Horseradish = Beautiful pain

It ain't Burroughs but....

“Suddenly I felt bleak, oddly depressed. It took a moment for me to realize that one of Meyer’s recent lectures on international standards of living was all too well remembered.”

“... so divide everything into two hundred million equal parts . Everything in this country that is fabricated. Steel mills, speedboats, cross country power lines, scalpels, watch bands, fish rods, ski poles, plywood, storage batteries, everything. Break it down into basic raw materials and then compute the power requirements and the fossil fuels needed to make everybody’s share in this country. Know what happens if you apply that formula to all the peoples of all the other nations of the world?”
“You come up with a bleak fact Travis. There is not enough material on and in the planet to ever give them what we’re used to. The emerging nations are not going to emerge - not into our pattern at least. Not ever. We’ve hogged it all. Technology won’t come up with a way to crowd the Yangtze River with (sleek, high powered speedboats).
“It was OK Travis, when the world couldn’t see us consuming and consuming. Or hear us. Or taste some of our wares. But communication by cinema, satellite, radio, television tape, these have been like a light coming on slowly, being turned up like a rheostat control in a dark cellar where all of mankind used to live. Now it is blinding bright, cruelly bright. And they can all look over into our corner and see us gorging ourselves and playing with our bright pretty toys. And so they want theirs now. Just like ours, God help them. And what is the only thing we can say? ‘Sorry, You’re a little too late. We used it all up all except what we need to keep our toys in repair and running and to replace them when they wear out. Sorry, but that’s the way it is.’ What comes after that? Barbarism, an interregnum, a new dark ages, and another start a a thousand years from now with a few million people on the planet? Our myth has been that our standard of living would become available to all the peoples of the world. Myths wear thin. We have a visceral appreciation of the truth. That truth, which we don’t dare announce to the world, is what gives us the guilt and shame and the despair. Nobody in the world will ever live as well materially, as we once did. And now as our materialism begins to sicken us, it is precisely what the emerging nations want for themselves. And can never have. Brazil might manage it. But no one else.”
John MacDonald “The Scarlet Ruse” 1973

Oh happy, happy XMAS.

Oh I am a beast

Well I did me some papering and if I don’t get my coveted A it will mean that I have gone insane w/out realizing and made no sense a’tall for 14 pages. Last night I was so very happily relieved and today I am bitch ugly and want to drink and fight.
So, if you run into me somewhere tonight, (because I now want no part of socializing and that just seems like a really good reason to force myself) and I seem a little buzzed, it’s probably best to just swallow any pride and be conciliatory to me. I have a bad habit of being a REALLY happy drunk until without warning I become extraordinarily vicious. Lon Chaney eat your heart out.

PS No moralizing required, as when these things happen I always hurt myself somehow, and usually pretty badly. It’s like perfect karma in a bottle.

Shucks and sucks

I am writing a paper, between today and Friday. It gets all, you get none. Even my earworms are all just me lately, so no loss there.
I am, however, verging, all up on, my 1st, vanity press, chap style, poetry book. So that probably gets next priority, probably over us.
Oh, and parties, I have decided that I am, w/out fail, going to every single party, dinner and lunch I am invited to this year. So far one lame party and one, fun happy hour friends band viewing, down, 8 parties and dinners, 3 anticipated lunches to go. I am in DESPERATE need of socialization. I am so very striking some hot iron before the bucket dip.

ooo I feel so dirty

I don't know who I'm stealing bandwidth from, but I got to be online with one teeny, tiny, mystery bar @ work!

AM Earworm

Can’t tell ya the name, can’t tell ya the people. But, the partial lyrics keep going in my head
“This is it, make no mistake where you are (something)
This is it, the waiting is over
This is it, blah, blah, something horrible
Get back on my shoulder?”

I don’t know, but it’s accompanied by an awful visual as well. Guy (whitey, white, white) sitting earnestly on a singing stool, maybe he has guitar in hand. Generic medium brown hair, generic shoulder length to say “I’m cool but do note it’s combed-ness and generic cleanly shine, I’m not frightening your mom at all”. Damned ubiquitous 70’s brushy mustache. One of those Godforsaken faded denim suits, maybe a couple of brown leather patches on the sport coat part. All in all, the ultimate subliminal nightmare of the gen x-er.
Luckily something I saw on the net first thing, brought up Shriekback, who are industriously trying to shove him off, stage left.

Whoops

Did anyone else notice that all things Google just died for something like 15 minutes to a half an hour?

Tis the season

For an awful lot of family friendly television. While I know this is a day late and a dollar short, as they rerun a bunch of “family classics”, here are my thoughts on one.
As much as I adore you Johnny Depp (and that is fairly embarrassing, as I don’t generally play the celebrity game), this time you fail. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory completely bites. Because I may love you, but you know who I love more? Both Roald Dahl and Gene Wilder.
And by the way,
There is no need to edit out the drug references from Willy Wonka, (Family Channel). I saw this, in the theater, at age 7 and did not jump from the mast of any tre jolie boats into a chocolate river and die because I thought I could fly.

Ah youth

Just before I woke up I was doing the locomotion, quite loudly and with lots of the “you got to swing your hips now” part, down Miller Ave. from the west towards the bakery. The slush was making it more fun to do and the neighbors were chagrined.

AM earworm
Do The Locomotion - Definitely the Little Eva version

More Avoid-dance

So while I’m NOT working on my paper (The Duty Of Dissent), or my final exam, I should finally say something about the blog meltdown we experienced earlier this summer.
In retrospect I think this partially explains it.
I graduated in May. Then there was this crazy, crazy, crazy scene with Uncle Bunny about the moving to Houston, as well as his aide going kookoopuffs whackjob. Suddenly I had to completely step in and finish this weird karmic thing we have had in this huge burst of total frenzy-ness. (If you notice he left on August 9th). And the band kinda fell apart too.
And suddenly my identities were gone.
This thing with Uncle Bunny had been going on over 10 years. The skool thing was really intense for 3 years and I REALLY identified with being the great and wonderful Oz, I mean student.
So I just think I had a bit of a blind sided, dis-corporation. I am all incorporated now. Knock on a polyvinyl or whatever keyboard...
And if anyone is curious, Uncle Bunny claims to be doing OK, despite getting there just in time for the crazy hurricane and no power for something like 14 days.

Yes it’s true

We have rolled over the old odometer. I was trying to see if I could suddenly manufacture the necessary 22 more posts to match 999 to the 9999. I knew that was an automatic fail though...
So, am I going to have to assume that somewhere around 3000 of those hits are actually me?

AM Earworms

The Great Mandala - Peter, Paul and Mary
I can’t tell you how much I have wanted to cover this song. I tried like hell to get Quatro Veda to. Apparently it was “too hard” (meaning, I think, someone else’s therefore uninteresting). I had to write my own protest songs to get them to play them.

No really, who is the asshole here?

Opinions:
Me or the other?

Neighbor leaves cat out all day. It’s low 20’s, windy and blowing snow. I am talking about all day, since before 10am and it’s now 9pm. Still not home.

I just spent about an hour putting together a weird little shelter on the porch, bringing out food and water, trying to call the persons number and when not getting a call back, calling animal rescue to find out what the cat’s needs were likely to be. (Turns out there is no law saying you have to have a shelter for your outdoor cat. That sucks balls). Walking over to the “friend/SO’s” house to see if they were home and could let the cat in, NOT.
The cat was crying and climbing up the screen door!
Oh and also tried to call the neighbor who cat sits it.

But really, am I just totally a control freak who is so overstepping here?

Edit: The cat sitter called and gave me the authority and a code to let her in. So I grabbed all my crazy stuff and took it back home. Now I have my yard-sale cat carrier all scrubbed out and nice for my cats, so that is bonus, to get me off my ass to do that.

New link whoopty-ness

As always, I actually know this person, as well as that he’s a pal. Please welcome to the blogroll “Dissociated Press”.-------->

Hmmm....

Iffen you know someone.
I guess it’s semiofficial. I guess we’re looking for a bass player or a keyboard player that can handle both sides like the Doors, or both.
Our bass player started shrinking and shrinking until now he has just sort of disappeared....
I’m starting to feel like Spinal Tap.

Triumph of the fat girl

“Oh my god aren’t you freezing?”
“Are you going out like that?”
“It’s so cold in here, aren’t you cold?”
“You’re kidding. You’re walking home in a sweater?”
“arrrgghh I’m fucking freezing.”
“hurry up and get the door open”
“Don’t you think we should let the car warm up for awhile?”

Or as Mom used to say - “put a sweater on, I’m cold”

To which I say “HA bitches, just wait till the food runs out too”.

This mornings dream was brought to you by communism

As I was waking up, I was dreaming that “they” were trying to develop Karl Marx’s brand identity. Therefore they were having me look at all these KM logos and polling me for my opinion.