This is the Thread Where I Say Pt. 11: A New Hope

"Anakin Starkiller."

"Oh that doesn't give away anything."

WTF?

Also, there's a reason why several SW characters have Japanese names...

xpost once again Tep proves his value to our community.

(PS: I've never had a blowjob.)

And yeah, okay, I could've/should've said "a guy never having had a blowjob," or picked something more gender-neutral -- but "receiving oral sex" always sounds funny, like you got it in the mail with a bunch of coupons.

At the Disney-MGM Studios theme park in Orlando, FL they had (at least when I was there) the holographic chess table prop from the original Star Wars. Seeing that, plus the space suits from Alien and one of the cars from Blade Runner, was like a religious experience for a dork like me.

Ah well. The other night I went to a show and someone covered one of my songs. That's always cool.

Pink, I'd never heard of J size! I'm impressed! :)

I saw Star Wars for the first time at a drive-in! I was really little.

I didnt see the Star Wars movies for about ten years after that, when i rediscovered them in the early 90s. When i got back into them, i remembered jamming together the whole series into my head as one big movie, mostly the opening shot of Jedi, the Hoth scene, the speeder bikes on Endor, and I remembered watching a televised "Empire", the part with Yoda, while eating Lentil soup my mom had made in the kitchen when i was something like 7 or 8. It was a big deal cos we never had the TV on when we ate, but i suppose i was really crazy about the movies back then.

Before the new ones came out I read a rough draft of the original film(or an internet fake, whatever) and really liked it, and of course i was let down by all the new ones.

I think the main reason i liked Star Wars in the first place was the insane juxtaposition of cultures and time periods that were jammed together. It was like a mix of King Arthur and Flash Gordon, with bits of Samurai and Zen mysticism thrown in.

I remember my favorite shot from the whole series is when Luke looks up at the two suns and John William's score gets all dramatic. The way all of those dirty robots and computers lit up in the desert at twighlight, it's had a profound impact on me.

Yeah, I was a fast 5 year old.

Anyway, it's a lovely day! Hurrah! Hot, though, so I'm staying inside where it is nicely cool, mm.

Daylight savings ended this weekend, and when I left work last night it was DARK. Two days previous after work at the same time it was full sunlight and 30deg's. Its like winter fell on me head. *mope*.

I just agreed to stay after work an hour every day starting today. Supposedly, this will only go on for 2 weeks... But we need the money. Boo hoo hoo.

Okay. Went to the doctor about headaches. There is no easy solution to the kind of headaches i have, apparently, because it's a rare combination of symptoms and freqncy.

So for now I take a beta blocker every day, which was originally meant for high blood pressure but now also migraine prevention (they took my blood pressure, too, I have great blood pressure), and then I have Imitrex for the bad days, which I got free samples of cause it's fuckin expensive. There are scans and blood tests if this doesn't work.

The beta blocker has me very very spacy right now, more than Vicodin did:: I keep getting waves of dizziness like triple tequila shots, where my toes tingle and my head empties. That's only supposed to last a few weeks to a day, though.

The test will be when one of the bad headaches rolls over me, and if I can function on the Imitrex or not. I could've an atypical migraine of some kind; in which case the present course of treatment will likely prove the best one. Once I get used to this funkyass pill it'll be fine.

I'm gonna be big monkeybutts of fun in class tomorrow trying to talk about phenotypic plasticity and the history of intelligence testing on this stuff. John travolta in pulp fction Talking to Uma Thurman on the Intercom is how I feel.

That film's depressing with it's litany of drugs and treatments he tries for migraines that didnt work. It would suck going through all that. I hope you can find something that works without knocking you about :)

I'm glad the Star Wars nonsense finished, much as I like the films. I was sad though to see thatSarah Harmer only got the quickest of mentiones. "Silver Road" is one of my favourite songs ever!

Today I am bored already. I somehow need to get my younger boss to give me more stuff to do, but how? I'm sure she gives me what she doesn't want to do herself. I need more stimulation, dammit! I wonder if there's some kind of correspondence course I could do to learn how to become an agent? Maybe I could do that for like 2 hours a day when things are quiet in the office.

Sarah - a J!!!! No lady, an F!

And I shocked myself by actually going for a run in my new trainers this morning. The sun is shining and life is not too bad at all.

p.s. I really, really hate running.

Enjoy Alton Towers!

Woo, i hope to!

omg I am *so* ready to go home, kick back and enjoy a sunset, some pasta, some wine and some lovin'. There are what, 7? students here and there's NOTHING for me to do. It's spring! Got to make hay while the sun shines!

great. good thing i'm outta here by the end of the summer.

No tuxes allowed!

I feel snerarghjjyru.

I used to have to wear a suit everyday, but now we are business casual. We can decorate our cubes though. I decorate mine with jizz.

http://www.3wisheslingerie.com/images/fraulein-l.jpg

Anyway, Chris, it's good to see you - I miss you!

Famed music producer Bob Ezrin will finally be honoured in Canada, at Junos
By Angela Pacienza
TORONTO (CP) — Shortly after producer Bob Ezrin was announced as this year’s inductee to the Music Hall of Fame confusion rippled throughout some music chat rooms on the Internet.
“Double shocker from Canada: Bob Ezrin is Canadian??? Canada has a Music Hall of Fame?? I don’t know which upsets me more,” wrote Huckadelia on the I Love Music bulletin board, part of Freaky Trigger, an online music zine managed in the U.K.
Ezrin, who left Toronto some 20 years ago but still keeps a dual citizenship, isn’t surprised by such comments.
“I took for granted that the Canadians didn’t really think I was Canadian because I’ve never been nominated for a Juno,” the 55-year-old producer and musician said in a recent interview from New York where he was finishing a record for New York buzz-band Instruction.
“When they said the Canadians wanted to honour me that was even bigger than being honoured by my adopted country, the United States. It really means a lot to me to know that even after 20 years there are people who value the work that I did and the contribution that I made to the industry.”
Ezrin, who currently lives in Connecticut, will be inducted at an industry-only ceremony Saturday in Edmonton, and again during Sunday’s Juno Awards. Paul Stanley, Gene Simmons, Domenic Troiano, Geddy Lee, Lou Reed and Peter Gabriel are among those who’ve sent in video messages congratulating the producer.
Having studied piano, guitar and composition as a youth, Ezrin landed his first music job in 1970 at Nimbus 9 Productions, working for producer Jack Richardson.
A year later, he secured his first producer gig, making Alice Cooper’s Love It To Death. I’m Eighteen was their first song together.
“It was such a huge turning point in my life. Everything started there for me,” says Ezrin, who was a 20-year-old long-haired hippie at the time. “I suddenly became a world traveller and a person with some power.”
The album’s success made Ezrin an overnight hot-ticket producer leading to gigs with Kiss, Aerosmith and even Peter Gabriel for the Genesis frontman’s solo debut.
But even in those early years, when he was building his career out of Toronto’s Soundstage studio, he was frequently mistaken for a foreigner.
“I remember arguing with someone over a contract point and I was accused of having a New York attitude. ‘You can’t bring your New York attitude here.’ And I was like, ‘I live here,”’ Ezrin says laughing.
His resume also includes albums for Lou Reed, Roberta Flack, Murray McLauchlan, Lee Aaron and Rod Stewart. More recently he’s worked with Jane’s Addiction and The Darkness.
Those who’ve worked with him say he’s got an open and warm approach to making music but can also be hard-boiled when required.
“Bob has a unique way of getting the very best out of us as creators and players,” Dave Navarro, guitarist for Jane’s Addiction said. Ezrin produced, co-wrote and played on the band’s latest effort, Strays.
For all of his work on top-notch rock albums, he’s probably best known for Pink Floyd’s The Wall — often regarded by music lovers as one of the most influential albums of all time.
Ezrin moved to London in 1978 to work on the record at Roger Waters’ request. He’s credited with helping Waters and David Gilmour craft classic hits including Comfortably Numb. For Another Brick in the Wall it was Ezrin’s idea to include the kids’ choir.
Like many producers, Ezrin dabbled in performing. As a teen he played in a folk duo with his cousin in the Yorkville scene.
“There was a time when I imagined that I would become a folk or rock star,” recalled the father of six, who is vice-president of Mr. Holland’s Opus Foundation in the U.S. which distributes instruments to children. “But it became clear to me pretty early on that my talents lay in making the stuff happen and not necessarily being the stuff.”
Not that he hasn’t been tempted. He’s played guitar and piano on many famous albums and was even invited by Alice Cooper to join the theatrical metal outfit.
“I played three or four shows with the band and I was really, really considering joining,” says Ezrin. But with a wife and newborn he turned it down.
Established in 1978, the Canadian Music Hall of Fame includes Glenn Gould, Joni Mitchell, Anne Murray, Oscar Peterson and the Band.
There is no physical Hall of Fame building as of yet. Plans are underway for one with several cities competing for the honour including Toronto and Hamilton. In the meantime, Hall of Fame inductees are listed at www.juno-awards.ca.

(and yes, that is a great pic!)

You guys all know that I was joking, right? And I actually own and enjoy several Ezrin produced records, like Billion Dollar Babies, that one is awesome, and so's Berlin. So whatever. Maybe I should try to not be so damn goofy all the time.

i have zero patience for them anymore and they are out of control.

and my medicine isn't helping anymore. :(

unfortunately T. isn't really able to hang out during the week so i'm left with infatuated longing. :( but that's alright b/c I have a lot of writing i want to do.

and i'm super behind in grading. . .a mom just came in to see if her daughter's grades had gone up since she turned in some makeup work. my desk is such a mess I couldn't find the work and didn't know what tell her. how embarrassing.

have to go write a couple of quizzes out on the chalkboard. hate overheads and can't print since my laptop is down. boo. .

Special hellos to the decidedly endowed Pinkpanther! (My goodness.)

Huck, that is amazing. The things one misses by not going to ILM!

I'm glad the Star Wars talk is over. I had nothing to contribute there (I've never seen any one of the films in the series, BION).

Things are rather normal-ish around here. I'm just shaking off the last vestiges of a nasty cold that came my way for a few days. Thank God for orange juice and OTC cold meds! Still balancing school and work, though the errands don't seem to be that bad this week thus far (*knocks very heartily on wood*). How are you guys doing?

*huge group hug*

Hey Dee! *mwah* I have some rather large puppies, what can I say?!! ;-) Hope you are well & happy pretty lady. xxx

I am also in pain from some kind of sharp nasty unplaceable pain in my lower right side. I hope its nothing, but it hasnt gone away for 12 hours now... hmm...

WHY AM I SO BROKEN.

Morning everyone. I have a kind of small but noticeable sense of dread about today - it reminds me of the guilt I felt in my old job knowing that I wasn't doing things that needed doing and still having no motivation to do them. I'm not very good at the little things, though I'm a whizz at chunky, responsible tasks.

What I absolutely SHOULDN'T be doing is firing up ILE within 15 minutes of getting to work. So I'm going to switch y'all off, drink my coffee and knuckle down to a mailout.

Holla back!

Anyway I'm going to bed, don't worry, you won't have me to kick around for at least 9 hours, maybe 10!

So yesterday:

Bobby Gillespie was stalking me. We did a double-take at each other on the main road by my flat yesterday afternoon, chatted a bit, he called Gordon Brown a cunt at the end of it, and off I went home to start getting ready for this Vivienne Westwood opening at the V&A. I'm wearing this cool hat purely to hide the wrong kind of two-tone hair; guess who's nearly the first person I bump into once in the V&A? Hiya, Boaby!

Now, I have been to some amazing parties but this one kind of had a game, set and match feeling to it. You're sort of asking yourself if that's Jeremy Paxman over there no yes no really and every fashionista with entitlement issues is having them met for once. And no, I can't find my friends, one of whom was written about in a paper I don't read because she's meant to be the breakup girl for a loveless fashion/art marriage (I think she's a pervy ex-convent girl who never indulged her cherub/eunuch fetish, the twist in the tale comes when you hear her dad wondered if her cred as a dyke was in tatters). Anyway, she's far too cool for him whatever the outcome.

I heard someone say "Yah, I had one of those at Claridge's last week" and had to confront the person in question. As I turned and said "That's the most jaded thing I've heard all night," I realised this prize wanker was Tom Parker Bowles. Ker-ching! Diiiiiiiiiiiickhead.

There are probably two thousand people there and somehow I'm one of them. It's rammed and Viv is cutting the ribbon when I arrive. Hence my lack of ability to find my friend and her editor. However, I met a friend of Anna's and his girlfriend, wound up talking for about an hour to the original Jordan (the punk one who was in Jubilee). Dee, Marco Pirroni was there. A punk/Taboo person asked me to help him find a publisher for his book. I think I know a good one. We all go over to the afterparty in a posse with this artworld-loving press officer I've known for years; luckily for me I'm having a good night on the verbal sparring front which comes as blessed relief. Six of us are on point of leaving the afterparty blagging queue for Soho House or something but suddenly we're in (with a slight delay to rescue Anna's friend, who has to deal with a bit of doorbitchery about his mag being closed, or that's what it sounded like to me at least). Women want to know where I got my hat but do not want to know it came from the 'charity shop' pile at work. Very few hats work on me but if I get told I look like Sigourney Weaver, I suppose it means this one does.

Tracey Emin is there with an extremely sour face on (she's kind of on my shitelist re. story in the day's papers which casts her in an ornery and stingy light) and so is Ch@n M@rshall (I interviewed her a year ago and was surprised to see her coming up to say hi). Anna's friend has a giant bag of weed and edified by the sight of Viv's son smoking same (plus a few of his skins), we settle in and let the party come to us (free bar; I should be a lot more hung over than I am, bless vodka). Tactics and a recently slain magazine are discussed. Plans are made. I complain about the albatross of having a very good memory as it can seem to the paranoid cokeheads one meets in daily life that you are running surveillance on them as a result. Anna's friend and his girlfriend turn out to be interesting, funny people, and we head out into the night together as our PR pal texts us to say he's actually in Soho eating dinner. But it's hometime and after they drop me off, I'm so happy I manage to walk all the way home from Centre Point in FOUR INCH HEELED BITCH BOOTS all because I couldn't be arsed to wait for night buses.

Other friend is taking me for a debrief on Thursday, after lunch with someone who's been annoying me for ages (hence debrief). A nice ICA person invited me to an art prize dinner at the end of the month, another gave me the skinny on a good job. I'm starting to feel a bit better about things (a little fabulousness helps).

(Mark, I need to have a word about something not related to post above, but sort of ;> however inbox is broken so please get in radio contact through Anna)

Me: Oh look it's Suzy
Other person: Who?
Me: I know her.
OP: Do you?
Me: Actually no, but I've met her.
OP: Have you?
Me: Actually no, but I've seen her photo.
OP: ....
Me: Yeah it isn't her anyway. :-(

Did it work? If not, you should all come to Regina tonight. The greatest Can-Rock band of the last 10 years is playing (though they turned down an invite to come visit my radio show, but it was short notice and it's an early show, so that's o.k.). T®icky W00! It's gonna be groovy! I might get drunk!

I would come to Regina if I could! I don't know where it is except somewhere in Canada (you telling me where it is will probably not do any good, my geography is terrible), but there's apparently a great Mongolian place in Canada, so I'm all in.

I got observed in first period today. That should be outlawed! First period is like dress rehearsal. You're just doing the lesson for the first time so it's rough, you know. Still, she said it was good.

now I'm cleaning my desk. After the embarrassing Mom/lost make-up work incident yesterday I figure it's time.

We're listening to Holly Golightly and the kids are bopping along.

lunch is an hour and a half away. :(

maybe i'll put a note on the door telling my 4th period to go to A lunch today instead of B. hmm.

teacher manipulating schedule to suit her own needs, c or d?

(I don't want to direct-link.)

There's only the one there so far, though, since it runs monthly. Next ones are about Superman and clones-and-robots, then the Vulcan one.

(Are you stupefied by the bughusband or the Vulkin, Aimee?)

(Also, if you are of a sensitive nature, what the hell are you doing here?)

I WOULD LIKE TO EXTEND A HEARTY FUCK YOU TO D@PHN3, CLERK TO JUDG3 C0LL1NS AT THE U5 DISTRICT C0URT, CENTR@L DI5STR1CT OF C@L1F0RN1@, WE5T3RN D1V1S10N @T L0S @NG3L3S. YOU ARE A STUPID, BITTER, WORTHLESS CUNT, AND SHOULD I EVER HAPPEN TO MEET YOU IN A DARK ALLEY, OR EVEN A WELL LIT ALLEY, I SHALL PULL EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY OUT THROUGH YOUR GODDAMN NOSE, PULVERISE YOUR INTERNAL ORGANS, GRIND YOUR BONES INTO DUST AND GIVE THEM TO THE NEAREST COKE ADDICT TO SNORT, BUT NOT BEFORE I GIVE YOU THE MOST SEVERE BEATING YOU HAVE EVER HAD IN YOUR COMPLETELY USELESS LIFE, YOU MORONIC LITTLE CUNTING FUCKTARD. A POX UPON YOU, WHOMEVER MIGHT BE UNFORTUNATE TO COME INTO CLOSE, PERSONAL CONTACT WITH YOU, AND WHATEVER HELLION YOU MAY MIRACULOUSLY ONE DAY SPAWN, YOU USELESS, FESTERING BOIL ON THE ASSHOLE OF A DISEASE RIDDLED ALCOHOLIC CRACKWHORE. I LOATHE YOU, AND I HOPE YOU FALL INTO A MANHOLE AND ARE TRAPPED THERE FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY WHILST SEWER RATS EAT YOUR FACE OFF, ONE TINY, HORRIBLE NIBBLE AT A TIME. FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCK.

(Fin.)

first with the boy. . .haven't seen him since sunday and everytime we talk on the phone he seems distant. just now, no hint of warmth or sweet words. I don't know if it's just b/c he's busy and preoccupied or b/c he's trying to put some distance between us. in person he's affectionate and tells me he loves me, why isn't he that way on the phone?

i'm going to talk to him after school and try to pin him down. (probably not the best tactic.)

also the principal pulling all my LEP kids is starting to get to me. it's embarrassing, the kids hate it and it makes me feel like an idiot.

i want to cry but can't.

Some people aren't good at the phone, after all.

xpost

he's trying to find a job, going on a million interviews, and is taking care of sick parents.

i'm really not selfish, just tend to over-analyze and obsess.

It smells like dog food in my office.

That's what it sounded like, don't worry (not in a bad way; it also sounds like you're obsessing becuase you like him, not just because you want him to like you). It's probably all good. I mean, he has a Nola tattoo, he must rock.

-- wait, you see nuts, though?

Either way, hope it goes away of its own and turns out to have just been gnomes.

If it's something else, then I don't know. Still seems like you should see a doctor, if at all possible.

Seriously but... yes I will get it seen to if it doesnt go away. Right now it doesnt really hurt much, so heres hoping... OK i quit whining now.

I might've skimmed.

Nick - woo for you!

I know that for some pretty good reasons people on this thread may not give a sweet crap about what I have to say these days, but I have some news. It was kinda odd that right after I found out my brane was normal I got a call from my mom saying they decided that my dad needs more surgery, specifically a shunt in his head and "other stuff" (the nurse actually said that). Hopefully this'll take care of some of his lingering troubles namely his vision and balance difficulties.

trayce if that pain is really far down towards the groin it might be ovary pain. i get those, it makes me want to rip one out.

tep--i must cook for a dinner party with a middle eastern theme this saturday. any inspirations for me? i'm thinking kebab but want to make it really falling off the bone tender.

All morning I've been making myself smile by looking at this pic of my mum's new hearing dog, maybe she'll work on you too:
http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/playforth/images/Eve.jpg

I had the most wonderful day off yesterday; it was warm and sunny in Brighton, I cleaned the house then went and read poetry on the beach for a while, then had a massive PIE cooked for me by Matt, went for a walk and watched the sunset and then [censored to spare my blushes]. I don't even mind being back at work.

Brown ground lamb and/or ground beef and drain of all fat,
add to the meat a little olive oil you've mixed with zatar (a seasoning blend of sesame seeds, thyme, sumac, and salt), and a little tomato paste,
spread on pita breads, rounds of naan, or other flatbread,
and bake just long enough to seal the deal.

Garnish with finely chopped parsley and oregano, maybe lemon wedges.

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Trayce, please take care of yourself. If it's ovaries -- ooh, I feel your pain, quite literally.

Bryan, I hope things go well with your father and with you.

Archel, I suspect you could just chalk it up to erring, though you might want to contact the magazine to ask for a correction.

Pinkpanther, true, can't help what you get. And thanks for being a huge sweetie. *hugs*

luna, I'm glad you got out all that frustration and anger.

Sam, Martin made a lot of sense. Plus, taking care of sick parents takes a hell of a lot out of you. Just FYI.

Suzy, I think it's really cool you got to meet Marco Pirroni! *looks around for Allyzay*

Tep, you are so very welcome.

Orbit, I'm sorry I missed out on your IM. I went to bed and forgot to set my "away" message! Ack! Hopefully we can IM tonight, though.

Ok, I'm going to be leaving right now. I'm grateful the last song I heard before I left was a Spandau Ballet one -- "Only When You Leave". I wish my vehicle had a tape player so I could play True on my way to work. Hmm. Anyway, catch you guys latah!

Nice one Nick. I hope it's not too tedious. Is it in the field you'd liek to progress in.

I was all ready to respond to Aimee's post with "...that's my sister" but y'all had to go and make 50 x-posts. So you have missed out on muh DAZZLING WIT.

iPods are fucking dumb, unreliable, and badly designed. I can't believe what a triumph it is for style over substance.

I'd have laughed, too. And then, considering the mood I was in, would have smacked you for having allowed such a fucking stupid woman to have made it to puberty, much less beyond where she could spin into my orbit.

I should find her parents and beat them.

Bryan, I hope everything goes well with your dad. xx

ha ha.

Give me my raise, dumbass.

I guess I could have posted that to the ILX dreams thread but whatevs.

That's so me!

http://www.wascanalake.com/cam2.cfm

First: Congrats, Nick! May not be exactly what you want, but tis easier to slack off with cash.

That's so me!

Huck, the suave ladykiller.....work your charm on that promotion!

CP, long time a-comin, but your CDs are great! How you been?

Only works if you put a spell on the boss, first, Sarah.

Hohum. I just received my copy of a magazine that I have two poems and a review in, so yay.

Congrats, Archel! As these are your first published poems for them, let it slide for now. Then break in into the office at midnight, and install bloody Spellcheck.

It was kinda odd that right after I found out my brane was normal I got a call from my mom saying they decided that my dad needs more surgery, specifically a shunt in his head and "other stuff" (the nurse actually said that).

Tough terminology they teach you at nursing school.

Hopefully this'll take care of some of his lingering troubles namely his vision and balance difficulties.

Won't be easy, but at least, he'll have you all there so you can all support each other. (We gladly do/will, but proximity is better.) [Silly boy, course, we give a crap!]

You'd be putting civil gov't protesters out of a job, sunshine.

When I run for President in 2008, I shall have many slogans and platforms, one of which will be, 'hey, no shoving'.

he's bringing it up tomorrow.

In fact, I think that should be our slogan, 'We Can Make A Difference 'N Shit.'

the only response is to run for public office and then go for some retribution...

There are jobs to find? Jobs seem to have gone way of the damn dino: plenty of them, with less value the more you find.

In fact, I think that should be our slogan, 'We Can Make A Difference 'N Shit.'

Put a hip hop beat to it, Luna, and you'd be down with the 'hood, fo' sho'

King, you assume that you wouldn't have to fight the fat cats each step of the way?

Dee-I'll be away from the computer till Sunday, will catch up then.

I am still sore. I didnt think of ovaries. It could be that, but it isnt an ache like when one ovulates, its a sharp stabby pain. I guess a docotrs trip is in order. Weekend maybe.

So, is ILX making anyone else as hornymonal as it is me lately? :D

Hornymonal hornymonal.

I want to walk through a 7 1/2th floor portal that takes me to a magical land where that's all people say.

Today started off just like every other day. I woke up, took my shower, washed up, got dressed, wasted some time online, and drove off to work. Work went by unremarkably; things were crazy for a couple of hours there, but all in all it was like any other day.

Then I went to lunch. The setting was pretty much unspectacular; how glamourous can a Jack in the Box be, anyway? I had a Jumbo Jack and a small strawberry shake and pored over a copy of the local newspaper I had procured on my way over to work. Then I looked up and I saw... him. He was a gorgeous boy, with smooth, fair skin, sandy blond hair, and fascinatingly hazel eyes. He was neither gangly nor over-muscular and he looked, interestingly enough, like a cross between Nick Rhodes and John Taylor. He also looked totally approachable.

So I approached him. I found him studying a map intently and so I asked him what he was looking for. He looked up at me and told me in a lazy drawl that he was looking for a local university on the West side; I told him I knew how to get there and gave him directions. I then asked him why he wanted to get there and he said he was looking to get interviewed by the law school on that campus. He was originally from Oklahoma and had graduated from a university in that state last May, but had taken some time off to determine if he indeed wanted to be a lawyer. We got to talking... and talking... and talking... and talking some more.

After fifteen minutes of conversation, he told me he found me fascinating and that if I was interested, I could meet him later at a bookstore in the vicinity of the university so we could peruse the aisles together. I thought about it for a minute and then agreed to meet him there after my classes. Well, I couldn't wait for school to end, obv, because I wanted to hang out with Jason -- that was his name -- some more. Thankfully, classes went by extraordinarily quickly, so I was able to get to the bookstore before I exploded.

The time we spent at the bookstore was extraordinary. We spent a lot of time commenting on various books and talking about ourselves, our lives, and our families. He was really sweet and really interested in me and I felt completely comfortable in his presence. I also couldn't believe he would be interested in me. We had such a great time that time just seemed to stand still.

Well, to make a long story short, I'm currently taking a break while I pack my bags. Jason left a couple of hours ago for his hometown of Tulsa, and in a couple of hours I'm boarding a bus to Tulsa, where he should be meeting me at the bus station. I've just decided that he's the one and I need to take advantage of this situation as quickly as possible. I'm going to be spending the next three days with him and his parents and he'll be spending next Friday - Sunday with my mother and me. Marriage has not yet been discussed, but I'm sticking that "yet" in there because I can just feel it coming.

April Fool's.

*winks*

(Oh come on. You knew it was a setup all along, didn't you?)

(And if you've read this before and knew this was going to be my April Fool's prank, thank you tremendously for reading my journal thingy. *smiles*)

Some funny names of places I pass on my way to work:
A construction company called "S0NG CONSTRUCTION"
A financial firm called "MUS1CK L0SS MANAGMENT"

There are days when I think the wrong people read and that educational television is anything but, for adults.

There are also days when practically everything on television reminds me of the novel I'm not marketing, instead of the one accumulating rejections, because of it being too short, and I grind my teeth as a story that would've been nicely predictive at one point slowly becomes irrelevantly derivative, without my changing a word. (The novel is about fascination with fame and celebrity, cover songs exceeding original songs in popularity, and lots and lots of things like MTV's I Want A Famous Face and the celebrity reality shows.)

But I'm watching Head, and it's the weekend, and I'll probably see Hellboy this weekend, so that'll do.

:( what the hell am i going to do now? i don't want to buy and store crickets. or pick them up! i live in a one-bedroom apt. . .

a trip to petco after school is in order.

And yes, Kingfish, me too.

:(

yes I should have thought twice. no pet is easy and cheap to care for if you intend to do it properly.

right now I have him in a plastic bin with some shredded newspaper on the bottom. i know that's not the preferred substrate but it won't hurt him temporarily, will it?

"The still-warm heart of the last person who bothered me while I was eating."

I am still in a good mood thanks to it being Friday and the show tonight, but...

My boss called me in his office and made this HUGE deal about what a great worker I am and how he even had a meeting with the President of the company to discuss my progress during my first 3 months and... drum roll... they have decided to give me a raise of 25 cents an hour. This took him about 10 minutes to tell me, all said with a huge grin on his face.

xpost. I think.

(The column I'm working on today is about vampire hunters, and you just started a thread about same.)

plus, i figure you'd be the guy who'd know where the hell the idea of using sacred wafers came from.

Another coincidence -- unrelated either to the thread or to the column, I ordered a 1920s-era book about vampires today, written by a Catholic priest who believed in an underlying truth to the lore (and a werewolf book by the same guy). I'd bet a donut there's mention of the magic wafers there.

At work for the last couple of months I've been working on the biggest project that has ever been handed to me. Today was the big checkpoint where my work would be reviewed by my boss and his boss. We spent an hour and a half going over my work and plans, and I was told it was tremendous work, and my boss's boss would regard it as a model for such things in the future!

And I've been trying to extend the scope of this project - I proposed one substantial expansion early on, and got it approved, then today I had an important meeting, and got the approval for the further expansion I wanted! The government-approved expert in the area was really enthusiastic about my work, and said that he thought what I was designing was something we would be able to sell to loads of other universities.

That's my idea of a good day. And now it's the weekend!

The one not good thing is that the person I most wanted to gush at about this tonight wasn't available, but I know we'll talk soon, so that isn't a problem either.

Yeah, it's usually one of two things, either:

a) the vampire is "Judeo-Christian" by nature (various movies/etc. where vampires originate with a curse from God/Jesus/satanic invocations gone awry), so they have a specific vulnerability to artifacts either related to Christ or, more generally, God the Father;

b) they're repelled by the strength of faith, so you could hold up a medicine pouch, yin yang symbol, or Chicken Soup for the Vampire Hunter and it would work just so long as you "kept the faith."

http://www.icedoutgear.com/images/Men

martin, good thoughts to you from me.

Back to bed.

xxx

Get well soon, Luna! Even if I find the concept of 'bad sausages' a hard one to get my head round...

Sorry about the tummy trouble, luna.

I'm sleeeeeeeeeeeeepy.

Today is Nick's first day of work. You guys are stuck with me for the next 8 hours. Mwah ha ha!

I had a pretty craptastic weekend with alot of shit happening. I've been trying to blog all weekend but couldn't. hopefully i can in my off-period and get it all out of my system.

this is a four day week. joy.

Hope you're ok sam.

however, Lloyd Kaufman is coming to ann arbor on friday, which should help to pick up my mood. a prefect way to spend the Easter holiday.

I don't know why the chemistry of this particular group of kids worked out the way it did but we have a great time. We all talk and are laid back. LIsten to all kinds of rap cds. They tell me what they think about other teachers and ask for advice.

"we feel relaxed when we come in your room, miss" this is good.

a few minutes ago we were talking about rap lyrics and several girls (huge rap fans) complained about the words. one said the continued talking of female body parts bothered her. another said sometimes the cursing was just not neccesary (example she gave, JKwon's "everybody in da club gettin' tipsy" being changed to "everybody in da bitch gettin' tipsy"). I told them that maybe we should write some letters to producers/artists.

another girl complained about some video that had "just too much booty". she claimed one girl's shorts were so tiny 'you could see her christmas and her new year's" HAHAHAH

(ignore the fact that we were posh white kids - why did we never get to listen to Billy Joel or whatever in class?)

I am the only teacher up here who actively listens to rap. This has been confirmed.

[Chorus]
Do the ditty if you want to
Because then I can see if I want you
Just do the ditty-ditty if you want to
Because then I can see if I want you

Sammy, every rap vid is created as a new gynological tool. I already know what femme parts I've got; no need to see it up close and personal on MTV on my 27" screen.

(How are ya anyway, missus?)

ROMANCE DOES NOT PAY

Kingfish, cheer up, mate;> Sadder than this guy's musical misogynistic attitude towards (apparently) everything is that anyone wasted the bandwidth to post this onto their site.

Tis clear he/she was born with a bass clef up their arse.

(And yes, I am in a great mood, merci.)

All you can do is your best, Sammy. Sounds like you're doing better today (unless my vibe-meter is way off)?

I just got a rent reminder from the apartment manager. Um, oops. Luckily, she's a friend and so maybe I won't have to pay late fees...

Haven't been posting much but I've still been reading this thread, anyway. Hope everyone's doing okay.

How the hell is it that Easter is next week already? I know, I should have been reminded well in advance because of that commercial with the singing bunnies, but still.

IT'S ALIVE!

http://www.kingfishphoto.com

(...finally)

actually, that's just there until I get Gallery running, and start uploading about 3+ years worth of rock photos.

and, really, when you come down to it, aren't we ALL just dancing bananas? we do our brief shimmy on this stage of life before our time is up, when it will be peanut butter jelly time no more.

we do a jig, and then we have no more jig to do. after we have gone, those coming after will ask of themselves, "where he at? where he at," only to sadly respond, "There he go! there he go!"

Hi, guys. I feel like talking to you alot today (and, um, listening too!)

Peppermint tea feels good on my throat. mmm...

Our weather forecast for this week looked like the stock market crash, but today it will be in the 60s, so I'm going all out with my springtime wear.

WaHOOOOOO!!!!!!

I've got tomorrow off, so there is a god after all!

Daylight come and she wanna go home

xpost - Pink, you are becoming so spiritual - and right around Easter!

In no particular order (other than first to mind, which is probably indicative):
Louis CK
Dave Chappelle (I like his show, but his stand-up that I've seen is miles funnier)
Norm Macdonald
Steven Wright
Mitch Hedberg
Wanda Sykes
Rick Mercer (not sure if he counts)
Ellen DeGeneres
Chris Rock
(hopefully Bob Newhart will be soon, I'm seeing him next week--not to imply I've seen the others live or anything) (I asked him who his influences were--in the context that he had influenced so many, not just as lamo expected question--and he said "Basically, every good comedian I've ever seen." Which is a good way to go.)
Also, def. Pryor and Lenny Bruce, and maybe through Belzer in there too.

Also, I'm way into some older dudes, who aren't really stand-ups but, uh, I whatever when I think about what makes me laugh:
Marx Brothers
Buster Keaton
S.J. Perelman
James Thurber
Mordecai Richler

I don't know about comparing animal abuse to child abuse, but I do feel more for animals being hurt than adults beating each other up. I guess because animals seem to have this innocense about them.

x-post

Not comparing the two sarah, just saying how I actively campaign for one & not the other. (giving to animal charities rather than children charities)

perhaps the fact that humans can turn into monsters later might make someone more sympathetic to animals. you'll never feel torn about sending a dog to the gurney for multiple homicide b/c he was abused as a puppy.

Boss, leaving: You're in tomorrow aren't you?
Me: No.
Boss: Oh! You're going to classes still?
Me: No...
Boss: Just having a day off then, ok.
Me: Well if I come in it gets kind of complicated with my CONTRACT. [subtext: Wednesday IS MY DAY OFF whether I have class or not.]
Boss: Oh well, I suppose it's quite quiet here.
Me [internally]: That is IRRELEVANT. I DO NOT work on Wednesdays. When are people going to stop being surprised by this? Would you expect me here on a SUNDAY?

And it's poo because this is my direct boss who I really like and don't want to be stressed at.

Oh well. 50 mins left...

How're y'all?

i love sushi. want some now. but not the bad kind.

THE LAST OF THE HIGH KINGS - May 2 @ 9pm ET
Convinced that he has failed his final exams, Frankie spends his summer organizing a beach party and fantasizing about girls. Stars
Catherine O'Hara, Jared Leto, Christina Ricci, Gabriel Byrne and Colm Meaney. (1996)

PARAMEDICS - May 4 @ 9pm ET
Two paramedics are transferred to a seedy part of the city where a gang is killing people to sell their organs. Stars George Newbern and
Christopher McDonald. (1988)

FUTURE HUNTERS - May 6 @ 9pm ET
In the year 2025, a lone adventurer searches for an artifact that sends him back in time to 1989. Stars Robert Patrick and Linda Carol.
(1986)

DEATHMASTER - May 8 @ 9pm ET
A charismatic long-haired vampire finds himself becoming a guru for a gang of Southern California flower children. Stars Robert Quarry
and John Lasell. (1972)

CHATTANOOGA CHOO CHOO - May 9 @ 9pm ET
The owner of a professional football team must restore the famous train and run it from Tennessee to New York City in 24 hours if he is to
inherit $1 million in this comedy. Stars Joe Namath, Barbara Eden and Melissa Sue Anderson. (1984)

DANGEROUS CURVES - May 11 @ 9pm ET
Two high school seniors are hired by a wealthy industrialist to deliver a Porsche to his daughter in Lake Tahoe. On route, the car gets
stolen for use as a prize in a beauty pageant and the boys must find a way to get it back. Stars Tate Donovan, Grant Heslov and Robert
Stack. (1988)

DISCO GODFATHER - May 13 @ 9pm ET
Tucker Williams is an ex-cop turned nightclub DJ who is motivated to start violence after he finds out his nephew is mixed up in drugs.
Stars Rudy Ray Moore and Carol Speed. (1979)

NIGHT OF THE COBRA WOMEN - May 19 @ 9pm ET
A beautiful cult leader can turn herself into a cobra at will. Stars Joy Bang, Marlene Clark and Vic Diaz. (1972)

NASHVILLE GIRL - May 23 @ 9pm ET
A young girl finds the rough road to musical stardom. Stars Monica Gayle, Glenn Corbett and Roger Davis. (1976)

THE INFERNO - May 25 @ 9pm ET
Unjustly convicted of murdering her husband, Nell Swanson must join a tough forest firefighting unit to secure her parole. Stars Tracey
Gold, Nathaniel Arcand and Ellen Dubin. (2002)

SWAMP WOMEN - May 27 @ 9pm ET
A plucky police woman infiltrates a group of hardened female criminals who are planning to break jail and retrieve their loot of diamonds
from its swampy hiding place. Directed by Roger Corman and stars Marie Windsor, Beverly Garland and Carole Mathews. (1955)

FORBIDDEN WORLD - May 30 @ 9pm ET
On another planet, an experimental life form intended for the prevention of a galactic food crisis turns deadly, and the best troubleshooter
in the galaxy is called in to investigate. Stars Jesse Vint and June Chadwick. (1982)

MOTHERS DAY AT THE DRIVE-IN:

BIG BAD MAMA - May 9 @ 11pm ET
A widow and her two daughters, living in Texas during the depression, turn to a life of crime. Stars Angie Dickinson, William Shatner
and Tom Skerritt. Produced by Roger Corman. (1974)

BIG BAD MAMA II - May 9 @ 12:45am ET
Cult heroine Wilma McCaltchie is back to steal a better life for her two teenaged daughters. Stars Angie Dickinson, Robert Culp and
Danielle Brisebois. Produced by Roger Corman. (1987)

Welcome back to the saddle luna, gotta watch that sushi!

And, finally, the last student of the day is LEAVING, so I can lock up and get my ass out of here for a whole week. Won't be online much, so take care kids xxx

(that;s expanded basic and hbo)

Who's your provider, Chris?

and what's the name of that orange gingery salad dressing that japanese restaurants use?

In any case you have a last line of defence if they do anything to inconvenience you: just refuse to sign the jobsheet. They're subcontractors and won't get paid for their visit if you don't.

The most recent cable cheat I employed was last year when I paid a subcontractor $50 to illegally hook me up sans account. It worked for about 8 months, not bad.

Ok, time for me to depart. (Yes, I'm actually going in late today, but I made up for it yesterday so my bosses aren't going to be angry at me. If I know them as well as I do, that is. My immediate one probably won't have an issue -- not unless she's extraordinarily cranky today. But anyway....)

(And that's not excellent, Mark, sorry.)

mark, cheer up you.

Did you get fined or imprisoned or anything when you got found out?

no, the cool thing with that pirating scheme is that since a sub-contractor did it he was able to put offical tags and stuff on the conneciton to the box or whatever. so at a glance there was nothing amiss. eventually, b/c my complex was theiving left and right, they came out and checked each connection for an active account and then disabled the ones that shouldn't have been. conceivably mine could have been an old account/tenant which was never disconnected. no direct connection to wrongdoing on my part.

heh.

because you bastards are still not talking about star wars!
that is what the thread is about! suck my cock, assholes!

...but then i think, what the hell! i can always blame it on a
bad upbringing! fuck you all!

And today I'm glad it's a day where things run down and new things start up, instead of a relay day, because early morning ILE was full of stupid.

this past passing period resembled jackson square in NO on New Year's Eve.

I was trying to quickly make it to the faculty bathroom when the whole hallway became logjammed due to a fight. I shoved my way through the kids to help the teacher break it up. then we're trying to disperse the mob and another fight breaks out about 5 ft up the hallway. break up that one and another breaks up right next to us. INSANITY.

It was just me and two other teachers in the midst of all this and it truly felt like a prison riot. Luckily I carry a whistle so I'm blowing it like nuts. That managed to start getting the kids to move on and brought some security guards running up to our floor to help take out the violent ones.

These kids never want to stop fighting. you grab ahold of them and they're trying to get around you and keep at it, never mind if you're in the way.

and this current period is my absolute worst. they are such smart asses they live to gang up on me and break me down. the whole period is like a battle. it's also the period where I had the melee break out a few weeks ago when I got hit.

Right now they are semi quiet as i've taken draconain measures. strict boy/girl/black/mexican seating chart and threats for immediate referrals if they don't get into line. for them semi-quiet is still notches way above other classes.

alcohol now. please.

(Bukkake: warm Bailey's served in a squirt gun.)

I'm actually craving lambic, though, after my spree of kriek lambics. I almost went to the liquor store today to get some but, you know ... it's way over there.

But I have both Patron and Sauza in the cabinet.

Also, I want to paint my apartment! Ok, that came out of nowhere. But see, it sucks having to paint them back white, doesn't it? And it costs money and it's hard work. But damn it, I hate white walls. Thoughts?

I really should be in bed at this time. But I'm not. And why? Because I'm an idiot, that's why. And tomorrow looms as a lengthy and possibly draining day. And I can't seem to get to bed. And I don't have a clue as to how I'm going to fit in everything I want to do. Ok, I'm going to bed. Soon. Maybe. Don't know. Depends. Ack.

thank goodness it's a friday for me. :)

It's Saturday for me, I guess, but that just means more work later, since a meeting was postponed today. Transcription work is very, very difficult for me lately, cause of the whatnot and all.

I was half-tempted, but in this case it's a "diplomatic transcription with an additional normalized rendering" that I've spent the last couple months training to do -- and it's not that I don't think someone good at reading handwriting could do it, it's that I don't want them to be able to do it, because then what the hell have I been doing?

When are you going to be in Boston Tep? Fancy a meet-up?

I'll be in NH May 27 - 31 (Memorial Day weekend), but I won't have access to a car, so I'll only be in Boston itself for the game, with my family ... I thought about trying to figure out some kind of Boston FAP thing, but I have no idea how I could swing it.

http://cache.boston.com/bonzai-fba/AP_Photo/2004/04/04/1081130802_8636.jpg

But yeah, his prominent brow also adds to the Unfrozen Caveman Center Fielder.

A chocolate Easter cat for Pink:
http://www.delicesaustin.com/Cat%20Chocolate.jpg

the coup is averted!

We need to find rich men . . . and rob them.

God help me.

xpost

I need lunch. Shortly I will get some.

amen, sister.

no pants for huck until monday!

Maybe, unless you want to spend the long weekend on a cozy slab in a prison cell, Huck.

There are easier ways to avoid a ticket, Luna.

Is it Thursday? Forget, since I wasted 3 hours this morn watching "Ms. Rice's Playground" on CNN. Fool I am, I actually thought I'd hear new insights about what the pseudo-govt learned about 11th Sept. It was more like watching kids scuffling on the blacktop.

Bring on Freaky Friday!

(xpost)

(anyway, rubber is hot and sweaty after awhile and not always in a good way).

[No worries, ma'am. Non-bitchiness transmitted and understood.]

However, whatever turns you on. To each her own.

(xpost)

also, I'm here at my radio station about to interview Mastodon on the phone. this ought to be entertaining, assuming they're not hungover.

(Warning: The rest of this post might also be a perfectly good substitute for anti-insomnia medication. Do not read if you dislike reading a boring list of things someone did throughout the day.)

Hey folks. With that golden oldie blasting through, I shall post again, once more. My Easter Sunday was a particularly long one. Didn't wake up until 9:45 a.m., so ended up having to go to noontime Mass. Left the house at 11 a.m., entered the church at 11:30 a.m. (normally it takes 20 minutes to get to church, but the rain slowed me down considerably), and ended up one of the lucky ones with a prime seating spot for Mass. Mass ended at 1:30 p.m., so left church at that time and headed out for cemetery. Arrived at cemetery at 2:00 p.m., did some visiting of graves as well as left some flowers, and left cemetery by 2:30 p.m. (The two gravesites I visited were on opposite sides of this cemetery.) Went to aunt's house nearby for an Easter barbecue and stayed there until 7:00 p.m. Finally arrived home at 7:30 p.m., at which time I proceeded to start doing some laundry whilst reading the newspaper. Read the newspaper whilst marvelling at various bits of TV (VH1 Classic had an amazing "All Request Hour" today, IMHO), and when the laundry was completed at 10:00 p.m. came upstairs to hang said laundry (permanent press). Finished hanging laundry and putting clothing away at 10:20 p.m., at which time I headed on out to Showerville. Finished that at 10:40 p.m. (including changing into lovely nightshirt/pajamas ensemble), and then headed over toward the computer.

(We now return you to your regularly scheduled thread.)

I spent some time this weekend making a mix cd (well, 2) for someone who I've owed a mix to for about 2 or 3 years. It was weird trying to get back into "mix cd" mode. But I'm pretty happy with the results.

Although now I want to scrap them and start all over again so I can put TELSTAR on it.

woo.

mondays, bleh. and it's cold and overcast here today. :(

we;ve had a cold snap the past couple of days and I guess it's too late in the year for them to turn on the heat. brr.

and since someone stole the sweater i kept here i have goosbumps and major nippelage. Not a good thing when working with teenaged boys. hmm, i do hav electrical tape though. .

(*Email me, really. Please. I'll be your best friend!)

i put electrical tape over my nipples - 4 strips each and they are still poke-y. :(

It's pretty grand, isn't it? If ever proof was needed that all the hype about Meek was justified...

Of Love.

I think, now, I would have to concur.

It will be now.

unforutnately they are already quite aware of my boobs. They aren't easily disgusied (unless I want to wear baggy, maternity tops. which I don't.)

one more reason why I don't work with kids.

*snore*

see you're assuming that they don't go apeshit when I'm awake.

goddamn this period gets on my nerves.

It really, really, really, really hurts.

here, Luna, I've picked you a pug. It can do tricks for you, like take naps and eat random things!

http://thedistillers.net/mike1.jpg

Her son died and she was going to be prosecuted for it (a long story, she was acquitted, rightly so), but before the trial, I took her to Mardi Gras '99 - and I paid for everything - because who knew if she'd go to jail? The next year she wanted to go again (me too) so I made the $2000 reservation (which has to be paid for in advance) because she didn't have a credit card. She got a new boyfriend who told her she wasn't allowed to go. So she bailed. Did she pay me anything? No.

The NEXT year, she wanted to go again. Swore to me she'd go. I made the reservation. She bailed. Luckily, once again, I found friends who wanted to go.

Did I mention she was fucking my boyfriend behind my back when I was 18 and I forgave her?

She came out to stay with me Thanksgiving 3 years ago. Did I see her at all, other than the day she arrived and the hour before she left? Nope, she was here to meet someone she'd met on the internet.

She's one of those women who forgets the world when she meets a new man...but needs you desperately when they dump her (and they invariably do).

She's met and moved in with some new guy after 2 years of internet dating, they seem happy, and I'm thrilled for her. But the world revolves around him - and only him.

We talked about a month ago about the two of us going to San Francisco this summer for my birthday (also, in the 20 years I've known her, have I ever forgotten her birthday? Not once. Has she ever remembered mine? Not once. This year, on St. Paddy's Day, I said oh shit, it's your birthday tomorrow, she said "yes, you should remember because it's near a holiday". My birthday is two days after the 4th of July.. hello?) and she said great, we'll go, just us, it'll be fantastic... and today, when I spoke to her, she
said, 'are we going to be able to visit this summer when we come up, you think?' I said wait, hang on, I missed something, what? We who? She replies, 'T** and I are going to CA this summer, and I'm taking a bit away from my visit there with HIM to visit you'. Then the conversation went on, and when I brought up the two of us in SF, she started talking about her co-worker.

She's going to take time out of her visit with HIM to spend time with lil ole me? How gracious of her.

I'm thinking SHE can go fuck HERSELF.

just stop making plans with her, stop calling her etc. when she asks to stay with you say you've got something else going on.

COFFEE-flavored PEPSI! It was only made briefly, like two or three years ago or someting. Possibly a result of terrorists already winning. I don't know. But COFFEE FLAVORED PEPSI.

luna: I remember this friend. The hell with her, I think.

I believe you are correct. And yeah, she's THAT one.

I am dying to know what coffee flavored pepsi is like - did you win the auction?

god, they used to show ads for that during Channel One, and ponied up enough dough to pay Cindy Crawford appear to like the stuff..

last night decided to completely give up the boy who was my crushee. then me and the boy who used to be my ex fought all night via aim. he wants us to be a couple again so i spoke very plainly about why i was reluctant to do so. that brought open lots of old wounds that ended with him saying 'you don't deserve me' and me saying 'no, i don't need you.'

end of story.

today is a xanax day. took a half of one and feel plesantly numb. the kids are doing seat work and i'll pop another one second period.

ahh. .. drug-induced haze.

So, this is a quick story about how I tried to make my work a more pleasant place to be.

The breakroom has this bookcase in it filled with trashy romance/mystery novels and kitchy catalogs where you can buy very useful things like bunnies that look like scarecrows that you hang on the wall and stuff extra bags up thier butts.

So, I brought in a Metropolitan Home, a Self magazine, and another Home magazine (which isn't my favorite, but I found it in the trash at my apartment and it's a step up from the current reading material).

Anyway, I go in this morning and all of my magazines have dissappeared. In their place, there's a new stack of magazines including Christian music magazines, MidWest Living or something like that, and Lifetime for Women the magazine. Ick!

as soon as I hit submit on that last post my principal walks in the door with his little binder to observe me. Definitely a Xanax day.

I'm going to get some hot tea now. Not quite Xanax, but it's somethin'.

aw crap, i can't find a pic of it.

I kind of like them, but a room full of them is a bit, well, overwhelming. Especially when there really is one of those ugly doll things hanging on the wall that you stuff bags in.

this would be fine, except that I now have a cold, having woken up last night without the ability to swallow anymore. felt like forcing cockleburs down my esophagus.

My throat feels weird too. And I just drank some tea. Damnit, that's supposed to fix everything.

man, i'm so immune to xanax now. it takes more and more to do anything for me.

Sam, I hope things work out. Everyone, lots of love and sorry this is such a lame message. If Jeanne is around I need to reiterate the urgency + keyitude of her coming out to play in NYC when I'm there.

Peace out.