lock and loll

I went to see the phenomenon known as Guitar Wolf this weekend and it began like 2 other different shows I know. church. and Lifter Puller.

Lotsa fists pumping in the air and people singing along and as the crowd sways. I get observation overload trying to flesh out the herd poison, listen to the music, and form an opinion. Ok so thats not whats physically happening in church, but practically.

After they let some overjealous young punk confusingly take the reigns of the guitar, they were definitely RNR in my book- but not without an element of cheese. People will undoubtedly disagree with me. Not in this abandoned wind tunnel, but in other rock forums.

After watching hours upon hours of Sex in the City, I picture myself, as Carrie Bradshaw does, typing the crucial onscreen question that ties the episode together: What makes Guitar Wolf cool and the Darkness lame? Maybe I will bring it up and next weeks brunch.

One last comment on the show. Stagediving football: Our position was on the wings. Two mature heavy duty fullbacks stood nearby watching the crowd. They were kinda big brothering us from the glory touchdown runners in the middle. They're the one who comes out of the pit prepared to puke on you and then tell you about the glorious sail to and from the stage.

Gary Kitchen, did you know about this one?

Oh, how the cover offered so much artistic promise. The Commodore creations on the other hand, especially through an okidata dot matrix printer (now sweet looking) made you feel like your future was in the crying arts. I had the cartridge.

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I think my mom was going after this photo that my cousin recently sent during his trip to Canada.

momspainting

Points of Interest

. okay this picture is going to have to wait for the flickering flickr.

My mom sent me this link for the non-photoshop set. You can watch her process here. I don't know maybe I am having one of those "I think my kids a genius" moments except its a parental reversal.

I got a song named after me by the Fascist Fascist. Pretty darn sweet what a band will do to get you to do some photoshop work.

Some Rosenberg Dope

Last night, after some emotional trauma, I had a dream that my family and I were celebrating my older brothers birthday. My oldest sister turned to him and said, " I got you some Rosenberg dope". And I butted in and said "dope?", always unsure whether its a reference to pot or heroin. I looked down and saw it was clearly a huge rocket-shaped needle. I looked at both my brother and sister and neither were showing the signs of junkihood. wierd. "Its this new kind of dope that you insert into the Rosenberg vein and its the quickest bypass through to the brain....for the quickest cleanest to your body high." My sister described it. I was skeptical, so I tried it. I then went into this pseudo-hippy color field I think I feel great sensation, sans-side-effects. My brain really knows how to heal its self. Rosenberg. Well I'll be damned.

Points of Interest

You've heard about the kickass game?
checkout the kickass designer.

Then check your work here. I scored a Nerd wannabe with 37 points.

Look at me, I shoot an arrow like Cupid

I use a word that don't mean nothing, like "rekissue" and nobody bites.

Here is a photo to soothe your inner innappropriate dresser.

A valentine rekissue

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This weekend I went to my long time best friends Bridal Shower where I made a little pop quiz for the guests to test their heidi knowledge. One of the questions was "Who was her first kiss?" I think people have 2 answers to this question. Of course I knew that her first kiss was Christopher across the street under a tree. But I couldn't name her first serious -it counts- kiss.

I was reviewing some of my old Jr. High school stories for the upcoming comic split, I stepped in it-style. And this is one of the stories I dug up. I think it precedes JrHS, but nonetheless, deserves to be told. It was one of my few D+D adventures, which involved me cheating and making a desperate attempt to kiss one of my brothers friends. Thats when I realized have a hard time remembering who was that first unofficial kiss. I think it was Maurice (my brothers friend) under the laundry table in the Pikesville apartments behind the Dennys.

Its Valentines Day, please give the officewizard some touch by sharing a first kiss location/story. thanks. happyv.

I clench my fists when I run.

Here is it as told by Will Forte on Conan...an official opprotunity to sound off to the world exactly how I feel about the Gilmore Girls.

am I annoying is incredibly structured with classifications of "I'm a mom in 2004", "Look at Me, I'm Postage", and cruelly enough, "horse face" (are these annoying things?)

sleepless sports commentary

Earlier I had a conversation with my under-napped roomate on how I suffer without all the sleep I get, and that its largely a genetic thing, but of course at 4:10a.m. I am awake and realing with the chorus of FAME in my brain. G-DArn karaoke@!

I got seriously busted up over the pregame show of the superbowl. If anyone saw it, I don't have to explain myself. If you didn't see it: salute to WWII veterans, alicia keys,lyric interpreter, deaf and blind kids. I began to think that I wasn't going to be able to go over to the Clam chowder and cheesteak party, being weepy and all. But I pulled through. Then I started channeling McNabbs stress and excitement and I really wanted Philly to win. I swear I knew how it must feel to get your chance in the superbowl and know that you've already acheived greatness in just being there, since you're up against one of the greatest teams in the NFL, and you're grateful for that- but how sweet to kick some patriotic butt? To be hearing about and staring at Tom Bradys backside all year and to be able to bury him in Jacksonville?!? Sweet success. You could see it on his face in the third play when he almost turned it over with a fumble, but under the watchful eye of coach Andy Reid a challenge kept the play. You could tell in his face he was already starting to beat himself up inside. bottled up. just wanting to be held like a baby right in the middle of the field. Yeah I know that feeling.

nursing ravine dreams

Today I woke up to my fifth ravine dream this month! Its a ravine dream mystery! Nancy Drew and the Ravine Dreams.

RAVINE DREAM 1:This one had the most traumatic detailed ending with my boyfriends grandma driving us both off a little bridge in Lutherville. I tried to tell her but she couldn't hear me. I remember catching air in the stationwagon and screaming a slow 3 seconds before the car hit the water. Stranger still, I woke up next to my boyfriend and wasn't sure if I should say,"you're grandmother just killed me."

RAVINE DREAM 2: blurry but about my new car. to be expected.

RAVINE DREAM 3: The next one was about my maternal (deceased) grandmother who used to live in the quantist cute cottage next to a knights of columbus hall. It teetered atop a very rocky little summit no kidding. it was very dangerous to visit, and my brother and I would scale her front yard and get yelled at. (this is all real life.) so dream, her cottage was rehabbed with a huge window built to the edge of the cliff overlooking ridges like the grand canyon. I was pressed against the window pressing my luck of falling.

RAVINE DREAM 4+5: The one last night involved two ravines. I was at a high rise in Vegas?!?! I took the elevator down where suddenly a very famous older clothing designer dude lent me purple Chevy F150?!?!? But he first tried to get me to take E. I resisted the offer, siting that I would be driving his truck. He didn't care. I took it. Then immediately proceeded to drive the truck out of a snowy lot, and it slid into a ravine full of sludge that looked like corn and acted like quicksand! I went back to tell him. and he lent me a second truck—and I did the same thing!!!!! I was really embarrassed and exhausted, so I woke up.

"frequent ravine" interpretations welcome.