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i love halloween. i love spooky music, costume parties and candy. i like making a mess while attacking a squash with sharp knives. i like dancing around a room with a ridiculous getup. last night i got off work at 11pm and dressed in a half-hearted strawberry shortcake costume. no hat, no freckles, wrong shirt but i had the correct tights. i went and sat with the fellow* on the curb for half an hour (cold concrete directly underneath my ass) before riding north. tonight i am hosting a halloween party with my housemates. planning to dress up as an opera singer, backstage with sheet music and a bathrobe. after that, i'm not sure what i'm dressing up as. so, happy halloween folks. i hope you enjoy it as much as i do, and i'd like to hear about slash see pictures of your costumes. *the guy** i've been seeing this week. hopefully next week too, but so far i've been taking it one day at a time. i like him a lot. **guys are generally zoobombers. i don't like using the word 'guy' much. i use dude is the person in question is in sight. man and men are words that feel weird using and i don't use the word 'boys' unless i'm talking to my girls. |
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that's why i usually pass on halloween and celebrate el dia de los muertos. nuthin' like a party in a cemetery with sugar skulls and tequila. ˇfiesta! |
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Since I'm kind of sort of trying to get fired at the first job, maybe I should dress up as something utterly insane. I hear that the guy who played Blofeld in the Bond movies had epic battles with that white cat. Apparently in many of the scenes the cat was clawing him viciously and he managed to stay remarkably calm. I'm impressed with that acting ability. |
that's all i got. |
hey droop, my housemate's girlfriend is in a chair and that doesn't stop her from dressing any way she wants. but if you think it's that limiting, turn it into a pirate ship. arrrrrr! |
tonight i'm going to be playing "rocky horror" tunes and other halloween selections at a sort of a talent show at a gay bar. should be interesting. |
I was Raccoon Super Mario, and went to the Halloween party of the big comic book store in Toronto. A nerd overload, a place where my costume could truly be appreciated. Drunk chicks love mario. |
My god. |
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heard from my sister again. my dad really is coming to texas to "visit me". sometime in november, apparently. he only calls her, but told her he wasn't coming to see her because she didn't come to see him once (she is the only one who ever visits him at all, but she missed him once). nevertheless, he's decided to fly to austin - near my sister but 175 miles away from me. i still haven't heard one word from him and i sure as hell don't want to call him. i don't know if i want to visit him in austin and just get him out of my hair or what. i wouldn't cross a room to spend time to him, i don't see why i should drive 175 miles. |
i dunno, he's your dad. make the effort, keep expectations low, write it off if it doesn't work out. repeat. someday, he'll be gone. forever. good luck. |
i know they're the same ol wimpy dems, but this picture is great. they look like they're about to bust a cap in someone's ass. |
this message brought to you by a professional compartmentalizer. droop...while i also dont know the story, i would suggest you keep some options open. as a parent (and child) you only get one shot at it. the pain not trying is worse than the pain trying and being let down and of course there's the outside possibility of success. |
just so everyone knows, there are no deep or unresolved issues between my dad and me or any such crap. nor do i have expectations. it's just that we've always been able to live without each other. |
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dave, i didn't know you're in p-town all the frickin' time! you've never attempted contact! bastid. |
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nice. granted it started out cheaper than god should have allowed, but it's a pretty steep hike. i dented my sigg bottle, now it has character. i want cookies. |
i am borrowing a canon 10D. and an assortment of lenses. it's like someone lending you their car, but much more breakable. i may buy the camera. he will keep his lenses. maybe i'll have something for the photo place later. maybe i should post some nudies of <ahem>. |
kidding. about the innuendo. |
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that's like a medical equipment markup. i hate paying for stuff. |
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But if you'd rather, I'll make them invisible to non-sorabjiites. |
i might submit a picture, who knows. why is it that if i use the firefox "find in this page" thing once, for a while it will call it up again every time i type an apostrophe and them suddenly stop. |
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my computer was running really slow so i decided to end some processes taking up ram. bad idea. not even a clock. |
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v, you're a hackers' cream dream, bad typing and all. |
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last night was one of my "all night sips" where i have many many well paced glasses of the good stuff deep into the night while listening to music. i did a google image search to try find my table, but it was nowhere to be found. i can find dinner tables, occasional tables, or desks, but not the combination of all three that my table (which, yes, i now own) seems to be. i can safely place its age as one of the many late depression/wartime era pieces we're always getting into the shop - inexpensively made but built to last. one interesting little feature is the side cupboard which has, instead of shelves, several irregularly placed ledges. apparently for display, but it reminds of certain small animal cages where they climb around on ledges like that. i'm inclined to remove the door and replace the it with a frame door with mesh or chicken wire and keep lizards or mice in there. probably not, but who knows what'll happen on the next all night sip. got an email from my sister: "Dad will be coming to Texas. He will fly into San Antonio on the evening of the 17th of this month. I have him scheduled to play golf with Jamie [her husband] on Friday – tee time 11am. We'll take him to dinner on Friday night. I'll drive him up to the farm on Saturday (Jamie has to work) for a fun-filled day of “quality time” for the both of us to spend with him. We will have dinner at the farm then I'll take him back to Newk’s that evening so he can catch his Sunday flight back to RI." sounds painless. it'll be worth it to get my carcass out of the city and get some hill country air. |
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i'm not especially interested in seeing my father. but i think it would piss my sister off if i bailed on her. |
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--carcassumption what do you call it when one dead body helps another dead body? --carcassistance what do you call it when a bunch of dead bodies get together? --carcassembly what do you call it when a bunch of different dead bodies get together? --carcassortment what do you call it when a bunch of dead bodies organize for one purpose? --carcassociation what do you call a task to be carried out by a bunch of dead bodies? --carcassignment what is it called when a bunch of dead bodies plan to attack you? --carcassault what do you call a dead bodies who plan to kill you? --carcassasins what else do you call dead bodies who plan to kill you? --carcassholes |
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