Bicycle update (Girl, you need Pussy Control!)

It's funny to think, it was just a little over two years ago that I got back onto a bicycle (I hadn't been on one since the beginning of high school). I was in my first semester of grad school, and liked the idea of biking to the UO. Well, I really liked the idea of starting a bicycle gang.

One time Prince wrote this little ditty "Pussy Control":

Our story begins in a schoolyard
A little girl skipping rope with her friends
A tisket, a tasket, no lunch in her basket
Just school books 4 the fight she would be in
One day over this hoodie
She got beat 4 some clothes and a rep
With her chin up, she scolded "All y'all's molded
When I'm rich, on your neck I will step"
And step she did 2 the straight A's
Then college, a master degree
She hired the heifers that jumped her
And made everyone of them work 4 free?
No! Why?
So what if my sisters are triflin'?
They just don't know
She said "Mama didn't tell'em what she told me
'Girl, U need Pussy Control'" (Are U ready?)

Suffice it to say, I love "Pussy Control." So much so, that I named my crap-Royce Union bike after it.

Well, that bike came and went. For a little over a year I've been rocking a Raleigh Passage 3.0, which I purchased mostly because it was a beautiful shade of purple. I am not going to lie.

Now, a natural move would have been to stick with the Prince song bike names and call her "Purple Rain." But that is just so... obvious. And besides, the Biker Ghouls were trading up bikes left and right... and giving our new bikes sequel names.

So, Pussy Control became Pussy Control II: The Secret of the Ooze (thanks, Ninja Turtles!). Parenthetically speaking, her name is Prairie Rose, after the Roxy Music song (her technical color is like Dusty Rose or something acrylic-painty like that).

Pussy Control wore a cheap Dymo label announcing her name to the world. Up until last week. While doing a St. Vincent De Paul trip I stumbled upon some really cheap, really ancient, decorative letters—the kind you get wet and stick somewhere. They happened to be gold, which is one of my favorite colors. So...



What do you think of her now? I suppose I need to find a spot to add the necessary II: The Secret of the Ooze.

KK

Costume party run-off

There wasn't too much enthusiasm for the last October Costume Party poll. So, we are having a demented run-off. I am putting up the most two most popular ideas from the last poll, as well as some suggestions that I received.

3 parties=vote 3 times!

We are having 3 October costume parties. Vote for your 3 fave themes!
	Tabloid party (dress like paparazzi, or a celebrity, or something from Weekly World News, etc.)
	YouTube phenomenon (dress as something from a YouTube video, or a YouTube user)
	Comic book character (obviously, dress as a comic book character)
	Y2K party (Dress as if Y2K brought on Doomsday: post-apocalyptic, like Mad Max)
	These all suck, give me more options.
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October Costume Parties

So, we generally have a bunch of costume parties in October. This year is no exception.

We plan on having three parties. Which parties are you most likely to attend?

What is your favorite idea for a costume party for Halloween? Feel free to vote three times, as we plan on having 3 costume parties in October!
	Tabloid party (dress like paparazzi, or a celebrity, or something from Weekly World News, etc.)
	YouTube phenomenon (dress as something from a YouTube video, or a YouTube user)
	Safari party (like you are on safari, duh)
	Rocky Horror (like a character or inspired by)
	Politics party (dress like a politician or a hot issue, such as tax cuts)
	TGIF (dress as your fave TGIF TV show character)
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KK

The 48 Hour Film Project

Our historical fiction flick, "Lafayette" screened last night. This film was made in 48 hours; we drew the genre and received a mandatory character (Jane Gravenstein, Wellness Practitioner), line ("Ok, I think I got it straight") and prop (jumper cables) on Friday night. On Sunday night, we turned in the final cut.

It was so much fun! Words here cannot describe, but you can find running commentary: Fetus in Fetu blog.

So, funny thing... the screening started, in Portland, at 7. We left Eugene at 4:30, which put us on track to be in Portland at 6:30.

Then fires erupted on 1-5. Apparently trees were spontaneously combusting; the flames from one tree licked a hay truck, and that shit took the whole freeway down. For hours.
I also lost T-Mobile service. Right off of I-5 I had an "SOS" on my screen. I blamed the government for stealing my spectrum. But it might have been Al Qaeda.
Oh, and Sami texted me saying some intrepid enthusiasts found a dead Bigfoot? It sealed the deal... Armageddon.

We made it to Portland at 8:30, approximately one minute after our film finished screening. We went last, so we made it for the Q&A. But those jerks didn't let us vote :(

Dawn recorded the audience reaction to our film—and it was great! Laughs (and cringes) where we wanted 'em.

Check it out:


P.S. Here are the handbills
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KK

Jukefrüt, or The Hottest Band that Never Happened

Can you pinpoint the moment of your life you decided to be a rockstar?
If you say, "No, I never wanted to be a rockstar," you are a liar.

My moment occurred in late 1995, when I saw God on my TV:



and by God, I mean Billy Corgan in the "Bullet with Butterfly Wings" music video. Seriously... if it weren't for this watershed moment, I might still be listening to shitty countrypop.

Lying on the couch that morning, I wanted the following things: silver pants; a black Zero t-shirt; and a guitar. Over the years, I failed with the silver pants, but got the Zero shirt in various colors, and finally, a guitar. Did I ever learn to play it or take lessons? No.

But I was in a band, for like, 10 days. In the 11th grade my sister, friends Jessica and Ann, and I decided we would form a band. Luckily, we had some talent, as Ann could play the guitar and sing. The rest of us, not really so much.

Here's our story:


I filmed "practice" in 2001. Seven years later some footage sees the screen. You know, I might have more, somewhere, but all I have on my hard drive is fighting. Go figure. Did we ever play a song?

My apologies for the choppy editing. Back in the day I used Adobe Premiere, and I just tried Final Cut Pro yesterday. I've found it's not so intuitive as Premiere, and damnit, I just can't figure out how to make transitions work correctly.

Anyway, here's to your inner rock star...