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{September 1, 2011}   I’m a Real Woman and I Drink Beer

So, a little while ago, I “liked” this group on Facebook, Real Women Drink Beer. They had this status along the lines of something like, “send us a picture of you drinking beer and you’ll be entered to win a free t-shirt!”. Well, I like beer, and I like t-shirts, so obviously, I sent in a really old, not that great picture of me drinking a beer (at the Erin McKeown show!!!).

Little did I know that this was going to be posted on their website and people were going to vote on it. I’m a little bit mortified right now. Now that I look through my pictures on Facebook alone, I totally could have sent a better (or newer) pic! There’s seriously like, 10 other pictures in my tagged pictures! ACK!

But, hey, why the eff not, huh? Might as well make the best of it. So, go vote for me to win a t-shirt and support lady beer drinkers everywhere.

Also, you should vote for me, since I’m obviously drinking a better beer than the two other people in my category. Really? Budweiser and Coors Light? I’ll take a good ol’ Yuengling any day.

Vote here! I’m Amanda, the first contestant in the first category. After this, if I win, I guess I become a finalist, and then there’s more voting. Don’t worry, I’ll solicit you for votes again then.You don’t have to register or anything, either, which is pretty cool.

This should be fun! Thanks in advance!

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One of my personal faves from last year.

In case you forgot about my insatiable love for pinball (or Mike Budai, or Brian Holderman, for that matter), well…I love it.

Usually sometime around my birthday, PAPA comes to town. This ends up with me playing pinball and drinking margaritas. Two of my favorite things in life. Well, this year, my birthday comes a little early with Insert Coin to Play: Pinball Life at Wildcard in Pittsburgh. Starting this Friday, it’s a great way to kick off the summer pinball season here in the ‘Burgh. Check it out:

Announcing their presence with an explosion of sound, lights, and design, pinball machines are a unique part of pop culture that combine gaming, skill, and art into one colorful package. To celebrate the machine’s presence as both art and an inspiration to artists, Wildcard is proud to present Insert Coin to Play: Pinball Life from July 15 to August 21.

Pinball Life is timed to coincide with the Professional & Amateur Pinball Association (PAPA) World Championships (August 11-14), held each year in Scott Township. This group show includes original work from local and national artists and also features vintage backplates of old games (on loan from PAPA).

In addition to the vintage pinball machines at Wildcard and a third on loan, Pinball Life includes the debut of the new Lawrenceville-themed pinball machine, featuring art by local artist Andy Scott. In addition, Wildcard will be hosting its annual Wildcard Pinball Classic on Friday, July 22. The competition will feature four tournaments on four separate machines, as well as a playoff
for a grand prize. Free to enter. In addition, 50% of the proceeds from the show and tournament will go to local bicycle advocacy group Bike Pittsburgh (www.bike-pgh.org/).

A complete list of artists follows:
– Dan Burfield works with sculptural and metal elements (www.notionpotion.com)
– Andy Scott draws and paints on different mediums (www.aplace-forall.blogspot.com)
– Cryss Stephens photographs pinball machines in extreme close-ups
(www.csstriker.deviantart.com)
– Elizabeth Klevens creates pieces out of metal and glass (www.elizabethklevens.com)
– Doug Cooper uses charcoal and other paints to create murals and video pieces
(www.andrew.cmu.edu/user/dcooper/)
– Brian Holderman is an illustrator/artist whose custom pinball machine appeared in the
Funland exhibit at the Warhol (www.bholderman.com)
– Rafael Colon uses sneakers and skateboards as his artistic medium (www.brolicdesigns.com)
– Mike Budai’s illustrations appeared on a custom pinball machine in the Funland exhibit at the
Warhol (www.crayondracula.blogspot.com)

Insert Coin to Play: Pinball Life runs from Friday, July 15 through Sunday, August 21.

I know what Iiiiiiiiii’ll be doing Friday night! And for the next month! Hooray for pinball season!



{May 19, 2011}   Rapture? Bring it.

Buh-bye, Earth.

So, in case you haven’t heard, the end of the world starts on Saturday, May 21, 2011. I hate to break it to you, but I already RSVP-ed “Yes, I’m Attending” for 2013 on Facebook. I have prior obligations, Harold Camping! From Yahoo! News:

“Harold Camping, a Christian broadcaster from California, has ascertained the exact date of Doomsday. It is this Saturday, May 21. Five months of torment for the unbelievers will be ushered in, with the universe ending Oct. 21.

Apparently the Elect will be caught up in the Rapture on Saturday, leaving the rest of us sinners to face the music. Camping apparently did not draw the date out of his, er, hat, but rather has developed actual math to support it. According to MSNBC:

“He believes Christ was crucified on April 1, 33 A.D., exactly 722,500 days before May 21, 2011. That number, 722,500, is the square of 5 x 10 x 17. In Camping’s numerological system, 5 represents atonement, 10 means completeness, and seventeen means heaven.”

Camping’s system is not perfect. He had previously predicted the date of Doomsday as being Sept. 6, 1994. The date came and went without the Rapture happening and without the Tribulation descending upon the Earth.

End of the world fads have been around at least since the birth of Christianity and are not necessarily confined to the religious. The religious, of course, believe that at some point that Book of Revelations will come to pass or that the 12 Imam will arrive. The effects are much the same thing, with the chosen Elect being spared the apocalypse and the rest being condemned to pain and torment. Of course there is also the Mayan inspired idea that the world is going to end in 2012, which further inspired a special effects packed movie.

Secular people get into the fun of predicting the end of the world by darkly pointing to nuclear war, over population, environmental holocaust, world-wide plague, the super volcano, an asteroid strike, or the potential presidency of Sarah Palin.

Camping is one of those rare, bold folks to affix a day and date to the end of the world. There have been people like that in history. They have all wound up confused and wondering what happened (or didn’t happen.) Camping has already experienced this in the wake of his failed 1994 prediction. One suspects that he will be disappointed again.

But, just in case, I think I will have some much needed fun Friday night. One never knows.”

In honor of this spectacular occasion, I’m gonna have myself a little shindig. What better reason to make home made pizza, throw back some beers, and kick some ass in Soul Calibur on my new PS3?

And like any good party, it needs a playlist….
Here’s the start of the official Rapture Party Playlist, so far (pretty upbeat, no?):

    1. Highway to Hell – AC/DC
    2. Until the End of the World – Apoptygma Berserk
    3. Farewell Ride – Beck
    4. Imagine – John Lennon
    5. I Will Survive – Cake
    6. Say Goodbye – Reel Big Fish
    7. Just Like Heaven – The Cure
    8. Sons and Daughters – The Decemberists
    9. The End – The Doors
    10. Save Tonight – Eagle Eye Cherry
    11. Get Happy – Erin McKeown
    12. If I Ever Leave This World Alive – Flogging Molly
    13. As Heaven Is Wide – Garbage
    14. Last Living Souls – Gorillaz
    15. Like A Prayer – Phil Turkas
    16. In The End – Green Day
    17. La Petite Mort – Erin McKeown
    18. Devil’s Haircut – Beck
    19. Meteor – The Bird and the Bee
    20. Rapture – Blondie
    21. Sing You Sinners – Erin McKeown
    22. Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door – Bob Dylan
    23. Motor – Cake
    24. Help Save the Youth of America from Exploding – Less Than Jake
    25. True Believers – The Bouncing Souls
    26. Lights Go Out – Jupiter One
    27. Will The Revolution Come? – Reel Big Fish
    28. They Can’t Save Us Now – Kill Hannah
    29. Disco Heaven – Lady Gaga
    30. Personal Jesus – Marilyn Manson
    31. Lose It (In the End) – Mark Ronson
    32. Dead Souls – Nine Inch Nails
    33. Dinosaurs Will Die – NOFX
    34. God – Tori Amos
    35. No Sign of Life – OK Go
    36. It’s A Sin – Pet Shop Boys
    37. Holdin’ on Together – Phoenix
    38. First Day – Placebo
    39. It’s the End of the World As We Know It – REM
    40. Heaven in A Place on Earth – Belinda Carlisle (Happy Hardcore Mix)
    41. So Long, Farewell – The Vandals
    42. Closing Time – Semisonic
    43. The Rapture – Siouxie and the Banshees
    44. Last One Out of Liberty City – Less Than Jake
    45. Last Girl on Earth – Supreme Beings of Leisure
    46. Women and Men – They Might Be Giants
    47. Whatever Gets You Through the Night – John Lennon
    48. Stairway to Heaven – Me First and the Gimme Gimmes
    49. The End of the World – The Cure
    50. Thank You, Lord, For Sending Me the F Train – Mike Doughty
    51. Thank God – Mindless Self Indulgence
    52. Judas – Lady Gaga
    53. In The Hands of Gods – Morcheeba
    54. We Will Become Silhouettes – The Postal Service
    55. The Wars End – Rancid
    56. The Likes of You Again – Flogging Molly
    57. Happy Phantom – Tori Amos
    58. Talkin’ ‘Bout A Revolution – Reel Big Fish
    59. Leaving On A Jet Plane – Me First and the Gimme Gimmes
    60. People That Are Going to Hell – The Vandals
    61. The Devil is Bad – The W’s
    62. Comfort Eagle – Cake
    63. Living Hell – Morcheeba
    64. We Didn’t Start the Fire – Billy Joel
    65. From the End of the World – Electric Light Orchestra
    66. Party at the End of the World – Jimmy Buffett
    67. Don’t Stop Believing – Journey
    68. How Far We’ve Come – Matchbox 20
    69. Sprit In the Sky – Norman Greenbaum
    70. The End of the World – Zombina and the Skeletones
    71. Long Hard Road Out of Hell – Marilyn Manson
    72. Heresy – Nine Inch Nails
    73. Calamity Song – The Decemberists
    74. Happy Death Day – Alien Ant Farm
    75. The Sign – Ace of Base
    76. Instant Karma – John Lennon
    77. Volcano – Jupiter One
    78. Best Wishes to Your Black Lung – Less Than Jake
    79. Earthquake Weather – Beck
    80. For Tomorrow – Blur
    81. The End – The Beatles
    82. Sudden Death in Carolina – Brand New

So, what is everyone doing for the rapture? Inquiring minds want to know! Leave it in the comments.



{October 22, 2010}   Halloween’s Almost Here!

http://theoriginalgirlwithablog.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloweens-almost-here.html



This thing was in my house, seriously. http://theoriginalgirlwithablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/aaaaand-were-back-with-centipede-drama.html

Scariest picture on the internet. Hands down.



{July 2, 2010}   Moving: A Drama

http://theoriginalgirlwithablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/moving-drama.html



***WARNING: THIS POST IS FUELED BY EARLY MORNING CAFFEINE.***

Okay, so this situation is not solely limited to my 25th year, but that magic number seems to have made it a little bit worse.

Spring is upon us my friends, and with spring comes my insatiable urge to travel (and listen to ska), or simply to get the fuck out of Pittsburgh. I mean, I like Pittsburgh, I really do, but sometimes you just need a change of scenery. Also, it’s not helping that all of my friends are moving to Key West and I looooooove Key West. I love booze, sunsets, and chickens. I just wish it wasn’t so stinking hot and/or didn’t have such giant bugs. I also wish that I could live there without a job, because that would be sweet. I don’t want to go outside in the daytime, dammit. I think I would melt…Wicked Witch style. What’s funny about this is the one thing I’m not worried about: hurricanes. Really. I am all about the hurricane party. Hell, we tried to have a hurricane party in Pittsburgh when Ivan came through. The first floor started to flood, so we went to the second floor, drank beer, and watched Finding Nemo. Really, not that worried. Key West is prepared for this kinda shit.

Wow, okay, so this is going to be the most random blog post, but I love the guy who works at the Cool Beans in my building. I seriously walked in there, told him that I didn’t know what I wanted, but that I wanted it to be “hot, sweet, and far too caffeinated…and big. Really, really big”. I am halfway through this concoction and I feel like I’m going to explode. GOOD MORNING!!!

Okay, so back to this spring/quarter life crisis thing. See, I grew up in a town where people never leave. It’s kind of ridiculous. Also, there’s this whole job thing. What is it about 25? Why do you all of a sudden feel like you need to know what you’re doing with your life RIGHT NOW? My job right now is pretty sweet, but it’s really not what I envision doing with my life. Also, I work for a giant boys club. Now, it’s not that I am saddened about my lack of man-junk, it’s just that I know that there is no room for growth here. It’s one of those things…what the hell’s that AA saying? Something about changing the things that you can and accepting the things you cannot? This is a “cannot” and I’m okay with that. I am super awesome at being an office wench, though. And what city ever doesn’t have offices? Any kind of offices really. I’ll make your coffee and order your supplies and generally make your office kick ass. That’s what I do.

Even when my computer dies, as it did on Friday, I will do everything in my power to make it better. I spent two days trying to get my information from my old hard drive to no avail. It was incredibly frustrating and currently I’m using a computer that I’m pretty sure was built in 1986. Know how many USB ports there are on this bad boy? Two. That’s right, two. I had to unplug my keyboard to upload the meager amount of music that I had on my MP3 player. I just went from around 40GB of music to…4GB. FOUR! Thank god it was all of my “essential albums”, so I have a good mix of great songs. Still, I kind of want to dropkick a baby.

Well anyway, to try to sate this crazy desire for something different, I’ve pierced my septum, cut off all of my hair, and gotten glasses. WHAT ELSE CAN I DOOOOO!?

What to do, what to do.

Holy shit, coffee.

Thank god for credit cards because I have a feeling I’m going to be purchasing last minute tickets to Key West. At least for a few days. 🙂

In the meantime, have some Less Than Jake, the soundtrack to summer traveling and impatient people:

“History of a Boring Town”

AAAAAAAAAAND: Just finished my giant cup of overly caffeinated goodness. My head might explode.



So, I know this has taken far too long to get up here, but here it is, folks. Usually, I’m not into this sort of thing, but we went with a friend who certainly is and well, we had a blast.

It was a beautiful day back in June, we ate fancy cheese and drank beer…in a park that you are apparently not allowed to drink beer in. Ah, Schenley Park…hangout place of college stoners and Extreme Frisbee fans for so many years.

It was certainly odd to see it transformed into a full-out racetrack, complete with a 2.33 mile circuit, 23 turns, bridges, and all the hazards of everyday Pittsburgh roads. It was a fucking car race…in Schenley Park. Who’da thunk it?

And now! The results!

Pre-War

1. 1935 Reuter Special “Old Gray Mare,” Ben Bragg, Woburn, MA
2. 1939 MG TB Special, Frank Mount, Caledon, Ontario
3. 1931 Bugatti T37-Ford Special, Sandy Leith, Dedham, MA

Old Gray Mare

Post-War: Under One Liter

1. 1964 Auto Dynamics Mark I, Keith Lawrence, McMurray, PA
2. 1959 Turner Mk I, Jim Southwood, Wexford, PA
3. 1963 Formcar Formula Vee, Bill Kovick, Canton, OH

Auto Dynamic

Sports Racers and Formula

1. 1958 Lotus XI, Dick Fryberger, Watertown, MA
2. 1962 Lola Mk I, Bob Gett, Boston, MA
3. 1959 Lotus Seven, George Vapaa, Wilmington, DE

1958 Lotus

Pre 1960: Under Two Liter

1. 1958 Elva Courier, Michael Oritt, Solomons, MD
2. 1952 MG TD, Manley Ford, Milford, MI
3. 1951 MG TD, George Shafer, Somerset, PA

Elva Courier

Pre 1960: Over Two Liter

1. 1955 Austin-Healey 100M, RJ Mirable, Lower Gwynedd, PA
2. 1959 Devin D, Cliff McCandless, Grove City, PA
3. 1962 Aston Martin DB4, Lawrence Macks, Owings Mills, MD

Austin Healey

Small Bore through 1965

1. 1961 Elva Mk VII, Tom Grudovich, Palm Beach, FL
2. 1963 Elva Courier Coupe, Stefan Wiesen, Caledon, Ontario
3. 1965 Ginetta G4, Hervey Parke, Waccabuc, NY

Elva

It’s funny, when we were there, I wasn’t so much concerned about the winning cars, as all the shiny pretty cars. As you can see by the following pictures, I like bright, shiny things. Either Adam or myself took all of the following:

Those are just some of the pics, you can see the full set here. All in all, we really had a super fun time, and would be willing to see at least vintage cars again. I don’t think it would be nearly as exciting with new cars. At the end actually, there was a BMW race…not nearly as fun. Being stationed near the chicane was awesome, too. It’s definitely a laugh to see these vintage, outrageously expensive cars with a bale of hay stuck in the grill, especially after you’ve knocked back a few.



Birth Control

So today, I went to my gynecologist for my mid-year checkup and to get more birth control. I get there to find out that the price for my birth control has MORE THAN DOUBLED. This is not through my insurance. My insurance pays for the office visit, but I buy the pills through the clinic. My birth control went from $12.50 per month to a staggering $25.50 per month. In a matter of six months! Fucking Christ! That’s $306 a year for birth control. I just keep reminding myself that it’s still cheaper than having a baby, but seriously, WTF!?

I have never understood health insurance not covering birth control, but covering shit like Viagra. Seriously. The cost of the average pregnancy/child rearing is WAY MORE THAN SOME FUCKING PILLS, buddy! Delivery alone, a normal, healthy delivery is estimated at $7,737, that’s TWO YEARS worth of birth control. That doesn’t even include all those doctor visits and prenatal care. That is delivery, provided that everything goes smoothly.

I did get a notice from my health insurance a little while ago telling me that they now “covered” birth control. Bull shit. My copay can be anywhere from $20 for generics to $150 for stuff like Seasonique. The one and only birth control that I have ever found that I actually liked (which I am not on because the clinic doesn’t have it) is $60 a month! I’ve just been sucking it up and taking something else because it was cheap and effective.

I’m going to have to call my health insurance later to make sure that it’s only going to be $20 per month, but if it is, I’ll start getting it through them. It may not seem like a lot, but that’s a savings of $66 over the course of the year.

It’s just so frustrating and I’ve hit this point of, “What can I do?”. Even going through a fucking clinic has become outrageously expensive. You know, you see these women with tribes of fucking children because they didn’t have the goddamn sense to use contraceptives, or if they did, they didn’t use it correctly and got pregnant anyway. I understand that no contraceptive has 100% effectiveness, and that the pill fails sometimes even if you do take it correctly, and for those women, I am truly sorry. But back to the beginning…where the fuck are these women getting the money to pay for all these children? Me. You. All the other fucking taxpayers. Because I have the fucking sense to take my birth control every day because I know that I do not want children, I pay out the ass.

And you know what fucking sucks? I would get a tubal ligation in a FUCKING HEARTBEAT and no doctor will do it because a.) I’m only 24 and b.) I don’t have any children. I will sign your fucking waivers, I will not sue you in the event that I decide I do want children (fat chance). It’s just so frustrating! It’s my fucking body, why can’t I do with it what I want to fucking do with it!? If fact, you can take ALL MY GODDAMN ORGANS! Give them to someone who wants them. Just give me some drugs so I don’t grow a mustache and I’ll be fucking golden!

I need to look into other forms of birth control I think. Rings and IUDs and patches and shots and that Mirena mushroom thing and just some other fucking options. Anyone have any comments about those? Have something full of hormones shoved in your vagina? If you do, let me know how it worked out for you.



Budai's Pinball MachineWell, once again, the PAPA Tournament has come and gone and I find myself with an intense longing for pinball and bad carpeting.

I did terrible this year, as I always do, but I had loads and loads of fun. I sunk more tokens into that machine on the left than I though humanly possible. I was kinda bummed that we had to use tokens this year. I came with rolls of quarters in tow for this, dammit. I could have put them in my fists and punched bitches. It was amazing to see this machine in real life though. Pictures do not do justice to the “hippy-dippy” ness of it. And yes, those girls have ice cream. I don’t know why this pleases me so much, but it does.

Bumper ActionThe sheer amount of patience required for this would make me go insane. Upon meeting Mike Budai, it seems that my brain died. I had so many questions regarding the building of this, and I seemed to have forgotten them all. Also, might have been all that tequila consumed before we got there. Goddamn birthday margaritas. What did I expect? From what I remember, he found this machine in working order, and art-ed it up. It seems like it would be so intimidating, with the sheer amount of space to fill in addition to the limitations provided by bumpers and flippers and whatnot. It turned out so super awesome, though, and I think I won the most on that one. I could have imagined that, however.

Me and Mike Budai!<- Hey! That’s me and Mike Budai! Look at that. I got some sweet merch and lotsa pictures. I swear, if it wasn’t for said merch and sweet pics, I may not have actually believed that Friday happened. At this point, I was stuttering and sweating and trying not to sound like a ‘tard. I think I failed. And just so you know, Mike Budai has a kickass stern face. See all those pinball machines in the background? Imagine that, but sooooo many more. It’s amazing the amount of pinball machines they can fit in this place. And seriously, they had both Joust AND Dig Dug. What more can you ask for. Well, I could politely request that they were in working order, but it was nice to be able to just gaze longingly at them. And perhaps drool a little. Not enough to damage the goods, I promise.

Brian Holderman's Machine

This machine was super sweet, too. You know, I’ve seen Brian Holderman’s work before and enjoyed it, but never really knew who did it. So now, it’s nice to be able to put a name with an image. I think he did a shirt for the Arts Festival this spring? I could be totally wrong on that one, though. If you click on that picture there, it’ll take you to his website, full of fun, cutesy, creepy little things. And some more pinball love. I feel like I’m so out of touch with Pittsburgh anymore, but that’s a whole other blog, I suppose. Long story short: It’s awesome to see so many talented people coming out of the woodwork these days. And to see so many of them working together. And dear god, I love this style. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a Pittsburgh art scene!

Drunken birthday times!Anyway, back to the birthday festivities! Somehow, we conviced Mike to come to Cantley’s. How that happened, I’m not even sure, but it rocked my evening. We had some celebratory birthday drinks and I talked his ear off. He’s an excellent conversationalist though. Everything from art to music to skating to marriage to peanut butter. Yes ladies, he’s married. After that, the good people that are my friends dragged my drunk ass home and we played silly games until the wee hours of the morning and, somehow, continued drinking. I thought that this was a fabulous idea…until I woke up with a killer hangover at 3pm on Saturday and had to go to my mother’s house for dinner. Mom food is some serious hangover goodness, though. Pizza rolls and chocolate milk, I could not ask for anything more.

Thanks to everyone who made it happen! You guys are awesome!



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