wtf wannabes, you are not black, you are not eminem, you are not even vanilla ice. you have no rhythm or soul. therefore you are not hiphopping on stage, you are posturing. and good god it’s disgusting to watch.
likewise to anyone who does stupid dance routines on stage. notice that the singers with real talent don’t need distracting dance moves. possibly the only kind of people who can pull off dance + song is, like, tina turner. i’m pretty positive that 80 percent of you silly taiwanese pop stars are so NOT tina turner. so just sit down…behind the opaque black curtain thanks.
was emotional all weekend. not quite sure why …may be due to the fact that my brain hasn’t been overwhelmed with the usual stress from werk and finally allowed to breathe. if i was a method actor, i’d have plenty of emo-fodder to use.
back to back narnia two-fer yesterday. they got it so right (well, excepting that stupid susan lurves caspian crap). wish they’d waited for adamson to do the golden compass as well — instead we’re left with the hot mess that didn’t turn a profit. boo. should just have adamson handle all children’s lit adaptations in the future. so the unlearneds didn’t have to ruin cooper’s dark is rising. it’s ridiculous how they managed to f up so straight forward a plot. there are all kinds unfortunately.
chrome-ing jedi bob. because ie7 + service pack3 is Nucking Futs. weird how the bookmarks menu is way off to the right. will take some getting used to.
for once a fair view on bush’s administration. cuz he wasn’t a dickhead, just a dunderhead at times. bush wasn’t a total failure at all issues and to pin every fault on him is narrow-minded and elitist. i still get annoyed when the pretzel incident is mentioned. as if he was the only person in the world who ever choked on a pretzel. people are so mean sometimes.
not often is this a chronicle of my day. i think this’ll be the second post of this sort ever in my entire online writings.
got up at 9:30 (minus the minor kerfuffle of mom telling me she was leaving). turned on jedi bob and checked usual online haunts. textbook listed just last night for 5 bucks sold! (how surprising). shower. oh the heavenliness of hot water! answer call from the boy. embarrassing personal situation hereby omitted (hahaha!!!). dress for 80 degree weather (wtf with this bizarre heat wave in farkin january). while scrounging for envelopes around the house to the sounds of the breakfast club on showtime, nat calls. agree to meet her in old town so speed tape/pack the textbook in record time, grab pizza stone, and fly out the door. no parking or wait lines at the post (shocking!) so managed to leave in under 10 minutes. cruise towards old town. call nat when about 10 minutes away to tell her we’ll meet at 21 choices. parking at the delacey lot is horrendous. park at permit only spot — but then, no one else parked there had any sort of permit displayed so maybe it’s ok on weekends. meet nat and we both decide to grease it up at noodle planet. hainan chicken for her, pho ga for me. excellent garlicky hainan chicken rice — but pho 79 is still number 1 in my book. afterwards, wander about z gallerie, apple store, crate and barrel, and waterworks. ahhh…i love how my mind flounders and can’t come up with complimentary colors to oyster purples. last stop at the container store wherein several large plastic boxes were purchased then hauled all the way from fair oaks to the delacey parking structure. arrrghs. but no ticket on the car! yay! drive to nat’s. sitting around arses and intercut home furnishing decisions with gossip to the tunes of orange county housewives throughout. near seven, walk to trader joe’s and pick various items for home-baked pizza. make ghetto fab pizza because certain ingredients were missing but bah, who cares! pizza turned out slightly soggy around the middle and the sides stuck to the pizza stone (aw man!). garlicky though, it’s all good. several silly pictures were taken. golden globes were watched, comments aplenty from the peanut gallery. halfway through an educational doc on toulouse-lautrec (erase this recording by 2011 or else!!!!). drove home.
so yieah. MUCH better than studying!!!
just realized that the first day of jury duty is inauguration day. now i really wanna get called in — at least the telly’ll be on and i can watch!
lil miss bitchy got lucky today as she was the recipient of all my recent pent-up frustration. that’s what you get if you call tech support and proceed TO NOT LISTEN. why the fuck are you even calling then, if you think you know so much better than we do already? if only Logic and Reason could be packaged and sold. there’d be booming business.
also, i can’t believe i managed to eat an entire t-bone today. granted it wasn’t all that big — but wow. where’d i even put all that meat?!
it’s the 14th of january and i’ve already broken my lone new year resolution twice. no butter? pssh! that would render life pointless. srsly.
louis kahn
eileen gray
imohotep
edward hopper
e.e. cummings.
william shakespeare
rene magritte
walt whitman
jan vermeer
all that online shopping for christmas — now i’m all Must Shop Online Some More. what’s today’s deal on amazon? scroll through the lists at dealnews and slickdeals. i blame it on getting the stargate and family guy sets for so cheap. this buying stuff thing is addictive. what’s even sillier is that i don’t even have the time to enjoy the purchases. some other folks are so lucky.
i. wanna. go home!
have turned into a useless lump of lump. garsh werk is sux0rz.
burning need to write. not write emails to people. write like offbeat, quirky accounts of charming cynics.
was supposed to clean up the werk desk but haven’t yet found the time (except the time to write nonsensicals herein).
headaches. blarg.