integrated blogger google ingrates

streamline shmeamline, why must blogger and google slow down my blogging experience because they want me to work another e-mail account. so many e-mails, so little time.

just wanted to write before the end of the year. but in the conversion process everything got momentarily wonky. me no likey.

i have a new response to rhetorical questions: "that's like asking the square root of a million; no one will ever know." it's a simpson's quote, fairly random, oddly rhetorical, seemingly non sequitor, and patently false. i think i may irritate the crap out of my co-workers with it, but i find it endlessly fascinating entertaining.

i hate old women. well, not each and every single one--i totally love one of my grandmothers, and my mother's getting on in the years and she's alright, but there are two on my evening bus that really need to get bent. one of them is the type who blocks out the window seat because she's too good to sit next to the riff raff on the bus; then drive your car you old bat, because nobody wants to sit next to their fellow commuters but it's something you do in a civilized f--ing society. the other one made a very mountainesque molehill out of an overflowing bus passing our stop the day after it happened. yeah, it sucked, and the second bus was really freaking full, but the first driver was relatively justified in not picking us up due to being filled to capacity. sheesh. life goes on, b. (this rant brought to you by the tool song that came up on random in my cd player).

i think i may give the impression of being bitchy or whiney or something, which i don't intend to do. it's just that people are so damn stupid sometimes, and the world spins chaotically on and on and on in the same stupid way it has with no one stopping to question why... that's all i'm trying to do, but since i rage against shit that i have no control over, it sounds like mountanesque molehills derived from modern madness. blech.

got my first (and probably last) buzz cut on tuesday. i had my suspicions that my head was egg shaped, being all geek chic and shit, but this is pretty ridiculous. but on the plus side, my vanity force me to buy what i think is a pretty cool, soft, fuzzy, warm knit hat. it's also kind of nerdy cool, so there you have it.

one final gripe before i go: went to a vegan restaurant for lunch (no, i'm not vegan, but variety being the spice of life, and my desire to limit my meat intake after having it with all three meals yesterday... capiche?) and i've gotta say: veganism should be a choice. vegans should not have vegan kids--kids should have some animal protein in their diets until they are teens and then decide for themselves. this kid i saw with his self-righteous parents looked so damn malnourished that i just felt sorry for him. looked to be 8 to 10 years old and had freakin' dark circles under his eyes. now, maybe he just didn't get much sleep last night, but i'm thinking that's not the case. his whole look screamed: "feed me some real f--ing food." starving kids in africa look better because at least their parents don't bemoan the lives of the insects that their kids feast on.

ok, so there it is. liking the job, and actually getting caught up to a point where the piles of work that have been plaguing me since i started have diminished to a reasonable level. fridays and mondays (in this case, tuesdays) are always pretty busy, so hopefully this remains the case. ok, g'night gracie...

Electric night, black light, shadow white

i.

publish truth angel
whisper pleasure dance
confess in my transgression
bleed love through music beneath
kindness translucent holy tree

read

drown in our certain story
puppet muse cliche poet


ii.

better
manuscript
like womanly people
break
head


iii.

bald brain
will take another
silent rhythm


iv.

conscious
dreams
could
mean success