....musclgrrl... missing you, jodi...
So, I haven't been around for awhile. Got hit by a drunk driver on the way to breakfast. Cracked my pelvis, broke a bunch of ribs. Lots of pain meds. I'm having to learn to walk again, which is a challenge to say the least.
I think maybe I should be writing something deep and profound here, but I just don't really have anything. I probably really angry about this but maybe I'm still emotionally in shock. Maybe I'm just grateful to be alive. I don't know, but I really don't think I feel anything right now...
That's a damn shame when folks be throwin away a perfectly good whiteboy like that.
Time for an update, I suppose...
I'd take the time to make a huge list of every band I've ever had any inclination to listen to, here, but I'm lazy. No one bothers to read the whole thing, and my musical tastes change on a regular basis, so here's a list for this week.
Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X
Tom Waits - Real Gone, Bone Machine & Mule Variations
STP - Core & Purple
Bessie Smith & Nina Simone
They Might Be Giants
oh, and fuck Metallica. Lars is a whiny bitch.
To understand recursion, one must first understand recursion
Any 34 year old man who cares what a teenage drama-queen with the sensibilities of, well, a teenage drama-queen thinks of him, needs to seriously re-evaluate himself, his life and just what the hell he's doing.
How long does it take you to jam that stick up your ass in the morning?
I have a rant rattling around the empty hollow of my skull somewhere, cautiously avoiding focus at the edge of the gray squishy material. I think it's about the prudes who spend time here, a fan site about a band whose main focus is songs about sex and how much fun it is, and then whine when someone posts a "provocative" (meaning something you might see at the beach or whatever local waterfront you might have in the vicinity) picture of themselves.
There's more to this, and I'm sure it'll make its way here as soon as the single functioning braincell I time-share with several other voices in my head, finally manages to grab it by the balls (oooh, CBT is fun!) and do something with it, but not now. And any more bitching on my part at this point smacks of hypocrisy, as my only picture to date is an edited image of one of those hairless cats with icky pink bat-wing thingies pasted on.
So, my pics first. Then, more complaining. Fun for everyone!
How do you know you're having fun if there's no one watching you have it?
Yeah, I'm a scumbag. It's why I'm good at what I do.
Today's Word of the Day: "Window-licker"
Before the gods, atop the stone
I lie with you, the two alone
Possessed, perhaps for just one night
We bathe in sweat and candle light
Monuments of embodied passion
I look upon the judgements of right and wrong as the serpentine dance of a dragon, and the rise and fall of belief as traces left by the four seasons.
Pictures of me forthcoming (when i can find and scan them, in other words)