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There were three things I really enjoyed about television growing up. One, for reasons I cannot comprehend, was marching along to Jane Fonda work out tapes in my ballet leotard in the middle of the living room (minus the hip thrusting exercises… I was shy). Another was playing my brother’s Nintendo, even though all I ever accomplished was getting stuck in walls. The third, more obvious thing I enjoyed about television, was a good ass movie. Not to be confused with an ass movie.

There was my obsession with Ghost and all things Patrick Swayze. There was my Ren & Stimpy phase,. Although not technically a movie, I did particularly enjoy some episode where Ren ate a bar of soap in outer space. No, I didn’t try to eat soap. Not more than once at least. Somewhere in there was Look Who’s Talking and sequels and a new obsession with all things John Travolta, but today I want to talk about one movie in particular. Back to The Future.


What a dreamboat

I think I was was more giddy for McFly than his hornball mother. Yikes. I don’t know if it is the soundtrack, the idea of flying sports cars and hover boards, or the fact that I also had a girl crush on Loraine that made me love this movie so much, but love it I did. Marty McFly was spunky, his dad was a mess but equally adorable, and his mother rocked that peach color prom dress harder than any dress has been rocked in history. Plus, I am a closet oldies fan. As soon as they paired the climax of the movie with the tune of Earth Angel, they weren’t just tugging at my heart strings, they were putting them in a high power wood chipper.

As some of you already know, I am involved with freelance work involving video editing on top of my personal YouTube shenanigans. No, I am not about to announce my ambitions to become a Hollywood film director. What I am about to announce, however, is a project for which I have been burning my flux capacitor at both ends. That’s a lot of plutonium, I assure you. Amy, of The Bumble Files put me in contact with an inventor and friend of hers at the beginning of this year. We’ll call him Doc for sake of theme. Doc had an invention, and he wanted my help to spread word of it via a Kickstarter campaign. What was the invention you ask?

A real life hoverboard.

At this stage, it is a miniature scale hover board toy that has potential to evolve with more research and development. I’d like to ask that you check out the campaign if you have a free moment.  Not only is the technology and science behind this thing as exciting as George McFly upper-cutting Biff’s sleazy grin, but I put a lot of work into the video editing and promotion of this thing. I’m like a proud mom. Just not one who tongue wrestles her offspring. Backing the project isn’t the only way to support the NeoLev either, you can share the links and Like/Follow us on Facebook and Twitter if you’d like to help. Thanks Flysters!

Check out the NeoLev Kickstarter Campaign Here

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P.S. While we are on the topics of Kickstarter projects, please check out my friend David Harding and TJ Lubrano’s project Elevenses, a card game for 2-4 players in which respectable ladies strive to serve the most scrumptious morning teas possible. They haven’t launched yet, but you can follow them on Facebook to get in on the action!

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Me Vs. Mom Vs. Siri

Siri voice command

Driving on long boring road trips, like I did the last weekend, really does wonders for writer’s block. Not that I ever get that. You really have no choice but to let your mind wander. I found my thoughts rolling on top each other, connecting and branching out into explosions of thinking awesomeness. I can only imagine the inside of my head as looking like The Symbiote but less scary. Lacking pen and paper and furthermore, the skill to write anything legible while driving down the highway, I had to use my cellphone. I typed my thoughts in the notepad app. I can feel the judgmental *don’t text and drive* stares. I get it. I only did this because I had a friend in the car, and I didn’t want her to think I’d gone all Whoopi Goldberg on her with my body being invaded by a spirit. I was afraid she would do a tuck and roll out of the vehicle (I’ve watched the movie Ghost way too many times). Anyway, had I been alone, the voice memo recorder is wonderful for capturing thought blurbs on the go.

Other efficient ways in which I use modern cell phone technology:

  • I couldn’t live without Pandora Radio. I open this app before I even brush my teeth in the morning.
  • It is super convenient and easy to send pictures from my phone to my e-mail or Twitter in seconds.
  • If I need to search something lengthy while driving, I use the Google app with the handy voice search.
  • I do almost all of my banking right there on my phone. I can even deposit checks up to $1000.

How my mom uses modern technology:
Note: She has a more advanced version of the Iphone than I do. Unbelievable.

  • Is afraid to say inappropriate things to Siri because she “is afraid she will get in trouble”. Seriously Mom?
  • Finally gets ballsy and makes me listen to her curse at Siri to evoke (in her mind) hilarious responses.
  • Words With Friends
  • Words With Friends
  • Words With Friends
  • Draw Something
  • Words With Friends

Doesn’t she know Words With Friends is so last year?

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Rule of Three

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Rule of Three: The idea that things happen in threes… more specifically/especially negative things. Also known as the poison ivy of bad luck.

Someone needs to deliver me some calamine lotion stat, because I believe my Iphone and I just went through a bad case of this theory. This sort of thing is so familiar to me that I could feel it coming. When I initially was given the phone, it only took two blissful and carefree months before my hand-held jewel became shattered by the very clumsy hands that held it. Having received my Iphone as a birthday gift a couple of years ago, I guess it was only a matter of time before it met its fate again.

Misfortune #1 – Sitting on my balcony hammering away at my keyboard after work one day last week, I lost track of time. Exhausted and surely one mosquito bite away from West Nile disease, I decided to call it a night. My mind is stubborn and conceited in thinking I can carry more items than I have appendages. You should see me carry groceries in from the store. Making more than one trip is not an option. Read the rest of this entry

From AIM to CSS

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Aside from my love of writing, I have a somewhat equal love of manipulating technology (well trying at least) and computers specifically to do and create cool things. I forgot about this passion until recently. It occurred when I was reminiscing about my childhood. When I was on the brink of becoming a teenager, my parents bestowed me with my first personal computer. It was a lavish Christmas present and a Compaq (yuck). At first, I was only stoked for one thing. The thing that all us youngsters crazed over at that time. AOL. More specifically, AIM (AOL Instant Messenger). If you are in your twenties, you know what’s up.

After attempting several different screen names (unfortunately every possible combination of HotChick plus a random set of numbers was already assigned), I finally found an available name and set up my buddy list. Can you imagine if those e-mail addresses stuck with us for life? How awful. Anyway, after weeks of disobeying bed time and holding  ridiculously long chats consisting of nothing but emoticons and various clever laughable “away” messages, I was becoming bored with AIM. I began to explore the inner caves of the internet. I started a blog without even knowing I was blogging. I created myself a flashy account. Of course, the only one reading my nonsensical blabbing was me.

Actually, thinking back on it, I remember being more in to other aspects of the site apart from just writing. Read the rest of this entry

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