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Friday, December 23rd, 2011
5:55 pm
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Wednesday, June 16th, 2010
5:28 am


Cat: My spirit is being crushed within the machinery of industrial society.

Mouse: Your failing is lack of hard work and diligence.
Saturday, October 10th, 2009
5:29 am
"For one thing that goes wrong...one...one single thing that goes wrong, a hundred things go right. Do you know what I spend my time doing? I sleep two or three hours a night. There's no sex and drugs for [me]. Do you know what I do? I find lost luggage. I locate mandolin strings in the middle of Austin!"
Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008
7:57 pm
Only I would be in the position for having to apologize for an apology.

I wasn't trying to scare anyone or make people worry. I simply felt there were people with good reason to be angry with me to whom I needed to publicly make amends. But I didn't want to have to explain it all and inflame things, or discuss private matters that were no one else's business, so I turned off the comments. And I didn't want to make it cute by adding a movie quote or bathetic by using florid prose, or infuse it with anything that could be read wrong, so I kept it short and to the point.

Leave it to me to create drama by avoiding drama. I guess that's what happens when it's been established I have a pattern for erratic behavior.

So, yes, I'm sorry...again.
6:36 am
I'm sorry.
Wednesday, March 19th, 2008
11:31 pm
Wear a sweater on Thursday - be a good neighbor
In honor of what would have been Mister Rogers' 80th birthday on March 20, Mr. McFeely -- aka David Newell, the public relations director for Family Communications, Inc. (the nonprofit company founded in 1971 by Fred Rogers) -- has a special request.
"We're asking everyone (including members of the media) everywhere (from Pittsburgh to Paris) to wear their favorite sweater on that day," he asks. "It doesn't have to have a zipper down the front like the one Mister Rogers wore on the program, it just has to be special to you."
Sweater Day is part of Pittsburgh's 250th anniversary celebration and the first-ever "Won't You Be My Neighbor?" Days March 15 -- 20.
"We wanted to recognize Fred in a way that would reflect his deep appreciation of what it means to be a caring neighbor," explains FCI's Margy Whitmer.
As a result, "'Won't You Be My Neighbor?" Days was born as a means of promoting neighborliness throughout Fred Rogers' own backyard -- Southwestern Pennsylvania region.
Throughout WYBMND more than 30 organizations have signed up to participate.
For more information about Sweater Day and "Won't You Be My Neighbor?" Days visit http://www.misterrogers.org.
This project supported in part by Pittsburgh 250 Community Connections and The Sprout Fund."


For as much as I and many others enjoyed making jokes about his mellow nature, we are a lesser society in the loss of Mister Rogers. Like Bob Keeshan, he understood the reach and influence of TV, and used it to give a calm and comforting place for children, to tell them they were significant and had a purpose and to look out upon the world with open minds and hearts. There was not an ounce of hypocrisy in him - he walked what he talked, and his prime directive was love.

I don't care if it's 100 degrees Thursday afternoon - I'm wearing my sweater with pride.
Saturday, January 12th, 2008
3:52 am
"You can't stop what's comin'. It ain't all waitin' on you. That's vanity."

Current Mood: guilty
Wednesday, January 9th, 2008
11:35 pm
Those testicles weren't serving any purpose anyway.

Current Mood: crushed
Tuesday, January 2nd, 2007
1:21 pm
Placemats on the heiress
What if Paul Westerberg, instead of writing a song about an underrated singer/songwriter, wrote about an overrated media darling...

If she was from the Valley, would she gag us with a spoon?
If she was from the Hills, wouldn't that be cool?
Standing right on Beverly, would she ever see a sign
That whatever she may think, she's running out of time?

Children by the million look at Paris Hilton when she comes 'round
They sing "I'm in love. Whoa, that's hot.
I'm in love with what she's got."

Financial rape and pillage in a village hers to waste.
Visible girl who behaves with invisible taste.
Spending like a million bucks, exchanging dirty looks face to face.
Smokin' her stash by the trash at Britney's place.

Children by the million look at Paris Hilton when she comes 'round
They sing "BOTTOMS UP. HOUSE OF WAX.
I'm in love with those flix."

I never travel far, without an anorexic Star

Always in the press, half-undressed with no panties on
Falling asleep with some old money paragon.
If she was from riches, would she buy herself a clue?
If she died in poverty, then that'd be cool, babe.
Thursday, August 24th, 2006
1:33 am
Friday, August 18th, 2006
3:12 pm
Okay, you knew it was coming...please pick the best choice for the inevitable porno takeoff of this summer's cult sensation:

punchline A:
SNAKES ON A PLAYMATE

punchline B:
SNAKES ON A POON

punchline C:
SNATCH ON A PLANE

punchline D:
TROUSER SNAKES ON A PLANE
(This one's my favorite - I could see it playing the Tomkat in WeHo.)
Thursday, July 7th, 2005
4:24 pm
It's all about keeping a stiffy in your lips...or a stiff up your lips...something or other
As usual, the liberal media has failed you.

Don't fall for that "new Muslim extremist group" that claimed responsibility for the tube bombing -- it's a decoy.

Yes, the blogging underground has already uncovered the real architect of this act of terrorism, and released his photograph:

Click...if you really want to know...Collapse )
Monday, October 11th, 2004
4:22 am
"Speaking as an enormously unlikeable person, I find it difficult to maintain grudges against all those who want to kill me."

-- James Spader, BOSTON LEGAL

*sigh* My hero.
Monday, May 24th, 2004
3:20 pm
I don't abide bullies. You know who you are. Shame on you.
I will not stand for this
     
Everyone Feels This Pain
Show your support
Monday, March 22nd, 2004
11:53 pm
I am SO smoking a turd in purgatory for this
I saw you at Golgotha back in A.D. 2
Watching the angry mob as they hurled stones at you
You said, "Forgive them, they know not what they do"
(oh-ah-oah)

They took the credit for your death at Calvary
Prewritten in the book of Deuteronomy
And now I know that you fulfilled the prophecy
(oh-ah-oah)
I met your brethren
(oh-ah-oah)
What did you tell them?

Judas killed the rabbinical star
Judas killed the rabbinical star


In my Bible and Qu'ran
With Matthew, Mark, and Luke and John
They made you look like Yahweh's pawn
Put the blame on Mel's Icon

Current Mood: sacreligious
Tuesday, February 24th, 2004
12:44 pm
Blatantly stolen from pauraque and lenablair
If I were this funny, I wouldn't be starving.

Wednesday - THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST is released.

Thursday - The first PASSION OF THE CHRIST fan fiction appears on my friends page.

Friday - potc_fanfic is created. Confusion briefly reigns over the face of the fannish earth, necessitating a name change to the much clearer christ_slash. The day ends with a widely-recced Jesus/Jack Sparrow crossover fic.

Saturday - Backlash. War breaks out between "movie converts" and old-school New Testament slashers who were writing Jesus/Judas before it was cool. Many snarky posts appear reminding us all that The Movie Isn't Canon. So to speak.

Sunday - The fandom rests. Saturday's events are featured on Fandom_Wank, thus ensuring that the flames continue in perpetuity.

Monday - The first non-ironic Jesus/Judas=OTP!! LJ icon appears on my friends page. It uses the Scriptina font.

Tuesday - messiah_sues.

Wednesday - "TPotC? How very passé. I'm writing Marduk/Tiamat now."

Current Mood: my fandom died for your sins.
Thursday, February 19th, 2004
2:07 pm
I miss you Sarah
I got a hold of a tape of MARY JANE'S NOT A VIRGIN ANYMORE before I'd even moved to L.A. It was rough, unpolished, raw, honest, and simple. I knew that this was the harbinger of a future talent, that bigger things were going to come.

A year or so later, I'm living in L.A. I'm trying to revive one of my favorite movies, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE FABULOUS STAINS. Someone tips me off about your article in Grand Royal and your segment for IFC Split Screen. I manage to get your email address and write you. You write me back almost immediately. I call you up. We have an incredible conversation about STAINS and other righteous rock babe movies. I feel like I've met a kindred spirit. The feeling increases when I help Tamara Hernandez tape the director commentary for the DVD of her film MEN CRY BULLETS, and I see your name in the "Thank You" section. I think she even says out loud that you provided valuable help.

Then I lost track of you. Emails never replied. Phone #'s inactive. I'm at a loss as to what's up, but I don't really know who to try to track you down. I figure you're just deep into work; that was your trademark, right? Relentlessly get your 16mm film into one theatre after another, talk to the press, network to get backing for your next project?

I never knew things were so much more difficult.

I hear Roger Ebert shared the secrets of his first time with you after seeing your film. I'm sure he jokingly told you to take that secret to the grave. Looks like you did.

Since you were the embodiment of puck and punk, I think Johnny Rotten gave you the best epitath:

"EVER GET THE FEELING YOU'VE BEEN CHEATED?"

Losing you and the chance to see more of your work? Goddamn right I feel cheated.



Sarah Jacobson - R.I.P. D.I.Y. queen

Current Mood: shocked
Wednesday, January 14th, 2004
9:12 pm
"It's like being in Macy's, trying to discover Macy's" -- Paul Mooney
Here's a little song going out to George W. and his billion dollar space plan:

A rat done bit my sister Nell
With whitey on the moon
Her face and arms began to swell
And whitey's on the moon
I can't pay no doctor bills
And whitey's on the moon
Ten years from now, I'll be payin' still
While whitey's on the moon

You know, the man just upped my rent last night
'Cos whitey's on the moon
No hot water, no toilets, no lights
But whitey's on the moon
I wonder why he's uppin' me
'Cos whitey's on the moon?
Well, I was already givin' him fifty a week
And now whitey's on the moon

Taxes takin' my whole damn check
The junkies make me a nervous wreck
The price of food is goin' up
And as if all that crap wasn't enough

A rat done bit my sister Nell
With whitey on the moon ..
Was all the money I made las' year
for Whitey on the moon?
How come there ain't no money here?
Hmm! Whitey's on the moon

Y'know I just 'bout had my fill
of Whitey on the moon
I think I'll sen' these doctor bills
to Whitey on the moon.

--Gil Scott-Heron


Current Mood: annoyed
Tuesday, January 13th, 2004
1:13 am
Wednesday, December 24th, 2003
10:04 pm
Angels from the realms of glory
Stars shone bright above
Royal david’s city
Was bathed in the light of love

Jesus christ was born today
Jesus christ was born
Jesus christ was born today
Jesus christ was born

Lo, they did rejoice
Fine and pure of voice
And the wrong shall fail
And the right prevail

Jesus christ was born today
Jesus christ was born
Jesus christ was born today
Jesus christ was born
And we’re gonna get born now.
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