hunter s. thompson almost made me pee my pants...

i hadn't thought about it, but the rapper-blogger-connection makes me smile...jake includes a link to the full piece...

when i can formulate a thought-progression once more, i'll finally get to the guns...
walk good.
especially since car-shopping is lame.

i remember now

jake's comment on my last post reminded me what i'd been trying to remember to add when i wrote it: he said that i should recognise that americans won't be happy to hear me say their country is for shit. and he's right.
i don't expect americans to be happy about it, but as a member of the rest of the world, i wanted to point out that it usually seems like america and americans are saying other people's countries are for shit. almost constantly, actually. and not just saying it, but taking violent action against it (or non-violent, in the case of all those americans who cancelled travel plans to france and made damn sure the whole world knew it)...

walk good.

holiday bashing?

ok. so i have much to respond to, and a post i been waiting to have time to write, but this week is a little hectic right now and i think i'll settle for replying and write about guns later...

so in response to the completely valid question about whether there are any holidays i do like, after dissing christmas, v-day and presidents' day (although the last was not a diss, but more of a question): i love holidays. hell, i'm from trinidad+tobago, a country that's in the top 5 list of countries with the most holidays. my specific problem is with holidays that try to force us to act a certain way just because of an arbitrary date chosen by people i don't know or trust, that isn't actually even jesus' birthday in the first place (yes, i just dissed christmas again and i do consider vd to be arbitrary).
so with that said, i have to stick with jake and actually pick presidents' day as one holiday i like, once i'm allowed to ignore the presidents themselves (they weren't my presidents so i don't really care about them).
so jake, that responds to your comment as well- i'm officially leaving your federal holiday alone, and possibly partaking next year, if i'm still here.

now i revisit jake, on a other topic: you pointed out that if you said 'those kind of things' about trinidad i might not speak to you anymore, so i just wanted you to know that the triggering post itself was not an america-is-bad rant, with the exception of my complaints about last call and bad dancing. it was a carnival-is-so-good post. so i hope that's not what you were referring to. and since i'm assuming you were actually referring to my reply to 'anonymous'- that was my gut response to someone who read something i wrote and knowing nothing else about my situation, told me i was missing the point. in spite of the fact that it was my point.
so i was fucking pissed when i wrote my comment, and as such, was thinking of the negative aspects of america- which i make no apology for, considering that the post that prompted the asshole reply in the first place was a here's-what's-good-about-america post. and i think that may be what made me so pissed- i felt good about saying something positive, and 'anon' fucked with that.

i think there was something else i wanted to respond to, but i forget, so i'm off to eat.
more later. guns coming soon.
walk good.

holy bootstraps, batman! foiled again!

and so the discontinuation of all i hold dear continues...
towards the end of last year, i realised that i needed knee-high black boots. desperately.
and so i searched. everywhere. repeatedly.
eventually, months after i began my search, i found the perfect pair- they were the only pair my size, but they were clearly made for me by elves with a superheroine fetish.
i have loved these boots deeply in the few short weeks we've been together, and they have loved me back- caressing my calves, cushioning my crawl, cradling my instep, supporting my every flirtatious half-pirouette and providing very attractive leverage for my prancing attempts at flight...
so of course, klutz that i am, when i went home for carnival i managed to rip open the back of one while doing the unthinkable- no, you dirty, dirty reader, not that (not right then, anyway)- i was trying to put them on in a moving vehicle, while taking a corner. perhaps not the wisest place+time, as i promptly learned through my tears.

so i just went back to the store where these sexy catwoman boots were acquired, and apparently the shoe store is under the false impression that it's already spring! there were exactly 4 pairs of black knee-high boots, none of which were my style or size. and without the shoebox info employees cannot check other stores' inventories for my particular boot, so i must carry my sad, torn boots to every one near me, in the hopes of finding them again...

when they were the only pair i liked in the store, and there was only one pair my size, and i never saw the boot in any other branches of this particular store (or any other stores, for that matter), i should've known.
i shoulda known something would go wrong, and then when i needed to replace them, my fucking shoes would be discontinued!
so let this be a lesson to you all: never- and i mean never- try to put on your sexy, black, knee-high catwoman boots in a moving vehicle.

on a catwoman-related note though, grims brought me home batman streamers today! yay!
walk good. once i replace my boots, i will too.
i will remember hunter s. thompson with every sideways snakecharming step...

presidents need a day?!

i keep seeing this tv ad for presidents' day- well i guess it's not an ad for the day itself, it must be for a sale or something- and every time i see it i start wondering why the hell presidents need a day. i mean, every day that a president's in office is president's day, really, and even when he (when will i write those words and finally have to say 'he/she'?) leaves office, the pension is so exorbitant that it's more like a president's lifetime-of-luxury.
so why the hell do they need a whole other day? what exactly does this day celebrate? the fact that there have been presidents? history books aren't enough for these guys?
some of them weren't even any good. some of them we wish we could forget. some of them don't deserve to be thought of on the same day as the others (although i admit i'd be happy to never hear of any of them ever again- never met a politician i liked).
somebody, please tell me the point!
walk good.

getting to know whitey

found him by accident, but kinda like his words.
check out the sordid details...
walk good.

america?- by the people

alright alright alright...
so jake points out in his last comment that maybe i give america too much of a hard time. and he's right. you're right jake, it's not your fault you weren't born somewhere better.
truth is, as much as i may hate the country i currently find myself in (and believe me, it will change as soon as i can make it- i'm not just griping with no efforts to amend my situation), the one thing i appreciate about this place is the few friends i've made.
i don't like people.
this has nothing to do with nationality. i just don't like people. and with the exception of carnival, the larger the group of people, the more i avoid it like the plague.
so it says something about the people i've met since arriving in dc that i like so many of them and consider them friends. i don't 'friend' easily, and definitely don't hesitate to lock off anybody who violates the basic rules of friendship, since less people is better anyway.

so big-up jake, jenn, giri, knol, covey, ganz, alex, molnar, glen, caleen, alyincali, my shakespeare crew, tony+miscellaneous flux, kwame, skinnywhiteboy (who'll never read this since he won't acknowledge the existence of the internet) and jp+sonomi, dail+stephen, r.scott+signature crew (not forgetting jimmy-james+billy), kojo+co (although he's not originally american, the crew is), tom+melissa, and of course, my one+only grims.
you make the winter and year-round lack of beach a lot easier to bear.
you're the reason i've stuck it out this long.
you the best.

i'll take you all to trini someday.
walk good. biglove.

post-carnival blues...

i realise i never got around to saying more about the trip, partly because i'm not sure how to explain. for those who've never partied in sweet trini, far less done carnival, i don't have the words. but this is a blog, and i claim to be some kinda writer, so...
the feteing starts months in advance- we don't wait and save it for that monday+tuesday before ash wednesday. months before the christmas prior, there are band launchings and other excuses for feteing to break up the long descent into christmas carols. band launchings are supposed to be about leaders/designers showing the drawings for their costume sections, but i can't say i ever looked at drawings until after a launch. the launch is about the party.
then there's a lull while christmas happens (although the feteing continues for christmas, just with different music and food) and we pick up again immediately after- and for those in the usa, a real fete doesn't stop @ 3am. there's no such thing as last call. we fete until sunrise or later, and still make it to work. there are also day-fetes, which start by noon and go until night, allowing for a better showing at the job on monday morning. and in addition to band launchings, various associations (from high schools to political parties) throw their own fetes.
and calypso tents open and panorama prelims start.
calypso tents are basically a venue to hear many calypsonians in one night, on one stage, to get a feel for the year's offerings. there are several, so you can choose based on which tent has your favourites, or sample as many as you can afford.
panorama is a huge competition in various steel-band (orchestra, really) categories (small, medium, large, pan-around-the-neck, etc.) that runs over several weekends, culminating in carnival weekend finals. pan also goes all night, into the wee hours of the morning.
as you may have realised, we take partying very seriously.

fetes become more frequent as carnival gets closer, and by carnival thursday we feteing every night. thursday, friday, saturday, sunday (into j'ouvert @ 4am monday) you can choose from at least 2fetes per night (or just go to all, if you can afford it) with kiddies' carnival, panorama finals, the soca monarch competition and dimanche gras also happening over that weekend.
j'ouvert i've already mentioned, then on monday+tuesday the previously launched bands finally take to the streets with music trucks for pretty mas(querade) and/or traditional mas (well-known characters including jab-jabs, dame lorraine, bat, sailor, baby doll, pierrot grenade, midnight robber). after tuesday mas, las' lap ends @ midnight, at which point is ash wednesday and lent begins. no sleep carnival friday until ash wednesday morning.

now there's also the 3canal show to see in the weeks leading up to carnival. it closes carnival saturday night, but it's a great show, pulling together their music (and other artistes), choreography, and some characters loosely based on traditional characters (above) in a social commentary. nice way to ease into j'ouvert (their jocks-tuh-pose is my band of choice).

when i was growing up, you weren't allowed to play calypso or soca on the radio during lent, or even be caught singing it in school. as soon as ash wednesday hit, all revelry done. it's more lax now (thank god?) but it goes to show the relationship between the festival of flesh and the period of penitence built into the catholic calendar.
these days, we fete on the beach on ash wednesday, or in tobago, or down the islands- you'd never know it was lent. this year, i opted to not do a beach fete, but just go to the beach. i hit maracas with my girl scrawn (although now the 4'11" wonder has made it past 100lbs. and has grown a bottom to balance out those 36C's up top, it's prob'ly inappropriate, but ayanna will be scrawn forever) and ate my prerequisite bake+shark (if you've never had it, one more reason you should visit sweet trini) and all was well with the world.
as i tell grims: nobody could possibly ever doubt my love for him because there's no other reason i should keep coming back to this damn cold, overly-pc, no-beach-having, too-much-clothing-required, fetes-close-too-early, what-the-fuck-is-last-call-maybe-if-you-drank-more-your-dancing-would-improve country!
i wish he'd been there with me. i saw family, immediate and extended, and he was the only one missing.

so now i'm all sad because it's a whole 'nother year before the chance to take him home for carnival arises again, and in the meanwhile i have to make it through the end of this winter and the start of the next one...
know that carnival is the best. trust me, but don't take my word- go.

walk good. wine plenty (dance, not drink; gyrate, don't guzzle.)

post-valentine's rant

so after a few emails regarding the whole silly made-up hallmark day, i decided i'd say a little something for us anti-valentines.
but first: i know i've been a delinquent blogger since my return from sweet trini- it's just that grims is designing 2 different shows, so the internet's been otherwise occupied at our house. it's for a good cause though, so i'm working around it.
anyway, back to the fake holiday: i find valentine's day somewhat ridiculous- and as a happily married woman, i refuse all suggestions of my disdain being due to sour grapes- nobody can even agree on how it came about, so how does anybody know what the hell they should be celebrating? it's a made-up day designed to make the single feel bad, and the coupled spend money. why should we make an extra effort to line the pockets of the owners of the card, chocolate, and flower industries? i know i already have a more-than-healthy chocolate intake, prefer flowers live on the bush, and never yet found a card that was truly perfect for both myself-as-giver and the person i wanted to bestow a greeting upon. i've found love-notes to be so much more effective. personal. unique.
i admit i've occasionally found a card funny enough that i bought it for a friend, but never found a satisfying valentine's day card. they're mostly lame.
as for the love part, and the possible dinners, etc- i'm all for it! but not if my husband and i need somebody else to tell us when. i've been pretty good at knowing when something's important and treating it that way, and i hate the potty-training feel of somebody saying "love each other right now!" (actually, now that i say that, it reminds me of christmas. hmmm...)

so for anybody who's against valentine's day, or was sad because you didn't have a valentine, next time that bad feeling crosses your path, grab it by the neck and tell it to go fuck itself!

walk good. happy love day.

superstar!

sorry for 2-in-a-row, but i couldn't resist either...
walk good.


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discontinued, bee-yatch

it never fails.
every time i fucking find something i like or have an interest in, when i go back for more, it's gone. it started with jeans and chapstick and hair oil, and has now been extended to ultrabang associates, the would-be-soul-buyers, and now ben. it seems that my posting about something is the equivalent of a death sentence.
i just went to check out what i'd missed in ben's life while in trini, and his blog is gone. just like my klutz-perfect job, and those who woulda (presumably) given me tens of thousands of pounds for my otherwise-unused soul and now can't even gimme a quote. clearly, i should stop saying anything about anything cool before i chase all the coolness out of the world!

now a little non-sequitur (while checking the spelling of that, i had the same experience that grims mentioned- the blog's spellcheck doesn't recognise the word 'blog'): check out jake's social security post. he's right on, man.

walk good.

quick flashback; more later...

so i'm back in cold, cold, cold d.c. i'll write more about carnival after i unpack, but wanted to right quick mention jenn's comment about the pulling-other-peoples'-clothing-out-of-public-washers/dryers...
i'd like to advocate the use of her idea of reverse timers to those in the washer-dryer industry, because knowing if someone's stuff had only been left a few minutes past the end of the cycle, versus half-an-hour or more would allow people trying to use the machines to make the right choice about whose laundry to fuck with...
walk good people. more carnival stories later.

more rum for me...

i wish i could explain the appeal of waking up @ 3a.m., dressing in the smallest pants one owns- the pair closest in size to underwear unless you want to sacrifice your actual underwear for the occasion- and an equally small shirt, both articles considered disposable clothing, going out to meet up with a large group of probably-drunk individuals by 4a.m. (1% of whom you may actually know, and your 1% may or may not coincide with the 30% in drag or wearing fake penises or pottys on their heads), covering yourself in paint of various colours, then spending the next 5-6 hours dancing a marathon-length route with these drunk, weird-looking strangers that you wouldn't even drive with a friend unless you had to, with 1 foot in the drain at the side of the road and the other in the road, such that you always at ankle-bending angle (goes great with the drunkenness), far too close to humungous trucks blasting music at rock-concert-volume that may or may not get close enough to each other to overlap different songs so you can't tell what you dancing to, or if you on either of the 2 beats, with lyrics like:
"listen mr. sankar, you say i am a drunkard and you doh want me marry your daughter, but you doing me a favour 'cause i doh want your daughter, she too damn ugly anyway. more rum for me, more rum for me, more rum for me..." for so long that your feet feel ready to fall off, but you keep going until they're numb, then go home, hose yourself off in the yard and go back out to do it all again, maybe with a different colour paint, but for more like 8hours this time, all after feteing so hard for the past few days that you can't tell the difference between drunk and tired anymore since neither is considered a valid excuse for missing a second of the bacchanal anyway.
but all i can say is, if you've never done it, you should get your ass to sweet trini for carnival in the very near future. it's not too early to book for next year.
if it tells you anything, not only was that the fabulous tale of what i did today, but i can't wait to do it for a 3rd time tomorrow...nothing else like it...

on another beautiful note (they're all beautiful here), while i sat on the bench outside our house tonight, scraping blue, yellow, white and black paint off every inch of bare skin (of which there was naturally an excess, which somehow still didn't stop the paint from creeeping into those few protected areas!) while waiting for my turn in the shower so i could scrub the rest of it out of my dreadlocks, i looked up and could see so many more stars than in d.c.! i always forget you can actually see the sky down here.
and i also realised that this week has been the first time that i could write in the trinbago time zone from trini, instead of just faking it through my computer settings...

walk good. may there be more rum for you all...

jab jab for j'ouvert

so we never made it to the beach today, mostly because i had to renew my driver's license and, of course, we started late. but we took care of $ exchange and driver's license, and got real sno-cones and went to the 3canal show tonight (manwarren snuck me in. i love the word 'snuck'), which was brilliant. i loved it, except for it making me wish grims coulda been there to see it. but it was a great show, and tomorrow=beach, after kiddies carnival and before the insomnia fete (which, based on uwi splash, should be another beautiful night of hot music and debauchery).
splash was the best way to start this trip. i wine whole night (for those who may not know, wining is rhythmic pelvic gyration, often done such that it rubs against another person's pelvis, varying speed, direction and intensity with the music, mood and intentions of wining partners- americans should really learn to do this. good for so many ailments...) and the bands were tight. insomnia, through sunrise, should be even better.
skipped tonight's girlpower fete to make sure i can afford my insomnia ticket because the downside of the surprise visit is that i don't have advance tickets for anything and damage worse at the door. but insomnia will be worth missing one night's feteing.
come the wee hours of monday morn, i playing j'ouvert with my 3canal boys- yellow mud/body paint, and nudity- what's not to love? j'ouvert is actually my favourite part, more than pretty mas(querade). i love going out @ 3am, covering my mostly naked self with paint, wining (much wining- carnival is bacchanal) my way through the sunrise and much of the morning, only to go home, wash off, and come back out for monday mas, then fete whole monday night and come back out tuesday for pretty mas so i see costumes and all, then hit las lap until midnight ushers in ash wednesday, chasing the revels away.
and damien say he handling me for the down-the-islands ash wednesday fete after the world cup game, then tobago thursday, if i don't leave...i getting too excited thinking about it all. more after it happens, if i can write through my glee.
walk good.
ps: yeah, golightly, i know about the anniversary, but also keep hearing it might be a year or 2 off. truth be told though, i don't think it makes any difference because we already wine+fete as hard as we can every year, without the incentive of an anniversary...
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carnival time again!

so there's a reason i didn't post yesterday- it was a big travel day for me. i had a hard time keeping the secret, but my mom, my husband (and miriam- thank you) organised for me to fly home and surprise my sis and dad and friends for carnival! this is the best- only marred by the fact that grims can't be here with me, especially since there's a usa-t+t world cup qualifier on ash wednesday, and he's the peong in our little family.
but i promise i'll keep posting, even if they're fewer and further between for a few days. i'll fill you in on all the bacchanal. last night after i touched down, we went uwi splash fete and it was the best! today is the beach and the 3canal show. i think i'm forgoing a post-show fete to be able to afford the insomnia fete on sunday...
anyway, more later...
walk good. sorry you're in the cold (some of you).

for all my favourite bread-squeezers...

this may not be true, but i like it anyway...and if it's not, you can blame the nameless acquaintance who sent me the info.
When you go to buy bread in the grocery store, have you ever wondered which is the freshest, so you "squeeze" for freshness or softness? Did you know that bread is delivered fresh to the stores five days a week? Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Each day has a different color twist tie. They are:
Monday = Blue
Tuesday = Green
Thursday = Red
Friday = White
Saturday = Yellow.
So if today was Thursday, you would want red twist tie; not white, which is Friday's (almost a week old)! The colors go alphabetically by color Blue- Green - Red - White - Yellow, Monday through Saturday.

i'd also like to remind you guys that (i assume) this is specific to america...but feel free to ask the trini/bajan/insert-your-nationality-here store-owners what they do and lemme know.
walk good.

sell yourself, not just your soul...

so i found this site that says you can sell yourself. it almost makes up for the deserted soul-buyers...walk good.

I am worth $2,007,932.00 on HumanForSale.com

walk good.

news and abuse

just thought you might like to know that 27-year-old angel brammer from greenock, scotland is making $ by selling advertising space on her boobs(size 42g) on ebay. thousands of u.s. companies are bidding...
in addition:
STOCKHOLM (Reuters) - A Swedish police officer has confessed he robbed a bank and later investigated the crime himself, telling reporters at the time police had no clues.
A court in the central town of Bollnas Monday officially charged the 36-year-old for the armed robbery on Dec. 17, court documents said Tuesday, adding he had pleaded guilty.
The amount of money stolen was not disclosed but was described as sizeable. An hour after the crime the police officer returned to the bank as a leading police investigator handling the case.
Colleagues became suspicious when he bought a new car in mid-January, paying 219,000 Swedish crowns ($31,400) in cash using banknotes from the robbery, the court said.

RAPID CITY, S.D. - A buffalo that escaped from an auction ended up in a dressing room at the Rushmore Plaza Civic Center where it spent a couple of hours staring into a mirror.
The buffalo jumped over a steel panel during the Black Hills Stock Show & Rodeo on Sunday morning, went down an alley and got into the dressing room reserved for visiting sports teams, said Brian Maliske, the civic center's general manager.
"The door happened to be unlocked and he pushed the door open and went in," Maliske said.
The crew conducting the Black Hills Classic Buffalo Sale decided to keep the animal locked in the dressing room for the rest of the auction. During its two hour stay, it reportedly became fascinated with the image it saw in a big mirror.
Once the sale ended, a rodeo crew member coaxed the buffalo out of the dressing room and back into captivity.

HOUSTON (Reuters) - A Texas man has been charged with cutting a pacemaker out of his dead mother's chest with a kitchen knife as part of a long-running dispute with a medical company.
Harris County sheriff's deputies arrested James A. Donalson, 59, on Sunday after paramedics responding to the death of his mother discovered a large incision in her chest, Sergeant Bruce Williams said.
"The son, her caretaker, made the comment, 'I removed the pacemaker,'" Williams said on Monday. "It's my understanding there's been some kind of ongoing dispute between the son, insurance companies and the doctor since this pacemaker was implanted in 1995."
Donalson told reporters he wanted to keep the pacemaker as evidence of possible wrongdoing by its supplier. Investigators also want it to help determine the circumstances of the woman's death.
Donalson was charged with tampering with evidence, a felony punishable by up to 10 years in prison, and jailed in lieu of $5,000 (2,655 pounds) bond.
He was set to appear before a judge on Tuesday morning.
Authorities ordered an autopsy but believe his mother, 85-year-old Ann Donalson, died of natural causes. Her son removed the pacemaker with a kitchen knife at their home just northwest of Houston, police said.
"They killed my mother," Donalson told reporters from the back of a squad car on Sunday, apparently referring to a medical device company.
Deputies had not found the pacemaker as of Monday afternoon, Williams said.

gotta love 'em.
walk good.

shirley temple jesus-freak

today i talked to a crazy lady on the phone.
first, let me tell you that this happened at one of my favourite gigs- i love the radio station. what i did today wasn't my favourite part, but i love it anyway. i started at the radio station as a freelance associate producer for a talk show, which means that i go in, they give me a topic, i research the hell out of its every angle, then i write the questions for the host to ask the guest, and the possible answers and any other info that might help during the show. i love this job. i learn at least one new thing everyday i work there- it's actually how i learned that thing i mentioned a while back about buying babies for different, racially-determined rates...
anyway, i love working there- the people are all smart, it makes me smarter, and there's no customer service of any kind involved. it's the freelance gig i'll always say yes to.
but today, i was filling in for someone answering the phones. now this job is basically screening callers before they get on air: find out name+location, get a synopsis of what they want to say/ask, and enter the info so that the host's computer screen will tell him/her what they're getting into with any call they choose to take. pretty simple.
so this one lady gets to me and takes 3 whole minutes to deliver a synopsis that basically amounts to: isn't it true that shirley temple was instrumental in starting the social security system?
i put her on the list, trying not to laugh audibly. the segment wrapped and everybody else on hold realised we were done and hung up, but the shirley temple advocate was still on. so i tried to do the polite thing. i picked up, told her i was sorry, but we'd run out of time. this lady asks why i didn't put her through, so i patiently explained that all i do is screen and collect info- i'm not the one who decides who gets on air or not. then this lady says to me:
"they always do that to me. they never let me talk on the radio because they don't want people to hear me. they know i tell the truth. you just say the name shirley temple and the government starts shaking in their boots!"
as i tried not to snicker, she followed up with, "well never mind. tell them thank you anyway, because it just makes what happens on judgement day better!" and hung up.
so when she wasn't tapdancing with bojangles, shirley temple was busy affecting gov't policy. who knew?

on a related note, zed's latest batch of dvd's arrived today (she buys them cheap online, has them delivered to my d.c. address, i give them to flight-attendant-mom, who takes them home to trini, then on to london for the gremlin. we do a lot of cross-country exchange). one of them is chorus line which i've never seen since i'm not a muffin and mostly hate musicals. but if they come to me for free and they're well-regarded, i'll watch anything once, if for no other reason than the subsequent ability to fully articulate why it's shit. so i'm peeling the ridiculous number of layers of near-impenetrable plastic off the jewel-box, and see the words "special feature: marvin hamlisch; from broadway to hollywood".
now last year, i had the dubious pleasure of working briefly with the national symphony orchestra. dubious because the orchestra was good and all, but the conductor, marvin "the ham" hamlisch was an arrogant, unprofessional, offensive asshole.
at the time i decided to let it slide because it was a short, brilliantly-paid gig (i.e. they made it financially more than worth my while to put up with his overtly racist shit for 5 days) but he was horrid enough that i started avoiding him, which is not my style (which pissed me off even more).
i started to wonder if he was just a prick because they allowed him to be because he seemed so oblivious to the fact that he was, and i got the impression that everybody there considers him resident genius although i'd never heard of him. it didn't seem intentional on his part- he thought he was being funny. so imagine my horror to discover that he's the oscar-nominated composer for the joseph papp production chorus line- a musical so famous that even a non-muffin, musical-hater (not necessarily one and the same; more complementary) knows all about it. i'm so pissed! and to understand how pissed i am, please remember that i'm rarely offended in the first place, and on the few occasions that i have been, i never bite my tongue. now i wish i'd told him he was a racist asshole because seeing who he is, i doubt anybody else ever will.

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last night i was doing some silly online quizzes, and one of them asked a masturbation question that offered 'the produce aisle' as one of the options. it got me thinking, and now i just want to remind all the ladies that when we eat cucumbers, we often peel them because of the nasty wax that's impossible to remove from their skin.
word to the wise: if you wouldn't put it in your mouth, maybe you don't want to penetrate any other orifices with it either...

walk good. grow your own garden.

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so i remembered a good thing i did today- i started submitting my short stories again. i sent out 2 pieces today, and as soon as i buy new ink cartridges so i can print, i'll be sending out to 2 more who only accept via snailmail.
and tomorrow i'm putting in some hours at the radio station, then shakespeare again wednesday morning. assuming i survive the cold, i got good gigs this week.
walk good.