombie-esque flick. i did not make it out to see this one yet. for some reason, i think the movie would have been more of a success if they made the film interactive. for instance, if we all had guns we could reload to the side and watch the movie and shot the zombies, think house of the dead. just a thought.

right now, i am sipping hot apple cider and listening to the carter family music. i adore mountain music and pure country music. i don't even mind the religious themes because the story and the feeling behind the music surpasses it all for me. my perfect day? right now drinking my cider with the carter family playing on the turntable and a pile of unopened comic books.

i love the smell of new books.

autumn

autumn makes me want to daydream more. autumn is my favorite season. it makes me happy and sad at the same time. i start to miss boston and the new england foliage (and yes, even hearing people say "wicked retarded"). this is when people can sport wool scarves, burberry plaids, corduroy blazers, cute boots and everyone looks adorable in fall attire.

this past weekend i went apple picking. walking through the groves of apples trees, red delicious, winsap, golden delicious, the aroma of fallen apples, the smell of chestnuts roasting, cider being pressed, and pies being made. as i looked to see groves of trees for miles and miles, i decided to lay down on the grass underneath an apple tree and count clouds. it was this moment when i knew i was smiling, inside and out. sometimes, you get that one moment where everything just seems perfect because it is. i had it under this apple tree.

so folks, pearly's brunches are back on. i have mastered baking pears. mmmmm. baked pears with cinnamon. what can i say, i look good in an apron.

long lost pearly

sorry bloggers and my apologies to the bloggerverse. work has been insane. i mean mind spinning like a top insane.

anyhow, i'm back. cuter than ever.

ok, so why haven't i blogged about the dark knight yet? ok, no spoilers here since i do want peeps to see this flick. if you are up to speed then you know that i am a batman girl. read my blog post about superman v. batman. anyhow, i saw dark knight on imax. one must! i mean the film was shot for imax.

before going to see any major movie, i never read reviews, i never watch previews, etc. i go in to just see it. i hate going in tainted.

let's just say heath ledger's performance as the joker was superb. he made nicholson's performance look like a joke. if you are in the know, then you know that the joker is not a funny comical character in fact, quite the opposite. the joker is one the darkest characters in the world of dc comics. before going to see dark knight, i reread killing joke, by alan moore. here, you see how the joker started, a sad, tormented husband, and what happens to people who are put in bad choices and situations. so, back to the joker in the dark knight. i went in and did not know what to expect. heath ledger? i mean did we all see a knight's tale? come on. boy, was i surprised. his performance was brilliant. his story on how he got that "grin" and his timing. for this to be his last performance speaks bounds on his acting ability.

ok, christian bale. the batman voice of his is seriously getting on my nerves. like his alter ego is some messed up sex operator talk.

so for me, i suggest seeing the dark knight. go see it on imax. so will the next flick be the dark knight returns by frank miller???? omg. how much would that rule? i totally need to see old batman kick superman's ass.

i also saw wanted, another comic book turned into a hollywood flick. that review is for another day. :)

so i am back. send me some love people!

xo

funny side note, today some dude in the elevator wearing a fanny pack tried to pick me up. acid wash jean shorts. fanny pack filled with napkins. he was chugging a dr. pepper and managed in between burps to say to me, " you're pretty. real pretty." memo to you boys, fanny packs with a mullet. ironic. fanny packs with dr. pepper and used napkins. gross.

norman rockwell does not live here

i used to date this guy, for y'all following, it's BLAINE from the post -it comic i did a few blogs back. anyhow, i was young and retarded in love. this guy wore khakis and docksiders and if he wanted to go crazy, he would wear black keds. i know. i know.

we had several art history classes together. he was a big norman rockwell fan. i know. he would tell me this line all the time," the only thing i love that is abstract is you." i thought it was lovely. now that i think about it, it wasn't.

i know "blaine" has grown up to probably be some successful businessman or investment banker or lawyer or doctor.

when i go to work, the drawing above is how i feel. sorry for the sloppy ink job. i will touch it up later.

in a sea of brooks brothers suits and cufflinks, lies me.

in this sea of professionals who are all "linked in," there's me "chinked in."

the birdie left behind

i have a little flower garden outside of my city stoop. besides my flower boxes, i have this garden. before the heat wave, i had pretty flowers in this yellow fenced garden. now, it is dried up flowers. sigh.

living in the city, i am used to seeing dead little baby birds on sidewalks. it always freaks me out to see dead birds. like a sign of doom or something.

this sunday, i heard a little chirping. a baby bird. he was in my garden, but my pa noticed the bird was not flying. my pa said, "he hurt." i go and look at the baby bird closely. it is not a newborn since it does have its feathers, but it is a baby. its bug eyes wide with fright. he couldn't fly. he would hop a bit, but no flying. no parent birds in sight.

we tried to pick up the birdie, but he was so scared and he tried to bite with his little beak. his googly eyes were all wide and dark with fright.

i have this birdhouse in my rose garden. so we ushered the fledgling into the birdhouse. figuring that the birdie could take shelter in the house, safe from squirrels and dogs. doesn't he look all cozy in the birdhouse? wow. just had they might be giants moment. birdhouse in your soul just chimed through my head.

upon further internet research, we had to put the birdie near the place we found him. decided that placing the birdie in the flower boxes over the bushes and flowers was a good idea. in case, the birdie attempted to fly and missed, he would not fall far and on soil.

as the little birdie chirped, his parents, the cardinals were chirping back.

upon checking on the baby birdie, he was gone. he finally flew.

now my birdhouse is empty. sigh.

summer nights

summer in the city is something i love. no, i don't enjoy the humid mugginess, the smell of hot piss in the subway, the fact the homeless people now strip down to the skeeveys, the hordes of teenagers who roam the street, yelling slurs at me or spitting at me. these are all bad negative things about the city, but every once in awhile, i get glimpses, moments of prettiness that remind me why i love summers in the city.

1) getting dinner with my best friends and just talking about everything and nothing and then winding down the night with cold bubble tea

2) the sound of the ice cream truck and the site of mr. softie on the side of the truck as i chase it down to get a wolverine popsicle

3) people flying kites in the park

4) the smell of honeysuckles as i walk to work in the morning

5) the smell of dew on grass as it gets cut after an overnight rainstorm

6) how the nights stay lighter and you lose track of time

7) water ice is ok to eat for dinner

8) seersucker suits on old men

9) picnics are back in style

10) fireflies. fireflies. fireflies.

summer of 2008 has begun. bring on the bubble tea and let's catch some fireflies.