For those of you not *necessarily* in the holiday spirit... here's a little ditty from my new favorite band (Wolfmother).
Happy holidays.
By Jason? About New Play Development?
Go do that. Then give me more holiday food*. Then tell me why I give a shit about these people's parties, because for some daffy reason I do.
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*Note: Okay, Holidays, I was joking. Stop feeding me.
Just for giggles...
Google the string "overwritten, pretentious, pointless twaddle".
That is MINE, bitches. I OWN that shit.
I'm far enough away from it now that can safely and giddily bask in its glow. At the time however I was none too amused.
I wonder if it's masochistic to get off on that. Maybe it's some desperate attempt to reclaim control by convincing myself I approve of negative criticism. Or maybe it's that secret comfort one gets when one finds out she's been caught in a con, like "YES, FINALLY, someone called me out for being a sham."
At any rate, it is OUT THERE. Branded on the cybersphere forever. And I can't do diddly about it.
Occupational hazzard, I suppose...
At least Wikipedia loves me.
...of you lunatics moved to this effing city (ie: NYC) because you grew up watching Fame and you thought skinny kids in headbands and tights just spilled out of buildings and turned Midtown into a big horny disco every time some hammy drunkard stuck a speaker on the roof of his cab?
Answer: ME, mother fuckers. I want my money back.
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For X-mas, please PLEASE get me this.
Reasons I should have it:
- I need something I can pet that won't shed.
- I can't kill it, despite my best efforts.
- It will love me no matter how obnoxious or self-absorbed I am.
- I don't have to cook for it.
- My neighbors will think I have a horse in my apartment. (This should really be number one.)
- I deserve it.
- It will distract me from my internet addiction.
- It won't stink up the living room.
- It will keep the baby conversation at bay for at least another year.
- If and when I get bored with it, I have a terrific imagination and will use it to provide hours of R-rated entertainment for my friends.
- I can't kill it, despite my best efforts.
Read more about it here. But please consult other folks before you purchase, because we don't have room for more than one.
THANK YOU!!
Riding my bike on Dean Street last night:
BEEEEEEEEEP!
ME: Why are you beeping? I'm in the bike lane!
ITALIAN WOMAN IN CAR WITH KIDS IN THE BACK SEAT: Why don't you shut the fuck up you ugly bitch!
ME: "Ugly bitch?" Real mature.
ITALIAN WOMAN: Nice fucking pants!
SCREEEEEECH.
Aunque me vida este de sombras llena
No necessito amar, no necessito
Yo comprendo que amar es una pena
Y que una pena de amor es infinito
Y no necessito amar - tengo vergüenza
De volver a querer lo que he querido
Toda repeticion es una ofensa
Y toda suspresion es un olvido
Desdeñosa, semejante a los dioses
Yo seguiré luchando por mi suerte
Sin escuchar las espantadas voces
De los evenendados por la muerte
No necessito amar - absurdo fuera
Repetiré el sermon de la montaña
Por eso he de lleva hasta que muera
Todo el odio inmortal que me acompaña...
--From La Llorona by Lhasa de Sela
... is that my performance abilities are akin to that of Lucille Cataldo... meaning, a pleasant voice, a not-disasterous stage presence, and songs that are kind of kookie. In other words, something that people will You Tube in twenty years and laud for being "outsider art." (And honestly, don't we all have that secret fear, in some hue or other?)
If you know me and have seen me perform, please don't be one of those friends who is scared to tell his/her pal that her act sucks. Just tell me. But privately, in a safe dark place, after buying me two whiskeys and telling me I'm pretty.
