...A fals-fals-fals-falsity.

I should have posted this sooner.
Much, much sooner.
Turns out that Wednesday - this past Wednesday was the anniversary of the release of a certain movie that just happens to be quite possibly my favorite movie of ALL time.
That movie?

Psycho.

Yes, the Master of Suspense's (quite arguably) best film was shown in movie theatres across the nation 50 years ago, changing the way movies would be depicted from there on out.

And then, 27 years later, I developed a certain type of obsession for Norman and the Bates Motel. Blame the lit/film class I took. Blame the professor for making us dissect the film frame by frame for each and every little message that Hitchcock was trying to convey through lighting, camera angles, authority and society.

Ah, the infamous shower scene,
that title sequence,
the soundtrack!
...and the way Norman Bates cracks on that candy corn.

I love all of it.

In conclusion, the viewing of this film started my odd fascination for characters and situations that veer in the direction of a slight, subtle creepiness that you just can't quite figure out, but you're instinct tells you that something just doesn't add up.
And as much as I love explosions and blood, I'd take Hitchcock's pyschological thrillers over any of these so-called action films anyday.

Cheers.

Hippin' that hop.

First of all, how does this video not make you happy?


Secondly, I started taking hip hop dance classes again! After a lonnnng 3 year hiatus (not counting random dance classes through RecSports) I decided to resume my affair with the original love of my life. So, after sitting antsy one day with caffeine running through my veins, I went over to Ballet Austin and signed up for Intermediate Hip-Hop with Shepard.
Shepard is a white guy and new instructor for the company who clearly has Justin Timberlake as his idol complete with fedora, white t-shirt and awesome jeans that give the right amount of stretch. He taught us a little routine to this song right hurr by Nicki Minaj (who I'd never heard of til that day, but apparently is the cool, new thing) amongst other dancers, including a guy who looked around 55 years old. It's true.


Ah, you have no idea how happy I am. I can't wait to go back.
Is it weird I want a pair of Nike's now?

I Want to See the Seas.

I love everything having to do with Dublin.
Dublin the city in Ireland.
The Temple Bar area in Dublin,
Oscar Wilde hailing from Dublin.
The fact that Kate Nash is from Dublin,
And Dublin Dr. Pepper...of course, ignoring the fact that the Dublin in this case is in Texas. ;)

Nevertheless, one day I will go.
So I'm going to start saving up all the monies from now on. Well, not all of it, but bits and pieces here and there. You have to start somewhere, right?

Shout out to Mr. Wilde.