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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Thursday, April 27, 2006 When I didn’t know what I know now about my emotional infighting. I gave him a knife. He didn’t have a sharp or a good one and I figured he’d have use for a smallish pocketknife for his birthday. I had thought about the gift for a while; it wasn’t an accident in any way. I bought a single edged, non serrated, classic French pocket knife on the Realto in Venice and brought it home.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Ruth from the current Ghost Rider mini series Garth Ennis is writing. Her supernatural disregard for human life, spare no one for the goal mentality, and outright resourcefulness is simply astounding. Plus she knows how to ride a chopper and she never gets her white suit dirty! You couldn’t want more in an agent of heaven.
new pics from the past month yo.
I want one of these posters. Also: a charming movie called 'Vasectomy'.
Incase you’d like to psyche yourself out of getting a tattoo…
The mysteries of refrigerators and pink butcher paper. This just ain't right. I have no idea how I just survived this past work week. Besides work being horrendous it’s been the biggest stupid luck week I can remember. And I just lost my wallet.
Er…so apparently my first ever attempt at a comic is for sale on the net. *blink* that's good i guess. Wednesday, April 26, 2006
T.I.A.I.L.W.: A customer at work who shall henceforth be refereed to as Slim Jim. She looks exactly like a young 20’s version of Jill from Jane’s World right down to the jeans and the boots.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Missy Eliott. The one and only.
Motorcycle still not fixed. They don’t know what to do with me. Only my friends do. After staring at the computer screen for a half hour- distracting myself with other things online, finishing the cookie and two glasses of water at the café- I finally booked a flight back to my parents. Without my even realizing why I booked a one way ticket. May 6th. Asked for a month off at work but actually I’ve had to end up going ‘Seasonal’. They’ll have to hire another meat specialist in my absence but this means I can fuck off for as long as I like and still have a position somewhere in the store upon my return- just not necessarily my old one.
My roommate is an awesome cook. Recently I’ve been tossing some meat at him and somehow out comes a wonderful dinner! It’s really saved me.
Talking with ___ about their dad last night, (they finally found the body; it bubbled up with the spring lake tide as they predicted). I had said honestly I could not make up the circumstances that surrounded the death if I tried and I meant it. The plans ___ has for the ‘cremains’ truly inspired me. I want to write about this. This is extraordinary. Nothing in months I’ve actually wanted to write about that seemed like a good project and something good for me to write about and boom, here we go again. Phew. Who knew the idea of scattering ashes from a plastic baggy around NYC would do it for me these days? I suppose it’s the fact the story is about dealing with the death of a parent, so obviously, yes. Thinking back on it all now… Hum. I’ve never had a boyfriend. I have had boy toys though.
There is one thing about NYC society that I miss. I can look someone in the eye in that non smiling simply looking to see what exactly you’re about sort of way I have which isn’t an affront or a provocation- just a clear sizing up. And in NYC it isn’t taken poorly by the other person who, incidentally, is doing the same thing to you. Very frank. Of course I could probably stand to smile more at strangers and acquaintances.
4 hours to get my bike towed, $64 out of pocket, 5 hours of sleep before work and one pissed off Ari creature. On a county road headed home, *cunk!*, the rear tire froze up. Nothing like heaving 300lbs of steel to the opposite side of a dirt road with locked up tires. Well when I have enough strength some Geico representative is gonna have to reprezent while I tell them how they maltreat their biker customers. Hell hath no fury like a biker whose bike’s been compromised, dawg. That’s part of the difference between a biker and someone who owns a bike. In the mean time I might as well buy that motorcycle jack I’ve been thinking about getting. Saturday, April 22, 2006
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Bara. Icelandic kick arse princess. Coming to a business near you! Hanging Stuff, the Right Tough! Kate and I will continue our plans for world domination by New Kids On The Block Button distribution. I suggest you check yer local Santa Fe hangs for not so subtle evidence of this.
I got an ‘unlisted’ number call from a Chicano guy who continued to talk to me though it was obviously a wrong number (‘Sort of looks like rain’, ‘So what have you been doing?’). He went so far as to recognize my voice and tell me where I worked. It was surprising for sure but then I remembered- I don’t mind if they know where I live or even if they can track me down. My reputation and presence speak enough to say ‘you may know who but you don’t know what will be waiting for you there.’ Triga-no-no-nosis! Really sick thing from the Butchery today: A pig intestine lasso. Wednesday, April 19, 2006 Ah hell, might as well start hitting my phone book. I need a woman in the Santa Fe area who would be a willing participant in a public make out prank who has little to no personal contact with St. John's College. Erm...you'd be making out with me by the way.
Ya know, '73 and '74 are good vintages. That was that. Do you ever get that sinking gut feeling that sobers you right up because the great romance of your life may have already happened?
I have short but violent shivers when I need to pee. Does anyone else suffer from this peculiar little-dog like reflex? What will the neighbors think? After such a long winter in the refrigeration of the butchery I’m finding it incredibly hard to keep my clothing on in this fine sunshine of spring.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Samantha ‘girl Sam’ Black Crow from American Gods by Neil Gaiman. People are so coy about what they want. I won’t call a man a man till he can bring his gripes and concerns with me to my face. 50% more absorbent absurdity for free! On Wednesday I wanted nothing more than to toss cookies at unsuspecting pedestrians and yell ‘Have a cookie!’ at them. Of course, since we headed down Cerrillos/Second Street there wasn’t a soul walking to be ambushed by a drive by cookie tossing. Maybe I should try downtown and muffins next time. The only hitch is I have to have a partner in crime to make this work, whether on bike or by car. Any takers? ___ on her hood piercing. “How’s the new perforation doing?” Plague of babies. Friday night and I am ailing- something fierce. It came up as soon as I got off work. Even my teeth hurt. Explain that one to me. A friend’s little baby got me sick. Filthy vile baby creature… Give me shelter in my comings and goings. I went back to the Sanctuary on my stop over in Dallas. Granted, I picked the worst day for it but it was the only day I had to do it. In all the hubbub of a Sunday I got stuck on a private tour as so much has changed (cat’s moved, new cats, and new enclosures) since I was there as an intern. The director was just being cautious. It was a painful visit all round- to know that once a place was your domain, that you belonged to it more than it to you and then to have those privileges and that connection vanish. Simply washed away. Gurkha gurkha gurkha! My kukri came in the mail. I really love those mid point balance and point heavy blades. I don’t think it will be a true kukri- as in, must taste blood each time its unsheathed. Now to find a big arse grinding wheel and then a dead tree.
So often at work I simply think about how much they’re paying me to do this shit.
George knows Mexican Judo- Judon’t know if he got a gun, Judon’t know if he got a knife… Friday, April 14, 2006 and fuck the creationists while we're at it. can't...deal...with...absolutists...!
Santa Fe's first warm but cool calm night with a cloudy full moon. Gorgeous. I was tempted to sleep outside but thought better of it since i have no sleeping outside type equipment. Thursday, April 13, 2006 For all my work bitches Things to not attempt to talk about in good company when intoxicated (but we'll forgive her since it was her birthday) 'Your Kafka Seminar' over 'The Penil Colony'
Do I attend the drag show or the friend’s seder?
Tyrrel’s new comic
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Tara Lohan, Editor of The Albuquerque Voice. Thursday, April 6, 2006 Doppelbach foul beast! Me to my father: “Don't we have any more Bach?” Extra, Extra! Tolstoy Sells Viagra! Get your Viagravation here! Sooooo.. I just got a viagra selling email with a hunk of Anna Karenina, Chapter 22, Part 6, at the end of it.
Everything i could never possibly remember about lesbians in entertainment. If we took a holiday? Mr. Goldfarb was right, there are no vacations in life. At least not mine. Should you come across the most tasty animal on the planet... Skinning, dressings, and butchering a deer. My do i love those recurved blades! Along the lines of badebades and karambits here something called a kharoll knife.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Domino Harvey. Yes, I only heard about her after the film and the film caters to many a thing that appeal to me; including a destiny fulfilled out of a seemingly aimless though exciting pursuit in life. But still.
Met someone who wants to work on The Magellan cruise ship. How interesting would that sort of life be? At least you won’t worry about being tossed over and no one noticing.
When all else fails I know this much: Watch Xena. Monday, April 3, 2006
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Demetria Martinez. And it was beauty "...but for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody."
Giant sloths. Can you even imagine seeing one of these huge slow moving things? What was their temperment like? A 20 foot two ton herbavore. More importantly, were they really that slow? There's evidence they lived while humans were around. Actually there's evidence humans may have even kept them in one way or another. Do I dare dream of making a really good show that’s out of town?? Yeah yeah yeahs play Denver on the 21st. Du-du-du-du-dude! There's a p-p-p-p-party! Gear heads/things and girls, listen up!: Drag King show in Santa Fe on the 15th at Wise Fool! Wooohooo! Won’t be performing this time but hell yeah I’ll be there you po-mo homo mofos and so should you!! “Kinky six ways from Sunday” I bruise easily. Luckily I don’t mind. What would the world be without disease? Mum walks bent over now, just like her father did at 90. In fact their bodies look fairly similar except her paunch is larger and her limbs not as skinny. Her hair’s grown back now she’s off chemo. It’s a dark gray with silver hairs peppering it.
Comforting a friend made me feel better about my life though I knew no better than her what was to come for either of us. I suppose not all of what I said was exactly comforting. I allow her the room to come to terms with things in her own right, feel her own emotions and have her own thoughts. I can’t sugar coat this life. The very fact she is struggling though gives me hope. I won't say the sole reason I miss TV is for outlandish little sayings but it's the number one. “Boobs... do something to our brains. They fill our brains with illusions.” –Southpark At my parents again. Went to bed shortly after I arrived at 10, 8pm NM time. Woke at 6 to a predictably gray morning in Niagara. After some verbal incoherence like, ‘trying to sleep when you’re walking about the house is like trying to sleep during elephant stampede season’, I went back to sleep for another 6 hours. Woke up, finished reading a story, checked the e-mail, the sun came out, I exercised in the basement, did laundry, ripped up all the credit card junk mail they’ve managed to send to my parents house for me. Otherwise I’ve been taking orders from mum as her whims and needs are announced from her bedroom. It reminds me of when I was a teenager and hold up in my room and study, meals brought up to me, communications shouted through the door. She wants a new shower curtain, wants something else brought up for dinner, wants me to tell Dad such and such. Cleared the toxic evil from the fridge as requested (exp. in 2004? These people are adults?) Couldn’t bring myself to scrub the fridge down or hit the dishes yet. Nearly got K.O.ed by things falling from the freezer. Now it’s storming outside and gray again.
The six types of simple machines. Saturday, April 1, 2006 Hey Dallas and current Texan people, I'll be in town on the 7th to the 10th of April. Come get some of your favorite-est Ari in 32 flavors! So if you somehow happen to just maybe have a spare copy on hand... April Fools T.I.A.I.L.W.: The bloke who appears ever so briefly popping his fake eyeball out of it’s socket in the John Water’s movie Female Trouble.
Watched the Firefly series and the Serenity movie. As an alternative to the over pressed and clean non smoking, shitting, sweating and fucking world of Star Trek Sci Fi etc. that we’ve all been weaned on, this I can really appreciate these days. I think they made that point clear at the end of the movie, a point so critical to be made in any Sci Fi. I won’t spoil it for you so just go watch them all. Grillz? You’re kidding me! What will those kids think to sing about next? Yar, The Booty!: Swiss Army pocket watch
Because Kate’s landlord raised the rate on all of them to an almost not-worth-it-rate they have made their porch a club house extension in order to reclaim some of the lost value in space. They’re still looking for names, like, “The tenant’s [landloard’s name] haters club” I suggested they get a BB gun and a large tin can for the place. What else does a club house need? Comic books? Black Cat fireworks? Dirty magazines? Our bar is a mighty bar. Our bar is a very very very fine bar, fine bar. Our bar will crush you if you take it head on. So as you may guess the party went well, just the right size, and luck would have it that all our neighbors were out. The usual things happened when you get groups of humans together: laughter, promises of more social activity, people coming and going before enough can be said or the right things, there was even a confessions or two, and my phone got beered, went spastic vibrator on me, and just finally recovered.
Got Daym woman. I’m 23.
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