thoughts

When you're absent minded, everything's a pleasant surprise.

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Collective Abstract Replies

To the one I always write to first. A query of sorts, I suppose. They are amazing lyrics, but from whence do they come and who do they mean? Or does all that really matter much at all (I suppose not) in the end? Is it all Velvet Oedipal Pontification ?

Whlie he is the Court Jester, she is the queen of swords. Sharp of wit but heavy in spirit, your words are more beautiful when you are lighter than air. Cast off the weight of the world and don't be afraid to let your sweetness show. Thinking of you. I have books with your name on them (both literally and figuaratively speaking.) I am wishing you a week free of care to the extent that this is humanly possible.

To my favorite Fallen Woman, I am wishing you good fortune and the loan of my stubbornness. You are tireless but sometimes you wonder what it's all for. I'll remind you. You may work your ass off now, but you are accountable to no one but yourself and that is worth its weight in platinum. And the ass that you're working off is much more enviable than it used to be :) Your confidence and strength and beauty shine through and inspire us all. But it's okay to doubt that sometimes and I'm here for that when you need me.

I know a young mother who lives in a shoe...she wears so many hats you'd think she wouldn't know what to do. In lieu of less plausible wishes, I wish her further extensions of credit and well behaving boys and a great sales week. And a sale on green tea.

My sister doesn't read this, but I'm wishing bonus points into the universe because she thought of me in a kind way. Okay, so it was a bit condescending but as sweet as she gets and I'll give her credit (long story.)

To my favorite belly dancing vegetarian - haven't forgotten you, I'm just feeble minded and forget to call till it's too late at night...

I'm probably forgetting people. I don't know who all reads this thing. So I'll just wish general goodness to all whom I have the good fortune of being acquainted with.

Peace, Love and Jellybeans,
Corbid

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Jesus Fucking Christ

I'm offline again. I thought this "infrastructure improvement" bullshit was
supposed to have solved this problem. Fuckers.
I'm all paid up and everything. What do they want from me? Blood? My
immortal soul? That's $40 a month I could be spending on books or CDs or 4
packs of Guinness pub draft. Or Care Bears and colouring books for my
daughters. Or, you know, my actual debts or something. Next time I happen
into a large sum of money (that'll be never, but humour me) I'm going to buy
a laptop with a Wi-Fi card so I can roam around Starbucks or Downtown and
get free wireless access and not have to pay for my right to be an informed
citizen. You know, I've heard that in some countries wireless internet
access is provided free as a means of bettering and educating the populace.
Here they charge us for everything but the air we breathe (don't worry, they
ll figure out how to charge us for that soon enough.)

Obviously if anyone's sent me any email in the past 48 hours, I've not yet
seen it. I'm letting this post languish in my outbox in case I connect at
some point. A lovely weekend to all.

Negativegirl

Mirrormask Preview

It's promised to be a fine dark Henson film in the tradition of Labyrinth and Dark Crystal, and better yet, it was written by Neil Gaiman.


Fuck me, I can't wait for this movie:

Dogs in (my office) Space

I don't know if I've ranted here yet about the whole dogs in the office situation, but yes my employers allow their ill behaved golden retrievers the run of the entire building. They try to steal our lunches. They fight in the hallways. They shit on the floor. One of them bit a hole in the ass of my dress once. We have to lock the doors so they don't escape the building. Today one of them nearly got decapitated by the elevator when I was trying to load a product display. Far be it from me to complain, but holy fuck. This was not in my job description, to say the least. These are not exactly people who couldn't afford a dog sitter. A trainer comes to give them walks. A groomer comes and bathes them. They live in the lap of fucking luxury. Why do they want to bury their noses in my lap as well?


But whatfuckingever. When given a choice between call center hell and dogs begging for my breakfast every morning I suppose I can learn to live with the dogs. Or at least start leaving early enough to eat breakfast at home.

Lyrics of the Day

"Skip the life completely. Stuff it in a cup. She said Money is like us in
time, it lies but won't stand up."
-Lou Reed

Ten of Cups (Satiety): Fulfillment and joy in life and love. Feeling peace, tranquility, and contentment in friends and family. Taking delight in one's good fortune



Seven of Wands (Valor): Standing courageously for your beliefs in the face of adversity. Fear of failure overcome by the will to succeed. Great obstacles met with heroism and determination. Inner strength brought to bear at a critical moment.



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Dispatches From The Complaint Department

1) My supposed vocabulary word of the day was "citadel." Fucking please. Do
they think I'm 12? Are there a large number of fully functional,web literate
adults that don't know "citadel?" If the thing weren't free I'd want my
money back.

2) What gives with the increasingly more bizarre serving suggestions on the
back of frozen pierogi boxes? I am Polish (don't laugh, it's not that funny)
and I buy frozen pierogi to eat as Polish people do: boiled with butter and
lots of sour cream. If I want to go to some extra trouble I'll pan fry it
and serve it with maybe butter and sour cream and Kielbasa. It's a simple
dish and it's hardly rocket science to figure out: "Hmmm...potatoes and
cheese in a dumpling, do you suppose it might be good with sour cream?" So
what the hell is up with suggestions like "Serve grilled or baked on top of
a selection of salad greens, topped with salsa" or "create a casserole by
combining with ham cubes, broccoli florets and Alfredo sauce" or the one
that kind of makes me retch a bit: "combine with spaghetti sauce and
parmesan cheese, add meatballs if desired." Mmm, nothing like mashed
potatoes and spaghetti sauce! Jesus Fucking Christ on a cracker, do you
suppose these same brilliant marketeers will next come up with something
along the lines of "Fajitas...why not add mayonnaise?" or "Nothing beats the
taste of sushi and cheese whiz." Way to make unsuspecting consumers hate
pierogi. But whatever, that leaves more for me, I guess. Potatoes are the
breakfast of champions indeed.

3) My third hate note of the day goes to people who take a great CD and play it constantly to a captive audience until you think you've been inducted into a very special level of the Inferno and wonder what atrocity you've committed to deserve it. Thanks to my sales manager at work, I can't listen to any more Sarah McLachlan for a long,long time.

More Vonnegutesque Expounditure

Kurt Vonnegut salutes the humble librarian.

Quote of the Day

Then Hole frontwoman Courtney Love, directly to the camera for a 1990 documentary on The Year Punk Broke:


"Kurt Cobain makes my heart stop. But he's a shit."


Also, my wee teo year old Sarah has composed the following song, which I thought I'd share:"The monkey in the sea, the monkey in the sea, hi ho the dairy o the monkey in the sea...is sleeping now.." True genius, I tell you.

Meanwhile, I'm still thinking...

May I just take this oppurtunity

...to sing the praises of Casa de Jay and Jay,which we visited during the birthday revelries last eve. Seriously, man, the house shared by Boy Jay and Girl Jay is what "Truck" frontman Jesse Stanley's house wants to be when it grows up (and Jesse Stanley has a cool ass house.)An eclectic and beautiful mix of space age retro and lounge and Tiki kitsch plus vintage porn art and thought provoking conversation pieces. And a soundtrack to match. There's a caterpillar collection in a bamboo tiki cage and one of those chairs that looks like you're sitting tin the palm of a giant hand. And naked nun art.One can never encounter too much naked nun art. Yeah, I'm jealous, a bit...

Happy Birthday, Lizzie!!!

I am readying my umbrella...

william blake cards of the day...

Three of Poetry (Creativity): "I must Create a System, or be enslav'd by another Mans I will not Reason & Compare: my business is to Create". A creative opportunity presents itself. A lucky break is in store for you. Taking an imaginative or literary approach is favored. A revelation of truth is at hand. All the pieces are falling into place. You achieve an understanding that has far-reaching implications. In the creative process: You get the go-ahead to "do your thing"; your project has special blessing at this time because of your ability to see an overview or get the big picture.   Eight of Painting (Discipline): Proper pacing or management of your workload or time. Taking control of a difficult situation. Following the lead of a mentor or inner guide. A need for physical assessment and self-improvement. Seek appropriate education and training. Step-by-step progress. Diligence and perseverance. Tackling a mountain of work. In the creative process: Even though you may have a long way to go, a methodical approach incorporating guidance and training will ultimately lead you to the top.

Holy Fuck

I finally managed to ruin a Volvo...

Stupid Happy Creature (bibliomancy of the day)

Random Yeats Passage (from "Demon and Beast"):

"Being no more demonaic a stupid happy creature could rouse my whole nature.
.chilled blood this sweetness brought; yet have no dearer thought than that
I may find out a way to make it linger half a day..."

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Sweetness makes excuses

All I want for the rest of my life is lemon drops and Beatles songs and rain...

Lactate Intolerant

Sweetness lingers in spite of false threat of suffocation. He keeps lots of

pillows in case someone might want to smother him. All she ever wanted was

photos for the yearbook, scraps for the scrapbook, pieces for the quilt.

Someday it'll all be just mementos in a tea tin, and dolls in a heart shaped

box. Someday she'll be eating the dust and cursing the grave. Bracing for the

day he doesn't come back, inevitable as monsoon rain, another price to pay,

another heartbreaking work of genius. When you die can I have your shadow?

Written in stone, written in ink, written in a name that cannot be erased. Said

aloud it becomes a story and all stories have inevitable endings. I'm wishing

for a John Irving epilogue but prophesy a Leonard Cohen afterworld. A heart is

just a vital organ, and I'm used to having those removed. A thousand years from

now it'll just be me and the cockroaches immortal and living in the ruins.

Someday I'll escape to tell the tale. Someday I'll write the gospel of the

name. Till then I am harvesting the milk of human kindness. Drink deep and be

forgiven, a babe at the breast and innocent again. I want nothing and I am

nothing but all the nothing that I am is yours to lean on. I know you'll take

my secrets to the grave. It's all just words, it doesn't have to make sense, it

just has to sound pretty.

inaction speaks louder than words

When Christ said unto his apostles "This is my body, take and eat" perhaps it was just a round about way of saying "bite me, Judas."
Convenience stores apparently sell just about everything these days.

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The world's address, a place that's worn...

Billboard I saw recently: "The world doesn't have a suggetion box."

If it did, my first suggestion would be to institue corporal punishment for people who compose trite billboard slogans.


Thought for the day: Are eternal penitents housed in eternal penitentiaries?