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hooker with a heart o' gold [29 Jan 2004|04:26pm]
Since everyone is posting old(er) pictures of themselves...I feel compelled to join in the merriment. This one is from about 5 years ago -- and I post it not because I am necessarily enamored of it...but because it is the only one I have scanned.

This is myself and my best friend and creative partner, Subatomica, at the dive known as Tokyo Garden. When this picture was taken, I was preparing to climb my wicked ass onstage and give a kickin' karaoke rendition of Tom Jones' "Delilah." In true Jackal form, we were also smoking and mocking like fiends. I am the one with the bare legs and the wry smile.

By the way...Fresno was never quite the same after hearing my searing version of "Delilah".

I fucking killed.


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hark! is that bee lavender savagely chainsawing all those jefferson airplane albums into mulch? [29 Jan 2004|03:05pm]



"I'm a John Denver freak, and I don't give a shit that he looks like a fucking turkey."
-- Grace Slick
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my tears are falling...like ping-pong balls [23 Jan 2004|03:20pm]




'Captain Kangaroo' Bob Keeshan Dies at 76


QUECHEE, Vt. (Jan. 23) - Bob Keeshan, who gently entertained and educated generations of children as television's walrus-mustachioed Captain Kangaroo, died Friday at 76.

Keeshan died of a long illness, his family said in a statement.

Keeshan's ''Captain Kangaroo'' premiered on CBS in 1955 and ran for 30 years before moving to public television for six more. It was wildly popular among children and won six Emmy Awards, three Gabriels and three Peabody Awards.

The format was simple: Each day, Captain Kangaroo, with his sugar-bowl haircut and uniform coat, would wander through his Treasure House, chatting with his good friend Mr. Green Jeans, played by Hugh ''Lumpy'' Brannum.

He would visit with puppet animals, like Bunny Rabbit, who was scolded for eating too many carrots, and Mr. Moose, who loved to tell knock-knock jokes.

But the show revolved about the grandfatherly Captain Kangaroo, whose name was inspired by the kangaroo pouch-like pockets of the coat Keeshan wore.

''I was impressed with the potential positive relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, so I chose an elderly character,'' Keeshan said.

Keeshan, born in Lynbrook, N.Y., became a page at NBC while he was in high school. He joined the Marine Corps in 1945.

His first television appearance came in 1948, when he played the voiceless, horn-honking Clarabell the Clown on the ''Howdy Doody Show,'' a role he created and played for five years.

Later he played Corny the clown, the host of a noontime cartoon program in New York City.

''Captain Kangaroo'' debuted on Oct. 3, 1955, and Keeshan remained in that role until 1993.

Keeshan, who moved to Vermont in 1990, remained active as a children's advocate, writing books, lecturing and lobbying on behalf of children's issues.

He was critical of today's TV programs for children, saying they were too full of violence. And he spoke wherever he went about the importance of good parenting.

''Parents are the ultimate role models for children,'' he said. ''Every word, movement and action has an effect. No other person or outside force has a greater influence on a child than the parent.''

When Fred Rogers, the gentle host of ''Mister Rogers' Neighborhood,'' died last year, Keeshan recalled how they often spoke about the state of children's programming.

''I don't think it's any secret that Fred and I were not very happy with the way children's television had gone,'' Keeshan said.

In 1987, Keeshan and former Tennessee Gov. Lamar Alexander co-founded Corporate Family Solutions, an organization that provided day-care programs to businesses around the country.

Keeshan believed children learn more in the first six years of life than at any other time and was a strong advocate of day care that provides emotional, physical and intellectual development for children.

''Play is the work of children. It's very serious stuff. And if it's properly structured in a developmental program, children can blossom,'' he said.

Keeshan's wife, Jeanne, died in 1990. He had three children.
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i'd like to dedicate this to a young man who doesn't think he's seen anything good today... [23 Jan 2004|09:50am]
byron cook?

this one's for YOU...


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howard dean: the "hardcore in 2004" tour [23 Jan 2004|09:08am]


Democratic presidential candidate Howard Dean turned to late-night comedy Thursday to poke fun at his arm-waving outburst in Iowa that has proven politically damaging. Dean taped an appearance on "Late Night with David Letterman" in which he presented the Top 10 list.

The subject of Dean's list was:



"Ways, I, Howard Dean, can turn things around."


10. Switch to decaf.

9. Unveil new slogan, "Vote for Dean and get one dollar off your next purchase at Blimpie."

8. Marry Rachel on the final episode of "Friends."

7. Don't change a thing, it's going great.

6. Show a little more skin.

5. Go on "American Idol" and give them a taste of those pipes.

4. Start working out and speaking with an Austrian accent.

3. I can't give specifics yet, but it involves Ted Danson.

2. Fire the staffer who suggested I do this Lousy Top 10 List instead of actually campaigning.

1. Oh, I don't know - maybe fewer, red-faced rants
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our last president got a blow-job in the oval office... [21 Jan 2004|12:22pm]
and this one is fucking us ALL in the ass, coast-to-coast, baby.



The way I see it, we simply have a duty. We owe it to future generations to stand up now and DO SOMETHING about what is currently happening in this country...because if we don't, mark my words: one day, our children and grandchildren are going to come to us, outraged -- just like I did to MY mother and grandmother regarding the horrific atrocities of WWII -- and demand to know:

"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP IT? WHY DIDN'T YOU DO ANYTHING? HOW COULD YOU NOT HAVE SEEN WHAT WAS HAPPENING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES?"

We are living in a time when Right Wing social and political intolerance are trendy -- they are the popular and accepted stance to take, the bandwagon on which to jump -- as evidenced by the inexplicable popularity of smug, hateful bastards like Anne Coulter and Joe Scarborough (both of whose smirks eerily match that of their fearless leader, G.W.).

But by the time this unfortunate trend passes (and it will) and people wake up to the ravaged devastation that is their civil rights, human rights, reproductive rights, national economy, and once proud place on the world stage as a peaceable nation...it will be FAR too late. The damage -- that will most certainly last throughout our own lifetimes, and stretch well into the lives of our children -- will be done. It will affect the quality of their lives in ways that cannot now be measured or even imagined.

That is, if they even still have their lives.

Because even Bush's own troops are now beginning to see the futility, treachery, and malfeasance in his current and future military plans and are NOT re-enlisting (and even, in increasing numbers, simply going AWOL), there is now a strong push on the part of this administration to re-institute the draft. He will need more expendable bodies to continue his push through the Middle East, and will get them any way he can. If you have sons and you are from the middle or working classes -- rest assured, they WILL be marked for military movement, like so much chattel. If you ARE a son, vote this November as if your very life depended on the outcome of this election -- because it very well may.

Also, shamefully enough, Bush won't even allow us to view and mourn the flag-draped coffins of those killed as they return home to the land for which they so courageously gave their lives. He hides their honor and sacrifice behind a media blackout of deceit so that we won't see or know the real and true cost of his greed. And, perhaps most unforgivable of all, he further dishonors their deaths by refusing to attend even one -- EVEN MOTHERFUCKING ONE -- of their now 500 funerals.

Interestingly enough, however, between he and Dick Cheney, they have somehow found the time in their busy schedules to attend over 100 campaign fund-raisers this past year, with whose proceeds they will amply fill the war chest they plan to use as a battering ram into a second term -- where, with the fear of future re-election a non-issue, they will do exactly as they please. The con will be complete, with the American people as their hapless, staggering, stunned mark.

Bush did not attend a single one of those funerals for one very simple reason: Those soldiers have already paid the ultimate sacrifice -- their very lives -- and they have no more to give. They are without value to him. Like empty husks or spent shells, he is done with them.

All I'm asking is for you to think. Think about what is important to you. Think about why we are all here in the first place. Think with your mind and your heart -- and not just from the place of fear where we have all been forced to take shelter because of the lies we have been told by those who have abused our trust for their own profit. Think about all the beauty and goodness that exist in this world -- the potential for peace and co-operation among nations. Think about your children, and their children, and their children -- and the debt we owe to the future of humanity...simply by virtue of being a part of it.

And then know that this administration doesn't give a RAT'S ASS about ANY OF IT. Read the numbers below -- and see for yourself what is going on...right in front of your eyes. And when it comes time to vote, make the correct decision...the decision that -- because of the power, influence, and responsibility we wield in the world community -- ultimately benefits ALL of mankind, not just a few wicked, greedy, smirking, lying, oil-slurping, chain-rattling bastards...who, to the man, (aside from Colin Powell) ran like feckless cowards instead of serving in our nation's proud miltary when THEY were called upon to do so.

In his own words, Vice President Dick Cheney said, "I had priorities other than military service."

Yeah...and I'll bet so did the 500 brave soldiers who have already lost their lives in Iraq since the beginning of your war, Herr Cheney. Tell their weeping children all about your fucking priorities -- as you so casually wipe the blood of their dead parents from your hands.



George W Bush and the Real State of the Union
Today the President gives his annual address. As the election battle begins, how does his first term add up?

From The lndependent/UK, Tuesday, 20 January, 2004


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it feels a bit drafty in here, don't you think? [09 Jan 2004|02:38pm]
"Those in power are totally divorced from those at peril."


And as that is currently the case in this country, those of us who have sons need to think LONG and HARD about what is TRULY important to us before we step into that voting booth next November.

The greatest sacrifice is ALWAYS asked of the working class. Minorities and those with blue-collar backgrounds make up a hugely disproportionate number of those who risk their lives defending a system that also largely excludes them from its spoils. Mark Shields, the television commentator, recently surveyed all 535 members of Congress and found that of all their fortunate sons, only 1 -- ONE -- is an enlisted man serving his country (Senator Tim Johnson (D), South Dakota). The others are off earning their 'Gentleman's C's' at Yale, or practicing their chip shot, or fucking Paris Hilton, or strutting about a planet over which they will someday rule simply by virtue of their last names.

All I can say is, George W. Bush is just lucky that his only two children are of the female persuasion -- because if they weren't, and if this draft travesty came to pass, those of good conscience in this country would (and should) be rioting in the streets demanding that draftcards #1 and #2 have both their sanctified, blue-blooded, upper-crust monikers inscribed upon them.

My message to our president and his chain-rattling posse is this: do not be so eager and willing to send the sons of the poor to die for the private interests of a few, Herr Bush, unless you and your pals are willing to send your own children to their doom FIRST. Because I promise you that if somehow their blood were to be spilled upon the altar of so-called freedom, that it would not, in fact, be a single shade bluer -- nor an ounce truer -- than that of the son of the guy who sweeps the floor of the New York Stock Exchange late at night, or the one who shines your custom-made, $800 shoes on the back service porch at the Whitehouse every morning.

And that the loss would be not one iota more incalculable...nor tragic.

And further -- how dare you, by your actions, suggest otherwise.


Trust me, kids -- put NOTHING past this treacherous, malfeasant, cowardly administration.

NOTHING.




Long Island Newsday
December 22, 2003
Beware Of Attempts To Revive Military Draft
By Bob Keeler


It has been 30 years since the last time an American entered the armed forces through the not-so-tender mercies of the draft, on June 30, 1973. The next time could be just around the corner, if President George W. Bush is re-elected.

No, no, no, a thousand times no, say the White House, the Pentagon and Congress. They insist they have no plans for a draft. In any case, take this to the bank: It will not happen before Nov. 2, 2004. Still, the rumors refuse to die, and it was the Pentagon itself that started the buzz.

Last month, on its anti-terrorism Web site, the Pentagon posted a plea for volunteers to serve on the draft boards and appeals boards that will decide whether men (current draft law does not affect women) can get deferments or exemptions. The law created the boards as an insurance policy, in case of an emergency need for more troops.

The Selective Service System - the civilian agency that registers men when they turn 18 for a possible future draft - had nothing to do with this announcement. But it did get a lot of applications for draft board membership as a result. (Hint: Opponents of war are also eligible to sit on these boards.) When the appeal created a flurry of stories, the Pentagon quickly took it off the Web.

At the time, an organization vitally interested in the draft, the Center on Conscience and War, got a flood of anxious e-mails and calls. The center's executive director, J. E. McNeil, did not see the incident as evidence of movement toward the draft. But in recent weeks, she has heard of rumblings, from the Republican side of the aisle in Congress, about a draft after the election.

In a perfect world, the Pentagon would reject a draft. It likes its soldiers willing and malleable, not angry and cynical. But the current situation is far from perfect. Despite the capture of Saddam Hussein, young Americans are likely to keep dying in Iraq. Reserve and National Guard troops have been deployed far longer than they expected. This may soon start to erode enlistment and re-enlistment rates. At the same time, Bush's reckless preventive-war strategy could commit further troops to battles in other countries.

If Bush's policy keeps demanding more and more troops, and the supply of volunteers dwindles, it only takes a simple act of Congress to start the draft. That would be a profoundly bad idea.

As one of 230,991 draftees in 1965, I have some interest in this. When Rep. Charles Rangel (D-Manhattan) proposed this year to create a fairer, more comprehensive draft, including women, it got me thinking about the issue again. If there were a draft, I felt, a lot of young people and their parents might have had second thoughts about cheering Bush's invasion of Iraq. Then I had a second thought of my own: Naaaah!

"There are usually two reasons for a draft," McNeil said. "One is people who believe that having a draft will keep us out of war. The reality is that the draft has never kept us out of war." The second argument, which seems central to Rangel's thinking, is that a draft would make the military more equitable. It would pull in people from all strata of society, rather than just those who volunteer because they need a job or could not otherwise afford college.

Some even argue, against the evidence of history, that a draft would conscript the children of members of Congress. "During Vietnam, not one single member of Congress had a child who was drafted," McNeil said. "The reality is that the middle class and the upper middle class always have more options than the lower class in the face of the draft."

As the law now stands, once Congress activates the draft, it would be somewhat tighter and fairer than in the early Vietnam era, with fewer exemptions. Selective Service would leap into action, using a lottery to start by drafting 20-year-olds. But unless they make the draft age 55, to conscript war-loving lawmakers, "fair draft" is an oxymoron, like "smart bomb" or "friendly fire."

As divided as this country is now, a new draft would only exacerbate the division. And it would give this war-without-end presidency an endless source of warm bodies to pursue its cowboy foreign policy. Who knows what "October surprise" invasion Bush may have in store to boost his re-election chances in 2004? Then the next step might be a "February surprise" draft in 2005.
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i hope howie chooses this dame as his running mate [09 Jan 2004|02:30pm]
DEAN, BOBBY, AND THE GHOST OF LANDSLIDES PAST

by Arianna Huffington



I swear, if I hear one more Democratic honcho say that Howard Dean is not electable, I'm going to do something crazy (maybe that's what happened to Britney in Vegas this weekend).

The contention is nothing short of idiotic.

Consider the source: the folks besmirching the Good Doctor's Election Day viability are the very people who have driven the Democratic Party into irrelevance. Who spearheaded the Party's resounding 2002 mid-term defeats. Who kinda, sorta, but not really disagreed with President Bush as he led us down the path of preemptive war with Iraq, irresponsible
tax cuts, and an unprecedented deficit.

Dean is electable precisely because he's making a decisive break with the spinelessness and pussyfooting that have become the hallmark of the Democratic Party.

So, please, no more hand-wringing about Dean being "another Dukakis".

And no more weepy flashbacks about having had your heart broken by George McGovern, whose 1972 annihilation haunts the 2004 Democratic primaries like a political Jacob Marley, shaking his chains and warning about the Ghost of Landslides Past.

There is a historical parallel to Dean's candidacy. But it's not McGovern in 1972, as the DLC-paranoiacs would like us to believe -- it's Bobby Kennedy in 1968.

Like Kennedy, Dean's campaign was initially fueled by his anti-war outrage. Like Kennedy, Dean has found himself fighting not just to represent the Democratic Party but to remake it. Like Kennedy, Dean is offering an alternative moral vision for America, not just an alternative political platform.

And like Kennedy, Dean has come under withering attack from his critics for the very attributes that his supporters find most attractive.

"He could be intemperate and impulsive… the image of wrath -- his forefinger pointing, his fist pounding his palm, his eyes ablaze". Sean Hannity on Howard Dean? No, Theodore White on Bobby Kennedy in "The Making of the President 1968".

It's the same ludicrous charge of being "too angry" that's constantly leveled at Dean. Have his Democratic opponents -- and the notoriously decorous Washington press corps -- suddenly morphed into Miss Manners?

Personally, I could never trust a man who does not occasionally get hot under the collar.

Of course Dean is angry. Take a look at what's happening in Iraq, with another 236 American soldiers killed or wounded since Saddam was dragged out of his spider hole. And take a look closer to home, where we have 12 million children living in poverty, 43 million people without health insurance, 6 out of 7 working poor families unable to afford quality
child care, record levels of personal debt, and more and more U.S. jobs being "outsourced" overseas. If you still have a pulse -- are you listening Joe Lieberman? -- you should be royally pissed.

"I have traveled and I have listened to the young people of our nation," Kennedy said during his announcement speech, "and felt their anger about the war that they are sent to fight and about the world they are about to inherit."

And young people have been the spark that has lit the fuse of the Dean campaign. As he pointed out this weekend in Iowa: "One-quarter of all the people who gave us money between June and September were under 30 years old." So while the Democratic establishment is once again dusting off its tried-and-untrue swing voter strategy, Dean is running, as he put it, "a campaign based on addition, not subtraction. We want to add new
people to the Democratic Party so that we can beat George Bush. It's the only way we can beat him."

Kennedy was drawn into the '68 race by his indignation over the direction of America's foreign policy. "This nation," he said, "must adopt a foreign policy which says, clearly and distinctly, 'no more Vietnams'." Dean has been saying, clearly and distinctly, no more Iraqs, even when 70 percent of the public said they approved of Bush's policy. That's leadership -- and the kind of boldness the Democratic Party has been sorely lacking.

Far from Dean not being able to "compete" with Bush on foreign policy, he's the one viable Democrat who isn't trying to compete on the playing field that Bush and Karl Rove have laid out. No Democrat can win by playing "Whose swagger is swaggier?" or "Whose flight suit is tighter?"

Instead Dean unambiguously asserts that "we are in danger of losing the war on terror because we are fighting it with the strategies of the past…

The Iraq war diverted critical intelligence and military resources, undermined diplomatic support for our fight against terror, and created a new rallying cry for terrorist recruits."

In the same way that Kennedy was able to take his outrage over Vietnam and expand it to include the outrages perpetrated at home, Dean has gone from railing against the war to offering a New Social Contract for America's Working Families that harkens back to the core message of FDR: "The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little."

It's a message which Bobby Kennedy made central to his campaign but which the Democratic Party has since abandoned.

Howard Dean has resurrected it and made it his own because, as he says, 2004 "is not just about electing a president -- it's about changing America."

That is a big vision. But anything smaller guarantees the reelection of George Bush.
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where i'll be new year's day: drunk on make-believe [30 Dec 2003|10:19am]
mr. rogers
Fred McFeely Rogers 1928-2003


Among other astonishing tidbits of wisdom -- like, say, a behind-the-scenes look at how crayons are made -- Fred Rogers provided me with my very first lesson on how you can totally and completely love someone with all your heart...even someone you've never met.

In the early 1990s, I read a newspaper story about Mr. Rogers’ stint as the main guest speaker at the graduation ceremonies of some fancy Ivy League college back East. I smiled as I read that he was overwhelmingly chosen -- from among a rather large field of quite renowned and impressive possible candidates -- by the graduating students themselves.

However, because of the great affection that I felt for this man, as I read the story I distinctly remember also feeling a small, but palpable twinge of fear in my chest -- fear that perhaps this bored, jaded, favored, overly-educated, disenchanted slice of my generation had chosen him to speak at their college graduation as some supreme statement of kitsch, or even as an opportunity to poke fun at his tender, gentle ways in a very public forum.

When I got to the part about him walking to the podium to begin his speech -- in that calm, purposeful, patient, and unhurried walk of his that we all know so well -- the protective concern that I was feeling instantly shifted into a sense of great pride, relief, and community. They hadn’t let me down.

And I began to weep. And I weep again, even now, just remembering it.

As Fred Rogers was introduced and began his walk to the microphone where he would address them, thousands of voices -- voices that were soon to take their place in positions of great power, leadership, erudition, and meaningful discourse in this nation – spontaneously and enthusiastically erupted into song; his song:

"It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor...
Would you be mine? Could you be mine? Won't you be my neighbor?"


They hadn't invited him there to their hallowed halls to make fun of him at all. They had invited him there, with great reverence, to pay him tribute. He had -- one song, one smile, one loving word at a time -- been a part of each of their journeys to adulthood. They had asked him to be there, on this symbolic last day of their childhoods, because they loved him.

Those thousands of voices were a profound and heartfelt "thank you" for the many years that he gave them his kind, patient, and undivided attention. A voice that was there, everyday, even when parents or friends weren't. A voice that, to a tragic few, may have been the only loving and reassuring words they might hear all day.

I miss him, and his kindness...his cardigan and his sneakers...his calm, sweet voice and his silly puppets. But most of all, I miss his unfailing belief that all things are possible.

Because they are.

That simple, glimmering truth was his gift to us all.


Thank you, Mr. Rogers -- and Happy New Year.



TV Special Honors Mr. Rogers's Legacy


A TV documentary honoring Fred Rogers, one of America's favorite small-screen heroes, who died this past February at age 74, will air New Year's Day evening on PBS and celebrate the gentle host of "Mister Rogers' Neighborhood," reports the Associated Press.

"Fred Rogers: America's Favorite Neighbor" will focus on Rogers's early years in Latrobe, Pa., his start in TV with NBC in New York and his work in founding WQED in Pittsburgh, the first community-owned TV station. He also, as the show details, possessed an uncanny ability to view the world from the perspective of a youngster.

"I really think it was a gift," his widow Joanne Rogers says, as quoted by AP. "He had a gift for being able to see through a child's eyes."

Speaking to The Washington Post about the special, David Newell, who played the harried deliveryman Mr. McFeely on "Mister Rogers' Neighborhood" since the show first began in 1968, says: "It's a nice way of introducing people to the adult Fred."

He adds: "A lot of adults don't understand the 'Neighborhood' at first viewing. This explains a lot of why he does what he does on television. It gives the essence of Fred Rogers in a short time."

"Batman" actor Michael Keaton, who worked as a stagehand in the late 1970s for WQED, narrates the documentary.

"I knew Fred Rogers and worked with Fred Rogers, and he was essentially the same guy off camera as he was on camera," Keaton, 52, says in the documentary, according to The Post.

"We obviously didn't know back then that 'Neighborhood' would become the longest-running program on public television," continues the actor. "It was a simple, old-fashioned production that everybody really enjoyed working on."
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welcome to ass-chat! [23 Dec 2003|02:24pm]
There is a new American Psychological Association study out about women and how they feel about their ass.

I found the results quite revealing:


85% of women think their ass is too large.


10% of women think their ass is too small.


And the other 5% say that they don't give a shit; they love him...and would absolutely marry him again if asked.
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oh, holy night...my skull was brightly shining [23 Dec 2003|01:13pm]
Last night, I proudly wore the following holiday headpiece to a glittering Christmas shin-dig held downtown. A festive time was had by one and all:


xmas wiggie


At one point, a well-meaning society matron -- dripping with philanthropy and grandmother's pearls -- approached me and loudly pronounced, "Why, that's positively fabulous! Wherever did you get that wig?"

I just sat there, calmly blinking back at her...and with a face of absolute stony granite, I feigned sucking an imaginary piece of food from my tooth, and answered, "What wig?"
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so...yeah [20 Dec 2003|11:50pm]
"We are all worms. But, I do believe that I am a glow worm."

--Winston Churchill
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seeking: one goddamned book -- out of print (of course) [20 Dec 2003|11:19pm]
If there is anyone within my earshot who possesses the following book, and is done with the bastard and would like to sell it to a really nice girl...look elsewhere, cuz I'm a fucking combative, belligerent, shrewish whore.

Not really.

Okay, so maybe I'm a whore -- but I would still like to wrap my prurient meathooks around this most helpful tome. It's so choice.


Zine Scene: The Do It Yourself Guide to Zines
by Francesca Lia Block, Hillary Carlip


Thank you, good night, and may gawd bless.
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they walk the walk [20 Dec 2003|11:05pm]
Donate to Help Make the Holidays Brighter for Striking Grocery Workers

As we approach the holidays, please support the striking and locked-out grocery workers by giving just a little to help them. You can help make the holidays brighter for these 80,000 families by making a donation to the "Hold the Line for Health Care Strike Fund". Many of these families are going without holiday gifts or treats as they stay united against the the massive cuts in health care their employers are demanding. Together, we can help ensure that NO WORKER can be starved into settling for disastrous health care cuts.

Please make a donation to the strike support fund today. Help hold the line for health care and give thanks to these workers.

To make a secure donation by credit card, go to:

https://secure.ga3.org/08/groceryworkerholiday

Or, if you would prefer to send your donation in as a check via postal mail, please make your check payable to "Hold the Line for Health Care Strike Fund" and mail it to:

Secretary-Treasurer
AFL-CIO
815 16th Street, NW
Washington, DC 20006

For any questions, or problems with your donation:

E-mail: strikesupport@aflcio.org

Thanks for all you do.
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meme rogers [06 Dec 2003|07:44pm]
1. Friend that knows you the best? [info]flotpod (in the soul-humpin' and coochie-bumpin' "biblical" sense) and [info]beelavender (in the "hey, kids -- let's put on a show and change the world!" sense)

2. Friend you have known the longest? [info]flotpod

3. How many on your friends list? 97

4.Have you ever dated anyone on your friends list? Well...I certainly banged around with one of them in the downstairs bathroom of the Seattle-Bainbridge Island ferry. Does that count as a date?

5. Friends you have met in person? Gosh...not a single motherlovin' one. YET. Oh, yeah -- but 'cept [info]flotpod. I slumber next to his darling Willie Wonka-lookin' self every night... and kiss his sweet lippies awake every morning. He is the livin' end.

6. Friend you would most like to meet in person? There are SO many I would kill to meet in person, that I cannot even begin to name them all here, methinks. How about just a Grand Bacchanalia JackalFest where we ALL -- all fucking 98 of us -- eat mountains of Taco Bell and play Trivial Pursuit and Twister and rock out to the swell sounds of The Pixies and The Breeders (who are both performing LIVE, of course -- and Kim and Francis are not even lungeing at each other with sharpened, poison-tipped hunting knives) and smoke cigs and drink lots of yummy coffee. Oh, yeah -- and GOSSIP.

7. Friend that makes you laugh the most from their posts? [info]sophistimicated, [info]horridtrixie, [info]monkeysaurus, and even though I only just discovered and friended his caustic ass this very week, [info]corporatecasual. He is a wry, hateful, hilarious, brilliant, temp-workin' prick -- who oughta be writing for National Lampoon instead of wasting his days making other motherfuckers wealthy. Do us all a fat fucking favor, wouldja, chile -- and just get thy writing OUT THERE already.

8. Friend you wish posted more? gosh, EVERYONE...but especially the brilliant [info]flotpod, the improbable [info]beelavender, the indomitable [info]jendle, and my little Nawth Carolina librarian cardigan goddess, [info]everywhichway. She is my honorary CO/IB little sister in spirit. And, further, she doesn't know it yet, but those two darling baby girls of hers are someday going directly into my gottdamned doll cabinet -- FOR REAL.

9. Friend you feel is most like you? Oh, My Sweet Baby Jesus -- hands down: [info]beelavender...with [info]sophistimicated and [info]horridtrixie coming in hot n' heavy on the Lavendiere's sensible, flat, black heels.

10. Last person you added as a friend? [info]themagdalen, who charmed my mortal soul with the following answer she recently gave to a meme which asked for three places she wants to visit before she dies: Mississippi; Ireland; Ikea.

11. Friend that introduced you to LJ? Believe it or not, I stumbled onto it all on my own -- and apparently before you needed to be invited, or however it is now. Change your life, it will.

12. Friend you most want to get know better? Christ, there are SO many! The enchanting and socially committed [info]jaaladay (to whom I still owe an email!), [info]susansbeeswax, [info]sophistimicated, [info]seide, [info]jendle, [info]mamabandita, [info]owlmother, [info]riverafire, [info]pastaqueen, and, of course, that glorious Oregonian mama/hipster, [info]bigfatmama. In fact, I am hereby making it my fucking New Year's Resolution to get to know [info]bigfatmama much better than I do now.

13. Do you read someone's journal that is not on your friends list? No, not regularly -- though I certainly am up for stalking a motherfucker should the occasion call for it.
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regional lingo meme/lesional ringo ream [05 Dec 2003|11:10pm]
To make this meme revealing and meaningful in the way in which it was intended, I think you must also reveal where you were born and/or grew up.

I was born in Rochester, New York -- but grew up in California. I think that my ridiculous answer to #11 pretty much chisels that motherfucker in granite...don't you?


1. A body of water, smaller than a river, contained within relatively narrow banks? stream
2. The thing you push around the grocery store? grocery cart at trader joe's; shopping cart at target (for the most hilarious fucking answer on the planet, see: [info]tracijean)
3. A metal container to carry a meal in? lunch box
4. The thing that you cook bacon and eggs in? frying pan
5. The piece of furniture that seats three people? couch
6. The device on the outside of the house that carries rain off the roof? rain gutter
7. The covered area outside a house where people sit in the evening? porch
8. Carbonated, sweetened, non-alcoholic beverages? soda (though i called it "pop" until the age of five -- when i moved to california. however, taking into account my heavy rochester accent, i actually called it "pap".)
9. A flat, round breakfast food served with syrup? pancake
10. A long sandwich designed to be a whole meal in itself? sub now; a hoagie when i was a little sicilian girl in new yawk
11. The piece of clothing worn by men at the beach? jams
12. Shoes worn for sports? sneakers
13. Putting a room in order? cleaning it up
14. A flying insect that glows in the dark? firefly
15. The little insect that curls up into a ball? potato bug
16. The children's playground equipment where one kid sits on one side and goes up while the other sits on the other side and goes down? teeter-totter
17. How do you eat your pizza? with a knife and fork (i have difficulty touching pizza or french fries with my hands. this is not a regional aberration -- it is merely my own.)
18. What's it called when private citizens put up signs and sell their used stuff? garage sale
19. What's the evening meal? dinner
20. The thing under a house where the furnace and perhaps a rec room are? basement
21. When you are waiting at the bank, you are standing ____ line? IN. IN. IN. anybody who says "standing ON-line" in my presence...gets my fascist brute boot inserted directly into their garbled, illiterate ass.
22. In a school, if you want a drink of water, where does it come from? drinking fountain (for the bestest goddamned answer to this one, see: [info]bigfatmama )
23. Place where you put your towels to dry? towel rack
24. Piece of cloth with which you wash your face? washcloth (how HIDEOUS is the word "warshrag"???)
25. Thing women (mostly) use to tie their hair back with: pony
26. An unusually heavy rain which does not last long? downpour
27. A window covering on rollers that pulls down? window shade
28. A new, limited access, multi-lane road? freeway
29. Heavy garments worn for work? overalls
30. The area in the house where people usually sit? living room
31. Paper thing you carry something home from the store in? shopping bag
32. What are the chocolate things that you put on ice cream called? rat droppings
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the body count continues... [03 Dec 2003|12:14pm]
For all you kids who just can't get enough:

The Rest of the Story.


horrifying


Courtesy of: T(totally) S(sexy) Eliot...and my darling sister in lit [info]sophistimicated

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but with a whimper...
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sweet, sweet satisfaction... [03 Dec 2003|10:05am]
My work here is done. I can now die a happy dame.

With relentless tenacity and shameless, annoying, repetitive verbiage...I finally, finally, finally goaded Ms. [info]beelavender into using the phrase "no-talent" in a sentence.

And, to cleverly employ one of her very own favorite and most overused sayings:

I can prove it.


My Opus, My Valuable, My pure gold baby that melts to a shriek
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oh, the horror [03 Dec 2003|09:58am]
horrifying
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meme fever: catch it! [02 Dec 2003|12:30pm]
3 things which scare me: harm coming to one of my chilluns or sweet husband; the black gelatinous horror that is BushCo; not fully appreciating the exquisite nature of every single fucking moment of my life.

3 things which I don't understand: the whole Celine Dion thing; how Whitney Houston -- in a FULL ON baggied-out crack-burned voice -- can seriously have told Diane Sawyer that her incoherent ass isn't currently on the pipe; anal sex.

3 things I'd like to learn: to direct a film; "Prufrock" by heart; the FULL, REAL, and UNCUT STORY of MM and JC.

3 things I am wearing right now: creamy delish Victoria's Secret panties; grey leggings; ancient hunter green GAP thermal (my husband's).

3 things on my desk: "A Beautiful Final Tribute" (Volumne 7) by Bee Lavender; "Oscar Wilde" by Richard Ellmann; and "Some Sort of Epic Grandeur: The Life of F. Scott Fitzgerald" by Matthew J. Bruccoli.

3 things I want to do before I die: to smell the heads of my grandbabies; to finally fucking get through "Ulysses"; to lie fully prostrate and weeping on the grave of Ted Hughes in the wild English moors.

3 good things about my personality: I belly laugh like a jackal -- and frequently; my ability to be "present" at all times; my profound appreciation for the odd, the misunderstood, and the disenfranchised.

3 bad things about my personality: my pathological ability to walk away from someone or something and never ever look back; my extreme capacity for denial; my limitless dilettantism for all things interesting.

3 parts of my heritage: Sicilian, English, Phillipino.

3 things I like about my body: my hair; my eyes; my non-existent nubbin-like "Why the fuck did god even bother?" little toes.

3 things I don't like about my body: my mammoth ta-ta's; my parched heels; my much-too-feminine hands.

3 things most people don't know about me: I have never slept with a woman; I absolutely adore "The Three Stooges"; and that despite my bawdy, lecherous, and quite public posturings to the contrary -- I am OVER THE MOON in sickening syrupy love with my pretty Willie Wonka-like husband, Gregory.

3 things I say the most: "That's strictly horseshit."; "Shake it like a polaroid pict-shah!"; and "How fucking NO-talent is THAT?"

3 places I want to go: Ireland, Scotland, and back to my beloved Languedoc with my Beloved.

3 screen names I use or have used: MrsDorothyParker, BellyTenant, NoonBlueApples.
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