Lion Taming--Being nostalgic about my youth--Googling- Craig and Tom--music, comedy, movies, friends and walking on nails-Searching for that bag of money--
Music
Bob Dylan, Van Morrison, Tom Waits, Elvis Costello, Wilco-Paul Westerberg-Beth Orton, Elvis, old fifties shit, Stones, Garden State Soundtrack type stuff,anything on WFUV--Seriously, everything from Nat King Cole to Bruce Springsteen-
Movies
It's a Wonderful Life,Diner,All the Wes Anderson movies,Almost Famous, Garden State,Taxi Driver,Tempest,Annie Hall,Rebecca,Say Anything,Don't Look Back, Hair,Serpico, Mystic Pizza,Shawshank Redemption,Hilary and Jackie, Sense and SensibilityOffice Space,Brokeback Mountain,Napoleon Dynamite,When Harry Met Sally, West Side Story, Gigi,To Kill a Mockingbird,The Shining,Hard Days Night,Kramer Vs. Kramer--I'll add more later because I'm gonna vomit-
About me: ----Retired Juggler-Professional bottle opener--snorter---I love animals-I am obsessed with the name MAX-I can't leave the house without making my bed-I need to quit smoking! I need things to smell amazing always-Sometimes my armpits smell like cat pee- My stomach hurts from laughing-I hate Customer Service-I want to invent a machine you can step into and it will only remove the hair you don't want--I hate my hair-I have violent dreams about murder and killing people in Nam-I dig music-I never miss the Oscars-My bunyon hurts-I care deeply about my friends and loved ones--but yet when people say friends and loved ones-hmmm. I mean, aren't friends already loved ones? Something to think about---
Oh--and yes--I'm a comedian-I hear blogging and Myspace will make ya famous-I'm one cat away from being an old bag --
http://www.jennyrubin.blogspot.com/
Check out the One Year Anniversary of MAX!
Who I'd like to meet: Bob Dylan and Frank Stallone
"By all intents & purposes I shouldn't be here. I should be a forlorn figment of nobody's imagination; the impossible secret dream of my mother's troubled heart. By all outward appearances I should have been swimmin' in the load she swallowed; swirling about in that milky glob that flew in her eye. I should have been the one who always got away. If the devil did care, he would have assigned me to a permanent post in the realm of sweet possibility. But did any of this honkey tonk bullshit happen? Noooooooooooooo. That would have been way too fucking easy for everybody. Instead, by the apparent (miraculous) intervention of unseen forces, what began as an innocuous nipping of the nuggets would become the baddest little bitch who could."
'her tumor had a heart of glass' by paula m. stinson
"'The Beta Band?' I muttered back as my lungs deflated in disappointment. Being the closet recluse that I am, going to a crowded club on Sunset wasn’t my idea of an ideal first date, but I kept my trap shut to be polite. But as I sucked down my third screw driver of the night from the back of the buzzing venue, Keith & the purring python in his pants nestled tightly up against me from behind and suddenly...SUDDENLY, all was well in the world. As my booty tingled inside my sleek, black slacks, me & the snake swayed the night away to the strange sounds of the quartet who donned space suits lined with iridescent neon tubing...and it was good."
'i was a teenage nightmare 3: behold! the savage irony' by paula m. stinson
