The city of New Orleans is preparing to be governmentally shut down for one Mardi Gras day.

Do zombies rule? Of corpse they do.

happy 03-03-03

"Hogan? IS THAT YOU? Hogan?"

got pants?

Happy Mardi Gras . . . . the city is officially shut down. No government and not taxes for one whole day.

Watch out for that streeetCar. . . . . oooof.

Haven't you ever ridden that streetcar, Blanche?

STEEEELLAAAA!!!!

mourning the death of fred rogers. i always loved the fact that he was, in addition to everyting else, a musician. he understood the power of music. i believe he composed most or all of the songs used on his show. he also employed the talent of john costa, who "cued" the show in real time like a theatre organist cueing a silent film, using piano and a celeste. they worked so well together. it was all good.

www.torrid.com funky clothes for curvy girls. pants pants pants.

did you get candy??

wasting time. I can't work out of my house. Too many distractions.

laughing at the idea of an 'open letter to the makers of kool aid' more as a concept than for its content, which i fully intent to absorb after work.

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Mark's "open letter to the makers of kool-aid" is the very thing that got me hooked on this site, gosh, six years ago or so. I remember reading it in my college's computer lab and nearly bursting something vital from the strain of containing my laughter.

hey, guy from glastonbury! that's where i'm from.

Heaven...I'm in heaven...when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.

glastonbury, connecticut? what a trip. god, i loved ct when i lived there. i could never do the winters now. glastonbury is a beautiful town.

king of omelettes!

goddamn i kick ass.

admitting the catchy tunes of coldplay have caught me.

especially "Clocks"

that insistant drum beat, ticking bass and the repeatitive piano lick are a giant metaphor.

and his voice....though bono-ish, is good.


ok. fine.

ok. i dig em. really.

Sitting in a cube right now waiting for a customer service rep to bring me work, haven't had productive work in 4 months....

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hating myself, wanting to die.

if i want to avoid feeling this way i normally have to maintin a completely mediocre mood. not happy, not sad, precisely in the middle. this normally comes with a strange detachment to existence in general. no real lust for life, just going through the motions to pass the time.

possibly on inspection that sounds depressing, but within each moment it is a sensation very different from actual depression. it is the only way i know to avoid depression, infact.

the other day i noticed i had slipped from my carefully calibrated midrange outlook. during a plane flight, i actually noticed a definite preference against having the plane crash. normally i am indifferent about such events, so much so that the indifference washes over me in a very perceptible way around takeoff and landing. but the other day, i didn't feel the normal mild curiosity about what it would be like to die, but a hope that i wouldn't.

possibly, that sounds uplifting, in a dark way. but sadly i am now experiencing the true consequences of this perturbation in my mood. i can't seem to experience highs without very defined lows.

so here i am, hating myself, wanting to die.

maybe it'll pass.

getting more and more white-knuckled as I fly more and more. Flying seems like such an unnatural thing. For me the worst part is the takeoff, especially when they're still ascending and do a sharp bank, and it feels like there's not enough lift to keep the plane up and you're going to drop from the sky. Also, I've had some landings where when the plane touches down, the body is listing right and left, and it seems another couple of degrees and the wings would hit the ground. I'm not sure if this is true or not, but I've heard about the Orange County (?) airport where because of noise-abatement laws, they basically rocket the plane straight up on takeoff, then shut the engines off? WTF's up with that? Remind me never to fly outta there.

Rooting for truffles

I'm fixing to move back in my house,I feel like Gilligan and the 3 hour tour,I've been here over 3 months and it's driving me nuts.Looking forward to babysitting Orion tonight,he's so cute and he's been calling me by my first name."Come on G-net"Priceless

easing dougies fears about noise abatment.

thats the case in many airports. not just John Wayne in OC.

though you have it essentially correct its nothing to be afraid of.

all they do is sacrifice the climb rate by cutting the engines down to about 60-70% (normal cruising in the 60% area, take off is 90%, landing is 40% to give you a range).

they cut the engines until the reach a certain altitude or have passed a certain ground point and then pick the climb rate back up.

its physics. nothing more.

also, the natural movement of a plane is often from side to side. you could watch most airplanes land and their nose is not always pointed down the middle of the runway. think of the rudders, flaps and elevators as sails. do you ever see a sail pointed in the same direct a boat is travelling in? depends on the wind.

plane no different.


you big pussy, enjoy the marvel of modern flight.

wondering about the orb, the "third stone from the SUN"

SAVE THE WAILS

not rooting for truffles. not the usual A.Z.

glastonbury eats ass.

hey, jack. long time no see.

wishing i had a tape recorder here at this pub. everyone is telling mayor bloomberg to get the corncob out of his ass. and they're inventing ways to get around the smoking ban that kicks in any minute now. the chatter is so urgent and fast. they're talking about state and federal and jesus and the weather and it all comes together in a boring cacophany of barroom chatter

hangin' in Hyannis. I love Cape Cod. I'm going to move here some day.

staring at a computer screen.

I'm back from a 5 day trip and the only memorable thing I can remember at this point is seeing Lou Reed perform on TV sometime around 2 or 3 a.m. in a motel room in Paducah. And having a sense of deja vu about that. I.e., a sense of having seen Lou at 3 a.m. in a motel room at some other point in my life...

The song was rather heavy and personal and was about being old and remembering things, and there were two other people playing; one was a woman named Jane who played the violin or a viola, or some kind of stringed instrument.

I can hear people laughing in the office next door.
They are loud, and I am losing my voice.
Shut up people. My head hurts.

"Pooh began to feel a little more comfortable, because when you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it."

-The House at Pooh Corner





ps...there's a boy.

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Gee...... SPILL

I'm finally back home,about half of my stuff is broke or ruined,and what's left is filthy.The only reason I'm not more upset is the jacuzi tub,my dream tub with steps leading up to it,it's a dream come true,seriously.I spent a hour and a half in it yesterday and just sort of soaked it in,pardon the pun:)

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J, what happened?? Why is your stuff ruined?

I'm not sure Spider,but we had popcorn ceilings and some guy was walking around with stilts to scrape it off and drywall it,same for when he painted.I had these angel corbells(?) anchored to the wall with a beveled glass on top with some of my "treasures",my husband said he was vacumeing and just ran into it,all gone.Not to mention broken lamps and I can't find the little t.v. I had in my computer room.Everything is just a mess, I'm overwhelmed.

scared of popcorn ceilings. brrrr.

the family's away for the night. you know i love you but - YAY!!!

Last day in the states. Ate too much, drank too much, gambled too much.

Wanted to punch a guy on the airplane in that had a PHD in Ergonomics. He can build chairs that fit tall and small people. Apparently that ability gives him a grand condesending view of the world and more knowlege about everything then a simple hack like myself. Pretty impressive. If I had three months to kill and looked like Crispen Glover thats what I would be doing also.

Did manage to get Mom to wash my clothes and pick up The Marshall Tucker Band's Greatest Hits though.

Back to the Big Ugly

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Getting ready to fly to San Diego. Gonna spend the rest of the week in Oceanside, at a conference at Camp Pendleton. COming back friday.

The weather is supposed to be warmer here in Columbus than there. I am not amused.

the warp and woof just won't cut it prez

The citizens do _not_ need to get duct tape this time. That was only a Washington thang really. Instead of trying to keep it (the Terror)out with duct tape, just let the sun shine on the bacteria for one day or if it's a chemical attack, ordinary cleaners and a nice shower will take care of the problem. and of course, wash your clothes if you're exposed to a poison gas weapon of mass destruction.
If a 'nucular' bomb goes off, it's duck and cover.

News: Bush can now say the word 'nuclear' correctly. He's not stupid, he's better than Reagan as far as being trainable. I'd give him a good grade as far as communication skills. Sound bytes from the president's speech last night were delivered in an appropriately sober and sombre tone. He was very successful in communicating a grave feeling of terRoR to those people that believe "he knows more than we do so we have to go with his 'sense' of terror.

"So they went. At first Pooh and Rabbit and Piglet walked together, and Tigger ran round them in circles, and then, when the path got narrower, Rabbit, Piglet and Pooh walked one after another, and Tigger ran round them in oblongs, and by-and-by, when the gorse got very prickly on each side of the path, Tigger ran up and down in front of them, and sometimes he bounced into Rabbit and sometimes he didn't."


-The House at Pooh Corner

frustrated.

stumped.

on mahjong solitaire.

watching the blackhawk helicopters fly patrols in San Antonio

BUSH IS A TERRORIST.
IT SUITS HIS PURPOSES TO HAVE THE AMERICAN PEOPLE IN FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN.

WHY HAVEN'T WE HEARD THE TERM "SO CALLED" WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION?

I noticed he called them "Weapons of Mass Murder" last night in his speech instead of WMD.

Thinking that I live by the largest nuclear plant in the world Palo Verde,saw on the news that terrorist are targeting it,it's being guarded for now,but I could be flash fried.Notice I left out that nasty fr**ch word.

frooch?

mark, your last "story" was on my birthday. 12 march, i love the irony.

issuing a warrant.

That's not ironic dummy.

Shocked and Awed.

still rooting for truffles

Don't forget that you are our son
Now go back to bed

We just know that you are ours
You won't cry too hard

Death to all who stand in your way
Wave my arms you

the table smells like pledge.

my parents, they drink until they pass out.

i drink until i am drunk.

it is raining.

a door slams.

the war, it proves something.

perhaps there is still something to believe in. perhaps there is nothing. i can't know, i can never know, and when i am in this position i choose to believe the most pleasant vision.

i went two weeks without ejaculating. when i finally did, it must have been an imperial pint. i haven't again since. i'll let it go another week. fourteen days. something, anything. it isn't important.

i have a new dream. a secret dream.

my tattoo, a sunburn. on the verge of itching. rejecting ink into my t-shirts.

it was veal stuffed with eggplant and provalone and basil. fucking awesome. with rosemary roasted potatoes and sauteed zuchinni, asparagus, carrots oninons. goddamn pinot griggio, which i cannot even spell but puta madre can i drink it.

then home for merlot and merlot and now beer and beer.

i am on the verge of incredible risks. like i've never taken before.

it is incredible risks that pay off the most.

it is raining.

i love it.

chatting, sitting in a living hell...shaking like mad, being pist off at my best friend.

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sitting here wondering why this has to be this way...very disturbing...talking on the phone...being mad... liking someone, hoping they'll like me...

bombs fall, pray for peace, angry and frustrated, make a sign, sing a song, mud season, earth waking up, fertilizer to spread on fields, packing all night, reggae, spring break, going home.

Lookin' at the Guanacaste trees.

the "TV LAND Awards" Sunday was great!

So many GREAT stars.

the "TV LAND AWARDS" show Sunday was mental as anything.

i know it sounds weird but the theme song to the Dick van Dyke show that Morrie Amsterdam wrote it really optimistic and creative.

Mr. Rogers was on and his mother made all of his zip up sweaters. One a week.

Maxwell Smart was seen sitting in the audience looking sharp.

http://humor.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http://www.tvland.com/themesongs

scanning scanning
scanning

thinking about my
lunch...wonderful leftovers
from yesterday....African
peanut soup over rice

Wondering where those "so called" weapons of mass destruction are that Pres. Hussein supposedly has in his country. The ones that instigated this Invasion.

Now, here you go again, you say you want your freedom. Well, who am I to keep you down?

It's only right that you should play it the way you feel it, so listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness.

some days there isn't enough chocolate in the world.

trying to figure out why im stuck being someones animal when she ignores me almost totally...

Im doing nothing but watching Kenny get killed on South Park.

CRADLE SONG

O Timothy Tim
Has ten pink toes,
And ten pink toes
Has Timothy Tim.
They go with him
Wherever he goes,
And wherever he goes
They go with him.

O Timothy Tim
Has two blue eyes,
And two blue eyes
Has Timothy Tim.
They cry with him
Whenever he cries,
And whenever he cries,
They cry with him.

O Timothy Tim
Has one red head,
And one red head
Has Timothy Tim.
It sleeps with him
In Timothy's bed.
Sleep well, red head
Of Timothy Tim.



-Now We Are Six

Who can take a sunrise....

Sprinkle it with dew....

sitting on a chair that is sinking so slowly that I can't feel it. However, every 15-20 minutes or so I realize that I need to adjust. It's really bizarre.

wondering if kazoo ever gets that sinking feeling

that sinking feeling like realizing you're going to have to give birthday head to a mensturating woman?

enjoying my life right now. at a pub on broadway in astoria, me and 1 other guy + the bartender. the one real drunk is singing along with every song the jukebox plays and he's whistling at the pretty girls who walk past outside. man, this feels safe right here in this little Irish bar cocoon. now that I said that I guess someone's about to bust through the door and mow us down with an AK47. headlines tomorrow or the next day will be DESPERADO POSTS LAST WORDS TO INTERNET FROM HIS CELL PHONE WHEN DEATH ARRIVES.

anxious. I can feel the panic approaching.

I can't do this.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.

Just venting. I'll be okay. And if I am not, it will all be over at noon tomorrow.

i will do no such thing

listening to music....and i dont talk to myself...i talk to the only person that'll listen to what i have to say...the invisible person next to me..

Off to the Post Office to mail my first of weekly Operation Shoeboxes.

irritated that my cold/cold eco-wash cycle that i tried the other night appears to have slightly shrunk a load of darks. my favorite jeans appear to be a half inch short

http://www.1000pictures.com/view.htm?caircraft/russian+fCrash-2.jpg+x686+y476

Thinking this pitcher sums up how I feel right now.

im thinkin of my boyfriend...listenin to music...gettin ready to crash...11:51 here in Raymond, WAshington...if u wanna email me...ask me...its pretty easy...add hotmail.com to it...>party on<

not so big on ninjas anymore,

but still liking monkeys.

seeing spots

hoping that the next week brings plenty of practice time.

Lapis is also hoping that next weekend will bring two boys down from Seattle with drunken 4am sweaty sex following carousing karaoke. Even if he isn't my boyfriend until he moves to Portland.

sussing out the inferior posteriors in this dump.
life is too short for sub par ass.

I learned how to knit this weekend.

Well, so far, I can only do a garter stitch, but I will prevail upon my knitting coworker to teach me how to perl this afternoon.

It's positively addictive. I had a hard time putting it down last night so I could go to sleep, or this morning so I could leave for work on time.

spoo

Trying to recover from watching Orion,Jonathon,and their.I love Orion,but that kid is a handful.Took them to the park and Orion was trying to get on peoples bikes that were parked and trying to take people food and drinks from them,and throwing himself on the ground when you'd try to redirect him.It was like hell.Should have named him Damian,I'm sure in a day or two I'll miss him.

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