i heart z-man. and farms. z-man and farms!
the first few days of
fall are the breaths between sleep
and waking; draw deep.
russ meyer died this weekend, and toadie and i were quite sad. we bravely pulled ourselves out of our sadness with the thought that john la zar might come out of hiding to speak to the press, but, of course, that didn't happen, so we're still a little bummed. good night, sweet prince. we shall forever carry your heart inside our hearts. on a more chipper note, all the kangaroos at the store down the street from me are $29, if anyone wants to place an order. they only have four colors, but they're bright, pretty colors.
i'm pretty sure zach braff is canoodling with cary brothers. he boasts about him constantly, he brings him on t.v. shows, no doubt he's sneaking his name into interviews... it's like kurt and courtney all over again. i think you know what that means. watch your back, braff. if memory serves, that courtney character was a bit of a bad seed, and by bad seed i mean bipolar junkie murderess, so, seriously. the second he starts talking about kids, change the locks.
i wish i lived in a sweet tiny town where there was some sort of annual festival that involved crowning a local girl the Vidalia Onion Queen or the Turnip Princess, something hokey and darling and no one's but ours. the town i grew up in had the potential for it, size-wise, but everyone was too snooty and episcopalian to get it together. they did have a "Day in the Park" every fall; some high school class always set up a game that involved throwing ping pong balls into plastic cups in order to win goldfish out of a wading pool, and some kid always won a dozen goldfish and then ate them on a dare under the baseball bleachers. every girl under the age of twelve secretly had a crush on that boy for the next three weeks. there was more to it, but nothing else seems worth mentioning. it's a tradition, i suppose, but not one to rally a community around. i want a community, and i want that community's sense of self and pride to be centered in something singularly geeky. i guess i might not feel that way if i had grown up in onion country, but i can't say for sure. i think i don't miss my home town because it didn't offer me anything special enough to miss. we were blindingly vanilla. we lacked a suitable mascot. well, there was screwy louie, a drunk who dressed like a lumberjack except for his shoes, a stunning assortment of women's pumps that he was careful not to dribble on as he urinated in the middle of the street. but we weren't really supposed to talk about him.
i want to move away. i don't care where to. i'm ravenous for suggestions.
anyone?
fall are the breaths between sleep
and waking; draw deep.
russ meyer died this weekend, and toadie and i were quite sad. we bravely pulled ourselves out of our sadness with the thought that john la zar might come out of hiding to speak to the press, but, of course, that didn't happen, so we're still a little bummed. good night, sweet prince. we shall forever carry your heart inside our hearts. on a more chipper note, all the kangaroos at the store down the street from me are $29, if anyone wants to place an order. they only have four colors, but they're bright, pretty colors.
i'm pretty sure zach braff is canoodling with cary brothers. he boasts about him constantly, he brings him on t.v. shows, no doubt he's sneaking his name into interviews... it's like kurt and courtney all over again. i think you know what that means. watch your back, braff. if memory serves, that courtney character was a bit of a bad seed, and by bad seed i mean bipolar junkie murderess, so, seriously. the second he starts talking about kids, change the locks.
i wish i lived in a sweet tiny town where there was some sort of annual festival that involved crowning a local girl the Vidalia Onion Queen or the Turnip Princess, something hokey and darling and no one's but ours. the town i grew up in had the potential for it, size-wise, but everyone was too snooty and episcopalian to get it together. they did have a "Day in the Park" every fall; some high school class always set up a game that involved throwing ping pong balls into plastic cups in order to win goldfish out of a wading pool, and some kid always won a dozen goldfish and then ate them on a dare under the baseball bleachers. every girl under the age of twelve secretly had a crush on that boy for the next three weeks. there was more to it, but nothing else seems worth mentioning. it's a tradition, i suppose, but not one to rally a community around. i want a community, and i want that community's sense of self and pride to be centered in something singularly geeky. i guess i might not feel that way if i had grown up in onion country, but i can't say for sure. i think i don't miss my home town because it didn't offer me anything special enough to miss. we were blindingly vanilla. we lacked a suitable mascot. well, there was screwy louie, a drunk who dressed like a lumberjack except for his shoes, a stunning assortment of women's pumps that he was careful not to dribble on as he urinated in the middle of the street. but we weren't really supposed to talk about him.
i want to move away. i don't care where to. i'm ravenous for suggestions.
anyone?
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