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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Monday, February 23, 2004 Because it's probably better than Mardi Gras You can take your pick. Either too advanced or too barbaric to belong to a religion, they decided. Fencing Tournament this past Sat. It was all unsanctioned unrated fencers. We did foil. I won in the pools against the most experienced fencer there who went on to win the event. I lost to two people i shouldn't have- one because i was still adjusting to foil from sabre (those cuts must have hurt) and the other because, well, i couldn't get use to the attacking hamster style he had. It would be utterly useless in actual combat, but my sensibilities about screwing right of way in bouts and getting the touch aren't held by the FIE. The most romantic thing that Kant could ever say… She was inebriated and half out of sleep but she told me she had realized in her dream I was ‘a priori necessary’ New theory... Ok- New Mexico has a good deal of heavy metals (particularly plutonium) than any other state (except perhaps for New Jersey) in the water and in the air. Men collect such heavy metals (including plutonium) in their tentacles…so…if you ever wondered where the weapons of mass destruction were/are in Iraq, look no further than the eunuchs and M2F’s in NM. Only in Santa Fe- Vegetarians that smoke packs a day and veagans who eat steaks on the weekends. Only at band camp... "Twat? Twat? I cunt hear you, I have a slut ear infection. I need to go see the dicktor to get some penisillin."
Wiggin’ on wheat grass!!
We use the same bleach at the pizza place that we use at the sanctuary. If you work in human or animal services long enough you begin to believe in the awesome all powerfulness of bleach.
That was the first time since high school I’ve been asked to a slumber party…somehow I don’t think they had the same thing in mind though. Wednesday, February 18, 2004
I dreamt I began renting a vacant extra side room in a strip club somewhere in the Zia/St Francis strip mall area, it was in a cement corner at the back all by itself. I guess it use to be a movie theater or maybe a video arcade. The room I had was a long thin rectangle that could fit a queen and a single breadth wise and probably three couches length wise. It had a small study area/closet/bookshelf space that jutted out to the outside wall and also to the only small window that though it was small, had a gorgeous view of the Sangra de Christos but also below, a housing project where I viewed several women get searched by the cops. The joint had several side rooms for ‘VIPs’ and it also had a washed/dryer I would be using, and the bar was equipped with some sorts of cooking appliances. Since I worked late most nights they saw business too, I figure it would work out and I would be alone when the place was closed in the mornings. The ‘girls’ as they were referred to where there when I moved in and were all very interested in the fact I was taking the room as a room to LIVE in. They also liked the fact my girlfriend’s dog was there visiting me too. They invited me to come see them on the floor and hang out after their shows, which I accepted in part- keeping my distance till I was comfortable enough.
Does anyone think Jim Henson actually died of AIDS?
I am a cock block.
Hangover cure: Gentle Sex and Miso
We hired a raver girl at work that I helped train tonight. Puttin' on the Skit. Junior skit and I surprised Reike because he thought Lasser was playing him but HO ho! He was a Puck character in the skit that represented the seniors as the whole bang was ended with a Puck modified exit speech. He had the only part involving any acting. I received much praise for the appearance and many compliments. The skit was grand as junior skits go- only a few unfleshed out parts and glitches (to be expected from some slightly intoxicated one time rehearsed, non-acting people) and for the majority of it we pulled of many witty character portrayals instead of simply making fun of dumb things people did when they were a freshman. Unfortunately the mean parts where mean and unnecessary- a whole row of senior women were treated to hell as their sexual deeds were divulged. We managed to have monkey-boy repel down from the ceiling and also to do a shadow figure of a liar’s growing balloon penis.
Big little words like ‘fate’
Where is the separation between food and sex? Both have so much to do with consumption. 'The Sexual Politics of Meat' i've heard, for example, although i don’t advocate veganism as the ends of the evolution of human consumption, advocated a relationship that I do believe exists. I eat a steak- a good steak at that- once a month or so (when I can afford it and when my body says it’s time to devour muscle that's half cooked and soaked in it's own juices) like I have sex- only i get more sex than i do steak. Can't have it all... I do my best work in you
It’s easy to get dynamite- try any res up north. Just remember to answer 'no' to both their questions. Understandably. A southwestern swing customer got told he looked like Hugh Heffner tonight. He was so pissed.
They tried to tip our delivery driver in pot. I don’t even want to imagine the quality of that crap.
Stone Fridge is a lot bigger than the actual one. The The The Clash, The Cramps, and why not THE CLAP….besides, we go way back. Kitchen Secrets. Olive Oil as chapstick. Freud’s mustache. I know he was a syphilitic invalid at the end of his life and was probably being fed but how exactly do you get around this kind of facial hair? I imagine him like a sucker fish, maybe a catfish, or perhaps they raised and held it up like some sort of a flap curtain and shoveled it in underneath?
“I am civilized, my desires are not.” – Jeanette Winterson.
I need a hissing Squirrel head mounted on wall in my new house as a trophy. Why? Because we’ve already got zebra and gazelle skins and a sable antelope heads. Grah! Don't touch my nuts! Commitment issues with Aikido. So I’ve been going to classes again at St. John’s when i don't have to work that night and i'm loving it, but I have not gone back to the Dojo in town. Now it’s not the people I’m avoiding, or that it’s much harder to go there and schedule it, but the fact that it is far more formal than when the johnnies do it. If I began to participate downtown I would be expected to advance in the art (albeit testing is every 6 month) and honestly, I just want to muck around, be challenged by others and challenge myself to get better…but I do hate testing, and I don’t know if this is something I want to commit to just yet (it would take at least a minimum of 6 years to become proficient keep in mind), but I suppose I’ve got time to decide I want to.
But have you ever been dead legged in the middle of the night in bed by your lover when they were completely asleep??
Wana make out for Food Stamps?
Miss my cats, The Cats, and the cats terribly in that sinking stomach way.
My fencing foil came back to me!! After a year of being lost to the abuse of amateur stranger at St. john’s my electric pistol grip from T.C.A. found it’s way back to me! Rob is even going to re-wire it so I can use it for the mini tournament we’re going to have in two weeks time. Wooo!! Like the guy who invented 'Sea Monkeys' and 'X-ray Specks' that just died. The American Zen lawn mower set instead of the usual rocks and sand set for your office desk. Use alp alpha or wheat grass and a miniature push mower, to cut cross patterns into it and keep it watered with 'a special hydration system'!
“EXTRA HEAVY DUTY MAYONAISE” is in our kitchen. Is it for reaming? For lube? The first thing I truly remember… Being afraid of: Dolls in a crib my mother had bought me, it was really their cooing and the eyes that slid opened that scared me most. Or the minitor behind the boulder bearing down on me in the cavernous depths during the fever dreams I had. Big daddy gay bartender. His boyfriend has facial hair where he doesn’t. Head[less] of The Empire Well the idea may be funnier than the reality. Wednesday, February 4, 2004 Ok, just a quickie. I found a new place in Santa Fe, a room to myself...we'll see how it works out for me and with the owner.
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