Odds and Ends. Bods and Rear Ends.

I felt like writing all day today. Unfortunately I don't have a specific topic in mind. Sometimes I think of things to write about and then I even think them out-loud in a writerly sort of form. And then I get to thinking about it later and I don' t like the idea at all. Like I thought about writing something about how smart I am that would be funny and self depricating and illustrate how stupid smart women can be. But then I thought that was a little too sort of vain or something and I would probably mess it up and make myself sound like a total ass. Of course, this is a blog which is a completely self centered endeavor and not very many people even read it so I should feel perfectly comfortable writing about whatever the hell I feel like but then that just seems like a waste of time if I'm not even happy with what I end up spitting out. And furthermore, it isn't like I edit what I've written so if I start out writing something that I think is a waste of time and stupid I usually end up just deleting it or posting it without a 2nd thought. So there's that to consider.

This is probably a really old picture of my aunt I found by googling Laurie Jones. My aunt has a blog now. My aunt toony baloony. That isn't her real name. Her real name is Laurie and I suppose a lot of people call her that. But I don't. I've always called her Tuney. I don't know the whole story behind the name but since my aunt isn't really sure what she should write about in her blog I suggest that she write about that name and where it came from and what it means to her now that she is a 50 year old woman with a stupid nick name like Tuney. It might be an interesting blog entry. Names are interesting stories usually. Sort of. Some of them at least. Not mine, really. I told her I would put up a link to her site on my page and so if I have done that you would probably see it on the right-hand side of your screen. I think my sister should make a blog. It would probably just end up a baby blog but babies are okay so that wouldn't be too bad.

I've been listening to The Decemberists again. Obsessively. I bought a new stereo. I had the same stereo since I was a junior in high school. I got it for christmas that year 1994 so it is over 10 years old. Crazy. It still works just fine but I mean, christ, who has the same cheap stereo for forever? Me. So I got a fancy 5 cd changer thing that plays mp3's so I can listen to the discs that just sent me with 8million albums on them without using the cd's that I burned from them. But whenever I listen to said discs I get stuck on the Decemberists and just listen to the same songs over and over again because they are so awsome. If I made movies I would make movies of their songs. If I could draw I would draw pictures of their songs. If I took pictures I would dress dogs and cats up in costumes and take pictures of them acting out their songs. They are just great story kind of songs. I love story songs. And songs about boats and pirates and sailors and stuff. And I'm beginning to like ships more and more. Mostly because of my stupid crazy brother who has big gold and brass plates with ships embossed on them covering the walls of our living room. They come in various shapes and sizes much like pizza sizes you see up on the wall when you go to order pizza. From personal to extra large. I found this picture on the world wide web as an example. Imagine 20 of these all over your walls in varying shapes and sizes. Actually, just varying sizes. All circles.
There are also several ship pictures and other ship/nautical paraphanalia in almost ever inch of the house. If it isn't one of my nephews toys and it is in our house, chances are it has a ship on it. But they are pretty neat to look at.