Featured Artist: Pulp

The War of American Insubordination day

Going to see Bjork's Docu-concert film tonight, Voltaic.
Having stuffed myself with sliders(mini-cheese burgers) and coke (beverage) all afternoon
it'll be nice to sit on the Zeitgeists couches and remember seeing her at Red Rocks ( in Denver).

Crush

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Is this what my analyst does in her spare time?

Sometimes these Facebook quizes kinda tell it like it is.

Who writes this stuff?

"You are probably an introverted, indifferent sort of person. You aren't necessarily emo or really hateful, though you can be. You
just aren't bubbly and happy all the time like yellows, oranges, and pinks. In fact, you probably have a hard time putting up with people who ARE happy all of the time. You are probably intelligent and artistic, and maybe a little bit of a loner. You do have friends, you just don't mind being alone. Gives you time to think. You are a little blunt, and you usually tell it like it is. You are classy, and simplicity goes a long way with you. You can be a little off-beat, your interests may not go with "the norm". As for your friends, you love them deeply. You may not have many close friends, but you choose them carefully. You are incredibly loyal to your friends, and they know they can count on you. You'd do just about anything for them, and they know it. You probably don't show your feelings so much, but you do have feelings. Deep ones, too. You feel things deeply, and you can be passionate - you just don't show it. Your sense of humor is probably a little dark, but you do love to laugh. You can be totally crazy when you open up, but you rarely do. You, in a nutshell: Classy, introverted, loyal, a bit of a loner, unique, edgy, deep, artistic, crazy (rarely), intelligent"

-From the "What colour are you?" Quiz. My result, Black

Perhaps, but I still have to live here.

Where am I now. Teetering on the brink of unemployment with no prospects.
Riding a wave of mood enhancers that enhance every mood, wantonly even.
Happily riding a bicycle to my remaining days at work. Pedaling through the
not too dense cloud of evaporating moisture and budding molecular super-
conductors. Less worried about feeding myself than getting the rent in on
time. Watching too much Tudors. Eating too much and doing to little.
Sleeping the perfect amount. Calling my mother, instant messaging my
sister, thinking about texting a guy I would like to keep as a lover.
Pacifying a schnoodle with one hand and holding a book with the other.
Applying for positions in places I will not be hired because I've too
much learned experience and not as much practical experience, amidst a
seriously hard time for the majority of us. Finding a way to buy a few
drinks at the weekend. Attempting to find what it was I was doing with
my drawings before I came here, because I know it was good. Brushing
my teeth. Buying another vitamin water. Crossing the street. Swiping my
card. Painting an enormous blue catfish, to be ridden by Slue Foot Sue
in a production of 'Pecos Bill." Doubting myself and then remembering
myself. Lathering, rinsing and repeating. Not updating my design resume,
nor requesting a replacement W2 from payroll to send to the accountant
so I can finally pay taxes. Eating Yougurt in bed, not for dinner though.
It's not that rough yet. Writing for no real reason, just a guy in a bed on
a big, wet ball floating in darkness.

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