Friday, April 20, 2007

GRINDHOUSE BABY

Just...see it. GO! STOP READING THIS! GOOOOOOO SEE GRINDHOUSE! NOWWW! DOOOITIIITITIT

Monday, April 16, 2007

CHEWABLE!

I just saw an ad about for chewable birth control. Chewable. Mint flavoured. Birth control. If you need chewable birth control, you are too young to be having the sex.
Take a Flintstone vitamin, and take your profile off myspace. Because you are 10.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

A Sad day for books

Kurt Vonnegut died today. He was amazing and everything I ever wanted to be in my dotage. He was brave, and funny and courageous and smart and the world is a worse place for his loss. Here is my pathetic attempt at a tribute.
This is a blog. Blogs are for people to write things that they think are interesting and hope their friends like them more. Blogs don't make people like you.
RIP Kurt.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Weird.

So, my old job doesn't exist anymore and everyone who had the job got fired. And it is wigging me out.
I am obsessed with the notion that every major, and even the minor, decision affects the outcome of ones life. So, if we hadn't moved to the New Nation and the New Job, I would be unemployed and my Heart would be (presumably) trying to support us on part time hardware store money.
Another yay for our decision.
And a shout out to Andrew, the bitchiest boss to get me loaded. Love ya hon...you were a shitty boss, but I love you and you taught me a lot.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Another fallen comrade in Frenchforarms

You were black. You were usually too high for public. You were a little imperfect with tendencies for peripheral vision.
But you are gone. Farewell little friend.
A shiny prize for the first correct guess as to what is gone.

OLDNESS

So, this is my blog. I get to say whatever I want. I am, officially, old tomorrow. Well, not old, old, but, older than I was. Which, I reckon, is true of every day but your last. At any rate...I have very carefully calculated my life so that with about 3 or 4 exceptions, all of the most important people in my life are older than me. But the downside is that I never get to complain about being old.
To be honest, I really don't feel older, but that is largely because I have always felt old. I know that one must mature and change over the course of time and perhaps I have, but I honestly *feel* like I am pretty well the same as I was 10 years ago. So, I dunno.
I do have a strong sense that there is so much I wanted to have done by this point in my life that I have yet to do, but as the Spamlottians say "I am not dead yet". There was an excellent episode of Mad About You
Wherein they show a montage of Paul's birthdays, including his annual birthday walk, which he takes in Central Park, to think over the past year of his life. And had always taken alone, until the year Jamie was in his life...it was sweet and funny and romantic and I always think of it this time of year. I always liked the idea of doing that, The Birthday Walk, but I spent enough time in self reflection, so I never did it.
But, all in all, last year,in terms of my own development and life, wasn't half bad. I moved to another country, which doesn't happen all that often; I managed to orchestrate, god, three moves, or maybe four; my hair is longer and different colours; I've lost weight (and gained some, but the loss was greater); I've started exercising quasi-regularly; I launched a new blog that will guarantee me infamy (http://shellswickpresents.blogspot.com/), if not fame and fortune...there is bad stuff too, of course, but that seems to matter less. Maybe that is a benefit of aging, the bad stuff seems less catastrophic for the most part.
I welcome you, my 28th birthday and the year it holds. Bring it on.

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