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Comin' up on 23 years, 23 stony grey steps t'wards the grave, you know, the box. [13 Mar 2004|03:39pm]
[ mood | feelin' of brief mortality ]
[ music | tell it like it is, D-Wayne. ]

Happy existential crisis oh-my-fucking-god-how-can-I-be-this-old-and-still-a-slacker day to me! *forlorn noisemaker tweet*

Still no supernatural powers. Robert Anton Wilson lied to me.

Edited to add: by the way, if someone you don't know has friended your LJ, maybe you ought to look at their userinfo. See if it looks familiar at all. *cough*

got a blue moon in your eyes

Walter Koenig smiled at me. [08 Mar 2004|09:19am]
[ mood | satisfied ]
[ music | Gunjan :: Nachle Nachle ]

Highlights from Megacon: )

The independent press strip of tables is the place to be, mamis y papis. I'm so proud to have been a part, even in such a small way, of a group of people so possessed by a vision, by a love of the medium and of making stuff theirownselves that they have to make their own comics. These are people who don't need crappy homemade silkscreen messenger bag patches to tell the world that they're hardcore DIYers -- they have something better. They have Art.

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Okay, one last thing before the 8th. [29 Feb 2004|09:43pm]
O Captain! My Captain! You was ROBBED!

...But at least Dad and all the other Tolkien-Americans out there are happy.
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Love the children, learn to live with everything [26 Feb 2004|05:17pm]
[ mood | just sad, that's all ]
[ music | Princess Superstar :: Untouchable Part 2 ]

No more whining from me until after the 8th, I promise.

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To the fucking moon, Alice. [25 Feb 2004|06:31pm]
On top of every other damn thing I have to deal with this week, the woman whose car I hit TWO YEARS AGO is filing a claim of bodily injury against me. When I hit this woman, TWO YEARS AGO, her car came away with less damage than mine did, and according to the (incredibly kind, angels bless him and all his kin) officer on the scene, she couldn't possibly have been hurt in the impact, considering the angle at which I struck her and where. Of course, I should've known, remembering the Dame Kiri Te Kanawa-shaming high Wagnerian performance she was giving at the time (you know, TWO YEARS AGO). I never heard such a wailing and gnashing of teeth, and remember, I'm a Southern Baptist revival season refugee.

Mom says she's probably either lost her job or her husband's left her and she's trying to scrape together some cash any way she can. What, honest prostitution's too good for her? Either way she's screwing a stranger, at least that way it'd be face-to-face.
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I got funk, you got soul, we got everybody [25 Feb 2004|04:09pm]
[ music | Stardust :: Music Sounds Better With You ]

The next cracker-ass twerp who sounds off in my hearing about how rap/R&B/hip-hop/you know, that savage darkie jungle rhythm stuff isn't really music is getting strapped to a chair and being auditorily re-educated until they are willing to accept Jill Scott as their lord and savior. Lady and savior. Whatever.

The most obnoxious recent instance of this was bleating about her love for Jimi Hendrix at the same time. What? You think if he was alive he wouldn't be guesting on the next Roots single? As soon as he got done turning Lenny Kravitz over his knee and learning him a good one, anyway.

got a blue moon in your eyes

Tanz mit Dig Dig! [24 Feb 2004|01:53pm]
[ mood | envy, envy like a knife! ]
[ music | Yerba Buena :: Guajira (I <3 U 2 Much) ]

Veering between bile-acidic bitterness that I didn't think of it first and kind of wanting some stickers.

got a blue moon in your eyes

Hey, X-fangirls: I got LOGAN WANG spam in my inbox. You know you're jealous. [22 Feb 2004|09:57am]
[ mood | dichotomous ]
[ music | A3 :: Reachin' ]

They could really make a lot of money manufacturing these, or at least by selling the concept to Dell or something. There's only so much you can do to hide everything without making it impossible to get to -- it'd be nice if the big boys offered people some more elegant choices.

Also, Nader? Way to be That Guy. You know that saying about knowing when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em...?

Last call for movie posters! Tony, we have three Matrix posters: Morpheus and Trinity, the Angry Old Man in a powerloader, and Neo by his onesies. Let me know if you want any of them. We had an Agent Smith, but one of the projectionists snagged that the second it came down.

We wants it, precious.

I bet this entry could be a little more disjointed, but you know, sometimes you just have to stop putting the paint on the canvas and call a piece done.

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And now a selection of songs from the heartland of Coconino County. [19 Feb 2004|04:01pm]
[ mood | strummy ]

I got two heads,
I'm gonna bang my heads together
I got one leg,
I'm gonna hop to heaven's door!
I got three eyes --
I'm gonna pluck one out for Jesus,
And I ain't gonna have no troubles anymore
No, I ain't gonna have no troubles anymore.

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Ah hah, what's that fuss... [18 Feb 2004|10:31pm]
[ mood | deacon-like ]
[ music | King Size :: BWU (Beautiful With You) ]

If the caption to this picture doesn't break your heart, you're a soulless jerk and you need to stop reading me now because I don't like you. (I know I'm preaching to the choir on this one, but still.)

Jesus. Together for fifty-one years, and they were only able to marry eachother last Thursday. They could have died without it ever happening, and isn't it just pretty to think about what rights the survivor might have had, if any.

This is what I want from gay marriage opponents. I want you to go meet a couple like those two and tell them to their faces you think that they don't deserve the same rights you do. I want you to tell two women who have lived together longer than some of you have even been alive, who by now have known and loved eachother for longer than they haven't, that they don't deserve for the law to recognize them as a married couple, with all the rights and responsibilities that come along with it. I want you to understand that, when you say these things, these are the people you're talking about, emphasis on the word "people".

I want you to know that you're wrong. (I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.)

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Don't you try and talk to me -- I was sleeping sweetly, honey, let the sleeping smart dogs lie [18 Feb 2004|06:35pm]
[ mood | in flux ]
[ music | the sweet sculptural rhythms of Star Trek: Enterprise ]

Today is my first day off in six days straight! *faints* Remind me to tell you the story of the customer who swore at me for no good reason yesterday when I recover.

I'm so damn tired of the jackasses who call here for customer service. Just now I was talking to my folks for the first time in god only knows how long, and the call waiting blipped at me. When I switched over, some rude cow snapped out "Are you a business?"

"...Excuse me, ma'am?"

"I said, are you a business? An internet service provider? Because I have this $128 charge on my debit card and I -- "

Jesus, lady, hold up a minute, does our number look like 1 800 I GIVE A SHIT to you? I appreciate that it must be more than a little troubling to find a charge that size you don't remember incurring on your bill, but would it kill you to maybe find out if you're talking to someone who can do a damn thing about it before you launch into your aria of woe? To say nothing of refined drawing room manners like fucking saying "hello"?

But that's typical customer behavior for you. If work has taught me anything (besides hammering home the fact that all human beings have an innate respect for/fear of people in uniform, even if said uniform is a majestic shade of grape Dimetapp vomit purple) it's that the average American is every bit as stupid, rude, lazy, and fat as people in other countries with more interesting cheeses say they are.

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"What is it, Sebastian? I'm hunting witches." [16 Feb 2004|09:51pm]
[ mood | achy ]
[ music | Poe :: Haunted ]

This is not my beautiful life.

On a less cryptic note, Witch Hunter Robin /= X-Files + Vampire Princess Miyu, as Adult Swim seems to think. Witch Hunter Robin = La Femme Nikita + Hellsing + Room With a View With a Staircase and a Pond. Although the dub cast is like the Ocean's 11 of English-language VAs -- I know I heard Wendee Lee, the dude who does Lupin, and Vash, and possibly Fujiko, the dude who did Alexander in Reign, and the incomparable Beau Billingslea. It was deeply disappointing not to hear David Lucas when Amon opened his sulky mouth, but still.

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Other dancers may be on the floor, dear, but my eyes will see only you! [13 Feb 2004|11:20pm]
[ mood | sway me smooth ]
[ music | Michael Buble :: Sway ]

Paycheck! *kisses it* Happy Friday the 13th to me.

(Other than this song I find Michael Buble to be like Richard Cheese if he were serious, i.e., cornier than pig shit, and his cover of "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" is seriously objectionable, but this one is Kim's favorite for a reason. Mmm.)

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"I like my music HARD and DARK, like my fucking soul!" [11 Feb 2004|10:23pm]
[ mood | crappy ]
[ music | Princess Superstar :: Untouchable Part 1, Part 2 ]

Remind me to scan a page for y'all when Sosa gets my copy of Jill Thompson's Death manga back to me. The fact that she draws Dream as a full-on girly-mon bishounen is funny enough, but what she does to his pants, good LAWD. Way to rock the cock-sock like David Bowie in a Dillinger bio-pic. Is that a physical manifestation of the anthropomorphized creative principle in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

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A day of wrath, that day. [11 Feb 2004|12:26am]
[ mood | convalescent ]
[ music | tweedly-dee Lucky Charms Irish BGM from FFXI ]

Aw crap. I wanted Kawada. )

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Public Service Announcement for the Terminally Self-Pitying: [06 Feb 2004|01:54pm]
[ mood | snappish ]

Valentine's Day only sucks for singles as much as you let it suck. Also, all that weeping and lactating over the sheer unfairness of having one day out of the entire calendar year being devoted to the romanticized concept of love? Might just be why you're sitting home alone with a tub of Chunky Monkey and masturbating to Hugh Grant rom-coms for another lonely year. There are a great many things unsexier than a V-Day whiner, but come February 14th it's hard to remember what they are. Could be all that boo-hooing that's screwing with one's concentration. (No, wait, Kevin Smith mullets. The Ace of Spades in the Deck of Repugnance.)

And hey, some of us are nerve-chewingly smug about our goddamn fantastic relationships all year long -- why confine your petty jealousy tantrums to just the one day?

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All the girls at the party, lookit that body, shakin' that thing like you never did see! [03 Feb 2004|05:51pm]
[ mood | "Janet! JAAAANET!" ]

I believe Dave Chapelle was speaking for us all when he said "C'MOOONNN TITTY!" As the kids say these days, I'd "put it" in "her ass".

got a blue moon in your eyes

King Kong in Cannes on a date with Spider-man [02 Feb 2004|06:54pm]
[ music | Fluke :: Absurd ]

It'd be nice if people who make chick flick action movies found songs besides this one and "Firestarter" for fight scenes. What, doesn't KMFDM sell off their back catalogue anymore after Mortal Kombat?

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Little Red Riding Hood, you sure are lookin' good [02 Feb 2004|06:15pm]
The Christmas color scheme was too Italian!
The Lexual Healing color scheme was too uncoordinated!
But this color scheme is just right, Goldilocks.

(The girl is Ginger Fitzgerald from Ginger Snaps. If Heavenly Creatures and Brotherhood of the Wolf moved to Canada and had a baby, it'd be Ginger. And Brigitte. As conjoined twins. They're like that.)

At the library tonight I found an anthology of Edward Gorey's favorite short horror stories, with his illustrations at the beginning of each chapter. If you look at the birth and death dates in the author bio section, you notice that most of them were born in the early 1800s and most of them died in the early 1930s. Good old Gorey. Nobody could ever accuse him of not having very particular tastes.
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That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine [02 Feb 2004|10:02am]
[ mood | childish delight ]

A real live botanica opened up in our neighborhood a while ago. I didn't notice it until riding into work one day, but sure enough, between our place and Sosa's it lies, its bright yellow plastic signage no different from any of the others in that little strip of Latino-owned businesses -- except for the words "incense", "candles", and most intriguingly, "readings". A little piece of vodoun right in the heart of Mouse Country. I'd be worried that some organization of local buttinskis will shut it down before the resurrected spirit of Marie Laveau comes to steal their children or whatever, but then again, what are the odds of ChandlersMommy78 knowing what a botanica is? Unless they think it's a Boricuan florist's.

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