Favorite Villans


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By spunky on Friday, August 17, 2001 - 01:21 pm:

    I was listening to the radio on my pigramage to work this morning, when they announced the results of some recent survey that asked people who thier favorite villans were:

    The top three winners were:

    1. Hannible Lecter
    2. Darth Vader
    3. Norman Bates

    I was wondering what it would be like if the three were locked in a room together?

    Lecter: I can smell your dead mother, Norman.
    Norman: Mother does not like black clothes, Vader.
    Vader: Norman, I am your mother!!!!
    Lecter: Damn, I forgot my can opener.
    Norman: Lecter, I hear my dead mother. She tells me things.
    Lecter: I ate her liver with Favre's beans and a nice Ciante.
    Vader: Damn, and I thought I was on the dark side!


By Hal on Friday, August 17, 2001 - 01:42 pm:

    My favorite villin...

    Copycat from DV8 and Gen13... She was a hot fuckign readhead, and a nympho to boot.


By pez on Friday, August 17, 2001 - 02:05 pm:

    the angels from evangelion.


By Hal on Friday, August 17, 2001 - 03:21 pm:

    Yeah.

    They were cool too. That or the Knights from Lain.


By pez on Friday, August 17, 2001 - 04:52 pm:

    i liked the headless horseman in sleepy hollow. although technically he wan't the villain.

    jareth in labyrinth. mmmmmmmmmm.


By semillama on Friday, August 17, 2001 - 06:50 pm:

    Khan.


By spunky on Friday, August 17, 2001 - 09:08 pm:

    Khan was bad ass. The man was pissed off and never lost sight of his target. Even seconds before his death. "From Hell's Hot I stabbeth thee, for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee".....
    However, Bella Lagosi's Dracula was hard to beat.
    He had class and style and was still evil to the core.


By Mavis on Saturday, August 18, 2001 - 05:00 pm:

    my favorite villain is my friend luci's dad.
    a complete prick....
    know what i mean, sem?


By TBone on Saturday, August 18, 2001 - 06:35 pm:

    Mavis!!


By Antigone on Saturday, August 18, 2001 - 08:57 pm:

    Khaaaaaaaaaan!!


By pez on Sunday, August 19, 2001 - 03:02 am:

    m-ma-mav-mavi-MAVIS!

    say hello, please.


By semillama on Sunday, August 19, 2001 - 03:10 pm:

    Yeah. what she said.

    I don't know exactly what you mean mavis because you haven't told what's going on in months.

    Get the hint?

    For crying out loud, A house???


By moonit on Monday, August 20, 2001 - 03:13 am:

    *rubbing eyes* Mavis?

    I thought you were like Santa!

    My fav villian is Drusilla from BTVS. Gee will know why.


By pez on Monday, August 20, 2001 - 11:58 am:

    spike and dru, forgot about them!

    i want to eat them.


By Hal on Monday, August 20, 2001 - 12:26 pm:

    Holy Shit Mavis...

    IS that really you?


By wisper on Monday, August 20, 2001 - 04:22 pm:

    can't we just have a nice conversation around here anymore without some long-lost person showing up and ruining it all?
    huh?
    can we?

    *sob*



    (is it spawning season on the Sorabji river, and all the trout are swimming back? the return rate is at 1 every 3 weeks or so)






    (and the question remains, what of the Swine?)


By Antigone on Monday, August 20, 2001 - 04:41 pm:

    Word of SorabjiFest 2001 is spreading...


By Hal on Monday, August 20, 2001 - 05:13 pm:

    We love you wisper. Don't ever leave us.

    And speculation into the location of Swine; Swine has regressed to a place none of us may follow, a place long forgotten since the days of our childhood, and a place where none of us dare go.

    "Sanity."


By TBone on Monday, August 20, 2001 - 06:03 pm:

    Their sorabji senses start tingling when stuff's about to go down. Unfortunately, they can't figure out why the hell their asses are tingling, so it takes a while for them to actually come back... But they do eventually.


By Hal on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 12:39 pm:

    They smell the ass sauce.


By blindswine on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 03:10 pm:

    sane my ass.
    i got electro-chuckleheads barking up my god damn tree all night long.
    that shit ain't sane.

    not even close.

    i haven't been sane since 1985.

    trust me.

    speaking of chuckleheads-- check out my flawed mixdown.

    i got your funky cheez-whiz right here, jungle monkey.

    pass the crackas.







By semillama on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 03:13 pm:

    blindswine is my favorite villain.

    you drippy ass zoner, come to NOLA.


By blindswine on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 03:28 pm:

    i might be going in november.

    mark was telling me about this sorabjifest thing you folks have planned for october.

    i'm gonna have to pass.

    but post pictures.

    i wanna point and laugh.




By patrick on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 03:29 pm:

    that made my computer act like me on valium.


By patrick on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 03:43 pm:

    Its either NOLA or this


    "All Tomorrows Parties"
    UCLA


    FRI.

    Steve Malkmus & the Jicks
    Unwound
    Neil Michael Hagerty
    Derek Baily
    Fred Anderson Trio
    Television
    Cat Power
    Eddie Vedder
    Quixotic
    White Out


    inlcuding spokem word by Lydia Lunch, Gerard Melanga and more

    SAT.

    Jon Spencer Blues Expl.
    Boredoms
    Melvins
    Tony Conrad
    Dead C
    Bardo Pond
    Bride of No No
    Cecil Taylor
    Luc Ferrari w/DJ Olive
    Kim/Ikue/DJ Olive/Jim O Rourke
    Smog
    US Maple
    Merzbow
    Destroy All Monsters


    Film and spoke word by Nels Cline, Thurston Moore and many others

    SUN.

    Sonic Youth
    Stereolab
    La Tigre
    Peaches
    Cannibal Ox
    BS2000


    hmmmmmmmmmmm


    nothing has been confirmed for NOLA....so I may go ahead and buy tickets for the Sunday Show


By Nate on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 04:37 pm:

    nothing has been confirmed?

    goddamnit swine. you rise from the dead to inform that you won't indulge us with your presence?

    why have you foresooook us?


By semillama on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 04:51 pm:

    It's been so long that ownership of our mothers have revoked back to us.


By blindswine on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 05:07 pm:

    shit.

    i still got yo momma under contract on the block, son. but you can have her back when willie bobo runs outta peanut butter and pepper spray.

    $50 for an hour/$250 for the night.

    don't get it twisted.

    as far as new orleans, i have problems following up on plans made two weeks ahead. forget about two months. it's all i can do to get this 6 month anniversary thing straight for november.

    besides, you'll probably rue the day you ever asked for drunken swine.

    frau pooblitz: what are you doing with all that recording equipment?

    here's another flawed mix-

    blindswine's lament



By Nate on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 05:12 pm:

    wtf is a 6 month anniversary thing? wouldn't that be a pointfive anniversary? and of what?

    you're just worried i'll drink you under the table and take pictures of you leaving your last six meals for the alley rats.

    i'm recording shit. my roommate is a drummer. i'm playing a lot of bass. i'll send you a cd when we've polished up a few.


By patrick on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 05:21 pm:

    here's MY pooblitz


    we just got the catalogs in today.


    damn im impressed with myself.


    i know many of you have sent me your mailing addresses before....and some i still have (nate, cyst, sem) but if you would like to recieve a hunky dory mille nico catalog send me your address, an outline of your house key and your mother's pasta sauce preference.

    I won't be able to send them right away...the mass mailing starts when i get back from Vegas, but you will be added to the mille nico "friends" list....so eventually we can direct mail your ass to death and we'll take over your checking accounts.




By patrick on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 05:23 pm:

    those pics are a full page ad we are getting for free in a new fashion mag being launched. Its kinda hooky....some mag called "The One" supposed to compare to "In Style" A free two page spread aint a bad idea either way.

    you really start to realize who is your friend and who isnt when you do something like this.


By Nate on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 05:25 pm:

    you can't _have_ a pooblitz, schmuck.


By patrick on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 05:30 pm:

    says you.


By blindswine on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 05:33 pm:

    i got more important things to worry about than spewing on kodachrome.

    the six month situtation is a woman-thang.

    so it's completely contingent on us actually being together to celebrate an anniversary.

    anyway. i'm not worried about that either.

    what i'm worried about is you running amuck with that diseased and discolored dick of yours.

    yeah, i saw the picture.

    for the love of god, man-- go see a fucking doctor and get that shit fixed.





By blindswine on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 05:38 pm:

    you can only have a pooblitz if nate decides to start franchising that ass.

    and if he does, i want the same cut i get with your mom.





By patrick pooblitz on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 05:44 pm:

    nates got work to do. nevermind franchising booty.


    you two should come up for air every now and then.


By Dougie on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 05:44 pm:

    Pooblitz or not, whatever a pooblitz is, that's one fine looking fraulein in that picture, Patrick.


By Nate on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 06:04 pm:

    for chrissakes there is nothing wrong with my cock.

    swine has a steady. god must be smoking crack. she an aries?

    she seen your past drool here?

    odd, november could arguably be six months for my situation too.




By wisper on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 06:07 pm:

    see, now swine bursts in....
    CANT WE KEEP A FUCKING THREAD HERE, PEOPLE?!



    hiya swine. We all missed your poignant prose.


By patrick on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 06:54 pm:

    both of em are kinda cute dougie. the blond pixie/twiggy girl though is wayyyyy too skinny.


By Dougie on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 06:58 pm:

    I only saw the one on the right. The left image was broken.


By patrick on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 06:58 pm:

    hit the reload....homestead page builder is like that


By blindswine on Tuesday, August 21, 2001 - 07:49 pm:

    blitz the poo!

    she's a scorpio.

    astrological headcheese.
    interstellar haggis.
    cosmic bootyschwagg.


    whassup wisper?

    speaking of past drool--

    i remember when you asked me if i wanted to take a ride in your meatmobile.


    my johnson has always been my favorite villain.




By semillama on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 08:50 am:

    They are both too skinny, but pretty.


By patrick on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 11:09 am:

    i should have posted my email addy.


    nico doesnt know any of you from adam. and im the one doing the mailings.


    the brunette is 6'3" shes appropriate for her height. the other girl is indeed though


By Spider on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 11:35 am:

    What's wrong with the brunette's tits? They look like they're slipping off her chest.


By patrick on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 11:42 am:

    as much as i've looked at her...and in fact ive seen her tits....they look completely normal. I think it has something to do with the fact that a)shes turned at an angle and b)shes not wearing a bra.

    trust me....when she flashed the freeway walking across the footbridge they looked normal.


By droopy on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 12:35 pm:

    i had a dream this weekend that spider was in. my dreams are almost always incoherent, stream-of-consciousness strings of images that i can't remember the next day. but i do remember the last scene of the dream. i am in sort of a greek amphitheater - a stage at the bottom of natural basin with rows of stone seats that radiate up from the stage on a grassy slope, in tiers - with what i think was all of the people who had been in the dream already. we are all on the middle of the slope, there's nothing going on on the stage.

    at some point a small spider scuttles by and i kill with some kind of spray bottle - not an aerosol but a pump spray of something. i chase the spider with it, spraying it till finally dies. when it's over, i look up and see rhiannon sitting on one of the seats (it's just her, ya know?). she hadn't been in the dream previously. she looks stricken and says, "i didn't know you could be so cruel."

    so i was a villain.


By patrick on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 12:37 pm:

    actually sarah was in my dream last night. much like droops i can't remember anything about it.

    or all the sorabji people, she and nate have been in my dreams the most. for no apparent reason.

    its kinda of disturbing


By Spider on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 01:55 pm:

    Ah, it appears I am the keeper of droopy's virtue as well as Nate's and my own.

    So did you wake up right after that or did something else happen?


    You know, I like villains.


By droopy on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 02:48 pm:

    i don't think anything else happened. that's all i remember. maybe tonight i'll dream you're presiding over my auto da fé. or a good spanking.


By Spider on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 03:13 pm:

    I think the auto-da-fe plot would be much more interesting, but then *I'd* have to be the villain and I don't want that.

    I've had strange dreams recently. Nobody from these parts appeared in them.


By Nate on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 03:33 pm:

    you know, the longer you keep my virtue, the less i have it.


By Spider on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 03:49 pm:

    hmmm....

    How do you propose I give it back to you?


By Antigone on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 04:11 pm:

    Strangers in the night...exchanging fluids...

    Sing with me!

    Strangers in the night...


By Spider on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 04:35 pm:

    I was thinking more along the lines of a metaphysical astralplanar ectoplasmic transplant.


By Spider on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 04:35 pm:

    I was thinking more along the lines of a metaphysical astralplanar ectoplasmic transplant.


By Spider on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 04:35 pm:

    Aw, fuck.


By TBone on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 04:38 pm:

    How about a physical transplanar orgasmic assplant?


By FUCKO on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 04:39 pm:

    FUCKO!!! LET ME SMELL YOUR ASS!!!


By Chupacabra on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 04:48 pm:

    CHUPO, LET ME SUCK YOUR GOAT!!!


By Spider on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 04:49 pm:

    No. Apart from the moral and aesthetic violations that it would involve, Nate would get *my* virtue, and we can't have that.


By FUCKO on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 05:02 pm:

    CHUPO!!! YOU SUCK FUCKO'S GOAT!!!!


By Nate on Wednesday, August 22, 2001 - 07:16 pm:

    i fear you have no virtue but my own, spider.

    a side effect of being catholic, methinks. they take your virtue and put it in a little hollow stone and imbed it in the altar of st. whomever's church.

    each sunday you go to church and watch the priest kiss your ass goodbye.

    metaphysically speaking, of course.


By heather on Thursday, August 23, 2001 - 02:19 pm:

    i have a collection of virtues


    some of them are very tricky

    of course stealing virtues is pretty tricky in itself- the stealing aspect kind of causes problems

    if you're lucky i'll let you see them one day


By J on Tuesday, September 4, 2001 - 05:28 am:

    I'm back,My skylight has been broken into,to get in my room,I think Ryan did it,if any of you ever pass my way,will you kick his ass? I had fun in spite of them,I went snorkling,and sea fishing,and hiked in real hot,humid,miserable jungles,and have so been ate up by bugs.My ass is killing me,ocean water,salt and sand just don't cut the mustard and I have a horrible rash everywhere elastic touched me,but everytthing was sooo beautiful. I saw tucans and jesus christ lizards and howler monkeys,and these little bats that looked like cotton balls.No problem getting ganja.


By Czarina on Tuesday, September 4, 2001 - 10:27 am:

    Yea! Glad you're back.It sounds like a good trip.

    Did Ryan-the-roof-boy get anything?


By TART BLOOD on Thursday, March 18, 2004 - 03:52 pm:

    EXCUSE MY IGNORANCE BUT IM TRYING TO FIGURE OUT THE TITLE OF A BLACK AND WHITE VAMPIRE MOVIE,I THINK ITS PRETTY POPULAR BUT ANYWAY THE VAMPIRE IS BALD WEARING ALL BLACK CLOTHING PALE SKIN OFCORSE AND VERY KNARLY TEETH. BELLA LAGOSI MAYBE? ID REALLY LIKE TO GET SOME PHOTOS OR ART WORK SO IF YOU CAN HELP ATALL ID GREATLY PRESH IT.


By semillama on Thursday, March 18, 2004 - 04:33 pm:

    It's Nosferatu of course. He was famous for preying on the blood of people who type in all caps.


By Spider on Thursday, March 18, 2004 - 05:42 pm:


By patrick on Thursday, March 18, 2004 - 05:58 pm:

    greatly preshit?


    what like, take a dump in advance of receiving this vital information? and just how great will this preshit be?


By TBone on Thursday, March 18, 2004 - 07:36 pm:

    I just watched an MST3k in which they watched an episode of General Hospital as a short before the movie... and there was this depressing, dark-clad nurse that Crow called "Nurse Feratu"
    .
    I'd also like to register my wholehearted approval of Hydrocodone.


By sarah on Friday, May 27, 2011 - 03:14 pm:


    note to self. post back to this thread later tonight, maybe in the wee hours. whenever i get home from happy hour.




By sarah on Sunday, May 29, 2011 - 04:17 pm:

    the thing about being a middle aged mother of two is that going out for happy hour with a friend on a friday night is a monumental event.


    oooooh i got drunk and we had too much fun.


    back to the subject of weening out friends. when it occurred to me that, family-wise, we have gotten to a place where going out for drinks on a friday night is actually a logistical possibility, i considered very carefully with whom i wanted to go out drinking. i wasn't going to waste this opportunity going out with just anyone.


    so i called up my girl claudia. i usually only see claudia during nfl season because technically she's senor's friend. they watch the steelers together with other steelers fans. claudia is fucking awesome. she's a food critic, wine and liquor rep, and writer from mexico city. she's hilarious, smart, interesting, well-traveled and worldly, easy going, fun loving, sassy, and very loving.


    she and i have a lot in common though it wouldn't seem obvious to the casual observer. one is that we are both love and are happily married to solid, good, responsible, likeable, simple men who mostly ignore day in and day out. i'm not sure we deserve to complain, but we do anyway.

    as it turns out we also both enjoy ogling good looking men at happy hour who don't always ignore us. just looking. no touching.

    we also both love cooking and gardening.

    she took me to uchiko where half our bill was comped. we drank a lot of unfiltered sake and ate the most creative sushi ever. we were the first ones there, securing our seats at the bar for the next 3 hours, while we talked shit and laughed and all that good stuff. little old nobody me felt like i was out with a food rock star because half the staff approached her with hugs for the duration of our stay.


    then it was the same at vino vino. truthfully i had very little interest in going there, because it's a wine bar in central austin that everyone goes on and on about, which likely means that i'll hate it. but i was drunk and up for whatever so we went. and i loved it. not the food or wine - we had neither. i loved it because the inside was very dark and sexy and simple and beautiful. we had this crazy yummy tequila cocktail with fresh squeezed red grapefruit. it was a traditional mexican tequila, which i don't usually enjoy because to me they taste like i'm licking an ashtray. but this one was earthy and woody and delicious. i had two.


    i haven't drank that much outside of my own home in a long, long time. i was really hungover the next day and did not regret it at all, because i had so much fun.


    some people drink too much and it spirals out of control into an evil messy drama. i see it happen all the time. that never happens to me. i drink too much and i just get either really deep into my thoughts and i want to go on and on and on about KRS1 being a man way ahead of his time (annoying) and/or i just get very giggly and silly.


    alcohol is also a truth serum. i'm not the person who will call you up the next day and say, "i didn't mean that, i was just drunk." take for example that night 10+ years ago with heather. were we drunk? very. did i mean it? hell yes. (i use that example only because it's relevant to most of the people who may read this.) i may regret saying or doing something while drunk, but i would never try to invalidate it by using alcohol as the scapegoat.


    for better or for worse, alcohol has the power to make me tell the truth in word or in deed about who i really am, how i really feel, what i really want.


    that's what's so awesome about the drunken ramblings here. you sober up the next day and whatever it is you were doing or feeling while you were drunk, there it is in black and white. it's not going away.


    i'm not sure why the CIA bothered doing all those LSD tests. just get their detainees really drunk. they'll likely give up the truth and not even remember the next day.





By sarah on Tuesday, May 31, 2011 - 06:00 pm:


    some days i feel like giving up on you people.




By la on Wednesday, June 1, 2011 - 01:36 am:

    Went out to drink on Thursday with housemate and houseguest. The vegan bar (half a mile from the house) was closed, so we went to the one that's electronics-themed a block away. They had whiskey sours and I have no idea what I had. Some beer.

    We wandered down the street, glad for the drippy Portland springtime because we'd forgotten it was Last Thursday. The sake bar was open, and the three of us shared a flight with some edamame and rice crackers. They kept going and I went home to eat, having been distracted by my moustache project and not having eaten all day.


    Tonight was good. Boy was busy so I got my cooking buddy to come over and made pad thai again. While laughing about dating life sillyness. I'm watching my phone like a hawk for texts and he's been on three dates after being on dating website for a week. I like having friends.


By sarah on Wednesday, June 1, 2011 - 01:22 pm:


    oh sweet and sour jesus, thank you pez.




By Dougie on Wednesday, June 1, 2011 - 01:25 pm:

    We had Veuve Clicquot to celebrate the arrival of the babies last night. That's about the extent of my excitement for the past couple of days. Besides changing diapers and getting no sleep.


By sarah on Wednesday, June 1, 2011 - 01:30 pm:


    oh god the sleep deprivation. i feel your pain.

    do you still have your dog Sarah? how does she like the new family members?




By sarah on Wednesday, June 1, 2011 - 03:08 pm:


    mark. please don't leave me.




By Dougie on Wednesday, June 1, 2011 - 10:47 pm:

    Yes, we still have Sarah, sarah. She loves them. Very protective of them.


By heather on Thursday, June 2, 2011 - 06:43 am:

    You already know that I just don't write like that. I don't have that many words. When I write to myself it looks like a poem but it's really just

    Very.
    Short.
    Sentences. With space around them.

    I was thinking of pasting one for you but it would have a pretty big embarrassment factor. You could just call me. I'll do it though, if you ask. Three months of writing -- one topic.


By sarah on Thursday, June 2, 2011 - 12:37 pm:


    why would i want you to write any thing or any way other than what and how you write? surely i would not ask you to do anything that would make you feel embarrassed.

    i can call you and text you any time i want, and usually do. but it doesn't taste like the juice squeezed from the white box on the black background and the ridiculous yellow comic sans.


    it's not what or how.

    just do the thing.





By semillama on Thursday, June 2, 2011 - 02:42 pm:

    Going out? doesn't happen too often with us, maybe every other month we get a date night when a grandparent is in town. And lately we've been picking ice cream over alcohol (but when you live in a city with Jeni's Splendid Ice Creams and Graeter's that's understandable).

    We did go out a while back with a couple of friends for dinner, ice cream AND drinks. It felt sort of weird, it's been so long. But I don't really miss it - I'm content to pick up a six-pack of a beer we haven't tried before to consume over a weekend nowadays.


By blindswine on Thursday, June 2, 2011 - 04:30 pm:

    woke up this morning feeling like Iā€™m harboring demons again. Not the kind that would clean up all those empty beer bottles, do something about that flat kick drum or put some bite in that fake old organā€”but the kind that fuck with your balance, making every position uncomfortable. Theyā€™d be responsible for the collapsing discs in my neck, the weakness in my right arm and probably the constant hunger in the pit of my stomach, too. Last night I had that dream where the dead man kept telling me not to hold on to my need. He said it collects at the bottom of your soul and goes bad, trapping your energy in the same sick cycles. Need makes you repeat the same mistakes, he says, opening old wounds-- building new scar tissue over the same old damage. So now, as I sit on the platform waiting for the train that never came, Iā€™m supposed to bite back on the building rage and just go zen. I tell myself itā€™s easy, but I donā€™t know if disengaging completely is the same as going zen. What Iā€™ve got is more like boxing up some parts of a puzzle that ended up never fitting in, then lighting them all on fire. like that comedian with his horatio algiers jokesā€”ā€œYOU GOTTA BEAT THOSE KIDS! GIVE ā€˜EM THE HARDSCRABBLE! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU GIVE YOUR KIDS SAFE, LOVING ENVIRONMENTS? BUMS!!!ā€ I laughed and laughed and laughed. Still laughing while looking down at the text on the phone, telling me that so-and-so from ancient history feels really, really sorry. But Iā€™ve already gone zen-- I donā€™t care how you live, how you die, and I sure as shit donā€™t care how you feel. and this quietness is the first step towards serenityā€”no more suffocating ā€œusā€ and ā€œweā€, no more listening to that inane mantra, or how sheā€™s going to inherit millions of dollars when sheā€™s 35, no more contemplating that downward spiral mapped out on the resume or planning a professional rebound. no more noise, no more static, no more anything. Quiet focus, silent surrender, and then someday youā€™ll be the dead man in somebody elseā€™s dreams, whispering the truth from beyond.


By blindswine on Thursday, June 2, 2011 - 05:19 pm:


By Oldman on Thursday, June 2, 2011 - 05:24 pm:

    Damn good read! Iā€™m envious of your skills.


By sarah on Thursday, June 2, 2011 - 06:17 pm:


    that's the juice.





By heather on Friday, June 3, 2011 - 05:57 pm:

    Now you know why I burned my journals. That was from March by the way.


By sarah on Friday, June 3, 2011 - 10:24 pm:


    nonsense.


    love love love.



By sarah on Wednesday, June 8, 2011 - 06:28 pm:



    i came here to say something totally unimportant.


    since the whole toshiba buttfuckathon, we have been without television for three full months. i was okay with that, but senor couldn't take it any more and he got our tv situation taken care.

    i am the master of dvr and immediately started surfing around to record Detroit 1-8-7 or at least find it on demand, and came up empty handed. i was devastated.

    until i realized that our tv *and* our dvd player both are internet ready, so i can stream that shit whenever. there's also pandora and napster (wtf?) and youtube and netflix and all these alternative ways to access all the media i could ever want, all from the comfort of my italian made sofa. word.


    only problem is, we don't watch tv. there's no time, with all these figs, and hard boiled eggs, and laundry, and odd-job commitments, and dogs, and kids, and meals, and errands, and birthday parties (cupcakes, balloons, inflatable dual water slide, and a keg). what we do is get the kids in bed and watch 23 minutes of Weeds and crawl into bed and crash out. so i'm filling up the dvr with all kindsa stuff that'll end up getting auto deleted after a certain while.

    in some ways all i have is time now, but i fill it up too quickly. i need to discipline myself to leave one day a week for nothing. not in july though. july i'm pulling TD1 out of school. she needs a mental health break from the grueling work of being sensory over responsive. so we're just gonna chill in july. chill being relative. i mean, she is 3 and a half years old.


    what else. oh yeah, unemployment has freed up a lot of time to reconnect with old friends. i've been communicating a lot, via phone, text, email, facebook. getting caught up. formerly a sporadic luxury, now an almost daily enjoyment.

    this really should have been posted under valium.



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