Saturday, May 19, 2007

I drove through five minutes before this...

Who fucking knew?

Personal Daily Horoscope
Saturday, 19 May 2007
born 4 May 1960

©Astrodienst AG

For the future
This can be a time of very successful energetic activity, if you proceed cautiously enough. You may be infected with an unjustified optimism that anything you do today will "turn to gold." It may, but it won't happen by luck. It will happen through intelligent planning and foresight, which are available to you under this influence if you make a conscious effort to take advantage of them. You act for the future under this influence, because you are more concerned with what can be done than with what is. Therefore this is a good time for furthering new projects. But do not overextend yourself and go beyond your resources, which is another temptation now. Also your fondness for taking risks can lead to accidents at this time, so be careful. You are not unlucky, you are just somewhat impulsive.

The interpretation above is for your transit selected for today:
Mars Square Jupiter
exact at 18:21
18 May 2007 to 21 May 2007.

What every fallen American hero warrants...

New York Times photo ©Todd Heisler.

Found on the WWW

What today's all about...

David Bowie - Heroes

I-I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins-like dolphins can swim
Though nothing-nothing will keep us together
We can beat them-for ever and ever
Oh we can be heroes-just for one day
I-I will be king
And you-you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be heroes-just for one day
We can beat them-just for one day
I-I can remember
Standing-by the wall
And the guns-shot above our heads
And we kissed-as though nothing could fall
And the shame-was on the other side
Oh we can beat them-forever and ever
Then we could be heroes-just for one day
We can be heroes
We can be heroes
We can be heroes
Just for one day
We can be heroes
We're nothing, and nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay
But we could be safer, just for one day
Oh, oh, oh, ohhh-oh, oh, oh, ohhh, just for one day
Oh, just for one day

It's all about the Benjamins.

Stupid movie titles. Really.

Knocked Up.

WTF? That's supposed to be funny?
Not in my world.

Army Spc. Robert W. Hoyt

21, of Ashford, Connecticut.
Hoyt died in Baghdad, Iraq, when an improvised explosive device detonated near his HMMWV while conducting convoy operations. He was assigned to the Army National Guard's 1st Battalion, 102nd Infantry Regiment, Bristol, Connecticut. Died on December 11, 2004.

According to reports I've read, his final words during his med-evac were:

"I love you guys."


Thank you.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Seek. And ye shall find...

Postcards from the Asylum.

Scene. Horrifying.

It is better to have a horrible ending,

than to have horrors
without end.

–|Murphy's Law Calendar
Friday, May 18, 2007

Ernestine Tomlin is at it again!

A Little E-Mail Prank, And a $2.8 Billion Panic

Word of the day.


And not the religious reference of this word.



If you "enter" and don't "leave", you'll piss your pants.
Just trust me, and don't be shy...
I promise.
SFW, btw.

Here's the bait.
And it's a switch.

Can you say "Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater?"

Don't share your candy.
Especially with strangers.

And people ask me whywhywhy do I enjoy horror films?
I say the same thing over+over+over+over.
"The odds," I tell them (somewhat enthusiastically) "of being chained to a water pipe (reference SAW) and being chased down the street by some maniac waving a chainsaw (reference THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE), or going on vacation and falling in with the most welcoming of strangers (reference HOSTEL or THE COMFORT OF STRANGERS) are, practically slim to NONE."

But just being a guy who recognizes beauty in practically everything, who spends his time trying to educate those who desperately want something more, something better in their lives (reference ANY STUDENT I'VE EVER HAD), and that man, himself, wanting something morebetterbeautifulnormalwarmfuzzy and peaceful...

The odds of being on the wrong side of the lens are greater, much greater, than you can ever imagine.

Sleeping with your clothes on, and your eyeglasses, not even in your own bed. Awake for days on end for fear they'll be bashing down your door at some absurdly odd hour, kidnapping you (well, I can't possibly think of a better word) and turning your life updside down, inside out, and pointing to the Francis Bacon sign which reads "Welcome to Hell. THIS IS YOUR LIFE."

Fighting the fight of your life, never raising a fist. Feeling sicker than sick, without a fluctuation in your body temper.

And having to be quieter than a church mouse, because, well, "we can make this worse."

And when the knife never slices through your body (reference HALLOWEEN et al) yet the scar is 5'10" and no matter how many times you shower, you still can't wash the stigma from your body.

And then being fortunate enough to have "friends" who say "gosh, you're lucky..."

FUCK YOU ALL. Luck had nothing to do with being innocent. And it has everything to do with setting a scared and lonely soul free...

So. What'll it be? The chainsaw? or the reality of viscious homophobic poorwhitetrash neighbors?

Or, as is said in SAW – "I'd like to play a game."

Shit. I think this is called the game of LIFE.

I may be downdowndowndown more times than it's possible to remember the contents of the entire New York City phonebook.

But don't you daredaredare


The most intense movie I have ever seen, in my entire life, with just two characters whose acting is so mirrored in today's headlines that the reality of this brilliant piece of celluloid just made me vomit.

Deep gratitude and thanks to DV for the birthday gift of a month of NETFLIX. I have truly been reborn, and the ripe age of 47. Mil gracias. Thank you. Words fail me...

I never thought my past was already the bookandmovie deal everyone else is in it for.

JENIFER? Hardly.
SE7EN? Ummmmm. NOPE!
8MM? Ummmm. Close but no cigar.

The headlines and the column inches in the newspaper, presuming it's all true, scare me more than any demon I have encountered, or will encounter.

Now EVERYTHING is small stuff.

Even po' white trash.
Right, Clarice?

Yes, Dr. Lechter, yes...

Oh. And I saw you this morning, while Freddie Mercury and Montserrat Caballe were intoning BARCELONA and I was dragging the garbage pails to the back of the house.

I saw you. Glaring at me, through the blinds.

And I laughed when I realized the garbage men didn't take all the trash...

So, you like to watch?

Careful now...
What you are looking at could be your own reflection, in the mirror.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Sunday, May 13, 2007

BLunt + BLind.

You certainly were,
and you certainly are.

We both want the same thing.
We're just going about it in drastically different ways.

And I'm glad you kick my ass.
No one better.

You get me thinking, deeper and deeper
and that's the best thing in the world.

Just be glad I didn't put a photograph of you on this site.

Thanks. For many things.
I'm glad you're still around.


Erasure Tour 2007

Erasure announce US tour

Erasure have announced a headlining tour of the US, kicking off July 6 in Florida.

The duo will join Cyndi Lauper, Debbie Harry and The Dresden Dolls on the 'True Colors' tour launching next month, and will return to the US for a their own tour to support the forthcoming release of 'Light At The End Of The World'.