Indie's Inanities

Thank-you!!! The pleasure was is all ours, yours and mine. Hope it put a smile on your face.. By the way you have some incredible talent with you writings and poetry. ;)
 
Thank you! ^_^


In other news, and as a last minute post for my Wednesday:

If ever there was a comic strip that parodied my life...

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Interesting article I read today...

Stop Them Before They Joke Again
Why does everyone try to be funny these days?
By Peter Hyman

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The white-collar temple IBM is usually not a source of pop-cultural memes. But this reputation may be receding, thanks to a trio of comedic videos topping the charts on YouTube. Shot in the mock-doc style of The Office, these parodies of internal training videos feature a group of sales executives as they pump themselves up with canned corporate wisdom and hawk million-dollar servers by cold-calling random names from the phone book. In other words, they make fun of IBM at its stodgy core. And while Steve Carell's job is probably safe, what is interesting about these shorts is that they were made by IBM using actual company executives, not paid actors or comedians.

Whatever one's opinion about the content of these videos—making mainframe servers funny is a challenge, no matter how much comedic coaching you buy—this scenario raises some interesting questions. Must everybody try to be funny these days? Are we now compelled, as a culture, to be comical, no matter the setting or the endeavor? And if so, what on earth gave rise to this troubling idea?

One possible culprit may be corporate America itself, where being funny is now seen as a valuable asset. Fortune 500 companies dole out big fees to comedy consultants who offer humor seminars and improv workshops—all in the name of improved productivity. But how exactly are funnier employees better for business? According to Tim Washer, a former improv performer who is now a communications executive at IBM, funniness helps foster team-building and, of course, learning how to "think outside the box." Never mind that, as Washer suggests, being funny can't really be taught. "Humor is binary," he says. "You're either funny or you're not." Still, thanks to coaches like Washer, when Joe BlackBerry leaves the office after a day of training, he goes out into the world armed with a PowerPoint primer on comedic timing and the notion that he's funny. And, at some point, he's going to try to prove this to you.

Another possible contributor is television and the fact that we mimic what we watch. There is more comedy being broadcast today than ever before, thanks to the full flowering of the Seinfeld effect (everyday existence is funny) and the comedic explosion inspired by the show. An endless array of cable offerings now besiege the populace daily with comedy in the form of hackneyed sitcoms (both rerun and original content), predictable stand-up routines, and clichéd cultural commentators in love with decades of the late 20th century. "So what?" you might say. "People are experiencing more comedy. It beats a kick in the teeth." But just as reality television blurs the line between entertainment and actual life, this avalanche of televised humor may be giving the viewing public the misguided idea that comedy is easy.

The comedic personalities garnering the most airtime tend to be regular folks (Who doesn't love Raymond? Or Kevin James from King of Queens?) speaking in a universal language of baseline observations ("Men and women often have different approaches to situations, especially when they are married!") about the most pedestrian aspects of life ("Hey, I fight with my spouse about the laundry/kids/in-laws as well … my world must be equally hilarious"), which makes comedy seem like an endeavor that the Everyman should undertake. The end result? The guy standing next to you in line at Starbucks sounds like a nondescript sitcom actor that even your TiVo can't stand.

A related cause could be the contemporary avoidance of sincerity. Vanity Fair editor Graydon Carter's post-9/11 declaration pronouncing the death of irony is, five years later, the misstatement of the millennium. From sneakers to cell-phone ring-tones to rain on your wedding day, everything is ironic. Or, more accurately, everything is sarcastic, the less-literary stepcousin of irony. Unlike irony, sarcasm can be printed on a T-shirt or written into every tenth line of an ESPN newscast with the generic (and easily aped) voice of mocking detachment that is so prevalent today.

What is the upside of being funny? Well, apart from getting noticed, it's safer to hide behind the mask of humor, especially in a culture skeptical of intellectualism. Andrew Stott, an English professor whose academic treatise Comedy explored the philosophy of humor, sees it like this: "Being funny is a means of avoiding scrutiny. It's a deeply concealing activity that invites attention while simultaneously failing to offer any detailed account of oneself. The reason humor is so popular today is that it provides the comfort of intimacy without the horror of actually being intimate." Thus, schlock-jock Opie & Anthony clones rule drive-time America while truth-tellers like Bill Hicks linger in relative obscurity.

This is not to say that avoiding honest discourse via humor is always a bad thing. When David Letterman came forth with his pitch-perfect Midwestern droll in early 1980s, the voice was a refreshing change from the Johnny Carson boy-that-President-Carter-is-indecisive school of joke-telling. But the Letterman tone has grown so prevalent that the comedic effect has long since been lost, leaving only the grating noise of a million imitators, all sounding like a tired Top Ten list.

If you've ever been at a party where some guy trying to tap a keg chimes in with a quip about how "it's all ball bearings nowadays" (a line stolen from the most over-referenced film of all time), then you have had firsthand experience with this crisis. Still, up until a few years ago, these situations were relegated to the realm of the interpersonal, which one could limit by sitting at home in the dark and avoiding all human contact. But this luxury no longer exists. For, as the IBM example illustrates, we are now mired in an era of instant mass self-expression. And, for all of the democracy the Internet engenders, it is possible to have too much vox populi, especially when the populi seem intent on using such tired punch lines and hacky premises.

The only solution is for some of us to voluntarily retire from the humor game. Let me be the first to forge a new reality by pledging never to try to be funny again. I can only hope that the executives at IBM read this and follow suit, if they're not already busy filming a sitcom pilot for Fox on some back lot in Studio City.
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Speaking of Bill Hicks...

"People say "Iraq had the fourth largest army in the world". Yeah, maybe, but you know what, after the first 3 largest armies, there's a REAL big fucking drop-off. The Hare Krishnas are the 5th largest army in the world, and they've already got all our airports."

He said that once.
 
rain

greydown my hand
would passthrough
settles in, onto the space
it might fill;

it descends, pressing itself amillion
times
onto any beneaths.

eroding.

it's distillate presence
bledthrough earth,
and what the earth

is holding.

i will sink you:
its aerial submarine roar.

as it, too, is sinking.

it
invades you,
swarms
on you, marching
over your skin.

it
grumbles,
lowblown
drums inside your head;

it will illuminate
its own enveloping, its s-

mother.

you lay cradled in sunken submission.

a soothe, the primitive
deepdark defined
of overwhelming.
 
the only reply to the above statement From me is if it were not for the laughter in me the world is a bizaar place. If I let my laughter go and turn into the solid straight lined person the world around me gets to be a scary place and when I play in scary land like I have done so in the past people beg for the laughter again.

Can you see what I heard!??!

Corperate ladder land tring to be funny is like sticking a whoopie cushion under a person with a weak heart. you decide.

anyways enough of the down troden attitude time to go out side and play.

The rain poem is something of well THE TRUTH!??! You got a talent little lady!!

M I out
 
:lol: MI, you crack me up.

In other news...

I have no other news.







Wait, I lied. I'm going to see Jackass 2 after work today, and I can't TELL you how excited I am about it.

Also, my crush on Sydia has expanded by 300%. I did the math.



Okay, so I didn't really do that math, that's just a guesstimate. I don't think it can expand, actually.











There are cartoon pencils on my desktop here at work. Because someone submitted them for the monthly wallpaper contest. Which was instigated to conform all Imaging Department desktops in a spirit of Professionalism.



I am the only employee to be doubled over in pain at the irony of this.



People in groups are morons. All of them. Especially when it comes to voting for desktop wallpaper.



I hate you, coworkers. I. HATE. YOU.




It's still raining. I am in a good mood.













Fine, there was news after all. Don't ask me why I spaced this post like this. I think I did it to make it seem like there's more than there actually is, like when you eat a row and a half of oreos and then spread the remaining oreos out through the box in attempt to dupe your poor, overworked father when he gets home from his day job and wants to watch Everybody Loves Raymond reruns with some cookies.






Not that I've ever done that. Allegedly.













IGEdit: Tab THIS, you damn italics!! *face punch*
 
So, OPA got mad at me because I told him I hated Morrissey. Then he said that I only listened to bands that no one knows about because it makes me feel cool and I only like them because no one knows about them. I told him to go to hell and hung up on him.

I mean, you can treat me like crap all you want, that's fine...but ooooooh...start dissin' mah music, and busta you betta watch yo' back.

So, I have decided to compile a list of my very favorite genuine, bone fide, amazing songs (in no particular order). Songs that I love because they kick ass, are beautiful, and they move me. NOT because they're by bands no one's heard of...

1. Consequence by The Notwist
2. One With The Freaks by The Notwist
3. Cold, Cold Water by Mirah
4. Come In Out Of The Rain by Engineers
5. The Gymnast, High Above the Ground by the Decemberists
6. Shiny by The Decemberists
7. Squeaky Fingers by Ted Leo & The Pharmacists
8. Grace by Jeff Buckley
9. Just Like A Woman (a Bob Dylan cover) by Jeff Buckley
10.One That Got Away by The Anomoanon
11.Return of the Spooky Driver by Andy Votel
12. Threathawk by Innaway
13. Distortions by Clinic
14. In Love with a View by Mojave 3
15. April 1st/Gardenhead by Neutral Milk Hotel
16. April 8 by Neutral Milk Hotel
17. Someone Is Waiting by Neutral Milk Hotel
18. Song Against Sex by Neutral Milk Hotel
19. American Trilogy by The Delgados
20. Spectacle by Anna Oxygen
21. More Yellow Birds by Sparklehorse
22. Sea of Teeth by Sparklehorse
23.King of Nails by Sparklehorse
23.5. Piano Fire by Sparklehorse
24. Fashionably Uninvited by Mellowdrone
25. Swingset Chain by Loquat
26. Jacques Lamure by Of Montreal
27. Farewell Transmission by Songs:Ohia
28. Tigress by Songs:Ohia
29. Body Burned Away by Songs:Ohia
29.5. Captain Badass by Songs:Ohia
30. Shallow World by Justin Clayton
31. Collide by Justin Clayton
32. As You Are by Travis
33. Song In The Key of Chance by Augie March
34. Far From Grace by Doves
35. Darker by Doves
36. Central Reservation by Beth Orton
37. I Wanna Be Adored by The Stone Roses
38. Dial: Revenge by Mogwai
39. Hunted By A Freak by Mogwai
40. My Horoscope Said This Would Be A Bad Year by Beulah
41. Common People by Pulp
42. Disco 2000 by Pulp
43. I Spy by Pulp
44. Take The Bench by Sloan
45. The Fear by Travis
46. Leslie Anne Levine by The Decemberists
47. Down Now by The French Kicks
48. Man Is Not A Bird by Broadcast
49. Quincy Punk Episode by Spoon
50. Lafitte Don't Fail Me Now by Spoon
51. Jeane, if You're Ever in Portland by Casiotone for the Painfully Alone
52. The World May Never Know by Dr. Dog


This list will be added to periodically. I've done 1-52 just so I could post this for my break. I'll be adding to the list throughout the remainder of the workday.

Someday I will be nice and hunt down these all on mp3 for you to actually listen to. Or, if you're bored and need some good music, email me and I'll send you a random awesome song. Because I'm cool like that.


Perhaps there will be more to report later,

IG




IGEdit: Tabs again! I'll not have this insolence!
 
M I would like to share here. If not will take out if asked (or told) to.

Out To Lunch
We wonder round the halls of Time.
we first start splashing.
We then start dreaming and thinking.
Then go on to life's decision making.
Somehow we all seem to balance ourselves out.
It's when we tell ourselves "I can't!"
That is when we have left ourselfs hanging.
For those soles who struggle back up;
and find noone, just start splashing,
Someone's bound to hear and come looking.
If not do as i do.
Start dreaming and thinking;
Then Go Exploring..
And remember this bit of advise.
Quit pulling on that rope;
you will never know whats behind the curtain.
Or at the end of that rope.
when you wander down the hall of time;
re-adjusting your scarve or tie.
 
IndieGirl:
Or, if you're bored and need some good music, email me and I'll send you a random awesome song. Because I'm cool like that.
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It's true, she is.

OPA got mad because you dissed the Pope of Mope? Tssk. Although he (whisper it) perhaps does have a point, I've not hear of any bands on your list beyond The 'rists, NMH, Jeffo, The Roses, Doves, Pulp, Travis, Beth or Mogwai (although when I type them out it deosn't seem that bad, admittedly). Probably because as up on today's music whereas I'm still stuck about 30 years in the past, only just realising that there have been some good tunes this century.

Btw, MI, nice job, you should start one of them there "blogs" of your own.
 
53. Hard to Find by American Analog Set
54. A Man Like Me by Beulah
55. there is some x such that x loves by Del Rey
56. Relative Ways by
57. Such Great Heights by The Postal Service
58. Brand New Colony by The Postal Service
59. Suddenly Everything Has Changed by The Flaming Lips
60. Could Be Anything by The Eames Era
61. Slipping Through The Sensors by The Fruitbats
62. Mount Eerie by The Microphones
63. Return To Sender by Mojave 3
64. Testament To Youth In Verse by The New Pornographers
65. It's Only Divine Right by The New Pornographers
66 Ballad of a Comeback Kid by The New Pornographers
68. My Slow Descent Into Alcoholism by The New Pornographers
69. Fake Headlines by The New Pornographers
70. Mass Romantic by The New Pornographers
71. The Light Before We Land by The Delgados
72. Woke From Dreaming by The Delgados
73. Coming In From The Cold by The Delgados
74. (Pretty much the entire Hate album by The Delgados is brilliant, and you should own it.)
 
Thanks for sharing the poem, MI! Feel free to share any more you have in here. This is a poet-friendly blog.

And yeah, I'm usually listening to classic rock of some sort or other, but I purposely left out the "classics" for the sake of...proving that I can like obscure bands for their music and not their obscurity.... :pinch:



In other news, I just got this email from my sister:

BUENOS DIAS!!

JOU HAV YUST RECEIVD A MEHICAN BIRUS!!!!!

SINS WE NOT SO TECHNOLOYICLY ADBANSED IN MEHICO, DIS
IS A MANUEL BIRUS.

PLEAS DELETE ALL THE FILES ON JOR HAR DRIV JORSELF AN
SEN DIS E-MAIL TO
EBRYONE JOU NO.

TANK JOU POR YELPING ME.

JULIO MANUEL JOSE RODRIGUEZ GARCIA
MEHICAN  HAQUER
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They are coming to colorado and was wondering in your oppinion if it would be worth it? I saw them on pbs the other night and was amazed how much they sounded like the original? If you would please give me your thoughts on this group.

I have seen the originals at mile High stadium during the Pulse tour (and 3 other times)and almost got in trouble for showing my appreciation (with gold sparklers) but still had spot light hit us. There was 7 of us in a row who had sparklers going at the same time.
 
75. F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E. by Pulp
76. Monday Morning by Pulp
77. In Metal by Low
78. Sleepwalking by Modest Mouse
79. Oh, Inverted World by The Shins
80. Sphagnum Esplanade by The Shins
81. Pressed in a Book by The Shins
82. New Slang by The Shins
83. The Past and Pending by The Shins
84. Young Pilgrims by The Shins
85. Pink Bullets by The Shins
86. Stars All Seem to Weep by Beth Orton
87. Blood Red River by Beth Orton
88. The Weeping Song by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
89. The Ship Song by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
90. Into My Arms by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
91 Believing Is Art by Spoon
92. The Fitted Shirt by Spoon
93. Anything You Want by Spoon
94. This Book is A Movie by Spoon
95. Hawk by Broadcast
96. Whore by Low
96.5. Like A Forest by Low
97. Queen of Pain by Alkaline Trio
98. Relative Ways by And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead
99. Please by The Apples In Stereo
100. Anywhere Anyone by Dntel


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mental imagination:
They are coming to colorado and was wondering in your oppinion if it would be worth it? I saw them on pbs the other night and was amazed how much they sounded like the original? If you would please give me your thoughts on this group.

I have seen the originals at mile High stadium during the Pulse tour (and 3 other times)and almost got in trouble for showing my appreciation (with gold sparklers) but still had spot light hit us. There was 7 of us in a row who had sparklers going at the same time.
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It was AWESOME. I'd fork out twice as much to see them again. They had a bunch of Floyd's original light crew do the light show for it, and they had the original pig inflatable. It was, seriously, one of the best concerts I'd ever seen. Period.
 
Bela's newgrass feel is a bit too disjointed to me, but I've listened to my share of the Flecktones. :P


If you want a cool newgrass-style song (we're talking t'wang to the nth degree, hypertwang, hardcore twang, which is the only way I take my country-style music) check out that mp3 download link for "Threathawk" by Innaway. If you ever wondered if there was such a thing as kickass harmonica, you won't anymore. It's an awesome intro and an awesome song.
 
And so the end begins.

Today, in our training meeting at work, they confiscated the use of work email for anything other than work purposes. (The NERVE!) No, seriously, now that they've shot our morale in the kneecaps AND the jugular, all I can do is resort to listening to REALLY LOUD OBNOXIOUS MUSIC ON MY BIGASS HEADPHONES SO ALL THE PEOPLE AROUND ME HAVE TO LISTEN TO IT AS WELL!

Then they'll just say we can't listen to music either. Now, let me tell you a little secret. IG can't function when set to moderate a single task. I am, by nature, a multi-tasker, especially when it comes to having to do something I care nothing about. For example: the Mexican border crossing records from 1903 that I'm scanning today. If I don't have something else to do, like email people, or draw or write poetry in Notepad, then I will fall asleep staring at this damn screen for five hours a day. And then I'll miss ALL the images that I'm supposed to be monitoring instead of keeping tabs on them all out of the corner of my eye.

I mean, really. and then they wonder why the turnover rate for part-timers is so high. It's because if you're a part-time employee the environment is excruciatingly painful to work in, the fulltimers can IM and email and do whatever they want...

It makes me want to throw rocks and burn things.

No more email? Gee, mister! That's swell.

At least we get free counselling services, I can go whine to someone an hour a week on company money and tell them how much I hate my job, but can't leave until I get a new one. Which isn't going too well at the moment.

[deep angry voice]Damn the Utah job market! You damn dirty job market! Damn it all to hell![/deep angry voice]

BUGGER! I just used up 11 minutes of my 15 minutes break time to bitch about how corporate america is killing my soul, man. It's killing my soul.


Miserably,
IG



IGEdit: verb tenses. I'll give YOU tense! <_<
 
messing around with lyrics...


tinge

pretentious, she is
paranoid of impending.

one face sorts out
another face confusion.

one face sports
another.

she is fascinated by mirrortalk.

looks that say
this one wishes she
weren't alone.

eyecaught,
he disengages some
moral equity.

aircaught her words tremble.

tigress alert,
a nearly-tasted community of fates.

in the morning: gone,
or at least

together.
 
Above words of imagination that ring within our ears reaps joy of togetherness in all of our minds heart of colorful joy and sadness combined weakly termed as life
 
^ posted that drunk. I'd wager. :P

And thanks for that comment, MI. It reminds me of a poem I wrote...oh...almost three years ago, about life. If I can unearth it in the 1 and 0s of the interweb, I'll post it here.

in a questioning

unquestion-ness

to walk in symphonies

of moment by moment,

where every seasoned

echo inside retraces

jigsaw footsteps passed.
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Yeah...it's not as good as I remember it. I rarely go back to my old pieces, they seem so sad and pathetic and poorly written to me now. :pinch:
 
NEWS FLASH! IG sends awesome emails...

Okay, fine, I admit it. I have ulterior motives for making out other than just making you feel better. But I try not to seem like a creepy e-stalker, and therefore I avoid things via email that seem to be...blatant pick-up lines. Something like that, yeah. And I would have MENTIONED your dashing good looks, if I'd actually SEEN them. So don't be gettin' all indignation station on me when the fact that I didn't say I'm totally crushing on you is - in part - largely your fault. LOL. So there.

And yes, I did just say "indignation station." No, I don't know why. And, no, I don't associate with anyone else who talks like that. I made it up right there and then. On the spot! It's so much more fun to say than something dumb and boring like "defensive." I think you should start saying it too. Then we'd be even cooler than we already are. If that's even humanly possible.

See, I'm just here to help people learn vicariously. Don't go for the trashy girls. They're always over-rated and usually taste funny. No, you don't get to hear the story behind that. At least, not today. I'm glad that I can be helpful and supportive. It's a position that I prefer to be in, and if I could make money on it, I'd probably do it as a job. Maybe I'll be a psychologist or something. Everyone's always telling me how empathic... (empathetic? I think "empathetic" should be a word. It means "I relate to people AND it's sad." Ha! I'm hilarious. How do you people function around how funny I am?! -=wink=- ) ...I am, and I think I might actually be pretty dang good at it. Unless I have to listen to creepy guys tell me about weird sex dreams, in which case, I'd be REALLY good at it - I mean, quit. ^_^

Stick with the nerd hotties. You have a wealth of things about you that they'd find desirable, and you'll be happier with one of thems in the long run. Just make sure she's awesome and has like, the Star Wars Empire insignia as a tattoo. Or a Ninja Turtle (preferrably Donatello) on her hip so that you can see his face peeking over the top of her jeans. If I ever decide to get a tat, that's what I'd get... at the very least a Pink Floyd prism between my shoulderblades. Anyway, yes. Nerd hotties. I don't see you having any trouble making them totally fall for you. As long as you like them back, then go f'rit.

Let's see...what's next on the list -=scrolls down=- Ah, yes. ***** and *** are one and the same. And it's all good. I think we're actually getting along rather well. It's like, he turned the whole thing into one big lie, and I realize that I hate the fact that he's a liar, but he can be a good friend, even if he's a sucky bf and a rampant womanizer, so things are...fine. Dandy, even.

I love that Lily Allen song. Points for you.

******** sounds like the too-good-to-be-true type. I mean, I'M starting to like her, and I'm a GIRL! And I don't mean that in a weird way. I just mean that (me being empathetic again) if I were a guy, she'd drive me crazy. And I feel for ya, man. I totally do. Your infatuation with her reminds me of how I am with my friend Steve. If he asked me to marry him in the next five minutes, I'd say yes without even skipping a beat. He writes music review articles for a bunch of online magazines for a living, he's an amazing musician. He draws. He's a film nut. He's a game-a-holic. He's hilarious, tall, dark, stunningly handsome, and he's like my best friend. The only problem is, well, he's one of the guys I've known since I was 9, and I'm like his sister. I'm his emotional wife. I'm his one-woman support group. He comes to me with all his girlfriend problems and complains that they're not more like me. But we've never dated. He is the light and frustration of my frickin' life.

Here's the plan. My dad has ties with the Russian mafia. I'll see what we can do by way of a hitman for the barman/lawyertype this ******** chick is wastin' time with that would be better spent being with you. Then you can play the pillar of strength and consolation. And then you guys can name your first kid after me. Good plan? Good plan.

"a guy will cut off his best mates wang if he thinks it'll give him more of a chance with a hottie, and any guy that says different is trying to get into your pants, or has never had a chance wth a hottie before."

Hah! I am fascinated with your way of thinking, and would like to subscribe to your newsletter. It's true though, I do give them too much credit. Mostly because I've been relating my interactions with the guys lately to my two girl friends (the two who I actually count as friends - I dunno, I just don't get along with girls all that well, they're stupid and confusing and weird) and they've SO COMPLETELY overanalyzed every little tenet of what happens when I'm hanging with my boys that me thinking they're trying not to tread on each other's toes when it comes to me is the simplest, most rational of the reasons Andrea and Jodie have thrown my way. Seriously, the female mind must function solely on probabilities, because it sure as hell never funtions on logic. Unless you're me, of course. But I'm exceptional, so that's to be expected. ^_^

I always wanted to be a zoology major when I was a kid. And then I wanted to be a marine biologist, then a editorial columnist, then a National Geographic photojournalist, and now I just want to be a hermit poet and publish books through the mail for a living. And have a monkey. And a huge salt-water aquarium/pool in my basement that I can play with my sea otters in. Because I'm going to have pet sea otters when I grow up if it KILLS me. I always thought it would be awesome to study primates and such. Jane Goodall was one of my heroes growing up. I think I'll add you to my list of heroes as well, for enlightening me about capuchin pidgeon-ensnarement methodology. That's fascinating, that is. It reminds me of all those NOVA documentaries I'd watch as a kid. My favorite TV is documentaries like National Geographic stuff and the Discovery Channel. Always has been. ANYWAY, let's move on before I share even more irrelevant personal information. LOL.

Did you ever see that Penny Arcade strip about Kingdom Hearts 2? The one with Winnie the Pooh? I'll have to hunt that down on my break and send the link to you. You'll giggle. It made me laugh.

I'll definitely look into that Wii thing for ya. I'd definitely be up for helping you score one. (Not in THAT way. Hah. Innuendo.) I'll do some research and let you know what I find out. Because I'm so cool like that.

The things you've said about ******* make me want to punch her in the teeth. She reminds me a lot of an ex-boyfriend's current girlfriend. There seem to be a lot more girls like them than I realized. The kind who totally expect you to be there for them and do everything to support and love them, and then when you ask them for the smallest bit of understanding, they explode at you or act like you've asked them to trade their right arm in for a "Red vs. Blue" DVD. I just don't understand that.

It makes sense that you don't want her suddenly out of your life. In relationships like that, it's hard to just put them away. Because you've invested so much of *yourself* into them that getting rid of them makes it feel like it was all just such a waste. And that's so hard to do. That's what my problem's always been...like, I can't just never see a jerk bf again because it means that all the time and agony and emotions and words and everything is just...gone. And those holes are the ones that no one wants in the fabric of their failures and successes. So then you try to be friends, and friends - for me - always often just makes it weird and you end up hating each other more. Except for the times when you can still be friends, and by being friends you see them in a different light than you did when you were together, and you realize things about them that you'd never realized and finally one day you understand that they aren't just that empty relationship-failure hole, because the relationship wasn't a failure - it was just a thing that you tried and didn't quite like and now you know why. And the hole gets filled up and smoothed over and THEN you can move on.

"Finally there is clarity. And there is purpose after all, but every night ends the same as I'm collapsing once more by your side. Finally there is clarity. This tiny life is making sense. And every drop numbs the both of us, but I alone am staggering."

...It's crazy that you mentioned DeathCab, because I've been listening to them all day, and reading your email made me feel all TwilightZone-ish, because I totally understand what you mean about how beautiful their songs are, and how what they sing isn't sad just to be sad, it's the kind of sad that's necessary to understand just how good being happy is. It's a sad that looks forward, and reminisces on previous experience with sweetness, but never just sits and dwells on itself. I've been listening to their album "The Photo Album" which is probably my favorite of all of theirs, and I had to share those "Debate Exposes Doubt" lyrics with you, since they fit so well to what we were talking about in the previous paragraph AND they're DeathCab lyrics, which is...cosmic in the way it all intermeshes. AND because it's a gorgeous song, and I love it. So... yes. Which album of theirs have YOU been listening to?

I think that'd kick ass to be able to Mario Kart with you online. That'd be so much fun! I should totally get a Wii. If I get another job soon, then I might even have the money to do it. I really just need to get a computer of my own, though. But then I'd be a PC gamer, and probably not a very good one, since it's been so long, and PC gamers are ruthless. Especially when they find out you're a girl. >_<

Yay music! I love the songs you sent. They're awesome. Almost as awesome as you. And congrats on knowing what a plebicite was. I remember it because of the word "plebian." and ... ... ... I dunno what I was going to say there. My brain just stalled.

Heh. ... ... ... <-- those ellipses make me think of the King of All Cosmos from Katamari Damacy. ... ... ..."The sky is not pretty at all... ... ...It's rough and masculine... ... ...Possibly sweaty."  That game is only good for playing when you're high or sleep-deprived and up really *really* late with friends. Then it's SUPER FUNNY.

Speaking of super funny, we're scanning Mexican Border Crossing records of immigrants from 1903 at work today. On all the cards, there's a line that says "Distinguishing characteristics:" I just saw a card for a woman named Cecilia. Guess what her distinguishing characteristic is? It says: "Looks like a man."

I'm still laughing about it.


Rock the house,
Chelicious

P.S. Sorry it's so FREAKING LONG! I do what I can to keep myself entertained at work, and I figured you'd like to join in. Apparently emailing you keeps me entertained. And I like that. It's a good thing.
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:lol:


Those guys...

*IndieGirl shakes head knowingly.


In other news, IG has to build her pinewood derby car tonight. Tiger stripes may or may not be involved. Currently it's just the block of wood. I'm thinking I'll just paint it to look like Han Solo in his carbonite, because that would be the freakin' coolest thing ever. According to me. For the next five minutes.



And I've finally written something decent that I feel like sharing:

custodian

we've peered
through each other's
windows.

candlelit matching.
the same

trinkets of
self-absolution

adorn both mantlepieces.
the kitchens stewing

meals
for one -

not us.

we cook for people
who aren't home.
we interact through
invisibility -

wonder why
nothing pauses, looks
back,
focuses on us.

us: the benevolent

presence,
nightbreaths,
but not anything

they can cling to.
our relationships:

janitorial.

we maintain,
upkeep,
locking doors as

we leave in grey hours so

morning can find
us
asleep, behind other

walls.


Currently Reading: "The Talking Horse & The Sad Girl & The Village Under The Sea" by Mark Haddon. And "Running With Scissors" by Augusten Borroughs. For the third time.
Currently Listening To: Hate by The Delgados. The Photo Album by DeathCab for Cutie. Simple Things by Zero 7.
Last Movie Seen: Last Kiss. It was like Garden State for 30-somethings. I'll see it again when it goes to the dollar theater. The soundtrack was pretty decent.
 
I'm not. :jack:

It's a church activity, all us unmarried single adults are having a pinewood derby. :winner: :duh:

Somehow, this might get us to all marry each other and make lots of Mormon babies. :eyeroll:


I didn't have time to carve mine, like I predicted, so I cut it in half lengthwise and did what I said I was going to. I'm racing a very tiny, frozen Han Solo.



Also, I almost got fired yesterday for emailing people other than fellow employees. If I hadn't started crying, I think Tony really would have kicked me to the curb. It's not MY fault he likes blondes. And pretends like emailing is the big company problem, when really it's inefficient management, and smoothing appearances over problems instead of actually dealing with them. This company wangs.

I'm looking for a new job. In Portland. Hopefully.
 
M I applauds IndieGirl for her brave actions of Independent dreaming (thinking<that word sux)


Don't Mind OPA He seems to be direct with his thoughts and words. He is a funny individual to SS with. (SlingSpam)
 
Who said I like you?!

That's givin' yourself waaaaaay too much credit, buster. <_<



The Ramones were geniuses. (Geniusii?)

Anway, I love them.



But then again, I also love the Beastie Boys right now. So you'll have to do some math there.





Nothing else to report. Go see The Departed. Right now.




I miss Sydia. :cry:
 
I see...

OPA STILL POSTING CRAP IN MY BLOG! Like it's his right to taint everything with his random opinion.

:P Don't post in here unless you have something pertient to say.

Pleeeease. *IndieGirl bats eyelashes.
 
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