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SEVENTY-ONE!
My collection of spectacles now numb... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 SEVENTY-ONE!My collection
of spectacles
now numbers seventy-one submissions. The latest cool five of the bespectacled are:Ruby from Ho Hum What?,Jessica from These Are A Few Of Our Favorite Things...,Deb from Organized Chaos,Margaret from Praying For The Depraved Soul Of Me, Margaret,and the linkless but most grinning Elizabeth.You, too, can be one of the cool kids sporting your spectacles in the collection, prescription or non-prescription. Just submit your image and/or your website address to the spectacles collection, and I'll add you to the mix.It's a bit like what Tino Buntic is doing, only I started this back in May. So I'm cooler, right?If the url for this site begins with en.bitacle.org, you are witnessing the theft of intellectual property by Bitacle. This post was created and copyrighted by Schmutzie, who has not given consent for this material to be reproduced. Please access the original content at "Milkmoney or Not, Here I Come" and alert the author of the theft of t
#481: A COLLECTION OF PEOPLE AND INANIMATE OBJECT... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #481: A COLLECTION OF PEOPLE AND INANIMATE OBJECTS WEARING GLASSESBespectacled people of the internet, unite! Or, at least the 73 of you (as of February 3, 2007) that have thus far. If you have not yet sent me an image involving your glasses, please do, because there is no best before date on this collection.(An explanation of this collection, a call for submissions, and the rules are below the following collection of images of and links to the keen and sometimes seeing-impaired readers of Milkmoney Or Not, Here I Come).61 spectacles with links:12 spectacles without links:In May 2006, I finally got two new pairs of glasses after my pair of six-year-old frames finally bit the dust. I found myself curious about the spectacles everyone else who comes by here was wearing, so I made a call for submissions to start a collection of pictures of people or inanimate objects wearing glasses. Sixteen keen readers of this website obliged my whim, and the beginning of this collection was born.D
#636: MS. MASON HELPS OUT
It's 6:00 am on a Sunda... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #636: MS. MASON HELPS OUTIt's 6:00 am on a Sunda
y morning, and I can't sleep. It's a new thing my brain's been doing. Rather than let me sleep in on the weekends, it has my eyelids flying open anywhere between 4:00 and 6:00 am. I'm still tired, my body is loose and warm and stretchy, but I end up staring into the dark and thinking and thinking and thinking. Did I really dream about cleaning the basket in the teapot? If this persistent canker sore in my mouth is actually cancer, will they have to cut out a major portion out of my lip and leave my teeth hanging out for public view all the time? If that's not one of the cats licking my toes, should I scream? It doesn't take long to figure out that it's best to give up on sleeping and wander over here to do the clickety-click. Such is my dedication.But what's this? Is it Maggie Mason's No One Cares What You Had for Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog? It is! Thank the lard, because I was sending requests up into my frontal
#637: A BATH, A STREAM, AND THE LOSS OF SAFE WATE... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #637: A BATH, A STREAM, AND THE LOSS OF SAFE WATERI was lying in the tub yesterday and wondering about all the water I was lying in. Even though our bathtub is tiny and more suitable to a trailer than a regular-sized dwelling, there was gallons of water all over and around me, and if I wanted to, I could have drained it all out and filled the tub again with a steaming, fresh stream of it.Water makes the world go 'round; it grows our crops and washes us and keeps us from turning into jerky; some countries exchange oil for food, which is really an indirect way of trading oil for water. Water is big. It is precious. You'd think I'd be more happy about the water I was so decadently dipping myself into when some never have enough to submerge themselves in it at all, and I was grateful for it, because I am an inveterate bath junkie, but the water itself was subpar.My bath was in most other ways delightful, aside from the actual tub being entirely too shallow and short for decent wa
#640: RUBBING ELBOWS WITH THE MUCKY MUCKS
Tonigh... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #640: RUBBING ELBOWS WITH THE MUCKY MUCKSTonight, I get to be an artist. Un artiste, if you will.Over the last few weeks, I had one of my photographs framed and submitted it to a political art auction. I have never shown my work and no one knows me from a hole in the wall, but I decided to take the plunge and put myself out there anyway, thanks to a gentle nudge from Saviabella.Now, I am nervous and wired and really wishing that I could just go home and eat tortilla chips under my comforter, but I can't, because the auction is tonight. TONIGHT AT 6:30. Apparently, the art buyers like to meet the artists, and so I have to go out in public as an artist, which for some reason feels as awkward as going out in drag for the first time.My plan is to wear all black, not that my wardrobe offers me many other options, and play the role of a reclusive mute, because nothing paves the way to success like social ineptitude paired with a lack of verbal communication. I like to think that artis
LEMON JELLY'S "NICE WEATHER FOR DUCKS"
This video... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 LEMON JELLY'S "NICE WEATHER FOR DUCKS"This video
makes me feel hopeful that winter may conclude its despotic grip over us very soon.(found via GlyphJockey)If the url for this site begins with en.bitacle.org, you are witnessing the theft of intellectual property by Bitacle. This post was created and copyrighted by Schmutzie, who has not given consent for this material to be reproduced. Please access the original content at "Milkmoney or Not, Here I Come" and alert the author of the theft of this material. Find out more at Stop bitacle.org.
#635: YOUR FICTION, MY PAIN
Did you know that bl... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #635: YOUR FICTION, MY PAINDid you know that bloggers, people like me and possibly you, are "...living in a world where emotions may be real but everything else is make-believe..."? I know. It's shocking. I had no idea, but this article from cbc.ca discussing Michael Keren's new book, "Blogosphere: The New Political Arena", opened my eyes. I thought that I was entertaining people and even reaching out at times, finding connections with others that I might not have otherwise found, but I know now that I was blind.Keren "...suggests that blogs often have the opposite effect by creating feelings of loneliness for those who aren't lucky enough to reach 'celebrity' status." I mean, wow, what an insight. I knew that I felt sad sometimes, even a little lonely if it happened to be a Friday night and my cats were ignoring me, but I really didn't know that the internet was to blame. It has been my lack of celebrity that has been fanning the flames of my discontent. It wasn't nece
#631: ONE FROM THE MAILBAG AND A PLUG FOR blogTV
... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #631: ONE FROM THE MAILBAG AND A PLUG FOR blogTVWhat I learned today: If you are feeling kind of nauseous, but it's that kind of nauseous that is also kind of like hunger, don't eat a whole snack bag of peanuts and a beef stick. You will most likely prove that you were indeed nauseous and re-experience that snack food again and again. I promise that you won't like it half as much bile-style.Something else I learned today: There is this person named Kim who really knows how to brighten a pukey person's day. She wrote me an e-mail telling me of my awesomeness, and naturally, those are my favourite kinds of e-mails. I like anything that speaks to my awesomeness, really, but this particular confidence-builder stands out. Here is the e-mail in its entirety:My friend Beth at work recently introduced me to the thing of your blog and so now you are my super fun new favorite Canadian. Margaret Atwood can go suck eggs.You're writing is the most satisfying I have come across in ages.
#632: NEXT THING YOU KNOW, IT'LL BE ASKING FOR TH... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #632: NEXT THING YOU KNOW, IT'LL BE ASKING FOR THE CAR KEYSThis site was down for many, many hours over the weekend while I figured out how to transfer it over to my own domain.With the help of the fine folks at mydomain.com, I did.This blog grew all up, it did. *And then, everyone who cared went out to drink beer.The End.* One of the results of this newfound maturity is that I will try to use fewer commas on this site in the future. I only used three four five in this entry. It's a weening process.If the url for this site begins with en.bitacle.org, you are witnessing the theft of intellectual property by Bitacle. This post was created and copyrighted by Schmutzie, who has not given consent for this material to be reproduced. Please access the original content at "Milkmoney or Not, Here I Come" and alert the author of the theft of this material. Find out more at Stop bitacle.org.
#633: MY BRAIN, IT NO WORK, SO LINKS IT BE
Mugge... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #633: MY BRAIN, IT NO WORK, SO LINKS IT BEMuggezifter's weblog revolves entirely around the taking pictures of himself running away from his camera, and not surprisingly, it is called Running From Camera.This already went around a while ago, but it continues to make me very happy:Turning The Pages™ at the British Library online is an incredible interactive resource where you can leaf through old manuscripts and magnify their details.Go watch comedic videos at A Liam Show.Good poetry is "Pliny I & II" by Dan Chiasson over at the Boston Review.Holt Uncensored's "Ten Mistakes Writers Don't See (But Can Easily Fix When They Do)" will make you a better writer. I know that I need to print it out and tape it to the wall next my computer, because, hello, I am habitually adverbial, listy, and comma-heavy. For shame.Join Tino Buntic's 2000 Bloggers project. I did.Drugs And Poisons is a weblog written by a university student who loves drugs a lot. Did you know that the saliva of th
#634: FOR WANT OF A STEPLADDER
Last night at 4:0... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #634: FOR WANT OF A STEPLADDERLast night at 4:00 am while I lied awake watching the dark make baroque patterns in the air in my bedroom, I started thinking about how many things about the Palinode's and my household set-up are haphazard. If you wanted to put a nicer sounding spin on it, you could say that we are laissez-faire when it comes to furniture and home maintenance, but that's only if you think it's laissez-faire to use your portable dishwasher as a stepladder. Who needs a stepladder when you've got a sturdy Kenmore dishwasher on casters to roll from room to room?Also, who needs proper curtains when you've got that piece of Indian cloth with elephants printed all over it that you bought from a crazy bug-eyed man at a street festival who nodded along with you when you joked that you didn't need the piece with the alien heads all over it because you saw aliens all the time anyway. He smelled sour and couldn't focus his eyes out of the middle distance. When he nodded a
#639: NOTHING SOME SLEEP AND SOME SOLID FOOD WON'... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #639: NOTHING SOME SLEEP AND SOME SOLID FOOD WON'T FIXAt my appointment yesterday, the doctor loaded me up with prescriptions like I was a rheumy-eyed eighty-year-old. She doubled the initial very low dose of my anti-depressant, rewrote my prescription for a year of birth control, and put me on antibiotics for my sinusitis/swollen glands issue. Now I can look forward to picking up all my drugs after work and laying down a good 150 bucks. Nice. I hope I get that pharmacist who acts like she's going to crumble into a thousand shards of glass if she doesn't use her library voice and handle the paper bags like they are made of wet tissue. She seems really nice, and her gentleness is both disarming and terribly pleasant after a day of cubicle-sitting.Until then, I am just hanging on by sheer will. I am beleaguered by sleeplessness, battling my body's desire to press my plump cheek into the cool keys on the keyboard and let my face do the typing for a couple of hours.5tfrg678 bnju
#638: I'M SUPPOSED TO HAVE A CHART? WHAT CHART?
... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #638: I'M SUPPOSED TO HAVE A CHART? WHAT CHART?I have an appointment with my doctor today regarding my first two weeks on a low dose of a drug that is supposed to make me less depressed / irritable / insomniac / anxious / existentially angsty. When she handed over the prescription, she also wrote up a rough version of a chart she wanted me to keep that rated things such as mood, concentration, appetite, and the like on a daily basis. I must have looked pretty nasty the day I went to see her, because all the sample ratings she wrote on the chart mock-up were between one and three out of ten. I was hoping that I at least looked like a four or a five.As I expected would happen, I haven't kept a chart. I knew that I probably wouldn't even as she was drawing it up and I was thinking what a good idea it was. As the days in which I was not keeping the chart drew on, I kept believing that I would make one up over lunch in Excel and fudge the days I had missed. I considered getting ou
#645: BECAUSE NOW I AM CROTCHETY AND OLD FOR SOME... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #645: BECAUSE NOW I AM CROTCHETY AND OLD FOR SOME REASONOn Thursday night, I managed to fall asleep without struggling against thoughts about the futility of existence, which was an accomplishment akin to climbing K2 or maintaining the gumption to continue to shave my legs semi-regularly during the warmer months. I slipped into dreams of people having bloody noses of which they were unaware. This is the new common thread in my dreams to replace the orphan koala baby, for which I am thankful, because my dream nipples were becoming too long and sore to continue as we were.So, I was dreaming about this woman and was fascinated by the way the blood pooled along her upper lip rather than run straight down around her mouth. I was really getting into how the light in the room reflected off the outer edge where it bubbled up when I was jolted awake by someone yelling in the street.Yo, negro! You in the red cap!I slowly surfaced into consciousness and could hear shouting, banging, and pack
#644: IT'S A SNAIL'S PACE, BUT FORWARD I GO
I ta... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #644: IT'S A SNAIL'S PACE, BUT FORWARD I GOI take drugs to make myself feel better.I have been on them for three weeks, maybe four.My doctor put me on this really low dose so that I could adjust to them more easily.When she decided that it was time to raise the dosage, she wrote me another prescription.When I went to fill it, the pharmacist told me that she would not fill a prescription for that particular drug before the previous one was finished.As a result, I have been stuck taking this lower dose for an extra two weeks.This means that it is taking far longer than is good for me to find out if this drug even works.This also means that I have had to sit with this anxiety and depression for this much longer.I really wanted to reach across that orange plastic counter and grab the pharmacist's white smock.I wanted to punch her in the throat right where mine feels like it has had a chicken bone stuck in it for three months.Instead, I smiled, thanked her for her time, and told I'd se
#646: MY FIRST STAB AT EYE SHADOW
When I was abo... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #646: MY FIRST STAB AT EYE SHADOW
When I was about five years old, I secretly gathered together a few crayons, the one with the softest wax. They were all in colours that I thought were beautiful, bright and warm and dark. I hid them in an ornately carved wooden box meant for two decks of cards. It was a secret only I knew, and I took them out to feel them every day. I kept the box on top of a hot air vent so that the wax was warm and malleable. They smelled like paper and candles and dry wood.I was saving them for something special, and one Sunday, I knew just what that was. I took my favourite colour from the box and rubbed it along my eyelids. I was going to be beautiful. I was going to glow, and people at the church would be awed by me. They were going to stare at me and wonder. My mother noticed my face as we were leaving and snapped What have you done?!. She took me to the bathroom mirror. Have you seen what you've done to your eyes? You look like you've been beate
BADGES, YOU NEED SOME STINKIN' BADGES
I started t... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 BADGES, YOU NEED SOME STINKIN' BADGESI started the Collection of Spectacles back in May 2006, and it never occurred to me until now that badges might be a good idea. The BloggerChicks linkroll has them, and the Blogging Chicks blogroll has them, and just about every internet club around has them, so I rolled up my sleeves this afternoon, dove into my image editing program, and made a few lo-fi badges for the present and future members and supporters of the Collection of Spectacles. Who knows? Maybe you would like to wear your collectibleness with pride.So, if you are a member or background supporter and would like to help me grow the Collection and increase its traffic, feel free to insert one of the following badges into your sidebar or use one in a post. The whole collection thanks you, I'm sure.I have included the necessary code. Just remember to remove the three asterisks when you install it so that it works in your template or entry.If the url for this site begins with en.b
INTRODUCING THE BOOK 1970-01-01 00:59:59 INTRODUCING THE BOOKIf the url for this site begins with en.bitacle.org, you are witnessing the theft of intellectual property by Bitacle. This post was created and copyrighted by Schmutzie, who has not given consent for this material to be reproduced. Please access the original content at "Milkmoney or Not, Here I Come" and alert the author of the theft of this material. Find out more at Stop bitacle.org.
#643: ROMANCE IS SOMETHING BOUGHT AND PAID FOR
T... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #643: ROMANCE IS SOMETHING BOUGHT AND PAID FORThe Palinode and I went out for supper last night to a local sushi joint. We ordered the Valentine's Day special dinner for two. They served it with a piece of smoked salmon sashimi moulded into the shape of a heart. We completely stuffed ourselves with miso soup, sunomono, sushi rolls, pork-wrapped asparagus rolls, teriyaki beef, steamed cod steaks, and yam tempura. Following that meal of ludicrous proportions, we rolled ourselves over to a local pub for a pint or two before heading home.The Palinode covered the dinner, and I paid for the drinks afterward. That should be normal. We both work, we have our own money, and neither of us holds the proverbial purse strings, but still, there were a few raised eyebrows when I got up from the table to pay for our pints. It is 2007. Marriage need no longer be a contract primarily to create inheritors to continue the man's work or wealth and to ensure that the woman is at least financially
#642: LEARNING MORE EVERY DAY
Things I learned t... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #642: LEARNING MORE EVERY DAYThings I learned this week:Black may be a slimming colour, but it can't be expected to do all the work when the underwear of which it is an aspect is made of thick cotton and is over-sized and bagging around the lower half of your butt, accentuating the dimpled effect at the top of your thighs that has grown in over the last five years. Note to self: it is better to leave the basement unfurnished than to drape it in unflattering stretch cotton.I love fabric softener. I stopped buying it about five years ago, because six months into our marriage, I became certain that the Palinode didn't like it. Do you know who I was confusing him with? Three exes who had sensitive skin. As a result of my confusing the Palinode with three previous lovers, we have been living static- and fur-ridden lives for the last five years.But this isn't about how I am a complete doorknob. This is about my newfound love of fabric softener. We have a fuzzy, electric orange be
READ SEVEN THINGS THAT ARE GOOD, SCHMUTZIE SAYS
W... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 READ SEVEN THINGS THAT ARE GOOD, SCHMUTZIE
SAYSWhile my brain has become slow as bread dough these days, throwing me into a fuzzy grey space in which creativity and the construction of full sentences are mere ideas beyond the real (except for these few, which took me an hour to write), I am still somewhat literate, and I have found a few good things to share. We can all pretend that the show of my good taste through choosing the following posts by other people whose brains are not presently slow as bread dough is somehow an extension of my own skills, which I am sure will re-emerge again with the longer daylight hours and a twist of pharmaceuticals. Enjoy!"Day One! Or, Snatching My Child's Nuts From The Jaws Of Defeat" is a slightly older one from Fussy, but it is not to be missed:But I had a whole month to ignore the problem and so, thinking that it would somehow solve itself -- thinking perhaps that a five-year-old would shrink for my convenience -- I went back to doing whatever i
#641: CATCH AND RELEASE
My mind keeps going back... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #641: CATCH AND RELEASEMy mind keeps
going back to the fall, winter, and spring of 1996-97. That was the year in which my life turned itself every which way but up. The man whom I was deeply and unreasonably in love with put my heart and brain through a juicer. A good number of my friendships ended. I lost the social circle I had relied on for the last few years. I was trying to go to university full time after having been considered unemployable by the state due to psychological issues for the previous three years. I was trying to live on $175 a month. I started dating again, which was good, but the guy I was dating had an anxiety condition and actually thought that I might be poisoning his food. One of my roommates turned out to be a serial date-rapist specializing in virgins who attacked a good friend's close relative. I was chased down in the middle of the night by a man who stood on the corner and laughed while I fumbled with my keys at the door to my house, and I stopp
SLAP ON SOME SPECS AND SHOOT ME A PHOTO
The abov... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 SLAP ON SOME SPECS AND SHOOT ME A PHOTOThe above thumbnails belong to the latest additions to the Collection of Spectacles blogroll, and they are, in order: Dodo from Voodooesque, Vanna from co.inc.ee.dinx, Bossy from I Am Bossy, Reé from This Time Around, and M, as mentioned in Dan's House of Foo.You, yes you, are invited to join this fabulous Collection of Spectacles blogroll. Wear your eyeglasses, sunglasses, faux glasses made out of pipecleaners / styrofoam / plasticine / whathaveyou, take a picture of them on you / your pet /an inanimate object / whatever, and then send it my way with your internet name and your website address. If you don't have a website, there's a section for you, too, so don't be shy. Show me and the rest of the world what you've got!If the url for this site begins with en.bitacle.org, you are witnessing the theft of intellectual property by Bitacle. This post was created and copyrighted by Schmutzie, who has not given consent for this materia
A LEONARD COHEN INTERVIEW ORIGINALLY BROADCAST ON ... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 A LEONARD COHEN
INTERVIEW ORIGINALLY BROADCAST ON "THIS HOUR HAS SEVEN DAYS" IN THE 1960s(found via wood s lot)If the url for this site begins with en.bitacle.org, you are witnessing the theft of intellectual property by Bitacle. This post was created and copyrighted by Schmutzie, who has not given consent for this material to be reproduced. Please access the original content at "Milkmoney or Not, Here I Come" and alert the author of the theft of this material. Find out more at Stop bitacle.org.
#647: THE CAT AND THE CAULK
Oskar, the first cat... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #647: THE CAT AND THE CAULKOskar, the first cat we brought home seventeen months ago, has always had his issues. In the early days, he would dive into hot salsa and cups of coffee, because he was used to scavenging and had never been properly fed. He spends a lot of time trying to be as high off the ground as possible and can be found perched atop a door, crying at the one-inch wide door sill a half-foot up onto which he is hoping to fit himself. He is slowly consuming our bedspread. He is so neurotic about using the litter box that we sometimes have to help the poor guy out by removing him from the situation after he has spent five or ten minutes scratching and scratching and turning around and scratching and mewing at the corners. Loud footsteps terrify him, and if you've made the mistake of wearing hard-soled shoes in the house, he can be found standing in the kitchen with his nose pushed into a corner, taking furtive peripheral looks along the cupboards, waiting for his cert
#648: HOLY CRAP, I LEFT THE APARTMENT
I did it. ... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #648: HOLY CRAP, I LEFT THE APARTMENTI did it. I really did. I got out of bed / off the couch / away from the computer, I showered, I picked up some beer, and I went to a house party. I was a touch intimidated at the prospect, because I had become comfortable with my funk and my sweatpants and my returning chin hair. My fall into filth felt like a heated comforter against the outside world, but I pep-talked myself through the necessary steps to affect public decency and went out into the night. Hoorah.Armed as I was with both several bottles of beer and my trusty Lumix FZ20, I am surprised that as many of my photos came out as they did. While taking the following shot of Mr. Head, Red, and Captain Periwinkle, I had my elbows braced against a windowsill in order to steady myself, but I still managed to make Mr. Head look as though he were disappearing into the ether. I quickly learned to step away from the bottle before hitting the shutter button, and Captain Periwinkle learned t
INK, PINK, I LINK
"52 Proven Stress Reducers" from... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 INK, PINK, I LINK"52 Proven
Stress Reducers" from Texas Woman's University.SuicideGirlX: ex-SuicideGirls speak out."Confessions Of A Non-compliant Patient" by Judi Chamberlin:A famous comedian once said, "I've been rich, and I've been poor, and believe me, rich is better." Well, I've been a good patient, and I've been a bad patient, and believe me, being a good patient helps to get you out of the hospital, but being a bad patient helps to get you back to real life.The first photograph:In the window of his upper-story workroom at his Saint-Loup-de-Varennes country house, Le Gras, he set up a camera obscura, placed within it a polished pewter plate coated with bitumen of Judea (an asphalt derivative of petroleum), and uncapped the lens."Doctors' Moral Views Influence Their Advice To Patients" by E. J. Mundell:...nearly one-third (29 percent) of physicians interviewed said they would balk at referring a patient to another doctor for a procedure or drug they felt qualms about recomm
#649: A HALF-SECRET
I have a secret blog.
Typin... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 #649: A HALF-SECRETI have a secret blog.Typing that sentence made me feel a weird sense of shame, like when I was a kid and nobody would admit they masturbated, and even though I did and knew that everybody else did, too, I just stayed quiet and felt squirmy about it whenever the subject came up.My secret blog stays secret, because it's basically a tool I use to get my creativity on the move. When I am stumped for words, I go there and type stream-of-consciousness style until I feel I'm done, and then, voila, my brain is working again.I have three rules that I stick to when I write there:I have to write continuously, although I am allowed to pause to correct spelling errors.No paragraph breaks are allowed, because once I start organizing the text, I think too much.The text is not open to judgment while the writing of it is taking place.What I end up writing usually looks something akin to this:So, here I am again, trying to free up some brain space again and thinking of fish for so
#651: I'VE STILL GOT IT
I was by the grill in th... 2007-03-02 22:22:00 #651: I'VE STILL GOT ITI was by the grill in the cafeteria waiting for my mozza burger, and everything was all normal like how it usually is when I stand around waiting for a dead thing to be served to me. Actually, because it was a burger made out of ground beef, it was more like a medley of quite a few dead things that I was waiting for, but that's beside the point. I was being very casual and leaning up against the wall while I surveyed the room. I was pretending to be very James Dean about waiting for my meat, minus the cigarette and the cool jacket, when a woman in her twenties took up a waiting position a few feet away from me.She was cute in that I'm-an-artist-and-can't-keep-track-of-my-toque-with-ear-flaps kind of way and had funky glasses sliding down her nose while she fumbled in her pockets. She kept glancing in my direction, but surreptitiously, and so I was doing my best impression of someone who is oblivious to her surroundings. As you have probably guessed, thi
#650: THINGS THAT ARE GOOD TODAY
sushi
new clothe... 2007-03-01 21:24:00 #650: THINGS THAT ARE GOOD TODAYsushinew clothe
s, because I am too lazy to do laundry, and also because my pants are shiny on the bumOskar, the black cat, cleaned out my belly buttonI have replied to most of my e-mails, which is a major feat for one who is so communicationally disinclinedbeercold medication (but not with the aforementioned beer, of course)coffeeI could take five things off this list and just summarize them with "I consume", which would bother me on other days, but right now it is good, because it means that I am into experiencing the world today rather than retreating under my red blanky and allowing myself to be hypnotized by "Law & Order" spin-offspaychequesthick socks that completely fill my shoes for that extra cushiony effectthe sound of people laughing in another roomeach time I inhaled on the way to the bus stop this morning, snowflakes would fly into my mouth and create surprise spots of chill on the roof of my mouth and the back of my throatyouwearing full-co
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