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This is coming out much more self-pitying than I had intended.

Congratulations to the cast and crew of Thorneloe Theatre's second semester production, Tartuffe.

I didn't get in. Jenny, Steph, Liz, and Jay didn't get in either. I'm not sure what we're going to do with our evenings now! Maybe we can start our own theatre company....

On another topic I'm still waiting to hear about a pivitol job I may or may not be getting. I really hope I do. It would solve so many problems.

On yet another topic, OSAP takes their first slice of my pie tomorrow. I'm really anxious because if the payment doesn't come out I think it counts as me defaulting on my loan, which would shred my credit and then pee on it unceremoniously. I have more than enough of the ridiculous amount they want from me monthly, but I can't help but worry. Sleep may not come easy tonight.

Here are some pretty pictures of ice that Steph took:

I've got a much uglier word for it sir. "Misappropriation."

Stolen from Angelo

A - Age: Twenty-3.

B - Band listening to right now: Bob Dylan & Joan Baez.

C - Career: Highly sucessful writer.

D - Drink or smoke: Drinking is better because you don't get lung cancer

E - Easiest person/s to talk to: Jenny

F - Favorite song/s at the moment: "The Sprout and the Bean" - Joanna Newsom, "Faded From the Winter" - Iron & Wine, "Short Stacks" - The Ditty Bops

G - Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms: (Da) Bears.

J - Junk foods you like: ....

L - Longest car ride ever: Driving 17 hours to Chicago last summer sems pretty ripe.

M - My favorite Sport/s: I had a good time curling the other day.

N - Number of relationships you've had: Four or so.

O - One wish you have: I could stand to win the lottery. Or get a job in a pediatrician's office (keep your fingers crossed!)

P - Phobias: Snakes that are out in the open. I have no problem with pictures, stuffed replicas, or ones behind glass, but I will lose my fucking mind if there is one loose in the room.

Q - Favorite Quote:

"So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing."

R - Reason to smile: Nora. She's upside down dreaming right now.

S- Song: Between the Bars - Metric acoustic cover

T- Time you woke up: 12:30 pm.

U - Unknown fact about you: I'm (as of a few days ago) the only member of my immediate family who is not married or engaged.

V - Vegetable/fruit you hate: Tomatoes and I don't really get along.

W - Worst habit: I pick at the skin around my fingernails, but it's kind of satisfying, so screw you for judging me!

X - X-rays you've had: Teeth.

Y- Yummy food/s: Pizza. Cheese Pizza.

Z- Zodiac sign: Aquarius, the water-bearer.

Flu germs fuelled this post.

This is me saying "Hi world. Not feeling too shit hot today." Plus everyone else seems to be able to post pictures of themselves and have it be no big deal. I'm sick today. I get to have the night off from work. I plan on sleeping a lot and possibly watching a movie.

This is a multi-pat post. Here is the first:

My dear friend (and lurker) Alison McLaren's little sister (although "little" is just a figure of speech. That girl is TALL) emailed me out of the blue and asked if I would write her a monologue about (of all things) opposable thumbs. So here's what I sent her:

Holding onto the bottom of sandwiches. And doorknobs. The round kind. But those can be replaced. Y'know, with the handle kind, or the bar kind. That kind you wouldn't need to use them. Thumbs, that is. Holding onto the bottom of sandwiches is the only conceivable use for thumbs. I hear all the time about how amazing it is that humans have evolved to have opposable thumbs, but when you really think about it, I mean sit right down in your livingroom and think about it, you'll find that we don't use our thumbs very often. If you're being honest with yourself, I think you'll find I'm right. "The human thumb is fully opposable to the tips of the other fingers in that it may position itself, and be folded inward, toward the rest of the hand and fingers, if so required." IF SO REQUIRED. And that's from the dictionary. So you can take that to the bank or wherever you go. I personally try to use my thumbs as little as possible. It's not because I can't, so don't get me wrong and let me stop your train of thinking right there. I know, I know you'll say that comment came right out of nowhere and that I had no reason to assume you were thinking I wasn't thumb-capable. Well, you're wrong. I get that a lot from the pro-thumbers. They're really reactionary. I think they feel threatened that someone is FINALLY telling people the truth! And the truth is, of course, that in a world without thumbs, only the deli business would suffer. You know, because of the sandwiches.

I hope she gets an "A" and recommends me to all her friends.

Part Two:

These kids are pretty good. In fact, this is the most competent cover of a song that has no business being covered in the first place that I've heard so far! Look at how little the bass player is!



I'm not sure, but I think he says "heck" instead of "hell."

Part 3:

Kayla Turpin and I hosted Luke's Radio show last even' to wild sucess. Kayla "surched" the CKLU library for songs/CD's/singers named Luke and came across "Uncle Luke." His CD is entitled "Somethng Nasty." We played the song "Roll Wit Luke." It was.... well, we're just lucky that Luke didn't race to the studio and perform ritual sacrifice on us. I was going to say "castrate" but I don't think it's possible to castrate girls. Is it? I don't know. Either way, it seems that Uncle Luke is in fact Luther Campbell formally of 2 Live Crew, also known as Luke Skyywalker (once parodied on SNL by Chris Rock: "But man, I don't HAVE any talent! Man, tell 'em." Sting (as Billy Idol): "Yeah, it's true. He sucks.") Uncle Luke sure is confident.



But then we played a song by this man by way of apology.



Part 4:

This is a reaction to the below post of Joanna Newsom's "The Sprout and the Bean."

Angelo says:
this is just to say that i love joanna newsom

Andrew - "When I get cold I'll throw a nightmare on the fire and roll wit' Luke" says:
Have you heard her new album?

Angelo says:
i have!

Andrew - "When I get cold I'll throw a nightmare on the fire and roll wit' Luke" says:
I just bought it yesterday!

Angelo says:
Emily plays in my head throughout the head

Angelo says:
...

Angelo says:


Angelo says:
day

Angelo says:
throughout the day!

Angelo says:
oh boy

Angelo says:
this is as bad as when i said "salami" instead of "somali"

Which brings us to the lyric of the moment:

and the little white dove
made with love, made with love:
made with glue, and a glove, and some pliers

from "Sawdust and Diamonds" by Joanna Newsom

Should we go outside?

I KNEW they were in cahoots!!

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Happy Bjorkth Day!

I'm 41 years old today, but I still look like I'm 20-something! Here's me dancing unaffectedly!



It's musique!

Hi! (atus)

Hello.

I need a break. I don't really have anything to say, and it shows. I mean, just look at the post below! In addition, I find myself hunched over in my chair, which is bad for posture and somehow makes me feel weighed down. So I won't be back for about a week, maybe two. I mean really not back! I'm going to try to not even visit. Call it an exercise in self-control.

In the meantime, feel free to do that thing where you ask questions or make photo requests, and in a week or so I'll totally comply (if there are any).

Good night, and good luck.

p.s. I'm thankful for the friends made through this place (or at least in concurrence) so I'll try to see you in person soon.

"Catman"

Feelin' woozy...

Office Space Redux

The guy who plays Milton in "Office Space" is named Stephen Root (no relation). He also plays a blind DJ in "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" a movie I recently saw for the first time with my folks. My mom was delighted that there was an actor whose last name was "Root" and asked me to point him out to her. When he came on screen and I said "That's Stephen Root," she pulled a face and said "That fat ugly guy? Geez, I got all worked up for nothing!"

My mom's a character.

Three paragraphs

Walking home from work tonight I passed a campaign office and had the urge to burst in the door and shout "What can I do to get Courtemanche elected?!" just to see what they'd do. Although now I'm picturing the door being locked and me smashing into it in my enthusiasm.

Also, I had a dream this morning in which Kayla Turpin kept insisting that I help her blow-dry her hair. So eventually I did and it turned all white in the back. She tried to put it in a pony tail to hide the white parts, but everyone could see ("everyone" being whoever else magically floated in and out of this dreamscape), and we all tried awkwardly to assure her that it looked kind of cool. The dream Kayla Turpin fumed like no one has fumed before. So much so that the fumes dyed her hair black again. Then I woke up.

Tonight's plan: Tea.