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I caught the first 15 or so minutes of tonight’s new episode of Rock of Love with Bret Michaels. 

 

After seeing the first season full of mostly young women, I think a better title for this second season would be MILF Hunting with Bret Michaels.

Last night I played for the first time a game of flip cup, and holy cow!!!  That game is FUN!!!  And by game, I mean lots of games of it. 

Needless to say after several hours imbibing on beer, I was tired, drunk, and in need of a way home.  So I entered into the subway at Union Square, and as you can imagine, hilarity ensued. 

It was there that I met this garbage can who was peering off onto the tracks.

This dude was awesome.  He beat me three times in a row with staring contests, and it was as if he was looking right through me and onto the tracks.  When I finally checked, I saw a rat scurrying around through the rails and ties. 

While I didn’t ask, I’m almost certain that the two of them know each other quite well.

After about 15 minutes a Q train finally arrived to drag my body out to Brooklyn.  It was on this Q train that I saw 3 Musketeers riding in the very same car as me.

Half eaten, but still, none the less, 3 Musketeers were riding the late night subway connection of the Q train.

Eventually I got onto an N train that pulled me up to 59th Street to await an R late night shuttle.  It was while waiting on the 59th Street platform that I found this can of opened, but unpopped Pringles!

Seeing this can of Pringles made me wonder of the sadness that someone must have realized when found out that their unpopped can of Pringles, which they carried for miles on the subway, was left on the subway platform so perfectly…kind of sad, yet highly entertaining, at least to my drunken self.

Here’s a shot of a fly on a leaf of some type of lemon verbena (I think). 

I love lines within the leaves, and the shine of this little bug; I think that the color would be a great color of a nice new car. 

Anyway, I remember that this fly just stayed on that one leaf for about an ten minutes.  I had never seen a fly stay in the same place for so long.  TOTAL COOLNESS!!!

I saw Cloverfield this past Saturday evening in the awful, dilapidated, low class regulars theater, btw I actually kind of love the theater with that combination. 

Anyways, I’m not going to spoil the movie at all for you.  To be honest, I didn’t know what to expect from it, other than it was supposed to be scary, and at parts it was definitely scary.  So scary to the point that I felt it should have been an R rated movie rather than a PG-13.

I’d say go see it for the sake of seeing it, but be warned that it is shot full length on a handheld very shaky camera shot, while was definitely annoying at first, but it sort of works actually.  Overall 3 of 5 stars.

I wanted to write about the actual experience of seeing the movie being crazy. 

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I’ve been meaning to post this for a while, and it somehow got lost in the pending queue. 

I ride the subway with a guy who has a certain sense of poor hair fashion, that’s on top of his already naturally screwed up looking face.  I see him a couple of mornings a week, he’s most likely two years older than me based on who I’ve seen him be friendly to, and btw, he has the worst hairstyle imaginable. 

Okay, maybe the bad look has everything to do with his double crossed eyes, but maybe not.  See, he has the sides of his hair all long and heavy metal rockerish.  These long strands are bleached blonde for the first six or so inches, with the last six of so inches being his natural? color of dark brown, almost black. 

I know that this ugly coloring layer has become quite the unfortunate popular thing among trashy white people nowadays, but that’s not all that’s wrong with him.  The top of his head is most likely bald, so it’s really a bozo the clown look that is amplified by the change in color.

I say that his head is most likely bald because he drags the hair from the back of his head forward, heavily gels it, and makes it a solid dark brown cut of grass - similar to Donald Trump’s cwaf.

I would love nothing more to have a photo of the guy here for you all, but he appears to have the look of nothing to lose, and willing to fight over nothing in an instant - I don’t need that drama.  So here’s an MS Paint version of him.

It’s a sad head of hair indeed, and yes, that really is how his eyes are double crossed, and yes, he really does have the thin, heavily manicured beard on his face with a messy unmanicured goatee hanging off his chin. 

He truly is a man of mystery.

Two articles from the news yesterday… 

People in charge of the United States believe that they know what is best for the people in many other countries, i.e. who should be in charge and how Pakistan should be run.

These same people who are in charge of the United States also believe that giving nearly all taxpayers $600 to “stimulate” the economy is a good thing, i.e. tax rebates, or several gross billion dollars that we need to borrow from another country (most likely China).  Kids that will be born five years from now will be the ones working to pay off that loan for that measely $600 you get later this year.

I’m sure that most Americans have already decided what they’ll buy with it, and if you’re smart, you’ve already chosen properly, GUN!  That’s right, take your $600 and buy a gun.

 

Cause if rebates like these keep coming out every time the public realizes the mistakes of the people in charge of the United States, i.e. a few hundred bankers, policy makers, and white collar degenerates; instead of allowing the problem to fix itself through the natural course of open market, you’re gonna need that gun for access to fresh drinking water, and food, sooner than you might think. 

You’re welcome.

Here’s the possible Heath Ledger conspiracy theory; the Church of Scientology either killed or had Heath Ledger taken out…. as crazy as that sounds… stay with me here.*

For the record, I never met Heath Ledger, don’t know much of him other than he was an actor, a father, and was separated from the mother of his young child.  I’ve only been privy to what has been in the media reports as to why and how he died.  I’m not a doctor, nor am I into believing most conspiracy theories,yet I have come up with this conspiracy theory that seems quite plausible - AND THIS CONSPIRACY THEORY IS PROBABLY NOT WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO HIM, but what if it really IS what happened?  What if???

Either way, there are alot of coincidental items around Ledger’s tragic death that make for a believable to some conspiracy theory, so I’m going to share this one with you.

Okay, remember a couple of years back,when husband Tom Cruise and wife Nicole Kidman had split - back then the rumors were that they could never have any biological children together due to medical reasons?  Kidman’s confirmed pregnant now, and Cruise has a daughter, and while it’s slightly off topic, I find it odd.

Anyway, remember a few years ago that there was a rumor that Tom Cruise had been found in bed with Rob Thomas of Matchbox 20, by Thomas’ wife; and how it was theorized that Tom Cruise signed a contract with Katie Holmes to be with him for five years, and then went on Oprah and did his crazy looking jumping all over the couch thing [click here to watch] proclaiming his love for his still quite new “lover” Katie Holmes as a way to get the news stories away from the rumor of his being found in bed with Rob Thomas?

Not sure if that is at all true or not, but these rumors set a pattern that shows how the people behind Tom Cruise and the Church of Scientology apparently work hard to clear the air of bad media about them.

Okay, well, the last two weeks prior to Heath Ledger having died, the internet was a buzz over the leaked Scientology video with Tom Cruise making no sense to the lay mans ears.  Then, in the very week prior to Heath Ledger’s death the mainstream media had picked that up and had been focusing lots of coverage into weird things about Scientology, the new book about Scientology, and the leaked Tom Cruise rambling Scientology video.

Let me remind you that it has been well documented that the Church of Scientology does not like its name in the press in any negative form, and that in the last week of Ledger’s life, Scientology was receiving a full on dump truck of unwanted bad press.

Come Tuesday, after a three day weekend, at the beginning of a new news week, Heath Ledger mysteriously dies, with evidence leading to a possible accidental drug overdose.

Not only that, but an odd half an hour elapsed between Ledger being found by TWO people in poor physical condition, unconscious in physical distress, and the time when they finally decided to call 911 for help.

Why didn’t they call 911 for help at the first sign of Ledger being unconscious?  Why did they instead call Mary-Kate Olsen?  What were they physically doing for that half an hour?

Coincidence, maybe, planned, possibly.

Let’s look further.  What happened to the mainstream media sources since the Heath Ledger death news it?

Stories about Ledger have been highly publicized and at the forefront of almost every newscast and news agency with constant mentions of legal drugs being involved, with no evidence of any illegal substance being present.

What happened to the Tom Cruise video and not so good Church of Scientology news that had been all over the mainstream media?

Gone, nearly forgotten, not being mentioned.

This equation very well could just be a coincidence, however, it does end up coincidentally favoring the Church of Scientology immensely.

All of the bad Scientology news is gone from the media, and in its place is a big story of a very well known, good looking young man, known to the public, with a sure to be big hit movie coming out, having apparently died from an accidental drug overdose, with only prescription medications being involved as well.

Due to the circumstances of Ledger’s death, the Church of Scientology now has a new publicly known “victim” of bad effects of legal drugs and medications, while police are left with a clean case of “accident” and no suspect needing be sought.

It sounds like this could all be a perfect, coup d’etat, if you will.

Highly coincidental, or highly connected?  I’m not sure, but with Heath Ledger’s autopsy results coming back inconclusive, we might want to think about this or other things as being a possible cause for his death.

UPDATE: The mystery deepens… “A TOP forensics doctor says it is highly unlikely a groggy Heath Ledger accidentally overdosed on the prescription pills found in his apartment.

Dr. Michael Baden, chief forensic pathologist for the New York State Police, said it typically took a massive ingestion to kill.”

““The pills generally have a large safety margin,” Dr Baden said.”

*LEGAL DISCLAIMER: In no way shape or form does this post, the author, or the website BeehiveHairdresser.com intend on saying that Tom Cruise, Katie Holmes, the Church of Scientology, or anyone else for that matter, actually had a hand in the cause of Heath Ledger’s death.  This post contains unscientific and unproven theory as well as rumors. This post is in fact one giant rumor, and should not be taken seriously.  This website is meant to bring readers entertainment by way of a world of truth based fictional mystery, and nothing mentioned here should be taken as a fact or truth.

As I mentioned earlier in the week, I went antique browsing on Atlantic Avenue on MLK Day.  Specifically to a huge five floor converted turn of the 20th Century schoolhouse that specializes in antique furniture and stained glass windows. 

They seriously have a ridiculously large collection of some of the coolest chairs, sofas, coffee tables, and everything - check out this cool looking sad face on a snake carved out of one piece of wood. 

Isn’t it cool!?! 

Okay, now here’s what I’d like in a summer home up in the mountains somewhere…

These zebra patterned chairs near the entryway.

 

This 1950s circa kitchen table and chairs set. 

And this flippin’ amazing leather lounge for a sitting room.

Oh, and I MUST have this wooden thrown to sit on at the head of the dining room table. 

 

I know, I know, a dining room table in a mountainside summertime getaway, crazy, but it’s my fantasy.

My face is whitewashed in that thrown photo due to some direct sunlight, and I’m not the only one who didn’t appreciate the whitewashed face.  The whitewashed face made this clown cry…

And he in turn his crying made this clown cry…

And seeing them both crying made me have to lay down to gather myself together on this lounge that has a soft cushion sticking out towards one end. 

For the life of me, I can’t figure out what the purpose of that sticking straight up cushion is for, because you can’t lean back on it to support you.

My best guess is that the cushion is to keep your feet from attacking one another.  Safety first, even when resting.

And THAT kids, is antiquing along Atlantic Avenue.

Just about every day at work I end up squashing a couple of fruit flies or gnats while sitting in my cubicle, or urban rain forest if you will.  They aren’t only in my cube, the whole area around the cube came with this infestation. Needless to say swatting these little suckers out and away from my face is one of the most annoying parts of my day.

Here’s one that I caught yesterday.

As you can see from that speckle of black on my hand, these insects are quite tiny.  I usually just toss them on the floor but yesterdayI ended up placing him into the brand new blue recycling bin in my cube.  I don’t need a stinkin’ email to tell ME how to make good use out of it.

I can’t see him in there, but I know he’s in there, and God forbid I still be here long enough, I sure hope that I’m able to fill up the entire recycling bin with these little buggers. 

Stay tuned for the youtube of me hunting, or is it fishing of them?

First off, let me just say that I wasn’t the only one who saw them, and no, I do not believe that they were alien spacecraft of any sort.  The were simply Unidentified Flying Objects flying over New York City in a way that made them unrecognizable and weirded us out.  It was definitely something, just not sure what….

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There’s a small chain of Mexican restaurants in New York City called, Mezcal’s, and I’ve briefly mentioned them in a post this past November. 

Not all of the Mezcal’s are even close to one another in a comparison.  The one in Park Slope sucks because of the waitstaff, guacamole, and ambiance, while the one in Bay Ridge has the friendliest waitstaff around, great guacamole, and ambiance to die for - at least for a Mexican restaurant. 

For starters…

They have this sign hanging in the restaurant, and who doesn’t love a Spanish language Budweiser sign in the form of a Star or David, or as I like to say, Star of Budweiser (Hee-Yuck Hee-Yuck).

This scantily clad woman poster is hanging in the men’s room.

Muy Caliente!!!  Cheese informs me that a similar one is in the ladies room as well. 

Excellent guacamole…

Check!

Deliciously strong strawberry frozen margarita…

Check!

Photo of delicious chimichanga tlaqueqpaque…

Oops… too good of a food in front of an empty stomach on top of some strong margarita = no tlaquepaque photo. 

Trust me, it is SO worth the trek out to Bay Ridge for their food. 

1. Open a Bar or Restaurant:  Buy or lease an old place of worship, preferably a building that was and is still obviously built to be Jewish Temple.  Recreate the inside building space into a beautiful restaurant, while keeping the obvious religious signs on the outside.
2. Protect Ya Neck:  Place big locked iron gates and doors on all of the entryways, and then place this sign behind one of the big, scary, iron gates.
3. Wait & Spring:  Wait for people, possibly a couple who became interested in the building, and allow them to get close.  Let them take photos of the sign, let them question to themselves what the building is now, and let them comment to themselves that they think it’s a fine looking restaurant.  Then as they are about to leave jump out from behind one of the big iron doors and announce in a rather loud, stern, angry sounding, annoyed flamboyant voice while having a hippie look about you, with a contradicting, abstract, manicured red goatee on your chin and say, “We’re open from Tuesdays to Saturdays, so please come back sometime.  We’ve a restaurant, and we have a website.  Come back.”