Nyotaimori

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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Sandi R. #1

Nick W. (holy shit cow.)

Long-Hai P. #1

Long-Hai P. #2

Dr Demented original sketch

Dr. Demented original artwork

Adam F. #1

Adam F. #2

Adam F. #3

original “poetry” by Kristen. hwee.

for those of you wondering what anderson happens to be doing with his time. go check out his new band’s webpage at :

chuckanut drive

for those of you not wondering what the sperm whale happens to be doing with his time. well for you i reserve my pity. and my scorn. because i’m mean like that.

ok so this weekend i got tattooed, poison oaked, and had a fantabuloous time (minus the nuala losing her purse section) at kristen’s bday bash. i like to boogey. i like to get down. go-go girls in men’s white briefs, legwarmers, and wife-beaters can not be beaten. 26 mix you are the bomb-diggity of my world. HOWever, and i cannot stress this point enough, playing pool with strangers is not my cup of tea. first off: do i like strangers? no! i loathe strangers! am i socially outgoing? no! i am a reclusive clam! and then to top it off i lost to him! i do not like losing, sam i am. admittedly at no point did i actually have to pay to play pool. and i did at least beat a certain fancy pants. though possibly that is more due to the fact the i “sank” one of my balls by hand and circumvented losing the 8 ball in the middle of the game by a judicious use of the palm in the pocket technique. shit, i am totally a cheater. why do you people even acknowledge me? more the fool you.

thinking back (ah memory lane) i cannot even recollect when i first started cheating. perhaps it was in high school when i would stack the deuces deck for whichever boy i happened to be feeling beneficial towards at the time. generally this seemed to be adam. damn him and his ability to toy with my affections. but occasionally it would be jimmy if he was making me laugh. or jason if i was copying his physics homework on the sly. or long-hai if he was promising to give me free airheads or cool artwork. (i am going to find aforementioned art and post it. because eventually that boy is going to be famous and i want to feel securely attached to the illustrious coat tails.) but maybe it was when i was like 5 and my grandmother (father’s) taught me to play rummy, or when i was 6 and my dad taught me to play cribbage, or when i was 7 and the family (mom’s) taught me to play pinochole. hmmm….but morally upright child that i am, i cannot for the life of me remember EVER cheating when playing against my family, (brother does not count). i save it all for you, dear friends. dear, dear easily flummoxed friends.