Days Of Thanks And Chaos...

About time I wrote something, I guess...
Friday limbo, was playing Nick Cave and Leadbelly and songs from an old lover. Day After Blues, wandering, newspaper brooding in the Dinosaur MacDonalds, bookstore lingering over hot chocoolate and idiot shoppers with my sweet little girls whov'e learned a Tom Waits song. Sarah sings it "remember the girl with the sun in her eyes and I'll kiss you" then she blows a little kiss "and then I'll be gone..." My punk rock little Maggie sings "and I'll kiss you and then I'll be sick!" and laughs riotously. Watched the movie "Seven" which I'd never managed to sit all the way through before and TOTALLY called the ending. Good movie, though. And then...

...Twas the Day After Thanksgiving and the liqour was flowing, the bonfires raging, the music pouring out of the living room and it was to be expected and it was good. The stragglers left long after the first morning's light and Jesse referred to the sunrise as "God's morning boner."Sang "In the Pines" and "Willing" and "Oldest Story In The World" and "I Don't Want To Me A Soldier" and "Designs On You" and several Forkan originals of old and new and much Stones and Zeppelin and who and the strangest guitar blues rock Iggy Pop style multiphasic eighties pop song medly. Made some promises to learn and sing and practice songs for future reference and so I will. And the the lord hath spake and apparently was happy to see us that morning. Happy birthday Mike, another year you're still alive which is more than some of us can say...

"Good manners and bad breath will bet you nowhere..."
-Elvis Costello

I asked my two year old...

...half in jest "David Bowie or Nirvana?" She said "Nirvana." I repeated the question to be sure I'd heard right. So Nirvana it shall be.

(detritus)(dream)(poetica)(myth)(opinion)(divination)

Words of 5 year old wisdom...

Maggie says:

Sarah is a good baby, who says "popcorn" all the time. Danny is fun to wrestle with. I love my Care Bears. Cheer Bear is my favorite. I love my Barbie pet shop. Goodbye.

Hope your respective Christmases were happy, or at least failed to suck too terribly...

Happy Boxing Day!!!

Our Christmas was rather low key, but nice. Spent it with my husband's family mostly, and were fed and gifted well. Needless to say, all day my girls bounced off the walls in manic rapturous joy. In fine Day After Christmas tradition,Chaos does ensue. There are toys scattered to the four winds, Maggie is wrestling with her dog (telling him "Well, Danny, maybe you're a bad dog and maybe you're a good dog, and maybe you're a bad dog and maybe you're a good dog...yeah, I love you,Danny...") and Sarah is eating the first and last Oreo she will have for quite some time. It is now time for the traditional Ordering Of The Boxing Day Pizza and the Drinking Of Caffeine. I shall need fuel in order to clean up this mess and I still have some post Christmas gifts to make for the game night people. Cthulu Christmas Cards if I can get my printer to work. Otherwise, CD mixes for all. In light of this most stressful of holiday seasons, I am reminded of the year my sister announced she was celebrating Kwanzaa instead of Christmas, because it starts the day after Christmas and you make your own presents and she was feeling kind of cheap that year. My sister used to be really funny, but she's gotten kind of staid and conservative at the ripe old age of 25. May I never grow old, says the pigtailed thirty year old who's eating chocolate for breakfast. Even if I keep getting lumps of coal in my stocking. I shite you not, there were lumps of coal, well candy lumps of coal, anyway. But, alas, I have much to do today besides update my blog and watch the Care Bear Excercise video for the hundreth time this morning.

In the meantime, to assist in your post holiday letdown, here's some McSweeneys links to brighten your rainy day:

Vote "No" On Jesus For President

Postcards From James Joyce in Paris

How To Outsource Your Marriage Proposal

Maggie wants to show you all...

...that she can type her name all by herself, so here goes:

maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

we'll keep working on that :)