Asleep or dead

Hmm. Today, somewhere in the world, they're burying my aunt. I'd have liked to be there, only no one asked me. Ah well.

I think everyone should have a day where you wake up, take your meds, cuddle someone who loves you, be given a box of tissues as a present, told to get dressed, and come back downstairs for a surprise that involves silly string. Then to top all that off, you should have candy for breakfast.

[If you're slow, that's what the widge and I did this morning. Or yesterday morning. However you wanna look at it.]

That's the fun of being five. What seems absurd to everyone else who hears the plan? Is totally fine by you, so long as you can wear shorts. Of course we'll have to try it again when he has the strength to hold down the button so the silly string hits something other than his hand or his shoe.

( out here on the other side... )

Naturally I have a headache now. Oi. However, somewhere around here I have a new bottle of Excedrin. Yay me.

Notes to self:
preorder the AFI stuff coming out [nov 7- LE vinyl, dec 12- dvd]

Crap, I forgot the other stuff. Woe.

Heads up. Considering how flaky I am, if you're angling for a holiday gift [pick a holiday, invent one, something] I'd suggest hinting soon. Wishlists, shameless pleading, hopes, dreams, whatever. This doesn't mean you'll get a shiny, but it does greatly improve your odds.

Now I'm off to improve my odds of killing this headache. G'ah!

Oh, and the next time I am so desperate for something to read that I snag a Sisterchicks book from the pile of book offerings, I hope one of you will have the decency to slap me so hard the book returns itself to the library.

teenagers

As I'm sitting here killing time, I realized two things.

One, if I don't stop sneezing soon, I'm going to be forced to kill someone.
Two, it must be awfully depressing to be a published author of the semi-decent or above variety and realize that the people reading your books are barely literate idiots.

This last one is brought to you courtesy of one of the comms I'm on and this annoying little perky.

You went trick or treating as TheBlackRider.
Willow gave you ARustyRazorblade.
ShepherdBook gave you ARustyRazorblade.
HomerSimpson gave you AnApple.
Gilligan gave you ARubySlipper.
You had a delightful time until Voldemort kicked you in the shins.

What's Your Trick-or-Treat Haul?
Shiver My Timber--A Pirate RPG

*snorts and then sneezes*

They're gonna clean up your looks
with all the lies in the books
to make a citizen out of you
because they sleep with a gun
and keep an eye on you son
so they can watch all the things you do

because the drugs never work
they're gonna give you a smirk
because they've got methods to keep you clean
they're gonna rip up your heads
your aspirations to shreds
another cog in the murder machine

they said:
all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
they could care less
as long as someone'll bleed
so darken your clothes
or strike a violent pose
maybe they'll leave you alone
but not me

the boys and girls in the clique
the awful names that they stick
yer never gonna fit in much kid
but if you're troubled and hurt
what you got under your shirt
will make them pay for the things that they did

they said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
they could care less
as long as someone'll bleed
so darken your clothes
or strike a violent pose
maybe they'll leave you alone
but not me


This song amuses me muchly. The one immediately following no longer sounds so much like it fell out of the 80s tree. Which is a bit sad, all things considered. On the other hand, is it really safe to have an album that starts vaguely twangy where the first and second track bleed into one another seamlessly that skips along the death trail until mid disc when you hit Cancer which is immediately followed by Liza Minelli and ends in a song about blood? Well, yes. Yes it is.

And because I'm a geek, you're stuck in lyrical hell until I tire of this. Which won't be this week, as I'm still waiting for my stupid limited edition.

Could someone explain why I ordered pizza again? I'm not hungry. I'd happily still be asleep only the boy woke me to tell me it was an every man for themselves kind of dinner.

Oh well. Cheesesticks and two magazines with cover stories on MCR and AFI. Yes. Of course, I have no idea what I'm going to do with a hot pink guitar string...