AM Earworm

Vibrator Dependent - Mojo Nixon
("She's vibrator dependant
Don't want me in it
Says I don'tmake the right noise")
Unfortunately Living On a Prayer keeps sneaking in and through as well.

I have been thinking about Mojo quite a bit for about two weeks now. I even went so far as to Wiki him last week. Skid Roper as well. I feel like something is up with him. Maybe he will stop promoting/imbibing alcohol as much and return to his mushroom maniac roots and make a comeback. When I licked him, (yeah you heard me) he was still the old Mojo. Later when I saw him again I was dismayed at his whole set being an ad for booze. Too much playing for the college crowd I suspect. I had no more desire to lick him 'cause when booze comes through the skin, it’s HORRIBLE!

Am earworms

A strange medley of Punchinella, Barbarella, Exodus and the Jonny Quest incidental music.
Which is weird, but far superior to the incessant song phrase “I’m a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride, and I’m wanted, dead or alive” which has been absolutely torturing me for days and days now. And to make it worse, because it is SUCH a decroded piece of crap, I only know that tiny bit. I don’t want to know more about it (Oliver seems to think it’s Whitesnake) so I dasn’t look it up in any way, but I am then stuck with the one phrase repeating over, and over, and over, and over, and over. So bring on the movie and cartoon theme and incidental music because otherwise I may have to finally kill myself. Didn’t they speculate that Schuman jumped in the river because (among other things) he had a constant E playing in his ear?

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.

Can’t focus, need chocolate

• The student 'zine apparently now hates me, they print only one, of my worst poems, each time. I’m starting to feel patronized.

• Perhaps we shall hear the pitter of little patters? The vet has spoken that Little ghee likely needs a boy toy. We begin a searing and painful search this week.

• Thursday, Thursday, Thursday. Last day before holiday break. Christ you know it ain’t easy....

• I think I’m a senior Betty.

• Chilean Sea Bass. Lightly panfried, HOT PAN, after rolling in herbs, spices and flour then baked at 500, HOT PAN, for 6 minutes = Frickin’ totally fabulous.

• (A • C) ~ (C v A) write a truth table for that! (You only need 4 lines).

• Thursday, Thursday, Thursday. Kant vs. Mill in the battle of the centuries, @ the my brain arena, blood WILL spill. (Probably from my ears).

• The Eye Of The Sybil by Phillip K. Dick, soon to join Ridley Walker by Russell Hoban, in “The Best Things College Has Exposed Me To Hall Of Fame”.

I call him so

I attended Mr. Jacob “Shakin’ “ Woods memorial service Sunday. I took Uncle Bunny as he has known Mr. Woods as well.
It was not very elaborate, yet very well attended as one would naturally predict. There was a lot of his family there which was really very nice. The main “host” was Keith Hafner. He is not my cuppa tea whatsoever. Very, very, Xtian.

I saw many, many people that I haven’t seen in years. Including one person I hadn’t seen in about 30 years. I also saw the usual parade of human behavior which I (naturally) will kvetch about.

What is it about such an occasion that makes many people act so weirdly? They either make it all about themselves or all about God. It’s as if they can’t focus on the dead at all. I overheard much social “jockeying”. The whole “I am actually important here” thing.

I also have to notice that Jo Mathis excluded my interview from M-Live because it was a real story about real street life (which is where Mr. Woods spent his reality) and the real Mr. Woods. It was not some sanitized, charmed up, version of how some shopkeeper imagined his life to be. It was about how Mr. Woods saved my ass from a serial rapist late one night around ‘79 because one of the things he did was look out for the little, lost, kids. This is why Mr. Woods knew that anything he needed or wanted, if I had it to give, was his. Not the least of which is the title of Mister.