Brie Gainer fierce single mother, resident of Texas, but heart in Hawaii. Old enough to be your mother, so don't mess around. Working in insurance for 8 years. Life in AUSTIN for the past decade has been very pleasing indeed.
I don’t consider myself to be a film geek, but I find myself inserting movie quotes into my daily life. Like most people, I love to get to a movie theatre any chance I get. My taste in movies is akin to my taste in cheese or chocolate: I prefer bitter films with a creative, mysterious undertone. I can usually find “my” kind of movies on IFC, at Alamo Drafthouse and Angelika Film Center.
That said, try not to throw up when I tell you: my favorite movie is “Titanic.” Yes, THAT one with Kate Winslet.
Other faves, in no particular order:
“Paris, Je t’aime”
“Fantastic Mr. Fox”
“Stranger Than Fiction”
the “Life of David Gale”
the “Royal Tenenbaums”
“Things We Lost in the Fire”
Favorite Artists // Michael Franti, Tina Dico, Nya Jade, Regina Spektor, Oren Lavie, Imogen Heap, Ben Folds, Rufus Wainwright
Right now, I’m listening to Yes, Maria, Yes by David Wax Museum on Pandora.
I am not one of those people who has to have 10,000+ songs in my iTunes library. I don’t feel the need to pirate MP3s. And I don’t have a hoard of old tapes and CD’s.
Basically, @Pandora has simplified my life. I can explore, favorite, and be practically guaranteed that the music I hear is music I WANT to hear.
During Christmas, you cannot go wrong with Merriest Hawaiian Christmas Radio!
…working!…coming soon!..I know you can’t wait! LOL!!!
Skills // Over 15 years' administrative, secretarial experience, applicable to any office setting. Effectively supports team needs, helping productive work environments by fostering quality professionalism and office etiquette. Not easily offended. ;-)
Keywords // Creative, Lead By Example, Reliable, Discrete, Keyboarding, Efficient, Effective, Resourceful, Excel, Word, Wordpress, Twitter, Facebook, Hippie Austin Mom, Blogging, #SoMe Fan, Art Supporter
Guess what else? // I know how to type. On an actual typewriter.
About this Blog // Here is where I insert my little disclaimer. This blog is primarily a place where I ramble on and release my inner demons. Don't even think about taking it too personally or firing me for anything I have to say here. (So there!)
idiot person who needs a little help on Yahoo!Answers: My neibhor parks his truck practicly on top of my bumber every night can i call police?
Yahoo!Answers is hands-down the worst website EVER. [Deleting list of examples of disgusting gore websites which Yahoo!Answers still tops.] It serves absolutely no purpose other than to irritate THOSE OF US WITH A BRAIN.
I’m not saying I don’t make spelling mistakes myself. My grammar is not perfect.
I -get- that cursive, using an actual pencil, etc, is becoming obsolete, but could you at least learn how to SPELL without relying on autocorrect? “Practically” is not “practicly.” “There” does not equal “their.” And let’s just not get into “you’re” vs “your.” OMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!!!
Also, would it be too much to ask for a little [censored] punctuation?
Oh, my lordie baby Christmas take the wheel! They walk among us, people!!!!!
What set me off today? The comment section of a news story. I’m not siting which news site because the comment section on any given news site is equally as bad as another.
I’m never reading the comments section ever again. The YouTube comments section is horrendous!!! Making comments should be disallowed by default.
Why does the comments section even exist on news sites anyway? They are usually filled with idiot comments. I would rather read old-fashioned Letters to the Editor.
The most foul comments come in when:
1.) a white person is out of jail for a crime in which a black person committing the same crime would have a snowball’s chance in hell
2.) someone is shot by the police
3.) there is a gay rights issue
4.) there is an abortion issue
5.) there is a policital issue
6.) someone farts in the wind
Today’s Required Reading and Spelling Tips:
p.s. Did you find it?
I can’t even talk, I’m so TO’d. Blogging goes hand in hand with a solid blog aggregator, and Google Reader will no longer be that source of solid reading for me. Actually, this is a big deal for me: I subcribe to nearly 400 blogs. No lie.
It’s true that while some update daily, about half of them are dead or slow to update. I always get a little thrill when one of the dead ones comes back to life. Some of the ones that update more than 10 times daily are usually photography blogs, or news blogs.
What can I say? I am a whore for Google Reader.
Google Reader Is Dead, Long Live Google Reader by Eric Kain
I used to think Bloglines was my back-up, but it really dropped off after they became powered by Netvibes. Feedly is just not an option as a non-Chrome user, but I may look into it later. And [deleting mini reviews of other aggregators] now here I am…scrambling.
I think this has pretty much become the last straw for me as far as Google and Google products are concerned. Yes, even my beloved Gmail may go the way of my formerly beloved Yahoo mail & Yahoo accounts.
As Google tries to put their fingers into more and more projects, they need to pull manpower away from the lesser used products. I get it, OK?
But, what next, Google? What next? Why the hell won’t you shut down ORKUT and keep Reader alive? Bitches! Orkut! I mean, for real? I can’t name one person who actively uses Orkut. I’ve tried it, and was not impressed.
p.s. I just became a paying subscriber of NewsBlur. What is wrong with me?
For the past couple of months, I have been consumed with negative feelings at work. That old timey email “How To Tell When You Need to Pray at Work” has become my best friend. LOL!!!
So, instead of fueling the negativity I find myself fantasizing quite a bit. Right now, all I can think about is laying my hands on $60,000. That’s right. 60K. Sixty-thousand-simoleons. €46146.72EU. 1,200 times I would have to ho myself at $50 per session. ROFL! [DISCLAIMER: I would never do that. Do I really need to say so?]
I am bent on buying a local art business which is up for sale, but I really don’t know how to go about raising the capital. Getting my ass in there and running the business would be one thing–I would be great at it–but getting the money to hand over to the current owner. Jesus take the wheel!
The good thing is that the current owner is up for all kinds of negotiation. We just need to a.) have a sit-down, and b.) find a sugar daddy. (Or sugar momma. Let’s not discriminate.)
On top of at least two of the existing employees, who will never be allowed to leave EVER, if they work for me, I have a handful of people in line to take over certain parts of the biz.
Sigh. I am being vague about details because I don’t think the current owner would appreciate me blogging about this stuff.
And, really, WHO AM I KIDDING? I will never be able to buy this biz. Even if the owner says, “Give me $25K and pay off the rest.”
I have to say that this is one of those times when having Dad alive would certainly be handy. He has opened up a few businesses and can point me in the right direction.
I wonder if I can play the “minority / woman-owned” card? Shoot.
It’s nice to dream. I know I say I am dreaming about this, but I am really going to look into this. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt. I’m sure I could at least get some partners together. Who knows? I can see this being a fun opportunity. The business is already established and branded–it just needs someone to step in.
I doubt I would quit my full-time job, at least not immediately. As I said, I already have some people in mind to parcel work out until I can be in there regularly.
My bosses at the Body Shop come to mind. They opened two franchises in San Antonio (both now closed) and the wife kept her job as an international flight attendant. The husband was in charge of running the shop. So, it worked out great! (Until the end, but that is for another time.)
OMG, speaking of dreaming, I had one of the most bizarre dreams I’ve ever had: it was about zombies.
It’s a little-known fact that I can’t stand zombies. They are gross, and I have no interest AT ALL in any of those shows or movies starring zombies.
The only thing that ever captured my attention zombie-wise were photos by daily dose of imagery of the 2008 Toronto Zombie Walk. The photos are incredible.
Anyway, I will spare you the details of the dream, except one: the more fearful people were of a particular zombie, the taller the zombie became.
Now that was [censored] frightening. At one point in the dream, we were in a high-rise condo building and the tallest of the “fearful zombies” was at least 10 stories tall.
OMG!!!!!!!! It was terrible. The only way to deal with the zombies was to keep all your doors and windows closed and completely covered, so they couldn’t see you, OR to just play dead. In my dream, they wouldn’t bother breaking in if they thought you were dead. If you were on the street, you were at risk.
I don’t know how zombies are supposed to act. I really don’t care. So, my dream probably didn’t have all the rules right.
One of the things I remember was being up in that glass condo building, with no curtains, and watching this 10-story female zombie limp over and look in. My daughter and I played dead in the livingroom while Brent whipped out a Skullmasher and started shooting through the glass. Good Lord.