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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Tuesday, September 30, 2003
"If i can't walk around nekked it's too damn cold!' Misc Odd Jobs to Attempt Casino Dealer Saturday, September 27, 2003 Players Win and Winners Play. From now on i'm going to take a deck of playing, tarot, or loteria cards to clubs/bars/outings and a permanent marker. Go Ask Alice When She’s 10 Feet Tall. I dreamt I was at 25,000 feet breathing calmly thinking of the grandeur of the view and how perspective changes everything all the while not exactly hurtling towards earth but floating as light as a feather in and out of slip streams trying not to get too high where the oxygen is thin of none (even if it already was), never worrying if I would crash because I wasn’t falling- I’d just land myself when I got close enough. And Other Dry Definitions. Have you ever had the sneaky suspicion that understanding is overrated? You can come to one of many understanding of anything, you don’t even have to experience it. It seems like only the very first step in a process far grander; that only so much can be transferred by understanding. Can I Use Your ____? No: My toothbrush, My motorcycle, bed for anything other than resting unless i'm involved.
I found my first tiger whisker today. Though tigers shed them like crazy compared to other cats it's still a bit like finding a needle in a haystack, especially if you're not too familiar with looking for them amongst dead grass and straw.
The mole on my left palm is dissapearing, the one i've had all my life. So much for building a tattoo around it.
There are bugs here in Boyd 50 miles from dallas that i had never seen living there for 6 years.
I remember one Samhain I celebrated at a pagan festival that made clear the problems I have with most earth based religions- mostly why I could not fully adopt any of them I had come in contact with and why none of them chose me. Something nagging and something missing in the whole endeavor. It became obvious when a high ranking member of the Temple Of Seth spoke- when a very hippy dirt snorting lady asked her ‘what about the Earth?’ in relations to a Sethian’s worship. She spoke of the Earth as a mother that gives birth to us and sustains us but of the multitude and magnitude of the Heavens above and around the earth, that that is where the Sethians turn their spiritual attention. The hippy lady was enraged and rejected the concept by reiterating her point with more passionate adjectives. The Sethian woman swiftly cut what had now become her illogical whining off and left her no room for any rebuttal. So I never investigated the temple of Seth much more, they are shrouded in secrecy as to the inner workings and I did not need to get involved in what she described to us for initiates of the Temple, being fairly good at facing my own fears or at least recognizing them. I always remembered what she had meant and I never went to another pagan festival after that Thursday, September 25, 2003 I don't carry a hanky in my left back pocket, just paper and a pen. I need to see some form of ID, like the names of your favorite poem(s). That's a wrap Sapphists and all other lip lickers, you need no longer envy the whale. Scaring the neighbors as a form of defending friends. Amy’s Slightly Sketchy Upstairs Neighbor: Hey, how are you Sunday, September 21, 2003
Saturday, September 20, 2003 Vampires or Werewolves? Personally, and for reasons perhaps only of where I am in my life at the moment, I am sick of Goth clubs, Baroque castles, fine fabrics, rare antiques, and hoity toity dinning room sets. Current occupation considered, why do you think I reek six days a week? Cuz i wanted to go digging and playing in the dirt and werewolves occupy the particular mythical end of the spectrum I’m swing around now. But enough about me- which creature do you prefer and why? And blinkers are not only for horses. Range Maggots is the slang for sheep in Texas. All they care about as far as meat goes is Bull. I'd forgotten this. My diverse carnivorous pallet is getting dry.
I can’t believe I’m dying to hear that new Pink song from Full Throttle. *starts humming it to herself* Wednesday, September 17, 2003 Serviaming them up. So my high school made us do many hours of community service till by our senior year, we were dedicating enough time to a selected service (though not one serving animals; a point i was always sore about) that it was considered a ‘project’ of sorts, a commitment to be fulfilled as relating to the school motto and in the image of our patron saint. Now, years down the road, i’m hearing from near and far through the wonders of modern communication of the current endeavors of my former classmates. Some want to be shrinks, go into medical research, be social workers, work with the mentally handicapped, be senators, manage housing for the poor, become a vet, a doctor, an exotic animal keeper. These are the people I cared about back then, or at very least felt at ease with.
God indicators Keep them right next to your radiation indicators. Notice any similarities? The Evil Eye? Today I learn you can even give your eyes when you’re an organ donor. I feel a short fiction piece coming on. Oh so sexy I am currently:
One thing I never thought about in NM but am plagued by here is Fire ants. I haven’t had to do the ¾ naked fire and dance yet but I did need to drop my pants.
Today one of our cougars who is skinny and ever so picky with his food left us a message about yesterday’s meal. In his house where his metal pan is he had left about 3lbs of meat that had been smushed to the sides of the pan and bits scattered about the floor by the running around of his toy bowling ball which rested in the middle of the pan. He had brought the bowling ball into the house, got it into the pan full of food and rolled it around and around and left the whole job right in the middle of his house. Planned or not, I got Shasta’s message clearly.
Because I miss Philosophie Drinke. Sunday, September 14, 2003 Observations without much point. Cougars can purr, the other bigger cats can't. Bobcats have tails that look like little stubby worms. Leopards are just as graceful with only 3 paws, and even the largest of the cats isn’t too big to chase his own tail.
What are the effects of not having a pride for male Lions in captivity? "I shall wish you three grants" I have to write a grant during my internship here. I’m going to write to Whole Foods for fish heads (go Omega 3) and for claw grabbing pooper scoopers. Yay Absurdity! But these will actually be of use around here.
Tigers, lions and jaguars all smell different. Don’t know about the individual cat’s smells yet but as far as species goes- yep, they all reek what they slow. We’re having a heat wave, A tropical heat wave, The temperature’s rising, It isn’t surprising, She certainly can can-can All the female cats are in heat.
You know after dealing with pissed of 500lb tigers I think I can deal with anything man throws at me…Except bullets and weapons of mass destruction.
Righteous nouveau bluegrass from Santa Fe.
The Kants?
Got myself a drag king gig for Saturday night at this place . For my first performance ever as a drag king I sang ‘Wrong Way’ by Sublime to a small crowd of over 21ers expecting 'Divas' not Male impersonators. I hadn't had much time to rehearse and other altercations presented themselves in the process of trying so i winged the majority of it. Something i won't do the next time i perform. I made $1 and spent $1 so i broke even. Some people got a kick out of it, some didn't, the DJ fucked up too which didn't help a bit and the crowd seemed tired from having waited over a half hour for the damn drag queens to get their shit together. Always some drama at a gay bar.
There is a succubus that comes and visits me in my dreams rarely and when I least expect it. She has long thick lushes mahogany hair that is always slightly damp, usually with sweat. Her deeply tanned European skin is always slightly oily but her eyes she makes sure you don't ever look into for too long. Often she’ll take over my entire dream and our arduous dealings are all I will remember. I don’t run from her ever, but she does catch up with me. I know she’s not trying to kill me, at least physically. Even so, often I’ll waste my entire dream intentionally, almost wantonly, staving off or subduing her attempts at seducing me as she wraps herself around me, licks and whispers the crudest things. It only draws me in deeper. When I wake up I’m not that well rested and just a little bit frustrated.
Lethargy has set itself upon my body. I could blame it on Texas- since everything was always provided for me here and I could hardly ever make myself do hard physical exercises (also why I left to begin with) or the fact I’m working physical labor (not the hardest though) 7 to 4, but often less than 7 hours a day.
You’ve heard of seasonal burning of land right? What about a seasonal burning man (no, not the festival, an individual)? Not a pyro with a compulsion but someone who needs the thinning out and destroying to prompt growth in his life? He’d burn his house every few years and everything in it. Part of the chain at last. I know less than I thought I did and I realized how much more can not be ever thought about in words, let alone talked or described by them. And I just sat and contemplated this a while- like seeing a Euclid prop in whole and part and seeing through it all at once.
Why do American mumble so bloody much?? Pockets full of lead, almost feels like kryptonite. This morning a very top heavy (overly developed upper body) volunteer came in to help us out. I hadn’t seen him before yet and as we dished out meat inedible to humans (as it contains just about everything the butcher can’t sell including bone bits and granulated charcoal to keep it fresh) and sold primarily to racing dogs, he mentioned with dismay how you can no longer keep in the cab of your truck a shotgun loaded and ready to go and park it at your local high school as you go to classes as he did when he was a kid. And I cringed internally. Then I remembered shooting shotguns myself. And yes, I can see why happiness is a warm gun to some- with its shotgun punch and the earth shattering blast leaving without a ricochet zing but ears ringing and thin smoke of thick smells curling as barrels lock and load while the shells fly and targets are utterly obliterated. Thursday, September 4, 2003
Well odviously i made it all the way to Dallas again in one day but this time with the new twist of about 3 or 4 hours of sleep. Somewhere after Childress, TX, time, speed and distance made no sence at all, regardless of how thick and unforgiving the concrete is there is a far vaster existance supporting it. I stopped every 100 or so miles and bought country peaches and cider every chance. I love that stuff- you just know you're not going to ever get them in the city. I even met up with Southern Cruiser's Riding Club outside of Bowie. I stopped in Denton to suprise Jenny and Liz and the rest of the UTD/TWU crowd. My fortune cookie from dinner said "Somebody wants to share their dreams with you". Riding in Dallas still scares me, so does the way of life at large, and i have no idea what/where to eat around here.
Well it's a nice option. I usually never do this but it's relevant and pertinent SUN - Mary Pranksters
I did it. I threw an amazing party. A mix of people, most of whom where my dear friends (even the ones with smoke allergies or that aren’t drinkers came), johnnies and assorted others, the ones that slightly knew me or didn’t at all were nice enough to say hello and goodbye, no one got rowdy or violent at all, the place only received some beer tracking marks (not that anyone else will be able to tell but me considering the state of the damn place before I filled five huge trash bags with crap from the floors) but I’m sure those are due to after I went to bed and my room mate Scott took over and kept partying, in fact most of the not so good things happened after that point, no one got shitty shitty drunk, the band rocked hard and punky and were very well received, my ears are still ringing the next morning, the cops weren’t called and no neighbors complained, my pony keg of fat tire lasted a damn long time and got taken care of, the ginger wine from England did not disappoint, neither did other libation gifts, and that was one of the best nights of my life. I can leave happy, knowing the wealth of what I’m leaving and that it will continue.
Why didn’t the Irish, of all people, come up with vodka? Things to teach a (pet store) parrot: “Who’s your daddy?” “Show me the money!” “Damn cracker.” “Arrr..It’s drivin’ me nuts!” “Dead polly six leagues under” “I am the walrus.” “I will eat your soul.” “Satan!” to respond by falling on his side to ‘bang!’, to flap his wings when you said ‘fan’ or ‘air conditioning’ and of course, the Time Warp. Hip to the word of Plato, fool- yo. No, Life will never be as veraciously organized as my mind may try to make it, as my mind may think it should be. Boring really. After all, a mind can be lost in the course of a life but vice versa?
If you happen by dead armadillos on the side of the road in Denton that are tipping back bottles of Lone Star Beer (the national beer of Texas) I know who did it. Man’s World I got called miss today by a stranger while in the middle of something far more important to me than him and I didn’t respond until he had entered my personal space looking for keys he thought he had left on the table I sat at. I’m a Ms at St. John’s and on every other damn form and document. Maybe I’m trying too hard to be P.C. or maybe I care very much about the use of language. An older woman next to me said, “Is it just me or is ‘miss’ condescending to anyone over 12?”
I realize now it’s not that I’m crazy. I’m just bored. Which makes me do slightly more odd things than I would usually bother expending energy on. Ideal sleep conditions. No computer of other mechanical devices, no lights blinking, less than a 10 watt at most, darkness at best, much less than one decibel, no mirrors or very reflective surfaces, no ticking clocks, dripping faucets or swirling loos and no others snoring, 7 pillows or three and a person or five and a cat, down bedding.
I need a 23” draw and a 40-50lb bow, some three blade broad head arrows for boar hunting. Dry drew a bow to test it as we were deciding the specifications at an archery place and popped the string. Ouch that zinged and ripped my flesh, can’t imagine what it would be like to get hit with an arrow. “I’m on the road, I won’t be back again…Cuz I can’t afford to pay my student loan” – Mary Pranksters My dad has taken out an extensive life insurance policy for me as soon as I had decided to work with big cats during my year off and be in other potentially wild which equals dangerous to him, situations. So I answered ‘no’ a lot to questions, am 5’4” with my boots on, then I peed in a cup for them and bleed discreetly. I’m not totally sure but student loans ARE deferrable. I guess he’d just get paid back for raising me all those years. Not worth joining the French Foreign Legion as ‘Jacque Merde’ for like some Johnnies plan to do after graduating.
I’m working on developing my first allergic reaction- it’s to nickel. I’ve got Sw-ick. If I ever have an Aquarium it will be a Tiki Lounge theme- deck chairs of bamboo, Tiki torches with little shiny orange flames that wave in the water, a big Easter island head, a hula doll, a long board and a fake wave. Wonton Subversives I’m still waiting for someone to buy a gerbil for evil purposes. after four or five and a growler. Walking with confidence but not in a strait line. The splendor without the rigor is only the smell of fresh meat and not the taste. Oh my god….THE FRESHMAN ARE GEORGEOUS!!! Not only that but they have style, don’t just sit in corners talking about Plato and they dance, or at least try to.
Religions hold on to their scholars and geniuses like grim death and for dear life.
I’m working on making a wooden device (or really just a sawed off, sanded and molded 2x4 at this point in time) that will allow a human (me that is) to run at full speed less awkwardly and with less strain on the shoulders on all fours. Anyone ever heard of such a device before or people doing this? I’m debating if anything more constructed instead of just contoured would actually be useful.
Fuck it, I’m going to throw myself a going away party next weekend here in this stinking wooden piss pot of a house (I’m not mopping but the beer cans will be mostly gone so you can more freely walk about) At least one local band and we’ll see about things to fill ones self with. You are all hereby invited if you are anywhere in the area.
Hum…Fopsy Bunny…got to be a great drag/stage name- for what sort of character I’m not sure.
Is it too late for me to do a blogswap cd for you all? Oh and, Marvelous Marmite finally arrived from one Fabulous Fop.
An old lady called today and sheepishly asked for helpful advice with a situation she had. Her faithful dog had eaten her false teeth, all $500 worth of them.
There was a little frightened gray mouse in my shower this morning. Working at a pet store is invading my home life. I did think about taking it to work but thought better of the reality, diseases, domestic introduction and feeder possibility aside. Certain people would be proud. Broke a hickory escrima stick today. You know, the wood they use for sledge hammer handles? The guy that sold them to me hasn’t ever heard of that happening before. That makes every wood but Bali and Ironwood that’s good for fighting sticks that I’ve broken. And what’s left to try are all $40 a pair. Crap. Metal for hitting isn’t an option either, only for air practice because it’s so bad for the wrists to absorb that shock. For a martial art that uses STICKS as equipment this is becoming slightly expensive.
To a Ferret the world is shiny. And a Ball of McGuyver’s Hair. Donnan gave me an ear swab used by K.D. Lang as he was her assistant the other night at the concert she threw. Now before I throw it out- you think I should try selling it on E-Bay for evil lesbian cloning projects?
So utterly pleased with my new Bear Claw Knife. Happy Happy Joy Joy and things that make me smile. “And um,.... you will get blood on your clothing.” – IEFS lady The time warp (getting me) again. One of the most heavily visited post offices in Santa Fe for non-business mail opens at 10am. THE POST OFFICE….OPENS AT 10AM.
Roads like a river with tributary fingers. Pet Shop Baby Boys and Girls @#$% Guppies, we might as well sell yuppies in the tanks as ‘feeders’. But never their kids, Pete says they’re too much trouble and too noisy.
Daniel Lee's Manimals. Damn. Just gorgeous, even if they were used for corporate ends secularly.
Enjoi brand. What they don’t tell you is the small print on their tags, ‘Dirty laundry keeps women busy’
She also hosts a wicked karaoke show and can spin out the drinks.
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