Angela Types

There are a ton of very interesting things going on tonight in Dallas. So many that I decided to blog about what I consider your top four best bets for tonight.  If you're super caffeinated you can make two of the four events! I've paired them below in no particular order of awesomeness. Oh, and go ahead and accept that you're gonna be tired tomorrow. But it's Friday, nobody really does any work on Friday. 1. Bastille on Bishop DOWN WITH FEUDALISM! or something. but in French. Why people in the Bishop Arts District want to celebrate Bastille Day is beyond moi, but I'm always down with lots of butter- and those French are never too shy with the butter. So, bust out that striped shirt and your beret and mime your way over to the Bishop Arts district for tons of activities, including the 2nd annual Mussel Competition. There are top chefs from local fine restaurants that will be serving up mussels for judges in three waves. I hate to say it, but if you don...

I have wished for a very long time that people came with model-specific user guides. A helpful "Best Practices in maintaining friendship" if you will, and more importantly a cautionary list of "Best-not-to's". In an effort to encourage the documentation of these things by the people I love, I have endeavored to compile a  warning label  user guide to being friends with me.  I'll start with the basic warnings 1. Never give me a key to your house. Sure I'll walk your dog/feed your cat/ probably  water your plants. But is it really worth it if you have me show up occasionally at 7:30am on Saturday morning because no one else is awake and I know I can literally shake you out of bed to have breakfast with me? Sure it is! 3 out of 397 facebook friends agree/can't get their key back from me. Side note: should you actually give me a copy of your house key it is best to make it an obnoxious color or print that I can easily associate with you. I've got ...

Yesterday President Barack Obama proclaimed June 2011 as national LGBT Pride Month . " Each June, we commemorate the courageous individuals who have fought to achieve this promise for LGBT Americans, and we rededicate ourselves to the pursuit of equal rights for all, regardless of sexual orientation or gender identity."    seriously, I LOVE costumes. LOVE them! I'm not going to lie. I like outrageous glamor in sweltering summer heat, I love glitter in place of a shirt, and I sure as shit love drinking in broad daylight with thousands of my  drunkest  closest friends. You'd think that I would want to LIVE in a gay pride parade. And by any other name I would want to. I'd celebrate surviving 24 hours in this very manner. But June of every year isn't set apart to celebrate glitter and Absolut vodka, (contrary to the belief of many gays under the age of 22). It's not about hooking up with that hottie in gold feathers next to you. No, believe it or not we ar...

hope these are taxpayer funded sick bags! I can not tell you how excited I am that the royal nuptials are taking place today. It's not because of the amazingly bad  awesome   royal wedding  souvenirs  that are available either (click that link, you won't be sorry). No, I am counting down the hours to this wedding so that I can quit frakking hearing about it. If I hear one more person use the word "fairytale" I'm gonna need to order one of those Royal Wedding barf bags. Why are Americans so obsessed with the royals and their weddings? It can't just be about the ceremony. Seriously, I mean if Americans  really  cared that much about weddings wouldn't they vote to let  everyone  get married so they can watch even more grotesque hemorrhages of money in the name of love? It's gotta be about the "fairytale". Women (and some of my best gay man mates) are still in love with the idea that some Prince ss  Charming is going to swoop in, s...

Remember in high school (or middle school in our tiny town), when they gave you a flour sack or an egg and told you it was a baby? And you had to carry it around for a week and NOT, under any circumstances break it? This was seriously the most difficult thing I had to pretend to do in my MS career. Apparently if you're a MS journalist under deadline and you stuff your stupid sack baby in a locker that you have temporarily named "the nanny" you're a bad parent. Half of the adults I know were raised by a locker called "the nanny" and they're just fine. I don't think I should have been marked off for child abandonment. But I did (allegedly) break the sack of flour by (presumably) dropping the (alleged) "kid" a bazillion times. So, I'll give 'em that. And how could this assignment prepare anyone for raising a child anyway? I come by these butter fingers honestly. My mother once sat my squirming runs-away-all-the-time little brother do...

I made a FB fan page for My Fabulous Confabulation. It's just like this blog but with status updates! I know that I have several readers that follow me here that are not on my personal facebook so I thought I would post the link here. Which will automatically post it on the fan page. Which will lead you back to this blog. If at any point you find yourself trapped in the never ending self referencing links please just shut down your computer and go outside. It's nice out there.

This is where I met "Wordy123" I started playing Words with Friends about 9 months ago. If you don't have a phone capable of supporting "Apps" or applications then you may not know what I'm talking about. WWF is Scrabble, but on your smart phone. One of many time wasters available that makes waiting at the doctor's office/oil change place/urinal all that much better.  When I first got WWF I was VERY eager to play. Waiting for my friends to send a word back (which ranged from a play every half hour to every 3 or 4 days) was agonizing. I wanted to play. A lot. So I added a few random opponents while I built up my "people I actually know" opponent list. In my first week I had about 25 games going. I was eating my day away one little letter tile at a time. I would wake up and play a game while I walked Bruce. I'd play while I waited for my english muffin to toast. I'd play while I walked from my car to whatever building I was going t...