Tuesday, April 29, 2003
Tuesday
The Power of Marketing, YO
Yesterday at the store our computer was having issues so we rebooted the sucker which in turn shut down the check and credit card approval authorization. We get very few checks anymore, most people use debit cards. Well imagine our surprise when 4 customers in a row wrote checks that had to be called in (one of which was declined, twice), ack. So, when all else fails, inject humor..........When a fifth customer came up to the counter to pay for her purchase she asked..."you take checks....?"......I said..."Yo".......she looked at me seriously and put her checkbook back into her purse.....LOL, thanks to the commercials for Visa Check Cards.......she actually thought we didn't take checks.....I assured her we do indeed take checks...hehe.....Yo. Silly moi at straight up trippin boo......lol.
Yesterday at the store our computer was having issues so we rebooted the sucker which in turn shut down the check and credit card approval authorization. We get very few checks anymore, most people use debit cards. Well imagine our surprise when 4 customers in a row wrote checks that had to be called in (one of which was declined, twice), ack. So, when all else fails, inject humor..........When a fifth customer came up to the counter to pay for her purchase she asked..."you take checks....?"......I said..."Yo".......she looked at me seriously and put her checkbook back into her purse.....LOL, thanks to the commercials for Visa Check Cards.......she actually thought we didn't take checks.....I assured her we do indeed take checks...hehe.....Yo. Silly moi at straight up trippin boo......lol.
Monday, April 28, 2003
Sunday, April 27, 2003
Freedom
"The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude." Friedrich Nietzsche
I watched as the water, the air, sky and earth paraded by me. I felt joy and thought to myself, how on earth did Olympia become the Hippie core of the Universe? Perhaps Berkeley is more known for it, but every April in Oly, every belly baring, sandaled, patchouli scented, pierced for your pleasure freakazoid hippieshitliberal (not that there is anything wrong with that....) and um....people who bathe, congregated in Olympia Washington to celebrate the Arts and the Earth. The festivities are centered around Earth Day and it makes for one hell of an interesting weekend of creative expression and the glories (and faults) of Mother Earth.
This was the last Art Walk I'll do for awhile and it was my most successful! I went into it with no expectations other then spending some time with my Mother at her store before it she closed it. I completely enjoy my time with my family, I even enjoyed working on clay in public......no anxiety attacks!! LOL!....but then we did strategically block my work area so that people fascinated with what I was doing would respect my personal space, god damnit. I sold some pieces and have one commission, that's more than I asked for! Like the dink I am I took NO pictures, I kept forgetting the camera in my book bag, ugh. Tanya took some so I'll try to grab from her stockpile.
Soon, I'll actually post pics of my work....I have most of it home now until Mom gets the new store in order. I bought one of her old fixtures so that I can rig it as a stationary and centralized location for new pieces. The sooner I get it done the better, the task of cataloging all the pieces is gonna be interesting, my direction is changing to much larger pieces in polymer, I started a piece this weekend that I'm really looking forward to seeing the final product.
"The arts are an even better barometer of what is happening in our world than the stock market or the debates in congress." Hendrik Willem Van Loon
The weekend did not go by without incident though. On Saturday evening, a small group of anti-war protestors gathered down the street from the store. I'm not really sure what happened but six patrols cars later and a rousing rendition of the Star Spangled Banner the freaks dispersed. The complete irony of them singing "....and the rockets red glare...the bombs bursting in air....." um....duh, dude without those rockets and bombs we wouldn't be here and um.......I think the rockets and bombs had targets.
free·dom ( P ) n.
The condition of being free of restraints.
Liberty of the person from slavery, detention, or oppression.
Political independence.
Exemption from the arbitrary exercise of authority in the performance of a specific action; civil liberty: freedom of assembly.
Exemption from an unpleasant or onerous condition: freedom from want.
The capacity to exercise choice; free will: We have the freedom to do as we please all afternoon.
Michael Moore and the Dixie Chicks were persecuted for using their god and government given rights.......maybe some of those rockets red glare hit them? The biggest Weapon of Mass destruction is ignorance. We're all in this together, whether we like it or not. History is made with, or without us. Sometimes our humanity blinds us, and our successes help us see that freedom is for some, worth living and dying for. This war has shaped our future, whatever it may hold, we are subject to even more criticism of our gluttonous way of life, yet, for the most most part, we stand undivided and embrace, freedom.
To life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness....... *cheers* !
Friday, April 25, 2003
Procession of the Species
Walking Art
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK, Art Walk today and tomorrow, followed by Olympia's little freakfest..The Procession of the Species....an odd homage to Earthday via half the town dressing up as Salmon and various other animals. They march through downtown to the rhythm of a hundred tribal drums and we all basks in the Earth's glow........um...yeah. So it's all about Art this weekend and all my work is always in vain, but fuck it......it makes time go by faster....LOL...I'll bring the Ol' camera and share later....
EYE yi Yi
I went to optometrist yesterday, I have the joy of being 5 to 6 years ahead of my peers in needing bifocals, (shoot me) I picked out some very hip silver framed ditties that cost a small fortune.....but, thankfully insurance covered $300 of it. Plus, I had to get more contacts (which I have to wear um.....glasses with if I wanna read).....the good news there is, the internet has a gazillion sites where I've been finding funky frames in readers....I love my Aunt Estelle cat eye glasses. If you represent funky, one should do it with style!
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Prime Numbers
As I take a lil breaking from tormenting myself with clay, I surf madly looking for a good example of mathmatic genius, one who can surpass Einstein and Feynman......Behold I bring you Bear.
Monday, April 21, 2003
Sex Pootie
Always remember, when attracting that certain someone special, never neglect your um....Sex Pootie, they may want it.
White Stripes
Square pegs are White Stripes
I'm trying to prepare a bunch of millefori canes for some new beads....ack.....so when in the creative mode, music is my muse. I've been creating along with the new White Stripes disc Elephant.....cool, funky and um..retro, in a way. I wouldn't say any new ground has been broken with their music, but it is enjoyable. And damn it if rumors of a break-up aren't a sign of success. Rock on..! LOL
I'm trying to prepare a bunch of millefori canes for some new beads....ack.....so when in the creative mode, music is my muse. I've been creating along with the new White Stripes disc Elephant.....cool, funky and um..retro, in a way. I wouldn't say any new ground has been broken with their music, but it is enjoyable. And damn it if rumors of a break-up aren't a sign of success. Rock on..! LOL
Books
Muggles aren't so bad.....
OK, Easter has gone by the wayside, spring has sprung and I'm back to my 2nd Star left of center self. Did ya miss me? I missed me. Mmmmkay......since it's Monday I shall bless you all with updates:
During the war my mind was everywhere, so with the A.D.D in full swing I opted for easier reading material and chose the 4th installment of the Harry Potter series. The Goblets of Fire! Um...that sucker was huge, and for you freakish 10 and under that read it in two days, may a Quaffle smack you into reality. It was and excellent installment......Harry Potter grows up! Harry's been dealt a fucked hand from the beginning, and it's proving not to get any easier as he learns more about himself and the people directed to his life. Hermione Granger gets a brooding boyfriend and Ron Weasly's character grows little, but the Weasley Family plays a strong roll in Harry's life and presumably his future. Sirus Black returns as Harry's God Father, and I can only pray that in the 3rd installment of the Movie the casting director would be so kind as to cast the yummy Colin Farrell as Sirus. Hint, hint, nudge nudge. Goblets of Fire was a good read, but nothing compares to The Prisoner of Azkaban where we are first introduced to Sirus. On June 21st the long awaited 5th installment Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix will be released. The cover artwork by artist Mary Grandpre shows a more mature Harry in blues.....dun dun.......DUN. I admit it, I'm looking forward to the release. A little release is what we all need....some....more than others.....*shoot me* lol......carry on.....
OK, Easter has gone by the wayside, spring has sprung and I'm back to my 2nd Star left of center self. Did ya miss me? I missed me. Mmmmkay......since it's Monday I shall bless you all with updates:
During the war my mind was everywhere, so with the A.D.D in full swing I opted for easier reading material and chose the 4th installment of the Harry Potter series. The Goblets of Fire! Um...that sucker was huge, and for you freakish 10 and under that read it in two days, may a Quaffle smack you into reality. It was and excellent installment......Harry Potter grows up! Harry's been dealt a fucked hand from the beginning, and it's proving not to get any easier as he learns more about himself and the people directed to his life. Hermione Granger gets a brooding boyfriend and Ron Weasly's character grows little, but the Weasley Family plays a strong roll in Harry's life and presumably his future. Sirus Black returns as Harry's God Father, and I can only pray that in the 3rd installment of the Movie the casting director would be so kind as to cast the yummy Colin Farrell as Sirus. Hint, hint, nudge nudge. Goblets of Fire was a good read, but nothing compares to The Prisoner of Azkaban where we are first introduced to Sirus. On June 21st the long awaited 5th installment Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix will be released. The cover artwork by artist Mary Grandpre shows a more mature Harry in blues.....dun dun.......DUN. I admit it, I'm looking forward to the release. A little release is what we all need....some....more than others.....*shoot me* lol......carry on.....
Sunday, April 20, 2003
links
I have no idea where my comments went. Flwwwwwwwhpt.
Well it's Easter Sunday, a day of rebirth, he has risen, he has risen indeed. I guess in the luminous glory of God's love it's OK to get your dead ass up and say hi. "Um...yeah, I was dead......but I have some unfinished business and a few bills are due, so I decided to take charge of my future and wake my rotting flesh up." I don't think the majority of people would dig it if their loved ones 'arose' after the funeral. If it were commonplace, I would think that shotguns would be a needed accessory to the funeral attire........"Look ma, that bugger is pulling a Jesus thingy.....****bam*****.....one messiah is enough, ty." Some say that the resurrection is a symbolic thing.....the journey to be with his father in Heaven....etc. Maybe he should have just waved instead of freaking out his followers and bringing us an unpaid religious holiday.....which starts at sunrise!!! Ack!
One good thing about today is that tonight on my return home from the family shindig I will have quiet and calm and ABC will show the 10 commandments again.......and I will watch (again) and think to myself.......this is long and fall asleep.
I'll fix the comment thingy later, because there is no greater joy on earth then......no comments. LOL.....Snarf.
Well it's Easter Sunday, a day of rebirth, he has risen, he has risen indeed. I guess in the luminous glory of God's love it's OK to get your dead ass up and say hi. "Um...yeah, I was dead......but I have some unfinished business and a few bills are due, so I decided to take charge of my future and wake my rotting flesh up." I don't think the majority of people would dig it if their loved ones 'arose' after the funeral. If it were commonplace, I would think that shotguns would be a needed accessory to the funeral attire........"Look ma, that bugger is pulling a Jesus thingy.....****bam*****.....one messiah is enough, ty." Some say that the resurrection is a symbolic thing.....the journey to be with his father in Heaven....etc. Maybe he should have just waved instead of freaking out his followers and bringing us an unpaid religious holiday.....which starts at sunrise!!! Ack!
One good thing about today is that tonight on my return home from the family shindig I will have quiet and calm and ABC will show the 10 commandments again.......and I will watch (again) and think to myself.......this is long and fall asleep.
I'll fix the comment thingy later, because there is no greater joy on earth then......no comments. LOL.....Snarf.
Friday, April 18, 2003
Friday Five
Ack, thwapft......woohoo.......can't think....Friday Five time?
1. Who is your favorite celebrity? She can NOT act. She is still learning to sing. She can play the geetar now. She has terrific breasts. She's annoying as hell. She takes a good picture, she's a mom and apparently is writing Kabbalistic Childrens Books, yippee? She's lived out her adult life in front of the world and doesn't give a rats ass. She is Madonna Louise Ciconne Penn Ritchie.....er Madonna.
2. Who is your least favorite? hmmmmm, I'm sure I have one, but right now I'm not diggin on the Peace Movement in the Celebrity arena......ack. It's like shut your mouth and act, or sing, or whatever it is you do that makes you a celebrity. blah. Oh yeah someone should put that evil dipshit Michael Savage out to pasture.
3. Have you ever met or seen any celebrities in real life? Gosh over the years I've met many celebrated people. Eric Clapton and other assorted musicians. I waved to Ben Stein and Robert Schuller in the airport. Various television celebs.....and OooOOOdles of Authors. Tis fun to Mingle. ;)
4. Would you want to be famous? Why or why not? I'm a leader by choice and a bitch by birthright.......but fame? egads...*hork*
5. If you had to trade places with a celebrity for a day, who would you choose and why? Who wouldn't trade places with Courtney Love??? I can cuss and dance around in my undies while sedated too! Whoopie!
1. Who is your favorite celebrity? She can NOT act. She is still learning to sing. She can play the geetar now. She has terrific breasts. She's annoying as hell. She takes a good picture, she's a mom and apparently is writing Kabbalistic Childrens Books, yippee? She's lived out her adult life in front of the world and doesn't give a rats ass. She is Madonna Louise Ciconne Penn Ritchie.....er Madonna.
2. Who is your least favorite? hmmmmm, I'm sure I have one, but right now I'm not diggin on the Peace Movement in the Celebrity arena......ack. It's like shut your mouth and act, or sing, or whatever it is you do that makes you a celebrity. blah. Oh yeah someone should put that evil dipshit Michael Savage out to pasture.
3. Have you ever met or seen any celebrities in real life? Gosh over the years I've met many celebrated people. Eric Clapton and other assorted musicians. I waved to Ben Stein and Robert Schuller in the airport. Various television celebs.....and OooOOOdles of Authors. Tis fun to Mingle. ;)
4. Would you want to be famous? Why or why not? I'm a leader by choice and a bitch by birthright.......but fame? egads...*hork*
5. If you had to trade places with a celebrity for a day, who would you choose and why? Who wouldn't trade places with Courtney Love??? I can cuss and dance around in my undies while sedated too! Whoopie!
Thursday, April 17, 2003
George Sand
"I am not full of virtue and noble qualities,
I Love, that is all.
But, I Love strongly, exclusively,
and steadfastly...."
George Sand
I Love, that is all.
But, I Love strongly, exclusively,
and steadfastly...."
George Sand
horroscope
My Horrorscope :|
TAURUS
(April 20-May 20)--Your love life is nonexistent.
You are so lonely, you are desperate.
Snap out of it, Horn Head! The last time you felt this way,
you ended up at a marriage chapel in Las Vegas,
drunk as a monkey and dressed up as an Elvis impersonator.
Tonight: Your mind has left the building.
tyvm. ;)
TAURUS
(April 20-May 20)--Your love life is nonexistent.
You are so lonely, you are desperate.
Snap out of it, Horn Head! The last time you felt this way,
you ended up at a marriage chapel in Las Vegas,
drunk as a monkey and dressed up as an Elvis impersonator.
Tonight: Your mind has left the building.
tyvm. ;)
Monday, April 14, 2003
Birthday
Now that the fog has cleared and I'm done working my way into a loverly illness which thankfully has ran it's course, I just have to say:
Happy Birthday to my most loverly Sister Tanya!!!! Thanks for being so awesome!!! Love You OOOooOOdles!
Oh yes.....Happy Birthday to my Leftside! Don't get any on yah, most likely you will tho...hehe.
Hugs & Kisses to both of ewe!
Happy Birthday to my most loverly Sister Tanya!!!! Thanks for being so awesome!!! Love You OOOooOOdles!
Oh yes.....Happy Birthday to my Leftside! Don't get any on yah, most likely you will tho...hehe.
Hugs & Kisses to both of ewe!
Sunday, April 13, 2003
Saturday, April 12, 2003
Journalism
Words n' stuff
Blogs are booming, my dad started a blog today inspired by my own rants. Now he to can enjoy instant publishing. Glory in the masses of people that will come to his site and stare at his thoughts. I mean, it's fascinating really.....get a website....spew.......people watch you as you stand in a puddle of your own piss. It's nice to share.
Ok.......Friday five......got this from my friend Pie's site. Just thought I would give it a go now that the fever has seems to have broken and I'm not curled up in an achey ball on my couch though my head is throbbing, so wtf, this should be interesting. Here we go.....
1. What was the first band you saw in concert? If I can remember correctly, it may have been Cheech & Chong, Santana and Tower of Power. It was the 70's and I think it was at Padre Stadium in San Diego where I grew up. Pretty much explains everything really.
2. Who is your favorite artist/band now? I'm enjoying the current garagesque punk band movement: The White Stripes, The Strokes and The Vines. Simplicity is under rated. I can't lay claim to a favorite as my tastes are quite diverse. I'm all over the board the older I get. I love the Pixies, the Who, the Stones, Zepplin, Striesand, Harry Connick Jr. (so sexy), Sheryl Crow, Hole, Nirvana, REM, Dave Matthews.......omg it's endless.......if it's real and loverly.....I dig it.
3. What's your favorite song? Right Now it's "Bewitched, Bothered & Bewildered" sung by: Ella Fitzgerald
4. If you could play any instrument, what would it be? MY bass!!! LMFAO! Shame on me I haven't picked it up this year.....um wait.....I dusted it. Rock N' Roll baybeeeee!
5. If you could meet any musical icon (past or present), who would it be and why?
Dead: John Lennon, Janis Joplin,Axl Rose.....heh oh and um......Hendrix. Alive: Madonna and um....any single, rich son of a bitch with a geetar and a taste for unreasonably neurotic women. heh
Blogs are booming, my dad started a blog today inspired by my own rants. Now he to can enjoy instant publishing. Glory in the masses of people that will come to his site and stare at his thoughts. I mean, it's fascinating really.....get a website....spew.......people watch you as you stand in a puddle of your own piss. It's nice to share.
Ok.......Friday five......got this from my friend Pie's site. Just thought I would give it a go now that the fever has seems to have broken and I'm not curled up in an achey ball on my couch though my head is throbbing, so wtf, this should be interesting. Here we go.....
1. What was the first band you saw in concert? If I can remember correctly, it may have been Cheech & Chong, Santana and Tower of Power. It was the 70's and I think it was at Padre Stadium in San Diego where I grew up. Pretty much explains everything really.
2. Who is your favorite artist/band now? I'm enjoying the current garagesque punk band movement: The White Stripes, The Strokes and The Vines. Simplicity is under rated. I can't lay claim to a favorite as my tastes are quite diverse. I'm all over the board the older I get. I love the Pixies, the Who, the Stones, Zepplin, Striesand, Harry Connick Jr. (so sexy), Sheryl Crow, Hole, Nirvana, REM, Dave Matthews.......omg it's endless.......if it's real and loverly.....I dig it.
3. What's your favorite song? Right Now it's "Bewitched, Bothered & Bewildered" sung by: Ella Fitzgerald
4. If you could play any instrument, what would it be? MY bass!!! LMFAO! Shame on me I haven't picked it up this year.....um wait.....I dusted it. Rock N' Roll baybeeeee!
5. If you could meet any musical icon (past or present), who would it be and why?
Dead: John Lennon, Janis Joplin,
Ugh, hork and volatile chunks of Spew
Hmmmmm, last Monday I had to cover for a sick employee he couldn't finish his shift......sick boy. Well you know how that goes......I've been fighting it all week.....I'd get home from work and pass out with barely enough energy to drag myself to bed. Ack....well golly, yesterday.......I felt heinous, and by last evening all I could do is puke, and shit........and puke.....and try to rid myself of a fever. The joys of illness! I hurt........omg, I hurt! It's fun when you live by yourself and your sicker then a freaking dog.......every time I had to stand up, I cried because I was so sore I couldn't move..and I desperately wanted a handmaiden to take care me........wah. So no food on my agenda today, just the thought.....ugh. Blah! Last time I was this sick was about two years ago.....without the pukefest. Ugh.....
Hmmmmm, last Monday I had to cover for a sick employee he couldn't finish his shift......sick boy. Well you know how that goes......I've been fighting it all week.....I'd get home from work and pass out with barely enough energy to drag myself to bed. Ack....well golly, yesterday.......I felt heinous, and by last evening all I could do is puke, and shit........and puke.....and try to rid myself of a fever. The joys of illness! I hurt........omg, I hurt! It's fun when you live by yourself and your sicker then a freaking dog.......every time I had to stand up, I cried because I was so sore I couldn't move..and I desperately wanted a handmaiden to take care me........wah. So no food on my agenda today, just the thought.....ugh. Blah! Last time I was this sick was about two years ago.....without the pukefest. Ugh.....
Friday, April 11, 2003
Thursday, April 10, 2003
As Good as it Gets? Shoot me!
All the stress of this past few days is comfortably nestled in my shoulders and neck........I've been wincing periodically from the pain, at this point I resemble Quasimodo having an orgasm, no less. If you feel it's necessary to say the wrong thing to me......you'll regret it....(cos, nothin could possibly be right, right?). I will say.... I did have a much better perspective today, less bitchy, more....mellow. The crossroads that brought me to this blogging phenomenon continues and progresses. I am an admitted neurotic......but, I think I've got a grip on it now, my insanity.....LOL, kinda ;) Anyhoo, I will be turning 39 soon and I took inventory of my life and it fucking depressed the hell of me. Jesus, the measure of my life could added up in inches!
SWF: I smoke, I drink, I struggle with my self depreciating neurosis daily. I have two cats: Ruby & Sophie who will most likely eat me upon my death, joy. I'm bankrupt and emotionally inept. I wish my hair was longer, I wish I'd stayed in college and I want to believe there is a God, but, yanno......... I'm not totally fucking sure of anything, let alone a God I do know that I'm quite fond of the word 'Fuck' much to my mother's dismay. I'm over opinionated and gosh if my opinions don't mean squat in the grand scheme of things! I have no children and it's looking meek as my inner time clock has been confused since it's first day light savings time (fricken time travel, yeah....mmhmm). I over analyze things of little relevance and ignore taking action on anything that might make me happy. I love Beer. It shows on my ass and gut.....(sexxy!).....a good laugh = great orgasm (me-ow) and most importantly I walk the talk..heh!!!
LOVE ME NOW!
I'm a little aggressive when I want something I know is bad for me. I put faith in what I can do, and do it fucking well, when I'm in the mood, sometimes............um....yeah. I have known love.....*splat* I know of Loss......mmkay.......right at this moment I'm experiencing a mental Jihad, yo!
"Wake up Neo......." I'm quite fond of rabbits........*burp*.......(I hate long winded blog posts)....LOL! Mmmmkay, I wanna be adored. I freak people out, hehe. I don't and won't drive, ever. Eye, I and um......me, insane. Employed at same job for past 7 years and um.....blah, needing a change. What's this thing called sex? (OMFG) help. OBO
LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Winning combo if I say so myself.....!!!! LOL!
Feedback appreciated! LOL!
All the stress of this past few days is comfortably nestled in my shoulders and neck........I've been wincing periodically from the pain, at this point I resemble Quasimodo having an orgasm, no less. If you feel it's necessary to say the wrong thing to me......you'll regret it....(cos, nothin could possibly be right, right?). I will say.... I did have a much better perspective today, less bitchy, more....mellow. The crossroads that brought me to this blogging phenomenon continues and progresses. I am an admitted neurotic......but, I think I've got a grip on it now, my insanity.....LOL, kinda ;) Anyhoo, I will be turning 39 soon and I took inventory of my life and it fucking depressed the hell of me. Jesus, the measure of my life could added up in inches!
SWF: I smoke, I drink, I struggle with my self depreciating neurosis daily. I have two cats: Ruby & Sophie who will most likely eat me upon my death, joy. I'm bankrupt and emotionally inept. I wish my hair was longer, I wish I'd stayed in college and I want to believe there is a God, but, yanno......... I'm not totally fucking sure of anything, let alone a God I do know that I'm quite fond of the word 'Fuck' much to my mother's dismay. I'm over opinionated and gosh if my opinions don't mean squat in the grand scheme of things! I have no children and it's looking meek as my inner time clock has been confused since it's first day light savings time (fricken time travel, yeah....mmhmm). I over analyze things of little relevance and ignore taking action on anything that might make me happy. I love Beer. It shows on my ass and gut.....(sexxy!).....a good laugh = great orgasm (me-ow) and most importantly I walk the talk..heh!!!
LOVE ME NOW!
I'm a little aggressive when I want something I know is bad for me. I put faith in what I can do, and do it fucking well, when I'm in the mood, sometimes............um....yeah. I have known love.....*splat* I know of Loss......mmkay.......right at this moment I'm experiencing a mental Jihad, yo!
"Wake up Neo......." I'm quite fond of rabbits........*burp*.......(I hate long winded blog posts)....LOL! Mmmmkay, I wanna be adored. I freak people out, hehe. I don't and won't drive, ever. Eye, I and um......me, insane. Employed at same job for past 7 years and um.....blah, needing a change. What's this thing called sex? (OMFG) help. OBO
LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Winning combo if I say so myself.....!!!! LOL!
Feedback appreciated! LOL!
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
snarf
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!
Feelings: numb
Mood: pissy, fucking pissy............what the fuck are you looking at? :/
Fucking Fonzi is the voice over for Hollywood Squares right now........Jump the Shark.....um...humped the Shark, methink.
Color: fucking puce.
Hate: arrrrrrrrrgh
Basically today sucked ass.......blah.......I feel everything I am: paging Dr. Phil.......hewwo?
Methinks me go snap soon! And I don't wanna believe that I will die alone and continue to live this fucking Ground Hogs Day.....over and over..........
Feelings: numb
Mood: pissy, fucking pissy............what the fuck are you looking at? :/
Fucking Fonzi is the voice over for Hollywood Squares right now........Jump the Shark.....um...humped the Shark, methink.
Color: fucking puce.
Hate: arrrrrrrrrgh
Basically today sucked ass.......blah.......I feel everything I am: paging Dr. Phil.......hewwo?
Methinks me go snap soon! And I don't wanna believe that I will die alone and continue to live this fucking Ground Hogs Day.....over and over..........
Golly!
So it appears that the military has taken Baghdad. Rumors of Saddam hiding, Saddam dead, and my favorite Saddam & Satan. Now on the bood tube I watch as they strategize on how to remove a Saddam Statue. We have control of the T.V. stations, we are liberators.....maybe now Iraq will experience the sheer joy of American Idol. I say, show them the Cher Farewell Concert a perfect example of American decadance.........wooohooo......you to will now have the opportunity to wear wigs and shake your menapausal groove thang. Iraq will love the upcoming liberties of Democracy, as we in the US smack each other around for disagreeing with each other, by the grace of our excellent military.......Iraqi's will now have the same power to Black List the Dixie Chicks if they so want. God bless us everyone.
Well they just toppled the Statue, and I watch how the people rejoice and dance on that bitch's grave. Saddam's regime go splat!!
So it appears that the military has taken Baghdad. Rumors of Saddam hiding, Saddam dead, and my favorite Saddam & Satan. Now on the bood tube I watch as they strategize on how to remove a Saddam Statue. We have control of the T.V. stations, we are liberators.....maybe now Iraq will experience the sheer joy of American Idol. I say, show them the Cher Farewell Concert a perfect example of American decadance.........wooohooo......you to will now have the opportunity to wear wigs and shake your menapausal groove thang. Iraq will love the upcoming liberties of Democracy, as we in the US smack each other around for disagreeing with each other, by the grace of our excellent military.......Iraqi's will now have the same power to Black List the Dixie Chicks if they so want. God bless us everyone.
Well they just toppled the Statue, and I watch how the people rejoice and dance on that bitch's grave. Saddam's regime go splat!!
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
I have Arts Walk in two plus weeks.
This is kinda the last blow out as my mother is moving her store from downtown and I'm really sick of my old stuff so I've been working day and night, yesterday I felt crazy......twas cool because I ended up working all day at the Bookstore due to illnesses, and I really wanted to be home working......I just started laughing hysterically, for no reason.......muah haha......k, I gotta get back to work......must.....crrrrrrrrrrrreaate!
This is kinda the last blow out as my mother is moving her store from downtown and I'm really sick of my old stuff so I've been working day and night, yesterday I felt crazy......twas cool because I ended up working all day at the Bookstore due to illnesses, and I really wanted to be home working......I just started laughing hysterically, for no reason.......muah haha......k, I gotta get back to work......must.....crrrrrrrrrrrreaate!
Sunday, April 06, 2003
Coflame
InBloomNoMoreSushi
Raw, pure emotion.....War=Raw Rock n' Roll=Raw. The most purist forms of expression seen through eyes, not our own. David Bloom died today serving his country and should be decorated with full colors as a tribute. Mr. Bloom did not die of Enemy fire and or friendly fire. He died of a pulmonary embolism in his lungs. This dude put his fucking balls on the line for the story, he asked the hard questions, he rode with the troops and experience enemy fire.......he gave empathy to the soldiers, put himself out in the sheer misery of War and shared it with us, sharing hell, ty. He was a father of three and an adored husband. War is hard enough without having to die from freakin natural circumstances. Peace be with the dude, and from the bottom of our 1st amendment rights, Thank You!
In other News.....
Kurt Cobain died 9 years ago this week.....yeah he died by his own hand with no regard for his craft, only his own raw pain.......walk a mile in another mans shoes, no thank you.
In life, when given the opportunity all risks should be weighed and taken if at all possible. All creativity, shared, full on. These men gave us both. The willingness of Bloom to risk the horrors of being on the front line and the raw; pure emotion of Cobain's lyrics.
Humans are just a *blip* on the map of the world, some of us share and show us the highs and lows of our humanities and enrich our lives, most of us listen and watch in awe, dare we ever challenge our souls, dare we put our selves out there for public opinion. I say.........(apprehensively)...do it. If you want to face the fire....do it and live through it......or not.......it's all about choice. Make music, be the poetry........all the fucking Highs and Lows, this ain't no god damned rehearsal, do what you want....but, when your doin' it, what you want, do it with fucking honesty, burn yerself out.......flicker and shine......Bloom & grow, forever.......LOL ;) *SpLaT*
Back to the apprehensive part, I say this only to those who think they know their mind. We are all solitary beings......make the best choice for want you want in life. I KNOW my mind, and I'm sure both these men knew their minds. Dew, do, doot! As my Eyes might say.......just 'Be'.......as my Leftside might say.......:"There once was a girl from Nantucket..
..",
Fashion Statement du jour: Cupie wears on heart on a sleeve...........news@11..............
Thanks and come again! ***flicks, bic.****
Raw, pure emotion.....War=Raw Rock n' Roll=Raw. The most purist forms of expression seen through eyes, not our own. David Bloom died today serving his country and should be decorated with full colors as a tribute. Mr. Bloom did not die of Enemy fire and or friendly fire. He died of a pulmonary embolism in his lungs. This dude put his fucking balls on the line for the story, he asked the hard questions, he rode with the troops and experience enemy fire.......he gave empathy to the soldiers, put himself out in the sheer misery of War and shared it with us, sharing hell, ty. He was a father of three and an adored husband. War is hard enough without having to die from freakin natural circumstances. Peace be with the dude, and from the bottom of our 1st amendment rights, Thank You!
In other News.....
Kurt Cobain died 9 years ago this week.....yeah he died by his own hand with no regard for his craft, only his own raw pain.......walk a mile in another mans shoes, no thank you.
In life, when given the opportunity all risks should be weighed and taken if at all possible. All creativity, shared, full on. These men gave us both. The willingness of Bloom to risk the horrors of being on the front line and the raw; pure emotion of Cobain's lyrics.
Humans are just a *blip* on the map of the world, some of us share and show us the highs and lows of our humanities and enrich our lives, most of us listen and watch in awe, dare we ever challenge our souls, dare we put our selves out there for public opinion. I say.........(apprehensively)...do it. If you want to face the fire....do it and live through it......or not.......it's all about choice. Make music, be the poetry........all the fucking Highs and Lows, this ain't no god damned rehearsal, do what you want....but, when your doin' it, what you want, do it with fucking honesty, burn yerself out.......flicker and shine......Bloom & grow, forever.......LOL ;) *SpLaT*
Back to the apprehensive part, I say this only to those who think they know their mind. We are all solitary beings......make the best choice for want you want in life. I KNOW my mind, and I'm sure both these men knew their minds. Dew, do, doot! As my Eyes might say.......just 'Be'.......as my Leftside might say.......:"There once was a girl from Nantucket..
..", Fashion Statement du jour: Cupie wears on heart on a sleeve...........news@11..............
Thanks and come again! ***flicks, bic.****
Saturday, April 05, 2003
Droppings of Mass Destruction
Once upon a time in a bookstore near you, (kinda) a store manager was resolved to the fact that she and she alone would have to receive the shipment this particular Friday, as she was kind enough to give the kid who usually receives the shipment the day off. He's a good kid a deserves a Friday off to see his favorite band AFI. The kid made me listen to them one night when he gave me a ride home. My first thought was Ronnie James Dio, and assorted wailing 80's hairband. I thought "wtf is this retro shit?"......being only 19 he disagreed. I tease the kid enough with his damn lip ring, which he has yet to explain why he'd want a metal object hanging from his lip. I cannot imagine a chick would get any stimulation from a hoop ring hanging on the side of a lip. For whatever aesthetic reasons, he loves it & AFI and I am officially old. Anyhoo, he had the day off and I had to open all the boxes by myself.
My morning was uneventful, I finished up some paperwork, helped some customers find their selections and listened to the Mariners on the radio. Altogether not a bad morning, until........Dun dUn dunnnnnnn......my receiving door bell went....brrrrrrrrrrrrg! I excused my self from the ladies that were vying for my attention and went to let the delivery guy in. Delivering anything to my store is a major chore, the mall is old and in order to get to my 'delivery' door these poor men have to go through a labrynth of halls and through the mall it's self to get to me. So I try to be nice when they do finally get there.
The delivery guy was huge, I don't recall seeing him before but he knew the gig and promptly set to work unloading, I explained I was working alone that morning and asked if he would scan the boxes for me, he obliged. I went back out to the sales floor and continued my customer service and checked on him periodically. The last time I checked all I saw was his dolly and the bathroom door was shut. I guess that's alright to use the bathroom of the business your delivering too, I wouldn't unless it was an emergency. And this dude will never again in my store. When I heard him come out onto the sales floor I went to sign the bill of lading, but apparently he went back into the back room, which I would have anyways to verify the shipment. I opened the back room door......a the stink of a thousand deaths filled the room...........OMFG........I choked first and then gagged. All he says is......there ya go mam, sign here. My eyes watering I couldn't even look him in the face, I stopped breathing, I took the bill and signed it looking only at his jeans which were fucking filthy!!! Ewww.
He left and I immediately ran back out to the sales floor in hopes to give the back room time to air out. After a few minutes passed I returned to the back room and thought I should turn the fan on in the bathroom as it still reeked of his um......shit. I can't imagine what the bastard ate. I opened the bathroom door......(not breathing) and looked at the toilet. It was muther fucking filthy......he's god damn ass was dirty filthy...omg fucking eh.......splat. I was shocked and grossed out beyond anything before......I gagged and this time almost threw up.......I started spraying hairspray, lit a match or twelve, sprayed the toilet seat with......the hairspray, Windex, and 409. I found carpet cleaner and sprayed that too. I now fully realise the extent of what Weapons Of Mass Destruction can do to a person.
At 1:00 my assitant showed up and asked me what was wrong as I was sitting at my desk in stunned horror. I told her and showed her the aftermath of this dood's ass droppings. She was taken aback and offered to clean it, which being the good boss I am, said "sure"...lol.....not! I put on the rubber gloves and pretended I was a member of a hsmat team and got to work. I had to spend the rest of the afternoon back there receiving the shipment, I wanted it to smell like a fucking flower!
So there ya have it, shit happens, it was completely horrific and I may never recover, but I got the shipment opened and the Mariners won, so the day wasn't a complete loss. Oy!
Once upon a time in a bookstore near you, (kinda) a store manager was resolved to the fact that she and she alone would have to receive the shipment this particular Friday, as she was kind enough to give the kid who usually receives the shipment the day off. He's a good kid a deserves a Friday off to see his favorite band AFI. The kid made me listen to them one night when he gave me a ride home. My first thought was Ronnie James Dio, and assorted wailing 80's hairband. I thought "wtf is this retro shit?"......being only 19 he disagreed. I tease the kid enough with his damn lip ring, which he has yet to explain why he'd want a metal object hanging from his lip. I cannot imagine a chick would get any stimulation from a hoop ring hanging on the side of a lip. For whatever aesthetic reasons, he loves it & AFI and I am officially old. Anyhoo, he had the day off and I had to open all the boxes by myself.
My morning was uneventful, I finished up some paperwork, helped some customers find their selections and listened to the Mariners on the radio. Altogether not a bad morning, until........Dun dUn dunnnnnnn......my receiving door bell went....brrrrrrrrrrrrg! I excused my self from the ladies that were vying for my attention and went to let the delivery guy in. Delivering anything to my store is a major chore, the mall is old and in order to get to my 'delivery' door these poor men have to go through a labrynth of halls and through the mall it's self to get to me. So I try to be nice when they do finally get there.
The delivery guy was huge, I don't recall seeing him before but he knew the gig and promptly set to work unloading, I explained I was working alone that morning and asked if he would scan the boxes for me, he obliged. I went back out to the sales floor and continued my customer service and checked on him periodically. The last time I checked all I saw was his dolly and the bathroom door was shut. I guess that's alright to use the bathroom of the business your delivering too, I wouldn't unless it was an emergency. And this dude will never again in my store. When I heard him come out onto the sales floor I went to sign the bill of lading, but apparently he went back into the back room, which I would have anyways to verify the shipment. I opened the back room door......a the stink of a thousand deaths filled the room...........OMFG........I choked first and then gagged. All he says is......there ya go mam, sign here. My eyes watering I couldn't even look him in the face, I stopped breathing, I took the bill and signed it looking only at his jeans which were fucking filthy!!! Ewww.
He left and I immediately ran back out to the sales floor in hopes to give the back room time to air out. After a few minutes passed I returned to the back room and thought I should turn the fan on in the bathroom as it still reeked of his um......shit. I can't imagine what the bastard ate. I opened the bathroom door......(not breathing) and looked at the toilet. It was muther fucking filthy......he's god damn ass was dirty filthy...omg fucking eh.......splat. I was shocked and grossed out beyond anything before......I gagged and this time almost threw up.......I started spraying hairspray, lit a match or twelve, sprayed the toilet seat with......the hairspray, Windex, and 409. I found carpet cleaner and sprayed that too. I now fully realise the extent of what Weapons Of Mass Destruction can do to a person.
At 1:00 my assitant showed up and asked me what was wrong as I was sitting at my desk in stunned horror. I told her and showed her the aftermath of this dood's ass droppings. She was taken aback and offered to clean it, which being the good boss I am, said "sure"...lol.....not! I put on the rubber gloves and pretended I was a member of a hsmat team and got to work. I had to spend the rest of the afternoon back there receiving the shipment, I wanted it to smell like a fucking flower!
So there ya have it, shit happens, it was completely horrific and I may never recover, but I got the shipment opened and the Mariners won, so the day wasn't a complete loss. Oy!
Friday, April 04, 2003
Thursday, April 03, 2003
Can't think, just the facts mam.......what facts? Mam, just the fact.....*SpLat*
BrainFart!
Day: Thursday
What I say today: A freakin Rainbow.
How I feel right now: Broke, bitchy (e.g. fuck it all mode/mood) Yo, Adrian.
Color: Red
Food: Salad, fucking salad.
Drink: Riesling
Smell my finger?: um.....heh.
Mariners: (W)yippppeeeeeee!
War: In Baghdad, have Airport, rescued POW safe & recovering, Edder Vedder played with a Bush mask, bad Eddie....conciliation prize: You have every right to do what you did, more power bitch, but the thing is...your now on the black ball list with The Dixie Chicks , Peter Arnett and hey, hey...Geraldo. Ain't it fun being American??? WoooHoooOOOo! Eddie..next time you play with Bush, practice safe speech..mmmkay.
American EYEdoll: Cory Clark busted, no contestant voted off. What a stupid mother fucker......but sponsors get a WIN, not losing a week of advertisement. Good ol American commerce. Pssssst.....I wanna shag that Simon fella........alrighty.
Hans Blix: Quite his day job.
Day: Thursday
What I say today: A freakin Rainbow.
How I feel right now: Broke, bitchy (e.g. fuck it all mode/mood) Yo, Adrian.
Color: Red
Food: Salad, fucking salad.
Drink: Riesling
Smell my finger?: um.....heh.
Mariners: (W)yippppeeeeeee!
War: In Baghdad, have Airport, rescued POW safe & recovering, Edder Vedder played with a Bush mask, bad Eddie....conciliation prize: You have every right to do what you did, more power bitch, but the thing is...your now on the black ball list with The Dixie Chicks , Peter Arnett and hey, hey...Geraldo. Ain't it fun being American??? WoooHoooOOOo! Eddie..next time you play with Bush, practice safe speech..mmmkay.
American EYEdoll: Cory Clark busted, no contestant voted off. What a stupid mother fucker......but sponsors get a WIN, not losing a week of advertisement. Good ol American commerce. Pssssst.....I wanna shag that Simon fella........alrighty.
Hans Blix: Quite his day job.
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
Streak O' Rebellion
I'm in a very "fuck it all" mood......not in a 'woe is moi' way, more in a Rock N' Roll way. I could get my ass into to trouble when I'm in this mindset. But I've found that when I'm on a creative streak, I'm oh so very haphazard like. It's a sassy, bitchy and somewhat confrontational mood in which I feel so indestructive....*can't touch dis...*, smack em up, flip em, rub em down mood. Methinks it's sexual frustration. Dangerous mode to be in. So, in lieu of fucking the greater seattle area, I create, and should be doing so now.......cause......I have to create. Good God, I'm off to create.
I'm in a very "fuck it all" mood......not in a 'woe is moi' way, more in a Rock N' Roll way. I could get my ass into to trouble when I'm in this mindset. But I've found that when I'm on a creative streak, I'm oh so very haphazard like. It's a sassy, bitchy and somewhat confrontational mood in which I feel so indestructive....*can't touch dis...*, smack em up, flip em, rub em down mood. Methinks it's sexual frustration. Dangerous mode to be in. So, in lieu of fucking the greater seattle area, I create, and should be doing so now.......cause......I have to create. Good God, I'm off to create.
Tuesday, April 01, 2003
Here it is
Peter Arnett should not have been fired. He should have been demoted to the Hollywood beat with all of the other "kill em' with kindness" freaks. I wasn't aware of a protocol in how the news is delivered during times of war. But then again, he was hired by what is deemed by the conspiracy ladened 'right', NBC and National Geographic, Liberals, blasted fucking LIBERALS. He was just expressing his opinion, which is what we're allowed to do here in America. I guess it's different during war. And Jesus, fucking Geraldo had to get some 'headline' time in, what an ass. Posers, I wanna smack them around, blah. (Strikes a pose)
Peter Arnett should not have been fired. He should have been demoted to the Hollywood beat with all of the other "kill em' with kindness" freaks. I wasn't aware of a protocol in how the news is delivered during times of war. But then again, he was hired by what is deemed by the conspiracy ladened 'right', NBC and National Geographic, Liberals, blasted fucking LIBERALS. He was just expressing his opinion, which is what we're allowed to do here in America. I guess it's different during war. And Jesus, fucking Geraldo had to get some 'headline' time in, what an ass. Posers, I wanna smack them around, blah. (Strikes a pose)
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