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last modified Dec 22, 2001 at 22:31
So you may notice a little text gear thingy at the very top of the page. Please feel free to add to it any little thing you feel like saying. It's an idea blatently stolen from Tim (happy birthday you sod, and pay your phone bill so i can contact you, alright? love you!). Management will be testing it out for a while, and if we like it, we may keep it, or stuff it below the 'title of your weblog'. Nifty, eh?
In other news- new twisted chrome highway pegs for the bike have been installed, BYOB birthday barbecue tomorrow for yours truely, and a new piercing. Weeeee!
So Pastor Fred Phelps and his congregation of Westboro Baptist Church (WBC) from Topeka, Kansas, the people of God Hates Fags fame, say they're coming to Santa Fe to protest the city because we held a well attended vigil for the two gay men who were victims of a hate crime here.
This doesn't seem very wise of the WBCers, but then again, some people thrive off of conflict and being downtrodden for their beliefs.
So should we try to give them rainbow flowers or rainbow valentines? I'm thinking something all in the spirit of what Oscar Wilde suggested, "Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much."
If you’re tired of the big so-so, (oh-oh-oh)
get yourself into some self control. (oh-oh-oh)
Play the game by putting on the brakes. (oh-oh-oh)
Slow down and you'll make less mistakes. (oh-oh-oh)”
-Sleater-Kinney, ‘Oh!’ from their new record, One Beat.
Why your cheap caffine filled coffee makes stange sounds
A Santa Fe comicer who did the hillarious Attention Deficite Girl.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Michelle Tea & Laurenn McCubbin, both at the same time! Because i missed their tour apperance here due to snow.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Victoria Terpsichore from Cowboy Bebop Session 7.
I just got hit on by a buildings and grounds worker. He looked surprised, stopped short at the door, and waited holding it open till I went through.
‘Hi gorgeous, how are you?’
I replied, ‘Not too bad pretty, how are you?’
To which he said, “Great now that I’ve seen you.”
Remember Furniture Porn? Well let me present, Puppet porn.
This is ridiculous. I don't want to believe it's real. Forget pants and even family, what happened to keeping it in the species?
Speaking of defining part of your identity with animals, you're a lot of unaustralian unaustralians. It sort of reminds me of Bushy when he says 'Unamerican anti-americanism".
Is this a new trend in NYC? Can anyone confirm this one for me?
A mermaid’s purse: The egg capsule of a skate or ray
Ford is trying to remake the Shelby. I still like the look of the old one better.
I found a Killer Bee Keeper, check out the honey selection.
HR Giger is now getting involved in the comic scene. NASA is promoting Pokemon, in the strangest of cross marketings for education. I just wish they'd shoot them all into the sun. Well everybody got to make a buck and then some more somehow.
Don’t eat the electric sheep is a new comic. I'm not sure if it's related to 'Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep', but i've always thought New Zealand Androids would. Here's some nifty screensaver software inspired by the ideas in the above book. And here's a group of online comics that aren't too bad, called e-sheep.
Lastly, Shane Amaya’s work. Daymn. I had the pleasure of viewing some of the original pages for Horns of Hattin, but I won’t kiss and tell here.
I like the tourists that 'hike' around downtown. You know- they’ve got their down jackets, ski caps and even their ski polls out.
RIP Bobby Short. Sing some classy cabaret songs in the sky.
I got some gear from my dealer for my bike, mostly stuff for maintenance and replacement, and then i looked longingly again at the Honda Shadow models they have.
We then visited pet stores that have things we can’t get in Santa Fe, especially since our regular supplier Pete’s Pets went up in a nasty blaze. We got black worms and even got adventurous buying some feeder roaches. These should be easier to feed the hedgehogs than the crickets that I had to ritualistically sacrifice with a ‘WHAM WHAM’ to their exoskeletons. Without the impairment of crushed legs and guts, they’re too fast for the hogs to catch.
We saw many strange reptiles at a place called subterranean jungle. Is it not a wonder how all the best pet stores hire freaks? Ah, memories.
We then ate sushi at what is apparently the best sushi place in town. It’s called Shogun Sushi, and at the oval island bar is a little river that carries a boat full of sushi along to you.
We then visited Nicole.
Nicole has tenrecs! I was impressed with them. As she said, ‘they’re hedgehogs you can hold upside down’. However, if you’re going to handle hedgehogs and/or tenrecs after eating sushi, wash your hands. I did not enjoy getting bitten because I smelt so tasty to them. Good thing I didn’t handle the degus. I found out they have a neurotoxin in their saliva which makes you go numb. Strange and insidious, I think. Nicole’s moving to upstate NY so she’s getting rid of almost all of her herd of hedgehogs. E got willingly suckered into taking two new hedgehogs. They are, Samson, who has little raccoon eye marks and is really quite a friendly guy (he’s also Angel aka. Poot’s dad) and a rescued albino named Morgan who’s crankiness e is fond of.
We then rounded off the trip with a jaunt to a comic book shop. The lady behind the counter said they carried self published minis and expressed some interest in carrying mine. Then we sped down the highway back to Fe to continue with our usual work responsibilities.
At work I managed to set of the fire alarm because my boss told me to, 'try out your keys in the different pull station locks', which, of course, set the damn thing off. That got me major points with all the tenants there, being my first day alone at that location.
So once again, in the often boring tradition of people showing off their overly adored pets, I give you more pictures of the animals in the house.
There’s also a traveling German girl staying at our house. Haven’t really had time to talk to her at all, obviously.
Onwards, to my three days off!
some good sparkling cider
NM auctions
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Sandra Bernhard.
Now that's what i call ugly sexy.
"If it’s tourist season why can’t we hunt them?"
Why? Well because that’s like shooting Texans in a barrel...i mean fish.
First of all, KITTY! She does not like beer, light, dark or Guinness. Or Irish cream. Just as well.
You can not get a traditional shamrock stamp on your Guinness’ foam in any bar in Santa Fe on St. Patty’s day. I checked. It’s all I wanted out of the sodding excuse for an ‘Irish’ holiday. Woe iz me.
Elizabeth’s fantastic stinky foaming action rotten orange juice exploding. Kids, don’t switch your orange juice to a plastic container than leave it in the fridge for a month.
SNOW. Loads and loads of snow! Enough to sell pounds of it on e-bay! 16 inches which is the most we’ve had here since 86! There was so much snow my bike got tipped by it.
Because of the snow keeping me inside I watched the first batch of anime acquired from my new dealer. An obscene amount indeed, all of Full Metal Alchemist in fact. Ahhh the shimmery fog of multi layered DVD disks.
I love March birthdays, including mine. Tax refund baby!
I feel very uneasy in houses without either books or tea.
Oh yes. *drool*
Birthday activity suggestions people?
I already know what i want anyway...
Due to what caused what I like to call a ‘clear hangover’ I took a walk to downtown from the house on Thursday. A clear hangover is something I get only in Santa Fe, my head doesn’t hurt so much as just pulses and becomes sensitive. My frame of mind becomes lightened- I’m easy going, and I only pay attention to one thing at a time, but am totally absorbed by it. A very childlike zen-ness.
I walked through a section of town I’d never been through before. I had forgotten the world of 9-5 with the quality of brilliant light here, the parents taking their kids to the park, deliveries being made, and also the extraordinary amount of detail you don’t see driving and biking. There was an old beautiful black behemoth of a locomotive that stood as a fenced off monument behind a playground. Only- the fence was broken and a cat was gracefully sneaking its way into the engine head through a hole. The platform from which the whole rig was controlled was open reveling many switches, levers and gauges. The neighborhood built in the 70’s with little regard to the ‘Santa Fe’ style- but all in the 50’s style- the long and tall boxy buildings and iron wrought letters on the wall. I noticed the hope that must have springs eternal when that area was build. This section of town, now filled with private practices, insurance companies and a few highly unused public building (including a municipal pool) seems like it wanted to be a second swank downtown of it’s own after Albuquerque.
Further on I saw buildings that were condemned, buildings that were abandoned and an old gas station that barely resembles a gas station anymore. I found exactly where shady characters hid their stashes, where the river cut through here and there and was re-routed, and an antique store filled with cir. 1920’s large carnival decorations, Tigers poised growling and swatting that sat on the entrance to the bigtop, and the horses from the merry-go-round.
I saw a building that I think would be perfect for Reiki’s creative ‘factory’, in my mind I pictured the different sections of the place as they overlapped; one for writing and more writing, one for design and business, one for building and construction.
I saw a chihuahua yapping fiercely at me from a red ford car, it’s yap bigger than it will ever be, then a used car salesmen deciding if the way I was staring at the cars meant he could sell to me or I was thinking of stealing them.
My conclusion: these hangovers are good for me. Not to be repeated often or on purpose mind but good for new perspective on things. That and I should wear my red glacier glasses more often. Maybe it was just the hue cast by the lenses I was looking through that made me happy to be alive.
Non dairy creamer is very flammable. Go ahead, throw some into the fire and then stire some into your coffee.
The Saint Death Cult in Mexico should tag team with the Penitente around New Mexico.
Does anyone know if Airborne is any good? The intro sound on their website is freaky, be warned. Someone also mentioned stuff that can be pipped through the aircondition system in buildings as part of the filter i think. Anyone?
Stolen shamelessly from Gillen, but then again, i think i introduced him to the Vestibules. Animated Bulbous Bouffant!
Oh and here's a script.
"Well I've never seen so many cowboys in such fancy women's high heals!"
I bet it's a secret Irish passtime to piss on the Blarney Stone.
"What do you call Ol' Dirty Bastard if you're his girlfriend and are pissed off at him?" -Kim
"Tonight's the night Mrs. Ed Flynn starts polyunsaturating her husband" -back add on a National Geographic from Sep 1969, for 'Mazola'.
Santa Fe, 'The City Different(read: difficult)' wouldn't be so difficult if we didn't call it a city to begin with.
Heard a good thing about this self defense for women, looks interesting.
a misinterperative Word up, yo.
"It works sort of like a penis" - Brian on SAR's new back boards for rescuing people with broken spines.
Yet another reason i must never get lost in the wilderness here.
Reminiscing about all that is wrong in Cos Play and why anime conventions are scary bewildering things.
At least the Naked Cowboy doesn't make me want to chunder.
Pyrat XO Rum.
Nectar of the gods! And i'm not a huge rum fan. The stuff was made my a GI from St. John's.
If you had to write your obituary for tomorrow, what would it say?
Pierrot Le Fou - by both Cowboy Bebop and Godard. Coincidence? I think not.
Does anyone have any idea how utterly without any redeaming social importance The Forbidden Zone is?? Good dog- how do you get so many people to participate is such orchestrated absurd lunacy? Brazil is nothing compared to this, Terry Gilliam eat your brains out! Don't get me wrong, i really like the F Zone- i'd just like to know how to pull off something that insane myself.
Speaking of which, there is a total lack of hindi pop on my computer. This is unacceptable! Re-listening to Sri Lankan pop many of the songs would sound like a lot of the mexican music (tihano?) on the radio if you replaced the flute and keyboard with a guitar and an accordian. Stange no?
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