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i made a snow angel when i was shoveling show. my pants got wet and i got cold. It wasnt as good as i remembered it being. oxox anna cuddlecore
Anna We got quite a bit of snow here, too. It was perfect outside today, 35 degrees, and just sunny enough to melt the snow on the pavement without messing with the yards. I am so glad I'm not moving to Arizona. I should have made some snow angels in celebration while I had the chance. (it is a bit slushy now) Next time. I'm currently ripping all my holiday CDs in preparation for Coop's biannual holiday mix. If anyone's interested in receiving a copy, let me know, I'd be happy to share. It is fairly Christmasy, but way, way secular in nature.
coop so its snowing like crazy in boston. oxox anna cuddlecore
Anna Anna, I had a little laugh there about the first two lines of your last post. "Jimmy, it will be a real pleasure to welcome you to my show. I'm a wreck." I dunno, something about Shakespeare, comedy, tragedy, timing, and a little algebra. I'm trying to work magiks to get up there today, but shit. It's not looking good so far. In an unrelated issue, someone ripped off my registration tag and I got a ticket. The bastards. I love the big city. People piss in the streets (yes me too when I'm drunk, but not really the streets, I prefer the freeway). They steal your cd's and leave pot in your car when doing it. They call you "motherfucker". They shit on your porch and ask you, "you wanna fuck?" when you're kicking them out of your yard. If you have a yard. For yards, the city and its landlords can only give you an inch. You ask for a yard, they give you an inch, and charge you a mint, and then they ask you "you wanna fuck?", and you say "but you just did. You fucked me right in front of everyone. You fuck me when I'm afraid to ask you to come over and fix the washing machine. You fuck me when I do everything in my power to be invisible to you, at the expense of my own comfort, because goddamn, if you're reminded I exist you'll raise the rent." Vacancy rate. 1%, hell yeah. But this is nothing compared to Speck's city. And then there's work. May Jeffron kick against the pricks. Check this out...  This is Bush's new office logo. I won't link them because they'll know which domain put up the link, but I will send you here if you go. All the kooky conspiracy theorists are having shit fits because of this use of the Illuminati symbol, as well as the intitals IAO and it's connection with Alleister Crowely; (whose writings helped aggravate Joy Division's Ian Curtis' depression which led to his suicide and then to what band? "New Order". As in "New WOrld Order". Coincidence? Well um. Yeah.) As for the link issue, I'm not just being paranoid. You should read my logs...in fact, I think it's almost unfair that I have access to them, so if anyone wants them, let me know. It tells us little things like every IP# that shows up at our site, what browsers people are using, where they are linking from, what pages get downloaded, and it can get so damned specific. In short, if you poop on the web, every government agency you can think of will show up to wipe your ass. Yesterday I spent a little while at the NSA website. They had puzzles for kids! Imagine that...they're recruiting their hackers and crackers earlier and earlier. To paraphrase Senator Palpatine, they'll "be watching your careers with great interest!"
jimmy Yes, Jeffron, that *is* lame. I'm sending you prosperous vibes. ~~~~~~ Jimmy, it will be a real pleasure to welcome you to my show. I'm a wreck. I had my critique tonight and I felt like I could barely handle it. Usually I am so confident and able to listen somewhat objectively to the critiquers, but tonight I was flushed and shakey and foggy-headed. Make them all go away! This week is very difficult for me. I feel like dropping out of grad school, but I promised myself I'd give next semester a good try, and maybe it will be better. It seems so foolish (dare I say, lame?) to give up a full ride. But I'm having such a crappy time. Anyhow, I do hope to see you.
Anna Jeffron. That is lame. I really don't know what to say, but I totally want to say something. What does one say to that? Damn. Damn damn damn. Maybe this was the only way the Council of Omniscient, Intelligent, Noble, Charitable, and Intuitive Demigod Ensemble of Notably Concientious Entities (or the folks at C.O.I.N.C.I.D.E.N.C.E.) could create a situation in which you would be available for your dream job. Dream job. If you have one of those. ________________________________________ Sprog...I am leaving you some dreams tonight. Although in your part of the world Thursday has already begun...you should be receiving them in the fast moving stream of conciousness by Thursday night. ________________________________________ The librarian flew into town tonight, though I'm not really sure when. She's staying with the eccentric aunt. ________________________________________ Tomorrow is Anagram's art reception. I am going to try and make it. I thought I might ask speck about it, but I think she has to work...yeesh, so do I! Ana's shows are so worth it. Yeeha, cool stuff.
jimmy Hi. I live in Heathrow’s flight path but only when it’s windy. So I know it’s windy even when my curtains are closed by the TV picture jumping about. Big aeroplanes passing close overhead have this particular interference pattern. But I’m not sad enough to have worked out the pattern for each airline. I tend not to remember my dreams although I am assured by scientists we all dream. I must say I agree with the egg-heads as I have, on several occasions, woken up with undisputable evidence of serious brain activity but can not remember anything. Wonder who she is that can leave such hard evidence behind?! I want to dream and can not and here there are people who get up during the night to piss away access dreams. Oh unfair world. Care though people, there is a limited supply of dreams. Filter those dreams out and set free in a fast flowing river. Recycle. The only two dreams I remember area a bird flying across a blue sky and this lady who asked me to stop eating. She was dressed as a goddess. It was so vivid. I felt my own presence in the dream but could not see myself. My response in the dream surprised me. I said that perhaps I could eat a little. She smiled and without any anger or disappointment said yes, turned and left. As she left I woke up. Since then, two or so years ago, I have put on three stones! Something wrong somewhere. The other day I was listening to a Hindi song when suddenly it struck me why I do not dream. Or at least why I would dearly love to believe I do not dream. Maybe I am a dream not a dreamer. Maybe the Goddess is dreaming me. Can the dream know its maker? I like Chinese sea food if eating out. At home we tend to have pulses and vegetables. Wheat everyday. Rice once a week or so. Indian vegetarian cuisine is well developed so no real hardship there. I suspect I have an addictive personality. Finding it hard to give up smoking. Apart from smoking find it hard to drop certain things. Day two of not smoking today!! Also addicted to the future.
Ashok Lame is coming back from vacation and going to work straight from the airport, only to find out that you have been replaced at your job. Lame is your boss leaving you a message only 24 hours before this, knowing full well you wouldn't be there to answer it. Lame is going out and getting drunk at 1 in the afternoon because hey, you're sudden and unexpectedly unemployed. Lame is being angry at not having a job that you hated and were going to quit, anyway. Lame is caring about that job, and caring that your crappy employer thought so low of you. Lame is coming home after a week only to find there is no toilet paper in your apartment. Lame is returning your overdue library book, because you have nothing else to do and nowhere else to be. Lame is worrying about paying next month's rent. I mean, that's a whole 'nother year.
jeffron x Jimmy you may definately call me cuddles. Warm and fuzzy is the way to be this time of year. I write so many letters. I love to send mail. I send mail almost every single day. Most of it is distro orders, but i love to write people who id otn really know letters. Usually people dont write me letters back but whenever they do i love it! I write all my favorite bands letters i photo copy them before i send them and if they write back i save it and soon once i ahve enough, im going to print it in a zine called " fanzine". I'm going to write letters to lots of fun people like David Bowie If anyone wants to be my Pen pal or knows anyone who it lots of fun who needs a penpal i am very reliable. or if anyone wants to trade tapes I'd love to! speaking of zines... soon im going ot have a zines section on my page.. if any of you write a zine i'd love to distro it! Lame is slipping on the ice and dropping everything in your bag all over the T station while missing your train. Thats really lame. I decided i Really like this board. Its very friendly. oxox Anna Cuddlecore
Anna Hey :) I'm in Providence. I love fried food. I am a daydreamer, and I hate being told what to do. My favorite shoes are brown clogs. I often dream that I've already gotten up and am getting ready to go to work, but something weird happens, like gravity reverses, and I get stuck to the ceiling in the bathroom. Then my alarm goes off for real, and I have to repeat the entire experience, except without the gravitational anomalies. Usually. I am in the middle of writing my first holiday letter, which really bites the big one. Any suggestions for things I really can't tell my in-laws in a holiday letter in this lifetime, but would tempt me?
coop Oh yeah. Lame is accidentally leaving "speck" off the member page drop down list of pages.
jimmy That isn't lame, Anna. (May I call you "Cuddles"? That would be so warm and fuzzy.) Lame is when you stand in the Border Patrol check line on the way back from Mexico, surrounded by literally thousands of people, and you're so drunk and fucking stupid you decide to shout ethnic jokes about Mexican people, and you think it's funny. But then, just when it seems like you're going to shut-up, you decide to throw in some inappropriate "white" jokes, as well as some "black" jokes, because hey, you're an egalitarian. Lame is when a workmate emails you saying that there is Kona Kine Coffee straight from her Hawaii trip, and you get there and the vultures already sucked it down. Lame is when you're walking down the street and you kick a sleeping homeless person because "he doesn't belong in Hillcrest!" Lame is how I felt chasing the guy after he kicked the already beaten down man, and yelling at him, head boiling over completely, I yelled a stupid schoolboy insult "what the hell are you thinking?? You stupid cocksucker!" Then as the guy ducks into a gay bar because he's afraid of me, I realize all the many meanings what I said could have. I walked away after consoling the kicked guy, and sheepishly began revamping my angry insults, removing all of the unconcious homophobic jive. Still, he shouldn't have kicked a person. Stupid...stupid bootsucker! Lame is when you get a bill in the mail threatening you with immediate action but you already payed it. Lame is when you look the guy behind the counter at your favorite resturaunt and say "this is the veggie-supreme?", and he says, "yep! Veggie supreme". Then you walk all the way home, starving, knowing damn well you can't make that walk again without food, sit down at the table, pour yourself some water, and unwrap your "carne asada" burrito. Lame is when you're jaywalking, and a man in a convertible almost hits you but stops in time, and you, believing you know the man's ethnicity, decide to yell "You stupid chink fuck! I'll send you back to China in a box!" Lame was how this perfect stranger felt when I railed into him and insulted him in brand new ways, making him stutter and say "b-b-but he almost hit me!", while his girlfriend was all red faced. Lame was how I felt when I realized this guy was twice my size and probably on steroids. Lame is when you're on a bus and you're hogging seats and calling everyone motherfuckers and everyone is scared because you're an evil bully. You do this all day long, and people are scared, but you have nothing better to do. Lame was how this guy felt when I picked a fight with him, asking him "wanna take it outside?" while at some random stop, and I stepped off the bus but left the door open. He stepped off from a different door, letting it lock behind him. I got back on and he got locked out, and the bus driver happily left him while the whole bus laughed and I flipped him off. Lame was how I felt when my stop was in walking distance from where he was let off. Lame is how I'd feel if one of these lame fuckers shot me. Lame is not sticking your neck out. Lame is having to worry whether or not someone will spit in your burrito if you take it back. Lame is when your coworkers tell you that "You're too honest! Never tell the president you have no idea what he's talking about...make something up!" Lame is when you know they're right, even though there is absolutely nothing wrong with not knowing what the hell he's talking about. Lame is when you let your cake get stale, and just when you're ready to eat it too. Lame is spending 60 bucks per week eating out, when you could eat well at home for two weeks at half the price. Lame is a four-letter word. Lame is having a mad crush on one of your clients, but she lives 2000 miles away anyhow and you see her once per year and she has no idea you exist and even though you know that isn't true, it is. Lame is watching a strange, drunk man at a hotel, insult this client/crush in awful ways, and being too stupified to do or say anything about it. Cool is knowing she was more than equipped to handle him herself, and watching her do it.
jimmy well i guess i called it cuddlecore because i really like cuddlecore music. Especially Go Sailor. I also just really liked the idea of cuddlecore vs hardcore. I have lots of hardcore friends who i cant really keep up with... them being really reall tough guy hardcore and me not so much.... so cuddlecore sounded like a good alternative. So istead of " im so hardcore you break your edge i break your neck" im more like " lets cuddle and silkscreen!" maybe its kind of lame... i like it. oxox Anna cuddlcore
Anna hi, i'm vicki. i live near washington, dc. i type without capitals to save my little fingers from pain. (though i do like e.e. cummings.) i try to be funny and all too often fail. people here are nice to me anyway, which is much appreciated. i rarely remember my dreams at all. i am glad to meet you, both anna and anna cuddlecore. (had to look up the word 'cuddlecore' and was surprised to find it a kind of music. any further explication would be welcome. musically, i like joseph arthur, a man with a guitar and off-the-wall imagery that sinks into the bones.) best wishes to the hive! vicki
Vicki I had Vegan Chili fries yesterday, Anna. In fact, I still have the leftovers in my fridge. There's this vegan place near UCLA with the most delicious food. As much as I don't like LA, I can say that I'm well fed in a no-animal-products-kind-of-way.
Anna I can get up in the middle of a dream to pee then go back to my bed and continue the dream where I left off too, but whenever i do, the dream is a little bit stranger than the dream was before i got up. ususally i do this in the morning when im trying to get up to go to school but i decide that i should sleep a little longer. I like to meet people at train stations and never learn their names and never see them again so i dont ever have to really knwo them, so i can pretend anything about them i want to. Boston is gross and snowie this time of year. My feet get very cold while im waiting for the train. I waitress. Waitressing is not a god job to have. Eventually i plan to go to art school. Probobly Mass Art... but maybe im not trendy enough to go there. I like to lisen to Hot Hot Heat and Against Me! I wear a green Hoodie that i found at $/a/lb clothes everyday. I like to eat Vegan Chili fries from Burrito Max and write letters to people i dont really know from far away. oxox Anna Cuddlecore
Anna I live in San Diego. My sun sign is Gemini. My ascendent is in Gemini, and my Mercury is in Gemini. I enjoy wearing clothes and eating food. Sometimes, when I am sleeping, I have to get up in the middle of a dream to urinate. Then I go back to my bed and continue the dream where I left off. My mother and brother do this, but my father cannot. My ears are always incredibly clean, but I rarely change my socks. I feel uncomfortable in plain socks, and must wear socks with some sort of pattern or design, especially argyle. I feel uncomfortable in shirts with patterns or designs on them, and pass any gifts of this type to my brother. I enjoy the sound of footsteps in hallways, and the sound of people getting ready for the airport. I do not like the sound of tearing tin foil or scraping metal. I live in San Diego.
jimmy My boyfriend lives in Woburn, MA. I live in Los Angeles, but I really don't like it here. Hopefully within 2 years he and I will both live in San Diego. I need to finish grad school and then I'll be free of this place. Thanks for posting the link, Jeffron! -ms graham ;)
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