Tuesday, February 17, 2015


I haven't posted in a while again. I have thus far been terrible at making this a daily or even weekly habit. On the Biggest Loser front, I have made a little bit more progress. I am now down 11 total pounds from my starting weight. It's not quite as much as I was hoping for at this point in time, but it's definitely progress, and seeing this progress encourages me to keep going. At this point, the weekends are what really get me, as I have been a little too loose on what I have allowed myself to eat or drink. Oh yeah, and I haven't really been exercising. As an excuse maker, I can say it's because it's too cold outside to go for walks and I had to cancel my gym membership, but after seeing pictures of people bundled up in their full winter attire just to go for a 15 minute walk, I know that I'm just lying to myself and avoiding physical activity. I guess knowing that is half the battle, though, right?!

Things have been going okay lately, but I kind of feel as though I'm in the midst of an early, mini mid-life crisis. I've been having trouble dealing with my job for a good couple of years now, but I still refuse to leave out of fear. For one, I am so freaking bored of having done the same thing for so long, and with having to ask 5 people before I can make 1 simple change. It's very frustrating. Secondly, I don't feel that what I do is that exciting, so it's really hard to convince someone else that it is. This leaves me feeling as though there is no way I could quit and make nearly as much as I do now, which already isn't enough at times. And of course, I can't possibly go any time at all without making at least as much as I do now or I would be in bill trouble. And all the while, all I want to do is something creative, but I make excuses all the time as to why I can't do that either. I have been trying to work through my procrastination and perfectionism issues by creating small victories, like working on my projects for at least a few minutes everyday without the urge to revise, but I still find myself allowing distractions and making excuses as to why doing something else, like cleaning! would be better.

I have been reading this book called, Get It Done, by Sam Bennett, and although some of what I have read so far is the pretty typical advice for overcoming procrastination (spending a set amount of time working on what you need to get done, etc), I like the way the author writes, and I feel like it has been helping me. I have always been that person that felt like if I couldn't finish a project in one sitting, I couldn't even start it, so it's refreshing to hear how many people have made such simple changes to overcome that feeling. Giving a small amount of time each day to your project not only encourages progress, but it can also reawaken whatever desire may have been lying dormant within.

I'm trying to make that light bulb go off in my head that the only way I'm going to be able to make these positive changes in my life is to commit long enough to something to make some real progress. I often refer to myself as a writer, but realistically, as they say, a writer is someone who actually writes. This has recently become my mantra. It's a simple, realistic statement, but sometimes things like fear and self-doubt get in the way of that.

Monday, January 19, 2015

New Year Thoughts

This year I didn't officially make a New Year’s resolution. Mainly because I have not done very well in the past at holding myself accountable to whatever goal or resolution I have set. I can’t blame anyone else. I can only blame my own lack of self-discipline, and of course my fear. I have, however, set goals, which are basically the same thing without the shiny New Year’s nickname added to them. I have already been both successful at and failed in my first goal, which is to never say no to anything that scares me.

My first failure was when a group of us got together to experience go carting. I didn't go through with trying it out because there were three guys with me who are a bit competitive and wanted to race each other for best time. I genuinely didn't want to get in their way or be the reason why they came up short, even though they are told me that was part of the game. So now to the the real reason why I was afraid: how I would look trying to handle the car, since I drive like a freaking maniac anytime I play any kind of video game that includes handling, like Mario Kart. It was fun to watch everyone, though, and I have vowed that next time we go I will give it a try.

My success has been to drive 2 hours and 40 minutes by myself to see one of my favorite bands, Dark Tranquility, in concert. No one was able to go with me due to work schedules, and I was feeling kind of ambivalent about driving that far by myself, especially to a place I had never been. But I made the trek to Kokomo, IN to Centerstage Bar and Grill, which ended up being about half an hour outside of Indianapolis. The drive really wasn't bad at all. There was just a lot of back roads type driving that made it a little slow.

I always feel a bit awkward going to concerts by myself. I have always been on the shyer side when it comes to meeting new people, so standing around by yourself while everyone else groups up is a little bit strange. I have also always ended up being glad when I go, though, especially when the music starts and it takes me to another place, even more so if I can mosh. The opening band was a band called Insomnium, who I have heard a few times on Pandora and enjoyed, but had never seen live. They were soooo good. They were also really nice guys who even posed for pictures for a good 15 minutes right after their show. I, of course, had to jump in on this.

I hate how I look in pictures, though. For one, I always wear my hair back because I refuse to cut it short, but I can’t seem to get it to cooperate. I also feel a bit out of sorts about my weight at the moment, which will eventually bring us to goal #2.

Anyway, as usual, Dark Tranquility was freaking amazing. Mikkal Stanne is such a great performer. He is so good at engaging an audience with his voice and mannerisms, and he makes everything look so effortless. The rest of the band has great presence as well, and they sounded right on point. Usually when I attend concerts, I don’t care for all the bands or the band I went to see doesn't end up sounding as good at that particular show. I have to say, though, that this was one of the best shows I have been to in a long time. I truly felt transcended by the music of both bands, and wished that they had played another show closer to me than Cleveland or Joliet, IL. I even went home and did some creative writing over the next couple of days, which is something I have been struggling with recently. I love how this type of music (melodic/symphonic black/viking/death metal) just reaches into my brain and touches upon every place, fulfilling every transition my brain is seeking. Extremely inspiring.

My second, and typically my annual, goal is to lose weight and get back into shape. So far I have lost 4 pounds, which I consider a decent success considering how I have been treating my overall health for the past year. I had to get used to the little diet changes again, like portion control and trade-offs , so I figured I wouldn't lose a ton right away. This past week, though, I have felt as though I am back on the saddle. Additionally, a friend of mine has implemented a biggest loser competition, in which a few of us will be competing for a cash prize for whoever has the biggest percentage weight loss. I hear the cash prize is now over $400, and with money being a huge motivator for me (along with wanting so hard to lose that weight), I expect to be successful. I think I’m off to a good start.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Woman Sues MTA and Showtime for Dexter Ad

Do you ever get tired of other people blaming everyone and everything, but themselves? There is probably nothing I crave more in this world than a desire for everyone to take some self-responsibility. That's why the lawsuit I found here: http://www.dnainfo.com/new-york/20140625/midtown/woman-scared-by-dexter-ad-sues-mta-for-subway-fall really bothers me. This woman, Ajanaffy Njewadda, and her husband are suing both Showtime and the MTA for their placement of an ad within a stairwell, which she claims startled her so much that she fell down the stairs and broke her ankle.

Now do't get me wrong. I do believe there can be a time and place to sue. For instance, a plane crashes due to the pilot's negligence? Should you be able to sue the pilot and the airline? Sure. Slipping and falling because an employee just mopped the floor at your local grocer and failed to take any precautions to warn incoming customers of the wet floors? That would be a reasonable lawsuit for medical claims. Your ex-failing to notify you that he has AIDS? I find that to be a genuine reason to sue for both emotional distress and/or potential medical ramifications.

I realize that people share different opinions on world issues, but there is no question that our court system has been hijacked by a number of frivilous lawsuits. I would like to think, though, that most intelligent and sane, non-lawyers would consider this another frivilous suit. I mean, I'm sorry you fell down the stairs like a scared little girl, but come on, what's next? What do you think?

Sunday, May 11, 2014


I found this old blog post that I had started a while back, but never published, but I figure it's still very (sadly) relevant to my current situation, especially since I just received an extremely insulting offer from work regarding my two years without a raise, and the result of that conversation made me feel additionally undervalued, and it was kind of the last draw. So here's that old post:

"I have spent the vast majority of my life in an ongoing pursuit to discover my calling. I always knew that I loved and wanted a lot of money (I mean really, though, who doesn’t?), but I can’t say that I was one of those people who knew what they wanted to do with their life since they were three. For example, at some point in time I have considered a variety of pursuits, including Veterinarian, Medical Examiner, Financial Advisor, Author, and Actress. Unfortunately, it feels as though late bloomers like me are somehow looked down upon or otherwise punished for this lack of direction. Like if I didn’t know or commit to what I wanted immediately then I don’t deserve to be a part of the cool kids club.

"Actually, commit might be a key word here. I believe part of my issue has been confidence, or rather my lack thereof. For instance, I have always loved creative pursuits, like writing, acting, and singing, but I never felt confident enough that my skills in any of these areas would pay the bills. So what did I do? I went to a temp agency and told them I wanted to give accounting a try. And I went to school for business. I figured a degree in business administration was broad enough to work within any industry (just in case), and I love sports, so why not a degree in business with a concentration in sports management? It made a lot of sense at the time, and I still love sports. I even went on to pursue my MBA. Oh my pocket book.

"Then about a year and a half ago, I had an epiphany. Or rather, I was assed out of a position at work that according to almost everyone involved (at least to my face anyway) should have been mine. (This is the part where I explain how my not getting the thing that I wanted was probably the best thing that could have happened to me). Because really, it was. I don’t know how else to explain it except to say that it awakened something in me. At first, I was like “Fuck this job, fuck my life, and fuck everything,” but then I decided to use it as a reason to make a change in my life. I never wanted to work for the man anyway. I always wanted to do something creative and meaningful. I always pictured myself in my old age receiving praise for my many accomplishments, like “She wrote multiple bestselling, breathtaking novels,” or “She delivered many Oscar-worthy performances,” or “She travelled the World and lived to tell a great many tales.” Yes, she can dream big too.

"Don’t get me wrong. If I had been in a position to quit my job, I would have done so in a heartbeat. But alas, I wasn’t, so I had to find another way to get past that burn. And I did. One of the reasons I was given for not getting the position was that I had not “interviewed well.” And in my defense, I was na├»ve in believing that since I worked at the company for so many years, I wouldn’t need to worry about having a spotless interview because the awesomeness and glory of my hard work and skill would shine on through. Nope. No one cares about those things. I would have understood if I had been interviewing for a company that I had never worked for, who didn’t know me or what I could do, but it really shook my pride and confidence that someone with less experience and less education than me “won” the job. I have other suspicions as to why too, but I will not list them here because I already sound like a sad, bitter pion without offering further evidence. But anyway, I digress.

"The whole point of this grammar police worthy rant was to explain the situation that finally spurred me into pursuing something that I had always wanted to do, but never had the guts to even try: Acting and Writing."

So yes, this is still that same job where I was assed out of the position that should have been mine, and now they have insulted me further, and I am ready to make a permanent change. And the funny thing is that the woman who was in this position, who has since moved on, but is still a friend of mine, had a similar thing happen to her. I pretty much followed her path in the company as far as the role we performed, and she ended up being insulted and ended up quitting for a better position and it has paid of for her considerably. I think I just let myself get too comfortable, and it time to get myself out there to fly again, as she has done successfully.

When I first started studying acting, this quote from Colin Cunningham was one of the first ones I read. I think it fits just about any situation, and it's one of the ones I have kept in my arsenal when I am feeling down about things.

“Be Bold. Impossible: Redefine It. The most valuable thing that anyone will ever give you is their TIME. Not their money. Remember that. Ask for people's help. Not their permission. The 'squeaky wheel' should be dismantled and replaced. Be careful what you wish for because you will get it. Be even more careful what you work for because you will get it even more quickly. Remember those that help you. Help others when they need it. Don't EVER give up. Making films is hard. Awesome, but hard. You want easy, make a sandwich. Don't lose your focus. That little speck of light way off in the distance, don't stop until you're standing in it. If you have to, take a break, go to your corner, get some sleep but don't ever give up. You will get there.”

I love it as a reminder to keep on chugging when you feel like you want to give up or that your ship has sailed. And it goes back to the idea that you should prioritize the things you want and love.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Priorities and Trade-offs

I have always loved writing. When I was younger, I figured I would end up writing non-fiction. I was a woman with strong opinions dammit! and someone needed to hear about them. Case in point, my family used to joke about getting me a soapbox for Christmas.
Strangely, however, I never read much when I was younger, save for the required reading in grade school and high school, and the occasional self-help tome. This was quite odd considering my mother and sister shared a love of reading, especially for Science-Fiction, and devoured a new book a few times a week. I still haven’t read most of the “classics.”

As I grew older, my head began to fill with hundreds of ideas for stories to write. When the first Twilight movie came out (I admit, I thought it was cute), I rushed to read the entire Saga and finished it in a couple of weeks. I can’t say the series is one of my favorites, but it did spark my interest in fiction, particularly young adult fiction, and a new desire was born.

Unfortunately, I haven’t written more than a couple of paragraphs for any work of fiction. I’ve dabbled with poetry and song lyrics. I have pages and pages of ideas, and I’ve tried to do the whole free writing thing or write about my thoughts and feelings, as well as the occasional prompt. You know, all the things they tell you to do to try to jump start your muse. I wrestled for a long time with what exactly this meant. Was I just not blessed with a muse? Was I not blessed with the ability to tell a good story the way that good, published writers can? Or even a shitty story for that matter, just to get something on the page.

The fact is, however, that I never took two important pieces of advice to heart. First, I never fully comprehended the idea of prioritizing the things that matter to me the most. I always wanted to do the things that came easy to me. For instance, when I chose my current career I asked myself, “How can I make the most money in the shortest amount of time?” rather than, “What do you really want out of life and what do you need to do to get it?” I was good with numbers, so I made my way into accounting. I never felt comfortable sacrificing my potential to earn money or giving up the time that I could make it in to pursue my true passions. I figured I could always make the money now and have more leisure to do what I love later. I also considered that other people must have something that I don’t. For example, someone that gets up at the crack of dawn before they go to work just to work out for an hour must just have endless energy and not be as tired as I am. Someone that can stay up an hour later every night to work on their novel must just have more time on their hands or be okay without the extra hours of sleep. And someone that pursues a creative endeavor, like acting or art, must have complete confidence, and/or parents who financially support them in their efforts. I still feel that this is fairly true in some cases. Some people are just dealt better hands. But then there’s the second piece of advice.

Trade-offs. They can be as simple as, “if I eat this piece of birthday cake for Candice’s’ birthday, then I have to work out extra hard or eat a salad without dressing for dinner.” It can also be more serious, like, “if I want to live as a starving artist, I need to be willing to give up some of my creature comforts. Top Ramen for dinner tonight!” But I get some of this now. I still don’t want to live off of Top Ramen for dinner, but I feel like I understand now that these trade-offs or compromises must occur if you want to reach success, especially in a career or passion that doesn’t tend to come easy or that doesn’t typically generate the same revenue as say a career as a stockbroker might. Most people realized this back when they were still in college or probably before. Yup, I’m a late bloomer.

I have often made excuses, though. I pretty much make excuses for just about everything I want to avoid on some level. I don’t write because I have a full-time job, and I don’t have the energy to consistently stick to a writing schedule. I don’t Act because I don’t have enough money for headshots and acting classes and driving to the cities where all the jobs are, and can never get the days off I need to go to auditions or work on material. While that last one is partially true, the point is that even if I’m not able to do something the way I have in mind, I can still slowly chug toward it instead of not doing it at all. And for some reason, this has been a battle within me for years. I want to do it full-on or not at all. It kind of reminds me of that definition of insanity quote. Sometimes you just have to do something a different way to break out of the box you’re in (that you probably put yourself in in the first place). You can’t keep trying to do things the same way and expect different results.

I have been slowly trying to come to terms with this and make the necessary changes over the past few months, but I still have a long way to go. The fortunate thing is that there is nowhere to go from there, but up.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Right Back At It

I have decided to blog again, and I want to make this one about writing and travel and maybe even about a little travel writing. I have an intense desire to travel, but I have never been on a real vacation. We never took vacations when I was a child, and when I became an adult it just honestly never occurred to me that people took real vacations. And the funny thing is I’ve always wanted to travel. The desire was always there. I think up until recently, though, I never made it a priority. It was more important to me to fulfill my most immediate want or need, like a mini shopping spree at Macy’s or lower bowl tickets to a NHL game. I also used to feel like only non-hardworking people took vacations. Young people are so funny!
I have been on some road trips. I drove across country to move back in forth between California and Ohio a couple of times, but I never really took the time to stop and smell the roses. I even took a couple of different routes to change up the scenery. For instance, it is a really amazing drive through Utah and Colorado. The winding mountain roads are quite picturesque. It’s so peaceful.
Other small road trips took me to specific bigger cities, like Chicago or Pittsburgh, but these trips lasted no more than a night or two, and were always meant to attend a specific event like a game or a convention. I did do a small amount of exploring in Washington, D.C. to see the White House, the Lincoln Monument, and to walk through the National Gallery of Art’s Sculpture Garden, but even this trip was intended as a NHL road trip to see the Capitols take on the Florida Panthers. The Sculpture Garden is interesting to say the least. I mean, what is that?! ;)

This trip was the last time I had the chance to see Ed Belfour (Awesomeist NHL Goaltender) play too.

By the time I did decide that traveling was one of the main things I wanted to do, I was in too deep, debtfully speaking. This was partly from hanging on to a person that took advantage of me for far too long, but also admittedly due to my own mistakes and wanting to finish my MBA. Fortunately, I am out of the worst of my situation (school and the relationship), and although I am nowhere near being out of debt, I am at least slowly chipping away at it and the downward spiral has an upward trajectory.
In closing, I hope don’t mind me occasionally going off topic to discuss personal matters, like goals and achievements or times when I fall hopelessly on my face in this blog. I might even post the occasional article so I can poke fun at people and life because sarcasm gets me through it. Honestly, many of my posts may focus these areas at first until I am finally able to save up for some awesome trips! When I do go anywhere, though, I intend to post my thoughts on my experiences there, even if it’s just a local establishment here in Cincinnati. I hope you will stick with me throughout my travels.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

A Review of Fracture: Debut Novel from Megan Miranda

By the time Delaney Maxwell was pulled from a Maine lake’s icy waters by her best friend Decker Phillips, her heart has stopped beating. Her brain had stopped working. She was dead. But somehow Delaney survived – despite the brain scans that show irreparable damage. Everyone wants Delaney to be fine, but she knows she’s far from normal. Pulled by strange sensations she can’t control or explain, Delaney now finds herself drawn to the dying, and when she meets Troy Varga, a boy who recently emerged from a coma with the same abilities, she is relieved to share this strange new existence. Unsure if her altered brain is predicting death or causing it, Delaney must figure out if their gift is a miracle, a freak of nature – or something much more frightening…..

As soon as I read that Fracture was a debut novel from a Biology major that formerly worked in biotech, I knew I had to read it. I love the supernatural and the paranormal, but science definitely has a place in my heart and its inclusion in Fracture’s plot made it sound intriguing to me. Plus this was author Megan Miranda’s debut novel and I try to read debuts since I hope to become published one day myself.

Fracture begins almost immediately with the key plot point. Delaney Maxwell and Decker Phillips venture out onto the lake, against Delaney’s better judgment, to avoid taking the long way around to meet up with their friends. Delaney falls, the ice cracks, and she plunges in, trapped for eleven minutes before she is rescued. And oh yeah, during that eleven minutes, she dies. The next time she wakes up, it’s nearly a week later and the doctors can barely understand how she is even alive, let alone coherent. Her best friend, the trusty Decker, has been there at her bedside the whole time.

When Delaney goes home, she begins having these strange sensations within her brain that seem to become stronger when she is around someone who is close to death. She also comes across Troy Varga, a boy who has survived a similar traumatic accident with coma, and experiences these strange sensations too. Troy is a breath of fresh air at first, someone who can relate to what has happened to Delaney, especially as she discovers that her friends and family are not dealing with it so well. Troy is more than he seems at first, though, as Delaney quickly discovers. Ultimately, she wonders if she is just sensing these deaths or if she has become so wrong in the head that she is actually causing them.

I don’t want to give away too much of the story that hasn’t already been offered through other sources, but I would like to say that the best part of Fracture for me was its character development and emotional ride. I found the emotions Delaney’s friends, and especially her mother, were dealing with – emotions that were not always kind and supportive – to be quite believable. The lines that best summed up this point for me were, “He dragged me through the house, and I let him, because I wasn’t sure who I was most scared of at the moment. The stranger I was learning about too quickly, or the woman I’d known my entire life who was quickly becoming a stranger.” I also liked the Decker storyline, as I think it reminds us that sometimes you don’t realize what you have until it’s almost (or is) gone.

The only part that fell short for me was the actual plot. I would say that 90% of the books I read are some type of Urban Fantasy or have an otherwise Supernaturally-based plot, but I felt as though this one could have done without that paranormal twist. This would have been a five star story for me if it had just been a girl that came out of a traumatic accident alive, and was forced to deal with her changing relationships. The paranormal element cheapened that slightly, and also tried to wrap up too quickly. I think if it had been drawn out or if it had reached a more sensational climax, it would have worked. That said, I liked the ending as part of a non-paranormal story, and I thought it made sense.

Overall, I felt Fracture was an interesting and enjoyable read. I would give it four and a half stars based on its writing and character development alone. I look forward to reading more novels from Megan Miranda.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Finnish Independence Day and Angry Birds

You have got to love a lady that doesn't take herself so seriously that she cannot poke fun at fashion. I guess some people believe Teija Vesterbacka, wife of Chief Marketing Officer of Rovio of Angry Birds fame, should have worn something more traditional and classy to the Finnish Presidential Palace in honor of of their Independence Day. I believe, however, that people often take things way too seriously, and having fun with fashion is a great way to to help them get over it. Here is the dress if you haven't seen it:

Still classy, just........fun. I will never understand why so many people insist on feeling as though everyone must share the same fashion sense as them anyway. I find that it makes life more interesting that we have people who dress differently, whether for personal or cultural reasons. I like that when I venture out into the world, I might see a teenage boy dressed in emo or steampunk faire or woman dressed in her own at do it yourself creations. It's not about whether or not I like the fashion personally; it's about how dull the world would be if we all dressed as someone else thinks we should. There is no right or wrong in fashion. Well, there might be some wrong, because this is pretty bad:

But you get the idea. ;)

Monday, December 5, 2011

Magnificent Wine Labels, Horror, Metal, and Cheese

As a wine lover and a collector of all things awesome, I wanted to share some of my favorite bottle labels I have come across, ones that I would be sure to keep after savoring the last drop of bittery, sweetness from my favorite red. The first label comes from Redhead Studio (Austrailia) and was designed by Mash Design:

I completely wish that I had been clever enough to come up with "Night of the Living Red." The wax is melted into blood-like drips, and when the loosely tied label is opened up, one sees zombie related scenes and crime files. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to find this one yet, but I will let you know when and where I do!
Secondly, we have this simple, but effective label brought to us by R Wines in Austrailia:

Live, Evil, make it what you will. I think it is awesome. Although it looks to have been a vintage from 2007-08, it seems like it can still be found, and for a steal of a price. I have seen it anywhere from $6.50 to $17 on sites like Snooth.
Next up, is the Cycles Gladiator from Hahn Family Wines:

I like this one so much that I plan to get the poster with the same depiction from their web shop. It portrays the Alexandre Darracq painting of the original Cycles Gladiator advertising poster. The cool story behind this one is that it was banned in Alabama for three years, but has apparently been recently forgiven. From the Hahn Family Wines website: 

"Several years ago the Alabama Alcoholic Beverage Control Board took a look at our label and decided that it was a little too wild for the average wine drinker in Birmingham. our beloved Belle (seen taking a casual ride on the front label) was deemed "immodest and sensuous," and banned from all the stores in the state. However, after nearly three years of banishment Cycles Gladiator has been welcomed back in Alabama!"

You should be able to find this one at any liquor store with wine. I can actually find it down the street at my nearest Kroger's, from about $10-$15.

This next one might be my favorite. It was made by Roar Reserve Wines, and I plan to buy the whole line because it's so awesome ($20 each or $110 for the line)! Most importantly, it also benefits Big Cat Rescue, an organization that provides homes for abandoned and abused big cats. You can buy one or all of the wines at a site called Benefit wines, http://www.benefitwines.com/default.asp, and a portion of the purchase will go toward the Big Cat Rescue.

How could a self-professed animal lover not want these?! And the site also has these, which I simply cannot resist as a Bat lover:

The purchase of these would benefit the Bat World Sanctuary. There are many other charities that can benefit on this site from the purchase of a bottle of Vino. Makes a good present too :)

The vintage pin-up girl in me loves these labels from Turn Me Wines in Illinois:

Apparently, the pin-up girls can also be optioned for your establishment on a promotional basis! The Reisling, shown here in it previous and current incarnation, is from a German importer and distributor known as Wein-Bauer, and they attempted to create a drier version of the typically sweetwe Reisling. The Red is a Cabernet from Austria and uses the Zweigelt grape. The Sweet is produced in the Tempranillo La Mancha Region of Spain. I love the polka-dotted dress with the black Tulle embellishment; so fun. All the wines are inexpensive, typically running under $10 or $15.
Another extremely awesome pin-up label is this holiday inspired one from PasoPort Wine in California:

How cute is that?! It runs at $40 per bottle as a limited edition wine, and is listed as a dessert wine. Not too overpriced to give it a try for the holidays.

For the Vintage Horror movie fan, Killibinbin from Brother in Arms Winery in Austrailia offers these great labels from one of their lines, once again designed by Mash Design:

Another vintage themed set of labels comes from Wine by Some Young Punks. This is their Pulp Novel themed line:

 Finally, the brilliant minds who decided to pair Heavy Metal music and wine will always have a piece of my heart. AC/DC labeled wines, from Warburn Estate Wineries in, once again, Austrailia made these:

I mean, "Highway to Hell" Cabernet and "Back in Black" Shiraz?! Brilliant! I cannot find these outside of Austrialia, though, nor can I find anyone to ship them here. I saw that some people were upset that AC/DC would do such a thing to try to make money, which I don't get at all. I think they are great collectibles, and who wouldn't try to make as much money as they could? I never really understood that attitude. The whole "sell-out" thing is a bit overplayed, I think.

And finally, the singer of the Norwegian Satyricon, my favorite band (aside from my all time favorite, Pantera), collaborated with an Italian winery known as Roagna Winery to create his namesake, Wongraven Wines:

There's even a boxed variety, if you're so inclined. Currently, the Barolo Unione Nero di Wongraven 2006 and Langhe Rosso Alleanza Nero di Wongraven 2009 are available. I personally think wine is metal, although many out there, especially within the Black Metal genre might disagree. This one is tough to find, and when you do it get a little pricy. I think partly because it is limited edition. $$65 to $95 a bottle.

One last thought.......I recommend this amazing cheese from Sartori Cheese to pair with any red wine:

It is the Merlot Bellavitano cheese from their Reserve line, and it's amazing as long as you like aged cheese of the smelly variety. Cheers! :)

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Duck Hunter Gets Shot In Buttocks


Maybe it's the animal lover in me, or maybe I'm just a little messed up, but I love stories like this! Here is a piece from the MSN article:
A bird hunter in Utah was shot in the buttocks after his dog stepped on a shotgun laid across the bow of a boat.

Box Elder County Sheriff's Deputy Kevin Potter says the 46-year-old Brigham City man was duck hunting with a friend 10 miles west of the city when he climbed out of the boat to move decoys.

Potter says the man left his 12-gauge shotgun in the boat and the dog stepped on it, causing it to fire.
I try not to judge people, I really do. I also feel like people should be able to do what makes them happy. And I know that this isn't some kind of karma, although I'd like to think that it is a form of "instant" karma, but I always feel like you get what you deserve when I hear about stories like this. If that makes me a bad person, that's okay by me.