And with that, it ends.
This will be my last post on "A Pretty Song for a Girl with a Dangerous Name".
I had a good run, almost a year before I was discovered by people I knew and saw socially. I don't know how to explain it, but I really thought I could have a blog that was equal parts diary, confessional, and random going out posts without being found out. I'm really going to miss this blog as I poured my heart out many times and now that I know that the things I've written here might be talked about by people who have no business doing so, I have to leave. I just want to be able to write unencumbered.
Anyway, I've gone through and taken down anything I mind random people I know from clubs/events reading so I can leave this site up (LONG LIVE THE BAG OF VAGINAS!!!), but I'll no longer post here. I'm in the process of contacting those of you that I have contact information for to direct you to my new blog. Just because I have to go underground does not mean we have to lose touch.
Besides, you'd miss my craziness if it wasn't there to greet you, fresh as a Pilsbury Crescent Roll.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Another one bites the dust...
Sorry for the second post, but an issue has come up that I must address immediately.
The Tornado Alley RollerGirls have requested removal of yet another post, this one with the family's version of events. I am doing so as this whole episode has taken my blog in a direction it was never supposed to go.
I started this blog as a chronicle of my daily events and moods and it has turned into something else over the last week. Frankly, I'm over it. I never intended to get in the middle of anything having to do with any kind of drama, but now that I'm there I find it advantageous to simply remove myself from the situation.
I'd like to make clear that I was asked to remove the post so that a clean end can come for both the family and TARG. It was done in a professional and nice way, with an offer of both sides of the story once a resolution has been reached. Since this blog is about my life and not Roller Derby I have refused this very kind offer. Please note that in no way am I upset with either the family or organization.
I can say that now that my blog has become known in my community I'm considering starting over from scratch as I never intended for it to be read by those in the metro area. It will simply cause too much self censorship, which kind of kills the entire point of the blog. If I do start over I'll have another one that takes it's place immediately (less my name and any technorati tags), and I'll make sure that those of you who are my friends know where I'm at. I enjoy you all too much to lose you.
I know that someone who publishes daily accounts from their life doesn't really have an expectation of privacy, but now that people I see in real life know about it it makes me want to throw a wall up. I've written about things here that I have not told anyone except my sister and now that my quasi-anonymity is blown I don't feel safe anymore. It totally sucks that something I love so much could be gone so quickly, and for something as insane as writing about frigging roller derby.
So in the end, my apologies to everyone in the OKC Metro area who may have been affected by anything I wrote or didn't write here regarding the night at the derby. Trust me, it'll never happen again.
Retractions Apologies
The Tornado Alley RollerGirls have requested removal of yet another post, this one with the family's version of events. I am doing so as this whole episode has taken my blog in a direction it was never supposed to go.
I started this blog as a chronicle of my daily events and moods and it has turned into something else over the last week. Frankly, I'm over it. I never intended to get in the middle of anything having to do with any kind of drama, but now that I'm there I find it advantageous to simply remove myself from the situation.
I'd like to make clear that I was asked to remove the post so that a clean end can come for both the family and TARG. It was done in a professional and nice way, with an offer of both sides of the story once a resolution has been reached. Since this blog is about my life and not Roller Derby I have refused this very kind offer. Please note that in no way am I upset with either the family or organization.
I can say that now that my blog has become known in my community I'm considering starting over from scratch as I never intended for it to be read by those in the metro area. It will simply cause too much self censorship, which kind of kills the entire point of the blog. If I do start over I'll have another one that takes it's place immediately (less my name and any technorati tags), and I'll make sure that those of you who are my friends know where I'm at. I enjoy you all too much to lose you.
I know that someone who publishes daily accounts from their life doesn't really have an expectation of privacy, but now that people I see in real life know about it it makes me want to throw a wall up. I've written about things here that I have not told anyone except my sister and now that my quasi-anonymity is blown I don't feel safe anymore. It totally sucks that something I love so much could be gone so quickly, and for something as insane as writing about frigging roller derby.
So in the end, my apologies to everyone in the OKC Metro area who may have been affected by anything I wrote or didn't write here regarding the night at the derby. Trust me, it'll never happen again.
Retractions Apologies
Can't be king of the world if you're slave to the grind...
*Spoiler warning! Grindhouse details follow with a lot of excalamation points.*
Holy crap Grindhouse was great! I've always been a huge fan of both Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez, but this by far exceeded my expectations.
First up was Rodriguez' 'Planet Terror', a zombie movie which delivers exactly what the audience wants-a dead Fergie from The Black Eyed Peas. I was thoroughly impressed with both the script and the pace of the film. About ½ way through there was a 'missing' reel and the action jumps forward with unexplained action and a complete transformation of Freddie Rodriguez' (who's excellent, btw) character. To the films credit it was so well done that I wasn't the least bit annoyed by not knowing everything that happened. The violence was so over the top (think Naveen Andrews with his head literally shot in two) that after awhile it was almost an afterthought, allowing the audience to be completely drawn into the story. Rodriquez was spot on, capturing not only the tone but the ultimate fun that is a grindhouse movie. In my opinion this was the stronger of the two films, despite Rose McGowan's posturing. Plus it had Michael Biehn, which makes up for them allowing Tarantino to act again.
Tarantino followed with 'Death Proof' which, sadly, almost put me to sleep. The first third of the film meanders along to the point that I was wishing one of Rodriguez' zombies would reappear just so something would happen. The film turned on a dime when they finally got into the car.
Kurt Russell was AMAZING! I've always liked him as an actor, but his 'is he or isn't he' characterization of Stuntman Mike was stellar. I believed that a woman would get in his car without a second thought, and when he pulverized Rose McGowen (in a horrible blonde wig) simply by speeding up and slamming on his breaks I clapped.
When it moved on to his next conquest things really got interesting. The action was nonstop and was consistently ratcheted up. Tarantino had a beautiful shot that reminded me he used to be one of the great directors when Stuntman Mike's car goes off the road in a cloud of dust. You're sure that the car has flipped, but from behind the car reappears like something out of Spielberg's 'Duel'. Incredible.
And never fear, the dialogue was here! It was like vintage Tarantino, with the rapid fire syntax rolling off the actresses tongues like a long awaited high tide. Tarantino fans will have fun with the references to Big Kahuna Burger (!) and foot rubs. I'm so going to be saying "Whatever your however" from here on out. I also found it impossibly cool that these women came back from Stuntman Mike's assault to totally kick his ass. In the end I cheered.
The best part of the film had to be the fake trailers. Danny Trejo starred in the first one, "Machete", which captured perfectly everything that was wonderful about grindhouse films. Special appearance by Cheech Marin! Eli Roth (Hostel) turned in one of the funniest trailers, 'Thanksgiving', about a murderous modern day pilgrim. You'll never look at a meat thermometer the same way again. Rob Zombie directed my favorite trailer, "Werewolf Women of the S.S." I've got nothing to say about it because you simply have to see it to believe it. It's definitely Nicholas Cage's best role ever. Also high on my list was Edgar Wright's "Don't". It's great to see the promise he showed in 'Shaun of the Dead' is not only still there, but is blossoming. I laughed so hard I cried.
Overall it was a great ride. You could feel the absolute joy of both these men coming through almost every frame, and it's impossible not to get sucked in for the ride. Highly recommended, as long as you do not have a fear of blood, guts, and/or castration.
Grindhouse Quentin+Tarantino Robert+Rodriguez
Holy crap Grindhouse was great! I've always been a huge fan of both Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez, but this by far exceeded my expectations.
First up was Rodriguez' 'Planet Terror', a zombie movie which delivers exactly what the audience wants-a dead Fergie from The Black Eyed Peas. I was thoroughly impressed with both the script and the pace of the film. About ½ way through there was a 'missing' reel and the action jumps forward with unexplained action and a complete transformation of Freddie Rodriguez' (who's excellent, btw) character. To the films credit it was so well done that I wasn't the least bit annoyed by not knowing everything that happened. The violence was so over the top (think Naveen Andrews with his head literally shot in two) that after awhile it was almost an afterthought, allowing the audience to be completely drawn into the story. Rodriquez was spot on, capturing not only the tone but the ultimate fun that is a grindhouse movie. In my opinion this was the stronger of the two films, despite Rose McGowan's posturing. Plus it had Michael Biehn, which makes up for them allowing Tarantino to act again.
Tarantino followed with 'Death Proof' which, sadly, almost put me to sleep. The first third of the film meanders along to the point that I was wishing one of Rodriguez' zombies would reappear just so something would happen. The film turned on a dime when they finally got into the car.
Kurt Russell was AMAZING! I've always liked him as an actor, but his 'is he or isn't he' characterization of Stuntman Mike was stellar. I believed that a woman would get in his car without a second thought, and when he pulverized Rose McGowen (in a horrible blonde wig) simply by speeding up and slamming on his breaks I clapped.
When it moved on to his next conquest things really got interesting. The action was nonstop and was consistently ratcheted up. Tarantino had a beautiful shot that reminded me he used to be one of the great directors when Stuntman Mike's car goes off the road in a cloud of dust. You're sure that the car has flipped, but from behind the car reappears like something out of Spielberg's 'Duel'. Incredible.
And never fear, the dialogue was here! It was like vintage Tarantino, with the rapid fire syntax rolling off the actresses tongues like a long awaited high tide. Tarantino fans will have fun with the references to Big Kahuna Burger (!) and foot rubs. I'm so going to be saying "Whatever your however" from here on out. I also found it impossibly cool that these women came back from Stuntman Mike's assault to totally kick his ass. In the end I cheered.
The best part of the film had to be the fake trailers. Danny Trejo starred in the first one, "Machete", which captured perfectly everything that was wonderful about grindhouse films. Special appearance by Cheech Marin! Eli Roth (Hostel) turned in one of the funniest trailers, 'Thanksgiving', about a murderous modern day pilgrim. You'll never look at a meat thermometer the same way again. Rob Zombie directed my favorite trailer, "Werewolf Women of the S.S." I've got nothing to say about it because you simply have to see it to believe it. It's definitely Nicholas Cage's best role ever. Also high on my list was Edgar Wright's "Don't". It's great to see the promise he showed in 'Shaun of the Dead' is not only still there, but is blossoming. I laughed so hard I cried.
Overall it was a great ride. You could feel the absolute joy of both these men coming through almost every frame, and it's impossible not to get sucked in for the ride. Highly recommended, as long as you do not have a fear of blood, guts, and/or castration.
Grindhouse Quentin+Tarantino Robert+Rodriguez
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