wtf?!

Random news: I do not have a title to this house, instead I have title insurance which the lawyer explained to me while I pretended to listen and now I realize that means I can't tell who has owned this house all along which is why I need the insurance and also why there is no way of guessing who the ghost might be (have been, I mean); I missed the Smelt Festival (there's always next year); the "Psychic Faire" is Oct 12th at the firehall where all the local witches gather and (if you've got the balls to walk in there) you can buy Eye of Newt incense, for instance; and the Cabbage Festival is coming up, at which "you can sample a variety of cabbage inspired dishes served up by our area restaurants" says the Chamber of Commerce website, and there will be a cabbage tossing contest and the annual cabbage costume contest and "New this year!! A parade of hats made out of, you guessed, cabbage leaves!!!"

Marc Broussard: You Can Leave Your Hat On

cold comfort for change

(the specs are honey bees hiving in her head [and btw there is honey in my walls - same bees])

the shrine of fatima is giant golfball looking thing that you walk into and between two stacked globes of glass are the continents so when you look up you see the earth from the inside, on top of which sits the fatima mary and all around which is a kinda parking lot of saints (concrete, marble, bronze etc) that people have donated over the years in attempts to bless their loved ones or avert disasters already occuring (dying kids and spouses and moms and stuff like that) - I go there to light my candles and hang out with the stoney saints - I probably have nothing to say (about it ft. to you), I'm not really sure

"[nothing] Sweet About Me," Ida Maria

Martin Sexton ∞ The Beast In Me

Charlotte Sometimes - "Ex-Girlfriend Syndrome"
damien rice - rootless tree
Mary Lou Lord: Fearless
csny - woodstock
eva cassidy - woodstock
Natalie Merchant: Which Side Are You On?

the fray - Over My Head (Acoustic Version)

the five percent - Please Don't

"I Was Thinking," Teitur - replay
Kris McKay: Wish You Were Here

[ sigh ]

lol o perfect, my fave internet cartoons for middle of the night reading are guilting me out. I'm going to get constipated and wrinkles! I'm BITCHING!

Insomniacs talk more because they think less. Nice. Their kids also sleep like shit and go bonkerinos, that’s great. Maybe I’d sleep better if something good smelling were lying around here. (grump grump grump grump) Meanwhile, I’m terminally inflamed! Perhaps I’m a cicada [FPH fits that description, so maybe evolution has resulted in the perfect brain to work nights for some cicadas.] . . . [What the hell is didgeridoo?] . . . . “A cognitive behavioral intervention for insomnia delivered via the Internet can significantly improve insomnia in adults.” (pause) Is that code for porn?

The Postmarks - You Drift Away (The Saturday Club Remix)

hello again 2:30 a.m. - I wonder what, evolutionarily speaking, an insomniacal brain's purpose is?

Spoon, 1020 am
Lily Frost - Lover Come Back To Me
Mike Patton - A perfect twist
bonus:Mogwai - "Stupid Prick Loses His Slut Girlfriend"

huh

This morning, I found this in my mailbox at work. From the Nun with a note attached, "thought you might find this interesting".





(DmS, as to duckdom, my case is getting stronger by the second eh? Ooh brother.)

Lisa Hannigan [of Damien Rice] : Lille - think that sounds Feistee
Tilly and the Wall-Alligator Skin

for virgo this week: I hate to lay a sports metaphor on you, Virgo, let alone one articulated by a hockey player. But it's such an apt description of the approach that will work best for you in the coming week, I had to bring it to your attention. "I skate to where the puck is going to be, not to where it has been," quoth Wayne Gretzky.

eddie vedder - long road

In case you're wondering. (The air guitar slays me. But for pith, this wins - LOL.)

"Move Me," Kitty Hawk

UNDER THE SUN BY JULIAN CARAX

Caroline Herring: Midnight on the Water

Nanci Griffith: Dress of Laces

"Paris, France," The Tunics

Under My Bed - Meiko

Xavier Rudd, No Woman, No Cry

The reader becomes God, for all textual purposes. I see your eyes glazing over, so I'll hush. - David Foster Wallace [is dead]

for Virgo this week: Surprise! You're not as fragile as you imagine. Now and then -- like the phase you're going through this September, for instance -- your health thrives if you push and stretch and test yourself harder than usual. So for the time being, Virgo, I urge you to proceed on the assumption that the most likely way to feel your best is to try things you've previously considered to be beyond your capacity.

Me: You are looking fantastic. Let's make out some more.

TH: It's dawn.

Me: Perfect!

TH: Um, not that I'm not grateful for your slavish love, but when's the last time you shaved your legs? You kind of look like shit, just sayin'.

Me:

TH:

Me: Well you have spiders in all your crevices. I don't have spiders in my crevices.

TH: Fair enough.

There are two in particular. I mean, they're all over the place, but two of them are "regulars", almost like pets only DIFFERENT. They are "orb spiders". In general, they have a big fat ass and striped legs and make orb webs daily. "Pippy", named for her striped fuzzy tights, hangs in the dining room picture window dead center and builds some very impressive webs, I gotta admit. She's over an inch, and incredibly active, every day like a Wallenda spinning all over the place. She lives just under a bee's nest that's in the morter of the house, which I must remove but I'm afraid if I do then Pippy will come inside and eat me. Every day, she gets her bee or slow moving blow fly and then takes down the circus.

In the backyard, we have "Herc", short for Hercules, who is a good 2 inches - he has EYES, seems like. (They're probably fangs.) He wants to live on the back door but my mom kept knocking him down (bc I wanted to spray him with Raid) and then he hightails it down a big hole near the edge of the porch. You're never going to believe what he eats:

No seriously, "banana slugs", they're about 2-3 inches long and the big spider drags them across the patio leaving a hijacked slimetrail right down into that hole.

I'm not even mentioning the insiders, which includes a buttgillion daddylonglegs and another kind of black squatty spider that jumps (AND the last one of those I found ON TOP OF one of those plug-in pest-away things [eyeroll]). The longlegs I can tolerate, the jumpers I get with my shoe while I SQUEAL in horror.

I'm trying to think of it all as a rich ecosystem. I'm mostly failing. What eats spiders? Does anyone know? Because unless it's something worse than spiders, I need more of whatever it is.

<:(

my morning cup of rant

I'm soooo busy that I barely have time to change my underwear. No seriously. So I'm sure the pissed off I'm getting over Palin is reactionary and ill-informed. BUT, if I hear one more time that she oughta stay home and take care of her kids, I'm going to vote Republican, or stay home altogether at the very least. When McCain picked her, I was disgusted by his cynicism. Now I'm even more disgusted by my own party's stupidity. PTA bashing seems just incredibly short-sighted. All across this country, working mothers have dragassed into PTA's to help make sure their kids learn to read in the face of ever decreasing school funding and increasing pervasive apathy about it. etc etc etc etc The liberal unabashed disdain for woman with children and their customary public activities is not a critique of Palin's politics - does anyone not notice the difference?? This morning I heard her referred to as having "too many" kids. FYI, one kid is too many for a university FEMALE professor, thus making me a freak even before you factor my personality. If the angle that the left is using against Palin keeps up, a lot of 25-45 year old professional women with children are going to wonder what the hell liberal feminism has done for them lately . . . wow that 30 minute drive into work listening to talk radio sends me outa the car with a rocket up my ass. GRUMP

Whiteyton is Mayberry is the upshot

for virgo this week: Pregnant giraffes give birth standing up. Babies arrive in their new environment with a jolt, hitting the ground after plummeting six feet. Although they were fairly safe before, upon leaving the womb they are in danger of being preyed upon by animals like leopards and hyenas, which wouldn't dare attack their giant mothers. I'm thinking there's a resemblance between the newborn giraffes and a new project you're working on, Virgo. Its initial splash into the world may be a bit rocky and fraught with dicey challenges. But I'm here to say that if you're a vigilant caretaker in the early going, it will grow to maturity.

Welp, everything that could go wrong did for a while there w the pipes and etc, but mostly MOVING SUCKS. [Remember the kitchen in West Whateverville? And all that painting? Yeah, like that, w/ the painting and painting . . . ugh.) And every day that I go to work, I have to stop at the old house and continue to clean out a basement full of 100 years of paint cans, like casualties of prior wars rotting away down there, which is making me a bit suicidal. Plus, for some odd reason the new house has no baseboards at all anywhere, like someone ate them off the walls, aaaaaand wow there are a lot of bugs in the country. Spiders that are black and orange and hairy make me nearly pass out when I see one. I have those "pest away" things that you plug in, one in every f'n outlet in the whole downstairs, cringing in my slippers.

BUT, I love it here. The house, the town, the neighbors, all of it - yes Milk-n-Cookies brought cookies, multiple times, and man alive were they tasty! The psycho mailman shakes boxes up next to his ear as he hands them to you, and reads off your letters "You got something here from HSBC and Allstate . . . " Everyone you meet immediately tells you that it's lovely here and everyone is so happy that you're here too now and here have a cookie or something nice, ovvvvver the top alllll the time niiiiiiiiiiice. And I'm so damn tired of this moving process and this summer in general, that I'm thinking that frankly I could use that cookie - ya know? I admit it, I want the cookie - "wa wa, so be nice to me" is a thought I find that I'm often having deep down. I do, I want the bus lady to arrange pick up at my front door bc it'd be easier for me, what with my being on my own and just moving and all (how does she know that? wait, do I care how she knows? no, I don't hahahahahah, gimme the good bus stop, yes I want that, I want the cookie, etc etc). It's like that all the time here, and the more I'm delighted w the niceness factor, like WOW! That's so NICE!, the more people are nice to me. (!)