I asked my mom what I should write in my blog and she had no suggestions at all. What a bitch.
I'm doing laundry for free at my parent's home in Yreka tonight. No-Cal representing up in this home.
McCain won in South Carolina. As if I give a fuck. He does have quite a neck on him though. I want him to jiggle his neck flaps softly on my eyelashes like butterfly kisses. I think that would make up for all the "torture" he "endured."
Garfield was on the daily show tonight. He hates Mondays but he loves lasagna. Cats are funny.
I watched Sweeney Todd last night. eh.
It was nice that they didn't cut away from the throat slashings and showed them, quite realistically, full on and over and over again. I liked that part. I liked individual scenes very much but was unimpressed by the movie as a whole.
Today my mother and my father and I watched Zodiac on a DVD format. I actually kind of liked it. It was interesting. I read the book about it that came out in the 90s and so a lot of it was stuff I had read about a long time ago but it was still need to see anyway. Jake Gyllenhaal was pretty good in it. And I always like Mark Ruffalo. Like, LIKE him, like him. And Morton Downy Sr. was funny.
I've recently gotten very much into cheese. It's gonna change my fucking life.
As an Afterthought
For some reason Marigold just sent me this email:
Mandy "Pants" Murphy takes ferocity to a whole new level. At 5' 2" tall, Mandy "Pants" Murphy is a maelstrom of raw aggression and the epitome of the female gladiator. Equally balanced in speed and strength Hell hath no fury like, Pants. Period. Mandy "Pants" Murphy weighs in at 478 pounds.
I'm assuming she watched American Gladiators tonight. I have to admit I used to enjoy this show when it was on in the 80s and 90s. In fact, for some reason I have some snapshots of the television screen with American Gladiators playing on it from around 1989 or so. I was very young and so knew not what I did. I can't stand the new show but it does take me back to the days when I was young. I'm not a kid anymore but some days I sit and wish I was a kid again. That is from a song from around the same period. Can't touch this. I think that was also around that time.
A Second Afterthought
My mother and I were watching t.v. just now and a phone commercial was on and I wasn't paying attention but suddenly my mother was muttering, "I don't even know what that means and I don't think I want to know." And I asked "What?" And she said "Widening your circle... for free." And I laughed and laughed.
January 21, 2008
I have to say something. It's been like three days.
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I'm glad you're back to 'normal' subject matter . . .
All that bra stuff, that was kinda weird, cos you don't think about it, then someone (you) starts describing a bra putting on method that reminds me of how MY MUM PUTS ON A BRA. That knowledge was buried deep in the vaults of my brain and was never supposed to re-surface.
thanks for that!
*shudders uncontrollably*
That e-mail was actually from Steve using my e-mail account. But I stood over his shoulder and approved it. I was looking up the gladiator "Fury" to see if she used to be a man.
And you can widen your circle by doing perineal massage. I would recommend it, as I didn't do it last time and ended up with a third degree tear.
This is a much, MUCH better example of a third degree tear.
Yeah... Bras are like talking about my period. Which I will do next time. Your mom had a period too Frank. She bled all over the place.
Speaking of Frank's Mom, I bet she was really great in the sack too. With Frank's Dad. And his weener. Ha Ha Ha!
Marigold, thanks for the graphic info. I'll never ever have a child.
As if any man would plant his seed in your belly, anyway. Not at 478 pounds. Puh-lease.
Bras and periods are like the most normal thing in the world to talk about. The menfolk are just jealous because they don't have a clue.
If it was a 4th degree tear, Marigold, you almost would have pooped out that kid.
I liked Zodiac a lot, too. It was one of those movies where I couldn't recall a whole lot of what exactly happened in it after it was done, but I just loved the feel and design and acting of it.
I read David Fincher went stocked all those desks in the newspaper office with authentic era-appropriate SF Chronicle notepads and pencils.
Widening your circle is never free. Never.
Thanks. No really, thanks
Ain't no parabola high enough
Ain't no triangle low enough
Ain't no circle wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe
Mandy...why haven't you been posting on Mick's blog? Did he break your heart, too? He sure broke mine, that sneaky rat. I just snitched on him to Mr. Bronstein. Maybe he won't be breaking girls hearts anymore after meeting up with a badassbitch like me. Are you a member of the badasbitch club too? I hate predators, don't you? Where's sob these days?
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