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when i went to see la boheme (my review here) on saturday, we (my mom, nuala, nuala’s mom rosemary), went out dinner with one of the ensemble cast members who is friend’s with nuala’s sister ady. and she liked my sugar shoes. (cause who doesn’t?) and made the all together startling and complimentary remark that catherine martin (baz luhrmann’s wife and the production/costume designer for his projects) would really like me. this was thrilling. i always wanted to be a clothing designer. i had a dream. and then i went and got an english degree. useless. fucking useless. and now i’ll probably get an english masters in 19th century british literature too. why? no good reason. well one good reason: just to write a paper about the pre-raphaelites and art/lit. it’s not a very good reason. but neither is going to the university of london simply to study and hear lectures under laura mulvey, one of the most brilliant film critics around these days in my opinion. what use will a masters or phd in film theory really be? REALLY?

in other news. moosers has a cold. she keeps sneezing. and making these whuffling noises and then snot comes out her nose. she is a snot machine. it’s kind of cutely gross. fuk-o also tried to kill fatus in the side yard yesterday morning but came out the worse for wear with his ruff all scragged and his claws broken. he is a defeated cock of the walk currently. but that didn’t stop him from trying to beat the shit out of my fatus again this morning. this is an unpleasant development.

and people think i’m charming? well, they just do. apparently.

ok so this morning i got an email from my cousin’s (john) girlfriend (katherine). in it the revelatory, and extremely unexpected, news of their forthcoming marriage was revealed. ok. marriage. i immediately was thrown into a giddy fright. DO ANY OF YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!?

1) weddings

2) children

3) the beginning of the end

john is the oldest cousin so it stands to reason that he should get married first. this i do not have a problem with. katherine is fantastic and i adore her, so the fact that she is the one joining the family i also do not have a problem with. my problem is that old though he may be, he’s still only like 25! and she is 2 years younger than me, which puts her at a whopping 21! this to me seems really really young to get married. admittedly, i never really had any doubts that they would get married eventually. but next summer?! that’s a little like a shot gun wedding! only…not really like one of those at all.

this means that adam is next. and then neal. AND THEN ME. i’m third in line now! third! i don’t even have a boyfriend! at least adam and EVEN FUCKING NEAL have girlfriends. sort of.

family pressure has now been upped. we’re all going to have to be spitting forth babies in record numbers by the time we’re 30. i’ve only got 6 years!

nuala recommended deep breaths. nuala is on crack! (no offense to any heroin junkies or nuala.)

deep breath. ok. so i’m really happy for them deep down. really, really happy. because they are a fucking adorable couple. seriously you should see them. it’s insane. and she’s even started reading the anita books. and you know she can’t be bad if you know what i’m talking about. but next summer…everything’s going to change. this christmas even. this christmas…where she will be…and we will all be…and all the aunt and uncles will be looking at my aunt mary jealously thinking of how she is gaining a super sweet daughter in law and the potential for grandchildren way sooner than them. and then their vicious little piggy (no offense to pigs or kristen) will turn on the rest of us and I’M THIRD IN LINE!

this is really just no good from my standpoint on myself at all.

Your song is… F*ck Her Gently You don’t always have to fuck her hard. Sometimes that’s not right to do. Sometimes you gotta make some love, and fuckin’ give her some smooches too. Quiz created by LenPal

What’s your Tenacious D song?

last week on west wing (not this week when there was a lame-ass re-run. not that the episode was lame. just the state of repeat was lame. yes lame. ass. sniff it.) ahem. last week on west wing, there was this scene, which to me, was pretty damn appropriate and telling to our society and social consciousness.

josh and donna were in his office and he was asking her about this book seminar she went to by some guy named tombo (spelling? i just don’t know tuuuumbaaa…) who was involved in the opposing republican party’s nominee for president’s campaign somehow. i want to force you all to hear/read the dialogue that occurred between them because it made an impact on me, and so….i like to share. i am a nerd.

donna: nothing he (tomba) said was wrong or objectionable, as opposed to the man sitting next to me who was named fern.

josh: open this book to any page.

…….(there follows a less interesting passage where josh bashes some quote the guy used.)

josh: give me another one.

donna: look outside the cave.

josh: right. that’s from an old paper back called the republic by plato. good thing tombo’s been able to put it on a fortune cookie so it suits the attention span of the republican nominee…here he quotes Robert Frost, ‘good fences make good neighbors.’ did he talk about that?

donna: yeah

josh: what did he say?

donna: basically, if you stay within your personal space you’ll end up getting along fine with everyone.

josh: you had to study modern poetry.

donna: yes.

josh: is that what frost meant?

donna: no, he meant that boundaries are what separate us from each other.

josh: why did he say ‘good fences make good neighbors’?

donna: he was being ironic, but i still don’t…..

josh: because what does it remind you of? i believe in hope not fear…i’m a leader not a politician…it’s time for an american leader…america’s earned a change…i before e except after c. it’s the fortune cookie candidacy! these are important thinkers and understanding them can be very useful. and it’s not ever going to happen at a four hour seminar. when the president’s got an embassy surrounded in haiti, or a keyhole photograph of a heavy water reactor, or any of the 50 life and death matters that walk across his desk everyday, i don’t know if he’s thinking about emmanuel kant or not, i doubt it. but if he does i am comforted at least in my certainty that he’s doing his best to reach for ALL of it and not just the mcnuggets. is it possible we would be willing to require any less from the person sitting in that chair?–the low road?–i don’t think it is.

do you think president george w. bush eats mcnuggets? i think he does. it’s amazing to me sometimes how closely a tv show like the west wing will align itself with current events. maybe they do it unthinkingly (unlikely) but maybe they do it tongue in cheekily. and come on, what this country needs is more public media disparaging the imbecile we put behind that desk. as an english major i’ve got to be horrified at people who mis-interpret great literature. and as a citizen i’ve got to be resentful of stupid people dictating to the world at large. and what else is bush but a regime led by a bully whose aspirations of political global domination are forcing america down the low road of supreme grand patriarchal leadership of the world?

that’s a rhetorical question, knuckleheads.

today as i was driving to work down north 13 highway before it turns into ashby there were many plunkings against my windshield and roof as the leaves on the trees began a merry fall dance, a swirling barrage of happy death, and heralding of the new season. almost halloween. almost thanksgiving. almost christmas.

i was torn this morning while reviewing the webpages on whether to reply to jason on his private comment page or to just let it slide and see what he said to himself next. sadly about 20 minutes later this exercise was lost in futility as both kristen and doug invdaded the sacred jason space. not that i’m upset about this. it certainly solved my dilemna about what i should do or not do. and that was really tearing me apart inside, you have no idea the pain i was going through. intense. no really.

scaberous tattoos peel off black scabs. isn’t that fascinating? i have big black bits of skin flaking off my leg right now. i am totally enthralled. it’s difficult not to stare at me all the time, constantly, like a radish spirit visual pull, i got the power. the scabby power. hmmm ok it’s not quite as hardcore as the radish. he had tusk/breast feelers after all. (for those of you who have no idea what i’m talking about maybe you should consider seeing spirited away a little more intently.)

pottery class is crazy fun. flinging bits of wet clay everywhere, getting all muddy, and it’s erotic. when you’re spinning the wheel and forcing the clay up into a cone shape…well hello phallus. and then when you’re opening the clay up to make a bowl/cup/whatever shape…how ya doing vagina. perhaps no one needed to know about my secret clay fantasties. but maybe you all really DID need to know.

seeing the ring tonight. after jacob’s brief but horrifying story of his friend who saw it and then slept in the dryer so that he could see all the entrances and exits i am a little afeared for my sanity mentality. i warn anyone who is going now, i will most likely be terrifiedly alternately clutching and punching like a maniac whoever is sitting next to me. speaking of this movie, did you all know that it’s actually a re-make of a japanese movie called ringu that had a slew of sequels? and it’s based on a series of books by nakata koji, also, i believe, called ringu. not for lack of trying, but it seems impossible to get any of the originals over here. the books haven’t been translated into english, netflix doesn’t have any of the movies, and neither did amazon…as far as i could tell. i think maybe they might have it and were just trying to hide it from me out of sheer perversity. damn you, amazon.

ok so my officemate Katie has 2 tickets to see the donnas in san francisco this thursday. who the fuck are the donnas you ask? well it is a good question. for those of you who have seen the movie drive me crazy with adrien grenier and melissa joan hart (they both look really fucking scary in their pictures on imdb), well they were named the electrocutes back then, and they played at the prom in the movie. (so it was some of the songs that WEREN’T by a certain britney spears.) ummm so they play girly punk rock music and are young and loud. if you go to the first link off “the donnas” above you can listen to some of their music.

POtentially i might want to go see them. but the show starts at 9 and i have pottery class till 9. but there are 2 opening acts….so mabe i could go anyway. but there remains the fact there there are two tickets…..so basically what i’m wondering here is: does anyone have any interest in seeing the donnas? i won’t actually know if i get the tickets until thursday, because admittedly she already offered them to someone else first and is waiting to see if that friend contacts her about them.

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