I'm saddened this tumblr blog is being removed after barely a month. Combining morrissey/smiths with the peanuts. Perfect. And it's ending too soon. But you knew it couldn't last. Legal reasons. Petty reasons. You knew it wouldn't last. But it was nice while it lasted. Brilliant. And in apparent closing fashion, she exits stage left with a nice little fuck-you post to the suits in a new post after being shut down. I wish the best to this artist. Such a great idea. She'll have more. And we'll all be fine. Pity the suits. Heaven knows they're miserable now.
19 September 2013
16 September 2013
14 September 2013
I somewhat casually realized that I began this blog mostly for myself, for my own amusement, about four years ago and have proceeded to casually neglect it for more than the past two years. That and I fancy long sentences. Who knows why we start blogs. And why we abandon them. Because we have something to say and then we don't. I read something once about the quantity and/or percentage of blogs begun/forgotten. I don't recall the source or specifics but the numbers were large. So I'm no different.
But I am now typing with two untrained thumbs on my wi-fi but not-new OS phone. Since two years ago when I most recently abandoned this little blog, I have a different job, a fledgling business, a third perfect child on the way, and an overall sense of being closer to where I felt I should be by now. But, it's just a blog. A blog for me. By me and for me. I'll pass on twitter, mostly pass on tumblr and facebook, and have no use for google plus. So we'll see what happens.
03 July 2011
So this morning it was rather odd that things seemed to be moving in slow motion for me. Water out of the faucet - rather the slowness with which I ran the water. But I had to. I was running water from the Brita filter and the thing kept popping off the faucet. So I had to run the water very lightly. A step beyond a drip really. Then the coffee brewed much slower than usual. Not sure why. The ceiling fan seems to be moving in slower circles above my head. It's already about 82 degrees and I'm a delicate flower that wilts in the heat. The Betta fish aren't even bopping around with their usual verve. Plus I'm wearing my Union City All Stars band tee, above the name it reads "a little slower". Sunday morning. Coming down.
24 June 2011
Play, don't play. I don't care and I hope multitudes of football fans - which I cannot personally claim to be - come to that conclusion. I realize there are many issues of great importance, matters of consequence. I get that. But strip away all the tiny and endless details and it's a matter of millionaires and billionaires arguing over their money. About nine billion dollars of it. They can't figure out how to split nine billion dollars. It's a bit sickening.
What would be really sad - or funny if you're a nihilist - is to see these children have to work for a living. Even for a week. A day. Work a real job. Read a book. Do a good dead. Do something thankless and meaningful without the cameras. See, I'm pissed now and over-generalizing. That's wrong, I know. But facts are there. Millionaires and billionaires bickering like spoiled brats over the best way to spend nine billion dollars. Sickening.
31 May 2011
27 April 2011
I'd love to begin a song with that first line. I do not know why. But it sounds like a song of hopeless apathy. I'm not uncertain Elliott Smith once thought of those words. And obviously the song would have to have the word "harbor" in it. Harbor - my favorite lyrical word in the English language.