Do ya ever just get completely overwhelmed with email and have no idea what to do about it? It's been that way for me for at least 2 years. I'm so backed up and owe so many people emails, but it seems so daunting. So I tend to run from the fact, but the longer I wait, the worse it gets. Many times, I've comtemplated just deleting most of it and starting anew, but then I start reading a few of them and think, "No, better save that one... ohhh...better save that one too...", and that keeps going on until I've only managed to delete a grand total of 3, out of 200. Then I start to get annoyed when people ask me where I've been in the groups, or why I haven't emailed them in the past two days. Gosh, gimme a chance! I've all but stopped posting in the Yahoo groups any more. There's about 5, tops, that I'm still active in (I think I'm a member of about 95)...
*siiiiiiigh* It'll never end. And my recent DSL problems have only made matters worse. Gosh, we quit Comcast's cable to escape from this crap! I think I've finally fixed the problem, though. I sure hope so, anyway. It seems we've been cursed with connection problems since the day we got the danged computer. Curséd be the connections! That sounded strangely poetic...
Back to the previous subject, I guess I'll have to start "spring cleaning" my inbox. I should do so with the comupter itself also, as well as my HUGE folder of favorite links - I haven't categorized those in Lord knows how long and the main folder is getting....unmanagable. Oh gosh, I'll have to actually start writing emails too. It's the worst when I get LONG emails, I tend to wait even longer for those. It's weird, Tree said something like this once and I felt the same way. The longer you wait to reply to a person's email... the more you seem to like them. Yeah I know it's weird, but it's the truth!
And I tell you, it's not like this only with the computer/email, either. Sometimes (usually whilst PMSing, which I'm probably doing right now), I get so frusterated with the sheer amount of stuff in this house that I just wanna get rid of everything. Then I get all emotional because I know it's impossible. Whenever I go through my room, even though I know I could probably throw away half the stuff in my closet, I just can't do it. Then, I get flustered and almost start to cry, (I know that doesn't quite sound like me - allow me to reiterate that it only happens whilst PMSing!! I have no control, I swear. Otherwise I rarely cry. ...Hey shuttup! I have an image to maintain, here!!), because I don't know where to start.
Oh, the trials of life. LOL. This will pass once the PMS passes. And, once again, the bulging closets, over-flowing inbox, and stuffed computer folders will no longer bother me.
Lately I've been obsessed with Back to the Future, an old favorite of mine. I did the math last night and figured that I've had a crush on Christopher Lloyd as "Doc" Emmett Brown since I was about 3 or 4 years old. Over 15 years; talk about a long-running one! Of course, I like him a bit differently nowthan I did back then... but anyway.
It all started when we used to drive up to Tennessee every year. We'd stop at quite a few of the rest areas and Cracker Barrels along the highway in Florida and southern Georgia, whether to eat or use the bathroom, and I'd always pick up a brochure for Universal Studios. Every time! I dunno why I felt I had to collect them (they were all the same thing), I just really liked the guy pictured on the front, with the crazy white hair. Even though I had no idea who he was, I had a crush on him just from that picture. (This was before I'd seen the movies). Sometimes Mom and Dad would find up to 30 Universal brochures stuffed in the back seat pocket when we got home. Heh. Of course they'd tell me I could only keep one or two. Pffft.
I remember that I always got mixed up and thought Doc was from Twilight Zone or something (until I saw BTTF for the first time). Well in the past 6 months I've fallen in love with the BTTF movies all over again. Seriously, we've watched all three at least 7 times in these past months, whether on TV or DVD. So now, I'm crushing on the Doc once again. I'm sure a lot of my friends think I'm nuts, but hey - I have a tendancy to like the eccentric ones... By the way, I'm downloading all three BTTF movies... WHY, you ask?!?! Well, I don't rightly know - I already got 'em all on DVD. Maybe I'd just like to listen to them sometimes while I'm doing other crap on the computer, huh?? You got a problem with that?!
I recently went through a drawer in my room and found one of those old brochures with Doc on the front; I couldn't believe I still had it (Universal's brochures are much different today). I sent A.E. a long rambling email about Doc along with this scan of the brochure, and she replied, "It's those old-loves refound that are the best... :o)" You ain't kiddin'! 15 years later... So yeah, I love Doc Brown. I mean, I still love him. But don't worry!! Rickey's still # 1 - Doc is just the "secondary", as I call it. Rickey's the primary and there's usually a secondary guy that I'm crushing on. Hey, you've gotta have backup! Anyway, here's the brochure front:
And for no particular reason at all, this-here is my favorite picture of the Doc:
Oh, in other news, somebody tried to break into our house today around noon. Actually, now that it's past 3AM, I guess it'd be considered yesterday. Lovely, eh? I'd been up all night, of course, and had finally gone to bed at about 9AM this morning. All of the sudden, I'm woken by the sound of my aunt banging on my window, trying to wake me up. (Everybody knows I "sleep in", and that I wear earplugs because I'm such a light sleeper. Guess that's why I didn't hear anything). I open the door to my aunt, and holy crap there's 2 or 3 cop cars out there! At first I thought maybe something had happened to Dad and got a bit of a bad feeling... but then my aunt told me what happened. I guess it was just totally random - a tall, bald black guy saw that our car wasn't there, knocked on the door to see if anybody was home (I obviously didn't hear him), then when nobody answered, tried to get in the front door with a screwdriver. Now, I KNOW he wouldn't have been able to get in - Dad's a carpenter and knows everything about doors; you can believe that our door is a bit more "fortified" than a normal front door.
I have no absolute clue who called the cops, but I guess the guy took off and jumped over a couple of our fences in our backyard and a neighbor's yard. I don't know what all happened, but they must've caught him on the other side of the block. I let the cops through the house and they went out back and climbed over the fence to the neighbor's back yard to retrieve a backpack the man had lost whilst running. Then, one of the cops (who was really cute) got my name, number, and address and asked me to come out and just look at the guy and say, "I don't know who he is and he's not supposed to be here.", so I did, and that's all they needed.
Oh, did I mention I was home alone? Not to mention asleep... It's probably for the better though. Had Dad been home, I have no doubt he'd have shot the guy. (But then again, if he were home, this probably wouldn't have happened at all). Laws in Florida now state that if you feel threatened, you can shoot. And, if I had been awake, I might have shot the guy myself, which wouldn't have been good... Well, Dad came home and fixed the door and made both the front and back doors even more fortified with those metal edges that prevent screwdrivers from being able to be stuck in the side. I can't remember what they're called. He also put some metal strips around the jalousies of the windows out back so that they couldn't be taken apart (even though we can't open the windows now, but we never do anyway).
This afternoon, Dad came up to me and very, very seriously told me, "I want you to have a gun near your bed. Just in case. You can choose which one you want." I now have a .357 in my room, but I'm not saying where it's at. I will say that it's a very nice compliment to the 7-inch bayonet and the brass knuckles, and I'll rest easier tonight.
It sure has been an interesting day. Another thing for me to complain about is that my DSL modem is still being a little bastard. I think I now know what a couple of the problems are, thanks to Tree! It's connected at the moment (yay!), but who knows for how long. Gosh, a couple days ago, it disconnected at least ten times in 15 minutes. I reset it every time - sometimes it would reconnect, other times it would just sit there and taunt me, daring me to try to kill it. Piece of crap. I'm so FED UP with this danged thing, I cannot wait to resolve this blasted problem. Why is it that internet companies always send you THE crappiest modems available?
Let's see, what else is happenin'... The Hollyweirdos are nuts!!!. Oh and King Kong is finally out on DVD!!! Paddy told me to pre-order it on Amazon.com, sure hope it gets here soon. I got the special two-disk version, heh heh heh. That reminds me, Jack Black is hosting Nickelodeon's Kids' Coice Awards and did this crazy commercial for it. The video in the link is actually a video-camera recording of a TV itself, and the picture is a few seconds off from the audio, but it'll still give you an idea of what it is. I don't know why but it really makes me laugh - I turn the volume up every time it's on. By the by, the best part of King Kong had to be the T-rexes in the vines. How COOL was that?!?! I love the one with the buck teeth... Maybe I'll try to draw him some day. OHHH, and I recognized the German ship captain as the guy who played the German U-boat commander on U-571. Dang-I'm-good.
Hmm.... oh yes, the essay. Over 2 months ago, I asked a friend to help me with the essay I'm supposed to send in for my diploma. I was hoping to get it sent out before my 20th, but he hasn't helped me yet so I'm just going to send it like it is (I'm bad at sentence structure, but that's okay, it looks good to me). I have to pass at least 75% of the test to get the diploma, so I'm sure I'll probably get it whether the essay sucks or not. For after I get my diploma, I found a little job available online a couple days ago that I'll possibly be interested in. I found it on Yahoo's HotJobs - it's for a home typist. I type fast and enjoy it, so why not? You work at home, part-time or full-time, choose your own hours, get full online training (no experience required), and you can earn $300-$600 a week. The only requirements are a computer with internet and email access, good typing skills, basic internet knowledge, high-school education, and self-motivation. I'll work on that last one a bit.... This is only a possibility anyway. The job is strictly data entry for processing orders online - no phone work or telemarketing. So first I get the diploma, then I get this danged DSL fixed up right. Then... we'll see. Oh, and then I'll learn to drive. Hopefully I can save up for a downpayment on a big ol' truck...... heh. I'd better stop and not look too far ahead - first things first.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed that my new hatband will get here tomorrow!! I just can't wait to see it on the hat. I'm also watching an auction on eBay for a neon lamp in the shape of an electric guitar. They used to have them at Walgreens but I haven't seen one in a very long time, and Paddy and I look for them every time we're there. Not sure where I would put it, but I'll find a spot. Maybe above the computer monitor. I have a little sputnik-shaped, spinning fibre optic lamp there right now, but I can move that next to the fibre optic Christmas tree above the television I suppose...
Wowzers... that BBQ'd pulled pork is really working on me now, if ya know what I mean. On top of that, I have a painful zit on my scalp that I can't get to because I can't see it, and it's made a lymph node on my neck swell up and they both hurt REALLY BAD. I also whacked my elbow real hard on Dad's headboard... gonna have a huge bruise there!
One last thing - I now have a lovely picture of Ronnie Van Zant next to my bed (right below Neal McDonough and Tom Hanks). There used to be a little shelf thing there, but I kept knocking it off the wall in my sleep, so I decided to just hang a picture there instead.
Well now I do believe that's about it. I wonder if anybody'll read this whole thing... holy cats... I didn't intend for it to get so long, it just sorta ...happened...
This tin sign is a copy of a real advertisement, probably from the '40s or '50s. It's on the wall in our dining room, and I was just looking at it tonight and thought, "Ain't that pretty? I oughtta show my friends." I sure wish this cola was still around. I might've liked it even better than Dr Pepper! And the best thing about it? It never surrenders...! It's my favorite of our numerous tin signs and old advertisements.
I wanted to find out more about it, and did a search for "dixie cola", but only got results for Dixie Coca-Cola bottling plant, and I don't think it's the same thing. It's just a regular Coca-Cola plant that happens to be in Dixie, but it ain't Dixie Cola. I also did an image search for it and got this cute little advertisement (it was on a t-shirt site). I love the '40s style of it!
I got a new black straw cowgirl hat from Cracker Barrel while we were in Orlando - I'd forgotten to bring one and I needed it to shield my face from the sun on the second day. I had burned a bit on the first day. Besides that... I just wanted a new hat! I have a white one and a brown one (which is still my favorite), and now I've got a black one. It's a bit plain though. There's a TINY silver concho on the front with a strange little "sun" design that's way too... girly. It just needs to be spiced up a bit.
I went on eBay searching for hatbands and found several nice ones but ultimately decided on this one. It's leather and has 10 nickel-finished, 1-inch, Western "star" conchos on it. I found another one that I really liked made out of black and white python skin, but I really wanted the conchos. I also found an awesome band made out of Indian bonepipe beads, but again... I wanted the conchos. They say it'll look "Great on any hat!", and will also fit any hat, so I thought, what the hey! $15 even! And for a genuine leather hatband (with or without the awesome conchos), that's dirt cheap!
Here's a picture of a different hat (which I'm not very fond of, mine looks nothing like this) with the hatband on it, as well as a closeup of the hatband by itself.
My straw hat is very similar to this one (I couldn't find a picture of mine), except that the straw weave isn't as pronounced (it looks smoother).
Green tea sure makes for some STINKY craps! Worse than usual, that is. It made me think of something I did a very, very time ago. Mom had an old little E-Z seal Mason jar filled with Great Northern beans - you know, the ones that look like lima beans, except they're white? Well they were for decoration and Lord knows how old they were.
I was a stupid little kid and decided I was gonna eat one. Raw. Just to say I did it, and see how it tasted. Oh my gosh, it was absolutely terrible. I chewed it up and washed it down with 14 gallons of water or juice real quick, and I told myself I'd never do it again. Then my stomach started to hurt, and not TEN MINUTES later, I was on the toilet dumping my living guts out (better yet, while my poor Mom was in the shower - I just couldn't wait! We only have one bathroom). It smelled VERY strongly of those beans, and my craps continued to smell like that for the next week. All that from ONE, half-inch-long BEAN. The smell of those beans just permeated my nose and was stuck there for the longest time. I can still remember that smell even though it's been well over ten years.
I think, years later, my sister eventually dropped and broke that jar while she was dusting, scattering the beans all over the place. I feel bad the jar broke, I love the jars and now have quite a few in my room, but it was great to finally get rid of those danged beans, as I was reminded of that day every time I saw them. Hey maybe they were bad since they're "Northern" beans? YANKEE BEANS!!!!!!!!!! Heh.
Am I the only one who is SO danged sick and tired of that STUPID, retarded, blasted Geico lizard?? Now it TALKS!! I hate that thing so much, I just want to vomit every time I see it. Now they have it talking with an Australian accent. Which, don't get me wrong, I LOVE Australians and their accents (especially with the guys *wink wink*), but this stupid gecko talks too fast and slurs his words together and rambles ON and ON about Lord knows what and you never know what the crap he's talking about. What the heck kind of advertising is that?
I might as well listen to an elephant speak German, then see a logo flashed before my eyes and that's that. If hadn't already known that Geico is an insurance company, I'd have never known what it was by these stupid commercials alone. I remember when Geico used to have the funniest and cutest commercials that I always looked forward to - what happened to those? Now it's a talking lizard and those retarded cavemen. Oh, don't get me started on the cavemen...
I've been holding this in for a long time, I needed to vent. Danged lizard...
New Photoshop-tracing! He's a Suchomimus, related to Baryonyx and the largest predator ever, Spinosaurus. Suchomimus and Baryonyx were probably mainly fish-eaters (hence the strange jaws and teeth) and had claws up to 15 inches in length (measured on the outer curve of the claw). I remember reading about Suchomimus in the paper when it was first found, and I remembered this awesome painting being with the story, so I searched around online until I found it. I got the original photo here, on a page with a lovely article about the discovery of Suchomimus.
A couple months ago, I was sitting at the computer and heard all this incredible thrashing noise outside the window. The awnings in here are down, so I ran outside to see what it was and saw this GINORMOUS BEAST sitting in the front yard. It was an iguana, no doubt an escaped pet, and apparently it had climbed over our wood fence. It was at least 4 feet long with 3-inch spines along its neck and spine. Every time I came into view, he'd freeze and not move a muscle. Then I'd hide behind the bushes and he'd continue to creep slowly along... he walked across the road, went up a neighbor's driveway, and disappeared down the side of their house - never to be seen again.
I sent the photo to the gals and A.E. replied, "Holy crap!! That there looks like some darned good eatin'."
I am having an all-too-unhappy time. I ate something last night that didn't sit with me well, therefore my stomach is terribly upset and giving me sharp pains. Although, on the other hand, I seem to be very constipated and cannot get anything out in order to provide relief to the upsettédness. So it's all just sitting there gurgling in its own state of euphoria, taunting me and trying to act as if my suffering has not been noticed.
I do not know if it was the BBQ'd wings, interesting tater salad, or the runnier-than-normal key lime pie... Luckily for me, thanks to Josée's birthday gift, I now have new reading material for the doubtless hours I'll be spending in the "watercloset" today!
I've made a bottlecap for Daft & Demented Brands Cola, a very fierce dinosaur who will show no mercy and eat us all, and a new wallpaper of Jerry Reed who I'm once again crushin' on. I had a lovely dream about him as "Snowman" the other night but I can't remember one bit of it and I'm very depressed about that. I might need to go to therapy. I guess I'll add all this crap to the website also, but you haven't got to go there too since I'm putting it here. Unless you really wanted to. Right, I'd better run now, Dukes of Hazzard is on and I don't wanna miss Rosco!
We just got home from Orlando a few hours ago, I'm SO DANGED TIRED and my feet are killlllllllling me. But we had fun. We stayed at Caroline's place and I slept on the couch, Dad was on the floor on a blow-up mattress next to me, and Darrell got the bedroom. The first night was AWFUL for me because I wasn't used to going to bed that early (even though I got 2 hours of sleep the night before we left), the couch was a bit firm and about five inches shorter than would be comfortable, and her apartment is literally 50 feet from the train tracks (maybe a little more. Heck, maybe a little less). I think 6 or 7 trains went by the first night, I lost count.
On the first day, we drove up, had a BBQ lunch with Caroline and her boyfriend, then Dad built a wooden table for her business. Then we had dinner at Bennigan's and went back to her apartment.
We went to Universal Studios the second day and I was reeeeeeeally really stoked to go on the Back to the Future ride again, seeing as I'm in love with those movies once more. That's one of the things that stands out from the trip for me. The ride itself isn't the best there, but it really is cute and fun. And there's... lots of footage of the Doc, shot especially for the ride. Heh. Yeah, he was the main reason I had to go on it. In the BTTF store, I found a Dukes of Hazzard shirt on sale with the entire cast and the General Lee on it (dunno why THAT was there? I guess it was because of the car? They sold stuff from other movies and shows that had cool cars in them), and an old-fashioned blue t-shirt with "weathered" graphics that has the DeLorean on it and says "Take me.... Back To The Future, Universal Studios". Also got a little diecast model of the DeLorean....it's so adorable. It's about 7 inches long, both doors open, and it's very detailed. The little flux capacitor is in there with the time circuts, and Mr. Fusion is even on the back! Some guy was walking around near the outside of the ride dressed up and acting like Doc Brown but he didn't look enough like him for me to go nuts, and, the hair was terribly fake. They played ZZ Top's "Double Back" while we were waiting in line, that was nice. We rocked out.
Not far from the E.T. ride, we saw two people dressed like Zorro and Elena. Dad and Darrell were drooling over the gal (she WAS gorgeous, methinks prettier than Catherine Zeta-Jones), and I almost went nuts over the guy. He touched the brim of his hat at me and greeted me in a really sexy voice saying something romantic in Spanish. Then he offered me his arm and I had Caroline take my picture with them with the cell phone, but it turned out really dark and blurry - our facial features aren't very distinguishable. I saw Zorro again tonight - he was in the crowd and walked by. I was about to grab him and plant one on him before he could react but I chickened out.
Let's see... All the other rides were awesome as ever. Twister will always be a favorite, as well as Terminator 3D and The Mummy. Oh my gosh, there was this guy that worked at The Mummy ride that was cracking me up so bad. He leaned over me to make sure Caroline's lap-bar was secure and did this mummy roar at her as he did so. I started laughing SO hard, it was so random and out of the blue! I was like, "Do it again!" but he just glared at me and walked away (but you knew he was being like that on purpose). Then, as the ride car started moving forward, he ran up along the side and did it at me again and made me jump halfway out of the seat. We saw him again today and he was making that noise to people waiting in line - scared the socks off of one girl. I was laughing like an idiot.
At the end of the second day we went back to the apartment and got settled in for the evening. Darrell was watching TV and found that Saving Private Ryan was on. I went in the bathroom and took a shower, and when I came out........ I found Dad and Darrell in bed together watching the movie. Omg. I just stood there in shock then started laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. I know they're not....yeah, like that, and I knew Dad just wanted to watch the movie (it's one of our favorites) and that there was nowhere else to sit in the room, but.......still. Heh. Dad and Darrell. In bed together. I wish I'd thought to take a picture of it, but they'd have killed me!
Third day....um....that's today, we had breakfast at Cracker Barrel and headed on over to Islands of Adventure. Went on most of the rides and shows there, had a great time. We went on Jurassic Park - it was really great this time because we hadn't gone on it the previous two times we were up there because it was chilly out and some people (Prancing Paddy) are too scared to get a little bit wet when it's in the 60s out. Ha. Anyway, since we hadn't been on it in so long, it was really awesome. There's a show in the park called "Poseidon's Fury" that has to do with Greek mythology and whatnot, it's REALLY cool. The guide guy led us all into one room and warned us, "...but don't touchanything, Doctor So-And-So warned us that anything could be booby-trapped!!" So I strode up to him and touched him in the arm and waited for something to happen. He stared at me for a moment and said, "Ohhhhhh no, we'll have to watch out for this one!!"
We pretty much did everything at Islands by 4 in the afternoon and decided to go back to Universal for a bit. Went on Twister, The Mummy, Men in Black, and Terminator again. Happy times are these. Oh I forgot to say, I'd been constipated for a few days and we had dinner at Cracker Barrel (we went three times in two days) on the second day (confused yet?), and I ordered this awesome chili salad in hopes it would.... get the clog out. And let me tell you, it sure did. I was fartin' all night and today. Still feeling the effects of them beans!! Sure was good though... I felt the need to mention that. I mean, you know, it's good to talk about things and let it all out once in a while. Hey have you ever farted so hard your back cracked?
Right-o then, I'm off to bed now. I'm utterly pooped and the screen is getting blurry and I think I hear Josée's wolves howling at me... Good gosh, I have at least 200 emails to catch up on. All this in THREE. DAYS. Sheesh. Michael, I'll be emailing you!! And I'll respond to your comments tomorrow or the day after.... falling asleep here....
I'm so happy I got my DeLorean. I'm seriously stoked about it, I just love it! Now I need to get a General Lee, and the Bandit's Trans Am, then I'm all set. All right, seriously, going to sleep now. NO WAIT. I almost forgot!! The picture of Rickey that I mentioned a couple posts back? I came home to it sitting in the mailbox tonight. He's gorgeous... can't wait to scan it and no doubt make a wallpaper of it.
I got this from somebody else's blog a while back and don't remember who it was, but that's irrevelant! I thought it'd be fun to fill out, so here goes:
A: Alabama, Allman Brothers B: Blackfoot, Bo Bice, Brooks & Dunn, Big & Rich C: Creedence Clearwater Revival, Cream D: Charlie Daniels E: Elvis, The Eagles, Sara Evans, EvansCapps F: Flatt & Scruggs G: Steve Gaines, Benny Goodman H: Hank Jr. I:[none] J: Waylon Jennings K: Toby Keith L: Lynyrd Skynyrd, Little Big Town, Lonestar, Lúnasa M: Molly Hatchet, Rick Medlocke, Marshall Tucker, Montgomery Gentry, Glenn Miller N:[none] O: The Outlaws P: Brad Paisley, Edith Piaf Q:[none] R: The Rossington-Collins Band, The Renegades of Southern Rock S: Ray Scott, Shantalla T: .38 Special, George Thorogood U: Keith Urban V: Van Zant, Johnny Van Zant, Jimmie Van Zant W: Gretchen Wilson, John Williams, The Who X:[none] Y: Dwight Yoakam Z: ZZ Top, Hans Zimmer
I just sent A.E. a very long email about this but I had to post it here too..... omg. Okay, so here's the thing. I usually search eBay for "medlocke" almost every day just to see if anything new pops up. I just did so, and all the usual stuff appeared, and then..... it happened. I found this HAWT picture of T3H RIKAY HAWTNAS from I believe 1993, or 1994. So he's about 44 here. I know this because it was taken the same day as the photo on the back of his 1994 album, After the Reign.
And he's... barefoot.
It's funny I found this now, because just this afternoon (for the first time??), I asked myself, "Why don't I have any pictures of Rickey in here?" I have two of Johnny and Donnie, one of the current Lynyrd Skynyrd, and a collage of the original band. But none of Rickey - what the crap?? I know I could just print out a picture of him (one of the hundreds, no wait, thousands that I already have), but my printer is acting up (I swear this thing is possessed), and besides that, I've never seen this picture before and I really, really like it. Below is actually a picture of the picture and isn't that great quality, but.....yeah. So here I am at 2AM drooling over Rickey whilst eating Cheez-its (the two don't mix very well) and I'm about to pee in my pants (I've been holding it for over an hour) so I'd better cut this short, or I could go on about Rick for hooooooooours.....
A few days ago, I found this awesome Photoshop brush in the shape of the USAAF emblem, which looks like it was taken right off the side of an old airplane. I just love this brush and had to use it for something. So while I was going through all my pinups thinking maybe to use one of them with it, I found this pretty little Varga Girl with her arms spread out as if she's flying. A.E. had sent it to me a while back, and back then I had searched around online and found out what airplane it had been on. But since then... I'd forgotten.
This pinup is also on a poster in my room of a P-51 Mustang called Lady Jo. She's just on the background of the poster, the airplane itself doesn't have the pinup on it. I did remember that the pinup was most likely on the side of a B-24, so I did an image search for "vargas b-24" or something like that. A B-24 bomb group site came up with a small page devoted to their nose art; there were three pages of Varga Girls on it, and lo and behold, there she was!! Dang I'm good. She was actually on three B-24s called Heavenly Body.
So I did an image search for "heavenly body". A bunch of random images came up, including more than a few nekkid women, but on the third page was a picture of a B-25. Was Heavenly Body a B-25 also? I did a search for "heavenly body b-25" and found that she was!! I then decided: I'm going to make a wallpaper out of the Varga Girl and the cool USAAF Photoshop brush and the B-25. I toyed with a few designs before deciding to put the airplane's silhouette against a sunset background with the emblem and pinup in the center. I put the airplane's nose art text on the top right, but I then noticed that the bottom left corner looked very lonely and bland. So I studied pictures of the bomber before deciding to put the bombs there (they were also painted on the nose). Each bomb signifies a bombing mission. After adding the bombs (heh), I flattened all the layers and messed with the color levels for a bit - two and a half hours later, SHE'S DONE!!
Besides the nose art, I learned a bit about the airplane itself. The airplane that is the nowaday Heavenly Body is a B-25J that remained stateside and was never used overseas during World War II, but did remain in service as a TB-25J multi-engine advance trainer for military pilots until 1958. She is currently painted in olive and gray, with the markings and nose art of the originalHeavenly Body of the 390th Squadron, 42nd Bomb Group "Crusaders", 13th Air Force, which saw action in the South Pacific theater during World War II.
A bit more about this plane (the modern one): "In April 1992, Heavenly Body was the first B-25 in fifty years to fly from the deck of an aircraft carrier, the U.S.S. Ranger in San Diego Bay. That event was to commemorate the fiftieth anniversary of then, Lt. Col. James Doolittle's, flight of sixteen B-25 aircraft from the navy carrier, U.S.S. Hornet (CV-8), on April 18, 1942 to bomb Japan in retaliation for that country's attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941."
Wow, and so close to the last one! I ain't complaining. This one started out in my bedroom (I wish it was going where I know you think it's gonna go, but it ain't).
Two burglars were trying to break down my bedroom door (I think they were Brooks and Dunn) and I was doing everything I could to hold them off, when I decided I might as well just use my vaporized chloroform on them. So I let go of the door and as they burst in, I blew some in their faces and they both fell to the floor unconcious. That's when Johnny and Donnie showed up (I'd been screaming for them to help me, but I'm not sure how they heard me all the way from Jacksonville, or, how they got there so fast).
I asked them to give me a hand and put handcuffs on the burglars (which may or may not have been Brooks and Dunn) and they replied that they didn't have handcuffs with them. I lit into them wondering why the heck wouldn't they have handcuffs on them at all times?! So after I had ran outside to the utility room and found a couple pairs made out of cardboard and brought them in to put on the burglars (perhaps Brooks and Dunn), we noticed that one of them wasn't breathing. Donnie started doing CPR on him, while I was just watching Donnie and touching his hair and Johnny was just standing by the front door doing absolutely nothing except looking hot.
We couldn't revive the burglar (which could've been either Brooks or Dunn, or maybe neither), and the other one was still out like a light. Then the cops arrived (Johnny must've called them while I was enthralled by Donnie's hair) and commended us on the capture of these terrible criminals. Then Johnny, Donnie, Daisy Duke and myself all went out to TGI Friday's to celebrate. Sometime during our celebration, the cops came back and arrested me and Johnny saying they had to charge somebody for the murder of the burglar (which may or may not have been Brooks or Dunn). They threw me and Johnny in jail, the bastards. I'm not sure where Donnie was during all of this, but I remember seeing him hanging around. And Daisy just sort of disappeared. Maybe she was still at Friday's waiting for us to come back.
After a while in the jail cell, Johnny and I had gotten quite close.......heh..... (he has very nice hair also, by the way). We decided that we couldn't stay in jail for something we did in self defense, and we didn't even intend to kill the guy (which could possibly have been Brooks or Dunn), so, we were gonna bust out. The jail cell looked more like an office, and we went up into the ceiling (like how they got away from the Velociraptors on Jurassic Park) and escaped out of the jail through a large vent on the side of the building, which was about two stories off the ground.
We climbed down a large tree and commandeered a van that was sitting outside and told the owner of it to scram (he looked like the head guy of "The Good Ol' Boys" on The Blues Brothers). He really got mad at us but we decided to have a truce (I can't remember what was said), so Johnny and I sped off in this beat up van. It was gray inside and there were a bunch of Band of Brothers decals all over the dash board.
We then heard somebody's voice over the CB (maybe it was Daisy?) and they started giving us coordinates for a place that was "safe". Johnny was driving and I was navigating and we finally found that the coordinates landed right on a certain parking spot next to a tree in front of a small strip-mall downtown. So we parked, got out, hugged each other saying things like, "We did it!!" and then....... it ended. I seem to recall seeing Donnie again, but the end was a bit foggy. He might've met us at the parking spot, I'm not sure. The moment I woke up I said, "Holy cats. Another dream about 'em, would you believe that!!"
I sure hope it don't end here! These aren't the only cool dreams I've been having. I think it's because I've had a stiff neck for the past week and have been taking ibuprophen almost every night before going to bed. That stuff never fails to give me the most complicated and interesting dreams.