Saturday, July 21, 2001
Someone talk to me. I'm pulling another all nighter and I really don't want to be alone.
Posted by Meghan @ 10:38 PM PST [Link]
There are a few things that are pissing me off tonight. Lets start with this guy that has the same first name as me, is going to the same college I am, is actually living on the same dorm floor I am- only a few doors down, has the same major as me (I?) and has this insane urge to only IM me when he has a new design or has some cool T-Shirt design or has some design something. Umm.. Hello. I'm not that good at this webdesign thing. People love my shit but I hate it. I despise it and half the time I want to kick it in the ass. I do not want to see your shit ever again. Its not the fact that this guy is better than me with photoshop- hell I just got photoshop. I'm a free Paint Shop kinda guy. And its not the fact that his designs are prettier than mine, its just the fact that he finds this need to show me shit. I do not get online for you to pitch shit to me. Oh, but he isn't the only one. I get people IMing me to go "Hey, can you look at something for me?" Half the time I don't check the link and if its a .jpg file I'll say "Its nice, I like the colors". I just hope one day it doesn't turn out to be in greyscale or my ass is grass. People on the net annoy me. I try to treat it as if its real life in terms of dealing with people. I try to be respectful and curteous and I try to be .. oh wait since I'm on the topic check out this email I just got:
Hi! How are you?
I send you this file in order to have your advice
See you later. Thanks
Ummm.. thanks but who you be? and how the hell would I open up a .doc.pif ? I'm not even a design devil!! What is a .pif? Anywho... moving a long.
Philo I want to see Hedwig too. I saw something in the advocate when I was at Jeremy's house the other night. (speaking of him I'm very pissed at him right now).
And Meghan I'd like to hear about your spinal tap also.
David sorry to hear about your shitty theater. Our Tinseltown is still in fairly good shape.
ohh.. look at me, trying to be mr. personality interact with others. ohhh!
Posted by James @ 10:30 PM PST [Link]
Catch-up: Yesterday at work a friend called. "Wanna come over and watch a movie?" Sure, I need a break in a big way. I didn't know the movie was The Mists of Avalon til I got there, that we'd be watching cable for four mind boggling Camelot armor ridden hours... It was pretty good all in all. Great acting. I mean how can you say no to a bhuge pagan epic anyway? It just went on and on though. When I got home it was late and I had school this morning. So that is why you haven't heard a peep out of me for a bit.
I'm listening to Fu Manchu and The House Mate is out fetchin some Chinese. Yay! I'm hungry. We're gonna go see Hedwig tonight and I'm PSYCHED!! I saw the play off broadway a couple years ago when I was seeing friends in The Big Apple. I can't wait to see what John Cameron Mitchell ends up doing with it on THE BIG SCREEN! Woo Hoo!
I'm not bored with Puppetmaster. Honest! I will throw this in the mix though. If I write about certain things I'm only a google hit away so I'm being very careful. Huh, Can I say that? type type type. Nope. Shit. I don't mention places I normally go. I don't mention a few people or certain bands I totally fuckin love. Consequently you end up getting a filtered version of Philo, y'know? That is, of course, providing I even really exist in the first place. Suckers. But seriously - if I'm even telling you the truth I bet it might be true for others, right? It's not what we're sayin. It's what we're not sayin. And as my Mama says, "If you're bored it's cuz you're being boring honey. You can change that anytime you want."
Maybe I'll write about her later. She's a trip.
Now I do love me some Nancy in a big way, and Pete had a few good stories that told us next to nothin about who he was. Shea was always good for a crack of some kind. Bob added some spy drama color. But I LOVE a couple of you peeps who are still here - I intend to read anything you have to say for a long long time after Puppetmaster turns into a pumpkin. Majorly talented writers. Then I got a couple others here I wouldn't ordinarily have given much time to, but having read the past two and a half weeks about your daily dramas I'll be tuning in to see what happens in future episodes... I mean Meghan tops my list as most likely to appear on Jerry Springer. It'd be more scary to find out you're not the puppet Meghan then to find out you are. Please tell us all about your spinal tap and while you're at it, tell me why we didn't hear about it til now.
Ted: as a matter of fact yes, i'm giving you all the attention here you deserve.
Mmmm. Brocolli Chicken! Yay! I need to scarf my face and go. That's it from me and I'll tell yuz how the movie is later, MmmKay?
Posted by Philo @ 08:51 PM PST [Link]
Eve I usually use SF when I talk about the bay area, but people here (Oregon) look at me weird when I do. I think it is just because most Oregonians wish Cali would drop of the face of the planet. Also, I am from Oreogn, I have lived here my whole life. I just go to school in Ohio.
Leigh is a girl, a friend from high school, that introduced me to these other people which included the pedophile.
Gah, people are using the oddest search strings to access my site.
Posted by Meghan @ 07:21 PM PST [Link]
I just got asked by the guy I had a fling with if I would move to Virginia to be with him. HA, I have worked too hard to get to college to give it all up for a boy in Virginia, especially a Network Admin (like he'll have that job long). I did tell him he could come live under my bed in Ohio though.
I had a spinal tap a little while ago, and a couple days ago the spot where I got it started hurting. So last night, I come hobblig into the family room and my mom asks me what's wrong. I respond, "My fucking back hurts." "Watch your mouth!" she says. I find it interesting how people will focus in on one word, just one word and that determines their response. Reminds me of a psych case study that you people really don't want to hear about. Plus I know I am boring you already, so why should I bore you even more.
Posted by Meghan @ 07:06 PM PST [Link]
Ok, I’m feeling a little better this morning. My trip was still pretty good even tho I was deathly ill. We stayed in the most gettho hotel ever. I swear, it was half crack house, half hotel. First of all, people were just straight up living there. I heard the police bang on somebody’s door down the hall to open their doors up. There was this women arrested in the lobby who was crying her eyes out and telling the police that she will never go there again if they only let her go. And when I was having a smoke outside, this woman came up to me to bum a smoke, saying that she just got out of jail and haven’t had a cigarette in years. Good times good times.
Actually, the hotel was really cool in a creepy kind of way. It was super old and reminded me of the buildings in those old black and white detective movies with the ceiling fan and the open windows with the fire escape. I had the best time just smoking on the window stall and watching the night light hit the ceiling in the dark.
Oh, and I came up with a new art project idea while I was delirious from my fever. At least something good came out of it.
And Bertie - What do you mean its over between us??? What did I do wrong??? Just tell me, and I swear I’ll change.
Posted by Ted @ 03:58 PM PST [Link]
I'm going to have to agree with me wee babe Ashley on the fact that its kinda snorific around here. Maybe in part to myself but *snap snap* We need some action! As soon as I completely wake up and screw on my smile I'll try and provide some. Maybe we could go the route of my dearest Jodee and link the craziest, most insane porn, or my lover Steve@formerlyatslapmyass.org and just find the hottest guys and talk about them with a few nudies to help along the reading? Wait, so you don't like porn? Or should we all do a design challege and make a theme like "Hot Sauce & Ass"? Because, well, if Huny can do it why can't we?
30 mins until I have to leave for work.... What to say? What to say? Oh, *rambles on* Peter where is he? I agree. nad Philo I never meant to imply that you're not real (this is just comin to me) I realy like your tales/stories/experiences, don't hate me *puppy dog eyes*
Anyways, I'm out until 5 (my time) keep it live, fo'sho'. Word to your mutha. (I'm horribly goofy right now)
Posted by James @ 09:58 AM PST [Link]
So I went to see "America's Sweethearts" yesterday; it was exactly what you'd expect. Good Billy Crystal banter, entirely predictable plot, and a team of special-effects experts that almost manage to make Julia Roberts more attractive than Catherine Zeta-Jones.
What I don't understand is what's happened to the movie theater itself. They seem to do everything in their power to make the movie-going experience as unpleasant as possible. I don't know if it's just theaters in my area, or if it's nationwide--I'd be really surprised if Ashley and Eva have to deal with this stuff though.
- It starts in the parking lot, already. They've mounted speakers on the light poles, that broadcast music into the lot. I'm sorry folks, I truly don't need music to park by.
- Then there's the music itself. The parking lot, theater lobby, and individual screening rooms are all hooked into this single channel. It used to be annoying jazzy elevator-type music, but a month or so ago, they switched to this "all pop songs from current movie sountracks" thing, complete with smarmy commentator telling you who's performing and what movie it's in, interspersed with occasional reminders to keep quiet during the film. I wish they'd keep quiet before the film, thank you.
- $2.25 for a soda? $3.10 for a box of Milk Duds? Idon'tthinkso.
- Is it just me, or is that "Dolby digital--look how keen our sound system is" sequence they show the scratchiest, worst sound clip in the world? If you're going to run that clip before every single showing, you may want to check it for wear and replace it periodically, people.
- Speaking of sound, since when did "high fidelity" automatically mean "tooth-shakingly loud"? I really don't need to hear the dinosaurs or lightsabers in the next theater over when I'm watching another movie entirely.
- Lastly, what is it with the theater crew bursting in to clean up the trash as soon as the credits start rolling? I'm not the only one who likes to sit through the credits, and I get really miffed when some kid with a broom starts sweeping around me while I'm trying to pick out who did the music. It's even happened that they turned off the projection before the credits were through!
Posted by David @ 08:04 AM PST [Link]
I'm with Ashley. Some of our most interesting players were the first to go, and the game is beginning to turn into a yawn-fest. Our post-count is down, in spite of the limit being raised to 4; I think it's because we're boring each other.
But is sniping the way to fix it? There are more ways to grab someone's attention than with an insult, people. I'll admit I've not been all that witty and interesting myself lately, but I'm sure as hell not going to go calling people nasty names, just for the sake of generating "drama".
So says the "nice guy"--or, as some would have it, the "arrogant prick."
Posted by David @ 07:36 AM PST [Link]
It's funny the way the people act on here. No one's honest at all. Frankly it reminds me of a bad stereotypical group being thrown together...
Me the goth
Eva the druggie
Meghan the bore
Nancy the lesbian
Rachael the bitch
Shea the ADD patient
Bob the pimp
David the nice guy
James the gay guy
Pete the hunk
Philo the drag queen
Ted the raver
We should be on a TV show. It's funny though, because so far there's been no conflict. Rachael, you're being a snob. You just admitted that you don't like some of the people here. Right away this makes you a hypocrite, surface issues or not. I happen not to like you, because you act like a pompous spoiled brat that's better than everyone else.
Would someone PLEASE liven things up or just kick me out of here? I'm getting bored. Oh wait, I will be soon... that quiz is coming up. But seriously folks, make some waves. I'm positive I'm not the only one that sees this game turning into 'absolut' boredom. I'm just the only one that has the guts (or the idiocy) to say it.
Posted by Ashley @ 04:32 AM PST [Link]
Eva I was just looking at the Colour Commentary and wondering about Peter. I should be alseep now. I have to be to work in a few hours so any sleep at this time would be rather pointless. I saw Jurassic Park III today. I have been seeing quite a few movies latley, I think it is just because I actually have money to do so. Well, JP3 was very cool visually but the plot was god-awful but not nearly as awful as JP2.
I spent my two welcomed days off working on my personal site, which has been sort of put on the back burner far too long. I am not nearly finished but a lot closer since Wednesday. I think everything would go a lot faster if I would just do it all in one sitting, but I just don't have the will. When I first started my page almost three years ago I was making a layout almost weekly, now I'm lucky if I get a journal entry up in that same span of time. I need to scan some things, bah...
and before I go I would just like to say Superglue is your friend.
Posted by Meghan @ 02:53 AM PST [Link]
I don't think I want to go to the festival after all, and I said I would help out at it. Dammit. To be honest I'd rather get my room packed up and everything moved. I just want to get this over with. The Procedure was in full swing last night and I stepped into the kitchen just long enough to shovel some breakfast stuff into a plastic bag. Picked up one small box for the sake of symbolism and trudged round to my new place so I could have some peace. New Flatmate is lovely. His only quirk seems to be taking lengthy baths after midnight while listening to Harry Potter audio books. I think I can handle that.
I'm kind of stunned at how fast everything has happened. I've never had a row and just stormed out of somewhere before. It's an odd position to be in. I just want to fast forward a bit and get on with my life now. I don't think I want to be friends with Flatmate 1 after all. Well, maybe I do and maybe I don't. But I think he owes me (and those who left before me) a big apology and has no business throwing blame back at me. And he still hasn't said a word. It's uncomfortable to be there, but fine, I won't have to be around much longer.
So yeah, I collected for Waverley Care outside the Tom Jones gig. He was playing Edinburgh Castle and tickets were £35 each apparently. I suppose those who donated gave a decent amount, but most people just looked right through us. Could it be something to do with being rich and old? I mean, my parents, who are in their sixties, seem to believe that if you have HIV/AIDS you deserve it (unless, of course, you're an "innocent" victim ie. a child or a haemophiliac). It was kind of disheartening but I've got lots more of this to look forward to throughout the festival next month. To top it off, we were selling Tom Jones thongs (dear god ...) for people to throw at him, so there I was with lots of pants draped down my arm when my punk rock friends rounded the corner and had a good laugh at me. Yay.
Bob, I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye to you in my last post, and that you didn't make it further in the game. On a tangent, I bought a Jesus Jones CD the other day, and thought of you.
Damn, so Ashley doesn't like me. That's interesting to me because I see some similarities between us. Maybe it's true that the people who piss you off are the ones most like yourself. Whatever. There are a couple of people in this game that I don't really like, and a couple that I do really like, and ... so what? I've never been one for this whole flaming thing, and I'm not going to start now.
James, I never heard the phrase "eye sex" before. Fabulous.
Hang on, I haven't seen Peter in ages. What did you do with him?
Posted by Eva @ 02:30 AM PST [Link]
Damn, I come home from a early night of glow sticks, fog machines, and pot heads to find out that Rachael doesn't like me? for unknown reasons no less. Oh well, you win some puppets you loose some puppets. I've had people hate me for less (than less?) so Its all good. But hey, if it makes you feel any better I feel the same about you. *gives Rachael some dap*I don't take it personal. They're words nothing more, ya know? So are we all family? *gives a group hug*
Yeah, anyways. Me and Delaney went to Totally Tight Friday Nights. Its our little local "raver scene". It was pretty whack tonight, except I had tons of eye sex with this cute guy I talked to last time. Oh Dems the breaks ya know? Tomorrow We're (plus Christine) are going to go to College night and shakes our asses. Hip Hop saturdays, yo. *bounces his ass*
Current menue, Ted? Cold Popeye's Chicken (2 wings), grape Big K soday, Laffy Taffy and a swiggle of Listerine to top it all off. I eat a lot, and I do mean a lot. Today right before work I ate a 12 nugget meal thing from Chick-Fil-A and 30 mins later I had to run (duh, I stayed on the clock) down to the Great American Cookie Company to get some cookies to nibble on. I had two mall employee (big ass) waters, and a mall employee sprite. I don't know whats wrong with me but I hope my metabolism never slows down.
Bertie is a trip. She is de shite. For real
Twenty-five hours, eight days a week
Thirteen months of the year, is when you speak
I'm tired of listening to the garbage you talk
Why don't you find a short pier, and take a long walk
Posted by James @ 12:00 AM PST [Link]
Friday, July 20, 2001
Ok, I don’t what my puppertmaster has been smoking, but I’ve been on some serious medication because of a nasty 48-hour bug. Rereading those things, I was like "damn, I said those things"? And I was surrounded by beautiful women??? The only girls I saw were my friends feeding me medicine and water while I was lying in bed. Piece of advice for everyone, NEVER post while you’re on codeine because of a 103 fever. And btw, traveling while sick is not the way to go. Ok, I’m going to try and go to bed now before I pass out. *cough cough) will post more later…
And philo - I hope you know I was just bullshitting. You’re actually one of my favorite players and probably the best storyteller. Things here were just getting quiet and I was bored. (and if you would notice, all of those bad things I said about you really doesn’t describe you).
Posted by Ted @ 10:46 PM PST [Link]
I do not like what is happening. I imagine most of you would likely believe I would. I've made my comments. It is not a secret I am not fond of Shea or James. What I read earlier tonight though made me not wish to play any longer. It made me not want to share. I called Nicole and met her at Bauhaus instead.
This game has already brought enough difficulty for me as it is. I do not mind if any of you do not like me. I do not expect everyone to do so. A moment here or there I assume is par for the course. What I have seen tonight though is character assassination. While a single individual in our midst is not real, everyone else is. What was said of Philo or Eva is not funny or even entertaining to me.
Shea and I have had our differences, but they were surface issues which mean very little. Shea is quite humorous actually. She is a talented writer. I will admit having to even look up the word "vapid". (laughing). James, I remain uncertain why I take such issue with something you did. It does not reflect how I feel about you as a person though. Nicole reminded me of the importance of keeping my side of the street clean. I apologize to both of you. None of what I said was personal. I do hope you know this.
I am a bit confused about the topic. Are we to write of someone who lost my trust? Or are we to share a story where one lost trust in me? I will share the latter.
My best friend in elementary school was Mary Ellen. Her family lived next door to us. As a result we were close. She was not attractive and was rather fragile. Her father was an alcoholic. There were nights she would stay at our house to avoid his periods of rage. It was around fifth grade she started gaining weight. When we moved to Middle School others treated her horribly from the beginning. We would talk walking home and she would cry.
My brother, who was two years ahead of me, was quite popular. He was Vice President of his class. Other students treated me differently simply because I was his sister. Mary Ellen was being ostracized while I received a great deal of attention for the first time. We saw one another less and less. My new friends made fun of Mary Ellen in the halls. It was an awful position to be in.
At lunch one day they were saying particularly cruel things in the cafeteria. I listened. I said nothing. One of them noticed and asked why I wasn't laughing. I couldn't breathe. My mouth opened and out came words, awful words about Mary Ellen. I didn't know even know she was standing behind me.
I tried to apologize numerous times. She wouldn't listen. If she had I am uncertain I could have even offered her a satisfactory explanation. It is still something I regret to this day.
Belinda, I am a Taurus. My birthday is May 5th. I wear a size 8.
Posted by Rachael @ 10:30 PM PST [Link]
So, Ted, we're getting dirty now, are we? I think I'll follow suit.
I do not like Eva. She talks way too much, about the most boring shit in the whole world. Every single post just screams "I am so cool because I live in the UK. You are not angsty green haired and a pornstar like me." And the toffee yoghurt fiasco? Clean the fucking stuff up already. Reader, do you leave messes on your kitchen floor for days at a time? And then talk about it 5-6 times? Publicly? Which actually takes longer than cleaning it up.
That's like announcing to a roomful of people, "I went to the bathroom, but... I can't bring myself to flush the toilet. I guess I won't use that bathroom anymore." I'm getting to the point where I'm ruling Eva out as puppet and master because of her annoyingly consistent and dull writing style. She's too random to be the puppet, and if she was writing the puppet, I'd want to kill it too. I have, however, come to a conclusion. Eva is on drugs whenever she writes posts for PuppetMaster. Which is why she is annoying, incoherant, and doesn't clean up messes on her kitchen floor.
Feel free to call me a bitch. I just had to get that off my chest.
Posted by Ashley @ 05:30 PM PST [Link]
- "Bel: peppermint candy, banana, 10 ½, April 8, and no ramen or boba please..."
--Philo
this game needs more drama, time to start some flame wars
i laughed when bertie calle me a liar.
i can chuckle when david insinuates my mom is a bad driver.
but philo, when you mess with boba, you crossed a line you'll wish you hadn't. you've cast the first stone. prepare yourself.
you are a lazy-ass incompetent insomniac lecherous exaggerating bastard. i didn't want to hear about your stupid bullshit loss of trust story anyways. in fact, i dread having to peruse the mindless drivel that you pass off as your puppetmaster entries. ohhh poor philo has "issues" with how seriously he is being taken. awwwwww--suck it up. which you should be good at cause, you suck. and not in a good way, but in the suckiest sucking way there is. i'd put it more eloquently but i don't think you'd get it.
a pox on you
Posted by Ted @ 04:24 PM PST [Link]
And Ted supplies us with a new and gruesome twist on the old "chicken crossing the road" joke. I hope it doesn't come down to a showdown between the two straight guys, Ted. I'm no match for your decapitating shadowless kick.
GOOD LORD I HATE CLUELESS DRIVERS!!! I think there are maybe a dozen people in the county who know what that lever on the left side of the steering column is for. I've been around, and nowhere have I seen so many people making unsignaled turns, or so many tootling merrily along with their turn-signal on. I think it may have been on when they bought the car. Then just now, on the highway, this car came right up on my tail, hovered for a bit, then pulled around to pass me and immediately took an exit. It was so all-fired important to get in front of me?!?
Posted by David @ 03:14 PM PST [Link]
I'm running late for work as it is, but I just thought I'd make myself later. I could NOT sleep last night for the life of me, so my grand total for the last week and a half sits somewhere around 20 hours. I bet you can imagine how much I want to go to work right now.
Lack of trust - I just thought of a good one. Ex of mine who became slightly obsessive over me decided to give my URL to his new girlfriend. She became VERY obsessive with me. Like, we're talking beginners' stalker material. He told her EVERYTHING about me, and he spared no detail. She knew that I liked cinnamon, that I had problems when I was younger (and was kind enough to point them out) and, the worst part, where I lived. Jesus. This girl was CRAZY. I do believe I still have excerpts from some of the e-mail she sent me... (this was actually really recently.) He and I broke up in August of last year, after a year and a half of hell, so he's obviously hanging onto something. Ah, here we go...
"I don't want to reopen any old wounds of his. Your like a living part of his history whether he likes it or not. I suppose that's why I kept lurking."
"My emotions are all over the place. nevermind. just nevermind. pretend I never exist and go along living in your happy little world."
"Maybe I shouldn't have even mentioned him. I just know he would protest. But then again... why the fuck not? I'm friends with *insert another of his exes who was a bitch here* (I'm sure you've heard about her). Good lord. You even like cinnamon flavored things"
So YEAH, she was REAL NORMAL and REAL NICE TO HEAR FROM...and oh yeah, she REALLY HAD MY ADDRESS. Thank you to my ex who told her EVERYTHING ABOUT ME! He just had the right to, you know. Because he's an obsessive freak.
Posted by Ashley @ 12:31 PM PST [Link]
My shoe size is 8. My birthday is March first. My state is totally cracked out.
Hope I didn't do anything last night that I'll regret later, cause hell, I can only remember glimpses of it. I totally know what the guys in Dude Where's My Car must feel like.
Lack of trust story (short and sweet):
Mom, where's our pet turlte?
Shut up son, eat your soup.
I've learned not to get too attached to pets in my house. When I was 8 years old, my uncle gave us a chicken. A real live chicken... as a pet. Like first of all, what the fuck are you supposed to do with a pet chicken? You can't pet it. You can't really play with it. All it did was eat, poop, and wake us (and the whole neighborhood) up in the morning. I was given the task of coming up with a name for it, but before I could it ran away. We looked all night for it, but to no avail. Why couldn't we have a normal pet... sigh.
So the next morning my mom is driving me to school and i see this white fluffy thing (couldn't really tell what it was) cross the road right in front of us... then I hear this *THUNK* and the car felt like it went over a speed bump... I looked to the rear window and there were all these white feathers flying out from the back of the car. *POOF*
But the worst part was no one cleaned up the mess. So I had to pass by it for the rest of the week on my way to school.
Posted by Ted @ 11:42 AM PST [Link]
My birthday was last week and I wear a 12 shoe size. I have big clown feet. I amd 6'1, ya know. I'd be horribly off balance if I wore a 9.
Gah, work in 3 hours. *whines*
Posted by James @ 10:51 AM PST [Link]
Sorry about the lack of posting on my part yesterday, my sitemeter was hacked by the chinese (yeah thats what it said) then my IP went to hell on me. I still can't load anything up on my laptop so I'm on the PC right now. Things are strange right now with me and Jeremy, well in my head atleast. We talked about our mutual attraction the other night and that was pretty nerve recking but last night was even wierder. I don't regret what happened but now I don't know. I don't really want to be in a relationship since I'm going to college in a little over a month but I think that after our actions last night he thinks thats where things are going next. I can't turn away now, the shit it up to my knees now, and I don't want to seem like an asshole because I want to still be friends. Maybe I should have practiced self control, right?
Anyways, Some people who had lost my trust. Well I'll start off with internet. There was this bitch who totally bit me on the net. We had been talking for like a month and she was nice and a novice htmler (not like I claim to be a god) but I helped her on and off and stuff like that. Come to find out that I get an email from another online friend saying that a certain site with my layout on it showed up in her reffers. True enough the site I was helping the girl with was like a decoy site because all a long she was whoring around my previous layout with the same links and alt tags and cgi code and everything. She didn't bother to change a thing. I could have put one of those "Here is the bitch's email and AIM and bash the hell out of her." But I didn't. I just got told her to take it down, blocked her, and was done with it. I have no time for stuff like that.
Now in real life. What else with teens break trust amongst each other? Drama is what. Mouthy, nosey, talkative idiots to me more descriptive. Just the usual he said she said bull (ohh did James quote a song?). I can't pick out a specific instance since I was fairly "popular" during school. Shit like that follows me around like a swarm of flies on a dirty diaper.
Posted by James @ 10:48 AM PST [Link]
Guess what? I overslept, but I've been puttin in so many extra hours lately I phoned in and said I'd be even later. It's one of those bummed out mornings where even the fact that it's Friday isn't gonna make all that much of a difference. Yeah. sure. Work. Uh huh. whatever. Pop tart? i don't care. And of course there are no Pop tarts or eggs or anything except cereal cause I haven't had time to shop. Sitting here listening to Plastikman: Consumed is a good idea, right? Cheery. Today's topic post will be to "tell a story where someone has lost your trust. real life, internet, whatever". Ernie - without immunity or some sort of prize on this one do you think I'm gonna tell ya the big fuck ups? the major lies? That could potentially make me less trustworthy and I wouldn't want anyone not believing in me. And what does "real life, internet, whatever" mean. Real life is pretty clear, I got that, but is trust different on the internet? Does whatever mean you can just serve up a hot fresh heaping shovel of bull? I need to finish my cereal and motor. I'll ponder all of this today and come up with a little something something on the topic to post tonight.
Posted by Philo @ 10:37 AM PST [Link]
Loss of trust story: In grad school, I had made arrangements with three close friends to go to our first professional conference, to hit the placement center and try to land some jobs. I had made reservations for two hotel rooms, charged to my credit card... Well, the trip got way out of hand: my companions invited friends, swelling our numbers from four to nine, including two boyfriends who were just along for the ride and had no business at the conference. The year's worst snowstorm, the hotel losing our reservation, a midnight fender-bender, and other atrocities also intervened--all of which is irrelevant to this story except that it set everyone on edge...
When we got back home, Jenna (one of the original four) and Ivy wouldn't pay their share of the hotel rooms. Coincidentally, they were the two whose boyfriends had come along for the ride--they didn't think the bf's should have counted when dividing up the bill. What should have been a minor argument (we're talking something like $20 here) exploded into a huge fight. Jenna and Ivy started character-assassinating me and any of the others who sided with me: one was a slut, another was a bitch, I was an arrogant prick, and so forth. I eventually got most of the money--some of it in one-dollar bills wadded up and thrown at me with insults. But Jenna and Ivy had been my friends; I never wanted to talk to either of them again after that.
Yeah, so okay, it's a stupid story. Um, my birthday is May 11, and my shoe size is 9½ or 10, depending on the shoes.
I've got this urge to do a Google search for "eva porn scotland" but I'm scared of what I'd find.
Posted by David @ 08:12 AM PST [Link]
Yo! The homies are outside doin donuts and peelin out again in the intersection. It's almost 2 in the mornin too. Welcome to Oaktown. Ya gotta love it or leave it. Another long day at work, but what else is new - besides the fact that Bob got the axe. Bob, with your secret agent capacities I figured you'd be able to snoop out anything. I had you pegged for a contender, that is after I found your url and realized all that wasn't bullshit. Sorry you have to go, but was I ever relieved. I'd like to know please am I in the lead, as it were, or did I inch my way past the Puppetslayer in the hall. It's the not knowing that could drive a man over the edge. And Bertie, you think I'm the puppet? Well, that's just ludicrous lady! That's the most outrageous thing I've ever heard! Me? HAHAHA. Just cause I'm sitting here listening to Sandie Shaw doesn't mean anything. Just cause James thinks I sound "fabricated"? Just cause few if any of you have probably found my url? None of that means I don't exist. And when all is said and done I have to agree with Rachael. I'm still here, so my theory is right on target. Good point. I like that. Thank you.
I'm not really listening to the imcomparable Sandie, whom I do love by the way. I'm listening to Sisters of Mercy. Why? Cause I need all the love I can get. Cause I need all the love that I can't get too! Cause I'm exhausted and now I have to sign on and say something brilliant before I crash. Now that I'm writing though I am realizing today rocked. I made the Puppetmaster cut again. 21 guys are now on their way to becoming better masturbators thanks to me. I'm proud of em and hope they are home doin well with their, uhm, homework. And Eva, you are correct, I AM Betty Dodson. Bonus points for you. But I'm not really Betty. I might not even be real at all.
What is real is that when I got home I noticed the fence on the side of the house had been knocked down. I almost cried I was so happy. That means the hot tub delivery gods will be here tomorrow!!! (We had to take the fence down to get it into the backyard). Maybe tomorrow night The House Mate and I will be sitting out back soakin it up and livin the good life baby. I can't wait!
Dang... even I'm getting the urge to ride her. Ashley, I'm 13.0% sexually pure (87.0% sexually corrupt). I see that as a good thing, don't you? Of course I had to change all the genders. Bel: peppermint candy, banana, 10 1/2, April 8, and no ramen or boba please. I can't believe I'm up this late again.
Posted by Philo @ 03:35 AM PST [Link]
What timing for that question Ernine. I was listening to Play and was reminded of when I was in San Fran a little more than a year ago. I was with "Leigh" (girl from a post some days ago) visiting some mutual friends. Insted of going back to her squirrly bf's house, I spent the night with the friends. We talked of silly things and for the first time during that trip I felt like I belonged. We gossiped about Leigh and Squirrel Boy and how he wasn't who he portrayed himself to be online. We hoped she would see this, but a year later, I am told she is still with him.
My last night in the bay, the decision was made that Leigh would not be retuning to Portland with me. She would be throwing away college, family, absolutly everything for a boy. I was left to pick up the peices, to mend the loose ends back in Portland. I came home and for the first time I saw the truth to the lies she spun. I saw how much her mother truly did care for her and how incredibly hurt she was by Leigh. Leigh's mother had moved up from L.A., leaving her life behind to support Leigh's future and Leigh had abandoned her. I saw that the adult I had looked up to, so many people looked up to, was nothing more than a child a pedophile if you will, trying to surround himself with youth and beauty for whatever reasons. He couldn't even take care of his own home life, shipping his sone cross country for psych help while in the mean time giving advice and supporting many many depressed and angsty teens. Leigh hurt me. I wonder about her often, if she is happy with the choices she made. I wonder if she misss me as much as I miss her.
My shoe size is 8 and my birthday is in February
Posted by Meghan @ 02:51 AM PST [Link]
Bel, chocolate chip peanut butter, 8½, and September 13th.
Posted by Ashley @ 02:37 AM PST [Link]
Argh.
I should hurry, I'm supposed to be at Nik's soon so that I can go with her to see what her job's like so that I can successfully do it for two weeks. I fell asleep again.
I just got an e-mail from my editor (my editor! what an exciting thing to say!). They want a different title for my porn. Argh. I don't know, I'm in a hurry.
Today after shadowing Nik I'm going to meet up with some dotcommers I used to work with, then collect outside the Tom Jones concert for a local HIV charity, then meet up with New Flatmate and maybe go to a party, or maybe not, as I have to get up and work 9-1 tomorrow thus conveniently missing the Gender Workshop at the Foot & Mouth Festival, grrr. Anyway, I am going to crash at my new place this weekend and check out the peace and quiet. I have now packed pretty much all my books and videos (that's, um, seven boxes) and have started on magazines and things.
Dammit, Ernie's questions are getting so difficult to answer. No trust stories spring to mind. Honestly. I think I've got rather good character judgement and I don't think anyone has particularly let me down, unless you count break-ups, but even those never had any trust issues. (Um, unless it was me who was cheating, but I digress.) Even my current living situation has nothing to do with trust. I mean, sure I was assured a million times "we'll be quiet, really", but I never believed it, so it's not like I was surprised, you know? I'll have to think about this while I'm dashing around the city today. Meanwhile, Ashley again gives us a good story - fit for Jerry Springer perhaps?
However, I did - a day or two late, but never mind - finally come up with a traumatic sex story. This one isn't mine, but you didn't exactly specify, right? It happened to a boy called Angus who was a close friend of mine when I was still living in Northern Ireland and we were juvenile drinkers together. There was this kid in his class at school called Neil who was somewhat irritating (Angus had already set me up with him when I was drunk. Thanks, Angus) but had started going on about how he was bisexual and how he would do Angus. Keen to have a sexual experience with someone who wasn't his cousin another boy, Angus arranged to meet up with him on a Sunday evening.
They met up, dithered about where to go, and settled on the roof of their school (I always loved this part; I wish I could work some low-flying aircraft into the story). They talked nervously for a while and then did their thang. Afterwards, climbing down from the roof, Neil said, "Thanks."
"What for?"
"I'm pretty sure I'm straight now."
Damn! Angus was on the phone to me right away complaining that Neil had come all over his shirt and still never managed to reciprocate. I think that counts as traumatic.
Anyway, thank you Belinda for giving me some questions I can deal with. My birthday is 12 December and I was conveniently born at 12:12, which sounds symbolic but isn't. I also discovered a few years ago that they found there should be a thirteenth star sign, which means that all of them get shifted along a bit, and I happen to fall under it (Ophiuchus, it's called). This makes me happy because I'm a big cynic and don't believe in astrology. And my shoesize is 6. Although my silver hologram DM boots are a 7 and I got them anyway because I wanted them so badly. You can't really find them anywhere these days and I got them for £20 in Copenhagen.
Argh. I really have to get going ...
Posted by Eva @ 02:30 AM PST [Link]
Bertie, babe, ever heard of satellite TV? (Queue scene of Ernie and a faceless individual conversing, with swearing in the backgound, with shouts of 'GOD, I JUST FUCKED UP' and 'calm down, you're doing fine')
Perhaps I am the PuppetMaster, though, and was just doing that to throw you all off track. Or perhaps I'm the Puppet, and I don't exist. Or perhaps I just got picked like most of you. Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps... I love Cake.
I will now regale you of the time someone *drumroll* lost my trust. Only I can't think of anything good right now. There was a time when I dated a boy that had an identical twin. His brother was a real asshole that I made out with once by mistake. When I found out I was letting some random guy put his hands all over me (said boy had just walked in the door) and he flipped. Once he understood the misunderstanding (isn't my grammar great?) he yelled at the twin. It was really weird, because it looked like he was yelling at himself. But that's not a good example. Let me think on this one.
Posted by Ashley @ 01:05 AM PST [Link]
Thursday, July 19, 2001
Bob is real? If I am still in this game then that must mean my Puppet at least is correct. That is unless we all did poorly. At this stage it would seem I must be somewhat close to the correct path. If I wasn't I would not be here. I will miss you Bob. Your stories did not often seem believable to me. Now that I know you are real they will be even more interesting.
We never made it to see the Indigo Girls. My car would not start and we tried for some time. As a rule I don't drive very often. I enjoy walking to work in the morning as the city is waking up. Everything I need is convenient to me on Capitol Hill. Tony looked at it tonight and he says it isn't the battery. I could have told him that much. (laughing). Anyways. The concert was all the way down at the pier.
We decided to take the bus, but by the time we made it downtown we knew it would be over before we arrived. The concerts at the pier start very early. I suppose this is so professionals have entertainment at a reasonable hour. Whatever. We decided to skip it. It wasn't any loss. We had planned to watch from the street for free anyway. Jessica decided she had a craving for french fries and we went to the Hurricane. They have the best milkshakes.
It was great seeing her. We had not spent time together for more than a month. Jessie has been having difficulties with her boyfriend I found myself relating to. The difference is her perspective is more like Tony and I identified with what she said about Shane. It was very interesting. She gave me a very different perspective on how my insecurities could effect someone I love, only in reverse. Does that make sense?
Tony and I have had a very nice evening. He is busy watching a rerun of ER. I made a conscious effort to be more open tonight and I feel even closer to him as a result. I find that very strange. It has been interesting noticing how fear can leave me feeling separate, and seeing last night how I often end up resenting him for that. Is that fucked up?
Bertie, as a rule I do not spell yogurt with a letter "H". Eva does. I was commenting on Eva at the time. I would not call whatever place Philo had his supposed three way in a "den". He, however, said he went to a "den of iniquity". Do you see Bertie? While you may be watching us like a hawk, it would seem at times you fail to pay attention. We're going to bed now that the show is over. Sleep well Bob.
Posted by Rachael @ 11:04 PM PST [Link]
I took a purity test today. I made Mark do the same. Sad, because while he's 20, I have a lower purity level than him. 49% pure (me) and 53% pure (him). I attribute it to the fact that I'm bi.
I watched MTV for the first time in a long time today. I never do that, but I was bored and half asleep. Is it just me, or has it gotten totally and completely boring? They play the same crap over and over. Bah. There's nothing good on TV anyway.
My boyfriend has a music server at his work that broadcasts... one of the perks about where he works. It has at least 1000 cds in it, probably more. Anyway, last night, when he wasn't using it, I used it. I have his logins and stuff, he gave em to me. Apparently today, his boss was mocking him, "You fag, listening to Tori Amos". Oops.
I have nothing more to say today except that I'm going to miss Bob. I knew his life was too extreme to be real fake. On the other hand, I'm happy he's gone because I'm still here. Heh.
Okay, I'm done now. I can't think of anything more to ramble and waste your time reading.
Posted by Ashley @ 08:16 PM PST [Link]
I just installed trillian and it is very cool. I like the idea of having all my buddy lists in one window; very convinent.
Lordy, I am trying to set up somthing with a friend for my site and it looks like we aren't on the same page. I hate it when things are perfectly clear in your head but when the idea gets out in the open it's all jumbled. Blah I need to fix this.
Posted by Meghan @ 08:06 PM PST [Link]
Right now there are soooo many beautiful women around me--or it could be the drugs. Maybe it's best if I don't think about it. Did I ever tell you I love you guys.
Bob, please tell Mr. Powell I love him too. Sorry to see you go buddy. I thought for sure you were the one pulling my strings, but I guess it must be someone else. Who's up there?
Oh well, one more straight guy down. It's just you and me David *dirty look...tumbleweed...showdown at the okc whistl*
I'm sitting at a cyber cafe where the rate is (well let's just say I really need that contest money).
Bertie, I'm not burnt out... I just saving the strength in my fingers for more important things. Just have a seat and take your shoes off while I warm up some peach durian scented lotion. Close your eyes and relax and let these hands work their magic! <3<3<3
Eve, Rabi, Belinda, Ernie, Peter, have a seat on the waterbed and take a number. There's plenty of Ted for everybody. *cues 70's porn soundtrack*
P.S. Looking forward to eating ramen with you at the post-PM party Wockerjabby! (No, not a inuendo... unless you want it to be)
Posted by Ted @ 03:50 PM PST [Link]
I knew Bob was real. Nobody would make that stuff up. Sorry to see you go, Bob. Interesting "takes" on your site, by the way. First time I've seen a reasonable argument that was both anti-abortion and pro-choice. Good for you.
Grrgh. Our web server is fried. Tech Support says there's been a virus on the machine since June 15. Okay, and all that virus-protection software of ours is supposed to do what exactly? Grrgh.
Ashley, that's a wonderful picture. Hope work was better today.
Posted by David @ 02:22 PM PST [Link]
Bye Bob.
I think I jinxed myself by talking about the ex. He msged me late last night and was the jerk I knew he could be. Apperantly he is talking to my father. Which means that all the info Payam is getting from the father is something along the lines of, "Meghan is a cold hearted bitch and a liar." Then this morning the phone was ringing for close to 30mins, I thought it could be an emergency becase there was no reason anyone else would stay on the phone for 30 f*cking minutes. So I pick up and hear "Is your brother there?" "He's asleep," I respond "Asleep?! At 9:30... I doubt it" *click* WTF is that?
I'm going back to bed...
Posted by Meghan @ 01:20 PM PST [Link]
Philo is 221, and I'm 222? Does that mean he is on top? Wooo! *winks at Philo*
Ughm Ashley I pray to every deity that I've heard of that you get that job at the coffee shop. When a woman throws up on your counter its time to call it a day. The natiest thing I've had happen at work was some asshole stick gum between some anime. So when I pulled one out to give it to a customer a whole long row cam with me. That was a lot of gum the shithead wasted too. I swear he made a chain of like 7 or 8 tapes.
Work was cool for me. Nobody threw up, one guy returned a opened DVD but I didn't care sinced it was the Jungle Book, and I let him exchange it for the new Pooh movie that came out. Say, is anybody here into Anime? I need some recomedations. I know Blood comes out soon, and Akira is going to be rereleased next week.. I think.
Did I mention that I love me some Philo? Can I say it again? I love me some Philo. His stories are so well "fabricated".
*Puts on camo bandana* Look Bertie I'm a survivor!!. And hello Rabi. *waves*
I'm really nervous about those quiz results.
Posted by James @ 10:46 AM PST [Link]
Oh, nasty. I was doing a search for puppetmaster + eva just to see if I would stumble across anything interesting (rather than do anything constructive, you know) and instead I found this on a neo-nazi site.
With regard to those "still missing" in Argentina, the Jews obscenely whine how "funerals are the one sacred rite common to Judaism, Christianity, and Islam, and the one observance that binds atheists, agnostics, and believers". So, where, I ask, is the final resting place of Adolf and Eva Hitler, if I may be so bold? Or that of the Goebbels? Goering? Himmler? Heydrich? Streicher? THESE are our "missing in action"!!!
... and so on and so forth. Eugh. I think it's time to shutdown my computer.
Posted by Eva @ 08:08 AM PST [Link]
Hurry up and eliminate somebody goddammit!! So we can all get on with our lives. Thank you.
David, I liked your moth poem. Ashley, I hope you get that coffee shop job for your own sake. Philo, you are Betty Dodson. Well done.
I've packed nearly all my books and videos now. Dear god but I have a hell of a lot of books. I have given lots of nice postcards and stuff to the French girl. I hoard so much junk it's ridiculous. The only time I ever clear out is when I'm moving. And this time, I'm going to become a minimalist. Yeah, right.
Another good thing has happened. I already arranged to cover for a friend of mine for two weeks while she's in Spain: she works four hours a day in the office of an Indian food company. Well, she called me last night to ask if I could maybe feed her cats while she's gone. So I asked if I could maybe actually crash there, which she's totally cool with. PEACE AND QUIET! Also, it means one less bus to catch to get to her job, and it's just down the road from the computer lab where I'm going to be working 5-11 every night next week. Yay.
(Hi Rabi.)
Posted by Eva @ 07:47 AM PST [Link]
I haven't slept yet. I can't sleep. I'm going to be voted off the island. My tiki torch will be exterminated. I have had nine hours of sleep in four nights.
Ahhh, pretty picture to take my mind off everything. I took that while in Europe over Spring Break. I showed Mark a bunch of pictures I'd taken tonight from over there and he was REALLY impressed. Of course, he's always REALLY IMPRESSED with me, whether it be learning linux commands or being able to cook. I'm REALLY IMPRESSED I'm still here.
And also REALLY IMPRESSED that I'm still awake. G'nite. That's all, folks.
Posted by Ashley @ 06:31 AM PST [Link]
Just wanted to get this in while I can. I've got this irrational fear that Ernie is going to wake up while I'm writing this, and eliminate me before I get the chance to hit the "add entry" button. I'll miss you...
But Rabi, it's not nearly as good on cottage cheese. And there's been plenty of good poetry written about insects.
Ashley: Ew. That is all.
Bob, here's my theory about cookie dough ice cream: Cookies, as we all know, have a lot of calories. But a calorie is a unit of heat, right? So obviously, if you don't bake the cookies, and indeed freeze them in ice cream, they'll have fewer calories. So cookie dough ice cream is the ideal lo-cal alternative to eating regular cookies.
So, if I were an evil Puppetmaster, would I stoop to having myself or my puppet "go away" for a few days? I would if I were burning out, that's for sure. I wonder if my er, Bob's anyone's post frequency is going to hit a spike while "Ted" is away?
Posted by David @ 05:54 AM PST [Link]
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. The sound of waiting for an impending lynching based on someone making poor choices. On the web no one can hear you scream. But I think I'll scream anyway. Excuse me! 221 here! 221 reporting in! Boy, am I glad I got out of retail. Thank you ladies for the reminders. And how was my day? It was long. It was all about work. There were meetings, phone calls, conversations, lunch... Lunch was good. Hunan chicken satay, a salad, Vitamin Water. I'm a sucka for easy nutrition. There were more phone calls, strategic planning sessions, advertising to design... I ended up staying late too to tighten up tomorrow's "Maximizing Masturbation" workshop. I got lots of calls about it today so it's lookin like I'll be having myself a little crowd of students. I guess my (mostly stolen) verbage paid off:
What part of the male anatomy gets the most touch with the least creativity? Prepare your body for one of the most powerful and pleasurable experiences available to men. This video and discussion workshop will teach you twenty astonishing masturbation strokes that awaken self-love, creativity and boundless pleasure. We'll also explore cock reflexology, self-massage, ritual masturbation, erotic breathing rhythms and how to prolong orgasm. If you masturbation the same way you did 10 years ago, with diminishing results, this workshop is for you.
Makes me kinda hard. It's almost as hot as being Number 221! It's almost as sexy as women in military uniforms carrying assault rifles, right Bob! Since when are you a Texan? It's almost as sexy as The Webbys! Almost as sexy as the art of the web itself! Almost as sexy as Ernie's Angels, as running naked in a rainstorm! It's even almost as sexy as Ev in spandex pants!!! I think I need a cigarette.
The big warm soft mushy place in my heart today goes out to Rabi. Thanks for the good word. In closing this one I do wanna say I miss Nancy, Shea and Pete. Seriously. But please God, let me miss em awhile longer. As it is it ain't lookin like Ernie and Belinda are going to slay anyone tonite. I'm getting sleepy. I gotta teach people how to masturbate tomorrow. I need my rest. It's time for bed, but not before I set one small thing straight. David: You're right. You're not a dating expert and it wasn't any of your business.
Everyone, it's been a pleasure.
Posted by Philo @ 02:03 AM PST [Link]
Wednesday, July 18, 2001
Oh lord was it a long day. The sadistic cousin called again and tried the same prank which obviously didn't work. I had him transfer me to my boss though and it looks like for the next few weeks I wil be working 40+hours. Awwe yeah in three short weeks I can buy a cheepy little car to replace my pos car. Freshman laughed at my car. I can't seel it because it is so awful, I have to donate it to the magnet schools and get a tax write off.
This woman came into our store trying to return a VCR she had "bought" at another Freddy's but was two years old. Then five minutes later a man comes in trying to return batteries he bought in 1994. Then just before we closed a woman tried to return her two year old ink cartridges. Just because I am not a manager doesn't mean I am lying to you about our return policies.
I am gogin to bed, hopefully I still be here whem I wak up, though I doubt it after taking that horrid quiz earlier.
Posted by Meghan @ 11:15 PM PST [Link]
Work was stressful. I feel rather odd after it. I have come to believe almost all customers are evil.
God kill me. I hope I get this job at this coffee place I applied to. They said they'd call in the next couple days if I did, but with my luck.... hey, Rachael, we can have coffeeshopwars!
Posted by Ashley @ 09:39 PM PST [Link]
There is nothing like a cold can of Mountain Dew at 6:30 AM to really lighten up your life. (Mental note: Next time, make Her bring a change of clothes so I don't have to drive Her ass home at 6:00 AM)
Rachael, are you joking about Fremont, California? Everyone who has ever lived in CA and taken CA history knows of John Fremont the famous explorer and erstwhile Presidential candidate. Of course, since CA has such a suckass history, that's pretty much all you learn when you learn about California history. Oh yeah, they go on about how California was independent for a while (right) but California has never been and will never be as cool as the greatest State in the U.S., Texas. I'll finish by saying one thing, "No matter what state you live in, My State can kick your state's ass and then secede and kick your Nation's ass."
I'm glad other people like chocolate chip cookie dough too. It's good but honestly I don't miss it too much because like I said, I don't eat ice cream that often. What I really miss is Taco Bell (and for you Texans, Taco Cabana even more). There ain't a lick of good Tex-Mex in this neck of the woods. Not that Taco Bell is "good Tex-Mex", but it is good fast food Tex-Mex.
Welp, now it's time to take a shower. Pray for me.
Posted by Bob @ 08:50 PM PST [Link]
This will be brief. I have been working to finish my quiz since returning home from work. This test is rather daunting you two. Rachael, may I ask you what your favorite coffee shop is? (laughing). Unless I am mistaken, which could be, I believe I am doing pretty well this time. I hope I'm right.
My friend Jessica and I are going to the pier to see the Indigo Girls. It is a beautiful night for it. The sky is clear with little bands of high streaking clouds. The best part is not having to pay either. I will provide details later. I would not want to create more confusion as I did mentioning Fremont, or would I? (laughing). Who has ever heard of Fremont, California?
Jessie is here and my test has been sent. We need to leave. Thank you Bob, Peter and Eve for your support recently. I am not always having the easiest time with this game to be honest. I appreciate it. Anyways. We are already very late. I was not about to hurry at the expense of incorrect answers though. I will write more later tonight.
Posted by Rachael @ 07:50 PM PST [Link]
Yay James, you eat ramen! But hopefully you eat the good stuff tho. Does your friend Christine (who I’m assuming is Chinese since her family owns a Chinese restaurant) take you to some good ramen places?
Bertie - Love the boba pix!!! And thanks for saying it right instead of "pearls" or "bubbles". ewww…
Rabi - Nice to meet you. I look forward to whoring myself out to you.
Ok kids, I’m off on a little adventure and won’t be back until Friday. I’ll try and check in and write whats going on. If I’m not kicked off (god damn that quiz was hard!), I’ll talk to you guys then. Otherwise, its been fun guys.
Posted by Ted @ 03:46 PM PST [Link]
Here's one of my favorite poems. It's by Don Marquis, of Archy and Mehitabel fame.
the lesson of the moth
i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires
why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would
now be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense
plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll
that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves
and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity
but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself
archy