Twitters.

On twitter, you hafta use less than 140 characters to convey either what you’re doing right now, or pretty much any thought that crosses your mind that you don’t think will bore the ever lovin’ crap out of complete and total strangers.

I’m feeling lazy, so rather than write a blog, I’m going to regurgitate some of my past tweets.

I am doing nothing… with a certain flair, though.
4:47 PM Jul 25th from web

If you ever really need hits for something, just describe it on twitter as ‘erotic photography’.
10:34 AM Jul 19th from web

Did Oscar Wilde do freakin’ *anything* with his life besides sit around and make up pithy remarks?
5:23 AM Jul 23rd from web

If there was a nuclear holocaust, and only two people survived, it just seems very unlikely that it would be me and Neil Gaiman.
12:01 AM Jul 13th from web

Irrelevant aside: So, it turns out I can make that little motor lizard sound the velociraptors make on Jurrassic Park. Whose jealous? :)
3:36 PM Jul 7th from web

O! the violence of every damn day.
7:50 AM Jul 6th from web

It’s always a rather agonizing bid to try and find your place in someone elses affections.
10:12 AM Jul 3rd from web

@rtd13 It is a lot of death talk these days. It just struck me funny how you said that. Like it was an especially long version of King Lear.
10:24 AM Jun 28th from web in reply to rtd13

My whole personality is a peace offering.
8:50 AM Jun 28th from web

It’s sort of amazing, the sheer number of organizations that revolve around the central concept of wearing a funny hat.
6:32 PM Jun 27th from web

He had to find a way to talk her out of the notion that her deep end was a profound state of being. #fiction
10:41 AM Jun 26th from web

Delicious morning. *wiggles toes, appreciatively*
11:41 AM Jun 24th from web

I can feel my world doing that hazy, mirage-type thing that it does right before it shrinks back down to a bite-sized life.
1:15 PM Jun 21st from web

“Why would anyone get married?” she asks, surveying the scorched remains of her parents’ living room.
9:56 PM Jul 18th from web

Daughter haiku: her wall of talk/is something i work out for/but to no avail
6:43 PM Jun 19th from web

that ‘Valley of Elah’ movie f*ked with my head a little. It could have been better, but then it wouldn’t have been as good. *blinks*
10:36 PM Jun 12th from web

Sometimes, despite all my crap parenting, I suspect maybe I’ve succeeded on the important parts.
8:34 AM Jun 11th from web

The most supportive people in my life have pretty consistently been whomever I ended up sitting by at the laundromat.
2:11 PM Jun 5th from web

mirror musing: I am the hottest thing to come around since frozen vegetable medley.
9:12 AM Jun 4th from web

I want …. *lays cheek gently on the keyboard*. I want held. I want to wake someone up and kiss him till the sun rises.
11:48 PM Jun 3rd from web

Big shout out to ‘Your Horny Kitty’, my latest follower on twitter! Yeah! *feeling perplexed by the mundane undertones of personal destiny*
11:19 AM May 31st from web

I can withstand inanity, self-involvement, rude & cryptic on a twitter feed, but take me lap by lap thru a moto-racing event, & we’re done.
9:01 AM May 31st from web

Does anybody else think Squidward is kind of a hottie?
10:02 AM May 29th from web

I wish I could be close to someone without turning into neurotic, self-doubty monster the next day.
6:56 PM May 28th from web

Sometimes the rain is such a relief to the senses.
10:12 AM May 19th from web

Hello you world, you chummy old world. It’s nice to see your bright, ancient face.
10:10 AM May 5th from web

A brand new day: I hit the ground crawling.
9:55 AM Apr 22nd from web

we’re giving the dog a bath. not that it will help the odor without someone present whose willing to squeeze his… y’know what? never mind.
5:14 PM Apr 19th from web

I turned my ankle and had to limp two miles home. Bry made me laugh to tears with running commentary on my ‘elf boots’ & I fell down again.
8:46 PM Apr 14th from web

“Mandatum novum do vobis ut diligatis invicem sicut dilexi vos” ..it’s good stuff. He deserved some gelato.
9:37 AM Apr 9th from web

dog’s gone nutters. I’ll sit and twitter about it instead of checking it out. Can you *see* the shape of the future?
11:49 AM Mar 29th from web

Insomnia monsters. Yip yip yip yip.
3:17 AM Mar 30th from web

remember being a kid, and so sugar-starved that you had to eat your graham-cracker/frosting sandwich open faced (to derive the full benefit)
1:09 PM Jun 5th from web

This is why God invented the tantrum.
10:39 AM Apr 19th from web

rice puddles

My introspective jag is about over.

Yeah, right. This one’s a lifer. Stuff over here- gathering in for the dad visit. He’s coming for Si’s dance recital, which is a three day extravaganza ranging somewhere around three hours a pop. She’s in approximately two minutes of it.

Our local dance studio has a nice little set up: The parents pay for dance lessons, costumes, and eventually $8 tickets to see the big show. Meanwhile, the kids provide the talent/entertainment, and the studio collects in triplicate.

Nice.

I don’t think it would be so crazy to offer each family a free ticket or two, since without parents there’d be no kids, and thus no business, but as my mother pointed out to me the other day, nobody asked me. So I’m just gonna paste a smile on my face and obligingly bend over.

Me and dad’s relationship has been a bit strained. I’ve gotten blissfully lost in my romance this week, and I have that feeling in my head, like I’ll put it off till the last moment- exiting my little world to enter the complicated terrain of the father-daughter relationship.

I wish I didn’t hafta produce another me, like an acting buffer between us, but that’s just what happens. And I’m a little out of practice at it.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

J.J. Abrams is all over everything. The new Star Trek movie is off the hook *awesome* allegedly, but I so want to give that guy a makeover. He’s too him. He needs to try harder, damnit, it’s Hollywood. Maybe a sweep forward rocker hairdo that covers some of his face, and those black-rimmed glasses have got to go. C’mon! He already looks like Stephen Spielberg, and he’s barely forty. How can you produce so many edgy, cool-right-now-but-ultimately-forgettable flicks/t.v. shows, and still go with the pale-faced, dark-sweatered “I’m  so smart, I don’t even hafta bother” look?

Stephen Spielberg

 

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JJ Abrams

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey, here’s some Love & Rockets… for your hump day. 

  

Reading Crooked

My mind has been employing itself in oddities lately. I go to perform a task, and suddenly I’m headed off on a weirdly curly think-tangent. I don’t know if the day-dreamy stuff is to do with having little sleep lately, or if I’m just getting some sort of chemical in my diet that tickles the brain’s hyper-drive.

What’s cool about it is, in these mindsets you tend to see and note connections, relatedness that might  escape your notice otherwise.

But it makes it kind of hard to focus. Reading, the same sort of things happen. A passage or headline gets read differently, and I get all fascinated by the accidental meaning for a moment. For example, I was reading John Steinbeck’s ‘Once There Was a War’… the chapter about the cottage that wasn’t there, and came to this sentence:

“Across the path, a line of people were fishing in the Serpentine, sitting on rented chairs, fishing in water that was stirred with the oars of boats and kicking swans.”

That stopped me for a moment. It’s a rather laid back, satisfied picture: The fishermen setting out their lines, close enough together to chat. Resting on chairs as they wait for something to happen. And in that nonchalant, laid back way, they’re kicking swans.

The swans must be awfully thick underfoot, I decide. But still, it’s odd… in present day culture, kicking an animal certainly isn’t acceptable enough to mention, and you wouldn’t do it in a nonchalant sort of manner. “Oh yes, I just took it easy yesterday. Did a few crosswords, kicked a few dogs.”

My brain went through all these musings, got so far as wondering about the time and place John Steinbeck grew up in, and if there’s a peculiar swan-kicking tradition thereabouts before I actually took another look at the words, and my brain unscrambled the meaning- ie: that kicking swans were stirring the water, along with the boats’ oars.

But that wasn’t the best one. This headline showed up on the Yahoo Home Page yesterday:

A cell phone that thieves love

I immediately clicked on it, mind teeming with immediate concern; for how I read the headline was that the cell phone was somehow stealing love. 

How can a cell-phone do that? Is there some new technology that preys on human emotions? Does the cell phone intercept calls from loved ones, and carry on a robotic conversation, soaking up the good vibes while the thwarted callee is left with a busy tone? Or was it a less fantastical case, where a particular cell phone was simply taking up all the admiration and attention that its new owners formerly lavished on loved ones? Causing rifts in marriages perhaps, or leading to crimes of passion and new, technological love triangles.

All sorts of intriguing possibilities as I click on the title.

And I was a tad disappointed with the mundane story that followed. No, goofer, it’s a CELL PHONE that THIEVES love TO STEAL.

Not a cellphone that thieves on love.

Duh.

But really, wouldn’t that be kind of a trip?

Insidious Pussies

What if the creator of the original web-log really did mean for bloggers to post adorable cat pictures?

We’ve all experienced the aberration that is I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER. We’ve all tread too close for comfort near the murky depths of the cat blogging underground. Most of us have seen tell-tale signs of cat-blogging even in our nearest and dearest… the innocent great-aunt who forwards all those cutesy little e-mails. The seemingly solid head of household tiptoeing down to his basement in the dark hours of the night, his wife sneaking up behind him to discover his porn fetishes only to see… a tiny Abyssinian??? …driving a motorcyle??? “This is what you’ve been doing all these hours?”

Cat-blogging is indicative of something sinister; I think we’re all pretty clear on that. It’s hard not to give in, not to laugh, not to take a little peek at what’s making that retarded WordPress site so damn popular. Cat-bloggers are kind of like pod-people: They don’t even realize they are infecting other people with their brain-washing.

Now. Look down. Is your pinkie crooked?

There’s still a strong, vocal faction of the population who believe robots will ultimately rule the Earth. I am a representative of that sensible demographic, but the pervasive, insidious trend of cat-blogging does bear consideration.

The furballs are taking over.

Before you shrug me off, remember that Egyptians did worship the little bastards. They even went to the trouble of mummifying their mangy little kitty corpses. Were they on to something? How did a small, fuzzy creature who has to lick its own ass, how did such a thing come to dominate the information superhighway? It bears examining, folks.

Whatever the first bloggers meant blogging to be used for, I think all the tech-geeks, the news-vultures, the literaries and the esoteric elitists, I think we all have to band together and resist that siren Siamese call. “Miaou.”

Repeat these words to yourself each time you sit down to the computer. Make them your mantra; make them your battle-cry:

“I will not forward cutesy kitty e-mails. I will not post squashed face whisker-gits on my site, just for a hit-spike. I will not go gently into that dark night. The internet is for PORN not PETS. I will NOT become a CATBLOGGER!”

Good, good, thats the spirit. Now, here’s a little Rorschach test to make sure you aren’t too far gone already. What do you see in the ink-spot? Go ahead, you can tell me.

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Update: Validation!

(This post was re-erected from the archives. I posted it first 1 year, 1 month, 1 week ago. Boy, time flies.)

BSG: Who would you Boink?

Tonight, new episodes of Battlestar Galactica return to the Sci-Fi Channel at 10pm. I suspect most of the weebles probably don’t watch BSG, so I’m going to prepare you to answer the most important question regarding the series. This way if someone accosts you on the street with the urgent question: “Who do you think the 5th and final cylon is?” You can give the appropriate response: “I don’t freakin’ care, but I would totally sleep with _______”

BSG S.Q. CHARACTER GUIDE

-Admiral William Adama

Played by Edward James Olmos, Adama is the Admiral of the fleet and commanding officer of the Battlestar Galactica. A soft-spoken hard-hitter, the senior Adama would likely appeal to Daddy’s girls, female literature professors, and closeted Semper Fi’s with unresolved yearnings.

- President Laura Roslin

You may recognize Mary McDonnell from Dances with Wolves and Independence Day. Roslin in a tough, savvy politician with a few moral gray areas. She has cancer in the program, but this is a woman who could still competently handle a whip/football team/chicken. By the look in her eye, you know she views any male ranking less than admiral as merely breakfast.

– Starbuck

Yes, she’s a girl! From Oregon! True story: Portland born Katee Sackhoff brings an edge to Viper Pilot Kara Thrace that the original, congenial male Starbuck probably never envisioned. Though a very tough and physical character, there is a certain transparency, a lack of manipulation to Starbuck that would probably appeal to anyone who has recently survived a divorce.

- Lee ‘Apollo’ Adama

Former viper pilot, and only remaining son of the Admiral, Lee Adama is the idealist of the group. He has a great body, and a moral compass that would make 82% of all potential mates develop a severe inferiority complex. Lee would be the wet-dream of far-lefties, pro-bono attorneys and John Mayer fans. Oh, btw, Dibs.

-Dr. Gaius Baltar

I don’t want my own impression of Baltar to color your perceptions (he’s a sleazeball). I will say that Baltar is probably the best dresser on the show. I won’t say that this is because his vanity is of mammoth, unwieldy proportions. (oops) I will say, he isn’t real hard to get. Just be reasonably attractive and look at him for a second, he’s yours. Baltar’s a good person to be with if you’ve recently been dumped by someone like Lee Adama. You can feel morally superior to Baltar right up until he sleeps with your mom at your graduation dinner. After that you should focus more energy on hoping they used protection.

-Six

Oh, she’s a man-eater. She’s also a cylon, but if a little artificial intelligence doesn’t bother you, this bionic ’skin-job’ can offer both physical and mental challenges to satisfy the masochist in you. Yeah, she’s a little unpredictable: One moment she’s pledging her eternal love to a human and coming across all vulnerable, the next she’s beating up old eyepatch and slamming Baltar around by the hair. But men love that shit, don’t they? Oh, btw- she has sisters. Lots and lots of sisters.

-Samuel T. Anders

In case you can’t tell from the name alone, Anders is an all-purpose hottie. Pilot, resistance fighter, conveniently qualified husband to Kara Thrace (or at least to her impulsive libido) Anders is your standard go-to guy. The name says it all: Samuel T., c’mon. They don’t give a character a middle initial unless it means something. ‘T.’ means trustworthy character, and ‘Z.’ means reliably evil. Anders would be ideal for uncomplicated carnal stress relief in a car or a warehouse. He’s just that kind of guy. Er… cylon, rather.

- Galen Tyrol

Tyrol is the every man’s man. He gets his hands dirty, damn it. He shows up every day and does his job. But… like so many of us, he has quirks. 1. He’s a cylon. To his credit, this realization has brought him intense anguish, but still. 2. After his wife, Cally, died (got offed by a Cylon) he screamed about the ‘boiled cabbage stench of her’. I personally find this intimidating. It would suck to be in a relationship with someone and discover that this is the epitaph they’ve been storing up.

-Tory Foster

The cylon who killed Galen’s wife, y’know? Yeah, it was her. Tory: Advisor to the president, closet Cylon, Baltar’s part-time bimbo (she also nailed Anders), manipulator extraordinaire. If snakes fascinate you, or you find yourself envious of Michael Douglas in Basic Instinct, Tory might just be your ticket to ride.

- Saul Tigh

For anyone trying to wean themselves off a pirate fetish, I present Saul Tigh. The gravelly voice, the eyepatch, the alcoholic tendencies, all these should make your transition from swashbucklers to bitter old men very smooth and easy going. You probably expect it by this point, but yeah, he’s a Cylon, too.

-Cylon Hybrid

I don’t fully understand what exactly she does. She’s plugged into the ship somehow, and she lives in one of those pools where the Cylons are ‘born’ again after being downloaded. Both scary and wise, the Hybrid *knows* things. Given, she doesn’t get out much, still this character might appeal to that shady demographic who patronize Hentai tentacle porn.

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So now you have a cornucopia of interesting choices. Which one of these characters would YOU repopulate the planet Earth with?

Run of the mill blabber

I am such a badass today.

Rawr!

….see, that wasn’t even convincing to me. Okay, I’m gonna write a few more review sort of things. The ‘Twilight’ one generated very little in the way of hits, but like any green-blooded human, I’m inordinately fond of espousing my blessed opinion on the goodness or badness or badassness of ‘things-I-deign-to-pay-attention-to’.

Here goes:

Practical Demonkeeping- the book by Christopher Moore. Thumbs up. This dude makes me laugh. I don’t know if it’s as funny as Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove, but it’s pretty funny. Like the passages in Lust Lizard that feature the warrior babe, Maggie, there are a few scenes in Demonkeeping that had me doubled over. The rest of it moves quickly, and applies familiar personalities and responses to supernatural situations, in classic Christopher Moore style. He’s kinda made his own genre out of terrifying Pine Cove citizens.

‘A Walk in the Woods’ by Bill Bryson: Thumbs way up. This book was suggested to me by someone very tall. It was great. The typical voracious reader is probably more familiar with Bryson than I was on reading this book, so you may know his pages are filled with two things: A broad-ranging cornucopia of interesting information, and a whole lot of humor. This book centers around Bryson’s quest to hike the gargantuan Appalachian Trail. I fell deeply in love with the hilarious character ‘Katz’, which added to the tremendously satisfying reading experience.

Iron Man- A-Ok. I was entertained. That’s what I went to the movie to be. Robert Downey Jr. did a fine job in the role, and he’s always fun to watch in my opinion. As far as first reels of a superhero saga go, Toby Maguire still takes the cake with his introduction of Spidey. But then, Peter Parker, the good-hearted underdog is easier to embrace than the megalomaniac Tony Stark.

Two beefs with the film: I kept hearing about the chemistry between Gwyneth Paltrow and Robert Downey Jr., and in all honesty, it just wasn’t there. She’s a very pretty lady, and she looks stunning as a red; he’s a hottie and a half, but I never got sparks from their interactions. It seemed to me they’d contentedly be plain old buddies until the end of time. What I really hated about the movie was Terrence Howard’s role. It didn’t do him justice, and I grated against seeing such a powerful, intelligent actor in such a one-dimensional character that was obviously secondary to that of megalomaniac, Stark. I give the movie a B.

Finally… the new pop hit: “Still Bleeding” by Leona Lewis- Thumbs way, way down. This song sounded so appealing when I first heard it, it sucked me right in. And then I realized my daughter was singing the lyrics, and I thought about who this song is directed to. I wasn’t sure I was hearing the lyrics right, at first, so I looked them up to be sure, cus it just didn’t seem possible that this beautifully packaged pop-song could be saying what it sounded like it was saying.

Before I recount those lyrics here, I want to point out that the target audience for most pop songs are girls ages 11-14. That’s why Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan and Hillary Duff hit it big. Kids grew up with these girls on Disney, they idolized them. Their song lyrics are projected at the sentimental early teenage heart. Hanna Montanna is a cash-cow, she hits that demographic right on the nail.

Bearing that in mind, take a look at these popular hit lyrics by Leona Lewis:

But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

And it’s draining all of me
Oh they find it hard to believe
I’ll be wearing these scars
For everyone to see

*shudders*

This is not an obscure indie song, this is playing on all the big radio stations twice an hour.

I don’t even know how to express… how damaged this culture is just from the fact that the song became a hit. There’s already something masochistic about the world of female adolescence, this is when eating disorders crop up, this is the time of life when a girl is most likely to throw away her own goals, her sense of self for the approval, the admiration of a boy. Now we have a hit on the radio that essentially equates love with suicide, and the teller of that tale romanticizing the fact that he cut her open and she keeps bleeding for him, for love.

It makes me sick.

Sick.

I’m not just saying that, I got nauseated thinking about this again, so that’ll mark a close to today’s reviews. Happy Tuesday.

Meet the Weebles

This is my spring-time edition of meet the weebles.  I don’t know why I feel the need to introduce my blog-reads to each other. Oooo, spring-time, let’s have a mixer! Perhaps I was an events planner/matchmaker in a past life, or maybe it’s an ego thing. 

It’s also entirely possible that I have too much time on my hands. At any rate, there are new people I’ve adopted (with or without their consent) into my illustrious and literary minion throng, and I’d like to introduce them, because they’re pretty marvy do. 

1. Meet aefiel. Robin, you’d love her for her quotes- GingaTao & jo, you might enjoy the warped poetry. I like her cus she’s talented with language, and she comes across playful and sometimes wistful, but there is that about her which communicates a definite ‘Don’t fuck with me’ kind of vibe. Like the sweet, fuzzy kitten who can turn into a sabertooth without the slightest warning, and sweetly, fuzzily, bite off your hand.

2. Meet Chuck. Chuck full o’ Blog is Macauley Culkin’s secret blog venture. He doesn’t tell anyone that it’s him, but I just know. Chuck generously posts half-naked pictures of his gaggle of guy friends, and while this, and the startling images of someone named Mocku licking a variety of appalled, cherubic faces are both a big draw, the funny writing might be even more so. Might. (It kind of depends on whose posing naked that day.)

3. Rick Mobbs- Rick mostly introduced himself. He’s such a fixture among one of the two circles that converges on my blogroll, that it seems like he’s always been there. In fact, maybe he has, because I don’t tend to pay very close attention. Anyway, I’ve discovered him now, because he graciously made me to. (Aw, shut it, this isn’t the grammar awards.) K, Rick has a way with words, but his paintings will melt your face… y’know.. in a good way. 

4. Norm of ‘The Only Constant is Change…’ is one of Robin’s long time cronies. He decided recently to subject himself to Stop and Wander voluntarily, which demonstrates a surprising degree of intelligence and cajones too, it turns out, because now he’s being introduced publically as the man who created the first Bobble-Head. And now he’ll hafta answer for that whether it’s true or not! 

5. A long time ago, I should have introduced Jane Moneypenny and her loyal cohort Penelope Smallbones. They write for a blog called ‘Variety is the Spice...’ and this is real, live, sometimes gritty, sometimes delightfully frivolous girl’s girl talk. These two twenty-somethings chronicle their adventures in dating, diet, finance, balancing career and romance. It’s honest and often funny girl stuff.

And now your mission, should you choose to accept it- (that means you hafta) please choose at least one of the fledgling weebles to pay a visit to. Leave a comment. Make them feel accepted and somewhat freaked out by all the inexplicable attention from strangers. In short, make them feel they’ve been initiated into a wacky cult without even signing anything or reading the literature beforehand. 

Cus we all know life-long weebleship is best executed as a fait accompli.

Another argument between the voices in my head

“Write something, damn you.”

“Fuck me, I’m tired.”

“Um. I don’t think you should probably say ‘fuck me’ on the internet. Ever. Ever, ever, ever. Only 9% of your readers ever identify themselves and even some of the knowns probably plunk kittens in the microwave for fun.”

“I don’t think that’s true. I don’t think that’s true at all. I have a sane and surprisingly intelligent blog community. Well, …..except for that one guy, awhile back.”

“Uh huh. That one guy.”

“And the other drive by, remember the psychotic medusa who tried to moralize me about my romantic predicament?”

“Yeah. That particular loose cannon is still circling the waters.”

“But the rest of them are great. I’d give almost all of them weapons.”

“Again, I don’t… I just might not mention that aloud where the ‘imaginative’ might read it.”

*dreamy eyed* “Laser guns…”

“Still holding out for your Star War’s posse then?”

“Someday I’ll find my Luke. My Han. My Leia….”

“Your wookiee.”

“Oh, I found my wookiee. I way found the wookiee. The wookie slot is filled.”

*winces* “Wookie slot? Ew, ew, ew.”

“You’re disgusting. I’m talking about a position being filled.”

“You’re talking about positions. And being filled. No, what you’re doing is whooping a welcome to every pervert and murderist on wordpress.com.”

“Wookiee’s are not serial-killer bait. They’re serial killer detractors.”

“Just tell me this: How would you know?”

*sniffs*

“How do you know what attracts a murderer?”

“How do you?”

“…Educated guess.”

“Yeah, right. Check-mate.”

“Nuh uh. That’s a draw. Go on then, discuss wookie slots to your heart’s content, but don’t come crying to me when all your quality readers immigrate to Book Slut and Dooce.com. “

“You know, you’re a killjoy. If I could determine which part of my brain you’re located in, I’d stab it with a shrimp fork.”

“Keep talkin’ wookie slots, I’m sure one of your ‘fans’ will do that for you.”

“Don’t diss the weebles.”

*mutters* “They smell like ham.”

“Do you see this shrimp fork? Do you feel the destiny percolating off its tines?”

“Kay. Stab yourself in the scalp. See how far you get in life with that approach.”

“I’ve done pretty fucking well.”

“On a scale of one to what?”

“You’re me. You’re supposed to be a loyal fan.”

“Bollocks.”

“That’s gay.. “

“That’s English.”

“That’s fun to say.”

“Like… ‘viola da gamba’…”

“Mmm.”

“So why didn’t you do this conversation thing with Tim instead?”

“Do you really wanna know?”

“I already do know; I’m you, after all.”

“K.”

“But they probably want to know.”

“K.”

“That was an invitation to speak up.”

“K.”

“Compelling conversationalist, aren’t you?”

“Sometimes…. sometimes it’s better to be on your own for awhile. Let stuff settle. Let old directions collapse so wildflowers can grow. That’s all. Oh, and sometimes it’s nice to show other people just what kind of pseudo-brain-fart mental crap you hafta contend with on a daily basis.”

“So they can safely migrate to Dooce.com.”

“Touché.”

Movies I want to see

Now playing

Never was?

June 13, 2008:

stuff that penetrated my self absorption

Been awhile since I linked to other people’s bloggity endeavors. Maybe you’ve all been too impressive and gone and intimidated me. When you guys write consistently entertaining shit, I feel like I’m flogging rotting horse flesh with this show and tell schpiel; but it could also be that my level of self involvement has ascended into the stratosphere. Again.

The choices contained here aren’t ‘friend picks’ or exchanges for links; these are simply posts that pierced my self-cloud for a nano-second, Therefore they should reflect either a fine artistic sensibility, or content that would appeal to a mind wired like a 12 year-old boy’s. In the words of Captain Angsty-Brains, “Even Odds.”

Here’s a post I really liked about Richard Brautigan: Everything smelled of sheep.

Do you like Chet Baker? No? Well how about peacocks? Oh c’mon, you finicky little hasboro sausages, you must like something.

Aos will cure you. He’s a collector of ideas, art, film, concepts. He does the work of compiling all the most intriguing tidbits, so I can read his blog instead of two dozen others. (Check out the film clip at the end, it’s worth it.)

There’s a certain slant of light
on winter afternoons
that oppresses with the weight
of cathedral tunes…

I love that Emily Dickinson poem, but Robin has captured a certain slant of light that does the opposite of oppression. I am tired of looking at snow, truly, but when I saw the second photo down, it stopped me. Pretty amazing.

“I’m just some lunatic macaroni mushroom, is that it?” Yeah, Joe Pesci speaking, he has a high minded literary critique of Don Quixote over at the gorillas. Grandmas might wanna turn their hearing aids down for this one.

For those that think poetry is sentimental, flowery language, an education in the impact of carefully chosen words.

Political Stickers! No, come back… you haven’t seen political stickers quite like these before. Besides, they promote the almost secret, but not quite Molo/Slothboy presidential ticket; top ranking candidates for those who’ve had it with sane-on-the-outside politicians.

Finally, this was just so cool to me, in great part because the author took the time and the energy to receive the story in the first place.

BTW: I don’t know what happened to my widgets. I don’t know why the formatting on this went cattywampus. Ok, I might have tried to do something with code. I think I broke it.