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debutaunt: to tease, ridicule or provoke a first timer. antidolt: a remedy to counteract the effects of idiocy. purpletrate: when actors inside dinosaur suits commit crimes. feecall: a long distance call that racks up a big shitty bill.
jimmy One more... Gravyty - a sort of thick, soppable attraction. Hey, I had my inteview for my former boss's job, the one who went to Florida. It went well! However, I remain reserved. Maybe I'll get it, maybe not. I will report further information, as it becomes available. "Let Love Grow!" Peace! Awwa \A/
Aw I do love lists... Daministration - a governing body that repulses you! Antrophy - the tendancy for a man to become lazy. Capitalisp - a gay banker. Republican't - what Republicans can't do. Democraps - when Democrats fuckup. Polithics - ethical political behaviour. Avender - the cycle of vengence ender. Portojello - what portobello mushrooms become if not properly picked. Umbiblical Cord - even Jesus had one. Asoteric - the ruder side of aesthetics. Foopball - football including hoops. Foundtain - what the fountain of youth never was. Bentertainment - skewed amusement. Well, that 's a few, Heh! Peace All! Awwa \A/
Aw  I just purchased the boxed set '69 Love Songs' by the Magnetic Fields, and I'd like to share the wealth. If you are interested, please email me, and I will snail-mail any or all of the three discs, unless like, 8 of you ask, then I'll just make it available for download and you can do it yer damned self. Ashok... phlegmboyant: the quality of expectorating with flair Haha. That took me two days. -love, jimmy
jimmy haha, speck... I recently read a German article about a lion tamer (ess) stealing a bunch of her lions from the circus and eloping with the circus boss' 20 year old son. The German police official said something just as candid to the effect of "well, she could handle all those lions I'm sure she can handle a 20 year old". I thought this was hilarious, and I've noticed a lot of off the wall comments like that in German news. I don't think we'd get away with that here quite so easily...not an official anyhow.
jimmy I thought that condoms were already penis numbing. har... I like the quote from the company's representative: "Our condom will even up the odds by numbing the man's sensitive regions -- but not the whole body like when you're drunk." hee hee hee...
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians Awwa - That's a problem for those of us who in the heat of the moment manage to put the damned thing on inside out. Well, not so much a 'problem' as it is anti-climactic.
jimmy Awwa - ow.
chiefwagonburner The good news is... Judge Question Bid to Stop Cheney Suit What next? Will they declare anything that stands in their way "anti-American?" It's nearly so now. But at least they are being called to answer for some of their actions! And the better news is... Penis-Numbing Condom Planned Really weird! It'll probably become a new fad! I'd definitely consider trying one. Course then there's the time that I thought I'd see what all the fuss about petroleum jelly was about (I was 16 or 17), but instead (not appreciating the difference, they both came in similar jars), I rubbed on some Vick's Vapor Rub. Whoa-Bo-Geesus! That'll wake you up! Actually it was pretty painful! Peacenesses! Awwa \A/
Aw LOL Jimmy! This baby isn't driving for a long, long while yet... but you're right... "we" are two people, heh.
coop Coop, that is just wonderful. And cool Massachusetts is really issuing a new license to two people. Shhh!
jimmy We got to hear baby's heartbeat today at the doctor's office. Whoa. I wasn't quite as much of a blubbering mess as I was after the ultrasound last month, but it was really special to hear that little, underwater song. Ah, I am having a tough time concentrating now... why is all this work in front of me again? I have to go back to the DMV this afternoon and try to get my Mass. driver's license again. Last time, I didn't bring enough forms of identification for the state of Massachusetts to be convinced. (groan) Well, I've got everything this time, and I hope to God I don't lose it! Heh.
coop Jimmy, that is fabulous. Reminds me of a night at a pub in Calgary during stampede. We popped into this pub to grab a beer and head out for the night. As we were being served a balding guy with long hair in the back was setting up a keyboard. We feared the burnout and his keyboard, but ordered another round in spite of the potential for horrible music. The guy started in on his keyboard and had the entire pub singing. It was an amazing experience.
chiefwagonburner Liberte Egalite Fraternite!!
jimmy Perhaps they found that herding possoms was not as easy as stiff legged goats? My former boss (the one who moved to Florida), told the tale about how he found a dead opossom in the alley beside his house. So he got a shovel and scooped-up the carcass, and threw it into one of those "rollaways" (large, rolling trashcan). A day or so later he was taking out the trash and when he opened the top of the trashcan, up popped the not-so-dead possom! He said it really startled him, though he was not injured by the beast. It jumped out of the can and scurried away up the alley. Another testament to the acting abilities of opossoms playing possom. Your Honor, I'd like to drop all depth charges against the defendent! (spoken in a wiseacer Southern drawl) A Homeland Security issue? How does one protect themselves from marauding boars? That is a funny list of re-invented words Ashok. And no, I don't believe that you are evil, nor even part of an evil empire... well, Tony Blair notwithstanding. And hey, we got the real deal over here, GW, the chicest thing in totalitarian dictators! "Make no mistake about it!" He really is leading a regime of terror! He just makes it look like the Terrorists are the other guys! Afterall, one man's ceiling is another man's floor (unless you're chief, sorry about the Apt.). Oh and Ashok, that cheese and trap quote is pretty good! At least I identify with it on several levels. It's certainly an interesting comment on our consumer culture! Your Honor, I'd like to order in this court! How about a great big greasy cheeseburger! Leftlets, leaflets that describe leftist ideas. Peaflets, leaflets that describe peace. Awwa \A/
Aw It's really not that weird that your brain put on my face to yell at you, jimmy. I mean, I did used to yell at you QUITE a lot about nothing really. egads. I feel guilty now. That's lain in your subconscious all these years only to manifest itself as an image of me as some infected screaming freakazoid... ah, well. I deserve it I suppose. But really, I don't mind reading your long posts, and I think that you are doing many lovely things with your life. sheesh. I have to apologize for dream manifestations of myself. who woulda thunk?
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians Unbelievable. A former exec of Internet advertising giant DoubleClick will be the Department of Homeland Security's first privacy czar, Bush administration officials said. For those of you that are unfamiliar with DoubleClick, it is one of the primary internet advertisers. They have tried everything from simple banner clicks to secret programs that install on your computer to track consumer information to sell. In other words, they are/were the primary abusers of electronic privacy. Then again, maybe she will be good at the job, since she is aware of the bad practices.
chiefwagonburner [08:58] dan_kowalyshyn: we lowered our alert status to sunset orange [08:58] Chiefwagonburner: when is it going to burnt sienna? [08:59] dan_kowalyshyn: I need an Adobe color chart to keep up [09:00] Chiefwagonburner: Terror Alert R:123 B:88 G:200, #FF02812 Jimmy, that is a wierd dream. I didn't get the apt ;...(. Someone with higher credit (being new here sucks sometimes) rating applied a minute after I did. So they gave it to them, even though I offered to do a higher dep. There is one opening up on the 2nd floor, I would get a bit of downtown, but no ocean I think. The apt was just too cool. early 1900's building, solid concrete block (so you can blast your music), big windows, and it was a big open space. A picture of the building.
chiefwagonburner -just had a weird dream. My girlfriend and I had parked at the bottom of an apartment complex's stairs which led to speck's apartment and also to the apartment of a young girl with some very strange Michael Jackson memorobilia (a business card of his from when he was in Real Estate; which is like, wha-huh??). Speck was there, and was wearing a cast or a bunch of bandaids on her foot because her toes or something were infected, so she limped about in a funny way. She was yelling at me about my daydreaming, which is probably not something she'd yell at me about but whatever. If my brain was going to yell at itself it may as well put Speck's face on it. "Why don't you quit daydreaming and do something with your life?", the dream-speck said, "I'm tired of reading your long posts about bla bla bla bla". My girlfriend and I had brought two cars, and parked them next to one another. Suddenly, and while speck yelled at me, the gf decides she's going to piss all over my car, and after some digital manipulation she does this expertly and as though she's a man, walking around in a circle with a constant and powerful stream of urine getting my passenger side window, the back of the car, etc.. "Oh really?", says I, and whip-all-out my damned self and begin pissing on her Volvo in the same fashion (except without the digital manipulation that might be necessary for some women). Now, there is a great danger that we all know to dreaming about taking a piss. It was so real this piss, that I woke up in a panic thinking that I'd actually done it in my bed. Luckily no. Interpretations? Haha. No need to waste your time. -just thought I'd share that. I like that contest, ashok! I'm going to think of a few when I get to work.
jimmy Was searching the web for something and came across this quote 'I don't want the cheese, I just want to get out of the trap.' Made me laugh in the same way a the stupid man. Does this make me a cruel man?
Ashok Got this in the e-mail. Person senting it put a cover note to say that this is funny and clever and that made him wonder if it originated inthe US of A?! <------------ Attachment starts (thanks for this convention X) Each year the Washington Post's Style Invitational asks readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing only one letter and supply a new definition. Here are the 2002 winners: Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid. Giraffiti: Vandalism painted very, very high. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late. Hipatitis: Terminal coolness. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit). Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer. Glibido: All talk and no action. Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly. And, the winner of the Washington Post's Style Invitational: Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole. <---------- As my late brother used to say - You might as well laugh, you'll never get out of this life alive anyway. Know what you mean about laughing so hard in your head and could never get it across. One of mine is to do with a somewhat stupid man suddenly finding himself in a dangerous situation through some stupid move on his part (contrary to advice).
Ashok Public seems cool, coop...though I'm more afraid of public ridicule than anything else, haha. In any case, in our tiny little non-xenophobic or xenius-phobic democracy, Awwa is the only one who really ever votes. Hey wait a minute...that makes it Awwa's totalitarian state! That was his plan all along! Awwa! You bastard!!! O well. I agree with Awwa. As for the fainting goats, that is the saddest, cruelest, most bizarre thing I am embarrassed to have laughed my ass off about. Poor little goats! Easy food, indeed! Did they ever have to question why these goats were becoming extinct? *sigh* You guys and your weirdo links. Bring it on! I just got a call from one of my closest friends, a fellow who is destined to become a famous photographer or photojournalist. He is trying to brainstorm his way into Iraq, and is currently doing professional work somewhere north of here. He told me he had one of my stickers on his tripod and that it gets him funny looks. I made these things years ago and stuck them all over my neighborhood. It was nice to see that stuff is still around somewhere. Let's start a sticker factory! Anyone? Have you ever had something in your head that was so funny to you but you know has absolutely no meaning at all outside your own head?  Anyway.
jimmy Oh yeah, and as for public or private, I don't really have a preference. I like the idea of tons of people reading my words and wondering "who is this doofus?" But then I understand that some folks might not want the forum to be so open. Correct me if I'm wrong, but anyone can read the forum, they just can't join it without approval, or find it without having the URL. It seems that I was able to find it from the URL posted at the Regs of Noy. But either way is fine with me! ANd now for some comedy... The Tennessee Fainting Goat! "Oh my, I've got the vapors! OOOoooo!" *plop* (insert Scarlet O'Hara voice) "All we are saying Is give Peace a chance!" (-John Lennon-) Awwa \A/
Aw Did someone say drinking game? Heh! That is a sad thing about the ancient artifacts being robbed from the Baghdad Museum. But then it's appropo for what this administration is doing to the world and its history anyway. Acting like a bunch of Huns, raping and pillaging! Speaking of funny names to call the President and his gang of thugs... Yahoo has the article about Iraq's missing Information Minister again. The site they are talking about WeLoveTheIraqiInformationMinister.com, is back up, after crashing 4 servers due to 4000 hits per second traffic. Can you say "eXtraordinary!" It is pretty funny, some of the things Saeed al-Sahaf (M.S.S.) said. I mean ya got to have some big cahonees to say, "Of US troops: "They are most welcome. We will butcher them." or "We will slaughter them, Bush Jr. and his international gang of bastards!" He speaks not unlike our own administration! Now if their server will let me import the image, I found this picture (see below) for Jimmy's files, from a link at the "Where's Raed?" site (which hasn't been active since the 24th of March, I hope its no worse than their ISP has quit providing!). It's called "Ziboy" (which will take you to the site).  Vacuous Future? Heh! Kinda Sci-Fi-ish, future looking. "We will all be wearing masks in the future!" (insert Criswell voice) Peacefully, Awwa \A/
Aw I have another "blog administration" related question. Right now, our "blog" is set up as private, meaning that when we update, our page title does not appear on the nifty "most recently updated blogs" list on the front page of Blogger. (You gotta start a drinking game with how many times I am going to say "blog" in this post. Drink up for me, folks!) Would anyone like to be a "public" Blog? It might get us more visitors/fresh blood/ahem, new Xenius members, assuming they like us and all. Heh. Anyway, let me know if you have any thoughts on that. It's easy to switch, just a preference box in Settings for me. Blog blog blog blog blog blog
coop Everyone here at the office is all in a tizzy about spotting Harrison Ford and/or Alec Baldwin downtown at lunchtime today. LOL. (if the link makes you register, I wholeheartedly apologize, they suck!) I guess I went the wrong way on my lunchtime walk, though I did see the trailers from the production in the vacant lot across the street. Talk about "living through your favorite movie star..." ...OK, I confess that I do watch Access Hollywood, but I started skipping Entertainment Tonight a long time ago because of the Seinfeld episode you all talked about last week. Just on the off chance that the Mary Hart thing could turn out to be true! Hehe. And I would rather be watching The Planet's Funniest Animals, but they replaced it with the Crocodile Hunter at 7 pm, and he scares the crap out of me.
coop This is awesome! I am a gigantic chick magnet who loves to philosophy[sic] with monster cocks. Heh. I think. Also... alien_proxy: I am a masturbating boytoy who loves to empty blowup dolls my friend: wow, they hit the nail on the head in that one alien_proxy: I know. It kills me. I mean, could it be more accurate? my friend: haha my friend: I'm a muscular goddess who loves to dejuice cunts alien_proxy: that's you. I mean, if I had to give a police description.
jimmy LOL Jimmy. That would be a bad movie. I am now off to a meeting I am not prepared for in the least. I know it has something to do with modular homes and that my favorite real estate guy is going to be there. Woo. Wish me luck. Foolishness break: I am a notorious titan who likes to control Wile E. Coyote. Who are you?
coop Chief, I just read the post about the museum in Baghdad...I was afraid of something like that. That is truly, truly sad. Of course, it seems odd for me to say that when there were also human lives lost or delivered irrepairable damage. The whole thing is a fucking tragedy. I hope it was worth it and that the newly liberated and once oppressed oil fields in Iraq make it cheaper for me to get from my house to the McDonald's drive-thru 2 blocks away. New soon to be hit film with Kim Basinger and Mickey Rourke...9 1/2 Lunar Months ... I just shaved off the beard. I came in to work and discovered that the chief had placed a messload of razors on my desk...he has abandoned the manual and has moved over to electro-mecanical facial grooming. My face feels so naked. I did it in the bathroom while listening to the Divine Comedy sing, oddly enough, 'the Beauty Regime'. It was like a movie with the perfectly selected soundtrack, watching the beard get scraped off by three expertly placed razors. Make those dreams come true Impress all your colleagues and friends With the brand new you So many lives condemned for no need 'Cause people don't buy the right magazine Take a look in the mirror and see Exactly how worthless you are In a rut? Can't get out? Don't know why? It's time to make that change Cover up all the pain in your life With our new product range So please don't feel blue - let us show you how To talk yourself into a good mood right now Feeling sad is no longer allowed No matter how worthless you are And if your life depresses you Just live it through your favourite movie star Beat stress and rebalance your life All you need to do Is forget all the useless advice And live your life for you Don't let them sell you impossible dreams Don't be a slave to the beauty regime Look again in the mirror and see Exactly how perfect you are chiefwagonburner: hows 'the beard' jimmy: off chiefwagonburner: did it scream? jimmy: It did!
jimmy Jimmy: "You just won the wet t-shirt contest" You almost got me busted at work, it still makes me grin.
chiefwagonburner Well, that is one way. I was listening to NPR on the way to check out an apt yesterday afternoon (I hope I get it) and caught an interview with the professor of archeology at a larger eastern US university (don't remember which one). They were asking him about the looting of the Archaeological Museum of Baghdad. He was very upset and broke into tears several times during the interview. He declared that this was the greatest tragedy of mankind's history. Iraq and its neighbors held the earliest recorded civilizations, and the museum held a massive amount of artifacts. When asked about the human cost (real lives vs. stuff) he said that to imply that that the history was not important was to insult every one of his colleagues that had risked or given their lives trying to save this museum, 'Both are important'. "The museum's curators have criticized US troops for failing to protect the museum, despite repeated requests for help. Tanks were posted outside the museum only briefly on Friday. The US has been accused of violating the 1954 Convention for the Protection of Cultural Property in the Event of Armed Conflict. Archaeologists had warned of such destruction. In an article published in the journal Science on 21 March, experts from six nations said Iraq's heritage was so great that war threatened "irreparable losses both to local communities and to all humanity".
chiefwagonburner Thanks Awwa :) Yep... it actually is 9 1/2 "lunar months" of 28 days each... go figure. (pregnancy really lasts 38 weeks from conception to delivery, but they tack 2 weeks on the beginning for dating purposes) I have a feeling that when my 9 "calendar months" have passed, come, oh, the last week of September, I will be feeling very cheated. You all may not want to be around me then. LOL. However you count it, 25 weeks to go!
coop Oh and I meant to say, Coop, you are possitively *radiant*! (...but I was wondering, 15 weeks + 25 weeks = 40 weeks / 4 weeks per month = 10 months? Heh?) Peace and the pitter-patter of little feet! Awwa \A/
Aw Ahhh High School.... Ahhh the many aspects of social dynamics.... Ahhh relationships.... Ahh'm gonna keep my mouf shut! Cus I don't no nut'n'! < bizarro world rant > Actually, I was going to say that through-out history there have been many different designs of societal mingling, some perhaps better than present day America's, some (no doubt) much worse! Respect for women in many societies has been low on the priority list, which is a shame compared to how much women contribute to any given social situation. And some women (men too), seem to believe that it is their lot to suffer in silence. It's good to see that many don't! And that they have the ability to articulate ideas and, or problems. Although these are not always well met, some responses degarde to calling these ideas "nagging.* A better reality is finding a person who you appreciate, and who can appreciate you. Male or Female, it is a good idea. But the main thing I wanted to say was, that no matter what form a society takes, it should always respect its constituents, and by that I mean the individuals who make-up that society. Without the apparent reward for suffering, without dignity and respect, without something tangible or at least believed to have been gained; the individual is not want to remain a part of that society and it (the society) is in danger of all sorts of disorders including: crime, civil disobediance, dissertions, rebellion, revolution, and the general devaluation of its components. (*This is leading somewhere, hang in there.) Society needs to address the needs and (to some degree) the desires of the individuals who make up that society. Totalitarian societies all fall. It usually takes a major uprising to change a society (whether peacefully or not), but those especially harsh, dictatorial societies usually only last as long as a particularly nasty leader is alive. Once the leader dies, it is difficult to maintain the iron fist. What seems to be happening today in America is a greater focus on large corporations, multi-national conglomerates, mega-religions, who-do-you-know groups, political party wargangs, etc; all not looking out for the little guy, the individual or his or her place in this society. "Love it or leave it" is often heard, as though there weren't a choice. Well there is a choice. Those who'd like to see the rest of us leave the good old USA, don't want to face that choice, which is to "fix it." How do we fix it? In a Democracy ("For the people, by the people..."), we vote on how to fix it, so that we have a sense of perceived (if not actual) worth. Without a sense of personal worth; we may as well "leave it", or tear this Mutha-Fuquier down... from the roof-tops to the ground! We're all unique, in our environments, our backgrounds, our educations, our abilities, etc! But that's what makes things interesting. To want to homogenize everyone into gray, featureless drones; is not only wrong, but inhumane! I thought that we learned that lesson during WWII! "Viva la Difference!" (-some French Guy-) It used to be good to be American because we were free to be ourselves. Now I'm not so sure... "Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death!" (-Patrick Henry-) < /end bizarro world rant > And now just for Jimmy! (;-P) Peace! Awwa \A/
Aw Just a few small comments right now, I'm almost ready to leave the office - (yes!!) Jimmy, you had me cracking up at the Bob Dylan ending to your post. My mom and I used to have a game when we were bored to read the newspaper (or whatever) out loud in Bob Dylan-ese. I had forgotten all about that, heh. I have noticed one thing about being pregnant that nobody ever told me before - you lose nearly all shyness regarding bodily functions, and anyone who doesn't like it, be damned. It's liberating, and why not? We're all made of the same stuff, whether or not that is considered polite to think about. It's hard to be intimidated by any fellow human being when you think about it that way. We are all just medium-sized, bipedal mammals doing our thing. Anyway, being with child has made me much more aware that we are not essentially containers for our brains. I may write more when I get home, or I may fall asleep on the futon. Either way, catch you later, coop & baby (15 weeks along now! 25 to go!)
coop I got this a long time ago in an email, and have only just read it. I think it's pretty hilarious, especially since I want to collect them and I'm not even a smoker. unexpected results for anti-smoking campaign xw, I responded to your post in your indie email which you never answer. :| Damn. I need a playfully grumpy smiley that has a knowing "oh you!" smile but with an aire of "you'd better watch your back, you silly goose" except whose eyes are somewhat bloodshot from a weekend during which the smiley was abducted by fellow band members and taken to San Jaun Capistrano, forced to listen to a Tool wanna-be band with an incredibly talented drummer (whom the smiley and band mates are in the process of recruiting) and drink Rum and Cokes while rapidly switching between boiling jacuzzi and icy pool sometime after midnight in an expensive hotel complex after an entirely Spanish speaking late night Denny's excursion after which he would end up sleeping on the hotel room floor in a wet towel. Do they have a smiley for that? It was fun. I had no idea what to expect, so of course I didn't bring a toothbrush. It was full of mishaps...free shuttle rides...free train rides...walking in the hot sun and stopping off at a t-shirt store to purchase cheap shirts and swim trunks. But then the swim trunks were almost 20 dollars...they really know how to bend people over. So I purchased sweat pants for a quarter of the price and used the cashier's scissors to cut off the legs right there in the store. Then I made a joke about how they didn't fit and I wanted to return them, but I didn't have my receipt. The guy must deal with a lot of crap because he actually took a breath and started to say "I'm sorry, but..." Anyhow, the new fangled sweat shorts fit nicely, and we walked to the beach. Guitars are heavy! I wrote a rag while we walked around. It's called "Scotch and Water", and involves yelling out various drink names. We had a small show at the Livingroom cafe in the San Diego college area...this cafe is rapidly becoming a hot spot for poets and beat artists. It was fun playing there. Afterwards a lot of people came up to talk to us. One nice compliment to me was "I'd forgotten how talented you were, Jimmy", to which I responded, "so did I". At the time, I wasn't thinking about what I was saying and nobody meant anything bad, but then later on I had a good laugh because after thinking about it I realised it sounded like two dubious lines from a Kurt Vonnegut novel. Later, while we were walking in San Jaun Capistrano with our guitars, someone in a raised truck drove by and yelled "GET A JOB!" from his truck. I thought it was funny. I mean...it was Sunday...and...well...if my friend had yelled back "I'm in the US Military!", I'm sure the person in the truck would have cried. Then he would pull over to apologize, and I would wipe his big stupid tears with the US flag while Bruce Springsteen playing softly in the background, and my stunning incredibly masculine chest rippling imperceptibly in the cool American breeze. "There, there, you dumb fuck", I would say, "just you stop those baby bear tears, you rotten little war mongering babble-fuck. Common decency dictated the whole thing...you just got the wrong dumb hippies, that's all." (His war mongering was indicated by the number of offensive stickers he had decorating his gigantic gas guzzling 'MADE IN WHO KNOWS WHERE, but assembled in the good old US of A' monster truck.) It was a nice day at the beach, and we caught the train north in order to find a spot to catch it south. We hopped on the Am-trak with no tickets, and the conductor disappeared to go get her stuff to sell us some, and she never came back. We did no busking that day, but it would have been nice and probably pretty fruitful. The times that I have busked, I always gave the money away. I really just wanted a place to hang out and play with other musicians and take song requests from strangers. Sometimes the people I played with were homeless anyhow, so it was best that I give them my portion of the bling bling, otherwise that would be shizzy and I can't do that in my own hoozy, especially to homeys who were descent folk and might resent me for my thoughtlessness, fashion a shiv from a bar of soap and stab me in the parking lot. "You just won the wet t-shirt contest, mother fucker!" "Ow, man. That really smarts." Anything taken to the extreme is ridiculous. For example, how can someone who claims to be a complete nihilist get upset when I leave dishes in the sink over the weekend? Pronunciation: 'nI-(h)&-"li-z&m, 'nE- Function: noun Etymology: German Nihilismus, from Latin nihil nothing -- more at NIL Date: circa 1817 1 a : a viewpoint that traditional values and beliefs are unfounded and that existence is senseless and useless b : a doctrine that denies any objective ground of truth and especially of moral truths 2 a (1) : a doctrine or belief that conditions in the social organization are so bad as to make destruction desirable for its own sake independent of any constructive program or possibility (2) capitalized : the program of a 19th century Russian party advocating revolutionary reform and using terrorism and assassination b : TERRORISM - ni·hil·ist Awwa, I have dry shaved with those disposables you're talking about. I've only done this once or twice. Like you said, it's what you make yourself get used to. I can take my coffee black and with no fixings, but usually I take it black and with sugar. We ate at this nice little resturaunt called "Molly's" where I had my coffee this way. Damn that's good. I used to have the cream and half and half but now it just looks so gross and you can never be sure if you're going to have such luxuries anyhow. Another mom and pop's, called "Harry's" was just across the street from Molly's. We asked the shuttle driver which place we should eat at, and she said: "Harry is a nice guy." "That's your advice?", I asked jokingly, knowing exactly what she was getting at. "Yeah. Let's just leave it at that...but Molly's is right across the way there." Hahah. So we ate at Molly's, and the waitresses and some of the customers kept asking us to play music for the resturaunt. We had no place to put our stuff and had to drag it all with us. Then Rachel and I got into it over whether the song playing in the resturaunt was Bob Dylan or Billy Joel. "Can you understand the lyrics?", I asked of a waitress who also thought it was Bob Dylan. "Yea, he said 'sing us a song, you're the piano man'." "I rest my case", I said, "Bob Dylan would have said "hing ah a soohn youh de pianaa maannnnn'". And noone could argue with that. -earnestly, and sorry for the long post, jimmy
jimmy I actually had a friend (he's Chinese American, but entirely assimilated into American culture) come back from China a few days ago. When I mentioned sars to him, he got really angry and told me how the media hyped it up so much.Of course he was also telling me the merits of the Chinese government, how superior it is to the American government and how Chinese government actually gets things done. On some of those points I'd beg to differ. I just read your post about periods & secrecy, Jimmy. I think I'm a point in my adolescence in which boys who're easily grossed out by things like that are really frustrating to me. Of course, right now, I am in general really frustrated with high school boys... <----anti boy rant I think our society breeds boys who disrespect women and I refuse to take that shit. There are so many instances that this disrespect keeps on being brought up. For example, a friend of mine can't have an orgasm with her boyfriend. She keeps on insisting that it's HER not him. I think there's something not right about that. Then another friend of mine who is so beautifully naive, but lopsidedly naive just found out the other day what a clitoris was. Then she expresses amazement in how girls can actually masturbate. I guess there's always this idea that boys, oh yeah, those really hormonal, sex driven males, they can jerk off all they want, but girls should be sexually restrained. It shocks me that she was seriously dead on believing that females could not masturbate at all. The other night I went to a high school dance (wearing a gorgeous dress made by Speck, who is the goddess of all seamstresses...). I felt good about how I looked, I felt confident, but I was a bit wary. A very earnest young man asked me as his date, and so I said yes. We get there and he refuses to dance. I find my crazyass friend Sarah and we're shaking our asses, and he just stands there. Finally we get him to dance, but the thing is, I think of him as a little brother. I tell him this a lot. Basically, I ditched him, but I will not do hormonal high school dancing with a boy that I feel uncomfortable doing that with. Hell, I'm currently avoiding all high school males' crotches in general. But luckily for him, other girls are dancing with him, and that's okay. I guess it's really hard to describe the social dynamic of everything and the whole high school group thing...the boy I went with is part of the track team, which is basically a cult. Sarah and I are more chillaxed and a lot less competitive (academically and in general) than the track team people. But the next day a track team boy tells me that I was an asshole for ditching my date at the semi and a freak idolizer because I always put my date on a pedestal as being innocent and naive. I know perfectly well that my date in actuality looks at porn and compares girls' looks with other guys. I know that for a fact. The thing that frustrates me is that for me to say yes to him as a date doesn't guarentee I have to dance with him all night, even if I'm insanely hormonal (manwich!) and must dance with other people who're don't-give-a-fuck-what-others-think-of-my-dancing. Moreover, I didn't guarentee him anything. I hate it when I always look like the villain and people accuse me of owing something to someone. People are telling me to corrupt this boy, etc, but I don't think they understand that it's perfectly possible to genuinely care and like a boy without wanting to fuck him. And that it's okay to like him like a little brother. Aghajsjdfkdf. I mean, I had fun, just the aftermath sucks. And I also saw this boy that I had a semi-crush on grab some other girl's boob candidly. He also makes comments like "If women can't be drafted, then they shouldn't vote, therefore they shouldn't wear clothes". I mean, it's funny, and he's obviously joking, but if you really think about it...would you want to have an actual relationship with a guy like that? I think the girls that hang out with him are also responsible though...they constantly ask him "oh, what do you think of my boobs? Are they big enough?" etc etc. Agh. Aggghghghghghgh. Coincidentally they played Respect by Aretha Franklin at the prom. Then of course later on they played Get Busy and told the crowd they needed girls to get on stage and shake their asses. But hey, I'll admit, I went onstage and probably embaressed myself. At the moment, I guess I just felt like doing whatever I wanted. I'm glad however that my close girl friends are incredibly powerful and assertive and do whatever they want. I just wish that I could find a nice boy who's cute and comfortable in his own skin and has respect for women. Genuine respect. <---end of anti-boy rant>
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