Tell no one, but I am insane.
Jul. 12th, 2003 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
philrancidTo me, one of the funniest memories I have is walking up to a guy from Trinidad at one of my lost jobs, and he says to me, "Scorpions." Please note that he has an accent that to me sounds like Jamaican. I look at him blankly for a moment, and then he continues, "Scorpions bit me in de privates."
Ahh the little things...
So now one of my many new little things is to root through the interests of the people I have LJ befriended, and pick an interest of theirs that isn't used yet, and add it to my own. I have reservations about it, though. I have to have at least some idea of what the hell it's all about. I also go for the most goofy ones, just because, as what I term a completist, I hate seeing those un-underlined spots in my own interests spot.
What this has to do with anything, is beyond even me, but that's the way I've always done it.
So. My favorite cousin (well, excluding sexual interest, anyway) has found me on the web, and I am slowly going insane waiting to hear from him, to hear how he is, what he's been doing, how the hell he found me when I couldn't find him, and what the gross national product of Luxembourg is. Or, as Alice might put it, "Insaner". BTW, Lonita, I bet you've heard the Blue Man Group doing "White Rabbit"--ahh god, so nicey nice! Almost as much power to make me all starey as the original, especially when I turn on the visualizations. Have demoted RealOne Player for its inability to play its visualizations and sound without causing all sorts of hell-crackle in the music--makes in me much angst to have such a thing. I liked their fire one, it was pretty, but, how can one enjoy one's sight when one's sound is the most awful thing around?
Waiting for nyxie's CD has reminded me that I never heard back from the Sci-Fi Book Club. With credit as bad as mine, I wonder whether or not their assassin just can't find the house. So far it seems that they're not even nice enough to send me a letter saying, "We'll send you the books as soon as you pay for them--hell with ya." I would gladly purchase them if given the opportunity. I would really like to have that hardbound version of the Elric Saga part III, and I am dying of curiosity as to what Fritz Lieber's style is all about. Yeah, I know, check in the library--but, hell, I can't even find the copies of local insect life and their behaviors, so what makes you think my local freebase book-pushers would carry his work (they don't. they've got a database of all their library branches, and no lieber--freakish till you leakish) i could try the local used bookstores, but they usually don't have any of the Grey Mouser tales that I've heard so much about.
Tell the world--I love the new Ibanez acoustic that I got back in tax return season--oh baby, I had no idea what I was missing out on playing my old one, the action, the tone, so sweet, like Bacchus pouring honeyed wine into your soul by way of the ears. I will always be in the Tiger's debt, but this makes it twentyfold. When I die, I'll owe her so much kharma I might come back as her dog or something. S'okay--I'll be a really cute dog, and maybe she'll get into bestiality or something. After all, she keeps a monkey this life, who's to say in the next, neh?
Anyway--can't keep talking or you might stop reading.
Until later, my mildly interested net readers. Keep your fingers out of there!
Ahh the little things...
So now one of my many new little things is to root through the interests of the people I have LJ befriended, and pick an interest of theirs that isn't used yet, and add it to my own. I have reservations about it, though. I have to have at least some idea of what the hell it's all about. I also go for the most goofy ones, just because, as what I term a completist, I hate seeing those un-underlined spots in my own interests spot.
What this has to do with anything, is beyond even me, but that's the way I've always done it.
So. My favorite cousin (well, excluding sexual interest, anyway) has found me on the web, and I am slowly going insane waiting to hear from him, to hear how he is, what he's been doing, how the hell he found me when I couldn't find him, and what the gross national product of Luxembourg is. Or, as Alice might put it, "Insaner". BTW, Lonita, I bet you've heard the Blue Man Group doing "White Rabbit"--ahh god, so nicey nice! Almost as much power to make me all starey as the original, especially when I turn on the visualizations. Have demoted RealOne Player for its inability to play its visualizations and sound without causing all sorts of hell-crackle in the music--makes in me much angst to have such a thing. I liked their fire one, it was pretty, but, how can one enjoy one's sight when one's sound is the most awful thing around?
Waiting for nyxie's CD has reminded me that I never heard back from the Sci-Fi Book Club. With credit as bad as mine, I wonder whether or not their assassin just can't find the house. So far it seems that they're not even nice enough to send me a letter saying, "We'll send you the books as soon as you pay for them--hell with ya." I would gladly purchase them if given the opportunity. I would really like to have that hardbound version of the Elric Saga part III, and I am dying of curiosity as to what Fritz Lieber's style is all about. Yeah, I know, check in the library--but, hell, I can't even find the copies of local insect life and their behaviors, so what makes you think my local freebase book-pushers would carry his work (they don't. they've got a database of all their library branches, and no lieber--freakish till you leakish) i could try the local used bookstores, but they usually don't have any of the Grey Mouser tales that I've heard so much about.
Tell the world--I love the new Ibanez acoustic that I got back in tax return season--oh baby, I had no idea what I was missing out on playing my old one, the action, the tone, so sweet, like Bacchus pouring honeyed wine into your soul by way of the ears. I will always be in the Tiger's debt, but this makes it twentyfold. When I die, I'll owe her so much kharma I might come back as her dog or something. S'okay--I'll be a really cute dog, and maybe she'll get into bestiality or something. After all, she keeps a monkey this life, who's to say in the next, neh?
Anyway--can't keep talking or you might stop reading.
Until later, my mildly interested net readers. Keep your fingers out of there!
