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I'm Worried I See My Face In Theirs
Thanks, All, for the positive vibes (and the email, CF... I'll reply shortly). As for Megadeth, I prefer the Sex Pistol version of Anarchy in the UK but as far as the style Megadeth finds themselves in, yes, I do thrash when I need it. Suicidal Tendencies or the first few albums Metallica put out usually do the trick. I've thought about the whole anarchy bit and how that could be pretty easy to pull off but finding a cabin in the woods and stockpiling ammo probably isn't the best option (though it does sound really damn tempting). I've rebelled against the system for many years and it only brings me pain and suffering. Then again, I've also given in to the system and look where that got me. Hell, I don't know which way is which anymore. The bank thing, yeah. If I was D.B. Cooper, I'd be all over it. Besides, knowing my luck I'd attempt to rob a bank on a Sunday. I'll let you figure out on your own why that would be a bad idea. I believe in all my years on my own this might be the closest to homeless I've been. It's downright frightening. Dani, I'm in complete agreement that being homeless must feel like a hole that's keeps getting deeper and deeper. That is why I'm doing all I can to figure out a way out of the hole I'm in. Again, thanks for the positive vibes, Everyone.— December 5, 2009 9:40 p.m.
Something Like Flowers
Live's best and freshest work, IMO, is their first album, Mental Jewelry. It was clean, crisp, and every song's lyrics hit you with something you never felt before. They lost me a little bit somewhere after Secret Samaddhi but I will always have a ton of respect for them. Thought I'd pass along a little link for you, AG. Not sure if you've ever heard of a musician named Tricky but he was in a "trip-hop" band that I'm a huge fan of called Massive Attack (the theme song from House is a Massive Attack song called Teardrop on the album Mezzanine). Anyway. Tricky has been doing solo work since then and put out an album a long time ago that had a song with Ed Kowalczyk singing in it. It's a fantastic song. Here's the video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWIeVTs94rI&featur…— December 2, 2009 1:59 p.m.
Something Like Flowers
The vaporizer really isn't as complicated as that ad is. Just fill it, plug it in, turn it on, inhale. In fact, it's very convenient. Another reason it is better than the conventional lighter method is because once flame touches the marijuana, a ridiculously large percentage of its "potency" is lost from the start. The vaporizer involves no direct flame, thereby retaining a larger amount of potency. For pot smokers, it really can make a difference. It's also much, much easier on the lungs. Less harsh. I wish I had a green thumb. I'd be a gardening fool. I've tried my hand at it several times but I just don't think I have what it takes. In fact, I've learned that trying to garden has very similar results as being colorblind and going clothes shopping. Things just don't look right. So I dress in t-shirts and jeans (because it's safe) and let the gardeners garden their hearts out.— December 1, 2009 1:57 p.m.
A Relentless Tide of Nausea
What? No good memories can come from a toilet? Pike, my good friend, I believe you are mistaken. I will not go into any situational details that may explain my take on how a toilet can be your friend but I will say that it really is possible to love your toilet. Besides, I believe toilets are highly underrated. If you don't believe me, then outhouses wouldn't be against the law. As for the above mentioned commode, why periwinkle? Though it can be rather poetic, actually.... "Last night at two I took a tinkle in my periwinkle loo." I can't believe no one wants to publish my writing... sigh.— November 30, 2009 11:26 p.m.
Thanksgiving Dinner
Karen, my father is an Orthodox Jew and growing up I heard a lot of Yiddish. Hearing the word "tref" brought back a memory or three. I never took the time to learn Yiddish, just picked up things from my father. Then I learned something he knew but didn't teach me: Gei kaken afen yam. If you know what that means, you'll understand why my father wasn't too happy when I told him that in my teen rebellious years. But it sure felt good at the time. Ha! As for the turkeys we had for Thanksgiving, I'm not sure what we had but I think after my father left us in a very ugly way, my Conservative Jewish mother started buying Butterballs out of spite. It could also be because just as Karen mentioned, the kosher stuff is pricey. I like to think my mother's spite is the reason. More fun that way.— November 29, 2009 11:29 p.m.
What Is This, a Disney Movie?
You know, I thought the same thing about that Pepe Le Pew wiki page. But here's my favorite part in that whole thing: "Pepe was going to have a cameo in Who Framed Roger Rabbit but later dropped out for reasons unknown." Previous cartoon engagement?— November 29, 2009 11:09 p.m.
For the Ladies: Best Excuse EVER.
Seriously, just start taking him to theater and the ballet, maybe the opera. And when you get home, make sure you TiVo'd Grey's Anatomy and Desperate Housewives. After that, while lying in bed, fart... hell, Dutch Oven it. The guy might think it's funny at first but the idea of it rolls around in the head some and like hail, gathers unimaginable things until it finally falls with the weight of life. Or just kick him in the balls.— November 24, 2009 12:35 a.m.
The Slightly Hodge-Podge Composition
Blaine. I can't trust anyone with the name Blaine. Could be a Stephen King thing ("Blaine is a pain...") but it could just be that the name has something to it that rings untrue. Either way, can't trust a Blaine. Ok, on the subject of the free dirt thing, this smacks of something I have always been curious about. Except this is a slightly different "version" of it. If you drive (and I say that because Pike doesn't), you know the air pumps that are at gas stations and car washes, right? Well, why do you have to pay for some of them? I mean, air is free! So if someone wants dirt, why go and pick it up when you can just dig it up from your own back yard? I'm no home-owner but still.... Then again, I'm so poor I'm tempted to drive my little Saturn there and pick it up just for the cash, then drive out to Ocotillo or something and drop it off. We pay for things that when we really look at what we're paying for, sometimes they're things that are free already if we just get creative.— November 24, 2009 12:24 a.m.
Can I just marry myself?
Little, I laughed, I cried, I voted no on Prop 8. Great post. I must admit, I have checked out those websites (not for your profile, by the way... I have no idea who you'd be on there). I looked out of curiosity, to see what and who is out there. And yes, I even looked on Craigslist. A majority of it kind of scares me. I mean, people (both men and women) put such heavy restrictions on their notion of "happiness" without any flexibility it seems. While that's understandable, it just seems too closed off. And if kids can divorce from their parents, why can't people marry themselves? Just curious. Good luck in your endeavors. I look forward to reading them. You have a new blog fan.— November 23, 2009 11:50 a.m.
Ill Postino & Kid Unemployed (The Choose Your Own Adventure Version)
AG, it is the same guy delivering my mail as it has been since I moved in here back in April. No one new, no restructuring issues, the same guy. Furthermore, I did make a complaint (over the phone with a "manager") about three or so months ago. Yes, this has been an issue several times in a six month period. The next day, I had a stuffed mailbox full of mail (including late notices from local bills such as SDGE sent a full week before). My mail then came regularly/daily, even if just those "Have you seen me" cards for missing people. Things were fine until about three weeks ago when I've only received mail four times in three weeks. I wish I could put "blame" or my ill feelings towards the system on this one because I don't like to single anyone out like that... unless they deserve it. This mailman deserves it. I have seen him walk right past my building before and go to the one next door to deliver mail. There are two other apartments in my building so I know he didn't pass me up simply because I didn't have any mail. I have asked my neighbors about it and even they see an issue with it. Should I complain again? Nah. Fool me once, shame on you, blah blah blah. So I'm choosing my battles with the mailman. However, if this continues, I will take it to a higher power than just the manager. If the guy doesn't want to do his job, I'll freakin' do it. But if I have to, I'll write letters to whomever will listen until this nonsensical lack of mail stops. I have a lot of time on my hands to do this, too. I'm not super angry about it but the annoyance level is rising. Oh, and I don't care if any substitute mail person, or anyone acting as a substitute in any job for that matter, gets irritated. Welcome to your job, your route or not. You don't like it, quit. Work somewhere else. As the saying goes, s*** rolls downhill and that is true in every job, let alone every facet of societal life. By the way, Page 12 will be up soon.— November 18, 2009 7:27 p.m.