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La femme sans pitiƩ......she slept the world
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| wanna mo0o0ove |
[10 Jul 2009|08:37am] |
I've been incredibly sedentary due to this hellacious acting up of my back. And it's driving me crazy.
I want to mow the yard...and ride horses...and go swimming...and have sex...and fly a plane...and save a puppy...from a whale!
Whatever. Something other than this being all smart and good to my body and blaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
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| Ye gods, I have internet back. |
[08 Jul 2009|08:22pm] |
I was without a computer for the last week. Which was kinda cool in some ways and frustrating in others.
If I was supposed to get with you on something via this form of communication, you now know why I haven't. Remind me, wouldja? Email please.
Overheard on the Westbank: Black woman in mid 50's: I don't care about all this Michael Jackson stuff! Black woman in mid 40's: Oh no. Don't even say that in public! What's wrong with you? Black woman in mid 50's: Look, I'm sorry the man passed and it must be hard for his family. But I want to watch some damn news. CNN is for news, yeah? So can I know what's up with the world now please?! White woman with dreadlocks, tattoos and piercings: Bahahahahahaha Black woman in mid 50's: For real though, right? See, even that girl knows.
Ta.
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| Writer's Block: Childhood Firsts |
[29 Jun 2009|02:20pm] |
This seems a bit cliche but my first word was 'pic pic'. Yeah. Picture.
I've been pretty bad off physically for the past week so if I've not gotten back to you about something, forgive.
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| Halp? |
[26 Jun 2009|03:18am] |
So in order to get to where I need to get concerning these lights, I need to start shooting. I am going to photograph a lot of things, my treasures. But I'm going to have to photo people. Before I get to anyone outside, I'm going to have to shoot me. Not my favourite prospect.
The idea of me sitting in front of a camera, under lights doing fuck all means no fun for me and no fun for me means I'll get irritated and I won't be nearly as productive. So I'm in need of help. Shoot ideas and suggestions for some self portraits. And luck. Wish me luck, too. And patience. Scads of patience.
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| Flashes, puppies and fruit. |
[25 Jun 2009|11:01pm] |
That shipping time was out of this world. I have my lights. They're set up, put together, everything works. I've decided to not test them too much tonight else I'll fuck my schedule all up. I know if I get started, I won't stop until I'm done being curious and that simply won't do.
I have an excellent peach awaiting my mouf. The dogs are chilling on the floor though Morgan is looking longingly at Remy and his mango. All is so goddamn well.
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| STFU |
[24 Jun 2009|08:52am] |
You know what? I'm tired of these insipid insurance company arguments against offering some kind of national heath care. They cry, 'we'll be squeezed out of the market!' and that is insanity. Free health care won't entice those who have health insurance available for one major reason. If it's free, it won't be as good a quality as private health care. You get what you pay for. And that is understood by everyone in a capitalist society.
If I'm living up north and I'm cold, I can go to a church and get a free coat. It may have rips or not fit or smell funny and I could certainly get a finer coat from Macy's. If I'm hungry and have no money, I can go to a soup kitchen but I guarantee you that their food won't be as good as going to the Green Goddess for lunch. And if I have no where to sleep and I go to a mission or shelter for the night, that cot will not nearly compare to a bed at the W Hotel.
Churches, soup kitchens and shelters take no money from department stores, restaurants and hotels. These businesses are not suffering or being pushed out of the market because of free services. I promise you that Donald Trump will continue to see his private physician rather than go to the clinic. I would, too. People from Canada, the UK and many other places where health care is free, come to the United States to receive better services. Because they can afford it. And good for them. But to those who cannot, free services are better than suffering with treatable conditions and no money to afford them.
The elderly with money do not rely on Medicare. They use the insurance they pay for. Insurance companies will not go out of business. The market already proves that insurance companies are whining ninnies.
End morning rant.
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| And don't let me forget Second Line |
[23 Jun 2009|03:29pm] |
Jesus I left out a really important piece of information. The reason I've finally decided to get my lights.
Poppy Z Brite has a new book coming out. Second Line. It's an omnibus edition of The Value of X and D*U*C*K. And guess who is taking the photo for the cover?
I'm pleased as punch. Well I would be, if punch were worth drinking. So I'm pleased as something much yummier than punch.
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| I did it. I really did it. And it doesn't feel so good. Hopefully this'll be delayed joy? |
[22 Jun 2009|06:15pm] |
I was irritated earlier today. Went to Lids, a suggestions from my similarly dreadlock fat head afflicted friend, cottonmouthdn because he found hats there. HATS! Hats to fit head with dreads that aren't hippy shitty ass tams! The excitement! And they have a store here! Right near my house! YES! And not only did they not have all their sizes, as in no XXLs at all, the guy who worked there was also shitty as hell about me being white with dreadlocks. Boo. Sad Shadow is sad. So I'm going to have to order online. Well, I would have had to order online if I didn't currently have the worlds worse case of sticker shock.
I just bought my lights. *barf* And umbrellas. And a soft box. And an octobox. And a portable battery for all this insanity. And reflectors. And a tripod. And a remote release cord. And, no, really, barf.
My proverbial pocket just got hit for $1600. Well, a bit less, thanks to karmadrome. Thanks for that gift certificate to B&H 1000 years ago. I just redeemed it. You rock.
But yeah, I'm gonna go throw up now.
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| Ahh Father's Day |
[21 Jun 2009|11:30am] |
I mowed the backyard. All. By. My. Self. Haha it's the little triumphs. It really is. I won't be able to do the front and side bits... unless I get really stubborn. Right now I'm too drained to debate it. But I'm all sweaty and sun-kissed and proud of myself.
Spoke to my dad today. And to all of you fathers on my list, Happy Father's Day. Keep doing what you do. Loving how you love and questioning your choices. I'm proud to know you.
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| The puppies are loving the sun. |
[20 Jun 2009|09:50am] |
Painting a piece of furniture. Enjoying the morning. Thinking of doing yard work on my own. I seem to be quite ambitious today considering I haven't gone to bed yet. Feeling better = better. People stalking my journal is funny. Damn I'm eloquent.
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| Here is my tomato rant. |
[20 Jun 2009|06:14am] |
Tomatoes make me angry.
You look at a tomato and it looks beautiful. Those varying shades of red. Even yellow, orange and green. The different sizes. Kinds. Romas, heirlooms, beefmasters, cherries, italian plums. They're so tempting. Soft, lush. They smell like summer, like sun and smiling earth. They call to you. And then you bite into one and realize... that you now have a mouth full of veggie snot and boogers. This is not delicious. It's just not. Screaming to the sky with a fist raised as if to curse the universe I exclaim, "Why Tomato?! WHY??!!!" And no answer comes. It's wrong.
And it makes me angry. That's all. Have a good morning.
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| Oh and someone decided to walk into Mom's house yesterday. |
[19 Jun 2009|11:10am] |
Well my brain won't shut up. My body isn't doing so well due to some major moving of furniture to accommodate the changing season (MOTHERFUCKING HOT) and a serious lack of insulation (yeah so I live in a glorified garage, but oh the glory). This has lead me to being bored. Now folks, I rarely get bored. Maybe 3 times a year. And wow is it hellish. Standing for more than 10 minutes at a time causes my back to scream, so going out, cooking, cleaning, taking the dogs for a walk, doing yard work, enjoying the quarter, blah blah blah is all out. I'm not interested in any of my movies, the stuff on On Demand is also not appealing, surfing the net is doing nothing for me and I keep looking over my bookshelves until my eyes glaze over. Bored. Bored. Bored.
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| The Lucks |
[16 Jun 2009|02:21am] |
The Lucks band practice
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| Hehe |
[07 Jun 2009|11:10pm] |
Sarah's here!!! Off to a bar to meet up with her, Megan and J. Wo0t!
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| Swi'min!!! |
[01 Jun 2009|09:57pm] |
So Remy woke up, I told him of my desires and after he'd had some time to get his consciousness on, we hit the road to Bay St Louis. Much swimming was had. I'm tired and have sand where it doesn't belong. Jumping in the shower and going to bed.
Remy rocks my world in the best ways.
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| Boo |
[01 Jun 2009|09:54am] |
OMG I want to go swimming today. I want to get a minor sunburn and come home exhausted and grinning. But Remy didn't get to sleep until late this morning. Boo. I wish Crow was in town. Today is one of the rare days I want to be warm and I'd like nothing more than to spend it with her. Dude, I'd go tubing today. Are my southern roots showing?
Random transition, end sequence.
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| mullet with headlights? |
[01 Jun 2009|07:45am] |
This is so not my fault. It was done unto me, now I do unto you. Bonnie Tyler - Turn around Bright Eyes
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| I really do like frogs. |
[31 May 2009|01:45pm] |
I saw this green bud from a plant on the floor and picked it up to throw it away during my continued cleaning frenzy today. I looked to see if I could identify what kind of flower it was from and shrieked, throwing the thing in the air and then collapsing into giggles at myself. See, when I squeezed it, it's eyes bulged a little. It was a little green frog that had died, maybe yesterday.
Remy is replaying the sound in his head, still laughing at me as I'm still laughing at myself.
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