All right, kids, I hang my weary head in shame and admit that I have consumed the Kool-Aid.
It's grapey and delicious. Next I'll pour it into ice cube trays and make little popsicles.
Still stupid. But it is a good place to unload the snark, isn't it?
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Precognition, Premonition, Presentiment
I posted this on August 3rd on Comic Book World. Lyrics are over there if you want them.
I just went back there, and listened. And listened again. And then again.
I don't mean to get all freaky and rama-lama-ding-dong and stuff, but every now and again, I'll get a... vibration from the universe. Just a little "bzzzzt" in my ear. Sitting still a lot helps me to pay attention to those little rumbles. I think maybe this might have been one of them. It's a good thing I was paying attention. A really good thing.
Maybe I was picking up on one of those vibes when I chose to post this song. (I do remember I was sitting in the Hotel Monaco in Portland, OR, late at night, confused about my own whereabouts after a week and a half of traveling, maybe slightly tipsy from having wine with my vendor, and probably feeling quite lonely and ungrounded from not having been home for so long.)
So I chose, as usual, a much-loved song to settle myself. Music hath charms and all that...
Thought it was worth posting again.
I just went back there, and listened. And listened again. And then again.
I don't mean to get all freaky and rama-lama-ding-dong and stuff, but every now and again, I'll get a... vibration from the universe. Just a little "bzzzzt" in my ear. Sitting still a lot helps me to pay attention to those little rumbles. I think maybe this might have been one of them. It's a good thing I was paying attention. A really good thing.
Maybe I was picking up on one of those vibes when I chose to post this song. (I do remember I was sitting in the Hotel Monaco in Portland, OR, late at night, confused about my own whereabouts after a week and a half of traveling, maybe slightly tipsy from having wine with my vendor, and probably feeling quite lonely and ungrounded from not having been home for so long.)
So I chose, as usual, a much-loved song to settle myself. Music hath charms and all that...
Thought it was worth posting again.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Appendix A
Oh, and this one? Just as I suspected, she's a little hoor.
I mean, look at her! All sprawled out with those come-hither eyes and that exposed belly.
She pretends to be all shy and retiring, but when the right person comes along, suddenly she's all, "Oh, and what did you say your name was again, Person Who Opens Cat Food?"
Slut.
I mean, look at her! All sprawled out with those come-hither eyes and that exposed belly.
She pretends to be all shy and retiring, but when the right person comes along, suddenly she's all, "Oh, and what did you say your name was again, Person Who Opens Cat Food?"
Slut.
