Erm, couldn’t help myself… I am 87% Evil Geni…
Erm, couldn’t help myself…
I am 87% Evil Genius
I am pure evil. I lie awake at night devising schemes of world domination, and I will not rest until all living souls bend to my will.
Peeps Heaven
AHHH!!! More Peeps links… I am in heaven, and not just because I filled my house with a small but select group of friends who passed along good energy and love and food and Solstice gifts ;-> My thanks to UnNatural History for these links, as well as for the Tortured Artist link.
Lord of the Peeps, Peephenge, and the ubiquitous Peep Research page. What is the cause of my fascination with biting the heads and then the tails off of these fluffly little marshmallow creatures, you might ask (as does my bird, cocking a game eye at me while I peruse what must surely seem a form of avian porn to him)… simple: I like the taste. Anything marshmallow, but anything marshmallow covered in sparkly purple sugar crystals… my secret craving. Alas, I can truly satisfy it but once a year - the Halloween Peeps bats just aren’t the same.
I am 51% Tortured ArtistArt is significant in my l…
I am 51% Tortured Artist
Art is significant in my life, people are scum but I have the capicity to deal with it. Give it a few more years and I will either forget about art or hate the world.
I’m posting this here ‘cuz I can’t get direct FTP …
I’m posting this here ‘cuz I can’t get direct FTP access to my servers from work… apparently, the 2002 Blogger Snowball Fight has begun. Hee.
This most excellent example of Lord of the Rings a…
This most excellent example of Lord of the Rings as a Humphrey Bogart movie brought to you by Dave Does The Blog.
Strange Addiction
Of Thomas Bernhard’s latest novel, Extinction, Stephen Mitchelmore writes:
And I wonder, how much of my obsessive-compulsive need to read everything, and I mean everything, around me my entire life, starting from the time I was a tiny little girl and could barely puzzle out the text on the back of my cereal box, has been an attempt to shovel something of substance into the hollow pit in my self?
Tried food - for some food is love, but that didn’t work for me. Don’t want to try alcohol or drugs, as I have alcoholic parents (one still violently in that mindset if chemically sober, another who sometimes goes quietly mad for lack of enough stiff drinks but won’t abuse herself that way anymore and who sadly hasn’t yet learned the value of a bubble bath as a coping mechanism) and long ago made a vow only to drink when I’m happy. Not to mention the fact that most over-the-counter medicines get me pleasantly or unpleasantly swoozled at the stated dosage… I don’t need to support the drug cartels to get buzzed.
That leaves me with literature, caffeine and sex as vices. In the sad state of my failing marriage, sex isn’t a convenient option and too much coffee only shreds my stomach after a while, so I buy books and sometimes read a dozen at a time, much as a spoiled child will cram handfuls of bonbons into her mouth just because she can. Their spines viciously cracked, pages dogeared and margins scribbled over, my vices lie scattered around my house, piled around my bed and strewn sadly undisturbed for night after night on the empty left side of my mattress where I can turn my back on them or nudge them with a stray knee in my sleep - I abuse my books in lieu of my body and only notice what I’m doing when hours of rubbing cheap ink off cheap paper raises blisters on my fingers, my skin suddenly gone sensitive, cracked and peeling. Quantity over quality.
Daily Headwork
Thanks to Two Tears in a Bucket for the permalink to me (if I hadn’t already ‘cuz I’m a dork and prolly forgot). Clustered in with me and those others in my permalink category, I found Daily Headwork. I am in love. I want to write like this… well, maybe not exactly like this, ‘cuz she’s a different writer with a different voice, but essays with her clarity and precision and sense of geometry.
In my perhaps slightly misguided attempt to burn t…
In my perhaps slightly misguided attempt to burn this damned cold out of my throat, I just had a shot of Hornitos (that’s a moderately decent tequila for you white folk) only instead of using the one shot glass in the house I swigged it directly out of the bottle and now my nipples are hard and I’m remembering why it’s better to use shot glasses… then I followed it with a raspberry tums. not the taste sensation I was looking for, but what the hell. I’m an enthusiastic and resourceful drinker… erm, sick person. yeah. that’s it.
The NEST
Okay, so I’m exhausted. But in a good way. Went to a scene at the NEST - Pat Payne, a poet and painter new friend of mine, has a great work/live studio that she hosted an open mike night at last night till way late. There was poetry and food and singing and more poetry and performance art and Blue Stuff to drink. Hee! I even read a few of my poems aloud, which had never occurred to me to do before, and I’m seeing all kinds of new possibilities in that direction. Gotta say, speaking the words really adds to, if ya know what I mean. And there’s some cool shit you can do to get across, to add to it, to enhance and demystify. Woweezowee. Fed my soul but good.
The transcript of kd’s birthday chat is posted her…
The transcript of kd’s birthday chat is posted here… either I’m so exhausted that it’s funny or it’s really fucking funny!