R.I.P. Richard Pryor

Comedian Richard Pryor dies at 65
Sat Dec 10, 2005 8:25 PM ET

By Kevin Krolicki

LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - Richard Pryor, who helped transform comedy with biting commentary on race and often profane reflections on his own shortcomings, died on Saturday at age 65 after a long illness, his wife told CNN.

Pryor died of heart failure on Saturday morning after efforts to resuscitate him failed and after he was taken to a hospital in the Los Angeles suburb of Encino, his wife, Jennifer Pryor, said.

Pryor had been suffering from multiple sclerosis, a degenerative nervous system disease, for almost 20 years.

"He was my treasure," Jennifer Pryor said in a telephone interview. "His comedy is unparalleled. ...He was able to turn his pain into comedy."

Credited for paving the way for a generation of comic performers, including the likes of Robin Williams, Dave Chappelle and Chris Rock, Pryor began performing in New York in the 1960s but found his voice with an edgier kind of comedy after moving to California in about 1970.

While he appeared in successful mainstream movies, it was Pryor's confessional style of stand-up, in which nothing was off-limits, that made him a controversial star.

Racism was a major theme of his routine and he co-opted a racial epithet in punch lines, although he said after a 1979 trip to Africa he regretted having brought the word into the entertainment mainstream with Grammy-winning comedy albums like "That Nigger's Crazy" and 1976's "Bicentennial Nigger."

"I decided to make it my own," Pryor wrote in his autobiography "Pryor Convictions." "Nigger. I decided to take the sting out of it. Nigger. As if saying it over and over again would numb me and everybody else to its wretchedness."

Pryor, who battled drug and alcohol abuse for years, also famously joked about a 1980 incident in which he nearly died after dousing himself with cognac and lighting himself on fire while freebasing cocaine.

In the incident, which Pryor later called a suicide attempt, he jumped out a window and ran down a Los Angeles street, burning. ("You know something I noticed? When you run down the street on fire people will move out of your way," he joked in 1982's "Richard Pryor Live on Sunset Strip.")

Pryor, who marked his 65th birthday on December 1, had survived two heart attacks, triple bypass surgery and several run-ins with the law, including a 1978 incident in which he shot up the car of his then-wife when she tried to leave him.

Pryor was married seven times, including twice to Jennifer and twice to Flynn Belaine, and had seven children.


Pryor grew up in a Peoria, Illinois, brothel run by his grandmother. After a stint in the Army, he pursued a comedy career that landed him spots on the Ed Sullivan and Merv Griffin shows in the 1960s.

He eventually grew unhappy with the "white bread" humor those shows sought and revamped his act with inspiration from the hustlers, pimps and other characters he had encountered at his grandmother's brothel. The result was a routine he later called "profane and profound."

"People can't always handle it, but I knew that if you tell the truth it's going to be funny," Pryor said in his memoir.

Pryor was a co-writer of the 1974 Mel Brooks comedy "Blazing Saddles," but lost out on the starring role to Cleavon Little because of controversy over his stand-up routine.

Pryor won Grammy Awards for his comedy albums and portrayed Billie Holiday's piano player in the 1972 Oscar-nominated film "Lady Sings the Blues."

Other film roles paired him with comic Gene Wilder in "Silver Streak" of 1976 and "Stir Crazy" four years later.

The 1986 movie "Jo Jo Dancer, Your Life Is Calling," was based loosely on Pryor's life and recalled his battle with drug addiction and his own near-death experience.

"He was an innovator, a trailblazer," director Spike Lee told CNN. "It's a great loss."


Going Downhill

Yesterday morning I had to go to our local Wal-Mart to pick up a punch bowl for a work "babyshower". Well I couldn't get the self-checkout to work (as per usual at Wal-Mart, any other self checkout I never have to have any help, but this at Wal-Mart, always). So I got frustrated and stormed out the store and broke down crying in my car. All over a 2.83 punch bowl. I then got to work and cursed out everything and everyone. It has finally dawned on me I might be just a bit depressed and stressed out. Mostly about my job, I try to avoid talking about my job so I don't get dooced, but for the past year it has been a big source of my problems, so I am going to talk about it in this blog, at this point I don't care as I am actively seeking a new job, and since everyone at work knows (due to having a manger who is a gossip hound with no thought or care to ethics), at this point it really doesn't matter what I talk about here, and I pray to God they all read it.

In 2004, around May I went to the doctor after I was having a rapid heart beat and chest pain just sitting around doing nothing. They ran tests, blood pressure, cholesterol, and everything else looked fine, I dismissed it, and went on with life. The heart thing kept happening, but since I had went to the doctor and been tested I blew it off, until it kept happening more and more. I went to a cardiologist back in August of this year, I was wearing a heart monitor, taking stress tests out the wazoo, and having echocardiograms. It sounds like an exciting party doesn't it? Well the results came in nothing is wrong with me, everything is great, per the doctor I am stressed out and suffer from panic attacks.

It is kinda weird, I work at an insurance company handling disability claims, and I see people who claim they can't work due to panic and anxiety, I have managed to work at least a year with it and not even know I have it until now. Maybe I should see how the other half lives, or maybe I should go ahead and find another job. I have been looking selectively for the past few months, but know I am looking as if my last check was six months ago, so I can get away.

I don't like breaking down and crying for no reason, or having panic attacks, or yelling at people in random. Work is starting to affect me in ways I never thought a job could, but it has. When I first started I was happy, content, and able to do my job, have fun at it and go home with a smile on my face. Now I come to work in tears, I dread Sundays because they lead to Mondays, and being a work is worse than being in hell.

The worst part of all is I like the job ok; it is the people; from the bottom to the top I can't stand. Shady business practices from management (ERISA law is for suckers, legally binding policies don't count in some instances), backstabbing from co-workers. It is crazy, this is the only place I have ever worked in which suicide attempts in conference rooms occur, and nothing is done to prevent it from happening again. It is time to go and dammit I am trying to get out of here with a vengeance.


I found a new blog and it was life altering

I just finished reading a blog from start to finish and acting like a damn crack fiend. This blog was so honest and the guy is a really good story teller. It is very High Fidelity. It had inspired me not to ramble on actually think about what I write.

Go here, get mad at him, his ex girlfriends, just reminisce and pretend you were into Danzig back in the 90s.


I want him, I want to kill him

This weekend my wonderful husband bought me a ring on an impulse buy for no apparent reason. I was so excited I got it sized and picked it up today and I have been wearing it nonstop. I love it so much. When he does stuff like that I love him to death, but just a few minutes ago, I decided I wanted to kill him.


I go into his office to see him, since he is shut off from the world there and see what he is doing, which per usual is programming. I say "hello!!", start conversation, he is non responsive. I ask what is wrong. He responds "nothing". Then I ask him to smile, he feigns a half ass politician smile, I again ask what's wrong, he then sighs and says "nothing, I hate when you do that!!!" I then ask again what the hell is wrong with him, he replies "uugggghh nothing is fucking wrong!!!"

::end reenactment::

I leave and bite my tongue and will continue silent treatment for the rest of the night. He will pretend nothing happened and pretend I am irrational for not speaking to him. I will stay silent and think of ways to beat him upside his head.


More gay topics

I have a friend that I sometimes get an email from who I once dated. He is a really good guy, he was a cutie (at least the last time I saw him, which was before I even met my husband), and we had a lot of things in common (books, music, being nerds), but we didn't work out because I discovered he liked guys (yeah I googled him and found a personal ad about being bi curious), and I am all about having things in common, but I didn't want to share my interest in boys with boys I dated. Needless to say the dating relationship ended and we became friends. We send an occasional email, usually about music, and how suburban our lives have become.

One early morning like this one, I googled him. I do random googling of people quite often. I googled his real name and his screenname (the one I know about anyway), and again he shows up on some gay website being curious and looking. I once asked him about it right when I cut things off (personal ads while dating someone is just a turn off, gay or straight, just FYI), and he told me he was doing an experiment. I just thought he was bi or curious, either or, I need a man, and I have one that isn't even the slight bit curious about gay people. Girls don't want boys who experiment. It is just safer that way.

I don't want to be on Oprah talking about Down Low Brothers in two years and sobbing uncontrollably about me not knowing he was gay, especially if they signs point that way. Anyway , the good thing is I met my husband shortly after and I don't have to worry about that kind of thing. We don't have a lot in common, but dammit that might be a good thing.

I still like him as a person, I just wish he was more forthright with his gayness, things would be easier for him, if he just came out of the closet.


Almost getting "got"

First let me just say I love the lesbians, the gays, and anything else in which I can put the word "the" in front of to discuss whole groups of people. Friday night I went to Oak Lawn, a famaously gay area of Dallas with some co-workers and we did cruisin' the crossroads, in we got into clubs with no cover and drink specials. Perfect right? We first went to JRs. I was there absorbing the gay atmosphere and taking a blueberry jello shot from a syringe that came from god knows where, all was calm and peaceful. We then head over to Sue Ellen's in which me and the other straight girls from work formed a "straight girl dancing corner" to dance to "Brass Monkey" as freely as we wanted to. Our gay guide decided to stay at the bar and drink, which was a really bad thing now looking back, and as we all know hindsight is 20/20.

Things become scary as we head over to Station 4 aka S4. S4 being predominantly male and gay, I really didn't think there was a need for a straight girl corner, I mean we could have danced to the techno all night and watched men in bicycle short voguing all night long. It was a great place for people watching. I personally was fixated on the short young Asian man dancing shirtless with the tall old balding white man with a pot belly. Especially when they were kissing and the geriatric white man was dangling his little gay Asian from the floor. Well I digress. As we decide to dance the best way us girls know how, our drunk gay guide approaches and comes from behind me grabs my face and to tries to kiss me. I like a punk sissy scream and run, she then follows me to the bar and in drunk talk explains she is going to kiss me, I again scream. At this point I am sober, and even if I was drunk, would I want to be kissing 40 year old co-workers who are girls? Let me answer that for you: No, hell no. She then says I am joking to eradicate all level of discomfort.

We finally head over to Throckmorton Mining Company and decide at this point the night is over, the music has gotten annoying and that those sweaty topless men dancing aren't so cute anymore. We decide to call it a night, our gay guide had the infinite wisdom to come sans car, so that her significant other could pick her up. We ask her to call her woman so we can go ahead and head out once her girl arrives to pick her up. She decides she wants to dance some more, and doesn't need to go home and we should leave without her. Nothing says safe like drunk woman at 12:30 sitting on the curb, dancing all by herself. We then steal her phone and call her woman for her. She then becomes upset and tells me I didn't talk to her woman, I just got the message machine and she isn't coming. I inform her, I did indeed speak to her woman and tell her she is on her way. Of course her woman comes about 20 minutes later and we pour the lesbian drunk into the passenger side and then we all head home. Before we leave our drunk gay guide decides to give everyone a hug and a kiss on the cheek except me since I don't like it. May I note here I don't mind a peck on the cheek, I do mind people trying to smooch me on the lips and utilizing drunk tongue, if she tried to kiss me on the cheek, it would be one thing, but to come at me from behind and I am off guard, not so cool.

On Saturday I decide my 29 year old ass is way too old to go clubbing, and I wake up with a headache and tired as hell.

On Monday our gay guide decides she remembers nothing of Friday night. Not one thing.

On Tuesday, she remembers trying to kiss me, but she was just joking, there was a smile on her face after all.

Thursday she becomes angry white woman trying to understand why blacks don't just get over slavery.


Getting Over Slavery?

Today at work, a co-worker was telling me that she doesn't understand why black people don't get over slavery. I was wondering what the hell she meant by that. She wanted me to be aware that slavery occured in Africa by Africans. As if I didn't learn about slavery at all. I asked her did that make slavery right here? Did that erradicate all wrongdoing in America because other black people did it? We could use that rationale with child prostitution in Asia, just because it is overlooked there, doesn't mean it is ok to do in America!!!!

I then asked her if she thinks that is what black people are truly mad about? She thought it was. I had to explain to my white co-worker that slavery didn't end racism, and legalized racism didn't end until the 1960s (segregation, Jim Crow). I did this by explaining when my father went to college he couldn't go to Texas A&M because they didn't allow colored folk, instead he went to Prairie View A&M. I asked her was segregation and Jim Crow Laws ok? She said no. She did feel that she shouldn't be persecuted because she wasn't born in that time. I insisted I shouldn't be persecuted either, it shouldn't be assumed I am poor, uneducated, or treated differently because of perceptions white people have about blacks. Because many whites have these perceptions, they treat me differently, even though they might not outwardly hate blacks they perceive me as a "lesser person". Case and point I had a woman with a degree in PE (
kinsology) inform me of how the government works and how the states and federal government work together. I had to inform her I was probably well more aware of this than she was, my degree is in Public Administration. Nothing but government, stats, and accounting. Trust me I know how to budget a city, a state, and a federal agency. I didn't need her help on the procedures of state and federal government. But obvoiusly being black, I wouldn't understand such complex things, like state rights. I need the PE girl to explain it to me.

I wonder if white people honestly think racism died because slavery and Jim Crow did. I asked my white reference, my husband, and he said no, but since it is obvious, a lot of white people think black people read too much into stuff. I personally think it has to do with the fact that black people always have to second guess actions by whites. Since it isn't acceptable to be outwardly racist anymore, even though the feelings are there consciencely or sub-consciencely, it doesn't mean they don't exist and don't manifest themselves in different ways. Instead of lynching people, you don't promote qualified blacks into better paying jobs, instead you choose your white buddy, who might not have the experience, but looks like you. You justify anger towards blacks by saying we get jobs "handed to us" due to affirmative action, even though the biggest minority that "benefits" is white women (yes women, white, black, brown yellow, are minorities per the EEOC).

Then she had the audacity to compare her not being able to get married to her partner to being black in america. Again I had to remind her of one thing. My color can't be hidden, and not that she should hide her sexual orientation, but she has a choice to let people know or not. I asked her when was the last time an apartment or home she was looking at became unavailable when the person renting or selling saw her in person, but on the phone a few hours before it was available. Or how security will follow me around in a store I supposedly don't belong in. Or how whenever I get a traffic ticket, it takes three police cars to issue it, and it takes then ten minutes to run warrants based upon my driver's license and vehicle, and since that isn't good enough I need to give them a detailed history of the vehicle, such as where it is bought and how much I paid for it. Mind you I have never been to jail, nor do I have a criminal record, but I am treated like a criminal all the time, be it by polcie, a store salesperson, or just an old lady walking in the mall clutching her purse.

I think most people white, black, brown, yellow, are racist, but it doesn't make it right, I just wish people would acknowledge their feelings so I know whether to avoid you like the plague, because I am honestly tired defending someone's right to be pissed off, again be pissed off, not use color or lack there of as an excuse for their shortcomings.


My newest fur baby!!!!!! A runt doberman with uncropped ears, a fierce guardian of greenie treats, and a great chaser of cats!!!! I present to you King!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Posted by Picasa

Ikea madness

I went to the Ikea today and god it felt like I was going to Six Flags the way everyone was acting. Ikea just opened on August 3rd. Driving there is like driving to some rock concert. Traffic everywhere!!!!!!!!!!!! All for Ikea, not for the mall, not for some restaurant, but for swedish inspired particle board furniture (which I adore). I love Ikea,Lord knows I have flipped through the catalogs for years attempted while in Houston to make a quick stop for some stuff I simply didn't need, but for God sakes, it is Ikea and people here in Dallas are treating like the second coming of Christ, I just don't get it.

It is an awesome store, any and every Ikea is awesome, but dammit, it is crazy in there, people everywhere, and so much to buy, my husband had to make me put stuff down because I was picking up stuff because it was only $.50 or $1.00 or $3.49. I couldn't help it, Ikea is like a European Wal Mart, full of gaudy stuff, but exciting because it is European, therefore making it much more exciting than the Wal Mart cheap gaudy stuff.


High School Reunion? Thanks but NO thanks.....

My wonderful high school alumni have thought it to be a great idea to have a high school reunion. I went to the little site giving us the info on where to meet and when (no I am not posting a link). People had their pictures up, and I don't remember half the people there and the ones I do remember I couldn't stand in high school.

I don't know if you can tell but I was the bitter token nerd black girl at my high school. Me and the other two black girls in my high school class just loved being mistaken for each other, even though none of us looked remotely alike, except of course for being black. I was angry and pretty damn annoying with my "I'm a loner" type attitude and "no one understands me because I listen to the Cure and other depressing stuff" diatribe.

God the stress of PSAT and the redneck guidance counselor directing me in the way of community college because of As and Bs while referring my white "junkie" friend who failed everything to a real college, well UNT anyway, more than she suggested to me.

::segway into rant::

Thankfully by the time this backwards ass bitch suggested this to me I had been accepted to every school I applied to including Vassar and NYU (did you notice I was trying to go far away as possible?). Due to parents not wanting to pay for a New York lifestyle and me not getting the assumed minority scholarships that all my white counterparts assumed were given to me, I quickly drove my ass to UNT, where I dropped out junior year and then finally graduated from another school.

::back to topic::

Here is the list as to why going to this high school reunion would be a bad thing:

1) I hated high school
2) I hated the people I went to high school with. Yes, all of them.
3) I hate all memories of high school
4) I hate high school reunions (I think it has something to do with that trashy reality show on the WB where everyone acted like a complete sluts who hadn't had sex since high school)
5) I hated high school
6) I hated high school
7) I hated high school
8) I hated high school
9) I hated high school
10) I really hated high school.

Anyway I don't think I will be attending for sanity purposes. Instead I feel suicide would be a more viable option before attending the high school reunion. I need a drink just thinking about high school.

I don't know if I said this or not, but I hated high school.


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What the hell is wrong with his fingernails? Posted by Hello

News of the Week

Terri Schiavo needs to die, let her go, if this is what she wanted, she didn't want much out of life. Her parents appear to be media hungry people intent on believing this was caused by her husband's alleged abuse, which was never proven, and they attempted to sue the woman's doctors, blaming them for Ms. Schiavo's current condition. It seems they are trying to do anything to blame anyone else, except for their daughter for what happened, and appear to have a hard time letting go. It has been 15 years, give the woman Mercy. Please I beg of you, let her go and keep your face off my television, you and the religious media whore psychos outside her hospice care do nothing of great importance. We can't get a new episode of Lost to come on until May, but I have this nonsense in my face all day long.

Tom Sizemore, quit whining you guilty baby. Were you crying like a little bitch when you were getting high? I really don't think so.

Banksy, just rocks. I am oh so proud of this man :)

That is enough of current news and events, I must calm down now.


Assessing the New Years Resolutions

1) Lose Weight (not happening, just started AGAIN today)
2) Take care of home/self better (still rolling out of bed and putting hair in pony tail, currently burning candles to omit stinky odors in home)
3) Limit time on internet and playing on computer (what am I doing right now?)
4) Less road rage (I might have this one on lock, but I am still doing hand gestures)
5) Journal progress (I am doing that right now)

So 1.5 out of five ain't bad.

Well yesterday we went ahead and ordered the man's (husband's) car at the dealership. My baby is not about settling, he is getting exactly what he wants, and what he wants are pink or purple lights in the dash. I like the car, but when I told my father the only thing he said about the car was that my husband would get tired of driving a manual transmission (yes my husband decided on manual instead of auto, I guess to prevent me from driving it, which is something else my father said). I don't know why we need a manual transmission, but he is getting a GT, which I guess that makes it better for street racing. You know the street racing my husband is constantly doing in his car on his way to work, the grocery store, etc. He needs to be ready to race any time and any where.  Posted by Hello


Look at my artistic approach to my day at sea on a cruise. i.e. I was really bored and started taking pictures at random and accidentally got a lucky shot. Posted by Hello

I want to be here. I don't wanna go to work. I need to become independently wealthy, but how? I will look at this pic and hope I can go back relatively soon. Oh I love you Cancun!!! Posted by Hello


Trying to get knocked up

Me and the husband have been trying to get knocked up very casually. I attempted to be an ovulation nazi initially, but that caused a way too much trouble I would rather not get into. This time I figure I will try in a more subtle manner. I bought my little fertility books today and hopefully this will help. I know I am ready to have children when I "accidentally" shop for infant clothing and actually put the stuff in my shopping basket, only to come to my senses before I hit the register to pay for items for a phantom baby. The goal is to get pregnant within the year. If not I will again become the ovulation nazi. After years of NOT trying to get pregnant, I thought this pregnancy thing would be way easier, but it isn't.


Last Friday was my birthday

Well I am the big 29. I feel old and decrepid, but hey I got to wear a tiara the whole entire day and go shopping. This week my co-workers celebrated my birthday as well ( I was gone last week due to jury duty) and next week my friends are taking me out to have a proper celebration with liquor :)


My fat kitty Posted by Hello

Valentine's Day afternath, flowers, candy, balloons. We did the usual sushi, with starbucks after dinner drink, came home had chocolate fondue and strawberries. The flowers were really pretty, and I loved my balloon. Check out the beautiful accent wall missing the curtain rod and curtains. Fancy huh? Posted by Hello


High School Sucked (My rant for the day)

I just stumbled across a blog of a former high school "friend" (the "friend" will be commented on further down the line). Apparently she still hangs out with all the other people I considered "friends" in high school, and after ten years apparently still hasn't changed, except for being a Jesus Freak (I will rant about those folks another day). The funny thing is I saw her working at a Starbucks (yeah the art career took off) and she pretended she didn't even remember me, as if we never once had a conversation in high school.

Looking back these people were never my friends, but I was so desperate to belong, I considered them such. I wanted to hang out with these folks so bad, and I was on the outer fringes of their circle, so I considered myself their “friend”. In my sophmore year of high school, I became friends with a freshman who wanted to be their friends as well, and I introduced her to them, and we were all supposedly "friends". Me and the girl was supposedly best friends, but things turned sour, we got into an argument, and all these people I considered my friends, instead became her “friends”, and they all end up ignoring me and expelling me from their group of “friends”.

As a result, senior year sucked. I was alone, bitter, and realized at that point my whole high school career, I really didn't have any friends, and I was just a big loser. Needless to say, seeing that girl's blog really got me in a pissy mood. I can hold a grudge forever, and if I was ever to see one of those girls again, I would probably pummel them, or spout nastiness straight from my mouth. I know it is ten years, almost eleven years later, but I am just that nasty. May they all die penniless and toothless.

I love my big booty babe. She is classy sitting all in my study next to a cigarette lighter and cheap little boombox on my shelf. You can get one too at: www.bootybabeart.com Posted by Hello

the beauty of paying too much for a car Posted by Hello

Selling Out even more

Me and my husband decided to put ourselves further into debt. Not only do we now how a house payment, student loans, and credit card bills (which are dwindling every month, thank goodness for ramen noodles), we have now decided we needed bigger car payments. I have upgrade from a 2001 Mitsubishi Eclipse to a brand spanking new, gass guzzling, destroyer of the earth 2005 Nissan Murano.

To get even further into debt, my husband plans to purchase a 2005 Ford Mustang.

If you told me six years ago I would have finished college, got married, bought a house, and work in corporate america, I would have told you that you were a lying sack of ish that needed to go somewhere and sit down, I would never sell out to "tha man". I say this as I sit at a starbucks, with my notebook, while listening to my ipod. Selling out as if I have never sold out before. The mass media has brainwashed me, and I like it.


Stupid Comment of the Week

I just have to share this, I am in just complete and utter awe about what comes from people's mouths. I had a co-worker tell me that she feels whites are less cold natured than blacks, and so are hispanics, because they are the same (as whites). She said it was true, she went out to smoke in the cold winter air with a co-worker and was freezing, and her co-workerinformed her it wasn't that cold, so now all non-black people are invicible to the cold weather.

::Segway into rant::

I am sorry, we live in Texas, we are not used to cold ass weather, white or black, unless you are a northern transplant, who will then commence to tell us how we don't know how to drive on ice, and everyone drives so slow on it. No shit sherlock!!!!! We are from Texas it sleets maybe once or twice a damn year, we don't have snow trucks, and no one clears the streets so we can go to work or to the mall or wherever the hell you think we are going. We shut down, stay home, and wait for the eight hours it takes for the sleet or snow to go away and start back to normal the next day. Go the hell back up North to where everything is better and the snow laden streets are cleared, go shovel your damn sidewalk with your -17 degree weather.

::end of rant, back to original topic::

Personally I am cold natured as well, I like cold, not sub-zero cold, but regular old cooler than 100 degrees. In Texas we don't have cold weather that much, which is probably why I like it, it is a change of pace. Maybe that makes me an oreo. Who the hell knows?


What the hell is Siditty?

Siditty is me and this is my first post to this blog. Siditty means "stuck-up", "snooty", "elitist". Yeah I fit into all those categories. Talk to me about politics, music, books, or movies and you will know what I mean when I talk about being "siditty". I have quit talking to people based upon the fact they have crappy tastes in music. I rant and rave alot, I am a bit of a drama queen, and yes I am a girl, no straight american male in his right mind would name a blog "siditty". I am not a girly girl, but this blog will reveal all my sidittiness.

Let's have a "getting to know you":

Name: Siditty
Age: 28, almost 29 as of February 18, please refer to the amazon wishlist for all gifts
Marital Status: Married to a boy
Children: 2, one dog, one cat
Favorite Movie: Right now it is Kill Bill, but that changes from day to day
Last Movie I bought: Napoleon Dynamite
Last Movie I saw in the theatres: I am embarassed to say "Meet the Fockers"
Favorite Band of All Time: Pixies, this has been my favorite band since I was 14 and heard Velouria for the first time
Other favorite bands or artists (this is a very short list): The Smiths, Massive Attack, Tricky, Frank Black, Breeders, Stereolab, Telefon Tel Aviv, Franz Ferdinand, Modest Mouse, Public Enemy, Portishead, Weezer.
Favorite Color: Blue
Favorite Food: Sushi, I can eat it everyday, literally. Sashimi, Nigiri, it is all good.
Political Leanings: Liberal, liberal, liberal, and I don't care who knows it dammit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Biggest Issue Concerning America Today: Men who still think baggy pants that hang off their ass at the age of 40 is cool. Crack kills, and so do holey fruit of the loom whitey tighteys. Brittney Spears and her trailer trash lifestyle. Beyonce and her weave.

Well that is just a little glimpse of me, but there will be more to come.