Allow me to speak gibberish

Potato. Kind. And. Door. Legato. So, I took the job at Figaro's, the big AM. What this means is, I get to wear a hand-me-down shirt, tell people what to do and deal with cranky customers. So, basically, nothing has changed.

The first opening song to Bleach is AAAAHHHH!!!!!!!! sooooooooo cool.

I have to leave the family festivities early to go feed my bosses dogs. Stupid dogs. But I agreed to do it. I just didn't think it through. At least they’re letting me use their extra car so I don’t have to walk there and back twice a day. (Edit: I no longer have to do this , yeah!!!)

Went to a Reliant K/ MXPX concert at the Crystal Ballroom in Portland. Learned what moshing is the hard way. I’m still kind of sore. Really, I’ve concluded, it’s an extreme sport. Imagine the conditions of the most crowded bus ever, minus the seats, add heat, humidity, loud noises and strobe lights and it’s practically Vietnam. I may never get the sweat of those hundreds of people off me. Heh.

Yeah! SO excited about Thanksgiving this year. I miss my family :) And it looks as though my uncle has goen all out in preparation. 27 lb. turkey! Will it fit in the oven? Might just have to roast it over an open fire...

Crazy Mary

So, before my computer crashed I’d written up a whole story about this college professor who’s in Japan with some students and fellow faculty. Nothing much happens. She eats some noodles at night, visits her parent’s grave marker, has a good cry, plays pachinko.

But through no fault of mine my computer winked out of existence and had to be REFORMATTED, which means I lost absolutely everything.

Once again the page is white, the sketch book is empty, the film is blank, and the clay is lumpy and unfolded. Blasted beginnings drive me crazy. Telling you what I listen to when I write would only be pointless and I care even less than you do. I listen to whatever intrudes the least, preferably with people who mumbles their words incoherently or don’t speak English; better yet when there aren’t any words. Right now I’m listening to Pearl Jam.

How about this time around, since I can’t think of anything to write anyway, I’ll journal like a mad woman. On Wednesday I start a real grown-up job tomorrow, so I have to be as irresponsible and lazy as I can mange and still recover in one nights sleep. I’m not one for the usual vices so seven pots of tea and eighteen hours of anime will probably be the sin of the year.

THOUGHTS ON:

On anime: Once again I’ve fallen for a show with the cliché inclusion of Mr. emotionally disconnected yet tall dark and handsome, Ms. cute, little and lethal, blood sucking mega monsters and the ever incompetent legal authorities. I MUST find help for this. It’s ever so much worse than reality TV or true crime drama. No, I take that back. Reality TV is the scummy floor that’s holding up the bottom of the television barrel.

On books: I’m reading one!

On TV. Never again.

On movies. The setting and creatures in Naussica: Valley of the Wind are quite reminiscent of Super Metroid for SNES. I finally sat myself down and watched My Best Friend’s Wedding. I was not amused. What gives with all the hype?

On important things: ……………Forgot to check the mail today.

Bowie. I was going to write ‘On Bowie’ but then I had these funny thoughts of him being crushed by a beluga and decided for a different format. He’s looking a little “husky” these days, which is a good sign. It means he’s really stopped smoking and is taking it easy. At 58 he deserves a break no?