Pretty stupid.

But felt the need to post it anyhow . . .

Rule Breaker.

Dammit, dammit, dammit.

Feel ill.

On meeting the parents, advice from GMUM.

Darling,

I know you are going to meet the parents for the first time ever.

Smile prettily as much as you can.

Don't open your mouth in case you let slip any of your sl*ut chatter.

Don't belch, fart or anything else.

Your Ever Loving GMUM


Ain't nobody better than my Godmudder . . .
(or my Mam! I love you Mam! I love you Mam!)

that's the way love goes, it goes, it goes . . .

I'm listening to Janet Jackson Radio on Pandora.

It's quite fantastic.

I've been searching for a simple place - don't know if it exists

I've been working on a night train
Drinking coffee, taking cocaine
I'm out here on a night train
Trying to get us safely home

Well in a little country station
Somewhere out in the midwest
I see the people out there waiting
Heart beating in my chest

And I'm thinking about a woman
Who I would put no one above
I'm not looking to replace her
Just need someone to love

Well I'm out here on my night train
Drinking coffee, taking cocaine
I'm out here on a night train
Trying to get us safely home

And I'm living in the city
Where the noise, it never stops
How much pounding on the pavement
Whizzes from traffic cops

Nobody looks you in the eye here
Walking around with clinched fists
I've been searching for a simple place
Don't know if it exists

There's a sunrise out there calling my name
I can see her moving, I can see her moving

Well at a certain time of night, now
I'll become one with the wind
Where there isn't a beginning
And there is no end

Oh when everything is flowing
Everything is on time
And I know that we're all going
To the end of the line

Well I'm out here on my night train
Drinking coffee, taking cocaine
I'm out here on a night train
Trying to get us safely home

Well I'm out here on my night train
Drinking coffee, taking cocaine
I'm out here on a night train
Trying to get us safely home
Trying to get us safely home
Trying to get us safely home

—Amos Lee, Night Train

Good words.

Need some new reading?



If the sample poem on his blog is an example of the rest of the book, pre-order it now.

Yes, please!

Alarm Clock Wakes You Up With Bacon

And just so you know . . .

I have bitten the inside of my lip repeatedly over the last 24 hours. It has now become impossible to not bite it when eating (read: devouring) something. Wah. Boo. Poo. It hurts like a mother.

(What does a mother hurt like, you ask? Your Mom.)

I'm a hero . . . and I still hate yours.

SCORPIO [October 23 – November 21] You've been on a hero's journey, Scorpio, ever since you first realized that your destiny is unlike anyone else's, and that you have specific tasks to master as you pursue the long-term dreams that are uniquely meaningful to you. But like the rest of us, you sometimes lose sight of the big picture for months at a time. You may even be fairly happy as you focus on the daily details without any thought of where you'll be years from now. If that's the rhythm you've been in lately—and I suspect it is—it's about to change. Your immersion in the next major phase of your hero's journey will soon begin. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice

a poem

a girl with the sun of her youth
at her back
and the shadow of her womanhood
before her on the stones
is approaching with a delicate
clip clop clack
her sandals full of toes
that i suppose are headed home

it's early in the evening
and up and down the river
people begin to gather
pearls of laughter
on a strand
i thought solitude would save me
it was pious
it was grand
but the monk that walked beside me
just let go of my hand

—ani difranco / clip clop clack

Well, that just blows.

My favorite pair of flats have died.





Tis a sad, sad day. Let us all take a moment.









Private services to be held. In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be made to Muggins Shoe Drive, Inc.

Thank you.

Good Knight.

Penguin becomes a 'Sir'

I really wish I this had happened when I was at the Edinburgh zoo this summer . . . to meet Sir Nils Olav would have been a treat.

Home's anywhere you are too

Just beautiful . . .



Oh my son look at what I've done
But I am learning still
Learning still
Know that I am learning still
And oh my wife you are my life
And I am burning still
Burning still
Know that I am burning for you still

And all, all, all of my light is for you
And home, home's anywhere you are too
So take this one fallen man on his knees
Saying please forgive me

Oh my God how you make it hard
Not to pick the apple
Pick the apple
And Lord I long to give it back

And I was on shakey land
Lost and unsure I opened my hand
And she held it like sinking sand

And all, all, all of my light is for you
And home, home's anywhere you are too
So take this one fallen man on his knees
Saying please

All, all, all of my light is for you
And home, home's anywhere you are too
So take this one fallen man on his knees
Saying please forgive me
Forgive me
Forgive me

—Missy Higgins / Forgive Me

AAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHA

AHAHAHHHHHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA

(phew . . . breathe)

HAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA



Google StreetView Sees Man Passed Out Drunk On Mother's Lawn

fo sho.

So . . . I’ve been messing with my blog layout/design today. One would think that I would have some original action going on with this thing, being a “designery sort” and all . . . but no. That’s just too much work. And I’m rather lazy.

I still don’t like what’s going on here but I thought I’d go plain, plain, plain until I decide what to do with it/figure out which template I want to use. Not that I hated my old one . . . weird stuff just happened to it when I “upgraded” in blogspot. Or whatever . . .

None of this fucking matters. I’m just bored as hell.

Check back later for what is sure to be something spectacular.

(And every time I look at the song lyrics below, I want cheese on toast. Damn you, Miss. Nash.)

Dancing at discos, eating cheese on toast

Watching me like you never watch no one
Don't tell me that you didn't try and check out my bum
Cause I know that you did
Cause your friend told me that you liked it

Gave me those pearls and I thought they were ugly
Though you try to tell me that you never loved me
I know that you did
'Cause you said it and you wrote it down

Dancing at discos
Eating cheese on toast
Yeah you make me merry make me very very happy
But you obviously, you didn't want to stick around

Dancing at discos
Eating cheese on toast
Yeah you make me merry make me very very happy
But you obviously, you didn't want to stick around

So I learnt from you
Do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do
So I learnt form you
Do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do

I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone
I can watch a sunset on my own

I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone
I can watch a sunset on my own

Sitting in restaurants
Thought we were so grown up
But I know now that we were not the people
That we turned out to be

Chatting on the phone
Can't take back those hours
But I won't regret
'Cause you can grow flowers
From where dirt used to be

Dancing at discos
Eating cheese on toast
Yeah you make me merry make me very very happy
But you obviously, you didn't want to stick around

Dancing at discos
Eating cheese on toast
Yeah you make me merry make me very very happy
But you obviously, you didn't want to stick around

So I learnt from you
Do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do
So I learnt from you
Do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do

I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone
I can watch a sunset on my own
(do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do)

I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone
I can watch a sunset on my own
(do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do)

—Kate Nash, Merry Happy

And now it's too late for a soliloquy, it's way too late for dignity

Two great recordings . . .





Yesterday he said my eyes
Were fading fast away
I said well what do you expect
You asked me not to stay and if it had all been for the best
I wouldn't feel this way
And he said

Oh he said it's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
Cause I don't wanna fight this war
It's amazing to see me reading through this scene
Of love and fear and apologies

My love is like a blanket
That gets a little bit too warm sometimes
I wanna wrap somebody in it
Who can hold me in his arms
Cause when it got a little too hot in there
He was always stepping out for air and he froze
Oh he froze

He said it's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
Cause I don't wanna fight this war
It's amazing to see me reading through this scene
Of love and fear and apologies

Yesterday he looked at me
With a tear in his eye and said
I'll always tell you you're my friend
I hope I don't have to lie
Cause it's clear you love another man
I said you're damn right

And he said
He said it's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
Cause I don't wanna fight this war
It's amazing to see me reading through this scene
Of love and fear and apologies
He said it's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
That i didn't figure it out before
And now it's too late for a soliloquy
It's way too late for dignity
It's time for apologies

—Grace Potter & The Nocturnals / Apologies

I know it's not a huge deal but . . .

This makes me sad: Rolling Stone Shrinks Down to Standard Size

The Derek Zoolander Center For Kids Who Can't Read Good And Wanna Learn To Do Other Stuff Good Too

Great cause but . . .



How can we be expected to teach children to learn how to read if they can't even fit inside the building?



OK, so the guy is from the SPRING AWAKENING cast but still . . . dude needs to chop that shit off. And work on his Blue Steel.

I have to say it . . .

I'm not a Jack Johnson fan. He bores the hell out of me.

Perhaps Pandora isn't giving me the best selection?? I dunno . . . I'm not getting it. Thumbs No.

I will be your solid ground [very mucha]

I will be the answer
At the end of the line
I will be there for you
While you take the time
In the burning of uncertainty
I will be your solid ground
I will hold the balance
If you can't look down

If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all gone out
You'll still be burning so bright

Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind
Take me to a
Place so holy
That I can wash this from my mind
The memory of choosing not to fight

If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
'Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all burned out
You'll still be burning so bright

Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind

—Sarah McLachlan, Answer

Little laugh.

Thank you, Guardian.

And I think I am just as torn inside

Thank you, Pandora. (My bank account hates you.)



I don't know what I've done
Or if I like what I've begun
But something told me to run
And honey you know me it's all or none
There were sounds in my head
Little voices whispering
That I should go and this should end
Oh and I found myself listening

Cause I don't know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
Cause she will love you more then I could
She who dares to stand where I stood

See I thought love was black and white
That it was wrong or it was right
But you aren't leaving without a fight
And I think I am just as torn inside

Cause I don't know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that i should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
Cause she will love you more then I could
She who dares to stand where I stood

And I won't be far from where you are if ever you should call
You meant more to me then any one I've ever loved at all
But you taught me how to trust myself
And so I say to you, this is what I have to do.

Cause I don't know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
Cause she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood
She who dares to stand where I stood.

—Missy Higgins / Where I Stood

And all I find are souvenirs from better times

Random day.



The glove compartment isn't accurately named
And everybody knows it.
So I'm proposing a swift orderly change.

Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
And all I find are souvenirs from better times
Before the gleam of your taillights fading east
To find yourself a better life.

I was searching for some legal document
As the rain beat down on the hood
When I stumbled upon pictures I tried to forget
And that's how this idea was drilled into my head

Cause it's too important
To stay the way it's been

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night (up all night)
When I'm lying awake at night.

—Death Cab For Cutie / Title and Registration

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.

Um, weird "video" but whatever . . .



So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

—Pink Floyd / Wish You Were Here

The unbelievable kindness of strangers.

I read this article this morning because the title caught me:

In harm's way: The tragedy of Rakan Hassan and the impossibility of a Hippocratic Oath for journalists

So I then read this:

Part one: Rakan’s war

Part two: As healing begins, a painful decision

Part three: Restless patient, agonizing choice

Part four: At homecoming, a gift elicits wonder

And . . . The end of Rakan’s war

I am close to tears (read: in tears). PLEASE read all of this when you have a chance.

Also, Kevin Cullen is an amazing writer . . . man.

Well, that was quick.

Norway beats US in opening game

But, apparently, Norway takes soccer quite seriously: Soccer mom berserk

Simple. Perfect.

Baby I want you
Baby I want you
Baby I do

Darling I love you
Darling I love you
Know that it's true

Don't leave me here
out on my own
Don't you know how I
hate to be alone
I just want to be a
part of your home

Baby I want you
Baby I want you
Baby I do

Darling I love you
Darling I love you
Know that it's true

Don't leave me here
out in the cold
Don't you know that
it's your hand I
want to hold
As these days fly
past and unfold

Hey hey hey hey

Baby I want you
Baby I want you
Baby I do

Darling I love you
Darling I love you
Know that it's true

—Amos Lee, Baby I Want You

When do you get home?

I miss my BBBBFFFFFFFFFFF.

YesireeRob

SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] Don't just shamble down to the pizzeria and gobble a slab of greasy cheese, tomato sauce, and dough. Instead, arrange for someone to home-deliver a pizza lovingly prepared by a gourmet chef. For that matter, Scorpio, don't tolerate mediocrity in any area of your life. The Season of the Peak Experience is here—a time when you have a sacred duty to give your best, commune with the highest, and ask for excellence. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice