I need to give up coffee.
And bad moods.
Why is my first instinct to put put cute things in my mouth? Not eat. Just put in my mouth.
I’m always amazed at how many primal urges we still have as humans.
Of course, I may be highly unevolved.
(Thanks to everyone who sent this in!)
Agreed.
“I am a real ham. I love an audience. I work better with an audience. I am dead, in fact, without one.”
-Lucille Ball (photo by Philippe Halsman, via pbs.org)
Wall Street Journal Interviews Cormac McCarthy
Love it!
Great interview. My favorite excerpt:
WSJ: How does that ticking clock affect your work? Does it make you want to write more shorter pieces, or to cap things with a large, all-encompassing work?
CM: I’m not interested in writing short stories. Anything that doesn’t take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.
The guy who wrote The Road has a sense of humor after all. I also like this:
WSJ: Is the God that you grew up with in church every Sunday the same God that the man in “The Road” questions and curses?
CM: It may be. I have a great sympathy for the spiritual view of life, and I think that it’s meaningful. But am I a spiritual person? I would like to be. Not that I am thinking about some afterlife that I want to go to, but just in terms of being a better person. I have friends at the Institute. They’re just really bright guys who do really difficult work solving difficult problems, who say, “It’s really more important to be good than it is to be smart.” And I agree it is more important to be good than it is to be smart. That is all I can offer you.
(via Kottke)
Date # 6: The Inquisitor
This guy asked me some questions via email, no big deal. That’s all normal stuff. Didn’t seem terribly interesting, but nice. I figured why not?
I met him at Café Select in Soho. I wasn’t really looking forward to it, and was nervous when I arrived. Stood outside for a minute, looked in and spotted him.
On with the Prosecco.
He asked many questions. Many questions. At first I didn’t notice, until I realized I was tired of talking. So I started asking him questions, to which I received short answers. Then he’d distract me with more questions.
I was on my second glass and easily distracted.
Two people came in, and I could hear them asking the adorable young bartender if maybe we could move down, which I immediately did.
I had thought we were getting dinner, but now I suspect he was trying to get me drunk.
He ordered his third drink, and I declined mine.
The bartender insisted upon topping me off. Which was filling my glass entirely, since it was empty.
I‘m not one to reject free booze.
I don’t know if the bartender was rewarding me for moving down, because he wanted to finish off the bottle, or Dude paid him off. Maybe he felt bad for me, as by this point I was huddled in a corner, cowering and frightened, expecting Dude to blast me with a fire hose if I didn’t answer his endless barrage of questions.
“How old is your nephew?”
“What do you do when he’s in town?”
“What kind of comic books does he read?”
“How much do they cost?”
That’s the one that reeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaally sent me over the edge.
Seriously? You’re asking me how much fucking comic books cost? Dear sweet Lord.
I ended the date by telling him about Date # 4. I am a jerk.
Perhaps this tipped him off that someone would be looking for my carcass if I went missing.
Still, he was a very nice psychopath, but I was all out of energy, so I walked him to his building. I am a gentlewoman, after all.
“ The young knight loved his uncle and wanted to protect him from the mold of the little evil which is disappointed meanness of small men who dress their poverty and nakedness in cynicism. ”
The Acts of King Arthur and His Noble Knights, John Steinbeck
Date 1: The Recovering Heroin Addict
The place he had suggested was shut down by the Health Department, so we ended up at Beauty Bar. Upon entrance, I know I didn’t hide my disappointment. He had a very large head and a tiny body. He honestly looked like the little person on that episode of the Golden Girls. You know, the one Rose got dumped by for not being Jewish.
But still. I regained my composure and headed over. I had a glass of red wine. Don’t remember what he had, though I ordered him another. We chatted. There was clearly nothing there. He made me more nervous as the night wore on. His hands shook like nothing I’d seen outside of the nursing home I worked at in my teens. He had 2 cigarettes in the course of an hour.
I’m pretty sure his profile said non-smoking.
I already have this ‘limited filter’ situation going on, but I decided to let loose the crazy. I emotionally vomited all over him. Nothing says “baggage” bolder than a tale of daddy issues culminating in a lack of sympathy for terminal prostate cancer, as well as my disdain for addictive personalities. (This is what brought up his heroin addiction.)
Another fact not listed on his profile.
We had previously discussed via email how it goes down if we don’t like each other. (This was my first date after all.) He told me we just don’t email each other again. And it’s pretty clear when there’s no connection.
Knowing all this, he excused himself from our date because he had to ‘get his papers in order for his accountant the next morning.’
Because junkies tend to be meticulous about their taxes.
Not to be over sensitive...
This makes me glad that I don’t follow many people. I don’t even want to know what this is in reference to. All I know is, this guy’s pretty cool in my book.
But if you post anything of a defenseless animal getting hurt I’m going to tell you to fuck right off! There is NO EXCUSE for that bullshit! I don’t care if you don’t like cats or dogs. You can hate them for all I care, but when harm is intentionally done to animals like that it infuriates me to no end! Seriously. Even if you don’t agree with it, DON’T POST THAT SHIT. I have to see that shit on my dashboard. It’s a quick way to get unfollowed.
It’s CRUEL and UNNECESSARY. If you EVER harm an animal in front of me like that, god help me, I will develop a mother’s strength of incredible proportions and go wild on your ass. I will not let up until you feel the immense pain that poor animal did.
Fuck, people. Seriously!
I’m in a terrible mood now.
And when I got home, there was cheese!
Yesterday as I was walking, an older man in front of me fell. He had clearly hurt his arm. I was afraid he’d broken it, so I ran over and helped him up. He was a big guy, and I’m not.
Meanwhile, some other dude totally just passed by us.
It took a great deal to effort to not call the passer-by an asshole for not lending a hand.
I try to make sure I keep my karma as even as possible. If I do something nice, I have to do something crappy to keep the balance. Otherwise, the universe implodes.
Aaaaagghhhhh! In a perfect universe!!!
Yes. I like Donnie Darko and Daria. Had to.
Yes. I’m aware Donnie Darko is a bit…lame. But I like that movie, dammit! What was up with that director’s cut though? Blech.
raheelio432:jennyeatworld:kkpurry:patronsaint:ciccone-youth:
sooooo much win.
LOL! i was just about to comment the exact same thing!
Daria Darko
