prince wears sneakers?


I know now I know I'm lost without talking to the internet like it's my one true - so inactive lately it makes me all noodly when I see the tab, so pitter-patter-y that I have to shut my computer because I can't give it the swooning attention it deserves.  I plan on doing that...

....when I'm not in the Stamford Library in between waitressing shifts researching grants while also memorizing ingredients in something called 'big island meatloaf.'  


That doesn't mean don't click the link above to find out just how powerful P-R-I-N-C-E is...

matmd in and out of pants through the summer

Physical Exertion?

80's ain't nothing

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For those of you who didn't grow up in a damn barn, Puissance is this well established but bizarre off-shoot  discipline in the show-jumping world.  Instead of having to jump anywhere from 8 to 14 fences quickly, cleanly and all of that, there maybe two to four fences set up in a ring around one ENORMOUS fence - point being clearing the big momma.  Most riders hit up one fence to focus their horse before charging what resembles, (because it is), a 7' foot brick wall - no time-stake jump-offs here, all you gotta do is clear it.

This is what is looks like when it goes wrong:

Alright, so the brick is made out of plastic, but show me an x-gamer who'd be able to sit on this beast and get up and over.  This horse and her rider are both 7 feet of badass  ---

I like Julian Assange's style.  He's the only gal in the room.  Success for the subversive media guru.  So what if he maybe tapped it with couple of girls crying "no," with moves like this, I bet its' all smoke and mirrors anyhow.  DancersDon'tDopeDames.

someone, blind me.  

Misconception:  Guide Horses are not trained to the same level as a guide dog

All Guide horses learn exactly the same behaviors as a guide dog, and the GHF spent several years carefully developing and refining the training program. All Guide Horses must demonstrate 100% proficiency at keeping their handler safe in chaotic traffic, and no Guide Horse is placed until their handler can confidently place their life in its control.  Guide Horses have proven to be exceptionally talented in keeping their handler safe in traffic, partially because their 350 degree range of vision allows them to see traffic in all directions at the same time.  (http://guidehorse.org/misconceptions.htm)

...that horse isn't wearing shoes, he's wearing sneakers...kicks.  Fly. Little. Pony. 

457 is on the market.  This means there are middle aged crazy bird real estate women (always, always wearing a ferocious shade of magenta lipstick and sweater set) showing up at my house to kick me outtta there while they show it to family unit x pretty regularly.  Since I'm a (touch) stranded at the moment, I went for a joy ride with Jojo ... to the Easton Cemetery ... to see when the oldest headstone was from (1738) ... REAL ESTATE IS NO JOKE

nb - below musing / theory? holier than the Pope's Swiss cheese

 sitting down watching this fine '98 gem with angelhair when her good friend and LA compatriot, nick maya (word nick maya, referencing of your presence shall always be a first and last name kind of occasion), showed up.  At the end of the opening credits the screen fades to black and a quote fades in which reads, 

    ... 

"One day, men will look back and say I gave birth to the twentieth century..."  

                                                      - 

, 1888

....

To which Nick Maya has one thing to say:  

"...he was just next level on everything," in a tone of voice that had a certain amount of profound awe staggered throughout.  

WHAT!?!!  my mind just blew up.  YOURE RIGHT!  this is about to be a whole lot of excitement over a itty-bitty factoid - so you know, keep that grain of salt on your plates y'all.

What if Jack the Ripper was the Barrack & Roller of London's foggy alley age?  The Gaga of ghoulish madmen?  

In all fairness, J the R was probably definitely  an aristocrat and was stamping down on some serious societal constructs - sadistically yes, but stamping.  He killed whores in entirely overzealous ways (please, the bitch is DEAD, you don't need her organs too - see, that was the problem with the upper echelon of society - needy greedy dandies don't know when to quit) in a top hat and cape, pissed off everyone, and got away with it scot free with everyone and their horses or hounds scratching their heads obsessively trying to put the pieces together and/or infiltrate societal circles deeply enough to access his person.  ...So, in a sense, Jack the Ripper is Lady Gaga - maybe, just like male pattern baldness, his genius jumped a generation and landed in a meat dress on a blonde girl who was confusing, maddening, and enthralling a whole lot of people while laughing all the way to the bank  ...