Monday, October 25, 2010

Failure.

I officially fail at life.

BUT. I'm back up to speed. :) I know it's a little late to be posting my Truebie posts and whatnot, but there is other good news that I have.

I have a new youtube channel!

www.youtube.com/cailyntaylortv

Please subscribe and such :)

I'll post something meaningful a bit later :)

Friday, August 27, 2010

Behind.

SO BEHIND WITH EVERYTHING.
My postmortems, my random daily everything, just fail. FAIL FAIL FAIL on my end, dear readers. I sincerely apologize. Everything will be up and running once I catch up with my feet.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

You Make Me Feel Like I Am Just A Child

Possibly one of the cutest videos ever.

Monday, July 26, 2010

My Postmortem: TB Ep. 6 Season 3

So Truebies...

The season is already halfway over?!

I have to be honest with y'all...

I wasn't really into the episode last night until the last half.

Tara = Fierce. That's all I have to say.

Get it, Tara Mae!

Anyway, the end was when it all really came together for me.

The Bill/Lorena relationship makes me want to sock someone in the mouth.
But they did have a nice couple of scenes last night.

And again, Alexander Skarsgard in that sweater. Mmmmmm.

But even more so than the episode from last night, let's talk about the previews for next week.

OH BOY.

It sounds like they may be taking the route of the books that I was worried they'd take with Bill and Sookie's relationship. But maybe not. I'm still crossing my fingers that they don't. It would somewhat spoil the series for me.

Eric is going to tear sh*t down though. (Excuse my French) But it'll be epic. And I'm so excited for it.

Trade you the red one for the blonde one?

Damn.

On one hand, it's Sookie. But Jessica didn't ask to be a vampire, and didn't do anything wrong to be involved in anything.

It will be intense and I can't can't can't can't can't wait for Sunday.
I have a feeling it'll be the best episode of the season.

True Blood was even a trending topic last night with folks saying it was the best episode of the season.

I think that title will go to next week.

However, I'll continue watching the previous two just for that sweater.

Monday, July 19, 2010

My Postmortems: TB Episodes 4 & 5 Season 3

So I'm WAYYYYY behind with my Postmortems. Sorry Trubie blog babies. It was my birthday last week and my roommate came in from Texas. So it was literally chaos.

But here we are, with the Postmortems of Episode 4 and 5.

Episode 4:

First of all: Sam's family. WTF?! His father makes me angrier and angrier every time he comes on the screen. And his mother is up to something... I don't know why I'm convinced of that... but I'm convinced.

Sookie's little makeover. Ooh la la. And the Vamp King distributing blood? I told you previously that there would be a war, and this is making it even more evident that there will. The Queen and King doing virtually the same thing? It's going to bring everyone into question. And things will get naaaasty.

Don't even get me started on Lorena. I know she's just a character and all, but I hate her.

And what's next for Pam? Poor Pam. She's hot though. She'll find her way out of this :)

Episode 5:

As Snoop said, Ohhh Sookie! What do y'all think she is? Well, maybe Alan Ball is going the route of the books on this one. We'll see. I'm excited. At least Bill did the right thing... kind of. I, personally really want them to stay together. But you all know that.

The real show stealer last night was Lafayette. Get ittttttttttt! Damn. But it's True Blood, pretty much everyone has an ulterior motive. But I'm liking where this is going.

And Arlene needs to calm down. I get that she's pregnant and all, but seriously? Calm down.

All I have to say is, Alexander Skarsgard in that blue sweater. Thank you.

Coachella Photo Blog Sample

Hey y'all!

Here's a sample of some of the photos I took at Coachella 2010! Enjoy! Leave a comment if you were there, your favorite band, or your Coachella wishlist for 2011.

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COACHELLA OR BUST!!!

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The camp grounds!

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Outside of Phoenix.

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Corinne Bailey Rae. (She's tiny, but she's got moxy!)

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Zooey Deschanel of She & Him

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Coheed & Cambria

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MGMT

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Imogen Heap (AMAZING, by the way)

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Friday, July 2, 2010

1,051,200 Minutes

"Every man dies. Not every man really lives." - William Wallace

There are only 1,051,200 minutes in two years.

One million, fifty one thousand and two hundred minutes

It feels like it's been decades since my Grandmother passed away.

At 5:30 AM, for whatever reason, my brother, mother, and I all woke up that muggy July 2nd morning in 2008. All on different floors of the house. All having gone to sleep at different times the night before. We all woke up at 5:30. And within seconds my mother received a phone call saying that her mother, Frances Ann Pugliese had passed away that morning.

Nothing had ever been so surreal.
She was not the first person I knew to die, nor the first person in my immediate family to do so.
But she was the first person I knew well in my immediate family to die.

I can't even tell you how many things I wished I did with her.
I called her every couple of weeks to see how she was doing.
I flew back east every chance I could to see her.
I sent her cards and flowers on any and every occasion.
And I still wish it was more.

We were never particularly close, but we did have a healthy relationship and I did really love her. She was a peculiar creature with a lot of habits both good and bad. But at 78, she had lived a life that was full and rich with two daughters, a husband, a talent for art and cooking, and many many more things.

But she had so much more to live for.
And in all honesty, she could have lived much longer than she did.

Despite having so many things, she was very lonely.
She was warm and giving, but she was also selfish and every other word out of her mouth was a complaint. Every word that was not a complaint was an order.

She, unfortunately, fell into the category that I'm sure some of you readers know all too well. People who don't understand how to love and love correctly. In a way that is positive and clean as opposed to one that is dirty and self oriented. She was one of those people that believed any attention was good attention, and if you know someone well enough, it is easy to make them upset. People wouldn't get so upset if they didn't care for you right? And it's easier to see you're loved that way than actually going out and doing a nice deed for that person, right?

Well.

There's more to it than that, Mom Mom.

But that's another story for another time. And actually something that can't be told in words, but in lessons. In hearts. In ways that you need to see for yourself how you're loved and how you loved.

You'll know if you were right in the end when people are by your side or not.

I want everyone out there to take the time to love today. Anyone. Someone you haven't loved on in a while. It will make a world of difference. An absolute world.

If what you give is what you get, start giving y'all! Don't let anymore minutes go by. 525,600... 1,051,200... 1, 2, 3. GO!

Monday, June 28, 2010

My Postmortem: TB Ep. 3 Season 3

I love it when I'm right.
About a week ago, I said there would be a lot to talk about true blood, and guess what?

There definitely is.

As always, this post will contain spoilers that you will definitely want to see for yourself if you haven't seen them already. If these is you, tune to my Michael Jackson post and lay back and enjoy the nostalgia. All of you others, come with me.

True Blood Season 3, Episode 3

First off: Aldice - NICE. True Blood never fails with their sexy male casting. If nothing else you can count on, it's that.

Secondly, since True Blood loosely follows the plots of the Sookie Stackhouse novels, I'm truly hoping that Bill and Sookie's future isn't the same. I'm feeling that it won't be. True Blood wouldn't be the same if she ended up with Eric after everything. Maybe I just love the chemistry that Anna Paquin and Stephen Moyer have. But I don't think True Blood would have the same flavour if Bill was going Gaga over her the way Eric does and Eric was with her. I don't know. Let's hope that isn't the case.

Did anyone notice Sam's dad in his soiled undies? Ewwwww.

The brother bothers me too. I guess he's supposed to, but every time I see him I wanna punch him in the face.

The whole Sam's family angle adds a new dynamic to Sam. He may be one of the least developed of the characters and it's nice to see him have more emotions and in turn question his identity even more in learning who his biological parents are.

Eric bribing Lafayette? Mmmm. I feel like there's something up as far as all of that goes. Maybe he has an ulterior motive in getting closer to Sookie. Maybe it's to make sure that all of the blood gets moved. It's probably both. Eric isn't the charitable type.

The funeral was beautiful. It not only showed how alone Tara was in her feelings about Eggs, but how alone Eggs was. They truly belonged together. They had nobody but each other. I'm wondering if she'll ever let herself be happy again.

Last but not least...

THE ENDING?!?!

If there is ONE thing I was hoping they wouldn't include from the novels, it was the ending. WHAT?! However, Bill does seem like he genuinely feels bad. Why he snapped? Partially out of anger, partially out of loneliness I'm sure. All Lorena wants is to trap him into believing that he is hers. But showing the previews from next week, I don't know... Like I said, I really, really don't want them to break up. But these new vampires seem strange. Bewitching almost. Franklin and Tara, now the King of Mississippi and Lorena. Hmmm. I don't quite know how I feel about it yet.

The worst part is, is that True Blood doesn't come back for another two weeks. Sad, sad, sad.

This season has been phenomenal so far, and I just hope, for my own selfish reasons, that it doesn't shift and be everything I do not want it to be. But even if it is, I'm sure it will be amazing and all justify by the end of the season.

Post a comment with your favorite True Blood episode of the season. What you think. Or your favorite episode of the series.

Shake Your Body Down To The Ground, Billie Jean. The Way You Make Me Feel, I Wanna Be Starting Something. It's Human Nature.

I'm a little late in posting this, but I did write it on the 25th. Better late than never, right?

"We have lost a cultural strand of our DNA" - John C. Mayer

When it comes to losing one of the only legends that people from my generation will ever alive to see, nobody said what losing Michael Jackson really meant than the quote above.

A year ago, I had just enrolled in college and was driving home with Angel when I receive a barrage of texts from Ari telling of the conditions that Michael Jackson was in. When she told me he was dead, I swear the freeway stopped and the sky burst open with a powerful sound. Half of it was a, what the f*ck?! Kind of noise. And the other half was a noise of true sorrow and pain. Angel and I looked at each other, not sure of what to do. If this was even real.

I will never forget that day as long as I live.

That night concluded with Ari, Shane, Angel, and I parading around Burbank blaring every Michael Jackson song at the top of Rogey's speakers. All of us talking about our memories listening to Michael Jackson as children with our parents. Me creating "The Moonwalk Mobile" in the sixth grade for Mrs. Collins' car project. Dancing to any and every Michael Jackson song with Brandon all throughout middle school and high school. Ari and Angel left the car, but Shane and I were still reminising our Michael days. We flipped on the radio and heard what John Mayer had to say about Michael Jackson's death, and almost simultaneously had a breakdown.

In remembering all of our memories of Michael, it occurred to us that our children would never know Michael the way that we did. That was the biggest trip of all. How so much of music's culture today, if you can even call it music would be nothing without Michael. Chris Brown, Ne-Yo, Justin Bieber, even the Jonas Brothers to an extent would be SHIT if it weren't for Michael Jackson.

Imagine music today without any of those artists. Now imagine music if Michael Jackson had never existed.

Can't do it, can you?

My kids. Your kids. Our grandkids will never know how music was morphed within the white sequined glove of one man the way we did. And for that I, you, and we are blessed to have been able to see this gift, even if it was only for a while.

And now a year later, still an avid listener of the King Of Pop, as I'm sure most of you are, Michael Jackson's message still lives on.

Stand up and live yourself.

Forget about your bullshit for a while. Forget about the bullshit that people impose on you. Even things in your life that are serious; just breathe through it. Live for you, and if you do, you'll find others living for you. Living with you. Living by you. We're all here for a purpose, and your purpose is just as important as anybody else's regardless of what you think.

I love you, Michael Joseph Jackson. Thank you for all you've given me and all you will continue to give as long as I have anything to say about it.

August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

My Postmortem (True Blood Season 3)

Do Bad Things.

For those of you vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, and "simple" folk that watch True Blood, I can do nothing but assume that you've seen the first two episodes of the third season of True Blood. And if you're as hooked on the show as me (day one, season one) I'm sure you want to talk about it.

So let's talk about it.

WARNING: For those of you who don't watch True Blood and have been meaning to, or haven't caught up with the show thus far, you may want to stop reading. For this will get juicy and contain some spoilers that you will personally want to see for yourself.

First off:

Team Bill or Team Eric?

At heart, I know that I'm a Team Bill girl. He's everything that a woman could ever want. Sensitive, kind, sweet, thoughtful, and oh so tasty. However, part of me is quite Team Eric lusty. Especially when you see his six hour sex session with his dancer and swag filled sentence to Sookie on the porch in last week's episode where he tells her he will protect her and have primal sex with her. Alexander Skarsgard = heaven.

I'm starting to feel that at the end of this season, or maybe even throughout, there's going to be an epic war amongst Louisiana and Mississippi. Considering what's at stake, (no pun intended) things are definitely going to get bloody. It's True Blood.

As far as Jason goes, Jason's going to crack. Sookie can read minds, and even if he doesn't straight up say it, he's going to use that to his advantage to get some weight off of his conscience. What's going to happen to Jason or Andy? Well, Sookie will be first to find out. And you know she'll protect Jason at all costs. It's probably a bit too early in the season to quite see where all of that is going.

This coinciding of storylines is awesome, no doubt. I really appreciate getting to intimately know these characters outside of their interactions at Merlottes or with Sookie and Bill. However, with something pretty serious going on at the core, it seems like it's a little distracting from what's really going on. But again, maybe it's too early in the season, and as it all unfolds it will make sense.

I love the lust that has been building up in True Blood lately. The passion and the seat gripping ends that make you thirsty for Sundays. A show hasn't had me this on edge and excited to watch since Grey's Anatomy. (Yeah, yeah. Say I'm a sap or whatever. That show is visual crack.)

And now we're left with Sookie still searching for Bill, the corpse gone from Jessica and Bill's, and being on the verge of a Eric/werewolf showdown.

Dammit, it's only Wednesday.

So, the point is do bad things. Watch True Blood Sunday. I'm sure there will be a lot to talk about.

It Goes On

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It. Goes. On. - Robert Frost

I love you. But maybe it's time to let you go.

...Nope.

People change, nothing new here.
People, being the viruses they are, always mutate into something new. Immune to one thing and easily infected by something else.

I feel in the upcoming months I may lose you. For you will be immune to me and immersed in your new life.
Embarking on a new journey.
The two of you together.
With stories even Stephen King couldn't write.
Everyday a new story.

And I couldn't be happier.

But me...

I'm still here.

It's hard for me to imagine life without you.
Impossible, actually.

But maybe you'll come back someday.

I'll be here when you do.

Other parts of my life will thrive.
And flourish.
I will go on.

But me.
The true me.
Remains stationary.
Until, if ever, you decide to return.

I love you.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Lucky 13

Procrastination at it's finest...

Hello bloggers!
What to say... what to say... what to say...

Somehow, I have to pump out five essays within the next 48 hours.

Take your bets right now on if I can do it or not.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Sweet Tea Standing Water

Aim above morality. Be not simply good, be good for something. - Henry David Thoreau

So, it's my first time in Texas. But I will definitely say it isn't my last.
It's absolutely beautiful out here. I woke up this morning to the beautiful sound of bullfrogs the size of grapefruits, morning doves, and the tranquil shift in tides of the lake.

It's been quite an eventful couple of days. But it's really given me a chance to reflect on what is really important.

I'm finding that the end of May is not only the end of Spring, but truly the beginning of a new chapter for me. We'll definitely have to see what it brings and I'm taking everything with open arms. I hope anyone who takes time out of their day to read this blog will enjoy this ride with me, and maybe learn something about them too.

For a few months I have had these bizarre dreams about being pregnant and giving birth in odd places or circumstances. NOT that I'd want either of these things to be true for myself in the near future, but I decided to look into it and see if either of these ideas in a dream meant anything. And I came across these two things:

Pregnant:
To dream that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it.This may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal.


Birth:
To dream of giving birth or see someone else giving birth, suggests that you are giving birth to a new idea or project. It also represents new beginnings or some upcoming event. A more direct interpretation of this dream, may represent your desires/ anxieties of giving birth or the anticipation for such an event to occur.

Summer is coming. And change is coming with it. I feel like my dreams have been telling me that for a while.

For once in my life, I feel like I'm truly in motion as opposed to standing still. I have the best friends I could ever make in my entire life, the most wonderful and kind man who takes care of me and loves me for everything I am (and am not), the craziest dogs anyone could hope to have (As well as a cat who if she could talk would have more to say than anybody I know.), intense yet uplifting motivation in my goals, and just a weird sense of something. Something indescribable. But something is coming. And I feel in my bones it's going to be good. Do you agree? (Thanks, Gavin DeGraw.)

(2nd) Time's A Charm?

Okay, so maybe my little plan will work starting tomorrow, June 1st. We'll see.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Love Out Loud

So apparently, I fail.
Maybe I was a fool for thinking I could really do it everyday.

So we'll start this again... again...

This is what is on my mind today.

When you love, you want nothing more than to shout it out on the top of your lungs and let every creature, living or not, know that your heart is singing and why.

But do you have to?
Is that necessary?

Are you making it known to prove you're in love to the world?
Or to yourself?
Because the last time I checked love shouldn't have to be proven to anyone.

Why do we consistently remind ourselves we're in love?
Why do we consistently remind everyone else we're in love?

If we have to prove it, are we really?

Monday, May 3, 2010

Scarcity

Well so far, I'm a couple of days behind doing what I said I'd do.
So let's try this again.

=)

Things are scarce.
Sleep. Memories. Dreams.
Melodies. Images. Love.

Things have been scarce.
Last night I was horribly awakened by a nightmare I was having while I was awake.
And I haven't been able to speak since.

It felt as if everything I ever knew was wrong.
Everything look distorted and out of view.
Sort of like a German expressionistic photograph.

It seems as if words are the scarcest thing.

Words.Words.Words.

Fresh out of stock.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Journey

I have decided, officially as of May 1, 2010, this will be a daily blog. Blurbs, thoughts, and food for it. We'll see how much I can grow in a year.

Come along with me?

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Military Showers

"I am not young enough to know everything." - Oscar Wilde

Today, well technically yesterday, 100 years ago a genius was born in Japan.
19 years ago, technically today, another genius was born.

Two completely different geniuses, generations and decades apart.

The classification of genius, isn't what I'm questioning. For I know that identifying it is a subjective perspective.

But is genius accident?
We're all here for a reason right?

I guess I just question the question of life.
How two different accidents are justified in the end.

A boy sits tonight. And in between drowning out his life in a youtube spoken word, or attempting to finish homework due within the next few hours, he nurses his girlfriend who has been carrying his child for almost four months. This doesn't seem like an abnormal situation. But it is more so when you are about to turn 17, and your girlfriend 19 in the fall.
They and their child will be growing up together, I suppose. A doomed consequence.

Another boy sits tonight. He has just paid off his credit card. Gotten a promotion at his already successful firm. He owns a house with his wife of three years in a lovely part of New York. And in between doing all of that, he is nursing his wife as well. Except unlike the first situation, this woman for reasons unknown cannot conceive a child, despite her life long dream to raise a little girl of her own.

It's debatable which situation is more unfair. All things aside, neither couple chose this situation yet is forced to live with it for the rest of their lives.

How is it that this woman into her 30's who is ready to bring a human being into the world unable to do so, but a child can be born by a child herself?

There must be a reason.

The older we get, the more we realize, but the less we remember the values of life.
In our time designated like a military shower. Just enough to get in and get out.

But it's never justified until the water runs out.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Vulture Prophecies

I'm just trying to find my rhythm these days.
And really should be studying for my anthropology test.
However,

I feel like everything is upside down.
And I don't know which way I'm going.

Claustrophobia.
Set in.

Closer.

and

Closer.

and

Closer.

...

I need to get out of here.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

This Just In

In today's news:

AVATAR is now the highest grossing film of all time. How I feel about that... I'm not quire sure. AVATAR is a stunning film, and regardless of your opinion or mine, it is beyond innovative. James Cameron, whether you like TITANIC, or ALIEN, or not, always delivers a film. Where AVATAR lacked, was a story. He told a story as old as time in a new way, but you would think with such innovative technology, the story would match. The message was much deeper than could ever be presented on the screen, but I don't feel that the deeper messages was why the picture was made. Which depreciates it's value. I feel it was more made for a, "Hey, look at what we can do!" Sort of situation.

And CORINNE BAILEY RAE's new album, THE SEA, was released today. (A few days earlier than expected) An album I've been waiting for for four years.

But, more importantly. HABITAT FOR HUMANITY has a page where you can donate to Haiti victims and disaster response. It's more than tough for everyone right now, but a little help goes along way. And we may not be far off of something happening to us where we need help. So whatever you can; clothes, blankets, food, funds. Help.

https://www.habitat.org/cd/giving/donate.aspx?link=227&media=Google&source_code=DHQMW0000W1129&keyword=donate%20to%20haiti&utm_source=google-pd&utm_medium=cpc&utm_term=donate%20to%20haiti&utm_campaign=haiti

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Egg Roll Cravings

So, the first January post. (About 21 days late, but hey)

So far 2010 has proven to be a bittersweet time. A time of loss and a time of discovery. Especially with the world drowning at the moment. (And tornado warnings in Orange County?!)

And this hunger for better things will hopefully be satisfied sooner rather than later.

Let's toast the year. We're still pretty early in the game.