random thoughts

i am haunted still by David Sedaris’ uncanny Billie Holiday impression.

have you ever heard of anything being “canny”?

John Legend is sexy, both in voice and body.

awwwww... tee hee

my little kitty-kins has developed a little kitten kol- er, cold. while i feel a little bad for her, being all sneezy and watery-eyed, those tiny kitten sneezes are sooooo adorable!

kaaaatamari damacy-y-y

chu chu chu, chu chu-chu chu chu! chu chu chu, chu chu-chu chu chu!

i am in lurv with the people who made this PS2 game, Katamari Damacy. the music is trippy and fantastic (strange japanese lounge with electro-a cappella elements), the characters are funny and cute, the premise is delightful and disturbing, and the opening - my god the opening - is damn near perfect.

they mix art styles and music styles like everything is one style and get away with it. the theme song is so frackin' catchy i keep singing it to myself, complete with fake japanese accent. the animations and little touches are freaky but so rewarding, so delicious...

i don’t want it to end. too much fun!

i am a mermaid

my hair is yellow and green
and i sing song swim ’midst the sea
’midst the sea
i am a mermaid
my tail is silver and green
and i weep weep weep over me
over me
for i am not what you expect
in your tales and your stories
and i am not what is expected
when i surface by the shore
i am a mermaid
i am a deformity
and i splish splash splish your disgust away from me
away from me
i am no fisherman’s slave
i am not laughing from a cave
wreaking havoc on the ships
or tempting sailors to my lips
i have no pining for your land
to press soft foot upon the sand
i simply live live live ’midst the sea
’midst the sea
and i care not whether you care for me me me
i care not whether you care for me.

just a little strange

i had a dream last night, and it was weird, but pretty. the visuals of the dream were in a style that makes me think of old carnivals and fairy tales, where it’s just a little sepia but there are still other colours...

and there were birds, three ravens, and a giant hawk caught a raven mid-air and began to devour it, and the other two ravens flew away not knowing. they were in some kind of midway or bazaar, and landed behind a tent-booth, and turned into brothers. but their third brother was missing, and so they walked around the booth and saw what fate had fallen him. i was there and not there, strangely first-person, witnessing as a ghost but still interacting at times. and the brothers wept over their lost kin, and i wept, too, as if i were one of them, and though i replayed the scene of the raven being caught and his chest torn open, i tried to console them with the thought that he died quickly, and did not even know what had happened. but this made them even more distraught, and they said “he didn’t even know he was dying; he didn’t even know,” and the scene of the capture and death repeated as they went on. and i felt sad, and not sad, fascinated and disgusted, present in their world and abstractly voyeuristic. but soon the sorrow built up too much, and i woke up to a sunny day and a pleasant autumnal world, the image of a bloodied raven faint in my eyes and a small hard pain lingering in my heart.

Dear Mr. Obama,

i know you don’t know me, and that’s OK. i didn’t write that “Crush on Obama” song, or make a cool logo for you, or anything. truth is, i think you’re alright, and that’s about as good as it gets coming from me to any politician. sure, i wanted you to win, a little, but admittedly it’s because you’re really charismatic, and i hella sure would rather watch you for four years than Mr. McCain. but if McCain had made it in the primaries eight years ago, you know, i mighta voted for him. he’s pretty good peeps. well, he was, though lately i think he’s had some issues with his personal ideals vs. party ideals & wanting to win, but that’s another discussion.

anyway, i think it’s pretty cool that our country really came together this time. you were a historic candidate and are now a historic president-elect, based on your ethnic background. for the first time in several years, it doesn’t feel like the other countries are laughing at us. and you won by a margin that could really be considered a mandate, unlike what was called a mandate a few years back. so, you know, congrats.

i know you’ve noticed things ain’t going so swell lately. oh sure, they could be worse, a helluva lot worse. but as Americans, we demand our Apple Pie grow ... and lately, the slices are getting scarcer, and we have a definite ice cream and Cool Whip shortage. you’ve got a lot riding on you for the next four years. so i’d like to ask one thing: Please. Don’t. Fuck. This. Up.

belated halloween successes

well, my favourite holiday is come and gone, and this one was a good one, with all the stuff i like to do.

first things first, the pumpkins:

the unsuspecting victims. we chose these two out of a whole patchful. it was raining & cold. we had a long discussion about it. yes, we’re that ridiculous.


Pants displays his schematic for his pumpkin face.


and here are the finished gourds. i prefer to work free-form and let the pumpkin tell me what it’s going to be.

and the long-debated costume!

missing the sunglasses, but here’s my $20 Sarah Connor (circa T2) costume.


the toy of the original. i know, it’s like, impossible to tell us apart, besides the hair, right? ;)


don’t worry, that’s not a real cat! that’s just Skarzipan dressed up like a cat! i am, however, actually going to shoot her. haha, just kidding! it’s a toy gun.