One More for the Road

my numero uno.

2011-01-29T22:51:00.000-08:00

Two Greats.

2011-01-29T22:50:00.002-08:00

Street Hassle.

2011-01-29T22:50:00.001-08:00

Hey, that cunt's not breathing..I think she's had too much, of something or the other, you know what I mean. I don't mean to scare you, but you're the one who came here, and you're the one whose gotta take her when you leave. I'm not being smart , or trying to be cold on my part and I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve..but you know people get all emotional and sometimes man, they just don't act rational. They think they're just on TV. Sha-la-la-la man, Why don't you just slip her away.You know, I'm glad that we met man, It was really nice talking. And I really wish that there was a little more time to speak, but you know it could be a hassle, trying to explain myself to a police officer about how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed. And it's not like we could help, but there was nothing no one could do, and if there was, man, you know I would have been the first. But when someone turns that blue..well, it's a universal truth, and then you just know that bitch will never fuck again. By the way, that's some really bad shit that you came to our place with, but you ought to be more careful around the little girls. It's either the best or it's the worst, and since I don't have to choose I guess I won't, and I know this ain't no way to treat a guest but why don't you grab your old lady by the feet, and just lay her out on the darkened street. And, by morning, she's just another hit and run. You know, some people got no choice, and they can't never find a voice to talk with that they can even call their own. So the first thing that they see, that allows them the right to be..why they follow it, you know, its called bad luck

baha. Oh Vincent.

2011-01-29T22:49:00.000-08:00

"I don't trust or love anyone. Because people are so creepy. Creepy creepy creeps. Creeping around. Creeping here and creeping there. Creeping everywhere. Crippity crappity creepies." - Vincent Gallo

true this.

2011-01-29T22:46:00.000-08:00

"The way I feel about music is that there is no right and wrong. Only true and false." -Fiona Apple

Everything you can think of

2011-01-29T22:38:00.000-08:00

(Everything you can think of is true

Before the ocean was blue
We were lost in a flood

Run red with your blood

Nigerian skeleton crew

Everything you can think of is true

The dish ran away with the spoon
Dig deep in your heart for that little red glow
We’re decomposing as we go

Everything you can think of is true

And fishes make wishes on you

We’re fighting our way up dreamland’s spine

Red flamingos and expensive wine

Everything you can think of is true

The baby’s asleep in your shoe

Your teeth are buildings with yellow doors

Your eyes are fish on a creamy shore)

2011-01-29T09:32:00.000-08:00

2011-01-29T09:30:00.000-08:00

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago
Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world.

strangeways.

2011-01-29T09:28:00.000-08:00

*

And I think to myself in this academy of fear..
where am I going, what am I doing here?
but strangeways is all I got

in the wise words of primus.

2011-01-29T09:27:00.000-08:00

Questions deserving answers

answers deserving action what am I, of the populi?

I am but a fraction.

one day Jack.

2011-01-29T09:25:00.000-08:00

"One day, men will look back and say I gave birth to the twentieth century."

-Jack the Ripper

I can never get sick of this movie.

2011-01-29T09:17:00.000-08:00

...

Karen Pommeroy: "This could be the death of an entire way of life, the end of an era..."

Donnie: "Why should we care?"

Karen Pommeroy: "Because the rabbits are us, Donnie. "

Donnie: "Why should I mourn for a rabbit like he was human? "

Karen Pommeroy: "Are you saying that the death of one species is less tragic then another?"

Donnie: "Of course. The rabbit's not like us.. It has no... keen look at something in the mirror, it has no history books, no photographs, no knowledge of sorrow or regret... I mean, I'm sorry, Miss Pommeroy, don't get me wrong; ya know, I like rabbits and all. They're cute and they're horny. And if you're cute and you're horny, then you're probably happy, in that you don't know who you are and why you're even alive. And you just wanna have sex as many times as possible, before you die... I mean, I just don't see the point in crying over a dead rabbit! Ya know who...who never even feared death to begin with"

Night Terrors - the hag dream

2010-02-25T23:01:00.000-08:00

Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night to find you can't breathe, you can't move, and you can feel or just know that there is an evil presence in your room? All of a sudden you burst into waking life again and realize it was a dream, a very real , very vivid, very disturbing dream. When it first happened to me I thought it was a ghost or a demon. My friend and I were having a sleepover and she said to me "have you ever heard of the hag dream?", she explained it was a dream in which a woman is sitting beside your bed or on your chest, you feel as though you are awake and you are unable to breathe, speak or move or anything. She said when someone tells you about the dream it makes you have it too. Of course we were kinda spooked, especially in my creepy ass house, but we went to bed and both of us had the hag dream that night. It was most likely because we talked about it but since that night I've had the dream multiple times. I decided to look into it and found some interesting info, this is a phenomenon that's been going on for centuries. When a person is in a half waking state but still half asleep.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis

interesting stuff ain't it? Share it with me if you've experienced something similar!

vancouver fun.

2009-09-06T12:12:00.000-07:00

So I went to the art gallery on the weekend to see an exhibit of art by the "dutch masters" truth be told I found it a bit dull compared to other artists I've seen but I'm always amazed at how they painted people back in the day. They look so real. The painting depicting the revolutionary war were my favorite, but no surprises there. If it doesn't involve destruction, death or gloom I'm usually not interested. I also had a look at this really cool exhibition they had, it was a setup of houses and interior design, one from the 60's, 70's, 80's and 90's. You would go up one level at a time to see each house. Of course they wouldn't let me take pictures so now I've gone on a google quest to find inspiring pictures of interior design in 60's and 70's houses. I'm determined to make my room look that way. I LOVE the tv's. I would ditch my high def color for one of those awesome tv's. Everything had style, from the knobs on the stove to the tv's to the bathtub. God I wish I was alive then.

I found some pics of cool telly's and I thought I should share em'

are these not the coolest things ever?

Village of the damned.

2009-09-02T23:21:00.000-07:00

Bat For Lashes.

2009-08-26T20:54:00.000-07:00

So I'm not much of a writer, which is why I neglect this blog . It's an empty box asking me to fill it with my words which is a very daunting thing, especially when the header of my blog is the title of a compilation of Ray Bradbury works and my first ever post is a quote from Alice in Wonderland. How the hell can I compete with that? I think I've set the bar too high for myself! However, what I experienced last night was something I had wished for a long time and to not write about it would be a very sad thing that would totally undermine the experience if I wasn't to write about it adoringly and document it forever, so I will brave the empty box and this terrible intro to try and explain last night, August 25th 2009, in Vancouver, at the Bat for Lashes show and the events leading up to it.

The only concerts I've been to have been Britney Spears, N'sync, (I was 10 , blame my parents) Def Leppard, (blame my deprived youth) Primus (blame no one this concert was awesome!) and Coldplay , which I wasn't particularly excited about and don't care for much. When my friend and I found out that Natasha Khan was coming to Vancouver and that I would finally be able to go to a show, to see someone who I was genuinely inspired by, in an intimate setting, we tried our very best to get tickets but they sold out. Not to get our hopes down we decided to make the journey down there by bus and skytrain (hassled by a crazy drunk old men who found it necessary to slap me on the knee and say "hey you!" when I was trying my very best to ignore him) , and see if there were none being sold at the door or scalped. We went to the back of a veeeery long line of trendy looking black legging wearing, leathered jacket, hippy headbanded people who had been sitting there for a good hour. My friend, after she and I had decided waiting in line was not very productive and no one appeared to be scalping them, ran to the front asking if they had any tickets for sale. After being told by a very sympathetic promoter that no, in fact, there was nothing left we exited the line and stood to the side feeling very dejected. It must have showed since a guy very quickly approached us "what's the matter girls you look sad!". "We can't get tickets", we explained. He turned around and yelled out to the people "does anybody have any tickets they can sell to these girls?! I know some of you got some tickets you can sell!" A guy came out of the line and offered one ticket to my friend, she was tentative about it because it's only one and I said "take it damnet!" having a feeling we'd get another one and right away our kind new friend said "I got one I can sell to you". I was elated! I was ready to go home and cry and my night had turned around completely! He high-fived us a couple times each and promised us he'd "give you guys a fat doobie inside when I see you!". We were stamped, verified that we were of legal age and allowed to enter. Headed straight for the Bat for Lashes paraphernalia to pick up our souvenirs (after making a mad dash to the bathroom) , grabbed a beer each and proceeded to wait for the opening band to get off the stage.

The Stage was set up with little lights wrapped around the mikes and whatnot, two large porcelain dolls holding hands in the back that reminded me of the little girls from the shining. There was a huge and beautiful backdrop of a wolf howling against the moon and little jesus figurines, small details like that which gave the whole thing a mystical and spiritual kind of feel. The lighting was "romantic" and "like a highschool disco, will he dance with me tonight?" Natasha joked halfway through the show.

The Lights dimmed and cast a blue glow on the stage and the audience erupted in cheers and howls and catcalls as the band came on, Natasha last. She smiled at the audience and then turned her back on us and a ghostly beautiful voice ...

"I will rise now, and go about the city
In the street's, Broadways I seek
Him who my soul loveth"

Her dancing was totally unique and beautiful. Unfortunately most of the Vancouver crowd was to cool and pretentious to dance for it (aside from cheering loudly and clapping enthusiastically at the end of each song) . They just stood there and watched or filmed it with their cellphones and cameras and fat heads in front of me until near the end of the show. Which upsets me because I wanted her to remember this show as a good one where people are responsive, not just standing there staring at her. There was a scattering of people dancing and getting into it but I was disappointed with the general audience. Nevertheless she put on a fantastic show and I think live they are even better than the album. She played a beautiful kind of solo performance of Prescilla on some weird instrument, I don't even know what it was.

This is going to sound kind of silly and like the wishful thinking of a 14 year old, but a few times while she was playing the piano I think she made direct eye contact with me and if she did I hope she realized how much we truly enjoyed it and got some encouragement although I doubt she needs it. We did stick out being the few people dancing and getting into it so I wouldn't be surprised if she noticed us, I hope she did!

Well that's that. I'd write more detail but I'm getting tired and hungry!

goodnight.

morals

2009-06-20T00:07:00.001-07:00

^^^
"I dare say you're wondering why I don't put my arm round your waist," the Duchess said, after a pause: "the reason is, that I'm doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the experiment?"
He might bite," Alice cautiously replied, not feeling at all anxious to have the experiment tried.
"Very true," said the Duchess: "flamingoes and mustard both bite. And the moral of that is -- 'Birds of a feather flock together.' "
"Only mustard isn't a bird," Alice remarked.
"Right as usual," said the Duchess: "what a clear way you have of putting things!"
"It's a mineral I think," said Alice.
"Of course it is," said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree to everything that Alice said: "there's a large mustard-mine near here. And the moral of that is -- 'The more there is of mine, the less there is of yours.' "
"Oh I know!" exclaimed Alice, who had not attended to this last remark. "It's a vegetable. It doesn't look like one, but it is."
"I quite agree with you," said the duchess; "and the moral of that is -- 'Be what you would seem to be' --- or, if you'd like to put it more simply --- 'Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.' "
"I think I should understand that better," Alice said very politely, "if you had it written down: but I can't quite follow it as you say it."
"That's nothing to what I could say if I chose," the Duchess replied, in a pleased tone.