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Dale Velzy

Dale "The Hawk" Velzy died. Velzy is considered one the people that started the whole “surf culture” thing.

Neal Adams Interview

An unabashed interview with Neal Adams on the business of being a comic book artist. And people ask me why I don't do comics anymore...

Desperate Housewife

Ok, so I just took a quiz on line to find out which "Desperate Housewife" I am. Turns out I am Edie, the blonde slut.
What?

Check out which Housewife you are or, if you are a man, (or a lesbian) which Desperate Housewife is right for you.

Eye Of The Beholder

Here is one of my talented husband's paintings.
But is this really how he sees me?

Modest Mouse

My daughter Mary Belle turned me on to Modest Mouse, and now they are one of my favorite bands. Their music is very different in that there isn't much in the way of traditional structure going on. But their lyrics are my favorite. Here is a sample of a great song called "Teeth Like God's Shoeshine" (edited for repeats) that I really relate to. (I know, kind of scary)

From the top of the ocean — Yeah!
To the bottom of the sky — Goddamn!
Well I get claustrophobic
I can, you know that I can; well!

And she said…
"I am not allowed much danger!
Keep in line you're an old friend stranger;
you'll burn me in effigy, and I'll burn you in effigy!"

A rattlesnake up in Buffalo, Montana
he bit the leg of the old sheriff
Ha! That boy fell down on his harelip: Ow! — Ow!

Well I, I might be wrong,
but you, you tag along,
and we, we’ve all been wronged,
and I feel dizzier by the mile
Said hell! The money's spent.
Went to the county line
and paid the rent I said, "Uh-oh!"
I said "Uh-oh!"

Oh! If you could compact your conscience —
Oh! And you might…
Oh! If you could bottle and sell it you might have done —
Oh! And you might…
Oh! If you could compact your conscience —
and sell it; — save it for another time,
you know you might have to use it…

And the televisions on.
Go to the grocery store, buy some new friends,
and find out the beginning, the end, and the best of it.
Well, do you need a lot of what you've got to survive?

Here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine;
he sparkles; shimmers; shines…
Let's all have another Orange Julius —
Thick syrup standin’ in lines.
The malls are the soon-to-be ghost towns,
well so long, farewell, good-bye.

Take 'em all for the long ride!
and you'll go around town
no one wants to be uptight anymore.

You can be ashamed
or be so proud of what you've done
but not no one, not now, not ever or anyone.
Take 'em all for the sense of happiness
that comes from hurting deep down inside.

Or you can add it up and give a shit, give a shit,
go to the family doctor it’s all worth it, all worth it —
All, all wrong, and its all, all gone.

And the telephone goes off.
Pick the receiver up, try to meet ends
and find out the beginning, the end and the best of it

OH MY GODDAMN!!

I Think Too.

The Thinker

I like the way Shawn thinks. True, he can be neurotic as hell sometimes. But aren’t we all? I know for sure that I am. I am one crazy-ass bitch.

"But I ain’t no hollaback girl".
(Does a little dance)

So anyway….Shawn helps me so much in so many ways. His insights and suggestions are invaluable to me. When I find myself in a bad situation, he’s always there for me. Especially when it comes to raising the children. He is a great father.

I guess what I’m trying to say is thanks. Old Titans Rule.

Star Wars Episode III

For working a few extra weekends the last month, the Studio I'm in got rewarded by going to see Revenge of The Sith yesterday.

I enjoyed it. I liked a lot more than the last two films. More story, more action. all the loose ends were tied up. Better acting, less crap going on. Although looking at it from this perspective, Luke really got the shitty end of the foster parent stick.

FYI if you were watching this and hoping that things would turn out differently, that Obi Wan or Padme would convince Anakin to change, that maybe Yoda would beat the Emperor down? You should really play the video game because you can change the history and have Anakin beat Obi Wan on Moustufar. Geek on that for awhile….

Sparkling

This morning I woke up and got ready to go whore myself out to my corporate pimp. That's pretty much what I do every morning. That's how I think it about anyway. It's really pretty negative.

So this morning I took a long hot shower and thought about why I do things like this? The easy answer is that it's for the money. But the money isn't all that great. I'm always broke and owing people money no matter how much I make. It's just the way it is with me I suppose. I really didn’t come up with anything? I guess I'm just a ho'.

I did see Mary lugging a giant pile of clean laundry upstairs this morning. She’s been very domesticated lately. I’ve just been coming home and playing Revenge of The Sith until I pass out. She’s been cleaning the house and doing all the cooking.

At any rate I saw her folding laundry and she looked so beautiful and natural that I went up gave her big old kiss. Like, a boyfriend kiss not the usual I’m-off-to-work-seeya-dollface husbandy kisses. She said my eyes were sparkling. It made me think that despite how arduous and stupid our last few years have been, it’s all worth it for those quite moments just between my wife and me.

Mr. Williams' Wisdom

"There are no 'good' or 'bad' people. Some are a little better or a little worse but all are activated more by misunderstanding than malice. A blindness to what is going on in each other's hearts. Nobody sees anybody truly but all through the flaws of their own egos. That is the way we all see each other in life."

Tennessee Williams

Got Wood?

Today is my 5th wedding anniversary. The traditional gift for this anniversary is wood. Of course Shawn says “I’ve got some wood for you honey”. But I have been racking my brains out trying to figure out a good gift for Shawn. I thought about planting a tree, but I don’t have the money for that. Besides, we only rent this house.

Mary Belle suggested that I go out into the yard and find a stick he can beat me with. Not a bad idea, but it is a little passé. That was more like year 3.

Last night I had a dream that Shawn and I were being held hostage by aliens. The cast from “The Good Woman of Setzuan” were being held as well. But none of them would fight the aliens with me. Only Shawn was brave enough for the battle.

Perhaps that is the meaning of marriage. Having the guts to keep going, even when the odds are against you.

I love you Shawn-Pants. Happy Anniversary.

Star Wars got you stoked?

Geek Squad has you covered in the off chance you want to blow off work to see the final installment of Star Wars.

Hmmm... I vaguely remember a movie about some sort Star Wars in the seventies. I think I saw that? Or maybe I'm thinking of Annie Hall. Oh well, it'll come back to me.

A Mother of a Day

Today is Mother's Day. Right now it's very early in the morning, and my husband and children are still sleeping. I think that I should go upstairs and let them all wake up to the smell of Sunday Breakfast, but then I wonder if I am supposed to cook on Mothers Day.

I don’t really know the rules. My own mother died when I was three years old. When I was a child, this day was simply a slap in the face. In school they used to take me out of the classroom and have me do a different project while all the other kids made Mothers Day cards. The teachers would whisper to each other “Her Mother is dead”. “Oh, so that’s why she is so strange”.

How fortunate my own children are to have me. I know that I will probably never win a “Mother of the Year” award. I don’t take them to soccer practice, and I sure as hell don’t drive an SUV. But I can kiss them goodnight. I can dance with them in the kitchen. I can show them the buds blooming on the trees. And I can cook them one hell of a Sunday morning breakfast.

What do I do with my Hands?

I have taken up sculpting as a way to focus on my contemplations. I think that I like sculpting because you start off mauling the clay and end up caressing and stroking it; asking it nicely to get into position. Sculpture needs me be brutal, enduring and tender in order to exist.
I like that.

05.05.05

According to my co-workers today is one the days that have always been predicted as the end of the world. I explained this to my boss but she said I had to keep working anyway.

I'm not sure what the point of it is, you know, seeing as the world is ending and all.

I did a little research (and when I say “research” I mean a did a half-hearted google search) but couldn't find anything to back it up. However, I did find out that Jesus was expected back in January. If he showed up he hasn't called me yet.

I also found that a good deal of people think/believe these are the “end days” according to the bible and feel the need to explain it ad nauseam online. I’ll just assume that this is some sort of understanding that I'm missing. I've read the bible cover to cover and I can't find anything about it other than; it's going to end, someday, seriously, it is.

More importantly today is in fact some sort of holiday in Mexico that we don’t observe here because as far as most people are concerned it’s not secular enough. Although upper management did cater us in burritos today so we wouldn’t do anything stupid like leave our cubes during lunch.

I spent my time huddled in the basement on December 31st, 1999 worried about Y2K and we’re still living that shit down. But still…
come on tribulations, daddy wants to go home early....

A Bright and Rising Czar

Yesterday I was voted in as the new President of Metropolitan State University’s Theatre Underground Student Organization. This is the second time I have become President. The first time was back in 1999. But it’s a whole new ballgame this time: A much bigger budget, better facilities, and more leeway with the program.

I am dizzy with power. Now, if I can only figure out which axis of evil I want to conquer first…

Innocent Until You Know You Are Guilty.

Maliciousness lives in all of us. What is the catalyst that makes it come to the surface? For some, doing evil things to people is second nature, even when they don’t really get a payoff. Like the woman who put me in a tanning booth for 20 minutes. She knew I was going to be severely burned. Why would she do this to a perfect stranger? What did she get out of it? A sense of power?

Sometimes we are blinded by our own treachery. We want what we want when we want it. The destruction our desire creates is merely fallout. Kind of like a tornado. The tornado doesn’t exist to destroy. It is simply being a tornado. Perhaps we are the ones at fault for putting ourselves in harm’s way by living in an area where tornados occur.

Which is all fine and good if you know where the tornados live. But if you are oblivious, watch out. You can just as easily be blinded by your own innocence.

And what is all this blabbering about? I’m not at liberty to say. I have sworn to protect the innocent. Which automatically assumes that I am not as pure as those who need my protection.