It's my party and I cry if I want to...

Today's weird word is...
panarchy: rule over the entire universe.

Heeeere we are, with the princes of the universe!!!

So we're planning a Halloween party with an 80's theme. Interesting, no? I have oficially arrived at the age where I celebrate my childhood. Oh yeah, the thirties are knocking on my door.

So i've been considering possible costumes for the party:

- Diana from Invasion (Invasión Extraterreste in Mexico): Got to get me a red jumpsuit. Reptilian looking contact lenses, a long black wig. Good points: I think it's easy to find the materials, she's evil and that is a plus, i dig the eyes. Bad points: I think there are only orange jumpsuits around. Grrr. Am i embarrased to be seen on public like this? No, it's still pretty normal.

- Madonna from like a gazillion hair dyes ago: I need lots of lace. Two short skirts, short stretchy cotton pants, a man's shirt and undershirt, lots of eyeliner, aquanet (!!!), and a mole. Good points: easy things to get, easy makeup. Bad points: It has been done before. Am i embarrased to be seen on public like this? No, it's Madonna before Sex.

- Smurfette: Blue paint. Blue likra. White dress, hat and shoes. Blonde wig. Good points: well, im sure that character will be recognized in a second. Bad points: I dont want to look like a mutation experiment gone awry. Am i embarrased to be seen on public like this? Well, yes.

- Lisa Hayes from Robotech: Weird wig of improbable proportions, flight attendant like uniform. Good points: No stuffy makeup. Good character. Bad points: You have to wear a skirt and heels all night, and the wig can cause mayhem by itself. Am i embarrased to be seen on public like this? Depends on the alcohol amount.

- Catalina Creel from Cuna de Lobos (mexican soap opera): an eye patch, coordinates with dress. puffy wig. dark makeup. orange juice and arsenic. Good points: I get to be evil all night long. Bad Points: I lose my depth perception for one night. Am i embarrased to be seen on public like this? Are you kidding? wearing an eyepatch is a childhood dream.

Those are today's picks.
Let's see what's in store later.

Who let the ducks out?

Today's weird word is....
hypophora: the posing of questions to oneself and the answering of them, or a reasoning aloud.

Why are we here?
I don't know. Don't ask me. I just got here. Aww. How cute of me, trying to pull this dubious bit of a joke. This is not the kind of hypophora that I practice everyday. This is not me, really. It's my evil twin. Who am I kidding? It's me alright.

I'm thinking about the implications of machismo at this day and age. It's bad people, it's bad. Why? Because it's not a coherent thing claiming to be a rational liberal male and then calling your better (who are you kidding? the word you're thinking is lesser, you macho pig) half a slut, easy woman because she kissed before with another man.

That is sooo wrong. Bad, bad macho.
You wet your pants when you talk about Enlightment and liberalism and then claim that rationalism is what set us appart from the other animals in the planet. And yet you act offended because she had a boyfriend before.

All men are created equal and have the same rights. Except for you woman, go and iron my shirt.

Umbrellas, umbrellas nowhere.

Today's weird word is....
floccillation: searching for imaginary objects; picking at the bedclothes by a delirious patient.

Hoy tengo ganas de escribir en español. Llueve, llueve afuera y caen pequeñas gotitas llenas de miedo a ser evaporadas por el sol que se esconde tras el cerro. Pero en fin, la cuestión es que llueve.

I like to have umbrellas. Why? Because my parents never believed in them. It could have been raining cats and dogs and they wouldnt see the need to buy one. That's why I have some that I've collected all this years.

And what happens next? Floccillation. I search and search and search for my no longer existent favorite umbrella (s). Guess what? They take mine. And lose them.
And they hope to get away with crime... or maybe they have the belief that if the lost umbrella is not mentioned, it never existed, a la Angel's Connor.

And still... they don't believe in them. Unless they're mine.

My very own little first post.

Today's weird word is....
Tintiddle: A witty retort you wish you had made but thought of too late

I have tintiddled through life with reckless abandon. So even this freshly new blog has to be a reflection that. How many times do we review our life adding scenes on our mind, editing, enhancing, erasing, wishing to make our witty retorts at the time they were needed.

That's what happens when you learn to speak coherently after a younger sibling does.
(Thank you mom for reminding me and all the nice ladies about that at my sister's bachelorette party two years ago... but im not resented, oh no)


PS. I like ducks, they rule.

So anyway, im beginning this, waiting to exhale... and to sleep.