When skimming a magazine (or book or newspaper) do you flip through the pages from front to back or back to front?
I do it front to back, like a normal person. (Ha)
From what I understand, though, quite a few oddballs (making them not quite so odd, I guess), do it backwards, so ads cost almost as much at the back of a magazine, as they do at the front. The middle are the cheapest to buy.
Have you noticed a climate change in the area where you live over the past few years?
It goes up and down, unseasonable this, unseasonable that. My opinion? Global warming is very real, but it's not something that you are going to notice all of a sudden. Come on. This is a cumulative effect. And it's the earth, which has a wildly complex set of influences on its atmosphere. Just because global warming's been in the news so hot and heavy, and we have a few mild winters, people are freaking. There have been similar ebbs and flows over time. But good! Let people freak. If they're silly enough to think that winter '07 is the sudden result of one hundred years of industrialism, let them. Maybe it will scare people into taking our effect on the climate seriously.
Maybe people will push more for better types of auto engines, stricter enforcements on industry (can you believe the bullshit idea of sharing pollution "credits"?!?). I should think our key goal now is to get the hell away from our dependency on oil and so the middle east ... in doing that we would be on the road to solving two major problems: a horrible source of violent clashing, and our fucking up of the atmosphere. Although it almost killed me to see Bush spout that idea as if it were a new one, at the recent state of the union address. Dumbass.
Oh, and hi! I'm back!
What's your favorite music for a Sunday morning?
Submitted by Nick.
Anything by Django Reinhardt.
What's your favorite heartbreak song?
Submitted by esta86.
First favorite that comes to mind, because of course there are many:
"Who Are You?" by Tom Waits
What's your favorite kind of Girl Scout cookie?
Submitted by My Lovely One.
I seriously. Hate. Girl Scout. Cookies.
They are bad. They are very, very bad, and I have always been highly suspicious of the fact that so many people believe that they like them. Do they secret crack cocaine in the filling?
I found out last night that I had missed Knuckle Toes' birthday. I am always missing birthdays. It is the Schmutzie way. The fact that I behave this way frequently and that it seems to be in my nature does not excuse my poor social graces, though, so I am hoping that my creative efforts will win me some points.
I spent two hours struggling with Photoshop, a photograph, and an online pop art tutorial in order to create her present. TWO HOURS. I am pretty much convinced that I am Photoshop retarded, which is kind of like being an idiot savant but inverted.
Behold! The fabulous Knuckle Toes!
Join me in a round of "Happy Birthday", but first, because I would hate to encourage copyright infringement, I must ask you to refrain from singing "Happy Birthday" out loud if you are in a public place and simply imagine the song in your heads. I would hate to have to report any of you to the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers for not paying royalties to Time Warner. Gawd, the horror of it.
Mm mm mm mm mm mm,
Mm mm mm mm mm mm,
Mm mm mm mm mm Knuckle Toes,
Mm mm mm mm mm mm.
What's your dream career?
Submitted by Something.
My dream career: novelist. If I could just spend my days writing and writing and writing, I would be one happy cat.
yeah so its undoubtedly clear to everyone at this point that i'm struggling pretty badly with the PA stuff. i'm actually thinking of going to see my therapist today, so i can pay someone to watch me weep uncontrollably. that's bound to be helpful, right?
anyway, i don't have anything to say this week that isn't fucking depressing as shit. so i'm going to stop talking. at least until i stop crying.
but: i made a donation to the Amish School Recovery Fund, and you should too if you can. Go here.
I made a Fall Mix CD a few weeks back, and put this song on it as the closing tune. But I don't think it meant half as much to me then as it does now, after the events in PA on Monday... I've been listening to it on and off all day today, tearing up.
Okay, bawling.
Cat Power - “The Greatest”
Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
Stars of night turned deep to dust
Melt me down
Into big black armour
Leave no trace of grace
Just in your honour
Lower me down
To culprit south
Make 'em wash a space in town
For the lead
And the dregs of my bed
I've been sleepin'
Lower me down
Pin me in
Secure the grounds
For the later parade
Once I wanted to be the greatest
Two fists of solid rock
With brains that could explain
Any feeling
Lower me down
Pin me in
Secure the grounds
For the lead
And the dregs of my bed
I've been sleepin'
For the later parade
Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
Stars of night turned deep to dust
...............
PS: Thank you to Gayla for reminding me.
What's the last thing you usually do or think about before you fall asleep?
I read. No matter how tired I am, I have to read something -- even if its a fucking catalog -- before I can sleep.
My last thoughts ususally are along the lines of: god, i'm so fucking tired and/or this bed feels soooo goooood...
