Monday, 31 May 2004

You know it seems the more we talk about it, it only makes it worse to live without it- Brian Wilson (I guess)

Finally went to see Life of Brian in the theater. Best comedy ever, I think. Took my mother, and wasn't sure if she would get offended or anything. But she cracked up. She totally liked it. You can never tell with Ma. There was a preview for a documentary about Metallica and she said that she would like to see that. It goes to show you never can tell- Chuck Berry

After a four day weekend I hate to have to go back to work tomorrow. But at least we have a new operations manager and hopefully she works towards eliminating all the bullshit. Still and always I wish I had a different job in a different field. But once again, like Brian Wilson said...

Poor Kris, his mom died on Saturday. He is taking it hard, I think. I still will not see him until July 1st. He is going to stay put until then. I wish there was something I can do, but from my experience I would say there is nothing much anybody can do when something like that happens, except for listening.

I actually ordered something off of an infomercial yesterday. It is a workout DVD. Slim in 6 weeks they say. Of course it takes 2-3 weeks to deliver so it may be Slim in 9 weeks, all told. ;)

Tuesday, 25 May 2004

here is a picture of dear sweet Sphinxy.. by the way

So my birthday went well... and even though I have crossed the threshold of yet another decade I don't feel that much wiser. I wonder when I will stop doing stupid shit. And start using real words and being clear instead of using the shortcut of curse words.

For my birthday I got charm bracelet charms, dresses, shoes, OZ season 3 and a digital camera. The camera is brilliant because it takes moving pictures too... and I can edit it on my computer... and hopefully I will regain some of my passion for that- the passion that was stomped out of me by that asshole used-car dealership commercial making Trekkie jerk I used to work for. Bitter...who, me?

We relived the 70's and froze our asses off seeing STYX at the Concord Pavilion. Damn was it cold, and my sister in her hooded sweatshirt and her husbands parka looked just like the lil brother in A Christmas Story, when he gets all bundled up to the point where he can't even move his arms heheh. There was an audience member, a guy in a powder blue zoot suit with a pin-up girl tie, and my nephew and I thought that guy rocked like no one else. I also love the kiddie rockers... I even saw a 8 or 9 year old gal in a motorcycle jacket with KISS airbrushed on the back!..STYX was good tooo...the keyboard guy did this ragtime bit that was incredible. I like STYX. I love almost everybody... I swear at home I bounce back and forth from like punk to 40's and 50's to old country to disco...completely schizo musical taste.

Tuesday, 18 May 2004

Kris is away, to see his mom. I will not be joining him until July. I miss that fella. Last week we went to see the Distillers. Nice that he was willing to go with me because that is not his usual style of music. I mean he doesn't listen to punk ever unless I make him, heheh.

He is going to miss my birthday... but that is okay cuz his mom needs him.

I don't know what it is but I can only write in the simplest sentences and yet I am rambling and have no point. I used to like writing and now it feels like a chore....well I have to try to get back into it.

Saturday, 8 May 2004

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For Mother's day my mom asked for food for her pets, and for us kids (well we are not actually kids, but you know you know) to come over and assist her with her yardwork. As I said before, Johnny. Then she got worried that we were at risk of being bitten by a rattlesnake, because twice she found rattlesnakes in her backyard. One even bit the poor dog, Buster. He recovered. Now she says we can go ahead and do it. Oh boy oh boy. Personally I'm more worried about ticks. Because that's just gross!

Sunday, 2 May 2004

in a perverse attempt to cheer myself up, I am going to plagiarize (is that how you spell it? ) myself...... and whoever wrote the fine song that follows:

I have heard many bad songs in my life, but none as exquisitely awful as "Run Joey Run" by David Geddes. This tragic tale of unplanned pregnancy and the violence that it caused was actually #3 on the Disco charts in 1975...although I would not actually consider it disco (it was right behind Glenn Campbell's "Rhinestone Cowboy" which I would not call disco, either- who knew there was ever such a thing as a disco chart, anyhow?). I was a mere infant that year, and might have missed out on the hearing this dumb song if it weren't for my older sister and her 8-track tape of it. I would weep openly upon hearing it, not quite grasping the plot but realizing somebody died at the end... Without further ado- the lyrics...



Voice of Julie, who sounds approximately 12 years old::
Daddy, please don't - it wasn't his fault
He means so much to me
Daddy, please don't, we're gonna get married
Just you wait and see

Joey (David Geddes):
Every night, the same old dream
I hate to close my eyes
I can't erase the memories
The sound of Julie's cries...
She called me up, late that night
And she said, "Joe, don't come over
My dad and I just had a fight
And he stormed out the door
I've never seen him act this way
My God, he's goin' crazy
He say's he's gonna make you pay
For what we've done
He's got a gun so

Julie again:
Daddy, please don't, it wasn't his fault
He means so much to me
Daddy, please don't, we're gonna get married
Just you wait and see

Joey (who doesn't follow directions):
Got in my car and I drove like mad
Till I reached Julie's place
She ran to me, with tear-filled eyes
And bruises on her face
All at once, I saw him there
Sneaking up behind me (Julie: Watch out!)
Then Julie yelled "He's got a gun!"
And she stepped in front of me
Suddenly, a shot rang out, and I saw Julie falling
I ran to her, I held her close
When I looked down, my hands were red
And here's the last words Julie said...

Julie (softly):
Daddy, please don't
It wasn't his fault
He means so much to me
Daddy please don't
We're gonna ... get... mar-ried...



This song seemed to be part of a sub-genre of music, which is a song where someone dies at the end (or in the case of "Seasons in the Sun" is dying while writing the song..."perhaps he was dictating"). Other examples include "Billy, Don't Be a Hero", "Teen Angel", "Country Bumpkin", "Honey" and one that I believe was called "Rocky" and contained the immortal lyric, "Rocky, I've never had to die before, don't know if I can do it."

yeah a bad song cheers me up every time! hooboy!
So we got our tickets for the trip... we are going for sure. I don't know why, but I am not very excited about it. And I have always wanted to see New York since I was a little kid. Part of my general apathy about life, I guess. I need someone to kick me in the ass to get me more enthusiastic about things. Geez Louise...

that's Louise BTW

For mother's day we are gonna help my mom w/ her back yard chores. Which is great except for the fact that rattlesnakes sometimes show up in her backyard. If i ever saw a rattlesnake I would be a total puss about it!

Saturday, 1 May 2004

my hair color today. well, it's a little more magenta

and here is what else I did today based on old diary entries of my sister's and mine.

can you tell i am trying to avoid cleaning?