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Nov. 6th, 2008

Writer's Block: Reading Aloud

One of the highlights of going to a literary festival is hearing authors read from their own works. What author, living or dead, would you most like to hear read?
Jack Vance for me.  I want to sit with him for an afternoon and hear him bring Cugel to life, really to life and then I want to talk to him about where it all comes from and where it's all going to.  I fear that a lifetime might not be long enough to really get to the heart of the matter, but it would be an incredibly pleasant journey (at least for me!)

Writer's Block: Forbidden Reading

From Judy Blume to V.C. Andrews, there's always a book circulating among teens that their parents don't want them to read. What favorite book did you have to hide from your parents?
It was VC Andrews all the way for me.  My mom read Flowers in the Attic and then announced that we were not allowed.  Silly mom.  I think I was all of 8 or 9 at the time, but forbidden fruit is the sweetest, so I snuck it off the shelf and read it.  Yeah, there was sex in the VC Andrews book and yes, it was incestuous (*GASP*!), but I don't think it has warped me.  Later on, in high school, I went out of my way to get banned book lists and read every one that I could get my hands on.  I'm just a rebel at heart, I guess.

The mom also tried to censor us from Roots (again, I was 8'ish).  And I remember that she fell asleep and my sister and I snuck out into the living room and watched it anyway.  There's a scene in the beginning, where Kunta Kinte's mother finds his drum and knows that he's been taken, so she wails her heartbreak to the empty trees (gutwrenching!) and my sister and I were waving our hands at the TV saying, "Shhhhh!"  Don't know why the volume button didn't occur to us.

Yes, sir...that's my President.

Three pics of our new President.  And when was the last time we had one that was actually smoking hot?  JFK?  Before my time...this is not all of why I love this guy...but it doesn't hurt none!


He makes this look so good.


His hero pose.  Yes, please!


You know, I think these two might just love each other.

There he is...enjoy his supreme awesomeness.  I know I am!

Oct. 24th, 2008

Why I love Berkeley Breathed

In an article about why he's retiring "Opus" (my world has not been the same since Bloom County no longer appeared in my funny pages - not the same at all)...this man's newsletter, sign me up!


On the utter sissy gutlessness of the US press:
"I'll be on my couch Sunday mornings screaming at Brokaw and Stephanopoulos to call out the blathering bastards on their stupid farking talking points and pin the dancing, lying, spinning Tasmanian Weasels down about something, ANYTHING for Christ Bloody Sake THE COUNTRY IS GETTING STEERED INTO CHAOS AND INSOLVENCY AND WAR BY ITS UNREAD UNINFORMED DULLARD SHEEP CONSTITUENCIES AND YOU JUST LET THE CANDIDATE SAY ONE MORE TIME WITHOUT OBJECTION THAT HE'S GOING TO CUT TAXES WHILE HE CALLS FOR FREE 24 KARAT GOLD FRANKFURTERS TO BE INSERTED INTO EVERY AMERICAN'S ASS JUST BECAUSE BUTT BULLION POLLS WELL.

You see right there why I can't have Opus involved with this anymore."

Oct. 15th, 2008

My ham is very hammy today


Me: “Hello, ma’am. How can I help you?”

Lady: “I’d like a half pound of ham.”

(I slice the ham, wrap it, and hand it over.)

Me: “Here you go, ma’am.”

(She opens up the package, sniffs the ham and makes a face).

Me: “Is there something wrong with the ham?”

Lady: “Yes. It smells very hammy.”

Me: “Am I to understand that you’re complaining that our ham smells like ham?”

Lady: *walks away in a huff*
 

Oct. 14th, 2008

The power of dreaming

So, I wake up at midnight from a dream that should have been frantic.  I should have been gasping and grateful for the "real" world to take over, but I was calm...very strange.

We were vacationing somewhere with the gang, someone the gang knew having a slew of people over for a week or so and we're cleaning up, getting ready to go home.  I poured water into this apparatus by the sink - in dream-think it looked like a sink to me.  As soon as the water hit it, though, it started slumping towards the floor and I'm thinking, "Damn it, that's not a sink at all, even if it is sinking."  (I love dream-think, the stuff makes so much sense when you're in the throes and once you wake up, makes none at all.)

So, I start cleaning up the horrendous mess I've made and in the process of cleaning, muck up something else, now I have a bunch of dirty towels.  So, I take those out to clean them and while I'm doing that, knock over something else.  Every task I undertake, creates another bit of chaos.  And now I'm dream-thinking that the gang's gonna be done with their part soon and they're gonna come in and see the disaster I've created.  So, I start cleaning faster and creating more chaos.  But, and here's where it gets weird, I'm not frantic about it.  I'm almost chuckling over how silly it is that everything I clean, causes something else to get messy.  I finally clean the last mess (with a handful of really expensive face cloths) and just manage to get those tossed away when the gang comes in and everything looks good.  I wake up in wonder that I didn't flip out and I'm not frantic and panting.

Interesting sensation - this feeling capable to handle crises - one at a time - even if every single one leads to another one, I'm still just working through it the best I can and the best I can is just good enough. 

Powerful.

Sep. 30th, 2008

Bad seed makes good

And it only took 39 years to do it, too.  Mom's birthday yesterday, so I sent the Happy Birthday email and when we chatted later - found out that my "Practically Perfect in Every Way" (tm) sister had forgotten the birthday.  Woo-hoo!!!  I got better than your sibling points!

Oddly enough, doesn't make me as happy as it should.  Maybe I really am over the competition phase.  (The polls have me way behind anyway).

And, of course because I'm evil on the inside, found it HI-freaking-LARIOUS that my sister, her husband and their three "only" children are having to live in a two bedroom apartment until their house is ready for them to move in.  Ah, chaos, my friend, thanks for sharing the love.

Thank all the powers that ever were that my chosen family is so bloody awesome.  I give the universe my thanks on a daily basis for them.

Woot!  That is all.

Sep. 23rd, 2008

The Journal - Mark II

And so it begins...again.