Last Shop Update For The Year!!!
2 comments December 20th, 2007
Archive for December, 2007
Dada da da (not really)
Here should be a picture of my favorite apple.
It is also a nude & bottle.
It is also a landscape.
There are no such things as still lifes.
-Erica Jong
I don’t know what kind of day you had. But I left the mother-fucking house! Put on some tights and some boots, and some coats and a hat and tromped around town, for a couple hours, yes I did. I had fun. Oh, did I mention, I left the house, ALONE? I always forget to leave the house alone. I always manage to bring a kid with me, tugging at my clothes, they just don’t like the library, they don’t like to record shop, actually, I am not sure they like errands at all. Besides, I got to play my favorite I-shuffle mix, all LOUD, in my ear, and Donovan and T Rex and Gogol Bordello and Dresden Dolls sound real nice, when it is cold and you are just walking around thinking about stuff.
I walked around alone, and it felt pretty damn good. I should do that more often. I wondered what it would be like, to just have a job, and pay your bills, and live all alone? I have actually never really done that. You could get some records and some hot chocolate and have popcorn for dinner, and cook in your underwear, and dance around and drink gin and tonics at 9am. Wow. I bet that is what I will be like when I am 70. Or 80. Whatevs. I pretended in my head that I was all alone, just walking around doing my errands, and was in no paticular hurry. I let people go in front of me in the post office. I mailed two packages, just took my damn time for once. Like a mini-vacation from life. Just walking around. And then I stopped in a coffee shop for some coffee-flavored coffee. Like a cool person. I wished for a second that I had my laptop with me, I could sit and write in that place, and sigh real loud, like I was doing something important. Wow.
Then it got cold and dark, and I debated whether or not to go get a beer-flavored beer, but I did not. I figured that would not go over well, when I returned and had to cook dinner, and help with homework, and supervise baths, etc. But next time, I am out, and running around with new library books, I am gonna go in a bar, and drink a slo-gin and orange juice, and read. Yes I will. Because I fucking deserve it, and I already live in my head so much, that I do need to get out alone sometimes. I forget that.
So yeah, good day. First one in awhile, as I have had a fever and some kinda stomach wierdness.But I think that is over (and out). And I see some running in my future tommorrow. And some stretching, Hell, I might wake up and do some yoga! Wheeeee! So if you were expecting a package from me, I have sent it off. And if you were expecting nothing from me, then you will get it, and like it.
And finally: This Jamie Lynn Spears pregnancy dealio: It’s like we all live in this small 300 person town, and we call that “The World”. Did you hear that youngest Spears girl is pregnant? She’s only 16. Hey, Little Spears Sister, if you need to leave that baby in a basket on my doorstep, well, that is only my dream. But it could happen.
Ok, now I am going to go and cook some bacon-cheeseburgers and french fries and take some pictures of some voodoo dolls and a bearded baby doll that I just finished. And watch Project Runway, and there might be some kind of Pabst Blue Ribbon involved with that.
Namaste, Satanic Dentists!
Add comment December 19th, 2007
Reality Television Confessions
This one is going to cost me some friends, probably. At 9 o’clock, Tuesday night, on the Bravo Channel is by far the most mind-numbing show. It is more mind-numbing than that Bad Girls show, even more than my favorite mind-numbingnest mind numbing show ever, The Girls Next Door. Nope, this show is full of women so stupid, they do not even realize that they ARE stupid.
THE HOUSEWIVES OF ORANGE COUNTY.
Women like this are the reason that Bush is in office. These are the people that are attending the hoity-toity political events, the ones who are in these high tax brackets, and they are still allowed to breed. And divorce. And then breed some more. All while getting Botox, and silicone boobs, and wearing skanky shirts that cost a thousand dollars, I guess they never walked into that RAVE store down at the mall. This world of people, has such little appeal to me, that I am actually uncomfortable at times, just watching them.
The “fourth wall”, if such a thing exists with television, is broken, and I am anxious and sweaty thinking that I may actually ever have to CONVERSE with one of these women, watching them try and frown and show emotion, and squirt a tear out of their perfectly formed tear duct, while their giant collagen lips, pucker and quiver and I am tempted to take a safety pin out of my clothes and jab it in there, just to relieve the lip-pressure, that may be the actual reason that they are crying in the first place.
It is a train wreck, it is so stupid, it is my drug of choice lately. It leaves me with important life questions, like “Can you be a housewife, if you are not even married?” and “Can you be a housewife if you work?” And how are all these people going to look when they do finally get old, after injecting all that stuff into their faces? I’ll take some stretched out tattoos over paralyzed facial expressions, anyday.
Add comment December 12th, 2007
Obsessions…of December.
Current Obsessions:
Barack Obama listening to King Diamond and Twisted Sister on the campaign trail.
Justin Timberlake singing in my mouth. And also, wearing one of his white blazers around with some leggings.
King Diamond as the cooler one, in relation to the Rock Diamond Family, than Neil Diamond.
Stripes.
The Doors song 5 to 1, there is a bit in there, that sounds JUST like Bill Clinton.
Wondering why I am not reading, certainly it is cold enough to be reading.
Box wine and Wild Turkey. This is a short-lived obsession brought on by Evel Knievel’s death, and the brilliant noise the cork from Wild Turkey makes when it “pops” out. I do like that noise. The box wine, comes equipped with a free pillow to pass out on, if’n you drink too much. That’s right, I said if’n.
Running in the cold. I am back to running the same amount I did, before that Seattle adventure I had months ago. I have figured out the clothing to wear in the cold, and spend most of the time wondering just WHEN it is, that I will slip on some ice, and crack my head. It happens every winter, but while running at full speed. Wow, that is gonna hurt.
Meditative states that come and go more frequently, whether it is the time change, and all this darkness or the feeling of limbo, waiting for holidays, or maybe I am just losing my mind. All things happen.
Cookies and apples. Though not together.
The new International Male catalog, I am working on naming these various models and writing their thoughts. There are some handsome men in there, and some that look a little strange.
Sounds, have been thinking lots about sounds.
Comprehensive Anticipatory Design Scientists, thank you, Buckminster Fuller.
Lorca and Turing. Still.
Add comment December 6th, 2007
All Diamonds.
I just had a great day yesterday. If you have a three year old, you should just go hang out with another three year old, and then you will realize, that it is not just your kid, all three year olds act insane. Duh.
Hung out with my fave cousin, ate some spaghetti, funfunfun. And I came back with some borrowed rock cd’s, from my dad. I have this Rolling Stones craving deep inside, and it cannot be denied. For some reason, I also borrowed this Neil Diamond cd and I popped it in on the ride home.
People of the internets, I had this total NEIL DIAMOND moment. I swear, I never really liked that man at all, I have always thought he was a total dork, who thought he was much cooler than he was, but something happened in my brain. Something made me think, maybe he has pushed his geekiness SO FAR that he has circled back around to cool. Yay Neil Diamond, I am sure that somewhere along the musical family tree you are somehow related to King Diamond, like maybe his big old nerd uncle, who makes bland mashed potatoes for all the family events, while King brings the bloody carcass of an eagle he caught with his bare hands and roasted over his satanic fire pit. I would bring deviled eggs to that shindig. Yes I would. Love both those diamonds.
I have some new sparkly things to sew, and some hoodies, oh, and a DRESS to wear on my party on SATURDAY night. Woo.Woo.
Add comment December 6th, 2007
Fullfunbecky
fullfunbecky
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I just got this message, via my hotmail account. I am pretty excited to hook up with Fullfunbecky. Maybe she will be my new best friend and we can go Christmas shopping together, and try on outlandish ball gowns and eat chocolate chip cookies. And then we will pick up a 6-pack and a pizza and come home and she will play with my kids and we will watch Crocodile Hunter reruns together, and when I cry every time I see that dear man, Steve Irwin, Fullfunbecky will understand the loss I feel for a man I never actually met, or watched before he died. I will tell Fullfunbecky about my pyschic connections with OJ Simpson and with Frank Sinatra and she will understand, because I bet you that Fullfunbecky has her own pyschic connections to the stars. I will plead with Fullfunbecky to stop pimping herself out on the internet, and I will teach her to sew. We will develop a line of clothing with many technological advances and Fullfunbecky will market the line for me, and we will go to Fashion Week in the Spring and kick some ass. Oh, Fullfunbecky, the good times we shall have, I will be your Maid of Honor at your wedding, and I will help you when you come home from the hospital with your newborn twins. They will call me Auntie, and I will sew dolls for them. And we shall all frolick together in the snow, and Fullfunbecky will realize that her life is much better now that she has met me, and she has value and self worth.
Add comment December 1st, 2007