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Ding dong

2006-06-20T23:17:45Z

the witch is dead...

]]> ...Yes that’s right folks the house landed on the witch and voila she is gone. Well her final day is next Wednesday but then its done. The evil regime is disbanding. Finally! First Slow pants now this. WOOOOO!!!! Holiday, Celebrate! And I wasn’t going to come into work the day that she told me but I’m glad I did. Now all we gotta do is get rid of Keys Clickers Clickers and Keys and Shrilly. Hooray!

No more idle threats about leaving or crying everyday about how people hate her to the point where she looks like a waterlogged Pekingese that has just gotten out of the bath. With her huge puffy eyes and wet nose. Now she can’t storm out of the office for the rest of the day and not get fired. If anyone else did that we would have gotten shit canned for sure. No more paranoid meth related behavior. No more fucking heart of gold shit talk. Good lord. Pity party party of one for her.

Let me tell you about that. Ever since the beginning everyone hated her (accept for management) because she is crazy and no one can work with her and then she got all bent out of shape. I had to talk with her about it and during the course of the two hour conversation she said that she had a heart of gold maybe 10 times and she didn’t’ understand how people couldn't see that. I feel that anyone that claims that they “heart of gold” doesn’t’ have one. Just my interpretation.

She got so paranoid that everyone hated us that she did not allow Stacy and I do go to lunch at the same time in fears that we would talk about her the whole time. There was no real reason. She said she wanted one of us here at all times incase work came up. But heaven for-fucking-bid she would have to do an ounce of work while she is here. I guess managers aren't supposed to work? And she wanted to break us down so that we would be work drones. She can't hold us down now.

She also claims how she's "green" and spiritual. When people say that its more of them tooting their own horn and trying to be all look at me I’m such a saint please make me shrine. Real people just do it. And she wants to be all recycley and shit and then when she's pissed throws everything away and storm around the office. Funny how green you really are. Maybe its gangrene. Snap. And she also drives an Audi TT muscle car. And her dream car is not a Prius or any hybrid but another Porch. At least its not an SUV but you never know. And she feels she's artsy because she lives in Venice in an "artist loft." Which means fancy house. As well has gone on multiple 10 days fasts when she's been at work, which has only made her more hateful and snatchy. Green please.

Oh and the hair braiding. Help me. Without fail, whenever she would talk to anyone especially if she was nervous she would take a piece of the inside of her head of extensions and braid it. Telling us about what we need to do she'd braid her hair. In a meeting doing the same thing. Its like honey maybe if you washed that fright wig then you could braid it, but you do not wash it so it looks like a rat-tail. But the best part about that was that Slow Pants who became her bff started to adopt that mannerism. When she would slosh around the office and try and be managerial even though she was the receptionist and try and tell Stacy and me what to do she would braid her hair.

No more black feet and spread legs around the office. She has a thing of not wearing shoes at the office no matter what. Its her wanna be hippie ness. But seeing that my company is cheap does not vacuum the floors or anything, by the end of the day her feet are completely black and soot covered. Claude has the theory that she is a post-op tranny given the size of her hands and feet and how big a "woman" she is.

Now she cant' hang out with Shrilly and talk about their papsmear while I’m trying to work. Holy Lord. It was so hard not to scream when I was sitting here and they were whispering at certain points about their parts and their plumbing and everything. Tired tuna. But that doesn’t' stop her from whenever chance she gets to sit spread eagle on the floor of all meetings and try and seduce the tech guy. Who by the way is married with a son. But she rubs on him and has him give her massages. I do think the best massage he ever gave her was a head massage. Who knows what he was on then but he gave her one and was all "what are these." and she's all "oh my hair extensions." AHHHHHH. Like I said before unwashed hair extensions yikes. And also fun walking into the cube and seeing her surfing her online tattered tuna dating site. She would treat us like complete shit whenever she would have a bad date. I did not even want to think about her dating let alone having her taking out her frustrations on us because of it.

Everyone realized that she was an insane maniac accept for the president, vp and human resources director. All the people that could do something about it were not going to. Sucked hard for a long time. Its like she had a golden ticket everyday and could behave like an infant and they would just hug her and tell her its ok. And tell us that we were being mean girls and get pissed off when we wouldn’t' help her move to another fucking office because she said that managers need their own office. Its only because she wanted to surf the net in piece. It was so pathetic how these people could not see through her lies and tainted personality.

No more running around trying to control shit and then getting out of control and going I’m going to quit then doesn’t. Fucking do it already. Now finally she did. We had fucking 4 or 5 cactus on her ass and her name in the freezer. 10 months. 10 I say, and the witchcraft that was taught to us by our Jedi master Claudette finally worked. We don’t want anything bad to happen to her just to get out of our lives. Just a little restraining order nothing else. That’s only human. No more coming home after work and crying because she has driven me to a point of distress and feeling that I have no self worth about anything that I do at work. Greggy and attest to many of those nights helping me know that everything is ok and she’s just a cunt. Finally the protesting and talks with Lumburg finally worked. See the power of collective energy in motion.

I've been waiting 10 months for this witch to quit. She's taught me a few things that I can take away from this situation. I would have learned more but she's unapproachable because she is majorly bipolar and might snap at any moment. Thats probably why no one goes to her directly and only come to me and Stacy for any work that must be done. That chafes her ass even more and has castrated us many a time for having people come to us. Trying to break our spirit on any chance that she gets. She's never been on our side and has lied about us being unprofessional to make herself look good. Even a time where we were here late and she fucked up things hard and we had to reprint the work. She called us and left us hateful messages about what the fuck are we doing. Then got Lumburg on our case who then sided with her. What the fuck. And putting us down, saying we don’t' know how to do anything when we aren’t' perfect. But her evil reign is now coming to an end. And I wont' be afraid to look at her directly in the eye in fears I might be turned into a pillar of salt. Because she won't be here to look at. But I've been needing that rant for a little bit now. A rant and a cleanse of all the negativity that she has spread around the office. I’ve learned over time that she can only have so much power over me and my life but mostly its paranoid and insecurities that control her actions. Anyone can only have so much power as you give them. And no matter how much she says that she's affected she doesn’t' care about me or my other coworkers when she gets home. Mostly because she's drunk. But my life is not just work and sure its sucky but I can be bigger and rise above. Wata off a ducks back. She's made it hard to come into work for many days since she has been here. I do not completely hate her and sure no one is perfect but some people are worse than others. She's never managed people before which is quite apparent and they should have fired her ass a long time ago because of it. Me and Stacy who work directly under her have been approached by almost every member of this company and told "how do you put up with her?" When you are surrounded by someone who's "intention" is good but the only thing she portrays is negative its makes for a not fun working environment. Old Leather Chest now gets to be flakey somewhere else.

Its been a journey of resilient and perseverance. But I will miss the emails compiled of all of "paranoid quotes of the day." That would be sent to selected members of the office sharing in her antics.

Thank goodness she quit!!!

"TGIF" by Le Tigre. "your beautiful and your boss is an asshole. I don’t' have a shit what that dick thinks. We will survive!" Its been my battle cry many a night driving home.

Just wanted to give you a glimpse into some of the hate show material that goes on here at work. Shit happens and I've dealt with it but now that shit is leaving.

But I can only hope my next boss will be better. I have faith but also am scared cause the owner is kinda like the president. He appoints bad people.

You down with OPP?

2006-06-01T02:18:11Z

Hell no not me. You down with OPP? Hell no not me. You down with OPP? Not at this party.

]]> Ok so we all think we know what OPP is given out wonderful mid 90s Naughty By Nature song. I have taken it for a different spin. Lets see the possibilities: Odd Ponies Prancing, Oblong Pinnacle Patties, Otters Picking Posies, Osom Possum Possum, Oh Possum Possum, Old Pink Pickachu, Old People’s Pants*, Ocean Pacific Panties*, Over Processed Perms*, Outrageous Panties Posse, Overt Perky Pomeranian*, Oblique Punk Posers, Orgy Porgy Porcupine, Old Pureny Preening*, Over Pompous Pancake, Octogenarian People Pleasers*, Odd Pasties Paste, Octotupssy Pussy Parade, Olive Pit Pride, On Popple Pounce, Ontario Plastic Paste, On Parker Poise, (the * OPPs were created by the one and only Claudette Powell). Ok I think that’s enough of that. The list goes on and on till the break of dawn. Lets just say that I’ve named it for the purposes of this blog to be Other Peoples Pubes.

Gag. Really are pubes really a necessary thing on this earth. For the unclean they are carries of little creatures and disease. Otherwise what purpose do they serve on this planet? I guess I was asleep in that part of sex-ed in school. They just kinda sit there. Are they for decoration? I know for women they could have hot bacon strips if they wanted to. But for the most part they just kinda are. My reasoning for this blog is more so a public service announcement. People keep your damn pubes to yourself. Really. Its not that hard. I don’t want to see them left on anything. I know they exist and they are fine on your person but to share them with others is another story. And by sharing I mean leaving them floating or on the sides of toilets or urinals. Good lord. They are like little twisted trophies left by a certain individual who wanted to share a bit of themselves with the world like it was their 15 minutes of fame. A bit like what the artist Andy Goldsworthy does right? Pube art, YIKES. Pubes are not nice keepsakes. I’m sure its not just straight men that do this shit. Keep your pubes to yourself. Maybe this isn’t a major problem in most places but at the restroom at my office, there are lots of dirry old men in general here I guess.

Someone should teach them bathroom etiquette. Maybe I’m just a big diva but here are some things that I feel would be nice if they changed. Like its inappropriate to whistle in the bathroom especially when you pee. No one wants to hear your song in the powder room. I’m sure you are extatic to whisle your piss away but it makes others uneasy. And what else oh yeah if you are at the urinal and are standing next to someone (heaven forbid) keep your raunchy farts to yoDAMNself. I actually had this experience once let me share, because I know that everyone wants to hear this story. I was you know doing my thing at the urinal and this short elderly gent walks up and does his thang too. Well all of a sudden I hear a tiny “bloop”. And was like oh hell no he didn’t just blow ass next to me. Then then THEN he had the most ginormous fart ever. I was appalled and or horrified. I had to finish and wash my hands and run away in shock. Luckily it didn’t smell or I would have gone crazy or maybe screamed in disgust. Who really has that sorta density to just let it fly when someone is standing next to them? I guess people lose all their common sense when they are in the potty. Lose yourself to the music something something just lose it.

I’ve had this conversation with Claudette and Stacy at work on occasion about the bathroom behavior of male verses female and all the different gender specifities. I’ve learned that all the women on the second floor of where we work don’t whistle, or talk to each other when they are pottying (unless they need TP). They don’t’ rip raunchy farts when they are in stalls next to one another. Claude and Stacy were appalled by the stories that I shared. Maybe its just men in general. The bathroom is the place where they can act nasty and think that no one else cares. Cause you know men are tough and shouldn’t’ let anything affect them. Maybe its because I’m a fag that I do care, but you would think any fully functioning person wouldn’t like someone to let out a huge fart when you were standing with them. I mean maybe they think its in the bathroom so its acceptable but if it was anywhere else. I mean the bathroom is a room like anyplace else. You wouldn’t be in a meeting and do that or an elevator. Yoga class I guess is a different story.

Well that’s probably why it’s a PUBLIC bathroom but its just common decenty. Does that make me that judgmental that I’m trying to censor the very basic bodily releases? So what I’m a princess, fuck you that’s right. The reality of it is that I don’t’ want to taste your fecal matter and experience your bodily functions. I’m not your partner and I don’t’ need to know that side of you. “Don’t’ pull on my hand boy you aint my man boy. I just came to pee boy and work my hump” (well not my hump more so for singing my humps). Maybe if peoples diets just improved this wouldn’t’ be a problem. Damn SuperSized society. I guess I’m just shocked at people lack of sense of just letting the bodily functions go without any remorse for others. Like people who go the bathroom really loud. (I'm not into hot carls and should not have to be indirectly subjected to them). But are these people like this in other facets of their life? Like they don’t’ care about the way people perceive them. Are they more confident? Go-getters? Can walk into a room and go ok here we go lets get things started? Or can they walk into a room full of people and talk to everyone and be the life of the party? You think Paris Hilton does that? Are they more popular? Well they aint popular with me that’s right I said it.

I guess the moral of this story is to not leave yo nappy ass pubes around the bathroom its unsanitary and barftatular.

Jesus God-Finally Horton Awards Review Wrap Up

2006-05-26T00:11:20Z

Where does the time go? FINALLY here it is. Don’t’ get to happy though cause you know expectations are a bitch. Like expecting that Xanadu would be the worstest best movie ever but just sadly wasn’t drunk enough to appreciate its craptasticness, but I’m sure I’ll see it totally intoxicated at some point and it’ll be better. Ok Ok Ok so I’m happy that we were nominated. A nomination is admirable. Its kinda like two pence short of a tomato.

]]> I mean what? I’m happy for Loretta and the company because we got the greatest nods of the evening. Sadly we fucking lost to tap. Hello. Tap excuse me. Tap really. No I’m sorry can you repeat that again the tap piece won. Get the fuck out. Sure they were taptastic but really how much can you get out of tap. Unless you’re A.D.D tap can only go so far, but good tap is good tap. But come on Tap and Penn---ing----ton dance won everything. They must be real good “friends” with the D-R-C. I was so tired of seeing his bald spot coming up on stage to accept another award. I should probably censor this seeing that google index is crazy sometimes. Jesus God, Greg and I talked about it I don’t think that the D-R-C thinks evolution is the way of the future. Seeing that 90’s dance is still winning awards. We are going to dance with masks and have bright colored asymmetrically colored unitards. J.P must have some sorta blackmail set on the D-R-C or sells them a lot of drugs. Between seeing him win everything and having to sit thought a 4 hour ceremony where the French man who only wears leather talked about the girl from the times for about an hour so it seemed. I had to get drunk during intermission so everything kinda slowed down after that. People are way to long winded its like we have to go and see your choreography and now we have to listen to you talk. Divas sit the fuck down so that I can go hit the bar and try to forgot all the torture that I was forced to sit though. Well I wouldn’t know it was torture if I didn’t’ know the good things in life right? Sure there were some good moments but those have slipped away from me at the moment. Oh yeah Rudy was hilarious. Can’t say at much for his work but you know he’s a hilarious biatch and I wasn’t even drunk for that part of the evening. Yeah Mr. Leather man talking was the second most horrid part of the evening. He’s funny to but way way way to fucking long. He was cool afterwards pouring us Vuvvvvvve champagne. It was wonderfully with the 2buck. They did have a cool video montage about a brother duo who was famous in movies for tap. I guess tap is decent when it doesn’t fuck with my chances to win. Wow that was way harsh Ty. No really I like tap sometimes. Not the tap from the student dance concerts though. Oh my god I saw one where these girls were doing tap to “Sandstorm” you know the electronic song. It huge many years ago. But they were doing tap with their shit eating grins on actually thinking they were innovative for playing techno in a tap piece. I heard one of the girls mention that. It was sad but probably one of those things if we videoed and showed in Whipper Snappers later that it would be really good like the cheerleader dance. I digress TANGENT time. But the montage was cool and they were funny and did things like round offs into huge leaps into the splits. Oh and the lady M.C was amuzing to me, with her lack of any sort of public speaking ability and really tired way to hard and her soft airy voice and being way to overly excited about everything but that must have been in her job description. The written form of the awards ceremony probably doesn’t compare as well to the live show that I gave at the clubhouse on Sunday. But hey I was wound up drunk of wine and champagne disgruntle, conflicted and really had to get that out there while it was fresh in my mind. I think that I should do my parody of the J Rog piece cause you know its way fucking better than that. Oh lord here it comes, on your mark, get set GO. Ok ok ok. So who thinks that a 45 minute stage show with bad jazz and sucky performers is fun? And I was waiting for it to be so bad that it went around the circle to be good again but nope it was just plain bad. Not even humorous. Physically biting my hand was less painful than watching that. This was after that the queen talked for 45 minutes with his kid and his “wife.” I think that his wife is younger than his daughter. I should have known better seeing that this man won the lifetime achievement and that the picture that they used for him on the flyer was him in a full layout. Should have been blatantly obvious. So I already wanted to shoot myself before the finale even started and Greggy had left and I just got confused about the entire situation, and to add insult to injury I had to pee like nobody’s business. I think I sat there for at least 20 minutes watching this Latino man “sing” and then slip into the Spanish and back into English. But finally he exited and this old guy came on who throughout the rest of the dance had this constant look like he was a deer caught in headlights. Short little dumpy guy who was supposed to be Mr Bojangles the original soft shoe. It would have maybe been ok if he was a good but surprisingly he wasn’t. And then and then and then something happened and this tiny Latino queen came on who I’m sure testacies haven’t’ dropped yet and had to dance with this OG’s of the company. Pedophile nation at its finest. Oh god that the outfits kept changing. The girls were supposed to be in these sassy salsa gowns didn’t work accept for the main lady who looked like a drag queen. She was the one that was getting angry at everyone during the piece telling them to do it again and to stop dancing. Then she was sticking up for the steroid queen when he was pouting that the ugly twig man was having a solo that was supposed to be his. But she put her man foot down and told everyone to get out of the way and then felt herself up. Mind you while this hell is going on I still had to pee so pressure was building more and more. There was the group salsa dance sequence. With bad jazz jumps and everyone is ass tight spandex. Vomitous. Then there was some transition where they man/lady was talking about how she was the only one that could feel it and was rubbing on herself. And all of a sudden the women came out in robes like Modern Modern dancing. And did this whole traditional type dance and they waltzed and it was bad. And the men had their spandex but put on chaps over there. It was like a bad gay bar where people were confused if they were into leather or western wear. There was really no cohesive line between it but he really wanted there to be one. Finally I saw people bailing and I decided it was time to hit the bar. Cookies and wine awaited and were much needed. Its funny the awards are there to honor the best of the year but the show they have like the worst dances ever. Damn politics. I’m not bitter no not at all. But hey those are everywhere and that’s why we are here to create art and do our thing no matter what. It makes me love the work that we create and other quality work out there. But again we wouldn’t’ know the good if it wasn’t the bad. That’s the way it goes I guess. Good lord though if I ever do see Mr. J. R on the street might have to take something of his to try and take back some of the life that was wasted watching his crap unfold. Wow way harsh again Ty. Naw I’m joking. I’m very glad I saw that hate-show piece it makes me smile in retrospect, because just how fucking bad it was. Thank you and goodnight yesterday tomorrow forward not upwards backwards not forwards and twirling twirling towards freedom.

Filler/dismemberment well kinda

2006-05-03T02:09:47Z

I have yet to write my Horton wrap up but you know there are some technical difficulties that have put a blockade in my typing speed and ability.

]]> Franken finger. Seeing part of yourself lying on a table is quite uneasing. I had to hold the little piece of my finger that the box cutter so sweetly hacked off for me, because I really didn't want it to go. It was strange. Kinda like holding a Tylenol but more organic, more soft. I used to be part of a livening organism but was now one of its own. I've heard people say hold yourself but really this was a step to far. I thought it was a nice keepsake for a while. Like when a kid has a mouse in its pocket or a bullfrog. "You wanna see whats in my pocket?" but sadly had to pitch it seeing that I was losing blood quite quickly and didn't know when it was going to stop. It took 2 hours if you want to know for it to finish. I still have the visual of the tiny hunk of me sitting on a metal ruler next to a sharp box cutter. I thought I was ok besides the obvious situation, but work had to take me to the hospital. That freaked me out because I thought I was fine but they worked me up to almost crying. Damn hysterical making society. The emergency room was going to take 4 hours we overheard. Scary emergency rooms. Lots of crazy emotions and the polarity between the stern hospital receptionist and the people pouring in begging to see their love ones and telling their horror stories and still can't go in. Very hard on the heartstrings. We ditched that place and I got fixed up. No stitches cause I just scalped off part of my middle finger. Red and Greg asked if I got any drugs out of this deal seeing that its on the work dollar but I didn't think of it. Lost to much blood or something. I named my fingers and now my band-aids look like koala heads cause they have ears kinda. That bitch who I was cutting shit for owns be candy or something. But she won't. Oh well now I'll just have an imperfect fire finger but who wants perfect fingers anyways.

Drawing Restraint 9

2006-04-27T01:34:39Z

Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork Bjork

]]> There is so much to write here. First off if you have a chance to see this film (The Drawing Restraint 9) before its gone out of LA go go GO. It’s at the nuart and we can all thank Meg for the heads up about it. I noticed that I wrote Bjork all over this but its really Matthew Barney who is the mastermind behind this, but he’s not Bjork. But who cares. Bjoney, that’s the combo then. They are both genius, well more so crazy which helps add to their amazingness. Who would have thought that I'd grow up and go to those fancy pants artist seeing a two and half hour movie with barely any dialogue in it. Is that nullified because I was very intoxicated and making loud “what the hell are they doing” comments during the graphic scenes, or only enhance the situation? Hummmmm something to poderoso over with some tea and candy. Anyways it was fantastic. It was like watching a well choreographed ballet then everyone getting shot and turns into ocelots. Actually, a little less morbid but its along those lines. Once the film ended at first I was pretty much what the fuck did I just see. Or maybe I was just sobering up and my body was going into coma mode. The more and more I thought about the film the more enthralled with it I became. I think I liked it more because I actually could grasp onto what Bjoney were talking about. I GOT IT! That makes me smart like tuna. I was afraid because Greg feel asleep half way though film and I would have no idea about it cause he's helps me interpret difficult artsy quandaries which baffle my cabeza at times. Greg remembered some of it and Anni and I talked about it for a bit. But I got it. I'm a big kid now. Hooray for me! I'm quite happy still with my process and processings.

Sacrifice, transformation, restraint, creativity and freedom. Those are big words but were wrapped up in a beautiful little package like the opening scene of the film. The Bjork and M.B touched wandered over many a topic and were quite successful in visually presenting these ideas. I also just recently went onto the website and kinda felt like I was in a lecture being held by Douglas and Kristen. You know those insanely brilliant minded people well if you are reading this you are probably one of those people. And other times when I’m hanging out with the crew and they are talking about some subject matter that is foreign to me like polarity or other words that end in logy. But I picked up a few choice interesting tid bits of info. There was this icon that they used in the film and helped to drive the idea of things/processes being cyclical instead of linear. I enjoyed the idea of restraint in creation, because then you think well if creativity can be anything then why would one restrain in. Is it a form of honing ideas to a discover an outcome? Or is it pussy crack corn and I don't care. Or have Bjork come out and try and pull someone's eyes out and over someone's head? Room for cream! Oh yeah and for the gay comment of the blog well that would be all of them, but the stereotypical gay comment about the film would be Bjork and Matthew Barney's fur robes were fantastic. And especially the sea urchins in her hair too super fantabalous. “What else you gonna wear with your bird,” Miss Cho.

There were so many layers and things that one could pull from the movie. The order and disorder, precision and chaos (or a not as intense word as chaos, the opposite of precision) in creating something so huge and letting it all go after the restrains were taken away. Impermanence and especially with the idea of not having art be so precious that we cannot let it morph or explore its potential. Also finding the special that is inside all of us like a pearl but ultimately letting go of everything. They left a lot of this open for people’s own interpretation and never spoon-fed any of it.

If you made it this far hopefully this all makes sense. Gold star for you!

"Blessed are the cracked, for it is They who let in the light"

2006-04-14T20:46:26Z

Not quite sure if this is a quote by Andy Warhol or Cindy Desantis (the mastermind behind the "Save Us" series, showing at highways) but you know its a good quote. Or maybe it was someone entirely different I can't say. I've been liking to have quotes lately that I can respond to. Its been pretty rad for me and my blogging experience. And I'm glad that that I am cracked. Maybe we are all cracked but I'm not going to speak for everyone here.

]]> Its nice to have that feeling of imperfection because what is perfect. Nothing. Cracked can be open and beautiful. One can see things that others can't and create stuff too. Cracked is a good word and describes passing into and out off. All yous with your sick sense of humor can have a filed day with this one. I feel that I let in light and emulate and put forth light. Trying to all about trusting myself and processing.

Oh oh oh and PEACHES FOR FUCKING PRESIDENT. Her new album is called Impeach My Bush. Rock on! See she's letting in the light for us all.

Order/Disorder....A reading

2006-04-05T02:02:47Z

Hopefully I won't be in trouble for copy write infringment with this entry. but I wanted to share a quote from the book that I'm reading by Aimee Bender.

]]> "It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It's the mathematical logic of being alive. If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order." (Page195).

This was just a passage that struck me. We do get stuck in the order or things. There could even order in disorder. Its a subject that we can run around in our heads until well we get tired and would rather smoke some herb and have cake. Well there is really never an excuse in the world not to have cake. I know I get stuck in it (the concept not the cake). But I like to think that things that happen out of order are wonderful discoveries. If we had to much order well its time to wake up and actually live. I've learned to belive in the process. Disorder can be comforting. Well not extreme disorder but extreme anything is unhealthy. Unless its pancakes and M&ms. I like pancakes M&ms, I like pancakes M&ms, I like pancakes M&ms, I like pancakes M&ms. They make me a happy me!

I didnt' think of this so much to be a serious blog. More so intersting and fun for me to write and think about. But I'm not making excuses for anything.

I thank my meaty cohorts for all their wisdom, scarcasm, wit, and fucking everything. Thats an aside but a big aside.

Another aside. Claudette and I talked about what if they did "Waiting to Exhale" with an all lesbian cast. Oh the possibilities. Or a male cast. and in the scene when the one guy is upset he could be pulling out all the feather boas and elegant evening gloves and tiaras to burn in a box. Well that was actually all we talked about with that.

Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon

2006-03-31T02:04:21Z

What if the human race was gifted (or plagued) with the eyesight capabilities of a chameleon?

]]> We are so used to seeing what is right in front of our faces (well not all the time can we see those things). What if we had something different? Imagine seeing behind and to the left and right without having to move our necks. Not to mention we’d have those nifty long eye stocks. That could spur a new rage in fashion. Eye stock piercing or fashionable sleeves by Comme Des Garson. Eye stock ascots, or necklaces or rings. Maybe some hot hats that would rise just above each eye like a visor. Sexy fishnets, and tatts on your stocks. It’s just pregnant with possibility. Glasses would be difficult. That would mean Lasik for everyone! But I digress or regress or ungress some sorta gression. This is either some poignant statement or just something weird to think about. We might develop nausea from moving your eyes all over everywhere. Should humans have that gift? or are we gifted enough...

You oughta know

2006-03-30T02:08:15Z

You know the song that Ms Morissette did when she was the new bad assss because she dropped the f-bomb in one of her songs. She was so angry and pissed off. Well either this was common knowledge and I've been underneath a rock since high school but I found new info about this song that were very interesting.

]]> A little birdy (Squwdette) told me that Alanis was all hacked off over not a hard core rock star. Nope nope, but none other than Dave Coulier. So at this point you can either be shocked at this or remember the time you heard it and remember being shocked or indifferent. But I was shocked. All this over him and his cross eyed bear, isnt' ironic. Don't you think. Its very strange in a Full House sorta way.

Thats's my first entry and I'm sticking to it.