the gasoline choir: July 2003 Archives

... this sort of a day. randomly: beer's involved. as is kazaa, and rampant lyrical additions. and you know, or perhaps not, where this sort of behavior leads: *sniffle*

two pieces of pizza and by this i mean orgasmic pizza and this related to the realization i don't know when the last time i ate ... an amount of food you'd call a meal. as in i can't remember. s'ok i'm still a big sturdy girl, no worries. plus i am all about the nibbling, i do eat, really i do. just not all at once like this.

eating peppers with a tongue ring: interesting.

was in the *sniffle* mode re: playlist/beer when the pizza guy got here. how many times do you suppose pizza guy's delivered pizza to the sniffling? musta thought i was some kinda weirdo.

bingo!

(incidentally this is beer three in like 4 hours, me=lightweight these days.) used to be able to pound thrice this many and be utterly not crying and singing to my computer. utterly. of course i was a bigbig beerdrinkin' girl back when. beer has calories, apparently.

some stuff to get outta this system here, which has been a bit of time building all up in there, and so might carry on with it a bit, hell i might be an absolute idiot for hours to come, and i'm fine with that. lovely muggy heavy-skied saturday evening in the july of the forty third year of this life, with stuff in the system needin' gettin' out, it's just that sort of day.

how many of life's problems can be directly traced to a floyd deficiency? many. many many.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.

Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

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i can still remember the first time i heard this album. high school sweetheart's parents' condo in union city. excellent bud. everyone else passes out and i'm sitting in front of the marantz quad stereo reading that whispered part (in italics above) stoned out of my little gourd and going like, whoa, but it was a very emphatic whoa, like the most mindblown whoa ever whoad. and then i sat and watched the little balance indicator, which was a tiny CRT with green squiggly lines going out to the four corners of the screen. that stereo would knock pictures off walls, dude. you could stand in the middle of the room and scream at the top of your lungs and not be able to hear yourself. at all. i have no idea why the neighbors didn't call the cops, but they never did.

quarter of a century and the memory is still as clear and sweet as the day it was made. and still just as loud.

"Months in the making, this is a whole new design, a whole new concept and a whole new direction for ProgScape.Com", it says.

unclear why it took them "months" to rip off a blogspot template. i mean, i'll bet this person (random blog i found within five clicks of the recent updates on blogger), didn't take that long. and you know, i remember Jilly had that template. what, year and a half ago? so it's not even very "new".

maybe it's a coincedence. mmhmm.

half hour ago, was the weirdest thing. day was gorgeous sunny all day. then all sudden like, it gets tropical cloudy, not what you folks who live where there's real weather have, but it's humid for here. and the wind. gusts of it, banging the doors -- blew down the sign at the car wash. big sign. sign that is built to take our east winds, so not a flimsy thing.

and then it ended. still steamy grey skies and sticky air, but it's stopped acting like a hurricane at least.

weird.

i take the 101 to work. a little too literally maybe.

coming right along (number two hundred eighty four, that one)

i feel like i'm channeling a vampire from sesame street.

people are weird.

so i glance out the window, and there's this guy on the corner, checking out the debris from the big carcrash earlier today. he's not cleaning it up, and i doubt accident inspectors wander around in grubby jeans with their shirts unbuttoned, sporting a 'do that either took hours and handfulls of styling product or weeks between showers -- i'm betting the latter.

so, dude has spotted some shiny things. he takes a few steps into the street, bends over, and dabs his fingertips at the ground, like you would if trying to pick up something tiny by getting it to stick to your fingers. he does this for perhaps five seconds - a long time to stand bent over in the street in a busy intersection. he stands up, wanders back over to the sidewalk and paces back and forth for a bit, glancing around like looking for someone. he veers off into the grass, shuffling his feet around, feeling for something? which he maybe finds, he stands there nudging at something with his foot for a few seconds. must be nothing; he returns to sidewalk pacing. back and forth, out in the street, glancing around.

looks up at the building and sees me watching intently. casually starts walking down the sidewalk, a few hundred feet, crosses the street and out of my line of sight; fifteen seconds later there he is right back again, crossing the street, pacing his now much longer pacing path, glancing around, glancing up.

this went on for at least fifteen minutes.

people. weird.