tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159264352011-04-22T08:29:21.223+03:00I am a half kuwaiti/half american girl living in Kuwait. I am perpetually suspended in the granite hollow that fills the space between two worlds... Not quite who I am, not quite who I want to be... Cat-lover, poet, music-nut. I currently hold a PHD in both BS and Smartass. In short, I pitch my tent in the median of life...The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.comBlogger2031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-91402078008988458752008-06-17T11:56:00.005+03:002008-12-13T04:41:08.837+03:00<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJ39s4sCaQk/SFeIS0MyWII/AAAAAAAAAAc/2hNO2Q4B2UI/s1600-h/colbert.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div>There are literally no words to describe how depressed I am right now.... Let me put this in context for you... </div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div>This is my first summer (in my life) spent completely in Kuwait, now I'm not sure exactly what people do all summer in Kuwait, but I imagine the beach, boating on the water etc. may have something to do with it... </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJ39s4sCaQk/SFd9Nq2NoaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lc3HMsO8Wm4/s1600-h/dust1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212772767498084770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJ39s4sCaQk/SFd9Nq2NoaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lc3HMsO8Wm4/s320/dust1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Clearly not an option this summer >>> </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>So, what are we supposed to do, since God is obviously punishing us for something by making this summer the summer from hell? </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Going out is not an option... for obvious reasons, which for redundancy's sake I will list here, </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>spiky haired boys at the mall, </div><div><br /><br /></div><div>shitty weather which makes leaving house to go to mall seriously questionable, </div><div><br /><br /></div><div>you can only go to the mall so many times, </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>all of the above pretty much applies to everything else, just substitute mall with restaurant, cafe, etc.... </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>So, where is a girl to turn for entertainment? If you said TV, congratulations! You win a big bag of sand, step outside to collect your prize.... </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Reality shows will be my solace this summer... </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>American Idol is over, me so happy David Cook won! Love him! I'm kinda sad that Archie didn't win though, now he has to go home,<a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/television/2008-05-10-americanidol-archuleta_N.htm?csp=34"> where there's no ban on his dad</a>.... </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>So, now its on to So You Think You Can Dance.... I'm not too excited about the season so far... saw the first dance episode, my faves were: </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Mia's freaky Tim Burton Wedding dance </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Napolean and Tabatha's (I will never tire of their names) hip hop routine for No Air </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Two dances out of, what?, ten routines....? pretty shitty opening show if you ask me.... </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>I'm desperately trying to bring myself to get back into Lost (I stopped watching after the abomination that was the Season 2 finale)... but I can't seem to do... watching that show is more work than any show has a right to be.... I want fluff, I want wit, I want fast paced little ditties for shows! </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>which is why Colbert and Stewart will never let me down... </div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJ39s4sCaQk/SFeI6gZnqFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vl5a_4grUc0/s1600-h/colbert.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212785632415819858" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="249" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJ39s4sCaQk/SFeI6gZnqFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vl5a_4grUc0/s320/colbert.jpg" width="288" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJ39s4sCaQk/SFeI6-UWclI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cmFKCgSrx3s/s1600-h/Jon_Stewart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212785640446784082" style="CURSOR: hand" height="249" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJ39s4sCaQk/SFeI6-UWclI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cmFKCgSrx3s/s320/Jon_Stewart.jpg" width="184" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJ39s4sCaQk/SFeIS0MyWII/AAAAAAAAAAc/2hNO2Q4B2UI/s1600-h/colbert.jpg"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJ39s4sCaQk/SFeIS0MyWII/AAAAAAAAAAc/2hNO2Q4B2UI/s1600-h/colbert.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><em>Now Playing:</em> Window Pane <em>By:</em> Mad Larry<br /><br />- Layla</div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJ39s4sCaQk/SFd9Nq2NoaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lc3HMsO8Wm4/s1600-h/dust1.jpg"></a></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJ39s4sCaQk/SFd9Nq2NoaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lc3HMsO8Wm4/s1600-h/dust1.jpg"></a></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-9140207800898845875?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-19027515884816366692008-04-27T12:23:00.004+03:002008-12-13T04:41:08.845+03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJ39s4sCaQk/SBRI4D4v7GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vtPVEGQAl_s/s1600-h/klc.jpg"></a><br /><div>So, I watch American Idol... Its one of my many vices, trailing behind coffee, the Beatles, dance movies and those other things, which for several reasons, we won't mention... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Anyhoo, there were plenty of contestants who pissed me off this season, <a href="http://http://www.celebrity-gossip.net/images/photos/kristy-lee-cook-off-american-idol.jpg">Kristy Lee I-sold-my-horse-to-be-on-this-damn-show Cook</a>, <a href="http://http://www.hottestgayplacesfl.com/resources/12-16-06+trip+064.jpg">David shake-what-yo'-mama-gave-ya Hernandez</a>, and <a href="http://http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/80153100.jpg?v=1&amp;c=ViewImages&amp;k=2&amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF1933B836CAF14D5D5C8E3F3C265196878E45A5397277B4DC33E">Chikizie Lemon-squeezy Ezie </a>, to name a few.... But without a doubt, the ones who pissed me off the most, were <a href="http://http://www.michaeljohnsmusic.com/MichaelJohnsAlbumArtSmall.jpg/MichaelJohnsAlbumArtSmall-full.jpg">Michael if-you-squint hard-enough-I-kinda-sorta-look-like-Chris-Martin Johns</a>, and <a href="http://http://www.empirezwinger.com/images/Leprechaun.jpg">Carly I-get-more-Irish-by-the-Idol-minute Smithson</a>. These two wannabe's pissed me off to no end! On the one hand, you have Michael, who thinks he's God's gift to American radioplay... On the other hand, you've got Carly, who is clearly one f*cked up lass.... At least I could stomach Michael... most of the time... Carly was just too much to bear... Allow me to count the ways: </div><div> </div><div>1. She cried after her audition (although don't know if it was because they accepted her or because Simon said she sounded worse than she did when she auditioned two years ago) </div><div>2. She chose Blackbird by Paul McCartney on Beatles night, but chose to relate it to her situation as a wannabe Rockstar than no one likes... Do not degrade a Beatles song like that, bitch! Its like Britney Spears trying to convince us that Hit Me Baby, One More Time is actually about her abusive childhood... </div><div>3. She got a 7 tattoo on her ring finger... to denote Season 7 of American Idol.... 'nuff said. </div><div>4. She was waaaaay too desperate for Simon's approval. </div><div> </div><div>Well, i'm happy to say that Immigrant Idol is finally over. Michael got the boot a couple of weeks ago and Carly got canned last week... </div><div> </div><div>Hopefully, the rest of the girls will start trickling out and it'll be a boys only finale! </div><div> </div><div>Peace, Love &amp; Beatniks </div><div> </div><div>- Layla </div><div> </div><div><em>Now Playing</em>: Teardrop <em>By</em>: Newton Faulkner </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-1902751588481636669?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-90782583406074058782008-02-13T23:22:00.003+03:002008-02-13T23:29:48.400+03:00That's what my work calendar for 2008 said, '2008 is the year of change'... and you know what? it feels like eerie foresight on their part; 2 months into the year and my brother has gotten married, I'm in the process of making a professional 'change'.... so far, so good i guess.. although I had a teacher once who said that 'so far so good' was a pointless phrase as it doesn't really say anything...<br /><br />But things have indeed changed since the last time I wrote... I've come down with a mild case of Beatle-mania.... I've gone through maybe 4 crushes..... gotten a pretty drastic haircut.... been to New York three more times... made some new friends that i care dearly for...<br /><br />I'm turning 25 in three weeks... that should be fun... I feel a quarter life crisis just round the bend...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Now Playing:</span> Dear Prudence <span style="font-style: italic;">By:</span> the Beatles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-9078258340607405878?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-43723138094505479022007-03-01T17:07:00.000+03:002007-03-01T18:12:05.206+03:00<strong><em></em></strong>The new issue of <strong><em>New York Times Magazine</em></strong> boasts a cover piece that examines religion as a product of evolution. The piece works on the premise that since humans are adaptable creatures (with brains no less) then we created our idea of God because we needed an agent for the cause of our creation. This is similar to how we figured out that if a ball rolls across the floor then someone or something must have pushed it at some point thereby causing its motion. Its a reasonable way of looking at things and I'm sure it was probably the main catalyst that caused paganism, but I don't know what it means for religion as a whole... <strong></strong>There's another piece that looks at the recent spate of college erotica, in which students riff on sexual themes and, sometimes, pose nude. What was once a career-ending decision is now routine for some students: ''A body is a body is a body, and I'm proud of my body, and why not show my body? It's not going to keep me from having a job," says the founder of one Boston University publication.<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><a href="http://www.tvgasm.com/newsgasm/news/american-idol/another-day-another-batch-of-a.php">This brings me to Antonella Barba, the chick from American Idol whose erotic pics have been popping up all over the net.</a> Should she be voted off because she's not "pure"? I mean, should a girl who has posed nude and given oral sex on camera be an American Idol (emphasis on Idol)?<br /><br />Pubic-chinned Head broke down on screen this week because his baby started smiling and he missed it... What I wanna know is how is it possible that Hobbit Head's wife is <span style="font-style: italic;">shorter </span>than him?!?! ... Is she an elf?<br /><br />I usually don't find the chicks on American Idol very appealing... they tend to bore me, but that may stem from the fact that I don't like female singers in general (and when I do like females, its the lower toned ones i.e. Annie Lennox, Tracy Chapmen etc.)... I'm usually more into the guys and this season is no different. Two of the guys especially have been impressing me with their song choices... I go all Randy Jackson every week and moan about contestant song choices... but these two, Blake Lewis and Chris Richardson, have been making <span style="font-style: italic;">really </span>good song choices so far...<br /><br />Blake Lewis sang '<span style="font-style: italic;">Somewhere only we know</span>' by <span style="font-weight: bold;">Keane </span>on the first studio show and '<span style="font-style: italic;">Virtual Insanity</span>' by <span style="font-weight: bold;">Jamiroquoi </span>on the second.<br /><br />Chris Richardson scored even higher on my list of song choices by going with '<span style="font-style: italic;">I don't wanna be</span>' by <span style="font-weight: bold;">Gavin DeGraw</span> on the first show and '<span style="font-style: italic;">Geek in the Pink</span>' by <span style="font-weight: bold;">Jason Mraz</span> on the second one.<br /><br />hopefully they keep it up...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Now Playing: </span>Walking on Broken Glass <span style="font-style: italic;">By:</span> Annie Lennox<br /><br /><em></em>- Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-4372313809450547902?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-45500563439215324822007-02-25T14:33:00.000+03:002007-02-25T14:48:43.251+03:00I know its national day and liberation day and all that and maybe its just my PMS talking, but I really don't think we have any reason to celebrate. Let's exclude the fact that our region is in a depressing state of turmoil, the likes of which I have not seen in my 24 years of life, but on a more local scale... should we really be celebrating our country? Is our country so great that it deserves mass celebrations?<br /><br />The government and National Assembly are in a constant tete-a-tete about a myriad of non-issues <span style="font-weight: bold;">(read: canceling loans)</span>, the government has no idea how to spend our oil surplus and the country is basically run by a troupe of hypocrites.<br /><br />I wrote about this a few years ago. Its like the government has no idea how to deal with the <span style="font-style: italic;">real </span>issues plaguing its citizens (like, increasing traffic violations, rampant drug abuse, undisciplined youth, inadequate infrastructure.. etc. ) and so their solution is to sweep those issues under the rug and focus on stupid things like the aforementioned loans and whether or not letting Nancy Ajram have a concert here would lead to a free fall in Kuwaiti morality (because <span style="font-style: italic;">God forbid</span> our values should decline...) <br /><br />it makes me sick to see these idiot hanging out of their cars, spraying silly string on passing vehicles and generally acting like a bunch of two year olds when there's chaos in Iraq, nuclear possibilities between Iran and Bush, global warming, turmoil in Lebanon and basically a looming apocalypse... and all our citizens can think about is " Sharq or Marina Mall?", "Bahrain or Dubai?" ...<br /><br />its sickening... it truly is. This world is gonna go to shit and we'll still be out shopping for the latest LV bag...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Now Playing:</span> Let Go <span style="font-style: italic;">By: </span>Frou Frou<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-4550056343921532482?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-75025716935940575722007-02-15T20:25:00.000+03:002007-02-15T20:35:31.420+03:00<a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mika_%28singer%29">Mika</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>is this incredible new artist that you really oughta know about... He is a Lebanese-born, London based artist who is absolutely the most original artist I have heard in a really long time. HE has a really high voice, which I usually don't like, but he uses it so well, and his lyrics are so catchy that you can't help but fall in love with him.<br /><br />A lot of people have compared him to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freddy_Mercury">Freddy Mercury </a>and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crocodile_rock">Elton John circa-crocodile rock</a>, but I think he sounds more like a cross between <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scissor_sisters">Scissor Sisters</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robbie_Williams">Robbie Williams</a>...<br /><br />Anyway, here's his latest offering... and check out his album <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life_in_Cartoon_Motion">Life in Cartoon Motion</a>.<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzA0nG_PurQ"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzA0nG_PurQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Now Playing:</span> Love Today <span style="font-style: italic;">By:</span> Mika<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-7502571693594057572?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1170973727879496122007-02-09T01:23:00.000+03:002007-02-09T01:28:47.910+03:00<span style="font-style:italic;">This</span> >>>> <a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2158877">Gay sheep and human destiny</a><br /><br /> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">+</span><br /><br /> <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">THIS</span> >>>>>> <a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2141239/">Lesbian brains differ from straight women's brains.</a> Last year, a study showed that gay men, like straight women and unlike straight men, processed a male pheromone in a sex-related part of the brain (the hypothalamus) but processed a female pheromone in a scent-related part of the brain. Now the authors of that study report differences among women: 1) Lesbians, like straight men, prefer the female pheromone and find it less irritating than the male pheromone. 2) Straight women find the female pheromone more irritating. 3) Straight men and women process same-sex pheromones in the scent area but process opposite-sex pheromones in the hypothalamus. 4) Lesbians process pheromones of both sexes in the scent area. Interpretations: 1) Sexual orientation is biologically based, not a choice. 2) Sexual orientation is more biologically based in men than in women.<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">=</span><br /><br /> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Homosexuality is biologically determined.</span><br /><br /> <br /><br />Looks like the <span style="font-weight:bold;">Nature Vs. Nurture</span> issue can be laid to rest... at least where this question is concerned.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Now Playing:</span> My Immortal <span style="font-style:italic;">By:</span> Evanescence <br /><br />- Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-117097372787949612?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1169566543938586162007-01-23T18:09:00.000+03:002007-01-23T18:35:44.066+03:00<a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/entertainment/music/bal-artslife-grammylist1207,0,816734.htmlstory?coll=bal-features-specials">2007 Grammy nods are out.</a> I really hope Justin doesn't win one. Nothing against JT, but FutureSex/LoveSounds totally sucks as an album. Its much worse than Justified, which I was totally disappointed with considering I think JT has a lot of potential as a stand alone artist. But at least with Justified, you could listen to the songs over and over without wanting to kill yourself. Listen to the opening bars of Sexy Back and I dare ya not to gag... <br /><br />I hope John Mayer wins everything he was nominated for... ok, maybe he could lose one... it would serve him right for going out with that bimbo Jessica. <br /><br />I hope The Fray win one for "Over My Head"... that is such a great song. <br /><br />Why aren't Scissor Sister nominated for Best Dance Recording?!?! "I don't feel like dancing"! Hello?? Can you say 'quintessential dance track'? ... maybe they missed the cut.... <br /><br />Why isn't <a href="http://www.gavindegraw.com/">Gavin DeGraw </a>ever nominated for anything? I feel like he's that overlooked artist who's incredibly passionate about his stuff and yet doesn't get any credit for it... Download "Belief" and tell me he doesn't deserve a Grammy...<br /><br />Pray with me, people, that <span style="font-weight:bold;">The Killers</span> will get their Grammy this year. <span style="font-style:italic;">When You Were Young</span> is such a great song. Its no 'Blame it on the boogie', but its up there... They should have been nominated for the album too... Sam's Town is killer... no pun intended. <br /><br />..... ok, that's weird, I just googled Gavin DeGraw for the link and my blog popped up.... <br /><br />For your enjoyment... I'm gonna go old, <span style="font-style:italic;">old</span> school on yo ass: <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BQEQRSspijI"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BQEQRSspijI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Now Playing:</span> Superhero <span style="font-style:italic;"> By:</span> Jane's Addiction<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116956654393858616?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1168105167800791102007-01-06T20:10:00.001+03:002007-01-06T20:39:27.846+03:00<a href="itsgonealilwonky.blogspot.com">Skunk</a>! This is for you. Its the video I was rambling on about in my last post. <strong>Cold War Kids, We used to vacation. </strong>I don't know why, but it seems like the kind of song you would like... I know that's weird considering I don't know you or your taste in music, but there it is... Enjoy! <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mK-0WcWpiUY"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mK-0WcWpiUY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />There was some awful news in the paper today, which isn't saying much considering the news these days has two volumes; awful and awful-ler(?)... more awful. But this was really bad. <br /><br />Apparently, <a href="http://www.arabtimesonline.com/arabtimes/">they found 14 horse carcasses thrown out into the big sandy lot that sits beside the Hunting and Equestrian Club just outside of 6th ring road.</a> This really says a lot for the level of professionalism here in Kuwait, doesn't it? The fact that the very facility whose job it is to care for these animals ends up dumping their bodies like yesterdays' trash. Apparently, the horses hadn't been shot, but appeared to have been euthenized, the horses were 2-5 years old. This just makes my blood boil. I mean, aside from it being completely inhumane, its also a public health issue. The last thing we need is 14 dead horses rotting in the sun next to residential areas. The Equestrian club should be shut down or fined drastically for this unbelievably shameful act. <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.arabtimesonline.com/arabtimes/kuwait/Viewdet.asp?ID=9490&cat=a">Another article in the paper today was talking about education in Kuwait and the Arab world as a whole.</a> Dr. Latefa Al-Kandari, a professor at Kuwait University, blamed unqualified teachers for the decline of education standards in Kuwait. I'll agree with that, but it is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to all the things that are wrong with the public school system. I am a product of that system and I shudder when I think of how I would have ended up if my mom (whose an english teacher) hadn't shoved books down my throat throughout my school years. Dr. Al-Kandari is quoted as saying that reading is the cornerstone of learning and I couldn't agree more. Teaching your children to love reading and to respect the written word is one of the best gifts you can give them. I think it is akin to that whole "teaching a man to fish" analogy. Teach a kid to read (and love it) and he's set for life. She did say that the Arab world had the worst education system in the world... I think that's a bit of an exaggeration... surely, its not the worst... What about Sudan? I'm sure we beat Sudan... or Benin or somewhere like that... <br /><br /><a href="http://www.arabtimesonline.com/arabtimes/breakingnews/view.asp?msgID=13095">Saudi Arabia continues to voice its concerns about the "sectarian violence" in Iraq. </a>They take swipes at Iran 'cos the Saudis have always hated Iran, but I think the real threat to stability in Iraq is Syria. I find it unsettling that Iran keeps blowing its horns about diplomacy in Iraq and US withdrawal and the whole time Syria remains silent, or in any case more silent than Ahmedinajad. Syria is backing whoever can pay it more; they love the fact that there's so much instability in this region. The real enemy to democracy here isn't Iran, its Syria. <br /><br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Why do I keep counting? <em>By:</em> The Killers<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116810516780079110?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1167845190109029562007-01-03T20:17:00.000+03:002007-01-03T20:44:50.223+03:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5Zq3FSoDuk"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5Zq3FSoDuk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />One of my fave songs of '06 by one of my fave bands of all-time. <a href="http://www.thekillersmusic.com/">The Killers are being nominated for two Grammy's this year</a>... less than the five nods last year, but hey maybe they'll win one this time.<br /><br />We're 3 days into the 007 (as <a href="mainstreamnothing.blogspot.com">7tenths </a>likes to call it), what do you guys think so far? Any bad omens been coming in? My friend found out her ex-boyfriend got married... before she did.... that seems like a bad omen if ever there was one... Have you guys been getting any bad omens for the new year? I haven't 'cos I haven't been anywhere and I haven't been doing anything... So, I guess, if anything, that's an omen that 007 will be just as yawn-inducing as 006... God help me.<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> We used to vacation <em> By:</em> Cold War Kids<br /><br />Saw the vid for this song on VH1 the other day... I think it is one of the best videos I've ever seen. Its just as raw and unedited as the song is. I love that about it... the grainy-ness of it, shaky camera and all, is just perfect. I also really like the part with the guy smacking on the ... what's that bell thingy that goes on a drum set? Well, whatever its called, he's banging it with one of those mexican rattler thingies....?? Jesus on a cracker... I'm really bad with instrument names... anyway, its a cool vid. If I find it on YouTube, I'll embed it here.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116784519010902956?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1167507276795275642006-12-30T22:15:00.000+03:002006-12-30T22:34:36.826+03:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fgRpX6FU2Z4"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fgRpX6FU2Z4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Ali G is funny here, I usually find him kinda irritating, but he does a good job on this one. Becks has got the personality of a wet sponge... Posh is cool though, she gets into it a bit. <br /><br />My cousin and I are on a serious SBC trip at the moment... needless to say, YouTube is getting quite the work out...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116750727679527564?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1167340470013943422006-12-28T23:52:00.001+03:002006-12-29T00:14:30.050+03:00They're showing <a href="http://www.onetv.ae/Schedule.asp">American Idol season five on OneTv</a> at the moment. They just started with the studio shows, there's not even a top 12 yet (is it 12 or 16?) ... Anyway, The boys sang last week and when <a href="http://www.daughtryofficial.com/">Chris Daughtry</a> (an early favorite) sang <strong>Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi</strong>. Its a good song, in fact, its a classic and the judges responded very favorably to it. <br /><br />But Randy called him current. He said that his style was similar to Bon Jovi and Matchbox Twenty... now, I can see that. He does sound very similar to Rob Thomas and if you listen to his new album, it is very reminiscent of early Matchbox 20, Nickelback and other so-called rockers... but is it current? I don't think so. I think that style is falling out of... well, style. Current, to me, brings to mind <a href="http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&lr=&q=fall%20out%20boy&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wi">Fall Out Boy</a>, <a href="http://www.muse.mu/index.php">Muse</a>, <a href="http://www.panicatthedisco.com/palebird/index.html">Panic at the Disco</a>, <a href="http://www.mychemicalromance.com/">My Chemical Romance</a>, <a href="http://www.cuteiswhatweaimfor.com/">Cute is What we Aim For</a>.. bands like that, whose names are complex and whose songs have titles that run off the page... These bands feel current. Why? 'cos the beats are new, they're influenced by more than just an electric guitar. But I think the one element that truly distinguishes these bands and lends them their current-ability (?) is the fact that the lyrics are so tripped out. These songs are so verbous, the lyrics rarely rhyme and almost never make sense, but they make you bob your head and sing along (after googling the lyrics, of course) <br /><br />So, I think for Randy to call Chris current is completely false, he's good, he's got a great voice, but he is nowhere near as ground-breaking (lyrically or musically) as the aforementioned bands. <br /><br />k... that's all I have to say. <br /><br /><strong>Happy New Year, bloggers</strong>... be good this year. <br /><br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Trophy Boys, Trophy Wives <em> By:</em> Panic at the Disco<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116734047001394342?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1166717090806236802006-12-21T18:43:00.000+03:002006-12-21T19:04:50.873+03:00<a href="http://marialsuarez.blogspot.com/">Mia </a> is responsible for my new look. You rock girl, is all I can say. It looks exactly like how I wanted it to look. So, thank you again and I apologize for bugging you so much during the process... <br /><br /><br />ok, on to some chit chat. <br /><br />Is it just me or has the volume of road kill on our streets increased dramatically in the last few months? seems like everywhere I go, I see road kill.... I think its the cold... the cats' are committing mass suicide... poor things... <br /><br />hmmm.. what else is going on? <br /><br />oh, ok.... <strong>Attention: Shameless plug coming your way</strong>...<br /><br />I saw how <a href="http://www.q8serenity.blogspot.com/">Delicately Realistic put a mini review of the Short Film Festival on her blog </a> , the review is great, really it is, but for a more detailed account of the evening, check out next months Bazaar where I submitted a full review of the festival.... <br /><br />Ok, shameless plug over.... <br /><br />.......................................<br /><br />I can't believe the year is over. That's it, 2006 is gone, just like that. Seems like I was just in New York, sitting in a Starbucks bitching about how 2005 was over... Doesn't it seem like the years' are flying by much faster or is it just me? <br /><br />Me, personally, I think '06 went by too fast for me to attribute a feeling to it... I'm very neutral on this year... hopefully, next year will be good. <br /><br />I don't know, but the consensus seems to be that '06 sucked big time. <strong>What do you guys think? Was 2006 a good year or not? I leave the why's and why not's to your own discretion</strong>... <br /><br />I will leave you with a new year prayer my friend sent me: <br /><br /><em>"Lord, 2006 is over with us in our parents' houses, may 2007 not end until we are in our husbands' houses. Lord, may 2007 be a bitter year for all those not willing to propose to us. Lord, we are your faithful believers, daughters of your faithful believers, please bless us by shutting the traps of all those busy bodies who continuously ask us when we're gonna find someone who'll marry us!" </em><br /><br />.... you can tell, my friend and I are pretty obsessed with marriage.... <br /><br />Adios, bloggers, Merry Christmas and Have a Happy New Year! <br /><br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116671709080623680?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1166380561883132172006-12-17T21:27:00.000+03:002006-12-17T21:36:01.913+03:00* Rules for this tag are:<br />-Grab the closest book to you<br />-Open Page 123<br />-Scroll down to the 5th sentence<br />-Post the next 3 sentences on your blog<br />-Name the book and author<br />-Tag 3 people<br /><br />Ok, here it is: <br /><br />"These were dark and terrible times in the Western world. The barbarian tribes were pouring into Europe and bringing down the Roman empire: the collapse of civilization in the West inevitably affected Christian spirituality there. Ambrose, Augustine's great mentor, preached a faith that was essentially defensive: <em>integritas</em> (wholeness) was its most important virtue..." <br /><br />From <em>A History of God</em> By <em>Karen Armstrong</em><br /><br />tagging: <br /><br /><a href="http://vintagesquee.blogspot.com/">SnoCone</a><br /><a href="http://marialsuarez.blogspot.com/">Mia</a><br /><a href="http://purgatory.kuwaitblogs.com/">Purgatory (hehehehehe)</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116638056188313217?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1165938604966293502006-12-12T18:45:00.000+03:002006-12-12T18:50:05.083+03:00<strong><em>SnoCone </em></strong> <br /><br />For some reason, I can't comment on your blog. Its asking me to sign in, but then won't let me when I do it... Anyway, I wanted you to know what I thought about the little thriller you've got going: <br /><br />I <strong>LOVED</strong> the first piece. It shot out of no where... you're building my intrigue with the second piece.. i'm definately interested to see where this goes.. <br /><br />I smell a novel here, sno! <br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> You can't stop the beat <em>By:</em> Chorus of Hairspray<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116593860496629350?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1165769324639300042006-12-10T19:39:00.000+03:002006-12-10T19:48:44.710+03:00<strong>Borat...</strong><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2GfpNcO6xY"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2GfpNcO6xY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><strong>The Man Behind the Borat...</strong><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dutJ31sIW68"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dutJ31sIW68" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />... I have a confession to make... Sacha Baron Cohen is hot (his accent is sweet like chocolate)... but, somehow.. I find Borat even more attractive.....<br /><br />I can't believe I just said that.... <br /><br />Jakshamash.<br /><br />- Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116576932463930004?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1165507890870833322006-12-07T18:57:00.000+03:002006-12-07T19:11:31.743+03:00Things have been mucho hectic these days... <br /><br />been running around like a chicken with its head cut off... <br /><br />Work has been crazy... <br /><br />Been reconnecting with some people I haven't see in awhile... <br /><br />Cruising around, breaking in my new car... <br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5289/1492/1600/178401/Lexus-sc-430-concept.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5289/1492/320/403331/Lexus-sc-430-concept.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />Ergo, no posts. <br /><br />But I had to pop in for a bit and do some charity work... I mean, endorsing. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.tooomz.com/">Tooomz </a>is in Azerbaijan.... Most of you probably don't know where Azerbaijan is, most of the people I have told have not been convinced that Azerbaijan even exists. However, <a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&q=azerbaijan">Google has assured me, and them, that it does.</a> <br /><br />I've been checking out her blog since she's been there.... I wouldn't have been convinced that Azer (As <a href="http://www.tooomz.com/">Tooomz </a>has affectionately begun to call it) even had internet, but apparently it does... and a Mexx store.. and, apparently, knee high boots. <a href="http://www.tooomz.com/">Tooomz's</a> camera has yet to capture a Starbucks though... <br /><br />Anywho, pop over to <a href="http://www.tooomz.com">Tooomzy's</a> sight and let her know that even though she is in the country that is the declared and mortal enemy of <a href="http://www.boratmovie.com/">Borat town</a>, we still love her and miss her and can't wait till she gets back! <br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> I don't feel like dancing <em>By:</em> Scissor Sisters<br /><br />The song is for you<a href="http://www.tooomz.com"> tooomz</a>! <br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116550789087083332?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1164737028537990162006-11-28T21:01:00.001+03:002006-11-28T21:03:48.540+03:00I had bit of an epiphany tonight while I was performing my evening prayers. I was thinking about how I wake up everyday and, through the day, complete the five requisite prayers of my religion. I do this routinely, systematically, unfailingly.. every single day. And tonight, when I finished my prayer, I flashed on other things that make up who I am. And it occurred to me...<br /><br />I am, basically, a good girl. I've had a few wild moments here and there, but certainly nothing to write home about. I live a pretty predictable life with predictable friends; I go through predictable situations with little-to-no surprises or detours. <br /><br />How do these two ideas relate to each other? They are both entirely driven by faith. <br /><br />My prayers are motivated by a desire to please God. I do the prayers, not knowing if it's enough or what will eventually happen as a result of those prayers. It is faith that drives it. My faith that God will reward my diligent prayers with a pass into heaven. <br /><br />My lifestyle is also driven by faith. I don't do all the things I wish I could do or fall into all the things that tempt me because of faith. Faith that if I'm a good person who makes minimal mistakes in life, then God, not to mention society, will reward that by eventually giving me the things I want... <br /><br />Do you think that I'm being naive or that I'm just making excuses 'cos I'm scared....? <br /><br />..............................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Interstate Love Song <em>By:</em> The Stone Temple Pilots<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116473702853799016?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1164212498544847932006-11-22T19:16:00.001+03:002006-11-22T23:14:25.986+03:00<a href="http://tooomz.com">tooomzy</a> relayed some rather depressing news... Apparently, Tim Gunn, who is only the best part of Project Runway, may not be there for season four... I don't know why 'cos frankly I was too depressed to read the rest of the article, but if he's not on the show there's really no point in watching.... <br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/tgunn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/tgunn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />I finally did <a href="http://solaralchemist.blogspot.com">Solar's </a>tag... one of them anyway... <br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/southpark.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/southpark.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116421249854484793?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1164212471019499872006-11-22T19:16:00.000+03:002006-11-22T19:21:11.176+03:00<a href="http://tooomz.com">tooomzy</a> relayed some rather depressing news... Apparently, Tim Gunn, who is only the best part of Project Runway, may not be there for season four... I don't know why 'cos frankly I was too depressed to read the rest of the article, but if he's not on the show there's really no point in watching.... <br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/tgunn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/tgunn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116421247101949987?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1164047498272122012006-11-20T21:23:00.001+03:002006-11-20T21:31:38.276+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/Paris%20026.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/Paris%20026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/Paris%20022.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/Paris%20022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/Paris%20020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/Paris%20020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><em>Click on the pic for a better view</em><br /><br /><em>Now Playing: </em>Feeling Good <em>By:</em> Michael Buble<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116404749827212201?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1163953855737828752006-11-19T19:24:00.000+03:002006-11-19T19:44:58.963+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/Paris%20017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/Paris%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/Paris%20034.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/Paris%20034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/Paris%20039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/Paris%20039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><em>* click on the image to get a clearer view.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116395385573782875?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1163318107412769592006-11-12T10:51:00.000+03:002006-11-12T10:55:07.446+03:00<em>Spend all your time waiting<br />For that second chance<br />For a break that would make it okay<br />There's always one reason<br />To feel not good enough<br />And it's hard at the end of the day<br />I need some distraction<br />Oh beautiful release<br />Memory seeps from my veins<br />Let me be empty<br />And weightless and maybe<br />I'll find some peace tonight<br /><br />In the arms of an angel<br />Fly away from here<br />From this dark cold hotel room<br />And the endlessness that you fear<br />You are pulled from the wreckage<br />Of your silent reverie<br />You're in the arms of the angel<br />May you find some comfort there<br /><br />So tired of the straight line<br />And everywhere you turn<br />There's vultures and thieves at your back<br />And the storm keeps on twisting<br />You keep on building the lie<br />That you make up for all that you lack<br />It don't make no difference<br />Escaping one last time<br />It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh<br />This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116331810741276959?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1163103304968786462006-11-09T22:00:00.000+03:002006-11-09T23:15:05.236+03:00It is the 10th anniversary of Bazaar magazine's existence and I, for one, could not be prouder. I have been a contributing writer ( though I was maliciously bumped off the list this month) to the magazine for the last seven years. And I could not be happier for El-Adly and Co. for making it this far. I'm gonna run through a review of this months issue, and I ask that you please allow me this disclaimer: <br /><br /><strong>Everything said in this review is in good fun and I love Bazaar and the whole team... well, maybe minus A Woman Unimpressed...</strong><br /><br />We open the 10th anniversary issue with a solid letter from the team talking about Bazaar's evolution from a tiny 2 writer team to a solid 75 writers, from an insignificant 10 distribution points to a magnificent 150 distribution points.. from 20 pages to 160 pages (see Ahmed? That's why you need page numbers!).. I think Bazaar's new motto should be: To Infinite and Beyond! A la' Buzz Lightyear... <br /><br />Kaelen Wilson-Goldie is apparently the new featured writer as she takes up about a third of those 160 pages... (not really) but she is featured pretty prominently although she doesn't make an appearance on the contributing writers list (hmmm... I smell a conspiracy of sorts..) makes me wonder who this chick is... no matter. I like her stuff. <br /><br />Meghan McCabe talks about women marrying themselves... The topic is a little Dr. Phil-ish, but she brings the point home with her talk of women buying their own diamonds. And what's good is that she makes her point without sounding like a Destiny Child's song. (Question!) All I can say to this article is Amen, Sista! Women of the world? Raise your right diamond-encrusted hand! <br /><br />Aidea Huxil comes next. Can I just say I think Aidea is the coolest name EVER! I think its her first time contributing too. Her name is misspelled on the contributing writers list... (Yes, I did spend way too much time analyzing the aforementioned list... becoming more and more peeved every time I passed over it without seeing my name..) Anywho, her article was a refreshing change from all the Kuwait-bashing that tends to go on in magazines these days. She talked about the reasons why Kuwait is so much better to live in than Dubai. Its because Kuwait's got soul, Kuwait's got culture, Kuwait's got a vibe. Word. <br /><br />There's a detailed article about the British Festival that's taking place this month in venues all over Kuwait. This is the kind of thing I shove into peoples faces when they tell me there's nothing to do Kuwait. Suck on that, mofos! There is loads to do, such as: <br /><br />-- Open-air Shakespeare, 15th and 16th of November: <br /><br />The KAST are gonna be performing an open-air performance of Shakespeare's 'A Midsummer Nights Dream' on the garden grounds of the British Embassy. I'd totally get tickets for this, if only I weren't gonna be in Paris on those dates. If you guys wanna check it out (and I suggest that you do) you can call 562-1701 or email dgregan@hotmail.com. <br /><br />-- There's also gonna be a wicked art exhibition by British Studio Arts of the works of Endre Roder at the Dar el Cid Exhibition Halls, Jabriya on the 19th of November. <br /><br />-- 20th of November is Poetry night in the Atrium of the British Embassy featuring poetry in English and Arabic. For tickets and info call: 939 2484 or email: britfestkuwait@gmail.com<br /><br />So, come on y'all and let's celebrate all things brit! P.S. I suggest putting on something remotely resembling Burberry... so that at least you'll feel like you fit in.. even if you don't have the whole british thing going on... <br /><br />Next came an article by newcomer Kuwaiti Hillbilly or as he's credited as .. Q80 Hillbilly... just for the record, I think the whole Q80 spelling of Kuwaiti is really tired.. and I preferred it the other way... Its an excellent article though. It shows the inefficiencies of the modern Kuwaiti family without being offensive. However, I will say that I preferred last months' one about the drunken rednecks debating the worth of a man. That one was hella-rifically entertaining! <br /><br />Next comes a reportage, as they say in Lebanon, on Turkish Nobel literature laureate Orhan Pamuk. I've never read his stuff, but after reading the report, I'm interested to... God Damn you, Amazon! You are totally bankrupting me! <br /><br />Dhafer Youssef is cute... and wicked talented by the looks of it. <br /><br />Craig Loomis came out with another fiction piece. I'd like to go on record as saying that I think that Mr. Loomis is an incredibly talented writer. His pieces always resonate with me. Unfortunately, I found the first misprint in Bazaar in his story. Misbahs was typed Mishabs... funny, but wrong. Overall, the story featured brilliant feats of imagery by Loomis, perfect pitch and measurement of words, as well as a masterful use and understanding of the strength of nuances. The time he spent detailing the stray calicos' behavior, his literal obsession with the effects of the shading under the tree and his troubling analysis of the teachers' inability to answer a question were all beautifully done. I especially liked the references he made to the title subject, ancient civilizations, throughout the piece. I will say, though, that I found the ending to be rather anti-climatic and abrupt. In other words, after the beautiful lead-up, the ending seemed rather mundane and unenlightening.<br /><br />Perhaps he meant for that to happen, but as a bona-fide bookworm, it didn't resonate with me.<br /><br />....... There's an Arab-Jewish community in Israel? .........<br /><br />We then traveled to the far-east with Graham Baker to review a new Japanese restaurant that's just opened up. This one is apparently "Located in the relative obscurity of the Al Khalid complex just off Baghdad street.." huh? Where's that? The review makes a few opportunistic jabs at the competition, like, "No ostentatious use of paintings.." i.e. jab at Hashi (Haschi? Hachi?) and their freaky-a** wall graffiti. There's also these two sly digs at Maki, "fed up with waiting for a table at your favorite Japanese restaurant." and "do not want to book a table a week in advance."... burn. This article also brought the tally of misprints up to three. <br /><br />Bazaar in motion gave us misprint number 4. it also gave us a ridiculous and completely incomprehensible description of the Swan position... Thank God there was a clear example of the cat stretch or I would have gotten absolutely nothing from this article, but a good ten minutes of ooohing and aaaahing over the kitty. <br /><br />Then came a review of the Iraq documentary "The War Tapes", which I think is a horrible name for a war documentary... Deborah Scranton, the director, recalls: "One time, I got an email to say that mortars had hit. And then I didn't hear anything for 24 hours. So I was sitting there wondering. "What happened? Did they all get wiped out?"" ... and if so, how will I finish my movie and obtain my Oscar? Ok, so that last part, I made up. Crass of me? Whatever, I'm so sick of all this Iraq business. It's a war people. Wars should not be documented like this! It isn't a bake-sale for God sakes... <br /><br />Then came the <strong>tech review:</strong> <br /><br />The <strong>Juro-Capresso Impressa Z6</strong>... try saying that five times fast. This ... thing.. is apparently a coffee powerhouse, it grinds, it brews, it froths, it mixes, it remembers what your favorite drink is... I bet it also somehow functions as a sex toy...<br /><br />A bottle opener/fridge magnet... Next, we'll be able to open bottles just by looking at them...<br /><br />Stainless steel ice-cubes?? WTF??<br /><br />Laundry Rug... 'cos apparently walking over to the hamper and tossing your clothes in is too much trouble... <br /><br />Imation Flash Wristband... Now that's cool. <br /><br />The BrainStorm article gave us misprint number five with this omission, ".. as well as being the creative behind the Showbiz redevelopment." The creative what, people? <br /><br /><strong>Alternative viewing</strong> was this weird long winded review on this film called falafel... There's this whole drawn out detailing of the movies' events and I start to drift off when finally, and only <em>nine</em> paragraphs later, we learn what the falafel connection is... it may be central to the movie, but it sure ain't central to the review of the movie. The reviewer lost me at this sentence.. "falafel once fell, like manna from heaven..." ok... At one point, I half expected him to go into a long soliloquy on Tou's unrequited love for the silhouette of the dancing girl in the iPod commercial..<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Eating Better</strong> was this scary a** article about how basically anything that goes into your mouth can give you cancer. The gist of this article? We're all f*cked... Raise your hand if you knew that smoking causes bladder cancer... The things you learn by reading Bazaar. <br /><br />Next came an article entitled <strong>Stretch it out</strong>, which I figured would be about couch potatoes because really, what does this article have to do with a picture of a chick staring at static on a TV screen? Whatever, I liked the article simply because it contained the word 'plethora', which is a wicked cool word.<br /><br />That La Senza chick is hot... <br /><br />Oh, look... the ministry's got job openings.. oh, no.. my bad.. its just a Gulf Bank ad.. <br /><br />Emma Staples review of the Salon <strong>Soho</strong> gave us three more misprints... As well as a practically orgasmic description of those chairs you sit in when they wash your hair, the new ones that lift your feet up and massage your back while you're sitting in them. Apparently, there isn't anything like it... uh, yeah there is.. it's at Pace e Luce'. <br /><br />Tom McCarthy's <strong>Palestine's moving museum </strong>was an interesting piece.. although I do believe Rabah, the curator/inventor of this tripped out monstrosity, was high when he gave his interview... "Mostly its something to do with how one can make something unreal. The establishment of something, and how the concepts develop, and can we develop things through psyche or..." Rabah leaves it an open thought... I want whatever he's smoking... <br /><br />Iran aims for bulls eye in darts... Apparently they aim for bulls eye in hell too... Dart boards in mosques? Seriously?<br /><br />Barry Rodrigues' <strong>Life is too complicated</strong> gave us misprint number 8. <br /><br />Why do the IKKS kids look like gangstas?!?! Chains? Skulls?? Really?! <br /><br />A new green infused catalogue of<strong> BoConcept</strong> furniture is out. I've been singing the praises of green for years...<br /><br /><strong>I call it vitamin M</strong> brought the number of misprints to 9. <br /><br />Buy Damien Rice's new album <strong>9</strong>, it kicks ass! <br /><br />I want Sting's new one too, <strong>songs from the labyrinth</strong>... I think he previewed one of the re-workings of his song Fields of Gold on the TV show Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip... but I could be wrong. <br /><br /><strong>PAWS Kuwait</strong> has an article in Bazaar as well as an ad that I think everyone should pay attention too. I think PAWS is an excellent cause and I admire all that they have been doing to help stray animals in Kuwait. Anyway, they're organizing a fundraiser/yard sale and they need people to donate their old books, videos, DVDs, CDs, knickknacks.. basically anything you have laying around that you no longer want. If you can contribute something, and I suggest you do, email them at pawsq8@yahoo.com <br /><br />Why does the guy in the Virgin Megastore ad look like a bad actor who's pretending he's just been shot...? <br /><br />Artist of the Month, the article reviewing the "work" of Lily Allen, was by far my least favorite article of the whole issue. This chick can barely be called an artist. And seriously, Bazaar? Were these the best lyrics you could find to showcase?<br /><br />"Riding through the city on my bike all day<br />'Cause the filth took away my license...<br />Everything seems to look as it should<br />But I wonder what goes on behind doors<br />A fella lookin' dapper and he’s sitting with a slapper<br />Then I see it's a pimp and his crack whore..." <br /><br />Definitely Grammy-worthy, don't ya think? Who gives these people record deals anyway?<br /><br />The article goes from bad to worse when this gem pops out of her mouth, "I'm constantly weeing on my shoes 'cos I have a weak bladder." ?!? Can you say TMI? <br /><br />But, no she's not done yet. When asked to describe herself in five words, which apparently she needs to count off on her hand (just to be sure), this is her answer, "Not big and not clever." .. well, she's got the 'not clever' part right... <br /><br />By the way, beware the Pumpkin Spice Latte' at Starbucks. 7tenths and I say nay. Support Starbucks in general, but holla at them for the Toffee Nut Latte' to replace this pumpkin abomination to the coffee gods. <br /><br />Well, that was Bazaar's highlights... we got through it with only 9 misprints, which I can tell you is a helluva lot better than the competition (read: Dmag) that has way more mistakes (read: 30!) And besides, at least Bazaar doesn't toot its own horn as to how superior its knowledge of the English language is... <br /><br />That's it for me. I will leave you with a bit of wisdom from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bell_Biv_DeVoe">Bell Biv Devoe</a>: <br /><br /><strong>Never trust a big butt and a smile.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116310330496878646?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1162798192242373672006-11-06T08:51:00.000+03:002006-11-06T10:29:53.280+03:00<a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/meast/11/05/dujail.saddam/">Saddam Hussein was sentenced to hang yesterday.</a> Is it just me or does it seem like that news just kinda sailed over our heads here in Kuwait? I didn't go out last night, but for the people who did, was there a maseera going on or anything? Were people dancing in the street? Flashing their headlights? Dancing in their cars? Any sort of sign that we Kuwaiti's applauded this verdict? I would think that there would be considering that Kuwaiti's, in general, tend to look for any excuse to party. And this seems like a pretty good reason to get out into the street and shake your groove thang... <br /><br />.......................................................<br /><br />In honor of the verdict, and because its always fun to highlight <a href="http://www.slate.com/id/76886/">Bushs' inability to speak</a>, I give you a Bush-ism to get you through your day. I always find that a Bush-ism makes me feel better about myself, if someone as incompetent and inarticulate as Bush can become president, well then.. I could just about take over the world. <br /><br /><em>"You know, one of the hardest parts of my job is to connect Iraq to the war on terror."-Interview with CBS News, Washington D.C., Sept. 6, 2006.</em><br /><br />.......................................................<br /><br />Midterm elections are coming up tomorrow, for those of you who don't know, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midterm_elections">midterm elections are elections in the United States in which members of Congress, state legislatures, and some state governors are elected, but <strong>not</strong> the President.</a> It is a battle for control of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_House_of_Representatives">House of Representitives</a>. The world is used to the hard-core battle that is the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U.S._presidential_election">presidential election</a> or <strong>Race to the White House</strong>, but the midterm elections usually fly by, unnoticed... at least in this part of the world. This year, however, the midterm elections have been all over the news and, in fact, have been tied to nearly every piece of news that has come out... From the <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/3850989.stm">Saddam Hussein Trial</a>, to <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/11/03/AR2006110300370.html">the state of the economy</a> to <a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-na-haggard6nov06,0,7806096.story?coll=la-home-headlines">immoral conduct by evangelical preachers</a>. Democrats are spinning every news story they see into an illustration of the <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/arianna-huffington/haggard-and-the-white-hou_b_33324.html">Republican Party's refusal to live in the real world, </a> which, you have to admit, is not hard to do at this point. <br /><br />What I find amusing is that the Democrats will most probably lose the election tomorrow even though the most horrifying thing to come out of the donkey camp was <a href="http://worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=52795">Kerry's 'met-with-cricket-sounds' joke about "If you don't stay in school, you wind up stuck in Iraq."</a> ... So, it seems that <a href="http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2003/iraq/">a botched war</a>, <a href="http://www.kansascity.com/mld/kansascity/news/politics/15934986.htm">a delusional Defense Secretary</a> and two prominent Republicans going down in flames of <a href="http://bbsnews.net/article.php/20061105195945918">homosexual allegations </a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Foley_scandal">child-abuse</a> won't be enough to bring down the Republicans... at least not this year.<br /><br />..........................................................<br /><br />Now Playing: Office Chatter By: Colleagues<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116279819224237367?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1162630353519014442006-11-04T10:14:00.000+03:002006-11-04T11:52:33.756+03:00Articles reviewing the Borat movie, officially titled <em>Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan</em> are splashed all over the homepage of <a href="http://www.slate.com">Slate.com</a>. This movie has gotten more media time than <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/4692974.stm">Britney driving with her kid in her lap</a>. <br /><br />Initial reviews for the movie range from <a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2152790/nav/tap1/">"This is genius!"</a> to <a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2152772/nav/tap1/">"Borat on Da Ali G Show was better"</a>... It'll be interesting to see how Sacha Baron Cohen can manage to fill a whole movie with the antics of his Kazakhstani alter-ego. <br /><br />.....................................................<br /><br />The crew and I are developing a pretty dibilitating addiction to the CBS show <a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/">How I Met Your Mother</a>. Its currently showing on Showtime, so if you haven't seen it, you should. One episode and you'll be hooked. Consensus maintains that it is quite possibly better than <strong>F.R.I.E.N.D.S. </strong>... Don't take my word for it. Watch it and see for yourself. <br /><br />....................................................<br /><br />There are some hilarious articles featured on <a href="http://www.theonion.com">The Onion</a> today. With headlines like, <a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/54667">Kim Jong-Il Interprets Sunrise As Act Of War </a> and <a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/54718">Bush: Thousands Of Registered Democrats Needed For 'Extremely Important' Mission</a>, you just can't go wrong. Read it if you find yourself in need of a giggle today. <br /><br />....................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> I don't feel like dancing <em>By:</em> Scissor Sisters<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116263035351901444?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1162284100629394402006-10-31T09:43:00.000+03:002006-10-31T11:41:40.920+03:00I'm not one for conspiracy theories, I'm really not. Lights flying over Roswell, I don't think they were aliens. I don't think the US government has aliens sitting on ice in some freezer either, a' la <a href="http://video.barnesandnoble.com/search/product.asp?z=y&EAN=024543121381&itm=1">Independence Day</a>.(That's not to say I don't believe that aliens exist, just that if they do, I doubt they're interested in our sorry-ass planet.) <br /><br />There were a million and one conspiracy theories that came about after 9/11, especially in this part of the world. Reports of dudes jumping out of the plane <em>before </em>it hit the towers (Like jumbo jets have ejection seats!)There was talk about how Israel was behind the attacks with Bushco approval... Whatever. I think that the events that happened that day are cheapened by conspiracy theorists who see demonic connections in everything from terrorist attacks to <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/09/16/us/16spinach.html?ex=1316059200&en=ddeed2e8e3004ff8&ei=5088&partner=rssnyt&emc=rss">mass death by bad spinach</a>. <br /><br />However, that is not to say that I am not intensely curious about the hidden connections between events that appear to be mutually exclusive like the <a href="http://www.templarhistory.com/ark.html">Knights Templar and the Ark of the Covenant/Holy Grail</a>, or connections between <a href="http://www.foreignaffairs.org/20060901faessay85504/walter-russell-mead/god-s-country.html">biblical teachings and Bushs' foreign policy</a>. These things I am an avid believer in, simply because they do not defy my God-given logic. They make sense. They may be a little difficult to comprehend, but no where near as difficult as comprehending a Bush/Israel backing of the 9/11 attacks. <br /><br />Some people have called the authors of the book that I am currently re-reading conspiracy theorists. The book is <a href="http://www.grahamhancock.com/library/book.php?bookID=64">Talisman</a>. The authors, Robert Bauval and Graham Hancock. Now, I've been a fan of Graham Hancock for years and I've read everything he's written, as for Robert Bauval... the only work he's done that I've read is stuff he's done in conjunction with Hancock, namely Keeper of Genesis and Talisman. <br /><br />As far as finding obscure connections between things, <a href="http://www.grahamhancock.com/">Graham Hancock</a> takes the cake. In Keeper of Genesis (also known as <a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&EAN=9780517888520&itm=1">Message of the Sphinx</a>), which I have practically memorized, he draws connections between astrology, archeology, theology and practically every other -ology you can think of. It is a fascinating journey to figuring out when the Giza necropolis was really laid out and when the pyramids and Sphinx were actually built. It is a scintillating thesis and surprisingly easy to understand (regardless of the blank stares my colleagues at work gave me when I tried explaining it to them...) <br /><br /><a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&EAN=9780517887295&itm=3">Fingerprints of the Gods</a>, another Hancock classic, is even more mind-boggling. It deals with absolutely anything and everything under the Mesoamerican sun. <a href="http://www.crystalinks.com/nazca.html">Nazca Plains</a>, <a href="http://www.mnsu.edu/emuseum/prehistory/latinamerica/south/sites/machu_picchu.html">Machu Picchu</a>, <a href="http://www.sacred-texts.com/nam/inca/inca01.htm">Viracocha</a>, <a href="http://www.cultures.com/contests/heads/olmecs_contest_c.html">Olmec Heads</a>, Chariots in the sky... I mean <em>absolutely everything</em>. I consider this book to be the bible of investigative journalism. The parallels he draws are seamless, the transition betweens thoughts is flawless, and his writing style is fluid and easy to understand. <br /><br />Talisman, on the other hand, is a wildly gyrating piece of journalistic theater that takes you on more conspiring twists and turns than an Oliver Stone-on-crack flick would. He makes connections between Catharism, Giordano Bruno, Masonic Bibles, solar cities, Rosicrucians, French presidents, urban planning and the (apparently) low libido of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_XIII_of_France">Louis XIII</a>. It is a fascinating book, to be sure, if a little hard to follow at times. Well worth the effort if you're into weird connections... This is my fourth time attacking the book and its making more and more sense each time around. Now, that may or may not be the kind of effort you want to put into a book, but I tend to keep at things till I understand them backwards and forwards so I'm not put off by it. <br /><br />My point here (if I can even say that I have one..) is that reality tends to be much more interesting than fiction, there are things in this world that defy explanation, things that the mind reels at. These things, in my opinion, are worthier of our attention than, say, UFO's and little green men. <br /><br />I've always found it fascinating that man tends to look into space, pushing frontiers <em>out there</em>, when there are so many unexplained things rooted right here on earth. <br /><br /><br /><em>"All things on earth... are unreal; but some of them - not all, but some few only - are copies of reality... When the appearance flows in from above, it becomes an imitation of reality. But apart from the working of power from above, it remains an illusion; just as a painted portrait presents to us in appearance the body of the man we see in it, but is not in itself a human body." </em><br /><br />- Discourses of Hermes to Tat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116228410062939440?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1162125346568450542006-10-29T15:23:00.000+03:002006-10-29T15:35:46.616+03:00Ok, this is bad. Actually both the thing I'm gonna say and the fact that I'm <em>admitted</em> it are bad... I haven't read a newspaper in ages, Like two or three <em>months</em> - ages! I get my news from<strong> Reuters Oddly Enough </strong>columns and <strong>msn.com</strong> homepages... Its bad, but what can I say? Not only do international affairs bore the crap out of me, but the news is so depressing that I get all bipolar as soon as I read an article with Iraq in the title. <br /><br />Here's the only piece of news I have: <br /><br /><strong>So You Think You Can Dance</strong> Season 2 starts on MBC4 this Wednesday at 10pm KSA. <br /><br /><strong>Making the Band</strong> also starts on MBC4 on Thursday at 10pm KSA. <br /><br /><br />This is a cool website to check out when you have some down time: <br /><br /><a href="http://www.slate.com">Slate.com</a><br /><br />It has all sorts of cool articles about entertainment, politics, crime. A lot of the stuff on there is really funny, in a satirical sort of way. <br /><br />..............................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Bat Country <em>By:</em> Avenged Sevenfold<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116212534656845054?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1161889976342593192006-10-26T22:11:00.000+03:002006-10-26T22:12:56.346+03:00Now quit jamming up the streets! <br /><br />..............................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Talk <em>By:</em> Coldplay<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116188997634259319?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1161177672573036312006-10-18T16:06:00.001+03:002006-10-18T16:21:12.576+03:00<strong>M.Night Shyamalan</strong><br /><br />Say it. Go ahead and say it. Hear it roll off your tongue. Better yet. Say it in your head and feel it roll and rumble in your consciousness. <br /><br />I love that name. <strong>M.Night Shyamalan</strong>. It has a melodious, almost talismanic quality to it. Like his directorial style, it brings with it a sense of atmospheric foreboding. Like you can almost see some murky figure lingering in the vowels.. Shadowy silhouettes hiding behind the syllables. <br /><br />If it were possible for a name to hold within its consonants sanctity, to contain within its folds the power to invoke, I do believe that name would be <strong>M.Night Shyamalan</strong>.<br /><br />Judaism says that names have power. God's name, in fact, is too powerful to even utter. Angels' names are too beautiful to reveal. I believe that. I believe that some names can harbor Hermetic powers. <br /><br />My name is international, found in every language and in every religion. It is universal in its simplicity. In ancient Arabic, the meaning of it is clear; Intoxication. <br /><br />What does your name mean? <br /><br />........................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> By Your Side <em>By:</em> Sade<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116117767257303631?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1161012125469806042006-10-16T18:12:00.000+03:002006-10-16T18:22:05.510+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/bush.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/bush.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />"And so, in my State of the - my State of the Union-or state-my speech to the nation, whatever you want to call it, speech to the nation-I asked Americans to give 4,000 years-4,000 hours over the next-the rest of your life-of service to America. That's what I asked-4,000 hours." -Bridgeport, Conn., April 9, 2002.<br /><br />..... And he got elected, not once, but <strong>TWICE</strong>! This guy! Seriously? Says alot for the grass roots of America, don't it? <br /><br />...........................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Lying is the most fun(a girl can have without taking her clothes off) <em>By:</em> Panic! At the Disco<br /><br />Yes... The addiction is still going strong. <br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116101212546980604?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1160753094931621132006-10-13T18:13:00.000+03:002006-10-13T18:24:55.010+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/Panic%20At%20the%20Disco.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/Panic%20At%20the%20Disco.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />... I just can't sweat out. <br /><br />Is it just me or do they sound freakishly similar to Fall Out Boy? Same feeling, similar vocal inflections... hmmm, I smell a copy cat, but a pretty damn good one if that.<br /><br /><em>"When I say shotgun, you say wedding. Shotgun. Wedding. Shotgun. Wedding."</em> <br /><br />That is a really good line right there. You know how sometimes you hear a line in an OK song and it just brings the whole song to life? And suddenly the whole song gets better? Well, that's the line that did it for me. <br /><br />.........................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> It's time to dance <em>By:</em> PANIC! At the Disco<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116075309493162113?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1160671502040840042006-10-12T19:42:00.000+03:002006-10-12T19:45:02.043+03:00doesn't it? <br /><br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> In Repair <em>By:</em> John Mayer<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116067150204084004?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1160612312461063742006-10-12T03:16:00.000+03:002006-10-12T03:18:32.463+03:00shakli I'm gonna move to WordPress.... <br /><br /><br />.......... <br /><br />Once I can see properly that is..... <br /><br /><br />........................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Not so usual <em>By:</em> Jason Mraz<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-116061231246106374?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1159701545464733272006-10-01T14:03:00.000+03:002006-10-01T14:19:05.496+03:00I'm a big music fan, as is probably apparent seeing as how this is my second music post in less than two weeks... Anywho, I was thinking last night how there are certain albums that I can listen to without hitting the skip button once... I racked my brain and these are the albums I came up with: <br /><br />1. Every <strong>Robbie Williams </strong>album except <em>Intensive Care</em>... I think he lost the plot a bit with that one.<br /><br />2. Every <strong>Jason Mraz </strong>and <strong>John Mayer </strong>album. Any song they sing, I invariably wind up loving. <br /><br />3. <strong>Aerosmith's Oh, Yeah! The Ultimate Hits album, disc 2</strong>. <br /><br />4. <strong>Maroon 5's Songs About Jane</strong>, although <em>Must Get Out</em> tends to get the repeat treatment. <br /><br />5. Any and every <strong>Matchbox Twenty</strong> album.<br /><br />6. The <strong>Never Been Kissed</strong> soundtrack. <br /><br />7. <strong>Sugar Ray's </strong>self-titled album. <em>Disasterpiece</em> is crazy-good.<br /><br />I think that's it... <br /><br /><strong>What are some albums that you can listen to without skipping a song?</strong><br /><br /><br />Also, going back to my post about memories becoming drenched in songs and vice versa... <strong>Can you remember what the first CD you ever bought was? </strong><br /><br />Mine was <strong>EYC</strong>'s debut (only?) album...<br /><br /><br />......................................................<br /><br />Since <a href="http://caffeinatedkuwaiti.blogspot.com/">Caff</a> loved the Bush-ism so much, here's another one! <br /><br />"This notion that the United States is getting ready to attack Iran is simply ridiculous. And having said that, all options are on the table."-Brussels, Belgium, Feb. 22, 2005.<br /><br />.....................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Two Steps Behind <em>By: </em>Def Leopard <br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115970154546473327?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1159611394998152972006-09-30T13:00:00.000+03:002006-09-30T13:25:36.756+03:00Does anyone know how I can center my blog...? I can't figure out how to do it.. <br /><br />.........................................................<br /><br /><strong>Interesting piece of news: </strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/13834042/">One preacher's message: Have hotter sex<br />Minister Joe Beam says good Christian marriages walk on the wild side</a><br /><br />nabee shaikh i6ali3lina fatwa ib hal mowthoo3... <br /><br />.........................................................<br /><br /><strong>A Bush<em>-ism</em> to keep you smiling today: </strong><br /><br />"I recently met with the finance minister of the Palestinian Authority, was very impressed by his grasp of finances." - Washington, D.C., May 29, 2003.<br /><br />.........................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Covered in rain <em>By:</em> John Mayer<br /><br />- Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115961139499815297?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1159346433730121472006-09-27T11:22:00.000+03:002006-09-27T11:40:33.756+03:001. Ticking Clocks<br />2. Rooms that have more DVDs than books<br />3. People who drive at night with no lights on<br />4. The maddeningly difficult security tape that's wrapped around the edges of DVD boxes... I always chips my nails on them. <br />5. Al Gore<br />6. Screaming children (especially the ones on Super Nanny.<br />7. Skinny bitches ( This applies to both women and freakishly small dogs.) <br />8. Really fruity perfume.<br />9. People who drink a hot drink in a paper cup with a straw... so annoying. <br />10. Guys in V-necked t-shirts... bad, very bad.<br />11. People who think of what they want to say next instead of listening. <br />12. Birds<br /><br />I'm sure there's more, but I can't think of them right now. <br /><br />Damn, PMS is a biatch... <br /><br />............................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> I write sins not tragedies <em>By:</em> Panic! At the Disco<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115934643373012147?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1158747824498808182006-09-20T11:06:00.000+03:002006-09-20T13:42:08.803+03:00We're all familiar with how music can affect situations. The right Buddha Bar beat can lounge-ify any setting, Freestyler is sure to pump up any party and Barry White is practically guaranteed to get you laid... Music has the unique ability to color our lives and imprint certain memories with the pulses and lyrics of the song. So that when you hear that song again, regardless of whether its the next day or ten years later, just hearing the song will somehow take you back to that setting. <br /><br />Not all songs are connected to happy memories though, some of them can carry the residue of broken relationships, family strife and general cloudiness. Some songs that are a bit tainted for me, yet no less enjoyable include: <br /><br /><strong>1. Livin' on a Prayer - Bon Jovi<br />2. Common Pleasure - Jason Mraz<br />3. Strange Transmissions - The Peter Malick Group ft. Norah Jones </strong>(Which is nonetheless a hauntingly beautiful melody.) <br /><br /><br />All in all though, songs tend to have very pleasurable moments attached to them, at least in my case. They have marked the chapters of my life, heightened experiences, and enlightened my suroundings, bringing environments and situations into focus and allowing me to see the world as it truly is. <br /><br />So, in extreme summary, I present to you... <strong>The Score of my Life</strong>...<br /><br /><br /><strong>1. The City of Blinding Lights is forever tucked into the caverns of my heart.</strong> <br /><br />The song that highlights my two month stay in New York over Christmas of '05 is <strong>"Dance, Dance" by Fall Out Boy</strong>. The song reminds me of skating at Rockefeller Center, skipping down 5th avenue with my two best friends singing the lyrics at the top of our lungs and not giving a damn about what anyone thought. It makes me think of MTV2 and underground music clubs, thick with smoke and the whine of guitar riffs. <br /><br /><strong>2. Living the Renaissance</strong><br /><br /><em>Italy - Summer '05,</em> I spent two weeks touring every church I could find in Rome. I went on an Angels & Demons (Dan Brown Novel) tour that highlighted everything in the book and also served to illustrate the fiction that abounds in the novel. <br /><br />But, the song that says "Rome" to me is <strong>"Feel Good Inc." by The Gorillaz</strong>. I first heard the song while changing clothes in my apartment overlooking the Spanish Steps. Since that day, every time I hear the song, it takes me back to Rome, to freshwater fountains, to gelato, to Giordano Bruno and to sunsets over bell-towers...<br /><br /><strong>3. Gay it Forward</strong><br /><br />It was the summer of 2003. My best friend and I spent the summer sojourned in San Francisco, The Jewel of the Bay. We were actually taking up residence in one of the dormitories of UC Berkeley, but we might as well have stayed in SF since we spent every waking minute there. <br /><br />It was the summer of Train and cable cars. As in riding the cable cars from Union Square to Fisherman's Wharf and back and spending a day walking around Berkeley campus with <strong>Train's "My Private Nation"</strong> album on permanent repeat. <br />I even got Fireberry, who has strictly 'make me dance' taste in music, got hooked on one of their songs. That's why whenever I hear <strong>"Calling All Angels" </strong> it makes me think of me and her trying on clothes in Wet Seal and panting our way up and down the hills of San Francisco. <br /><br /><strong>4. Preppy in London pre-Mellenium Wheel</strong><br /><br />Summer of 98. Me, my mom and big bro spent the summer in London. One of the few trips to London that I actually enjoyed... I usually prefer to remain state-side.. <br /><br />This was the summer my obsession with<strong> Robbie Williams</strong> officially began. I spent the summer with <strong>"I've Been Expecting You"</strong> on repeat and <strong>"Phoenix from the Flames"</strong> Going round and round in my head. <br /><br />Its eight years later and Robbie Williams still does something to me that I can't quite explain. <br /><br /><strong>5. The Beginning of an Era</strong><br /><br />Fall of '95 - I was in Junior High, had just moved to a new school in a new neighborhood and didn't know anyone. In public schools, we used to have a day of the semester called an "Open Day" which basically meant that we could discard our checkered uniforms in favor of anything we wanted to wear, classes were suspended and we spent the school day any way we wanted... talking, laughing, playing, eating.. etc. etc. <br /><br />Well, I had brought a small portable CD player with me to school that day along with my brand new <strong>Mariah Carey</strong> cd. <strong>"Fantasy"</strong> was just starting for the third time when this little bundle of black curls came my way, asking if she could hang out and listen to the cd. I said sure and eleven years later she is still my best friend, the one who can tell everything I am feeling from a look, the one I can never hope to lie to 'cos she will pick up on it in a second. <br /><br />We still get a kick out of the fact that <strong>Mariah Carey</strong> brought us together... <br /><br /><strong>6. Bad hair and worse clothes...</strong><br /><br />The 80's were somewhat of a blur for me 'cos I was born in 83.. but I do have a soundtrack running through my head when I think of 80's moments. Sadly, that soundtrack is mostly country due to my mom's influence over my music when I was a child. <strong>Randy Travis, George Strait, Garth Brooks and Alan Jackson</strong> all make appearances in this soundtrack. <br /><br />Another person that had a big imprint on my psyche in the 80's and early 90's was <strong>Tiffany</strong>. Do you all remember Tiffany? The one-hit-wonder that sang the, now that I think of it, slightly provocative <strong>"I think we're alone now.. doesn't seem to be anyone around.." </strong> That song always reminds me of <strong>Full House</strong> 'cos I used to be addicted to that show and they did an episode featuring Tiffany. <br /><br /><br />...... That's as far back as my memory stretches... I know there are some songs that I forgot and will probably hear at some point and remember, but ... I told you it was gonna be a summary. <br /><br />.....................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> This Year's Love <em>By:</em> David Gray<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115874782449880818?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1158475378870535712006-09-17T09:06:00.000+03:002006-09-17T09:42:58.926+03:00Pope Benedict XVI ("The Pope") has fanned the fires of anti-western sentiment this past week by quoting from a book recounting a conversation between 14th century Byzantine Christian Emperor Manuel Paleologos II and an educated Persian on the truths of Christianity and Islam. <br /><br />"The emperor comes to speak about the issue of jihad, holy war," the pope said. "He said, I quote, 'Show me just what Muhammad brought that was new, and there you will find things only evil and inhuman, such as his command to spread by the sword the faith he preached.'"<br /><br />The pope neither condemned nor supported the opinion put forth in the dialogue. However, in the Arab world we have a saying. "i'sokoot 3alamat i ritha" Which means basically that "Silence is acceptance." So, the pope, by not condemning the words in the quote would appear to be supporting the sentiment. <br /><br />Ok, first of all, <em>all </em>religions have been propagated through the sword! In order to set up a foundation for a new religion, it is necessary to stand up and fight against established religions operating in the same region that you wish to share. For example, Jews had to fight against polytheists in their region i.e. the Jordan Plain. Muslims had to fight against polytheists in Mecca. And if you want to talk about evil and inhuman, crack open a book on the Crusades and Papal Inquisitions of the thirteenth century. And those crusades were against 'Christians'. <br /><br />Let me just say that I don't think the pope was intentionally trying to get Muslims riled up... I mean, seriously, who would want to do that at this point? I do think that it was an ignorant and, largely irrelevant, remark to make. Especially considering the delicate situation that the world is in and the heightened religious sensitivities. <br /><br /><strong>Bottom line:</strong> He should have known better than to say that.<br /><br />As a, some would say natural, result of those remarks, Muslims around the world have been protesting, issuing threats against the Vatican demanding a personal apology from the pope. <br /><br />The protesting (so long as its peaceful) is fine.... The demands for a personal apology is fine... But the burning of churches? The threats to suicide bomb the vatican? That, I can not condone. <br /><br />Why does everyone have such a hard time remembering the days when Jews, Muslims and Christians all co-existed peacefully. Religious tolerance is not a sign of weakness.<br />Religious moderation should not be seen as a threat. <br /><br />..................................................................<br /><br />On to... shall we say... weirder news? <br /><br />A Starbucks customer in the US who was told her free drink voucher was worthless is launching a <strong>$114m (£60m) lawsuit against the coffee colossus.</strong> (Bitch..) <br /><br />Starbucks pulled the free drink offer, saying it had been redistributed beyond its original intent.<br /><br />The woman's lawyer says <strong>$114m equals the cost of drinks for all those turned away</strong> when the company decided to cancel its offer. ($114 million?! Bowg ashkara ya3ny?)<br /><br />He hopes millions of other disappointed customers will join the legal effort. <br /><br />The company originally e-mailed the offer to employees in the south-east of the US, with instructions to forward it to family and friends. Like many popular things on the internet, the e-mail quickly got out of control, being forwarded to perhaps millions of people around the country and posted on websites. <br /><br />When Starbucks realised how many people were coming in for their free drink, it rescinded the offer. (Maybe 'cos their in the business of making money, not losing it...)<br /><br />But one customer in New York city felt so betrayed she approached a lawyer. (Bitch...) <br /><br />He is accusing the company of fraud and is requesting class action status for the lawsuit, hoping to sign-up countless others around the country who also missed out on their free drink.<br /><br />Legal experts do not think the case has much chance of winning. (Duh.) <br /><br /><br />..............................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Sexy Back <em>By:</em> Justin Timberlake <br /><br />- Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115847537887053571?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1157658172383501362006-09-07T22:24:00.000+03:002006-09-07T22:42:52.930+03:00There's a revolution happening around the world... The <strong><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otaku">Otakus</a></strong> are winning every damn competition there is! Its starting in the US... the geeks are being celebrated for who they are! Gone are the days of rediculing the helplessly uncool for not being part of the "in" crowd... Hell, these days, the geeks <em>are </em>the "in" crowd! <br /><br />So, allow me to take a moment to celebrate the Otakus!<br /><br /><strong>Exhibit A:</strong> Winner of season <strong>4</strong> of <strong>Last Comic Standing</strong>...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2h4gN-riheQ"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2h4gN-riheQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object> <br /><br /><strong>Exhibit B:</strong> Winner of season <strong>1</strong> of <strong>Last Comic Standing</strong>....<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQ7Ux60F-CA"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQ7Ux60F-CA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object> <br /><br /><strong>Exhibit C:</strong> Winner of season <strong>5</strong> of <strong>American Idol</strong><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3eRKXK5xBI"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3eRKXK5xBI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><strong>Exhibit D:</strong> Winner of season <strong>2</strong> of <strong>So You Think You Can Dance?</strong><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E0uRA1pGKqg"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E0uRA1pGKqg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><strong>Exhibit E: <em>The Original Otaku</em></strong><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VwRUIPCMggc"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VwRUIPCMggc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Pretty convincing, don't ya think? <br /><br />I say its about time the geeks took over! <br /><br />..........................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Blitzkreig Bop <em>By:</em> The Ramones<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115765817238350136?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1157443353943877222006-09-05T10:28:00.000+03:002006-09-05T11:10:00.423+03:00If <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14576440/">this</a> is true, John Mayer ra7 i6ee7 min 3ainy ib shakil moo 6abee3y! (<strong>Skunk:</strong> That means John Mayer is going to fall out of my eyes.... wait... that doesn't really translate... It means he's gonna lose some of his credibility. There you go, that's what it means) <br /><br />Shinoo ya3ny he goes for Miss. Yeah-but-is-this-chicken?! I'm all for opposites attracting and what-not, but this is rediculous! What could he possibly see in her? I mean, yeah the chick is hot and she's got a slamming body, but I would think that John Mayer (on account of his songs) would see beyond superficial stuff like that. The girl is a bimbo with a capital- B! And to all you Jess fans out there, I'm sorry, but I don't buy the whole "I'm just acting stupid." bit. <em>No one is that good of an actress.</em> Even Nick Lachey, who isn't really cooking on all four burners either, got sick of her eventually. 3ayal someone as smart and insightful as John Mayer ishbisowy feeha? <br /><br />I think its just a fling... She's going around banging all the hot, 'legit' musicians. She started with what's-his-face from Maroon 5 and now she's attacking John Mayer... I say 'fine', if John Mayer wants to bang her a couple of times... whatever, you know?... its his life... but if he starts seriously dating her, shit... his credibility is gonna fly out the window! <br /><br /><strong>Note to Jess:</strong> This is not how you gain credibility.<br /><br />How about singing one song where it doesn't sound like you're having an orgasm in the middle of it? How about writing one song that doesn't talk about how great it was that you <em>saved</em> yourself for marriage? How about that? Hell, even your little sister manages to inject a little raw emotion into her songs! but you? nooooooooo, its all about the ooooh's and aaaaaah's and nothing-but-T-shirts-on's! <br /><br />9ij maskhara... (<strong>Skunk:</strong> that means "What a load of crap") <br /><br />oh and P.S. Bush? <strong>Islamofascist</strong> is not a word just because you wanna make it one! <br /><br />............................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Where are you going? <em>By:</em> Dave Matthews Band<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115744335394387722?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1156938027083505312006-08-30T13:47:00.000+03:002006-08-30T15:59:21.313+03:00Dear Yahoo!<br /><br />We need to talk about our relationship. As you know, we have been intimately involved ever since I locked eyes on you. I was drawn to how fun and lively you were... not to mention that Yahoo used to be an uber-cool word to throw around. I put my trust in you completely, from e-mails to news to daily games of Mah Jong... you were my go-to site for everything. <br /><br />But things have changed. I feel like you don't understand me anymore. Its like, when I try to embrace you, you completely shut me out. Why? I need to know... Is it me? Did I overstep my clicking boundaries. Because, honestly, its like we're speaking different languages. <br /><br />And then, you had to go and change everything I loved about you. You used to be so streamlined and easy to navigate. And now, you've got stuff coming out of every orifice and it takes forever to get to the point of what I want. You used to satisfy me in <em>seconds</em>, now it takes minutes in addition to the inevitable wrong turn or two...<br /><br />But I said 'fine'. I didn't shut you out just because you got a new look. Lord knows I haven't always looked my best in front of you... but then you started hanging out with really weird people. People who sit in oversized recliners in what I can only describe as 70's-style living rooms, talking to me about your 'star potential'. What the hell, Yahoo!? You were a star when I first met you. And now, this reject from the 70's is telling you you have star potential and you eat it up like Jesus crackers? <br /><br />And if that wasn't enough, you start slumming with spastic, botox'd bimbos in tight tennis skirts! Come on, man... you know at least a dozen other Yahoo's have been in her hoo-ha... There's probably a reason why, despite her facial disfigurement, she is so "popular". <br /><br />Speaking of bimbos, who is that fag in the rent-a-suit with the Yahoo that belongs at Chip and Dales? Seriously, why are you gutter-bumping? You used to be so classy... <br /><br />I was willing to overlook all that, Yahoo! I really was, but then you started fucking around with Mah Jong and I'm sorry, but that just won't do. <br /><br />So, I'm writing this letter to tell you that its over. And its <strong>not</strong> me, its you. <br /><br />Since, I'm pouring my heart out, I may as well tell you that I'm seeing someone else. His name is Google and I think we're gonna be really happy together. Its like, even when he can't help me with something, he directs me to someone who can. He understands me.. he even finishes my sentences for me. We're mind-melding. <br /><br />I'm sure you'll find someone out there who still believes in you, but I just can't do it anymore. I really can't. <br /><br /><br />Sincerely, <br /><br />KrispyDixie<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115693802708350531?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1156690457100343072006-08-27T17:25:00.001+03:002006-08-27T17:54:17.153+03:00For the past few days, every time I stop for a second, the song "Body Language" by Queen pops into my head. And its always at the exact same mag6a3. The part that goes: <br /><br /><em>'Look at meeeeeeee! I got a case'a body language...'</em><br /><br />Its weird, but its true... <br /><br />.....................................................<br /><br />I'm getting a serious case of Broadway fever. I have a <strong>'Broadway'</strong> playlist on my iPod and its on a perpetual repeat/shuffle cycle. Some of my faves: <br /><br />- <strong>You can't stop the beat</strong> from <strong>Hairspray</strong><br />- <strong>La Vie Boheme</strong> from <strong>RENT</strong><br />- <strong>All That Jazz</strong> from <strong>Chicago</strong><br />- <strong>Seasons of Love</strong> from <strong>RENT</strong><br /><br />This must be where my sudden appreciation of <strong>Queen</strong> is coming from... Their stuff is very broadwayzy... and no, I'm not concerned that broadwayzy isn't actually a word.<br /><br />.....................................................<br /><br /><em>Everybody wants to be a cat<br />because the cat's the only cat who knows where its at... <br />When playing jazz you always have a welcome mat <br />'cos everybody digs a swinging cat... </em><br /><br /><br /><br />Without further ado... <br /> I give you..... <br /><br /> <strong>The Peach</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/peach%20undercover.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/peach%20undercover.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />...........................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> I don't wanna be <em>By:</em> Gavin DeGraw<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115669045710034307?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1156450324336753302006-08-24T22:56:00.000+03:002006-08-24T23:12:04.616+03:00<a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/space/20060824/sc_space/breakingnewsplutodemotednolongeraplanet">Astronomers have argued since the late 1990s, however, on whether to demote Pluto. Public support for Pluto has weighed heavily on the debate.</a><br /><br />* This is perhaps the funniest thing I've heard all day! <br /><br />.......................................................................<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115645032433675330?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1156022037824569072006-08-19T23:57:00.000+03:002006-08-20T00:13:57.853+03:00<em>Let's go down to the water's edge, <br />and we can cast away those doubts...<br />Some things are better left unsaid, <br />but they still turn me inside out....</em><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><strong>*</strong> Why is compassion such a scarce commodity these days? Is it a matter of my own awareness? Or have humans, collectively, begun to lose their sense of compassion? <br /><br />Where has the empathy gone? And why is it all coming down to apathy instead? <br /><br /><strong>*</strong> Why did my life get to this point? In this way? Where was the wrong turn? Is it even my fault? <br /><br /><strong>*</strong> Why is the outside a complete 180 from what's inside? <br /><br /><strong>*</strong> Why don't people see me the way I see myself? Am I really that intimidating? <br /><br /><strong>*</strong> Why do I get the feeling that nothing really matters? That its all a zero-sum game... and none of us can really ever win?<br /><br /><strong>*</strong> Why couldn't I have you? ... Or someone remarkably like you? <br /><br /><strong>*</strong> Why is it that when I'm sitting in a restaurant or cafe' and my eyes suddenly lock onto a guy, he stops short... looking like a deer caught in the headlights..?<br /><br />When will I look into the eyes of a man and know that he's strong enough to catch me?<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/banner-john-mayer-en_edited.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/banner-john-mayer-en_edited.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />---------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />I beginning to realize how uncomfortable I am with the concept of <strong>infinity</strong>... Its scaring the shit out of me. The concept is haunting me, telling me that no matter how hard I run, no matter how many times I switch things up... It'll always be there.. That victory belongs to it and it alone. <br /><br />................................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> November Rain <em>By:</em> G&R<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115602203782456907?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1155839923402522842006-08-17T21:35:00.000+03:002006-08-17T21:38:43.430+03:00When aliens look down at us from space... and they see us slaving away on our treadmills... can their only logical conclusion be that we're insane....? <br /><br />..........................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Ramalama (Bang Bang) <em>By:</em> Roisin Murphy<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115583992340252284?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1155472492867703412006-08-13T15:21:00.000+03:002006-08-13T15:34:52.900+03:00<a href="http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/londoncuts/articles/19903160?version=1">iPods could make you hallucinate!</a><br /><br />This article reads like a joke! Seriously, who is this brillliant <em>'scientist'</em> who came up with this load of shit? <br /><br />Dr. Aziz's study involved <em>30</em> sufferers of this so-called <strong>condition</strong>... talk about your skewed sample... <br /><br />And whose to say they weren't psychotic <em>before</em> they got their iPods? <br /><br /><em>"...musical hallucinations can be quite distressing." </em> <br /><br /><em>musical hallucinations are distressing??</em> you know what's distressing? <strong>Cancer</strong> is distressing! <strong>AIDS</strong> is distressing! <br />Starving children in Africa! That's distressing.... Musical hallucinations? really? <br /><br />In the words of Carlos Mencia, why <em>the fuck</em> is this news? <br /><br />..................................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> American Baby <em>By:</em> Dave Matthews Band<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115547249286770341?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1154702289749625662006-08-04T16:25:00.000+03:002006-08-04T17:38:10.016+03:00Have you noticed how practically every artist who has reached or passed the 30 year mark in their career is, unquestionably, a <strong>FREAK</strong>?? <br /><br />What is it about freaks? They are, in their own ways, undeniably talented and, yet, there is something, <em>unconnected to the music</em>, about them that grabs our attention and refuses to let go. Seriously, the safe, predictable, stable artists never have careers that last for more than a decade at the most. The <strong>FREAKS</strong>, it would seem, never die... Some of these artists are positively <em>ancient</em>! and yet, there they are shaking their asses like it was 1979! <br /><br />Let's review the evidence, shall we?<br /><br />..........................................................<br /><br />From <strong>Virgin</strong> to <strong>Erotica</strong> to <strong>Frozen</strong>... Is there <em>anyplace</em> this b*tch has dared not go? <br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/ffrozen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/ffrozen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Those lips... That body ... <em>*shudders*</em> ... <strong>The Rooster</strong>.... <br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/mick%20jagger.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/mick%20jagger.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />A living legend... undeniably a freak of nature.... Was there a better <em>"feel-good"</em> song than <strong>Crocodile Rock</strong>?<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/elton_john.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/elton_john.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Correction:</strong> There was and it was called <strong>"Wake me up before you go-go"</strong>.... In my opinion, the most original, talented artist of our time... The smooth vocals, the beyond-honest lyrics, the catchy melodies and hypnotic videos. <br /><br /><strong>With George Michael, no two decades were ever alike...</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/gmic_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/gmic_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />And the father of all <strong>FREAKS</strong>....<br /><br />Whether you believe he did it or not, you still bop your head to Billie Jean... You still scream along with Dirty Diana... and, whether you admit it or not, you still tear up a bit at Man in the Mirror. Unquestionably, the most famous man in the world. The quintessential show man. The artist with the most trademarked moves of all time. The one, the only... <strong>The freakiest of Freaks</strong>... <br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/michael-jackson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/michael-jackson.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <br /><br />The freaks are the artists that have survived. The freaks are the ones who refuse to fade out of the boundaries of our collective awareness. The freaks are the ones who challenge us... The ones who force the evolution of our musical tastes... The ones who illuminate, enlighten and elucidate... They are the ones who have stood by us, providing us with something to relate to... The ones we grew up with and who remain dear and familiar to us as we move through our lives... They document our experiences.. And their songs.. their songs are like little tabs on our lives, whenever we hear one of them, it invariably takes us back to the hour, the day, the event that is forever embedded in 2-3 minutes of pulse, bass and emotion. <br /><br />To the freaks of days gone by.... I salute you. <br /><br /><strong>Vive Le Freaks! </strong> <br /><br />.......................................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Father Figure <em>By:</em> George Michael<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115470228974962566?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1154517873852497082006-08-02T12:43:00.000+03:002006-08-02T14:24:34.150+03:00<a href="http://msnbc.msn.com/id/14095532/site/newsweek/">I wanna see thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis</a><br /><br />.............................................................<br /><br /><a href="http://movies.msn.com/movies/article.aspx?news=229243&GT1=7701">As if making a quote-unquote anti-semetic film weren't enough...</a><br /><br />.............................................................<br /><br />You know what pisses me off?? people who drive... fast... <b>at dusk</b>... without their frickin' headlights on!!! <br /><br />.............................................................<br /><br />There's a song called <strong>"Brand new Jones"</strong> By a guy called <strong>Thicke</strong>. Listen to it and tell me if I'm way off, but I'm convinced the song's about masturbation.... <br /><br />..............................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Bohemian Rhapsody <em>By:</em> Queen<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115451787385249708?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1154290382779007782006-07-30T22:52:00.000+03:002006-07-30T23:13:02.836+03:00Since we bloggerettes invaded <strong>Purgatory's</strong> 'turf', I'm not gonna rub salt into it by doing 'tidbits'! Suffice to say, it was a great night. <br /><br /><strong>Good food + good company = Righteously wicked evening</strong><br /><br />So, I have a pair of sandals. Sandals that, at one time, were my favorite. To make a long story short, these sandals were unwittingly involved in an experience that I would rather not be reminded of. So, after this experience, I kind of cut these sandals out of my life. They were banished to <em>'no mans land'</em> AKA the back of my closet. I haven't seen them or worn them in probably two months... <br /><br />Well, they came out tonight and I am happy to say we have officially reconciled. <br /><br /><strong>P.S.</strong> <em>That</em> should have been my brag tonight! <br /><br />..................................................................<br /><br />You know that <strong>Meatloaf</strong> song "I would do anything for love (but I won't do that)"? What is the <strong>'that'</strong> that he is talking about? I'm curious. I forget about it, then I hear the song somewhere and I get curious again. What is it that he won't do? ... Allow another man to join them in bed...? dress up in her lingerie and let her put make up on him?? <strong>WHAT IS IT?!??!</strong><br /><br />..................................................................<br /><br />Ok... I'm gonna do it... Here come the tidbits! <br /><br /><em>'I wanna get a tattoo, but somewhere where I can't see it!'</em><br /><br /><em>'This "Blogger"!'</em><br /><br /><em>'You remind me of Uma Thurman'</em><br /><br /><em>'Shinoo? Listitik nafs listity!!?'</em><br /><br /><em>'Let's go down to the gutter'</em><br /><br /><em>'English! English!'</em><br /><br /><em>'I was jam3iying'</em><br /><br /><em>'I wanna see you translate that!'</em><br /><br /><em>'I'm pregnant and I can get away with whatever I want!'</em><br /><br /><em>'Pap reminds me of something else'</em><br /><br />.... and the <strong>MOTHER of ALL TIDBITS</strong>......<br /><br /><em>'Hatha mai jooz shar3an!'</em><br /><br />..........................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Pretty Fly (for a white guy) <em>By:</em> The Offspring<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115429038277900778?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1154031037401462322006-07-27T22:46:00.000+03:002006-07-27T23:10:37.636+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/Picture2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/Picture2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong>- Funny, but true...</strong><br /><br />I was online this afternoon, trying to get my f*cked-up DSL to work properly when my cell rings. I look at the ID and see a jumble of numbers. My mom is in the states so I'm thinking maybe its her. I pick up and its this guy. <br /><br /><strong>Him:</strong> Salam 3alaikum ikhty... <br /><strong>Me:</strong> Wa 3alaikum i salam<br /><strong>Him:</strong> Lo sima7tay? so2aal? Intay kuwaitiya? <br /><br />?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?! I'm thinking: <em>"Int shakoo??"</em> ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?<br /><br /><strong>Me:</strong> Ee... <br /><strong>Him:</strong> So2al thany... hatha al-ahmidy?<br /><br />?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?! I'm thinking: <em>"Shi' salfa? Is he taking census or something?"</em> ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?<br /><br /><strong>Me:</strong> La2. nimr '3ala6. (I was starting to get pissed here so there was a clip of anger in my voice.. Plus he made me say it twice, which I hate) <br /><strong>Him:</strong> Inzain... aakhir so2al... Ishlon tabdee arqaam il ahmady? <br /><br />?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? <em>Na3am?! Ish' shayifny?!?! badaala!</em> ?!?!?!?!?!?!??!<br /><br /><strong>Me:</strong> Ishdarani?? <br /><strong>Him:</strong> Lo sima7tay ikhty.. mumkin as2ilich laish itkalmeeny ib ha 6areeqa??<br /><strong>Me:</strong> Ishlon? <br /><strong>Him:</strong> Abee a3arif into il kuwaitiyeen laish shayfeen roo7kum 3ala i so3oodiyeen chithi? Intay mo awal wala aakhir wa7da itkalim is3oody chithi.. Abee a3arif laish? chithi itridoon lina il jameel?<br /><br />?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!? I am in shock at this point.. ?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?! <br /><br /><strong>Me:</strong> Jameel shinoo bi thab6?!?! Shoof okhoy, int daag 3alay.. laat 3arifny wala it3arif thoroofy wala it3arif shay 3any! ana maanee fathiya ag3ad oo atnaqash wiyaak 6abi3 il kuwaitiyeen! <br /><br />I shut the phone at this point.... Seriously, who the hell does this guy think he is?? Calling me out of the clear, blue sky <em>AND</em> he has the audacity to lecture me about the GCC-ness of my fellow kuwaities!? oo il mushkilla inna I wasn't even rude to him!! ya3ny ashkara daag oo ohwa mi7tar! <br /><br /><strong>P.S.</strong> He was speaking with a thick Saudi accent... Its not recreated in the dialogue 'cos I'm not sure of most of the words, so I switched them with kuwaiti words. <br /><br /><strong>P.P.S.</strong> My apologies to <strong>Skunk</strong> who can't understand this part of the post. If you really want to know what happened, ask me and I'll e-mail you the translated version. K? :)<br /><br /><br />.........................................................<br /><br />Pssssssssssssssst..... Come Closer.... I got a secret.........<br />I've figured out where all the hot guys in Kuwait go to hide....... <br /><br />Are you ready for this? ....... <br /><br />This is where they are........<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/ikea.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/ikea.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Don't ask me why? but I was there the other night.... chock full of hot guys... hot guys looking at lounge chairs... hot guys contemplating picture frames... hot guys testing out beds! (can you say yum?!) and best of all, <em>none</em> of the hot guys I saw were with girls who looked like they might be wives!!! <br /><br /><strong>Note to self:</strong> Must find more reasons to go to IKEA.....<br /><br />...............................................................<br /><br />No reason for this, but he's my favorite <strong>Rent</strong> character.....<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/mark%20rent.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/mark%20rent.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />................................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Interstate Love Song <em>By:</em> Stone Temple Pilots<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115403103740146232?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1153700458436803562006-07-24T02:37:00.000+03:002006-07-24T03:20:58.723+03:00BEST:<br />1. Male friend: <strong>7</strong><br />2. Female friend: <strong>Fireberry</strong><br />3. Vacation: <strong>NYC for Thanksgiving, X-mas and New Years of '05</strong><br /><br />WORST:<br />1. Time of day: <strong>Late afternoon</strong><br />2. Day of the week: <strong>They're all the same to me</strong><br />3. Color crayon: <strong>Purple... its just gay. </strong><br /><br />LAST:<br />1. Person you talked to that goes/went to your school: <strong>Shaima</strong><br />2. Talked to on the phone: <strong>Doc Lost</strong><br />3. Text: <strong>7</strong><br />4. Person who Instant Messaged: <strong>hem Doc Lost (The guy was pissed and needed to vent!! :P) </strong><br /><br />TODAY:<br />1. What are you doing now: <strong>@ my desk typing this and listening to Matchbox 20</strong><br />2. Wearing: <strong>A purple T-shirt (gay, I know :P), and track suit bottoms... freezing my a** off! </strong><br /><br />TOMORROW:<br />1. Is: <strong>Just another day</strong><br />2. Got any plans: <strong>Nope... but I bet there'll be a Starbucks run in there somewhere !</strong><br />3. Goal: <strong>Somehow get my new Venetian blinds hung on my window...</strong><br />4. Dislikes about tomorrow: <strong>None... yet</strong><br /><br />FAVORITE:<br />1. Number: <strong>1.618</strong><br />2. Song: <strong>oooh tough one... probably Deuces are wild by Aerosmith</strong><br />3. Color: <strong>black</strong><br /><br />CURRENTLY:<br />1. Missing Someone: <strong>Yeah, my mom who's in the states</strong><br />2. Mood: <strong>Frustrated</strong><br />3. Wanting: <strong>Progression</strong><br /><br />TRUE/FALSE:<br />I am a cuddler: <strong>Unknown</strong><br />I am a morning person: <strong>Depends how much caffeine I get</strong><br />I am a perfectionist: <strong>Nope</strong><br />I am an only child: <strong>nope</strong><br />I am currently in my pajamas: <strong>I don't believe in pajamas</strong><br />I am currently pregnant: <strong>hahahahaha, not unless its immaculate!!</strong><br />I am currently suffering from a broken heart: <strong>No one's gotten close enough for that</strong><br />I am left handed: <strong>nope</strong><br />I am addicted to Blogging: <strong>nope</strong><br />I am online 24/7: <strong>nope</strong><br />I am very shy around the opposite gender: <strong>No</strong><br />I can be paranoid at times: <strong>not really...</strong><br />I currently have a crush on someone: <strong>hehehehe no.. my life is depressingly devoid of excitement :P</strong><br />I currently regret something that I have done: <strong>Yeah kind of.. but its not that important</strong><br />I enjoy country music: <strong>hell no!</strong><br />I enjoy smoothies: <strong>depends on the flavor</strong><br />I enjoy talking on the phone: <strong>no, I try to keep it to a minimum</strong><br />I have a hard time paying attention at school/work: <strong>YES!!!!</strong><br />I have a hidden talent: <strong>Yeah... and I'm not telling</strong><br />I have a lot to learn: <strong>Hell Yeah!</strong><br />I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal: <strong>I do... and I'm not telling that one either... its reserved for when I'm on Dr. Phil!</strong><br /><br />ANGER<br />1. Are you currently mad at someone? <strong>I wouldn't say mad... annoyed maybe</strong><br />2. Which of your friends has the worst temper? <strong>none of them... </strong><br />3. Have you ever thrown something at anyone? <strong>Yeah, Popcorn.... Snowballs... M&M's... </strong><br />4. Ever had something thrown at you? <strong>See above question and add remote control</strong><br />5. When you’re mad do you prefer to stare angrily or yell and scream? <strong>Stare as I simmer, then yell when I boil over (which doesn't happen alot)...</strong><br /><br />EXCITEMENT<br />1. Has anyone ever thrown you a surprise party for you? <strong>no</strong><br />2. Are you easily excited? <strong>I used to be, but I'm calming down more and more every year..</strong><br />3. What are you most excited about? <strong>Words in any form</strong><br />4. If you won a million dollars what would be your first thought? <strong>I need to give Warren Buffet a call...</strong><br />5. If you could have anything right now what would it be? <strong>The lead singer of the Pussycat Doll's hair, face, body and voice!! Damn, she's sexy!</strong><br /><br />SELF-DISCOVERY<br />1. Name: <strong>Layla</strong><br />2. Where were you born? <strong>Arlington, Texas</strong><br />3. What’s your main goal in life? <strong>To open a business and spend the rest of my days reading and writing.</strong><br />4. How do you want to die? <strong>Painlessly</strong><br /><br />OPINIONS<br />1. Sex before marriage? <strong>Whatever works for you </strong><br />2. Gay Marriage? <strong>I'm alright with it</strong><br />3. Lower the Drinking age? <strong>Hell no!! How about raising it?!?!</strong> <br />4. Recycling? <strong>*grunts* its kind of a redundant idea if you ask me...</strong><br /><br />DREAMS<br />1. What was your latest dream? <strong>Dreamt I was married and had cut off all my hair and was being scolded for it by my friends..</strong><br />2. Have any of your dreams come true? <strong>not yet..</strong><br />3. What was the weirdest dream you’ve ever had? <strong>It was about Judgement Day... It still freaks me out when I think about it...</strong><br /><br />PERSONAL<br />1. Straight, Gay, Bi? <strong>straight</strong> <br />2. Do you have a bf/gf? <strong>nope</strong><br />3. Do you have a crush? <strong>Hey! you already asked me that!</strong><br />4.How many beds did you lay in yesterday? <strong>5 or 6 (before you get any ideas, I was testing beds in department stores !)</strong><br />5.What color shirt are you wearing? <strong>i told u! purple!</strong><br />6.Name one thing that you do everyday? <strong>Drink Starbucks</strong><br />7.What color are your walls? <strong>Olive Green</strong><br />8.How much cash do you have on you right now? <strong>hmmm 15 KD and some change</strong><br />9.I can’t wait till...? <strong>The man I'm supposed to marry wanders into my vicinity...</strong><br />10.When was the last time you saw your dad? <strong>at 11 o'clock tonight when he came in to say good night</strong><br />11.What did you have for dinner last night? <strong>nothing</strong><br />12.What’s the last piece of clothing you borrowed from someone? <strong>i never borrow clothes</strong><br />13.What website(s) do you visit the most during the day? <strong>Google, Hotmail, various blogs...</strong><br />14.Does anything hurt on your body right now? <strong>my back from this damn chair!</strong><br /><br />HAVE YOU EVER:<br />1. Have you ever failed a class? <strong>no</strong><br />2. Have you ever sung in front of a crowd? <strong>no, they would crucify me!</strong><br />3. Have you ever not taken a shower for 3 days? <strong>yeah, when I had surgery</strong><br />4. Have you ever slept with a night light? <strong>I'm sure I did at one point...</strong><br />5. Have you ever danced in the rain? <strong>Yup, NYC Rules!!</strong><br />6. Have you ever lied? <strong>Hell Yeah! I used to be something of a pathological liar..</strong><br />7. Have you ever had contacts? <strong>Yup and thank God for LASEK!</strong><br />8. Have you ever tripped over something stupid? <strong>All the time and its usually the cat!</strong><br /><br />PICK ONE:<br />1. Samosa, Pakora, Kebab: <strong>samosa</strong><br />2. Bollywood, Lollywood, Hollywood: <strong>What the hell is lollywood!?</strong><br />3. Love marriage, Arranged marriage: <strong>Whichever makes it happen!</strong><br />4. Honeymoon, no moon: <strong>Long a** honeymoon!</strong><br />5. How many kids would u like 1,2, 3+: <strong>4, two of each</strong><br />6. Kulfi, Ice cream: <strong>neither</strong><br />7. Shah ruk khan, Orlando Bloom: <strong>Shah Ruk khan.. Orlando is soooooo gay!</strong><br />8. Meenar-e-Pakistan, Eiffel Tower: <strong>Empire State Building!</strong><br />9. Lahore, Khi, Islambad: <strong>I don't understand the question... :/</strong><br /><br /><br />Well, that was.... therapeutic in a way... that's it for me.. Adios, folks...<br /><br />...........................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Disease <em>By:</em> Matchbox Twenty<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115370045843680356?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1153597356140509092006-07-22T22:32:00.000+03:002006-07-22T22:47:42.373+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/photo_the-fray_profile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/photo_the-fray_profile.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />So, the band is not really new. Their album <strong>How To Save A Life</strong> was apparently out last year. They have this new song (which plays on 99.7) called <strong>Over My Head</strong>. Good Song. Solid Lyrics. Catchy Melody. All around A+ song. I liked it (and as I usually do when I'm intrigued by a song, voice, whatever), I checked out some of the other songs on the album. There are some good tracks on there. <strong>Unsaid</strong>, <strong>All At Once</strong> and <strong>Look After You</strong> stand out as winners. My favorite has got to be <strong>Look After You</strong>. The lyrics, beautifully subtle... The yearning, so sublimely eloquent... The melody, so haunting & melancholy... <br /><br />Here are some of the lyrics from it:<br /><br /><em>If I don't say this now I will surely break <br />As I'm leaving the one I want to take <br />Forgive the urgency but hurry up and wait <br />My heart has started to separate <br /><br />There now, steady love, so few come and don't go <br />Will you won't you, be the one I always know <br />When I'm losing my control, the city spins around <br />You're the only one who knows, you slow it down </em><br /><br />Don't take my word for it, check it out yourself....<br /><br />...............................................................<br /><br />Now Playing: Over My Head (Cable Car) By: The Fray<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115359735614050909?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1153411986229869542006-07-20T18:43:00.000+03:002006-07-20T19:55:12.936+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/lost.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/lost.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />So, I've been ploughing through the second season of <strong>LOST</strong>. I went through the first one pretty quickly, all the while complaining to <a href="http://mainstreamnothing.blogspot.com">7</a> about how boring it was. He kept telling me it'll get better by the second season and I was, at the time, unemployed so I figured 'what the hell?'... there's not much else on TV, so I'll see what everyone has been going on about. <br /><br />Ok, first off, 7 was right, the second season is <em>waaaaay</em> better than the first. However, I do have some logistical problems with the show... mainly,<br /><br />- <strong>Why the f*ck is everyone still hairless?!?!</strong> Ok, I get the fact that they found some razors on the plane, ok? I get that. But did they find a frickin' <em>shipment</em> of razors! There's no way we can be more than two months into their stay on the <em>even-God-doesn't-know-its-here </em> island and they still have an ample supply! Not one of them has opted to grow a beard! not one! <strong>And the girls!?</strong> they are still as hairless and gorgeous as when they landed! How the hell is that possible!? I find it hard to believe that every woman on the island found her supply of hair products.. I'm sorry, but I can't believe that... Even that freaky french chick from the jungle who's been there for <strong>16+ years</strong> is still hairless with decidedly non-bushy eyebrows... Women who have succumbed to nature <strong>DO NOT</strong> look like that! <br /><br />- Oh, and if Sawyer is such a great con man, how come he hasn't hustled everyone out of their supply of razors?? I'll tell ya why, its 'cos everyone on the island has access to the Huki-Lau Walgreens, that's why! <br /><br />- Why did they kill of Shannon and Boone? I get that Shannon wanted to leave to do that movie, but why Boone?? Boone was useful... He was young, athletic, definite reproduction-partner material should they ever decide to thoroughly populate the island.. Why?!?! Plus, it didn't hurt that he is positively gorgeous... so, why kill him?? <br /><br />- My fave characters are: Saeed (just 'cos there's something about him that I find very attractive. And Sawyer (Those dimples, that body, that accent... *sigh*) <br /><br />- So far my favorite episode has been the one where Evan Handler comes on to guest star as bald-headed, robe clad David. He was really good in that episode. <br /><br /><br />Ok... On to the next show. I have been fascinated with <strong>CSI</strong> ever since it first came out. I'm not talking about CSI New York or CSI Miami, those are cheap imitations. The original <strong>CSI: Vegas</strong> is and always will be the bomb! I love Grissom!! Love, Love, Love him... I like everyone else too, but he is amazing... <br /><br />But how come every time they go to investigate a scene that's dark, they always pull out these teeny-weeny flashlights?? Don't they have anything bigger than that..? and another thing, how come it takes them forever to switch on the lights?? Its very dramatic, yes, but highly unlikely to occur in real life... <br /><br />Anywho, I'm starting my new job at the beginning of August which means I have about ten days to go through Season 2 of LOST and at that point, I will proceed to cut the umbilical cord... wish me luck <br /><br />................................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> You can't always get what you want <em>By:</em> The Rolling Stones <br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115341198622986954?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1152450232601908252006-07-09T16:01:00.000+03:002006-07-09T16:15:22.583+03:00*Click on pic for larger view*<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/02-07-06_1849_edited.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/02-07-06_1849_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong>You gonna die a moron...</strong><br /><br />..............................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Easy Easy <em>By:</em> INXS<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115245023260190825?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1151936626358481762006-07-03T16:53:00.000+03:002006-07-03T17:23:46.433+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/kleopatra.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/kleopatra.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Kleopatra by Karen Essex</strong><br /><br />This is maybe the third or fourth time I've read this book. It is an incredible book, by any standard. Historically authentic, the author takes you beyond the facts into the world that Kleopatra inhabited. The book chronicles her life from a child up to when she assumed the crown at the age of nineteen. It is a heady, intoxicating drama which draws you in and refuses to let go. It is the quintessential page-turner. When you read it, you feel as if you are truly in Alexandria or on a royal barge travelling up and down the Nile. The imagery that the author draws is impeccable, the words she chooses are perfect. For a debut novel, this is magnificent. <br /><br />There is a sequel called Pharoah, which picks up where the first book leaves off. It is in this book that you'll find most of the imagery that is most frequently associated with Kleopatra; her marriage to Marcus Antonious, her meetings, courtship and subsequent marriage to Julius Ceasar (including the infamous rug scene) and the ending that pretty much everyone is familiar with. The sequel is a good book in its own right, but somehow I keep coming back to the first one, Kleopatra. There's something about this book that really appeals to me. <br /><br /><em>Conclusion:</em> A must read... over and over and over again. <br /><br /><br />.......................................................<br /><br />I'm reading <strong>Dispatches from the Edge</strong> by CNN Anchorman Anderson Cooper. The book is very gripping so far. I like his writing style. Its very fluid and symmetrical. I like how he hops back and forth through his life, from his beginnings as an anchorman to his childhood to his present-day assignments covering everything from wars to natural disasters. It is as if he is unstuck in time. <br /><br />I had an odd thought though while I was reading the book. I was at a part where he discusses his experience covering the tsunami and all the disasters that followed. And I couldn't help but think. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, Mother Earth ruled her domain unequivocally. Human beings were insignificant in the grand scheme of things. As far as Earth was concerned, we were not a threat. Now, global population is at what 6 billion or something, up from <em>maybe</em> half a million at the start. Humans are very much a threat to Earth at this point. Perhaps that is the true reason natural disasters seem to be occurring much more frequently and much more dramatically than ever before. Its because, very much like a parasite, human beings are leeches; sucking and draining the Earth of everything she has. Taking, taking and never giving. The status quo has been forever altered. <br /><br /><strong>Perhaps these natural disasters are Earth's way of defending herself. </strong><br /><br />All I know for sure is that no species, no matter how dominant, can take on an entire planet. If there is one thing that remains elusive and, in fact, indifferent to human progress, it is the weather. We can't control it, we will never be able to control it. One of these days, Earth is gonna blow her top... and my only hope is that I am already dead by then. <br /><br />.................................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Gone Going <em>By:</em> Black Eyed Peas ft. Jack Johnson<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115193662635848176?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1151491007356450042006-06-28T13:26:00.000+03:002006-06-28T13:49:39.590+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/closeup.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/closeup.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />What's with the new toothpaste flavors?? Apple? Orange? <strong>CHOCOLATE??!!</strong> Toothpaste is supposed to taste like toothpaste. Not like fruit and, definately <strong>NOT</strong> like chocolate! ewww... I shudder just thinking about it. Oh, and P.S. these toothpaste companies don't seem that confident in their new product. At the end of their commercial, it goes "At7adaak itjaribhaa!!" <strong>Excuse me??</strong> Since when is it a good advertising tactic to <em>double-dog dare</em> someone to try your products? Next, they're gonna be begging us to try it... <br /><br />...........................................................<br /><br />Why is it that Kuwaiti men seem to think that me sipping on my iced latte' is actually a request to suck their d*ck? They're such morons.. <br /><br />...........................................................<br /><br />You know that summer is here when there are more tow trucks on the road than cars...<br /><br />...........................................................<br /><br />Here's a good idea to beat the boredom of being inside on hot summer days: <br /><br />Go to the website for a university and check out the English Lit curriculum, pick out a few classics and read them over the summer. All the fun of reading without the grades part... I never found grades to be much of an incentive... <br /><br />P.S. That's not meant to be sarcastic though I can see how it might be construed as such... <br /><br />...........................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Don't cha wanna ride? <em>By:</em> Joss Stone<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115149100735645004?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1151237811831058282006-06-25T14:54:00.000+03:002006-06-25T15:16:51.916+03:00<strong>1. In Cold Blood Vs. Capote:</strong><br /><br />First things first, I must say that I am not a fan of movie adaptations, in general. I feel like watching a movie based on a novel, <em>without</em> reading the book first, cheapens the experience of the story and is a bit like cheating. My reasoning? <br /><br />Watching a movie is a passive experience. You merely sit there and absorb <em>someone else's</em> interpretation of the novel. You are cheated out of using your own imagination to frame and color the story. When you read a book, you are responsible for putting faces to the characters, you are responsible for coloring the imagery and composing the sounds within the story. Its a proactive undertaking of which you are intimately tied with the author. Its more personal. No two people can read the same book in the same way. The experience you get from it is unique. <strong>Its yours alone. </strong><br /><br />For that reason, and even though I received my DVD of Capote a few days before I finished the novel, I refused to watch it till I was done. Well, I watched it last night and here's what I thought. <br /><br />I thought the movie was ok, but a little shallow in its undertaking of Capote's experience while writing the book. I would have liked to see them spend more time delving into the actual research that went on. They spent a lot of time trying to illustrate what Capote, himself, was like. The truth of the matter is that Capote was an enigma and no amount of 'personal trivia' could possibly illuminate the personality of this strange and troubled man. You don't get any closer to figuring out who Capote was through watching this film. As for the other characters in the film, I felt that they kind of skimmed the surface with them. It made Capote's world seem a little shallow, although that was probably intentional as Capote seems to have been a pretty egotistical guy. <br /><br />A lot of the names in the book were changed in the movie, which I found baffling. Also, a lot of the dialogues that I found most intriguing in the book did not find its way into the movie. Talks with Bobby about his relationship with Nancy Clutter, Perry Smith (one of the killers) describing the hitch hikers they picked up on their road trips, Richard Hickock (the other killer) describing his childhood. <br /><br />The best thing about this film is, without a doubt, <strong>Philip Seymour Hoffman</strong>, who took on the title character. He portrayed Capote brilliantly, taking on every aspect of the man's personality, from his accent to his peculiar speaking voice to his hand gestures. His performance is incredible and worth watching the movie for. <br /><br />It was said that the process of writing <strong>In Cold Blood </strong>ruined Capote completely. He succumbed to alcoholism and died in 1984 from complications related to the disease. <strong>In Cold Blood</strong> was Capote's crowning achievement as a writer.... He never completed another novel in his lifetime. <br /><br /><br /><em>Conclusion:</em> Read the book, watch the movie, then read the book again.<br /><br /><br /><strong>2. Da Vinci Code Vs. Da Vinci Code:</strong><br /><br />If you loved the book, you'll hate the movie. <br /><br />If you <em>just</em> managed to get through the book, you'll tolerate the movie. <br /><br />If you haven't read the book, the movie will rob you of the experience.<br /><br />............................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Dude looks like a lady <em>By:</em> Aerosmith<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115123781183105828?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1151008060820031402006-06-22T23:04:00.000+03:002006-06-22T23:40:04.676+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/in%20cold%20blood.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/in%20cold%20blood.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />In Cold Blood is a special book, for a lot of reasons. Not only is Truman Capote one of the most accomplished writer's in American history, but this book was also the first time that a 'true account' had been written up in a decidedly 'novel' format. Truman Capote was the first writer to effortlessly blend the intimacy of novel-writing with the objectiveness of journalism. He created a new genre through this portrayal of the murders that rocked a small Midwestern town in the autumn of 1959. <br /><br />I am a huge fan of journalistic writing. As a die-hard fan of writers like Graham Hancock, Charles Pellegrino and Richard Rubenstein, it wasn't hard for me to immerse myself in a story like this one. <br /><br />Journalism is often hard to translate into a book because journalism can be dry, most likely because it is meant to be objective. The writer is not meant to become intimately tied to whatever or whoever it is he/she is writing about. Truman Capote, through this work, provided the reader with the <strong>'cold, hard facts'</strong> while retaining that oh-so-important human element that is often overlooked. <br /><br />I found the book to be compelling, melancholy, credible and unbiased. Even though it was clear in the book that Capote had cultivated a 'personal' relationship with one of the killers (because he was obnviously obsessed with him), he, in no way, allowed that to interfere with the objectivity of the novel. At no point in this book do you feel Capote's presence, as in his personal feelings towards the case or outcome. I find that to be perhaps the most impressionable thing about this book. <br /><br />Capote is a master with words. Every sentence, every word, every syllable is weighed to its core. There are no unnecessary dialogues, no premature conclusions. You can literally see, in your minds' eye, the wind blowing through the wheat fields of Kansas. You can feel what the inhabitants of that small, unsuspecting town must have felt. You can hear the gun shots, feel the fear and see the inevitable outcome. The book is weighed and measured flawlessly. No wonder its a classic <em>and</em> required reading in most American schools. <br /><br /><br /><em>A must read.</em><br /><br /><strong>Next up:</strong> <br /><br />Sultana's Circle Volume 3<br /><br />............................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Should I stay or should I go? <em>By:</em> The Clash<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115100806082003140?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1150822911599962472006-06-20T19:37:00.000+03:002006-06-20T20:01:52.076+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/electric%20guitar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/electric%20guitar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>That girl is flawless and I know I'm not the first one to think that</em></strong><br /><br /><br />I ran into this girl the other day. A complete and total stranger... <br />First thing I thought when she passed by? <br /><br /><em>"That's the girl I was supposed to be." </em><br /><br />... I'm not even gonna begin to contemplate what that means...<br /><br /><br /><strong>2:30pm Megalomania:</strong><br /><br />You know what is one of the main reasons why life can suck a lot of the time? Its because you always think that your own problems are so much more significant than other people's problems, but then you have that instant when you think of, like, dying, hungry kids in Africa. And the part of your brain that your parents were directly responsible for kicks you in the proverbial a** and says, "Quit whining when, all things considered, you are one lucky S.O.B.!"<br /><br />.. I hate that.. compare and compare alike, I always say..<br /><br /><br /><strong>Sweet Dreams (are made of the 80's):</strong><br /><br />Remember how much fun the eighties were...? People were singing about Love Shacks, Eclipses of the heart and walking like Egyptians... Bands like Soft Cell and Boy George topped the charts... Madonna was still a virgin... such an innocent time... bad hair, but altogether a relatively harmless decade... <br /><br />is it just me or does <strong>80's</strong> music just get better with time? <br /><br /><br /><strong>Blasphemy Alert!</strong><br /><br />Books aren't doing it for me anymore... intellectually speaking... I need human stimulation, which is sadly lacking in my vicinity... I feel myself stagnating, interactively speaking... <br /><br />.........................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Once upon a time in New York City <em>By:</em> Huey Lewis<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115082291159996247?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1150632212764981132006-06-18T14:59:00.000+03:002006-06-18T15:03:32.770+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/arab%20towers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/arab%20towers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/dubai_at_night.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/dubai_at_night.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />... Now, <em>that's</em> what I call a trip! <br /><br />...................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Underneath it all <em>By:</em> No Doubt<br /><br />I'm in a very island-y mood these days... must be the heat..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-115063221276498113?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1148849518588307052006-05-28T23:47:00.000+03:002006-05-28T23:51:58.626+03:00Moses' pool house, which lies adjacent to his parents Gulf side home, is entirely reflective of his character. The squat, one story edifice wraps around the pool in a crescent shape. The lounge at the east end has three glass walls, so that when sitting there, one has simultaneous views of the pool and the Gulf. Walking through the house, starting from the lounge, you encounter an office/storage room, a doorway leading down to the basement studio, the exit, the kitchen, a hallway closet and finally, the tour culminates in the west facing bedroom.<br /><br />Deana walked into the party almost an hour late, not that anybody but Hawk would notice. Their friends were a pretty laidback bunch. It was only Hawk who constantly hounded everybody about their punctuality, or lack thereof. Making her way to the lounge, Deana was assaulted by the rough sounds of James Brown's demands for funky music. She smiled to herself; one of the main things that kept her friends with Moses was their similar tastes in music. She walked into the lounge, startled by the more than thirty people vying for space in the crowded room. The long, wide couches that usually occupied the center of the room had been pushed up against the walls; the coffee table was nowhere to be seen. <br /><br />She saw Moses seated on a couch with a group of people she didn't know. She took another look around and realized that she didn't know any of the people milling at the food bar or dancing on the makeshift dance floor. She went over and stood silently at the side of the couch. Moses and his friends were so engrossed in conversation that they failed to even notice her. <br /><br />"What I'm saying is that the guitar is a blazingly obvious choice of instrument, everyone and their mother can play the guitar..." Moses stated emphatically.<br /><em>'I can't'</em> Deana thought to herself. <br />"But look at drummers..." Moses continued. "There's maybe a handful of well-known drummers in the world." <br />"I don't know any famous drummers..." A girl with blazing red hair, seated next to Moses, said.<br />"The most famous one is probably Phil Collins." Moses replied, rubbing his goatee in contemplation.<br />"Phil Collins is a drummer?" The red-head asked incredulously. <br />"Genesis." Deana chimed in. "He was the drummer for Genesis before he went solo." <br /><br />They all looked up, noticing her for the first time. Moses' face broke into a wide smile.<br />"Now, you see?" He said, turning to face his congregation. "<em>This</em> is why I love this girl." <br /><br />Five minutes later, Moses, Deana and Hawk were standing at the door of the lounge making fun of the idiots on the dance floor. <br />"I don't know how these assholes find their way to my house." Moses said, shaking his head in disgust. <br />"You didn't invite them?" Deana asked, cocking her head as she watched one couple gyrating wildly in the middle of the dance floor. Moses turned to her with a look of total exasperation. She shrugged and smiled into her cup of juice. The gyrating couple was moving dangerously close to Moses' display of classic vinyl. Moses cursed audibly and pushed his way across the room. Deana looked over at Hawk, who was eyeing the contents of his glass. <br /><br />"You're awfully quiet tonight?" She asked. He shrugged in reply. "You're not mad about me being late, are you? I said I was sorry." <br />He looked up at her, smiling. "I'm not mad." <br />"Well, then what is it?" <br />He took a step forward, bent down and placed his chin on her shoulder. She turned her face away from him, clearly smelling the alcohol on his breath. <br />"I think I'm drunk." He whispered in her ear. <br />"I think you're wasted." She replied, wrinkling her nose in disapproval. Moses was a social drinker, but as far as she knew Hawk didn't touch the stuff. "I thought you didn't drink." <br />"I don't." He said, righting himself and leaning back against the wall. She raised an eyebrow and nodded to his glass. "Except for now, obviously." He conceded with a laugh. She shook her head and turned back to the dance floor. Moses was in the process of subtly directing dancers away from the vinyl case. <br />"Shit." Hawk said suddenly. She looked over at him. He had his hand to his forehead and was blinking rapidly. <br />"What's wrong?" She asked, taking his glass from his hand and putting it down on the floor with hers. <br />"Oh, man. I don't think... Wow... It's bright in here, isn't it?" He blinked at the flashing lights overhead. <br />"It's normal, Hawk" She said. <br />"The music is too fucking loud." He held his crown in both his hands. <br />"No, it isn't." She said, pulling his arm down and leading him out of the lounge. She steadied him as they walked down the hallway, away from the music. "How much did you drink?" <br />"A couple of glasses of scotch." He mumbled.<br />She grunted out a laugh. "You really can't hold your liquor." <br /><br />She led him around the house to the bedroom, which was the only place, other than the lounge, where they could sit down. She dumped him on the bed and he turned onto his back, facing the ceiling with his eyes closed. She sat down next to him. <br /><br />"Everyone in there was staring at you." He said after a few minutes, his eyes still closed. <br />"What?" She asked, turning to look at him.<br />"In the lounge... Everyone was staring at you... You didn't notice?" He opened his eyes and looked at her intently, as if he were saying something infinitely more important than what he was actually saying. <br />"It's probably the pants." She pulled at the stretchy, black leather. "My mom says they're slutty." <br />"You didn't notice." He said it as a statement this time, sitting up on the bed next to her. "You never notice. People stare at you all the time and you never notice." She shrugged, not knowing how to reply to that. He bit his bottom lip in frustration. She never broke eye contact as he reached his hand up and brushed the hair from her eyes. Her first instinct was to pull back, but his strong hand wrapped around her neck and pulled her in. His lips brushed hers, his nose grazing hers. <br />"You make me ache, Deana." He said into her mouth. "How can you not notice <em>that</em>?" His other hand slid across her abdomen, wrapping effortlessly, naturally around her waist. He leaned forward, pushing her down onto the bed. <br />"Hawk, I don't know about this." She felt her resolve fading even as she said it. She could feel him now, hard against her thigh. <br />"I do." He said into her neck. He pressed hard kisses into the soft spot behind her ears as the last of her resolve slipped quietly away from her. <br /><br />....................................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> I did it <em>By:</em> Dave Matthews Band<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114884951858830705?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1147986549782511212006-05-19T00:01:00.000+03:002006-05-19T00:09:09.866+03:00"So, which one of them did you fuck?" He asked when she had stopped talking to light another cigarette. The lighter stopped centimeters from her mouth. Her jaw dropped, she caught the falling cigarette and turned her face his way. Her eyes seemed to widen as her brows set themselves in a frown. He remained motionless, expressionless, and seemingly content with the reaction he had provoked. <br /><br />"That is an obscenely offensive question. How the hell did you reach that conclusion?" <br />"Well, that's your sixth cigarette in half an hour, you're becoming increasingly erratic, which doesn't suit you at all and, frankly, you don't seem like the kind of person who gets upset easily, which means that this must be a pretty big problem and its been my experience that big problems tend to follow, linearly, from … fucking." He finished with a casual shrug. <br /><br />She fell silent and turned her attention back to lighting her cigarette, she spaced out a bit as she watched the tip burn away. She didn't inhale, just held it between her lips, the way she had the first time she had tried a cigarette. It was her fifteenth birthday and Moses had said that it came with the package. It was an initiation of sorts, the thing she told herself she did to prove she was their friend. She never became addicted; the next cigarette she smoked was at the end of her freshman year in college when she had been bummed out about screwing up a final. Moses had participated... correction, <em>prompted</em> that indulgence as well. <br /><br />"You're not even gonna deny it?" He asked rhetorically, grunting out a laugh. <br />"What's the point? You've already made up your mind about me." <br />"Says who?" <br />"Says that judgmental tone in your voice." She said, her voice clipped with anger. <br />"It's not in my nature to be judgmental and if it sounds like I'm carving out some preconceptions, then I'm sorry. I'm not. I'm just listening... Listening and thinking." <br />"You can't do both at the same time." She scoffed at him. <br />"Why not?" He asked, looking over at her.<br />"Cause you're not a woman." <br />He threw his head back and laughed. A deep, guttural laugh that made her senses relax a little. She even attempted a genuine smile in return. <br />"So...? Which is it? Are you listening or thinking?" She cocked her head to one side, listening for his reply. <br /><br />He looked out at the water, narrowing his eyes a bit; perhaps as a shield from the suns' glare, perhaps in focus. It was a full minute before he answered her. <br />"Thinking." He replied, his head tilted to one side, a playful smile coloring his lips.<br />She nodded. He noticed that the smile she was giving in return, while genuine, was also, somehow, tinged with sadness... sadness and maybe a brush of wisdom. She knew something. He wasn't sure what, but she knew something. <br />"You know?" She finally said, flicking the ashes off the edge of her cigarette and shaking her head from side to side. "People think they are thinking when really they are just... rearranging their prejudices." <br /><br />................................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Sometimes you can't make it alone <em>By:</em> U2<br /><br />such a sad song... full of melancholy and regret... Beautiful.<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114798654978251121?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1147887762831560022006-05-17T20:34:00.000+03:002006-05-17T20:42:42.876+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/kk.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/kk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Let the record show:</strong><br /><br />I am not now, nor will I ever be threatened by this... "Krispy Kreme"... so-called King of the Doughnuts. <br /><br />I shall forever be known as <strong>The Original Dixie</strong>, <br /> <br /> <strong>Queen of all things Krispy</strong>...<br /><br />.......................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Deuces are Wild <em>By:</em> Aerosmith<br /><br />Classic....<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114788776283156002?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1147798452486943192006-05-16T19:46:00.000+03:002006-05-16T20:26:24.906+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/daughtry.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/daughtry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Screw the voters, You're <b>MY</b> American Idol!<br /><br />My next choice...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/taylor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/taylor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />This guy is adorable with a capital <b>A</b>! <em>And</em> he does a <em><strong>wicked</strong></em> James Brown... <br /><br />...........................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Otherside <em>By:</em> The Red Hot Chili Peppers<br /><br />One of the sexiest songs of all time.. The bass hits you in all the right places.<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114779845248694319?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1147607346925315152006-05-14T14:39:00.000+03:002006-05-14T14:49:06.950+03:00'Avenged Sevenfold is such an aggressive sound.' She thought as Bat Country screamed out of her cell phone. She refused to open her eyes, fearful that the resilient afternoon sun streaming through her west-facing window would scorch her retinas. She blindly stretched her hand towards her night stand, feeling around for her phone. Avenged Sevenfold segued into their second verse, with a tone she was convinced was mocking her failure to shut them up. She opened her eyes, slowly at first, hesitantly... Except for the flashing of her cell, the room was completely dark. She looked over the edge of the bed and found her cell vibrating happily on the floor. <br /><br />"What?" She half-whimpered into the mouthpiece, not even bothering to check the identity of the caller. <br />"Why are you still asleep?" Hawk's voice thundered down her ear canal, chasing away any last vestiges of sleep.<br />"What?" <br />"Why are you still asleep? It's almost eight!" <br />"So?" <br />"So? Party... tonight... Mo's house...? Any of this ringing a bell?" <br />"Mo's?" <br />"Moses, Deana! Are you on something? What the hell is wrong with you?" He had obviously reached the end of his rope and, possibly, his sanity. <br />"Nothing." She sighed, sitting up in bed. "Where are you?" <br />"On my way there. 3al khaleej" <br />"Fine. I'll meet you there. Give me a half hour." <br />"Fine." <br /><br />Moses Khaleel was an interesting character; the kind of person that you just had to see to believe. He was tall and skinny with a mass of angry black curls for hair. He was the quintessential menace to society. Moses was the one who, from KG up to senior year, consistently got Hawk in trouble. Ironically, he was also the one who always got them out of it. You see, Moses had connections... of the familial variety. In short, no one could touch him. Hawk liked to joke that if Moses were ever to take up the craft of a Superhero, he would undoubtedly be InvinciMan. Moses always cracked on Hawk about what a lame Superhero name that was, he preferred, and always would prefer, The Untouchable. Moses was creativity. He defined it, bordered it, outlined and underlined it; he was bold and eternally justified. He had a private studio in his basement where he worked with all sorts of musicians, both nationally and internationally. He was always coming up with stuff. He had given Hawk his nickname in the fourth grade when Hawk had spotted, chased and caught a desert rat on a science trip to the northern fields. The name, like the friendship, had stuck. <br /><br />The only serious rift in their friendship came sophomore year of high school, when Deana had transferred in. She became a school-wide hit, some said she was already a nation-wide sensation. Girls despised her; from her near-perfect complexion and fiercely green eyes to her dancers' form. Conversely, naturally, boys adored her. She was a perfect being in their eyes, something to rival even the most digitally perfected anime' character. She walked the halls, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings. But she was aware, she knew how people saw her, what they saw, what they hated or loved. She just didn't care. <br /><br />Hawk would always assert that that quality was what initially attracted him to her. Moses always laughed and said that was bullshit and that Hawk had been attracted to her for the same reason every other guy in school had been attracted to her, he was a horny teenager. No mystery or fanciful dressing required. Moses and Hawk both pursued her aggressively that first year, losing each others' friendship in the process. When it became clear, by summers' end, that neither of them was making any headway (pun intended), they fell back into their friendship. And, somehow, Deana fell into it too. They figured having her around as a friend was better than nothing at all....<br /><br />..........................................................<br /><br /><em>Faces on the places where the sun don't shine... </em><br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114760734692531515?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1147528407834903962006-05-13T16:39:00.000+03:002006-05-13T16:53:33.530+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/Let%27s%20rock_edited.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/Let%27s%20rock_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />in <strong>Rock</strong>!<br /><br />.................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Bermuda Bahama <em>By:</em> The Beach Boys<br /><br />The quintessential feel-good song...<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114752840783490396?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1147033669827095952006-05-07T19:04:00.000+03:002006-05-08T11:29:11.556+03:00"You know? If Viracocha were to walk up to me tomorrow morning, I would fall reverently to the floor and kiss his feet before looking up and asking him what the f*ck took him so long.." <br />She spat out that declaration, in his general direction, as if it were no more than an unsavory 'good morning'. 'Good mornings' were optional between them; they were, to some extent, mandatory among office-mates. But when the person dozing in the cubicle opposite yours also happened to be your best friend of 10 + years, 'good mornings' were very optional.<br /><br />"Who the f*ck is Viracocha?" He mumbled into his Starbucks cup. <br />"Google it, Hawk." She snapped back. "I can't believe you've had my book for, what? Two years now and you haven't so much as cracked it open." <br />"ufff, min i 9ib7 oo intay it7ineen? I'm thinking maybe there can only be one reader in this friendship, Ace." <br />"I'm starting to space out at the oddest times.." She said, her eyes wandering towards the huge glass windows overlooking the Gulf. "Like, when I pray. I say the prayers really fast.. like some sort of coked-up auctioneer." <br />"You're spacing out now, Deana." He replied, cocking his head to one side, the way he always did when she confused him, which seemed to happen a lot these days.<br />"You know? Margaret Thatcher once said that being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren't."<br />"So? Jason Love said two wrongs don't make a right, but three lefts do. Whoopdi-f*ckin'-do .." He retorted.<br />"Who the hell is Jason Love?" Her eyes focused on his for a split-second.<br />"Google it." He shot back, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. <br /><br />She shook her head and poked at her mouse, deactivating the screen saver. He turned quiet as well as he upended his Starbucks cup, emptying its contents. She began quietly tapping on her keyboard, trying not to make the slightest sound as her bare fingertips glided over the letters. He stood up suddenly and walked away from her. She relaxed a little bit into her chair, sharpening her punching of the keys just a little bit. She called up the requested sight and began her search stream. <br /><br />"I knew you couldn't resist!" He materialized at her side. He had always had the annoying habit of being able to sneak up on her .. She, who had instincts that bordered on feline. <br />"What are you talking about?" She replied innocently, removing her fingers from the keyboard. He nodded to the page that had just finished loading. <br /><br /><em>1st result: Daily Cartoon, Humor column .. JasonLove.com </em><br /><br />She looked up at him, chewing her bottom lip like she always did when she was busted. He walked around her to his own cubicle and plopped down into his chair. <br />"Curiosity killed the cat, you know?" He said, propping his feet up on the desk and leaning back in his chair. <br />"Yeah, well satisfaction brought it back again." She replied, clicking on the first search result. <br /><br />........................................................<br /><br /><em>Then I saw her face...<br />Now I'm a believer...</em><br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114703366982709595?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1146932148441510462006-05-06T18:44:00.000+03:002006-05-06T19:15:55.216+03:00<em>The landscape is bleak, time is the ultimate tease...<br />you can trace the minutes with soft fingertips, outline the hours with silver tongues<br />and/or flaming lips...<br />But you can't catch it<br />you can try..<br />Lord knows you can try..<br />it remains elusive, flashing a bit of leg here<br />some cleavage there...<br />Then, reversing back into the shadows, a lengthy silhouette..<br />unbroken by promises, never extended, never shortened..<br />uncaring & unsympathetic</em><br /><br />................. She is the <strong>ultimate</strong> whore.................<br /><br />..........................................................<br /><br />I am obsessed, which is funny 'cos I never thought of myself as having obsessive tendencies.... hmm... I'm trying to think back a bit.. to the days of first crushes and eye-openers... nope, never been obsessive and yet, I find myself with one theme running circles in my head. My thoughts have been connected by the same fever... Time. Well, add time to my earlier comments on space and you have the parameters that define the circles in my head. <br /><br /><strong>Time & Space</strong>... put them together and you get a continuum... that's what the physicists will tell you. I keep trying to get my head around the concept of time. Its too far away, too unattainable. Too strange a concept. How can you attempt to measure time when one moment can expand to include everything? Babies being born, people dying, flowers blooming, sand storms gathering momentum, tsunamis in contemplation, volcanoes stewing over possibilities of annihalation... Its such a strange concept. That all these things could happen in the amount of time it takes to draw in a breath. The idea that by the time you exhale, any time you exhale, your life could, concievably, end... or begin for that matter. <br /><br />As for space, a person, like me, who has no hopes of ever capturing the essence of time can not be arrogant enough to broach the topic of space. So, I'll defer to someone much smarter than myself:<br /><br />"Man lives in a double world; according to the mind, he is contained by no physical space and by no walls, but at the same time he is in heaven and on earth, in Italy, in France, in America, wherever the minds' thrust penetrates and extends by understanding, seeking, mastering. But indeed, according to the body, he exists not except in only so much space as is least required, held fast in a prison and in chains to the extent that he is not able to be in or to go to the place attained by his intellect and will, nor to occupy more space than defined by the shape of his body; while with the mind he occupies a thousand worlds." <br /><br />-Tommaso Campanello, <em>metafisica</em><br /><br />Read, people.. I'm beginning to think its the only worthwhile endeavor..<br /><br />...........................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Come Together <em>By:</em> Aerosmith<br /><br />The lyrics were ahead of their time, even for the Beatles who were very much a product of their time... Eternally relevent...<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114693214844151046?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1146509317502479912006-05-01T21:42:00.000+03:002006-05-01T21:48:37.533+03:00Is 99.7 trying to bring Aaliyah back to life? I mean, no offense to Aaliyah fans out there, I think she's cool. But do they have to play "are you that somebody?" everyday like its some sort of ceremonial chant designed to ressurect her... There are other songs out there, you know? <br /><br />........................................................<br /><br />Does anyone else think that the fact that Google's colors are the same as Microsoft Windows is not a fluke? Is there a reason for it? <br /><br />........................................................<br /><br />There's a chesire out tonight.... I have a free cup of coffee for whoever can figure out what that means.. <br /><br />........................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Don't need no doctor <em>By:</em> John Mayer<br /><br />I say it again... when you can play the sh*t out of a guitar, no one cares what your voice sounds like... <br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114650931750247991?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1146143013068584052006-04-27T15:22:00.000+03:002006-04-27T16:03:40.120+03:00It was a day unlike any other. The spot-filled sun in the sky, a mellow yellow to her dismal gray. The grass, envy-green and wet beneath her feet. It almost made her pale green eyes burn with jealousy. Every candle-laden birthday cake she had ever had was dusted with the residue of the exact same wish; greener eyes. That's all she ever wished for, partly because she kind of thought the whole make-a-wish-and-blow-out-the-candles thing was an elaborate hoax designed to put the cake-eaters in closer than close proximity with the birthday persons' saliva; the other part of her just happened to think that greener than green eyes was as worthwhile a wish as any.<br /><br />She stared out at the calm blue waters of the Gulf wondering how her life had gone so inexplicably wrong in such a short amount of time.<br /><br />"You got a light?" A man materialized at her side, brandishing a pack of Marlboros.<br />"Only if I can bum a smoke." She replied, eyeing his unopened pack. He looked up at her for the first time giving her a not-so-subtle once over. She felt him take in the dark circles taking up shelter under her eyes, her ratty sweatpants and stained 'Your boyfriend likes me' T-shirt. She felt vaguely self-conscious before remembering that she had much bigger things to worry about. <br /><br />He pulled a cigarette out and stretched his arm in offering. She reached over to take it, their hands almost meeting before he suddenly pulled back. He placed the cigarette between his lips with a slight smirk, then offered the pack to her. She rolled her eyes, but accepted the pack. She pulled out a cigarette, placed it in her mouth and started rooting around in her messenger bag for a light. <br /><br />She felt him sit down next to her. He reached over and plucked the Marlboros off her lap. Her body involuntarily tensed when she felt his fingers brush her thighs. Images flooded her senses... A smoke-filled room.... Hot breath... Rough hands. She shook the images from her head and lit her cigarette before passing the light. <br /><br />"I'm always losing my lights." He said, covering his mouth with his hand as he lit up.<br />"I'm always losing my smokes." She replied with a bemused grunt.<br />He looked her way and smiled, "Sounds like you and I would make a great couple.."<br />She gave a forced laugh, "Sounds like <em>you</em> should give me back my lighter." She said with an outstretched hand.<br />He laughed out loud and reached across her body, stopping his face inches from hers. She sucked in the smoke from his last exhale, staring into his dark eyes. The smile never left his lean face as he dropped the lighter into the mouth of her bag. He pulled away and slouched over as he took a long drag from his cigarette. He seemed fascinated by the cracks in the pavement surrounding the grassy knoll where they sat, ignorant of the inviting waters in front of him. She lifted her eyes to the view, watching the jet skis and speedboats go by. <br /><br />It was water season in Kuwait, the days were getting longer, but retaining the cool breeze, which had dominated the month of March. It was by all accounts a happy time in Kuwait. The weather, which dictates every aspect of Kuwaiti life, was generous this time of year. Consequently, the citizens of Kuwait did all they could to exploit that generosity, almost pushing the day to its limits, trying to coax every last second out.<br /><br />"Do you have a name?" He asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.<br />"Do you need to know it?" She replied defensively. <br />"For the purposes of this conversation, no." He said with a smirk. "What's eating at you?" <br />"Why would you assume something is wrong with me?" <br />"Do you always answer a question with a question?" <br />"I could ask you that right back, now couldn't I?" She replied, smiling as she flicked the ash from her cigarette. He shook his head, still smiling. <br />"Its just unusual for someone to sit, by themself, by the water, looking positively dejected.. and for nothing to be wrong with them." <br />"Well, maybe I'm not so usual.." She said, turning her face away from him and bringing the cigarette to her lips. <br />"Somehow, I don't doubt that..." <br />"You could tell me though, you know?" He added, leaning into her personal space again. "I'm an exceptional listener." <br />"Are you some kind of psych student?" She asked, inadvertently pulling away. "I mean, are you like a psychologist in training or something, and one of your assignments is to stalk the ocean front looking for people who look 'positively dejected'", she inserted finger quotes, "and get them to open up so you can silently evaluate them and present their case in class?" <br />"Would it matter if I was? Maybe I have a problem too and the act of listening to you would be a way to force my brain to focus on something else for a few minutes.."<br />She laughed and shook her head. "My problems would take more than a few minutes.."<br /><br />He shifted on the bench and put the pack of cigarettes between them.<br />"I got smokes, you have a lighter and it seems like we've got all the time in the world."<br /><br />She looked over at him, exhaling a cloud of smoke his way. The smoke collided with his exhale, then mingled into one before drifting up and dispersing. She had the passing thought of whether he would ultimately bring her life back up close to its starting point, drag it down further or whether he would have absolutely no impact whatsoever. The thought passed, she dropped her cigarette and put it out with the sole of her black and white Puma's. She stretched out both hands simultaneously, one to the pack of cigarettes and one into her bag, then she started talking...<br /><br />......................................................<br /><br /><em>Now playing:</em> Vultures <em>By:</em> John Mayer<br /><br />When you can play the sh*t out of a guitar, no one cares what you sound like...<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114614301306858405?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1145879725339757482006-04-24T14:54:00.000+03:002006-04-24T14:55:25.443+03:00<embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DnwAAAF05-7Xfv24FxX6uRW8tbYaoB4FZdDJbGTlOVEM9J2EaPSYr-C92Bda2vzqgFjrjkgAWSj-vjA5IKjQHvrsjIxIV2kRhFhVa8D3OptJPmt40UIeE7trMC8HNq56OT4388_D9T87XBbNnam45pxh643SfGz86c8g0J1zu6xjpFas98AY-WhCVd7UOR_yw8r1cdOPeesvjmwN_ksuqGjopEEI%26sigh%3D_BY35ofL9Q3k0UGGxQwKGzpwnFg%26begin%3D0%26len%3D38705%26docid%3D-3168733759916419298&thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer%3Fapp%3Dvss%26contentid%3D4a28684419a28e%26second%3D5%26itag%3Dw320%26urlcreated%3D1145879296%26sigh%3DP2MtHnd6atTfY1LGbalTO_HFE7E&playerId=-3168733759916419298" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" wmode="window" salign="TL" FlashVars="playerMode=embedded"> </embed><br /> <br /><br />That's hot.... <br /><br />...................................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Destiny <em>By:</em> Zero 7<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114587972533975748?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1145874726857478782006-04-24T13:21:00.000+03:002006-04-24T13:32:06.893+03:00He was the unbearable silence<br />I tread softly through his forest<br />black delusions<br />The grass ... cold and wet beneath my naked,<br />inquiring feet<br />I step so cautiously in his world<br /><br />He speaks<br />it's even more unbearable than silence<br />His voice<br />thunders up my spine<br />exploding in a crescendo of pain<br />at the base of my crown<br /><br />My thoughts cling to the moon<br />my toes curl around scattered blades of grass<br />sensing safety<br />the moon reaches for me<br />stretching ethereal beams of promise<br />My words hesitantly make their way back down<br />my toes relax and settle a little bit deeper into the earth<br /><br />I am compelled to speak<br />I lean my head back<br />open my mouth<br />prepared to swallow the sky<br /><br />His rain beats me to the punch<br />torrential outpourings of love<br />but somehow<br />I feel like gagging<br /><br />Harder to breathe now<br />I lower my head in shame<br />feel my feet move beneath me<br />down his yellow paths of indifference<br /><br />Venus lights the way<br />but he's still the longest night<br />refusing to open his eyes<br />an infinite (unending) winter solstice<br /><br />I want out of his world<br /><br />...........................................................<br /><br /><em>"It is reason, not imagination, which determines what is possible."</em><br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114587472685747878?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1145782019060103702006-04-23T11:27:00.000+03:002006-04-23T13:55:45.993+03:00I have a goggle headache, not to be confused with a google headache (which I'm sure <a href="http://mainstreamnothing.blogspot.com"><em>someone</em></a> will insert into their comment). <br /><br />A goggle headache, also known as a sinus headache, is pain which encircles the eyes and flows down the nasal cavity, while at the same time, stretches out like a tragedy mask of pain up your temples... It stands defiant, no matter how many cups of coffee I threaten it with. The gods of caffeine are strangely silent today.. or perhaps they simply choose to ignore me. I am inclined to blame <a href="http://tsunimon.blogspot.com">Entrepreneur</a> for this. My theory is that he jinxed the gods' powers simply by proclaiming them. The gods of caffeine are a humble bunch and don't take kindly to grand proclamations and flattery.<br /><br />To make matters worse, I am freezing my a** off! This office is like a freezer... you would think that that would be a good thing.. that maybe the cold could envelope my head and freeze out the pain, kinda like an ice pack. The cold, however, seems content to nestle itself firmly at my feet, hands and the tip of my nose.<br /><br />Today will not be a good day... <br /><br />...............................................<br /><br /><strong>Da Vinci Code Lawsuit Ruling:</strong><br /><br />The lawsuit that Michael Baigent and Richard Leigh (<a href="http://krispydixie.blogspot.com/2006/04/boobie-code.html">you'll remember them as 'the boobies'</a>) raised against Dan Brown came to a close earlier this month. <a href="http://www.eonline.com/News/Items/0,1,18750,00.html?fdnews">Here is the article detailing the ruling.</a><br /><br />That makes two copyright infringement lawsuits raised against Dan Brown, which 'the untouchable' has come out of in a decidedly victorious fashion. Sales of Da Vinci Code are soaring, the movie is only a couple of weeks away, Dan Brown's name is in the spotlight.. Yes, things are going very well for 'the untouchable'... very well indeed. <br /><br />Long Live Judge Smith!<br /><br />......................................................... <br /><br /><br /><em>"Let no one be slow to seek wisdom when he is young, nor too weary to search for it when he grows old." </em><br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114578201906010370?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1145519702539353202006-04-20T09:48:00.000+03:002006-04-20T10:55:02.706+03:00<a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2139941/nav/tap1/?GT1=8019">The war on fat has apparently replaced the war on cigarettes... </a><br /><br />What do you guys think of this article? ideas? arguments? <br /><br />.............................................<br /><br /><a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/12388081/">Related article</a> (sort of)....<br /><br />...... Lucky bastard..... <br /><br />.............................................<br /><br />I've been noticing that Public Displays of Affection, or PDA's, have gotten more common recently here in Kuwait. I see couples all over the place, holding hands, kissing each other (on the cheeks <em>and</em> lips), wrapping their arms around each other's necks/hips.... Is it just me or have Kuwaiti's gotten a little more blatant about it? And if they indeed have become more open about it, what are your thoughts? Do you see it as progress? Does it make you uncomfortable? or do you not care one way or another...? <br /><br />............................................<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> With or Without You <em>By:</em> U2<br /><br />A haunting ballad... One of U2's <em>many</em> shining moments, both lyrically and vocally.. Bono is da bomb... <br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114551970253935320?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1145264002240564432006-04-17T11:32:00.000+03:002006-04-18T21:09:18.996+03:00<em>The space between the tears we cry....<br />is the laughter keeps us coming back for more...<br />The space between the wicked lies we tell..<br />and hope to keep safe from the pain ...</em><br /><br />I've been thinking about spaces a lot. The concept of space (not space as in NASA space), but the spaces more apparent. The ones here on earth. The spaces between two people. Between lines and words unsaid. Fragmented thoughts.. When you think about it, spaces are all we have. Some of them are full. Full of joy, sorrow, jokes, flattery... some of them, full of nothing. The very definition of space. A hollow, a void, an inescapable emptiness... <br /><br />If the spaces are what fall in between our existence, then what's between the spaces? Its questions like that, I think, that keep man from being truly happy. <br /><br />...................................................................<br /><br />Here's the stupidest thing I have read today:<br /><br /><a href="http://go.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml;jsessionid=D50U3O3QLAXQ4CRBAEOCFFA?type=oddlyEnoughNews&storyID=11843723">"It plays on an objectively determinable factual reality which cannot be denied..." the ASA said on its Web site.</a> <br /><br />Now, <em>that</em> is a mouthful...<br /><br />...................................................................<br /><br /><strong>Some words that have been swirling in my head:</strong><br /><br />"Absence of evidence is not always evidence of absence."<br /><br />"Friends may come and go, enemies accumulate."<br /><br />"Those soldiers are being confronted. They are conscious of death, hope, fear, despair- all the dimensions. They have waited.. helpless. I feel they're out there, all those people- and especially at night, with the cold stars burning in the desert sky- and they are being deified despite their frustrations. I feel that they will be conscious of utter loneliness. God is within that loneliness, and that is why so many of the founding prophets went into the desert seeking God. I hope they have sentinels out there who are just experiencing... that sky. They can't do anything except face themselves. And when you face yourself, you face God."<br /> <br />"Nature abhors straight lines, while humans revel in them."<br /><br />.........................................................<br /><em>annuit coeptis</em><br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114526400224056443?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1144748459720729392006-04-11T11:16:00.000+03:002006-04-11T12:41:00.296+03:00Caff, bless her heart, directed my attention to another article concerning Bush and his pseudo-plans for Iran. This direction, no doubt, comes due to the caffeinated one noticing how much pleasure I took in making fun of the first article. So, I read the article, which is titled <em>The Iran Plans: Would President Bush go to war to stop Tehran from getting a bomb?</em> by <em>Seymour Hersh</em>. <br /><br />Ok, first of all, hell yeah he would! When you whittle down his justifications for going to war with Iraq, it basically boils down to a statement along the lines of "Because I want to." So, yeah, in Bushs' mind, a bomb is more than enough reason to bypass normal courses of diplomacy and go to war. <br /><br /><strong>Here are some excerpts from the article: </strong><br /><br />- "A government consultant with close ties to the civilian leadership in the Pentagon said that Bush was 'absolutely convinced that Iran is going to get a bomb' if it is not stopped. He said that the President believes that he must do <em>'what no Democrat or Republican, if elected in the future, would have the courage to do,'</em> and <em>'that saving Iran is going to be his legacy.'</em>"<br /><br /><em>"What no Democrat or Republican would have the courage to do..."</em> Sounds like a line from a movie.... I'm not sure if Hollywood script writers should be coming up with the Presidents' speeches. The language is a bit over dramatic, don't ya think? <br /><br />As for <em>"saving Iran"</em> , it sure didn't take long for Iran to go from being the enemy to being a proverbial damsel in distress. The more accurate phrasing might be "to save <em>ourselves</em>, <em>and Israel</em>, <em>from</em> Iran." <br /><br /><br />- "One former defense official, who still deals with sensitive issues for the Bush Administration, told me that the military planning was premised on a belief that 'a sustained bombing campaign in Iran will <em>humiliate religious leadership</em> and <em>lead the public to rise up and overthrow the government</em>.' He added, 'I was shocked when I heard it and asked myself, 'What are they smoking?'" <br /><br />My thoughts exactly... Sounds like Bush has been burnin' too much bush.. if you know what I'm saying... <br /><br />- "Patrick Clawson, an expert on Iran (?), emphasized that 'this administration is putting <em>a lot of effort into diplomacy</em>.' <br /><br />A guy named Patrick Clawson is an expert on Iran? You know who's an expert on Iran? An IRANIAN! How about they try speaking to someone from Iran, which brings me to my second point... "a lot of effort into diplomacy"? I'm sorry, but my BS radar is starting to sound its alarms.<br /><br />Oh, but Patrick has more to say....<br /><br />- "he fears that Ahmadinejad (Iranian President) ' sees the west as <em>wimps</em> and thinks we will eventually cave in.'" <br /><br />Shinoo, li3ba? Ay shay sees the West as wimps marra wa7da? The US is the strongest "Empire" in the world. They have the military might to bring down practically any nation they want. They went into Iraq and tossed out Saddam like he was nothing more than an overgrown bully. They ousted the Taliban like it was a walk in the park (well, maybe not <em>that</em> easily, but they got it done.) zibdat il mowthoo3 inna <em>nobody</em> in the <em>world</em> sees the US, or Bush for that matter, as being wimps. If Bush has proven <em>anything</em> during his presidency, it is that he follows through on what he promises. <br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly anti-Bush, I'm definately not anti-America. I agree with most, if not all, of Bushs' foreign policy. What I have a problem with, however, is the way they go about executing their plans. War in Iraq and Afganistan was inevitable. War in Iran seems imminent. But why do the Americans have to act like a bull in a China shop? There are ways to handle things efficiently with the least amount of unnecessary noise. Yeah, everybody will likely still end up hating America, but that, it seems, is also inevitable. The Bush Administration has this idea that, we, in the Middle East are incredibly ignorant of their motives. We're not. All of us in this part of the world, knew that the war in Iraq boiled down to oil and not much else. And that is pretty much what the 'possible' war in Iran will likely boil down to. <br /><br />"The real issue," according to one high ranking diplomat, "is who is going to control the Middle East and its oil in the next ten years." <br /><br />I couldn't have said it better myself. <br /><br /><br />*Special thanks to <a href="http://caffeinatedkuwaiti.blogspot.com/">Caff</a> <br /><br />_______________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Hemorrhage <em>By:</em> Fuel<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114474845972072939?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1144576041204378002006-04-09T09:49:00.000+03:002006-04-09T12:47:21.626+03:00<a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/12225188/">This article from the Washington Post </a>is truly disturbing. It talks about President Bush's plan to possibly resort to military action in Iran. Its an interesting article, saying that one of the main reasons for the administration's increased interest in Iran is that Bush wants to get this done before his presidency is over. In essence, he wants to achieve his objective of wiping out the "axis of evil" he kept going on about after 9/11. Personally, I think its admirable that as a President, he's following through on what he promised in 2001. Another part of me feels like he's going about it entirely wrong and that by the time he clocks out in November of 2008, the US will be the most hated country in the entire world, which isn't really good for anyone..<br /><br />It seems to me that he's putting a lot on his plate... The situation in Iraq is no where near stable and he's already poking at another country. You'd think that at some point during his Bible study, he would have learned that patience is a virtue. <br /><br /><strong>Here are some of my comments on the article:</strong><br /><br />-"The Bush administration is studying options for military strikes against Iran as part of a broader strategy of <em>coercive diplomacy</em> to pressure Tehran to abandon its <em>alleged</em> nuclear development program,"<br /><br />Coercive diplomacy... there's an interesting term... sounds a bit oximoronic to me..<br /><br />and "alleged" nuclear development program. Why is it alleged? I think Iran has pretty much admitted that it is developing nuclear weapons... or is this gonna be another case of war due to 'alleged' "weapons of mass distruction"?<br /><br />-"The administration is also coming under pressure from <em>Israel</em>, which has <em>warned</em> the Bush team that Iran is <em>closer</em> to developing a nuclear bomb than Washington thinks and that a moment of decision is fast approaching."<br /><br />And <em>why</em> exactly should Bush take the advice of Israel?? Oh, yeah 'cos the Israelies practically <em>own</em> America.<br /><br />-"In January, the president termed a nuclear-armed Iran "<em>a grave threat to the security of the world</em>,"" <br /><br /><strong>Read:</strong> A grave threat to the security of <strong>Israel</strong>.<br /><br />-"Bush insists he is focused on <em>diplomacy</em> for now, he volunteered at a public forum in Cleveland last month his readiness to use force if Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad tries to follow through on his statement that Israel should be <em>"wiped off the map."</em> "<br /><br />Diplomacy is such a nice word. Meaningful and yet somehow completely vacant. <br /><br />The Iranian President is as full of sh*t as Bush is. At this point, the Iranian President is making empty threats in oder to make a show of strength. He's not gonna "wipe" Israel off the map. He couldn't, not unless he wanted to wipe away a few <em>hundred <strong>thousand</strong></em> muslims while he's at it. <br /><br />-""The threat from Iran is, of course, their stated objective to destroy our strong ally, Israel," Bush said. "That's a threat, a serious threat. . . . I'll make it clear again that we will use military might to protect our ally Israel.""<br /><br /><strong>Read:</strong> "I know you ain't tryin' to push up on my boo, nigga!"<br /><br />-"The [Iranian] government, which maintains its nuclear activity is only for peaceful, civilian uses.."<br /><br />Yeah, 'cos we all know how handy nuclear plants can be for making Pokemon lunchboxes... <br /><br />-"[The Iranian government] has launched a program to reinforce key sites, such as Natanz and Isfahan, by building concrete ceilings, tunneling into mountains and camouflaging facilities."<br /><br />Why don't they build their nuclear plants next to schools and Co-ops? The US would never even consider bombing them and hey, since they are clearly for 'civilian use', I would think that the closer they are to civilians, the better right? <br /><br />-"Planners also are debating whether launching attacks from Iraq or using Iraqi airspace would exacerbate the political cost in the Muslim world, which would see it <em>as proof that the United States invaded Iraq to make it a base for military conquest of the region.</em> "<br /><br />... Well, duh! <br /><br /><br />It's a good article, very indicative of how incredibly stupid the Americans have gotten and how naiive they are to think that everyone else has followed them into Stupid-ville.<br /><br />__________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Hallelujah <em>By:</em> Jeff Buckley<br /><br />Beautifully subdued... Subtle lyrics.. and a generous vocal performance. Love it. <br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114457604120437800?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1144304803708166272006-04-06T08:56:00.000+03:002006-04-06T09:35:39.030+03:00So, authors Michael Baigent and Richard Leigh (Hereafter known as 'the boobies') are in the final stages of their copyright infringement lawsuit against Dan Brown (Hereafter known as 'the untouchable'). They filed this lawsuit claiming that Dan Brown borrowed 'architecturally' from their 1982 non-fiction work "The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail". Now, I'm not exactly sure why they feel the need to word it like that... "architecturally"?? What the hell? that's besides the point though. The point is they feel that Dan Brown basically stole some of their most basic and, according to them, 'original' conclusions concerning Jesus and Mary Magdelene. <br /><br />Ok, first of all, the boobies' book was a work of non-fiction... I'll say it again, it was NON-fiction. They were passing off their conclusions as 'facts'. As a result, their book becomes a historical reference of sorts. You can't, as a rule, copyright a fact. A fact is not something that you can claim ownership of. Just because Einstein was the first to write about the theory of relativity doesn't make him the sole owner and distributor of that fact. In a similar vein, if 'the boobies' pass off their work as fact, then it is perfectly acceptable for another author to use that book as a historical reference. <br /><br />Second of all, there are no new ideas. The boobies themselves must have referenced other works while researching and writing their book. They don't expect the authors of those works to go around filing lawsuits.<br /><br />Now, if 'the untouchable' had copied <em>verbatim</em> (or word-for-word) what 'the boobies' had written, then there's grounds for copyright infringement. But he didn't do that. <br /><br />O ba3dain, 9ij 'the boobies' are ungrateful SOB's. moo kifaya inna Dan Brown made several references to their work in The DVC. He also named one of the main characters after them. Leigh Teabing. Leigh is the last name of one of the authors and Teabing is an anagram of Baigent. How much more recognition do these guys need? Besides, if Dan Brown was really stealing, why would he be so blatant about using their book as a reference? it doesn't make sense. <br /><br />In my opinion, there are only two logical reasons for this lawsuit:<br /><br /><strong>Possible reason A:</strong> <br /><br />The boobies are jealous. They are jealous and bitter that Dan Brown took their conclusions and placed them in a setting which was accepted and wildly comprehensive. Nobody who read The Da Vinci Code came away going "huh? So, what does that mean?" The story is incredibly, almost miraculously, well written and seamlessly drawn. "The Holy Blood and Holy Grail", which I have read, is a book for academics, historians and extremely patient readers. It doesn't draw you in the way a fictional story does. The boobies, therefore, are bitter that Dan Brown took a complex and 'difficult-to-swallow' subject and made it understandable to the masses. As a result of this jealousy, the boobies now want their share of the pie. <br /><br /><strong>Possible reason B:</strong> <br /><br />Its a scam. The whole lawsuit is a ploy to get The Da Vinci Code back in the limelight in order to generate interest before the May 19th worldwide release of the movie. 'The untouchable' and 'the boobies' are in it together. Meaning, 'the untouchable' has already agreed to pay 'the boobies' X amount of money in exchange for this lawsuit. The money has already been paid or will be paid once the ruling comes through. I have to say, if this is really the reason behind the lawsuit, then its a brilliant publicity tactic on the part of Dan Brown. Nothing raises interest in a story like a lawsuit. Just look at James Fray's "A million little pieces", sales soared after the whole 'fabrication' thing came out. Why? because people are curious. <a href="http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/05042006/2/entertainment-sales-soar-da-vinci-code-paperback-edition-heels-lawsuit.html">DVC sales are also soaring on the heels of the lawsuit.</a> Now, I don't think there's anyone on the planet who hasn't read The Da Vinci Code, but if they haven't read it, they know about it and now that they know about the lawsuit, they're gonna wanna know what all the fuss is about. <br /><br />I, personally, think the judge is gonna swing the way of 'the untouchable'. He has to. The lawsuit has absolutely no grounds or justification. Repeat after me. You can't OWN a fact. Literature doesn't work that way. Facts belong to everyone. Mark, Luke, Matthew.. all those guys who wrote the Bible, they don't have sole ownership to the fact that Jesus was a prophet with a mission to do so and so, anymore than the <em>New York Times</em> can claim ownership that an earthquake happened in Iran, just because they were the first to say it. <br /><br />Dan Brown is a literary genius. People should just accept that and move on. <br /><br />_________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>"A sure sign of a lunatic is that, sooner or later, he brings up the Templars..."</em><br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114430480370816627?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1144223208632618372006-04-05T10:17:00.000+03:002006-04-05T10:46:53.460+03:00Someone should email L.L.Cool J. and tell him to stick with acting... They should cc Will Smith on that while they're at it. <br /><br />The originality drivers should go on tour together. Imagine. A tour of the most original artists of our time. <strong>Headliners:</strong> U2, Aerosmith, Eric Clapton, Green Day, Black Eyed Peas, Jason Mraz, John Mayer, Dave Matthews Band, Jewel, Matchbox Twenty, George Michael. <strong>Opening bands:</strong> Fall Out Boy, The All-American Rejects, Linkin Park, Maroon 5, Scissor Sisters, Robbie Williams, Coldplay. <br /><br />Could you imagine a tour like that? How cool would that be? Maybe the combined efforts of these artists, in one arena, one night, would be enough to send forth a veritable tsunami of originality and inspiration stretching to the furthest reaches of the globe. A beat-boxer in Brooklyn, struggling with his craft would get knocked off his feet by the stylin's of BEP. A wannabe rocker in London would find beauty in the subtlety of Coldplay's influence and blatant, raw emotion in the vocals of Bono. A Harijuku girl would find herself bopping her head to the disco beats of the Scissor Sisters as she skipped down a Tokyo main street. A blogger in Kuwait would find her writer's block broken by the love and acceptence found in the lyrics of Jason Mraz, she would find herself comforted by the familiarity of John Mayer plucking at his guitar strings. <br /><br />Perhaps <em>this</em> tsunami could provide answers to our most pertinent questions. It could shed some light on the way things are and the way they should be. It would make us wonder why the worlds leaders are not artists, who seem to have their priorities straighter than any Bush or Blair ever could. <br /><br />If only.... <br /><br />__________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>This is what my daddy told me, <br />I wished he would hold me a little more than he did,<br />but he taught me my culture and how to live positive, <br />I never wanna shame the blood in my veins,<br />or bring pain to my sweet grandfather's face, in his resting place,<br />I make haste to learn and not waste everything my forefathers earned in tears,<br />for my culture...</em><br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114422320863261837?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1144130755021191562006-04-04T08:57:00.000+03:002006-04-04T10:00:58.496+03:00I apologize profusely for todays "quote of the day".. its total BS, but its a linked feed so I have no control over that.... <br /><br />.......................................................................<br /><br /><strong>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</strong><br /><br />A huge shoutout to 7! Its his birthday today! Happy Birthday, Bugaloo! (I know, 7ady fithee7a and you don't wanna make a big deal out of it.. blah blah blah :P) So everyone, head over to <a href="http://mainstreamnothing.blogspot.com">7tenths</a> and wish him a Happy Birthday and add a request/demand that he return to the blogosphere! <br /><br />In honor of this day, I will list <strong>7</strong> things I love about <strong>7</strong>! <br /><br />1. He always finds a way to make me laugh (whether it was intentional or not :P) <br />2. His voice<br />3. His taste in music<br />4. The way he gets my jokes <br />5. His generosity<br />6. The way his shoes always match his shirt ;) <br />7. His itty-bitty evil side (its nice to know he's not perfect :P) <br /><br />Shall I list 7 things I can't stand about him too? I actually probably couldn't think of 7 things.... how about two? <br /><br />1. His refusal to yield on the dibs ratio! :P <br />2. His seemingly indefinite blogging boycott! <br /><br />..........................................................................<br /><br />House MD is my new addiction.... and thanks to <a href="http://mainstreamnothing.blogspot.com">7tenths</a> aka my movie pimp, I have half a season worth of episodes to go through. I predict many House MD marathons in the near future. <br /><br />The show is so cool. I love the title character, Gregory House, played by Hugh Laurie. And the supporting cast is really strong. The storylines are very cool and thank god I'm friends with med students who I can harass when I don't understand something. The harassment hasn't started yet, but I predict it will soon enough.<br /><br />......................................................................<br /> <br />Here's a question for you... If you knew you would not fail, what would you do? <br /><br />_______________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>Anger and he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armor,<br />Queen jealousy, envy waits behind him,<br />her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground...</em><br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114413075502119156?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1143975239631136772006-04-02T13:18:00.000+03:002006-04-02T17:52:20.130+03:00Its 1:20 and I've only thought about killing myself three times today. I'm thinking that's gotta be some sort of a record. <br /><br />I'm interning at this new place for about a month and I'm already dreading the prospects.. although, it is considerably better than the alternative, The Bank of Krap and Meaningless Endeavors. I've been here since 8:30 am and have attended one mind-numbingly boring meeting, I've written two detailed accounts of the minutes of the meetings and have had roughly four cups of tea with some sort of condensed pseudo-milk. I think I may be suitably caffeinated though unfortunately not suitably conciliated. <br /><br />This place insults my intelligence... what the hell am I doing here? Oh, yeah, I'm here 'cos I have no idea where I should be. I have inadvertently become one of those people I hate. The kind that just aimlessly coasts along rather than actively seeks out what they want. Actually, that phrase could probably apply to every other aspect of my life as well.<br /><br />I've just been told that the people here love to gossip... that's always good news. <br /><br />I need a project, something to focus my attention on. My brother has taken up wood-burning... maybe I could take up burning too. Perhaps the burning of public offices and vomit-inducing radio stations. Is arson a hobby? <br /><br />.... I can hear them whispering over the partition... I'm not entirely convinced the whispering is not about me. Perhaps I'd be able to hear the conversation a little better if <em>some</em> people (<strong>Read: 7tenths</strong>) hadn't placed an involuntary curse on my superior hearing abilities! :P<br /><br />Ok, 1:44 and contemplation of suicide #4 has just hit me, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't die if I tossed myself out of a second story window. My body is a pretty resilient mofo. <br /><br /><strong>Note to self:</strong> Must think up more creative suicide attempts.<br /><br />There's a guy in the office across from me standing a little too close to his window. I think he and I may be on similar wavelengths. <br /><br />.......................<br />..................<br /><br />My bad... He's just praying. <br /><br /><br />______________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Bad Day <em>By:</em> Daniel Powter<br /><br />9ij i'3niya yaaya ib wagt haa... <br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114397523963113677?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1143903461954149762006-04-01T14:49:00.001+03:002006-04-01T17:57:44.480+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/P1010154.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/P1010154.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />at St. Mark's Place.<br /><br />________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Move Along <em>By:</em> The all-american rejects<br /><br />The new album is an excellent move forward by the band... The myriad of beats in this song and the tempo change-up are very cool.. The vocals are strong... The lyrics are relevent to the times... <br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114390346195414976?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1143699300041176752006-03-30T08:59:00.000+03:002006-03-30T09:15:00.136+03:00I'm starting to wonder about the people at FM 99.7... There's this song that comes on every few minutes... I don't know what its called (You know? The SuckStation may want to consider telling their listeners what the sing is called and who its by instead of forcing us to make educated guesses...) Anyway, so this new song (the name of which I do not know) goes something like this:<br /><br /><i>Uh-Oh.. here we go, turn up the radio<br />come on everybody, to the</i> something something.... <br /><br />Its kind of a psuedo-disco thing... it has kind of a Scissor Sister feel to it.... Anyway, I can't decide whether the song is brilliant or whether its just a load of crap... <br /><br />My point is that at a certain point in the song, they start spelling something... and at first, the beat of the song is sooo annoying that its all you can focus on and you don't even notice the lyrics... but last night, when it came on, I listened for that part.. This is what came out of my speakers...<br /><br /><i>M-O.. M-O-R-N-I-N-G W-O-O-D <br />Louder...<br />M-O.. M-O-R-N-I-N-G W-O-O-D<br />Harder... <br />M-O.. M-O-R-N-I-N-G W-O-O-D<br />Let's goooooooooooo</i><br /><br />I'm not sure if we all need a "morning wood" spelling lesson while we're stuck in morning traffic.... <br /><br /><br />_____________________________________________________________ <br /><br /><i>Now Playing:</i> Who did you think I was? <i>By:</i> John Mayer<br /><br />He's got a brand new blues and he can't explain.. John Mayer takes on another persona.. Its rough, its raw and its unedited.. John Mayer moves to a whole new level of depth and guitar stylin'. <br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114369930004117675?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1143640708397411912006-03-29T16:44:00.000+03:002006-03-29T17:05:10.426+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/MSP%20tree%20branch.0.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/MSP%20tree%20branch.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Just ask the Axis....<br /><br /><br />________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Stranger in the Sky <em>by:</em> Jason Mraz<br /><br />Haunting melody... Spine tingling vocal waver.... Consistently Inspiring lyrics... This man is a genius....<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114364070839741191?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1143530829324007802006-03-28T10:26:00.000+03:002006-03-28T10:30:16.613+03:00<A href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95229107@N00/77106384" id=fs_1 title=P><IMG alt=P border=0 src="http://static.flickr.com/40/77106384_dcbbcf2a3c_t.jpg"></A><A href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95229107@N00/41267470" id=fs_2 title=L><IMG alt=L border=0 src="http://static.flickr.com/30/41267470_e5ee97526a_t.jpg"></A><A href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/62382299" id=fs_3 title=e><IMG alt=e border=0 src="http://static.flickr.com/32/62382299_9b1f6bd7c5_t.jpg"></A><A href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/63534600" id=fs_4 title=A><IMG alt=A border=0 src="http://static.flickr.com/33/63534600_2aab97ff16_t.jpg"></A><A href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95229107@N00/74223367" id=fs_5 title='"S"'><IMG alt=S border=0 src="http://static.flickr.com/40/74223367_dff607bd93_t.jpg" title=S></A><A href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95229107@N00/93757770" id=fs_6 title=E><IMG alt=E border=0 src="http://static.flickr.com/28/93757770_686cb8e0d2_t.jpg"></A><br /><br /><A href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31214229@N00/19291505" id=fs_8 title="Barely legal"><IMG alt="Barely legal" border=0 src="http://static.flickr.com/15/19291505_1d415238e5_t.jpg"></A><A href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95229107@N00/103115327" id=fs_9 title=Ii><IMG alt=Ii border=0 src="http://static.flickr.com/24/103115327_8ba0e2b1c9_t.jpg"></A><A href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/50191251" id=fs_10 title=D><IMG alt=D border=0 src="http://static.flickr.com/24/50191251_282fa75a34_t.jpg"></A><A href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/96815241" id=fs_11 title=N><IMG alt=N border=0 src="http://static.flickr.com/19/96815241_66ed50cda8_t.jpg"></A><A href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/103985940" id=fs_12 title=A><IMG alt=A border=0 src="http://static.flickr.com/32/103985940_6cf5ebaeab_t.jpg"></A><A href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/92661100@N00/10915333" id=fs_13 title="Taking the P"><IMG alt="Taking the P" border=0 src="http://static.flickr.com/8/10915333_78f2438537_t.jpg"></A><br /><br /><A href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/55640946" id=fs_15 title=M><IMG alt=M border=0 src="http://static.flickr.com/30/55640946_84e4ecf9a9_t.jpg"></A><A href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26801567@N00/84528425" id=fs_16 title=E><IMG alt=E border=0 src="http://static.flickr.com/41/84528425_a57985f47f_t.jpg"></A><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114353082932400780?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1143493511460053512006-03-27T23:11:00.000+03:002006-03-28T00:07:45.196+03:00I'm reading this book about Mount Vesuvius and ancient Italy. Apparently, when a man was asked to give sworn testimony in a courtroom, he had to grab his testicles and swear by the gods or his neighbor's cat or something that he was in fact telling the truth..... They should have had someone else (like a recently-converted lesbian* or something) grab his testies... I bet he would have told the truth then.... That's where the latin word for 'witness', which is <em>testis</em>, came from... You can also pick up its influence in our modern word 'testimony'.<br /><br /><br />I wonder what the women had to grab... could she grab the nearest man's testicles .. or was there some sort of ancient Roman dildo that she could hold onto while she gave her testimony....?<br /><br />..........................................................................<br /><br /><br />You know that song on the radio? I don't know what its called, but here are some sample verses to get us all on the same page...<br /><br /><em>She is a cheerleader, I'm in the marching band...<br />She something something, I'm sittin' in the stands..<br />I get a little bit, she gets a little more... <br /><br />something something, I think my boyfriend wants to date her....</em><br /><br />Are you all familiar with this little ditty?? They only play it like every ten minutes on <strong>SuckStation 99.7</strong> radio kuwait. <br /><br />My point is... what the bleeding devil is wrong with that b^tch?!?! That has got to be the whiniest song I have ever heard in my life. What the hell is she complaining about!? <br /><br />I hear the song so much that I have unconsciously begun to decipher it. First of all, who is this chick that the singer is (freakishly) obsessed with?? At first I thought, well duh she's the 'popular' girl at school. That annoying chick that all girls hate and all boys adore. This notion was furthered by the fact that she appears to be a cheerleader of some sort. But then the singer goes "She gets the top bunk and I'm sleeping on the floor." So, does that make her the 'popular' girl's sister? o ba3dain chinna she's being a bit dramatic... ishda3wa sleeping on the floor marra wa7da?? <br /> <br />So, then I'm thinking she can't be the singers sister 'cos madry.. from the lyrics it would seem like their relationship is not particularly close. The singer doesn't tell us anything real or personal about this chick. Just that apparently she's a mega-watt b^tch that needs to be taken down a peg or two.... So, I start pondering the bunk bed situation and I come to the conclusion that perhaps singer and Little Miss 'popular' shared a bunk bed at some sort of summer camp... but the girl is a cheerleader whereas the singer belongs in the marching band (If you ask me, she belongs on the ground underneath the marching band..) but anyway, I've never heard of cheerleaders and marching bands sharing camp grounds.... <br /><br />I've put way too much thought into this already and I apologize profusely for this long-winded, pointless post... I just have one more thing to add about the song...<br /><br />Maybe its just me but everytime she goes: "She's miss america and I'm just the girl next door.." <br /><br />I always end up singing: "She's miss america and I'm just the whore next door." <br /><br />I kinda like my version better.. after all, she has admitted to sleeping on the floor at times... and besides, we all know how kinky marching band members are.. (This one time... at band camp....) <br /><br /><em>*There's no footnote containing information on how to get in touch with recently-converted lesbians or anything like that... I just like pissing you guys off! :P </em><br />_________________________________________________________________________________ <br /><br /><em>What would the Happy Bunny do?</em> <br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114349351146005351?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1143452441433092922006-03-27T12:38:00.000+03:002006-03-27T12:40:41.433+03:00<a href="http://health.msn.com/menshealth/articlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100125753">Don't bare your fangs at a man's genitalia</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114345244143309292?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1143369872455213522006-03-26T13:37:00.000+03:002006-03-26T13:44:32.490+03:00Apparently my mom is an avid reader of my blog.... <br /><br />....................................................<br /><br />SMS received 10:49 pm / 25th March 2006<br /><br />A bird <strong>IN THE HAND</strong> (<em>Mom's emphasis</em>) is worth two in the book any day. If you get my drift. A prude - I think not. Just my imagination's better than her writing. <br /><br />....................................................<br /><br />Ok, first of all, mom? I think a box of crayons would have gotten your "<em>drift</em>" and second of all, I don't think so! You didn't even get to the juicy parts! And third, <strong>EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW</strong>! <br /><br />________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>Now Playing (in my head):</em> Remember the name <em>By:</em> M.Shinoda<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114336987245521352?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1143193872485895102006-03-24T12:32:00.000+03:002006-03-24T17:54:07.636+03:00So, I don't know if you guys remember, but a few months ago I posted about this book called <a href="http://krispydixie.blogspot.com/2005/12/ladies-you-must-read-this.html">"Lip Lock"</a> ... Anyway, so my mom was in my room the other day and she saw the book and she says "Is this a good book?" So, I look at her and say "Oh, yeah!" So, she asks if she can borrow it from me and I say "Sure." <br /><br />The very next day, I walk into my room and find the book on my desk with a post-it that reads: <br /><br /><em>Thanks, but I'm married. I don't need that much detail.</em> <br /><br />I think my mom may be a bit of a prude... <br /><br />.........................................................................<br /><br />I'm starting to believe in a certain kind of self-jinxing. That if I start to think of scenarios of how things could happen, then those scenarios will never materialize... Like, for instance, if I start to think about the various ways a job interview could go, none of those ways will ever really happen... not even close... Do you know what I mean? This situation would be bearable if only I didn't spend the better parts of my days thinking up scenarios of how things could go.... <br /><br />To quote <a href="http://doctorlost.blogspot.com/">Dr.Lost</a>, what do you think? :P Does this happen to anyone else? or is it just me?? <br /><br />________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>Show me what it's like,<br />to be the last one standing...<br />Teach me wrong from right,<br />and I'll show you what I can be... </em><br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114319387248589510?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1142696593975021872006-03-18T18:23:00.000+03:002006-03-18T18:43:14.056+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/nogodbutgod.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/nogodbutgod.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />It'll change everything you thought you knew about the religion of Islam.. and every other religion for that matter.... <br /><br />________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>There's nothing you and I won't do<br />I'll stop the world and melt with you...</em><br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114269659397502187?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1142200294558184082006-03-13T00:39:00.000+03:002006-03-13T00:51:34.630+03:00I am slowly, one could say painfully so, settling into a new routine now that I'm back in the land of the gizzing. I don't know, but I feel a subtle shift in my relations with those around me. I'm not sure if they've changed or if I have or if it's just a wave that'll pass, but I'm left feeling somewhat apprehensive. I find myself in a state of waiting. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak.<br /><br />I forgot how infuriating the Kuwaiti culture can be.. or maybe it's not so much that I forgot as it is that I've lost patience for it. I find myself no longer in the mood to give people "mujamalat"... I've never been one to patronize, but I have been known to hand out pleasentries when I don't feel like getting into something. Now though, I just have zero patience for it. I find myself being brutally honest with people.. even those closest to me. I think I might be alienating some of them. I just can't stop myself. They ask me what I think and I tell them... regardless of whether it's what they want to hear or not. And they look at me like suddenly I'm this bad person who doesn't want anything good to happen to them or something. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could be further from the truth... <br /><br />I guess I need to learn a little diplomacy. <br /><br />............................................................<br /><br />These days, I find solace in the mundane. Unpacking, arranging and re-arranging my belongings... I find myself, more often than not, idling in Hearts, Limewire and Steven Tyler.... <br /><br />_______________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>I just hope you understand,<br />sometimes the clothes do not make the man...</em><br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114220029455818408?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1141735098404026652006-03-07T15:37:00.000+03:002006-03-07T21:07:04.510+03:00Another birthday is here... That title is an exaggerated expression of the sentiments I've heard from my girlfriends who have already reached the big 23.... (7ady ma 3indy salfa, I know!) bes seriously this is what I've been hearing from all my girls... apparently, 23 is the new im3ansa age for some reason.... madry, personally I'm happy. My professional life is about to officially launch, I love my friends and my single status, in general. Of course, that's not to say that if the right guy came along, I wouldn't pounce on him! :P <br /><br />Anyway, in honor of the beginning of my 23rd year of living, here's a list of 23 things you would know about me had you been there from the very start of it all...<br /><br /><strong>1.</strong> I connect with my cat better than I do with most people... She gets me...<br /><strong>2.</strong> I believe wholeheartedly that sushi should be a seperate food group.<br /><strong>3.</strong> Within seconds of flipping the dial, I can sing along to whatever song I find on the radio.<br /><strong>4.</strong> My sneezes are impossibly lady-like and yet when I blow my nose, it can be heard around the world...<br /><strong>5.</strong> I have a foot fetish and I refuse to apologize for it. <br /><strong>6.</strong> My love affair with shoes is something that can not be suppressed and will not be denied. <br /><strong>7.</strong> Holidays don't mean squat to me... I believe that Hallmark is a subsidiary of Satan Inc. <br /><strong>8.</strong> The idea of wearing PJ's to bed actually creeps me out.<br /><strong>9.</strong> I used to be a huge fan of boy bands... and no, I do not regret it.<br /><strong>10.</strong>Cockroaches scare the sh*t out of me... If earth were ever to be invaded by giant, alien cockroaches, I would be the first one to jump out of a building. <br /><strong>11.</strong>Whenever I am chased (as in physically chased up stairs or around a table or something), I will always, always give up. And yet, when faced with something that truly matters, I will fight to the end.<br /><strong>12.</strong>I do not understand most womens love affair with chocolate... I just don't.<br /><strong>13.</strong>I have still not accepted that I am not meant to have green eyes.<br /><strong>14.</strong>My favorite thing in the world is lounging in my big, blue chair, listening to my tunes and playing online Mah Jong... I live for these fleeting moments of peace.<br /><strong>15.</strong>Ramadan always makes me a little nostalgic for my younger, simpler years.<br /><strong>16.</strong>I believe that things happen for a reason and you either accept it or you don't.<br /><strong>17.</strong>My most valued and beloved possesion is my iPod.<br /><strong>18.</strong>Eighteen was perhaps the suckiest year I have had thusfar.<br /><strong>19.</strong>I believe that any bad day can be subdued with a F.R.I.E.N.D.S-athon.<br /><strong>20.</strong>No matter how much I b*tch and moan about it, living in Kuwait is actually a very good thing.<br /><strong>21.</strong>I believe that books of a spiritual or especially inquisitive nature will put you in good terms with God.<br /><strong>22.</strong>I don't regret a single thing I have ever done.. (or not done for that matter)<br /><strong>23.</strong>I do not think that throwing food (as in edible food, I'm not talking about chewed up bubble gum!) into the street counts as littering. Food is biodegradable.. therefore, it will become food for someone or something.. ergo, it's not littering, but actually could probably be wiggled into the category of being a good samaritan.<br /><br />___________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>Pass me a spoon<br />Pass the analytical knife... </em><br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114173509840402665?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1141571165763103522006-03-05T17:46:00.000+03:002006-03-05T18:06:05.853+03:00So, FB and I are back in Kuwait. After two days of flying, endless miles and multiple time-zone crossing, we finally made it home. I, for one, am elated that I am back. What I am not elated over, however, is the endless amount of sh*t that has been dumped on me not even twenty-four hours into coming home. Over the next two weeks, I have:<br /><br />-Job Interviews<br />-Reports to write<br />-Presentation to prepare<br />-Unpacking of .... um..... 6 (?) suitcases<br />-Tracking of shipment from the states<br />-Various family/friends obligations<br />-My birthday and subsequent party....<br /><br />ufff... il list ma ikhali9.... :/ <br /><br />...................................................................<br /><br />You'd think that somewhere in their pilot training, the Kuwait Airways pilots would have learned a thing or two about how time zones work. This is a true story...<br /><br />So, I'm sitting in the plane right? and we're about.. oh, I don't know.. maybe three or four hours from landing in Kuwait. And the screen (you know the communal one at the front of the cabin?), so that screen is showing the flight stats. The miles covered, miles left, temprature.. etc etc... Anywho, so I'm looking at the stats and they show the time stats. The screen showed:<br /><br />Time at origin: 7:56 <br />Time at destination: 15:07<br /><br />........... Do you <strong>see</strong> the problem here?..........<br /><br />You would think that at some point during pilot training, those fly-boys would have learned that if it's 7:56 somewhere then it's 15:56 or 19:56 or whatever:56 <em>everywhere</em> else! <br /><br />So, I decide to give the guys the benefit of the doubt, thinking that maybe, <em>maybe</em>, it was a glitch in the programming or clock setting or whatever. So, I ignore it and go about my business of position shifting.... but, nooooo. Five minutes later, the pilot comes on with this announcement....<br /><br /><em>Ladies and gentlemen, we are currently cruising at blah, blah thousand feet and at a speed of yada yada knots travelling in a gooba di gooly direction. The time at the destination is <strong>3:25 pm</strong>. </em> (<strong>!!!!!!</strong>)<br /><br />So, I look down to my watch (which is still set to New York time) and it reads 8:05 am..... It is at this point that I seriously begin to ponder the qualifications of our quasi-pilot..... <br /><br />_____________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>And we're gonna weep in between this sleep<br />until we float away....</em><br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114157116576310352?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1140762580575446932006-02-24T09:07:00.000+03:002006-02-24T09:29:40.653+03:00I'm always astounded by talented people. I mean, truly talented people, not Britney Spears or David Spade or even Janet Jackson (who, <em>pre-</em> Super Bowl at least, was taken as a quasi-serious artist).. No, I'm talking about truly talented individuals. <br /><br />Writers or authors can implant within me a feeling of awe and, at times, gut-wrenching envy. Dan Brown... when The DaVinci Code came out, I wanted to kill Dan Brown. How could one guy, one unheard of guy, write such an incredible story? .... <br /><strong>Mya Angelou, Harper Lee, e.e. cummings, Percy Shelley, W.H. Auden</strong>.... How could these people even exist? I read their stuff and it just perfectly embodies something that I feel or think and I'll just hate them for expressing it so well. It kind of feels as if they've stolen something from me. By expressing my emotion so perfectly, better even than I could have, I feel robbed. It's as if they've chipped away a little piece of my soul and sucked it into the page. It's like that feeling, that high you get when you first read a really great book and yet you hate the fact that you'll never be able to get that high off of the same book again. Simply because that high has been sucked into the pages, to rest forever between the lines, suspended in chapters... <br /><br />Even though a good amount of my awe, and a considerable amount of my jealousy, goes to writers, the grand portion of my wonderment is stored for singer/songwriters. Because you see, it's not enough for the person to have a good singing voice. After all, plenty of people can sing. It's when they have the entire package. When they can sing, write lyrics <em>and</em> write music. It is at this point that I am floored. How can so much talent be crammed into one little person... or two or three..? It doesn't seem fair to me. These people are so effortless in the way they let go. They let go in a way I never can and don't think I ever could. They are unashamed... brave... highly tuned... effortlessly raw and uninhibited... Everything I am in my loneliest hours.... <br /><br />These are the people who breathe for me....<br /><br /><a href="http://www.jasonmraz.com/">Jason Mraz</a> <br /><a href="http://www.johnmayer.com/">John Mayer</a><br /><a href="http://www.robthomasmusic.com">Rob Thomas</a><br /><a href="http://www.dmband.com/">Dave Matthews Band</a><br /><a href="http://www.jeweljk.com/">Jewel</a><br /><br />__________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>If room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall <br />Bold waves tumble to the season of my heart <br />Where you have offended my faith and my trust <br />Until all is lost into the beauty of the day... </em><br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114076258057544693?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1140732316567864252006-02-23T23:28:00.000+03:002006-02-24T01:05:16.676+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/zumanity.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/zumanity.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.zumanity.com/">This show</a> is pure, unadultered hotness.... Sensual, erotic, oddly funny and sublimely entertaining. A must-see for anyone going to Vegas.<br /><br />......................................................................<br /><br />In under two weeks I'll be back in K-town! I am soooooo psyched! I miss my local starbucks....<br /><br />......................................................................<br /><br />Man, we're almost in March... Do you guys realize that? It seems like yesterday I was standing in Times Square, freezing my a** off, waiting to ring in the New Year. I can't believe how fast time is flying by... <br /><br />I feel like I have nothing to measure it by. <br /><br />......................................................................<br /><br />My creativity is shot... all I can think about is suitcases, flight numbers and checklists.... <br /><br />Although I have made quite an impressive dent in my checklists....<br /><br />______________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>Spiralin', Spiralin' spaces<br />Tangled up, up in the moments that are touching time...<br />Trying to find some pockets, they full of nothin'<br />head explodin' from the mind,<br />too much time for dancin' in our heads,<br />sister don't be shy...</em><br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114073231656786425?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1140046914326768772006-02-16T02:36:00.000+03:002006-02-16T02:41:54.360+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/vegas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/vegas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />FB and I are heading to <strong>Sin City</strong> tomorrow..... On the itenerary:<br /><br />* Spa Indulgence<br />* O'Show <em>AKA</em> Cirque De Soleil<br />* Hotel Hopping<br />* Shopping (If FB gets her way! :P )<br /><br />Wish us luck! <br /><br />____________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>Now Playing:</em> Do you remember the time? <em>By:</em> Whacko Jacko<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-114004691432676877?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1139813605028089232006-02-13T09:20:00.000+03:002006-02-13T11:11:43.963+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/1511/1600/yasmeen-06.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/1511/320/yasmeen-06.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />As I embrace her in my arms, a warm sensation overwhelms me. I don’t know what it is about sweet baby-aroma that makes me feel so relaxed and disentangled. I adjust Yasmeen, lifting her up to my shoulders as she wraps her little delicate fingers around my index finger. In case you didn’t know that already, Yasmeen is my new baby-born niece. She’s adorable. And I’m not just saying that because she’s family. Seriously, she’s got big beautiful blue-gray eyes, full pouty lips and a small heart-shaped face.<br /><br />I’m currently visiting her in California, she’s 3weeks old. Now that I push her around in a stroller and spend most of my time with her people seem to think she’s my daughter although are quite surprised at how young I am. The weird part is I never correct them. I think I’m really starting to get used to the idea of becoming a mum. I’m not even married yet and already I’m craving having babies is that weird??! :P<br /><br />She’s hungrily burying her face into my chest looking for something to nibble on. I think she’s adapted to the idea that I’m her mum too. Finally, she gave up and starts sucking on her thumb while I’m thinking, “I want a baaaaaaaaaaby!!!” They’re sooooooo darn cute! Their little grunts, the way they tug at your hair and squeeze your fingers. Do you ever get like that when you see babies or is it me?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-113981360502808923?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fireberry10http://www.blogger.com/profile/07773518487543106856noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1139715634523268712006-02-12T06:31:00.000+03:002006-02-12T06:46:25.993+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/pink%20panther.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/pink%20panther.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />This movie is a must-see. No doubt will end up on the shelf with classic comedies like; The Blues Brothers, Father of the Brides and the Monty Python classics (ok maybe not <em>as</em> clever as the Monty Pythons). Steve Martin is in <strong>T-O-P</strong> form in this film. His french accent is hilarious! Kevin Klines' accent is a little less convincing. I have no idea why Beyonce' Knowles is in this film. All she did was dress provocatively and flutter her eyelashes. Her name in the film was Xania...... Should've been Zeena if you ask me.... maalha ay daa3y bil filim... <br /><br />But the movie was as good as it was promised. A definate must-see for all Steve Martin fans. <br /><br />_________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><em>Now Watching:</em> Whose Line is it Anyway? <br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-113971563452326871?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926435.post-1139507620238258742006-02-09T20:49:00.000+03:002006-02-10T21:04:44.193+03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/1600/steve%20martin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/1492/320/steve%20martin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Out in the US tomorrow, can't wait! Steve Martin is classic! <br /><br /><em>Don't interrogate her! Can't you see she's sexy?! </em><br /><br />__________________________________________________________________________--<br /><br />-Layla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15926435-113950762023825874?l=krispydixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Krispy Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15079718731239637274noreply@blogger.com13