anyway

so whip it was fantastic-but really not surprising given the awesome cast, bumping soundtrack and the appearance of yet another wilson. (jeez, they are getting almost as prolific as the baldwins!) we both had fun and wow, big props to kristen wigg for pulling out the surprise performance of the summer. she's got the mad skills, so recognize. not just another snl flash in the pan, this one.... we got our free tshirts and went to muddy's for their world famous cupcakes though i couldn't really eat mine, one of my neighbor kids enjoyed it though. if yr in memphis they won a "best of" competition for bakery and you might even say hi to my friend ethan if you are fortunate!

so we're finally getting that perfect weather that makes just sitting outside a pleasure in and of itself. its wonderful to have the windows open wide and feel the nice fragrance of mown grass and sunshine. perfect riding weather!! after weeks of rain, every human in memphis deserves to just get out and suffuse themselves in something truly simple, something truly good. the gift of a beautiful day.

namaste! i'm already dreading the ugh of monday but right now, things are....perfect.
in that spirit, i do urge anyone who in interested to join me in supporting a most basic human right for a couple of boys in iran who are threatened with execution for nothing more than admitting their love for each other. some people can't let go and move on--it's something i'm starting to see more and more. they hide behind traditions and outdated poorly interpreted scripture as canon so instead of the new sincerity we get the new hate. there is so much that can be good and beautiful on this planet that it boggles my mind how some people can be so hate-filled that they can only focus solely on that, teaching hate to children, disseminating their "propaganda" and infusing the world around them with more of the same bitter spite.
these are 2 kids, just boys, and they've done nothing. there is a time for keeping quiet, letting those whose words are imbued with bile and avarice just them wear themselves out spewing hate. but ultimately its listening that gives them power. lets try for once to empower the people who want things to be better, not worse. for all people, not just some. please help. http://www.petitiononline.com/irangay/
some things matter.
some things don't.

hahaha hahah ha ha ha

omg that is perfect.
i warrant online stalking and harassment by people who simply cannot ignore me.
sweet sweet wine thou hath my cup refilled.
but it's really tiresome hearing all his pet names.
so no more anonymous comments my brave friend

the warm smile of reflection

1979 by the smashing pumpkins is a guarantee of wistful inner peace even if it's just for a few minutes. and always a kevin smith shout out. hoping for a little of that momentary happiness for everyone i know today. everyone.

telemarketer fun

so, one of the many banes of rocking a phone-related job is telemarketers.


i concede that they have a tough lot in life and a hard road to hoe or a long winding road


or a long strange trip or some damn thing like that.



(insert damn anecdote of choice here: "it's a ________, ________ to ___________", fucker.)




anyway, so telemarketing is a thankless job, not just figuratively but literally as well.


so i put them on a 3 strike program, affording them the same chances as a man at bat or, ok, less glamourously, a habitual criminal in some states. im super polite, then polite, then rude and then if they still keep calling (i genuinely can't believe they routinely still do) then that is when the fun starts!





i appreciate that they have a job, but gosh darned it if i dont have one too, and part of that is keeping them off my employers grotesquely ample bottom. and if they are going to fuck with me i am pleased to announce i have been granted license to reciprocate.



luckily they hate the calls-ostensibly because it wastes time and keeps me busy so they have to occasionally answer one-but boohooo or not, they are totally ok with me playing tele-punked with the time wasters.





I have 3 methodologies that i vary for emphasis and effect. (and ok, mood)


1) a personal favorite, talkus interruptus; every time they speak i start talking too, but stop as soon as they do. kinda like a telephone mirror game only vastly more annoying. the longest this has ever gone before the solicitor hung up in disgust was 30 seconds. heh heh heh.


which is good because i run out of interuppting things to say which is how i slipped into


2) gibberish; the name pretty much says it all. i favor a googley alien blah blah oooh sound.


it's biggest downside is that i have on occasion, gotten hysterical with laughter before the telemarketer had hung up, which in my book, makes you lose points. it's a battle or something, right? that means it's time to get serious, time for


3) cursing (saying a swear, cussing etc) i dont simply just start by randomly hurling epithets,of course. that would be far too provincial, crass, gauche....Redneck. you have to give a proper greeting and welcome so they know where they have called. at some point i might introduce myself, possibly as louise or adolf or even satan. then i like to whisper something intimate, in my friendliest whisper, like; "and you are an evil telemarketer, and you will perish in flames, thanks for calling!" or i will just go on an onion style rant, invite them to slide under an out of control gasoline truck, explain the definition of not interested or just insert random words into my script of disinterest. i usually reserve swearing for those calls that come in when i really don't have a lot of time to deal with people of that ilk. "my name is adolf, quit calling us we already told you no a million times you sorry sacks of excrement."
Swearing is less used but as a result, doubly enjoyed for the rare treat it presents.

so lovely

its awesome to get confirmation sometimes that you are still too important to ignore and that someone can't not think of you. in happy news, i have decided i am staying in my wonderful little house! since it will be such a happy decision i am staying right where i am and not moving after all. unless of course the europe thing falls together quickly enough. but most likely another year.


its funny when i think my lot is kinda a bummer, along comes something to remind me im not half as petty and spiteful as say, yr average joe down the street.


seriously, quit reading my blog if im so hated, wtf?

i havent looked at anyone elses since months before the lol, happy day.

months. and never again since then, so now, technically, years.

if i can do it i know you can.

but noooo you just have to look, have to sound off in your own little ways.

do you think it touches me except to make me laugh?

(and i'll even concede the grandpa thing was low but i was in a mood.)

and it was nowhere near as fucking spiteful as someone elses blog was.

remember that file named a woman scorned? i'm not even in the same zip code as that.

i'm an ex so let me be ex.

the venom level is grossly disproportionate and oh snap, no diseases here.

but in any case thanks for reading, i never in a million years expected that.

dulce!

sometimes the only thing that brings me down from a technicolour freakout over the
insanity that is existence is somebody else's pain, somebody else's heartbreak.
when it touches my family, my child, i am truly TRULY humbled.
yet the truth of it remains and i genuinely believe no life is of more value than another.
people all over the world die.
what is one more life taken, one small boy, to the mix?

well for one thing it's it's own tiny exploding universe of wtf?
it's proof (not that my atheist ass needed it) that while there may be something more,
it sure as shit is no benevolent loving higher power.
i need a sponge to fill my soul and soak up all this excess...
i dont even know what to call it.
i dont have the words, or the language to express it.
i just know that it's wrong beyond all reasoning.
and waste beyond measure.

missed the boat

dammit, i hate being old. the hit parade of crashing out prematurely is starting to get more regular than the macys parade. i missed both hanging out and seeing ethan and chatting online with andrew who just got back into town from way too long an absence in vegas.
and im awake now of course, at 5 am.
brilliant.
well im doing the sneaky cat feeding anyway, i know i'll get back to sleep, the issue is for how long? at least i wont have to worry about it happening again tonight! ;)

anyway, i need to try and facilitate that sleep thing.
maybe some delicious magic brownies would help....