Randomly tessalating bits of grit. and powerlines.
ascribing meaning to the bug carnage on my windshield.
playing my guitar badly. It doesn't gently weep. It just blares merrily until we're both too tired to know what's right and what's shietze.
Geocaching- give up the booty! Excited ARRR!
People not telling me to write a novel over summer vacation.
Writing a novel over summer vacation.
Taking a summer vacation.
Hypothetical travel- time travel, deep space travel, international travel without being disliked because our foreign policy sucks.
the usual.
Music
Movies
Movie of the month: Oh the weather outside is frightful, but watching movies with cocoa is so delightful. My vote for best holiday movies are as follows: Elf, Gremlins, The Holiday, A Christmas Story, Nightmare Before Christmas, and The Year Without a Santa Claus.
Television
I was just introduced to Dr Horrbile's Sing Along Blog. It is a fantastic bit of whimsy by the Whedon family. Neil Patrick Harris and Nathan Fillion are frakking hilarious. It's now up for free on myspace tv and at www.hulu.com/dr-horribles-sing-along-blog. It's most excellent. It's also available for your keeping pleasure on itunes for 4 bucks and the soundtrack will be up by the end of August.
So don't say I didn't bring you anyting from Comiccon. This is the best thing I got.
Books
Yet another brilliant internet found poem from Scott somebody or somebody Scott. I found this when searching for more zombie poetry and it's a bit too apropos to pass up. You can find more of his poetry at http://clifty.com/scott/poems.html
"Day At Work, USGS/CERI"
there's too much to do
there's too much to do
i've written proposals
my brain has turned blue
there's too much to do
there's too much to write
i worked on an abstract
it took me all night
there's too much to do
there's too much to plan
we drove to the trench site
in a government van
there's too much to do
things to proofread and study
i give my reports
to my boss who's named 'buddy'
there's too much to do
there's no time to relax
i spend too much time
at the phone and the fax
there's too much to do
lots of software to build
i started a process
but root had it killed
there's too much to do
lots of students need aid
i have to keep working
if i want to get paid
there's too much to do
lots of figures to plot
i graph out my data
and sign my name 'scott'
there's too much to do
lots of time sheets and forms
when you work for the survey
you abide by their norms
there's too much to do
there's too much to do
things here are real busy
but what's new with you?
Heroes
Trista Schoonmaker- for teaching me that nothing great can be achieved without enthusiasm.
Carolyn Thomas- For showing twenty and thirtysomethings that math is fun and advising her calc students that avoidance of deep thought correlates to happiness.
Stacy Everson- for teaching young women, who thought they weren't allowed,to say, "NO!" and for her ability to write off her incredible collection of dildos and porn. It's educational!
Rita Robertson is the most indefatiguable person I have ever known, and she has the most mischevious smile- it's as big as her heart.
Also, Great storytellers and poets- Gaiman, Eliot, Pratchett, Moore, Vonnegut, Adams.
Those who discover or invent great things and watch for patterns in the cosmos- like Fleming, Newton, Marconi, Curie and Tesla.
And, lastly, people who can make me laugh my frakking ass off, and yet still remind you to think for yourself: Eddie Izzard, Frank Oz, Ricky Gervais, Henry Rollins, Robin Williams, and Emo Phillips.
And finally, Jesus Christ: for bringing Zombies into vogue. Smite the Lizard!
San Diego City College
San Diego, CA
Graduated: 2005
Student status: Alumni
Major: what didn't i major in?
Minor: indescretions
Clubs: Associate Student Gov't
Greek:
Phi Theta Kappa
About me: I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center. -Kurt Vonnegut
I heard this on USA's "In Plain Sight" and thought, "Yes. That is me. I must rewind and listen to this bit of monologue again."
"There is no magic. We're not the architects of our own lives. We're monkeys, strapped to a rocket and the only way to exert any influence over its trajectory is to work really, really hard."
and this pretty much describes why I am still single.
"I stare agape at sunday sidewalk strollers; fingers laced, heads on shoulders, hearts laid bare, audacious high wire artitsts soaring netless- oblivious or brave? 'Arrogant Idiots!' I muse from my spectator view, hoping no one hears the screaming inside my head."
And then there is the wisdom of the tribunal that speaks through Carrie Bradshaw, and that voice resonates through me when I hear, "I am someone who is looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't live without eachother love." Ah, so. There is so much of me that believes this love exists, even if only in the ether. Still, that's why the gooey caramel center is on the inside, carefully protected by a cynical layer of dark chocolate.
In real life, whatever that is, I am an exceptionally busy person with strange tastes(I think this makes me either a geek or a nerd. not sure). I am almost a graduate of SDSU in Kinesiology, and I work three jobs in the field of education and disability, all while I try to write bits of stuff for people to read so they will pat my head and stroke my ego. I also struggle to be coherent when tired. I freaking love music, in general, but I tend to favor rock, alternative, punk, swing, musicals, and anything that can make me laugh really hard or change the way I see the world. I feel most alive when I'm writing, singing along to the car radio or at a concert. I also like to read, a lot.
Who I'd like to meet: Time travelers, ESPers, androids/ cyborgs, authors, dreamers, amateur lepidopterists, someone with passion and a sense of humor, people who know what soap and toothpaste are for, someone to empty the dishwasher (I hate that chore), magicians who'll reveal how they slight their hands, someone to love, even for a little while.
I'm up over 100 friends now, so if you want to be friends, you had better bloody well amuse the crap out of me. If you attempt to friend me, I would appreciate a message so I'll have a reason to click over and check you out.
Wow, now that's the kind of comment I appreciate! Thank you very much. Regarding the lack of food... there's also the fact that the markers never run out of ink. I've always appreciated artwork/stories most when they leave some aspects of it to interpretation. Those tales always were lingering in my brain the longest.
Stories where the author sits the reader down and explains point by point every aspect of the story often makes the story forgettable, at least to me.
I count you a member of the motley group I call friends. And not just because you understand the gravitas of the comma. More likely it's your ability to imbue "Oh my heck, no!" with such adolescent angst.
