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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Sunday, November 30, 2003 A real live British superhero. Saturday, November 29, 2003
So... does anyone know someone in Amarillo who would let me crash at their domicile for a night? Or perhaps a minor offence that will land me in jail for one night only and not go on the record? how do fruitcake companies stay in bussiness?? Talk the paint off a brass doorknob
Getting ready to leave. Getting ready to leave the Sanctuary. I will miss these cats and memories of them will haunt me. Tuesday, November 25, 2003 Two places that shouldn't have closed because i'll never get to drink at them now. The Cockeyed Parrot- Deep Ellumn. Monday, November 24, 2003
Forking, Spooning, or Knifing? But please, no Sporking. Sunday, November 23, 2003 Leo. Leo Pard ma'am. Blaf. Blampfh!
The other night I had a dream- a nightmare when I woke and realized it. I was a strait guy in an unfamiliar bar with no friends or anyone I even recognized. And in this agonizing space of all unthinkable activities, I was trying to talk to women. I am so sorry. I didn't know it was that shitty. "Excuse me stewardess, but I speak Jive." And today i learnt that i do in fact speak several different dialects. We didn’t start the fire. But we have replaced the source of our attention. See, as a very drunken conversation of a friend turned up, in the beginning when our thick protruding brows still obscured it, there was the sun. We could not dare keep the cruel gaze of the flaming cycloptic overlord even when we did finally lift our heads. Then there was fire to tend to, promethean that seemed to descend from skies above, a gift of the gods that probably came out of the swift weapon of their wrath. Then- and this was the turning point- like little lightning bolts regulated into volts, and after many mad and dangerous experiments- electric wires lit our bulbs. Soon there was white snow and blue glaze of TV glare lighting every window at the evening’s setting. Now we’ve got a whole lot of 1 & 0’s that came with a green screen and not fire burn but radiation. Thinking about characters again. Chimerism and Mosaicism (OR who needs singularity when you've got genetic stripes). Not that i want to making slights on nature VS. nurture in the genetic make up of a person VS. their personality, but it would be great to write a story involving a character of each. Films set in/about Texas i should eventually see: Last Picture Show, Texasville, The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas, Paris, Texas, Greater Tuna, The Alamo, Dancer, Texas Pop. 81, She Wore A Yellow Ribbon, Happy, Texas, It’s In the Water, The Prophet, The Bullfighter, JFK The Whole Wide World, The Road To Galviston, Waltz Across Texas Saturday, November 22, 2003 Dearth In the words of Jaeger, “There seems to be an ass famine upon the land” Wednesday, November 19, 2003 in other animal adventures.... Dang possums are not bright creatures. They're not pretty or even that endearing in a cute-ugly pathetic way. Monday, November 17, 2003
An internally bruised muscle and an overpaid account. Well this is a day for personal firsts.
Lions are highly overrated says i. Sunday, November 16, 2003 like there's an elephant dump worth of money to be made in the bussiness Only if i get to put the gazelle in with the tigers. Otherwise it makes my head hurt.
In the spirit of those people who love to define a person by the media they consume, here is a wanting list of waiting for, because, no, I have nothing better to say of my own right now: Things to give big cats for x-mas: Giant Plastic Pickles congenial visits people! Sometimes i wonder if I'd be better off in prison. Friday, November 14, 2003 Only God can judge me. So now I know how Dyral felt. Before I only understood his situation- so many talents so strong and real and yet rendered useless by society’s standards. Because of things like hating to pay rent when you won’t leave a trace anyway and the whole of the land use to belong to yours, not being your own boss or simply being a cog in someone else’s monetary dream, and oh yeah-wearing a shirt.
The smell of ripe seafood and laundry detergent is strange- coming from a strip joint as you ride by is downright disturbing. havin' fun and loosin' teeth honky tonky style. Kinky Friedman's Guide to Texas Etiquette : Or How to Get to Heaven or Hell Without Going Through Dallas-Fort Worth or (Abridged Version) Thursday, November 13, 2003
This is almost as amusing as the surprises i get from the Baptist church down the highway, or, the current president. Now if i can find one that makes fake IDs... Wednesday, November 12, 2003
Well now that i've found what the slang for 'man boobs' is i may be able to find a male bra to buy as a gag gift. In the mean time, you can keep yourselves occupied with this. Tuesday, November 11, 2003
god- please no, not the tv again. I know she doesn't mean to be annoying- it's the way that she lives that is to me.
Luddite methods over repetitive actions- regardless of convenience, efficiency, simplicity or complexity. mmm…venison. *licks chops* mmm…lamb chops. *drools* I have, of recent, had a desire to simply use my hands to eat at every meal- not just for the usual: snacks, munchies, ‘finger foods’, sandwiches or pizza. No utensils. Dive right in, so to speak. It’s really a glorious experience- tasting first by touch the food before you about to be devoured. Tasting in a way which the mouth, nose or eyes can’t. Fulfilling immediate oral anticipation and deepening others instead of having all your focus on the movement of a small morsel through the air to your mouth of however much you managed to precariously perch on the end of some piece of wood, plastic or metal which will also have to go into your mouth with that food.
Fill the hole where your heart should be in, Richard D. James. I know it's just a comic strip, but I can relate to their reality from mine. "Ms. Bandy, the lions smell funny." Merde and other lovely perfumes from the Seign. Sometimes, I miss Paris. But for very odd reasons. Oh, and the nudist club where you check your clothing at the door. Monday, November 10, 2003 he-he -hehe *snort* -----BEGIN GEEK CODE BLOCK----- Saturday, November 8, 2003
But oath those boat figuerhead maidens aren't made pretty. *a lone banjo plays* I'm really getting down with my inner Hick out here. Today i found a pair of Dickie's bib front work overalls with all the pockets everywhere. They fitted over my sweatpants/longjohns and numerous layers of shirts and i was warm all morning (fairly dry too) and looked sort of good in a hokey kind of way. So Wham: Farmer Girl Ari. Ye-haw, praise the lord and pass the ammunition, we'll be playing like we're from tha' thar movie Deliverance! Yes, i can speak fluent redneck. Schite i hope i don't go home talking like a Texan. My pronunciation survived through high school but not out in the BOONIES. As long as our very texan director can't understand what i'm saying every once and a while, i suppose i'm ok. Thursday, November 6, 2003
Don't you ever make fun of marsupials again. I give you, the pink fairy armadillo.
So this is fun. I've been composing lines without context but with content in my head since i've come here. They're short and they don't go anywhere else with me but they could. I think i'll start collecting my own for an extra section to my current book- there's nothing better to be done with them and i do so hate to waste things. fear of the furry butt I don't care what kind of a martial artist you are or your physical prowess. Given the situation, it was nearly impossible to escape three eager tigress arses backed up against the fence all spraying. Tuesday, November 4, 2003 I don't know why, she swallowed that lie...And then there were none. "We're bringing about the Apocalypse Ari, and i'm OK with that." –Tim
hmmmmmmm..flabberflabberflabber. Highschool Dances: The dog with worms "What the...some chicken stamped a mark on these damn eggs!" Why do the men wear their full hunting camo gear to Walmart on a weeknight? Monday, November 3, 2003
Their cognizance works with associations of emotions to objects, and the compounded worth of experience in these events. Ours is by figurers, symbols and the relation of separate instances. Saturday, November 1, 2003 All it takes is one mistake and it may not even be yours. Fuck. I am sure in those two second i doomed myself to the world of men forever. I'm too torn to realize all the ramifications, only the ones that are easily verbalized and don't even define the lines of the rift.
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