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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Wednesday, March 29, 2006
They kissed and made up and now it looks like Jill's story with Neil is going to go through. Check out an online sample version of it, Cinnamon. Monday, March 27, 2006 We like him. We really like him. Donnan- I mean Drunk Judy- is my fukin hero. Better not to lap like dogs, and instead believing in your own strength, return home. Judges 7:2-7 Reverse Chauvinism. I got the comment from my boss today that some of the blokes in the meat department feel like they can’t ask if I need help. I remember saying I didn’t emphatically when one co-worker emphatically tried to assist me when I was simply straightening items. Otherwise I just always ask for help (and often get teased for it mind you) because I’m not the sort to wait around for it. Het signals i wouldn't have guessed. Chad was telling me that often times women will reach for the meat that he hands them over the counter with their left hand demurely bent back entirely in order to show off their lack of wedding ring. Something dug up by another W.B. Yeats - A Drinking Song
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Agent Cameron Spector, Hand Supercleaning Operations, from Grant Morrison’s The Filth. So I can keep track Cons and the con persons who attend them. Chose your poison: H5N1, H3N2, H7N2, H2N2, H1N1, H1N2, H7N7, H9N2, H7N3, H10N7, H3N8, H5N9, H5N2, H5N8, H7N4, H7N1, H6N2
They’re installing airbags in Honda Gold Wings this spring. Snerk. Duct tape saves the day again. According to recent medical studies applying duct tape for a week to warts is the best way to remove them, even better than going to a doctor for treatment.
Realized exactly what Shakespeare meant by
Happy B-day Johann. I really enjoyed your concert as always. Your stuff is much better than your sons. Sex Vs. Virtue “Sex was not put on this earth to make us happy.” –Mr. Stickney Thursday, March 23, 2006
My room mate IS Craig Schwartz from Being John Malcovich.
Kiwi co-worker has found a video place in Eldorado that supplies Violet Crumble Bars. I am joyed. Almost useless physical feats to master for show: Flips (forward/backward) Roommates and marriage, go together like cold beer and cabbage. My old room mate hated it when I even suggested to him we pretend to be a married couple to reap some benefits from a charade of matrimony. One drunken night he revealed and it because clear to me why he always killed those conversation like he was squashing a cockroach under his heal. Marriage was the last sacred thing left for him and what he wanted, and wanted to be worth of more than anything else, was a family of his own.
I actually approve of V for Vendetta. For once they didn’t thoroughly bugger up an Alan Moore adaptation. Writing? Nothing doing. Hungry eyes watch stray snow flakes outside,
My gyno has a cross-stitched framed picture in her office that states “I’m out of estrogen and I’ve got a gun.” I heart my gyno.
This morning woken from a good dream in solid sleep by credit card fraud. Oh yay. It’s the second time this account has been compromised which makes me wonder- they wouldn’t screw with an account with just a few hundred now would they? Oh no, just the important one. Also got called and asked if I wanted a free printer/scanner/fax machine. So I guess it all balanced out.
There is far too much jello in our pantry for me to be comfortable with.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Jonanna Widner; copy editor of The Reporter, G.I. Johnny SF grad, music reporter, DJer, local supporter, and general makes you smile to see personality about town. Because she deserves her own day for being such a sweet lady. Tuesday, March 21, 2006
The two most common emotions in my life are awe and confusion. Saturday, March 18, 2006
Why i'm so tired (as brought to my attention by Amata).
The Rave-Ups
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Dr. Soranik Natu of the Green lantern league; who tells the league exactly where they can all shove their precious little power rings.
I am quite certain business runs people these days.
Rewind four months and I’m sipping cocktails sittin’ pretty in Swig on a Thursday night for Ursula’s karaoke. Ursula catches up on my life and talks to me about her film in the works while simultaneously trying to set me up with a friend of hers. I end up taking the bait on both accounts but today we’ll talk about the film. The script is now finished and I’ve written into it as a butch dyke mechanic who curses every other word and who fixes cars in a self owned garage in the middle of the desert with her lover. I have no idea who this lover is (I think fate would have it it’s the friend she tried to hook me up), but anyway, I promised to wear my blue dickey’s overalls and I suppose I’ll be coming good on film. See you on the independent silver screen (though there won’t be a shower scene)!
"She was already so drunk that night that when she met her friend on the street she said 'Hey,...wanna come back to my house and uh…drink some water?'" Stupid people at the Zia. Why do I dine here? Middle aged woman talking about a female rabbi in town: “The reason I can never really get into the Jewish religion is because of the rabbis. It’s a pretty sexist religion.”
“See, we’re Aries. We stay young. Except for this line in the middle of my forehead- since we walk around frowning all the time because we know we’re better than all those stupid people.” –Ursula
Gave Kate her first motorcycle lesson. We did starting up, neutral to first, turns, figure eights and stopping, turning off. She did so much better than I did the first bike lesson I had. Oh it could be far worse and less innocent. The two most frequent emotions in my life are awe and confusion. Thursday, March 16, 2006 "To tell the truth my dear somebody lied. To tell the truth my dear, i'm sorry that i lied." T.I.A.I.L.W.: The saucy raunchy Kim Lenz of Kim Lenz and The Jaguars.
I love March, such a busy month of birthdays and the beginnings of spring. Update on all comics on the board to keep them in my sight and mind: 21 People Revealed: one more piece needs artist, one more artist needed to get a hold of, the other 2 spoken for and in the works. Done by next week.
Sittin' somewhere in Duke City, reveling in the retroness that's stuck around even after route 66 died. I'd buy a map kid but the place is a grid- damn easiest city to navigate i've ever been to. The dinner is playing 'Brazil', it's perfect. Wednesday, March 15, 2006
man i'm glad i'm not a security guard anymore. On Demand Publishing: Cuz the other one broke. I need a new belt.
Wow I had no idea there were such a bunch of sappy songs about New Mexico and the destinations there in. Lisa the cop on her next year of life: “Nope. No more dating for at least another year. I’m going to focus on the important things in life like getting big and getting tattooed."
Is pain a bond? As hate can be? As human suffering is a state?
It's sounding like the operation won’t happen. I’ll be going to visit my parents at the end of the month for about a week (assuming I’m not needed there sooner) and Dallas for a few days to decompress. Do I take my B-day there or here? It will mark two years neat since this all began. I’m feeling more and more ambivalent about my birthday but I do want to gather people I care about together to celebrate us all being in each other’s lives.
Screaming ‘Pretty Woman’ into a karaoke mike at a smokey bar can really take it out of a girl… Money things. -Apparently I have very good credit.
Lisa gave me a Santa Fe police department recruiting package. The job offers $13.26 beginning pay. Just for schites and giggles let’s say I did go try out for the honor of being shot at and being the target of much hostility. Now besides the polygraph test, the drug test, the psych. eval., medical exam, written exam, and a background investigation, here are the requirements of the physical fitness test for a new female recruit my age:
If you tell someone “You’re not wearing any pants.” they will actually look. Go, try it! That yuppie walking their shitzu, the guy selling newspapers on the median, the person in front of you in the checkout line, your co-worker, your date. It never fails to at least get a slight flinch.
Polysics show was more fun than riding a mechanical bull set on high. There was no freaky freak dancing like the time they played The Paramount but considering WH21’s small space- there really couldn’t have been anything other than the sea of pressing stinking bodies with everyone in it smiling maniacally at the affair. Just like the signs the hang perpetually beside the stage reading ‘mosh with love’, only in Santa Fe I say.
Wait a sec; I’ve got some questions which I’m sure I’ve asked before and probably answered but everyone can use a refresher-
Kate to H&R Block real time live chat (either a strait up idiot or a very intelligent bot) about her Taxes:
Got a pair of Red Wings for work. They’re a little clunky looking and not in any way stylish but with steel toe, slip resistant sole, and being comfortable- I am quite satisfied. Bring on the hazardous meat situations!
“It’s surprising how many bad boys, once they lose that, are really not interesting at all.” -Bill the housemate
While exploring the subterranean of our house I discovered a heavy cardboard box with what looked like a large shower cap over some sort of solid black object. So it wasn’t the seed of Cthulhu but it turned out it was an old Smith-Corona typewriter. None of that electric IBM sort of typewriter like I’ve got at the moment but a heavy black metal typewriter with stair stepped keys exactly like the sort that falls on peoples heads and comes flying through so many windows in old black & white films. The only problem is it’s not returning at the end of a line or even budging between keystrokes. A little lube may help this considering it’s been stuck on a pile of dirt for god only knows how long but either way I’m jazzed man- jazzed! What I like most about this find is that it has a little French flag on one side above a little switch that denotes changing to two different sets of accented vowels. Look! Now it’s a French typewriter! Now it’s English!
I want a good old telephone ring for my cell phone too. Brrrrinnnng Brrrrrinnnng.
I woke up sunday, looking out my bedroom window and saw it was rather white. Odd. I walked into the kitchen, looked out the kitchen windows. Why is it white? Oh dear god it’s SNOWING! SNOW! Snow in Santa Fe! None all season and now its almost spring we’ve got a few inches going! If it continues maybe, just maybe, they won’t close down all the trails because of fire hazard. It’s still doubtful since last time I was up on the mountain I managed to uproot two 6 foot pinon trees while practicing, they were just that horrendously dry.
The Fighting Whites Fanpage Karma Police At the prompting of a friend, made amends with an old college acquaintance. Granted it’s still a bit odd because we’ve got to get to know each other again and toss out the old assumptions. It seems like we can actually be good friends to one another these days considering the college society and times are behind us.
Cow scull finally acquired. Always wanted one ever since I was a wee lass in preschool in Texas. Next question: does it go better in the bar lounge or the laundry room?
Scream Club who played Backroad Pizza on Monday
Monday, March 13, 2006 A happy little song: Mermaid- Music A.M. Wednesday, March 8, 2006
Sunday, March 5, 2006
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Kelly Sue Deconnick Screw copyright, here's one for free because i feel like sharing. Venice, Italy. Summer 2005.
Finally figured out that hilarious song the drag king sung at the last cabaret was "I Want You, But I Don't Need You" by Momus.
New pix-ises are up. Get 'em while they're still fresh, funny, and i'm not heeding their incriminating implications!
Collectors, cutters and bi-polars. These are the disorders I run across most. Blow it out yer ear. There’s a Kiwi who does the buying for the tea/coffee department at work. This is wonderful. Besides noticing the differences about the places we’ve traveled and lifestyles we can also scathingly go at each other about our nation of origin and laugh at it all. In her words on Aussies: “If you don’t verbally mistreat them they don’t feel welcome.”
Just in time for the warmer weathers turning Kate’s motorcycle (a gift from a now blind friend) arrived from Cali. It’s a 1996 Nighthawk in black. Her comment on first mounting her new beast was, “Holy shit! It feels like I’ve got a gigantic cock!”
a one person food fight. While walking through large department store pricing things for the house: “Darn it I forgot my pad and we came here to price things.” Friday, March 3, 2006
Blahg! I know i'm getting over a cold but i've never had everything taste like stupid Dinky Di Dog Food before. “For the ladies and the fags yeah, We’re the band with the rollerskate jams” –Le Tigre Due to Kyla’s need to justify buying a new expensive pair of rollerblades, I am now the owner of a barely used pair of ‘chicago’ rollerskates. It’s been at least a decade since I owned a pair of skates and I can’t remember the last time I actually went rollerskating. I have no idea if i'll ever use them- quite frankly our local 'Rockin' Rollers' rink freaks me out a little. But there is still hope- ABQ rinks and derby and all, i'm sure i still remember how to skate. That’s why they don’t call it ‘Phone Cuddling’ you dirty dirty humans. “Is it possible to have..um…text message sex?” –Ari Some ideas for blades I’ve had in my head since summer. Dagger with flashlight butt (a la Diabolik). And what will he wear to all tomorrows parties? Dan reserved a table and a bottle of tequila for his Mardi Gras date with the lovely Cecily at Crobar in Chicago. Hawt hawt! I hope he’ll know what to do after having danced in every hot club in europe and the americas, because for these and more moving actions I’m certain he is bound. Pygmalion. You write because you are in some way alone. You do not have someone at hand to share this with or a way to, so alone you begin to create. Is that not what the western god did? One alone can not contain such things.
I had everyone at college fooled. They all thought I had an extraordinary amount of energy. This isn’t exactly true. All we did there was read and talk day and night. Not exactly a very physically strenuous endeavor unless you fancy reading in yoga positions and martial art stances (which I did do to keep my brain awake during longer readings). Now that I’m hurling meat most of the day I don’t have it in me to then go home, eat, turn around at do jiu jitsu after a heavy shipment day like today included enough buggery corned beef to feed two small Irish villages. A girl just can’t. Where have all the cowgirls gone when you can’t even get a overt double entandra at the Cowgirl Corral? Not really folks- in fact the whole evening two weeks ago when we hit The Cowgirl after going to Willie’s to celebrate my promotion was down right lame. The music wasn’t good and there wasn’t anyone there. The new re-model that has added more table space has taken away from what was left of a buzzing packed mostly stand up bar atmosphere. So much for the whole sapphic/counter culture vibe the place once had. Narry a person in a pair of hot pants was in sight let alone someone with a double aught piercing. So far I’ve only had one bad dream about it. I think the side effect of working in a butchery is getting used to the cold, to cooling and cutting the once living flesh, and ultimately growing accustomed to the feel of flesh that way. The smells, the co-mingling, the stains, the roughness, these things don’t bother me in comparison.
Must put a stop to the last folder I’ve got of poetry from 2002-present. It’s perhaps the smallest collection of poems that demanded the most time. It goes to show what college took away from my creative energy and how heavy family tragedy weighs. Once in my youth I knew… The great Bradley only had one act
Historical Monument of the American Republic. The masterpiece of Erastus Salisbury Field, 1805-1900. No matter how long i look at this thing i just don't get the intricate arrangement of it all. I do understand it is a masterwork- all the time and effort he put into it if nothing else near talent.
Measuring my room, I’ve found I could fit a double or a queen size mattress but not a cali king size or a king size. Gawd damn it. Oh well, this way I’ll still have room for a nightstand beside the bed. Now I only need to decide if I want a futon or mattress.
Because I have no more palm pilot to tell me what to do and I forgot the word for wedding but I don’t want to forget these ones: How to explore this small town: Step one: aquire detailed full map of Santa Fe
Eeee! EEEEE! The perfect little black Italian dress number is not gone to the realm of thrift stores as previously thought; it is to be MINE! Once Nico gets it from her home in Boulder that is. Don’t you dare. “Eleuthera turned away. I saw that the loss of Antiope’s love- and perhaps mine as well- had stricken her to the quick. I would have felt pity for her had she been less formidable. One might as well dole out leniency to a lioness.” –The Last of The Amazons. Weirdest thing I’ve ever heard outside my window at 5am: *a heavily loaded van pulls up on the dirt driveway with blue lights flashing* Our last cancer year I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ll wake up tossing and sweating at about 3 or not be able to go to sleep till 12 when I’ve got to get up at some unnatural morning hour before god and the sun do. Schedule at work has been whacked the past two weeks. It feels like consistency is too much to ask for these days from a simple work schedule. Who’s running who I ask you?
A pox upon bosses who try to micro manage.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: ‘That shrieking tribad harridan’ George Harkness from Grant Morisson’s Sebastian O. You know, the one on the left with the pipe.
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