I was dreaming again...

..this time about holding Tacitus, my old roommate's cat, who had this endearing habit of sleeping on my head whenever possible. I woke up clutching a pillow to my cheek.

Yeah, I think soon it's time to break down and get a fuzzball. I miss cats.

ANOTHER SILLY LIST!!

Wearing: Black shirt, blue tie-dyed tank top with Japanese characters on it, black skirt, black shoes and socks, gray watch with rhinestones. Workaday Gothic splendor.

Drinking: Genmaicha tea. (green tea w/ brown rice. Yummy!)

Eating: another peach mint.

Recently read: An old back issue of Propaganda looking for pictures, (eew!) the front page, (ARRGH!) and some bits of a Mondo 2000 backissue about the potential of ID inserted into the skin for tracking purposes. (Paging Big Brother, white courtesy telephone please...)

Things I must do this week: Call my brother and my stepfather; their birthdays fall this week. One will be very stressful, the other will be okay, I think.

Things I want to do this week: Paint. Go out dancing. I haven't dressed up and gone out dancing in a while now. Maybe Thursday or something. Other frivolous things that won't help my future.

What I'm thinking: I had this nebulous thought about Goth-type peoples and their similarities to drag-queens and actors...it's all about manipulating the idea of image, with all the pitfalls and warping that entails when the image is more important than the freedom it promised in the first place...and then I got to work and most of it sounded pretentious and pompous. D'ohhhhhhh....

Ms Eff, a happier beast now the heat's broken. Huzzah!

To make a special comment about the Kyoto Treaty...

..I bring you a special commentator: Happy Noodle Boy.

"End this pathetic deception!! I know you're hiding Martians in your head!! gimmie them Martians!!! I am going to put butter on them!! Martians!!! Grr!!!"

thank you, Mr. Noodle.

(Well, it's better than anything our goverment's come up with. And if they're reading this, they won't get past the Happy Noodle Boy rants.)
"My scheme is complete!!! Soon ALL the children of the world will be dipped in fung-lum sweet and sour sauce!!! They will be sweet and sour!!!! Ha!!! SONIC THE HEDGEHOG!! Otan jiyou bi o me detou gozaimasu!!!Pooh!!!! You nibbler of damp beaver nuts!!!" See?

(I'm jonesing for Jhonen Vasques lately, can you tell? I still read "I feel sick" more than I should. If you haven't read his comics, watch "Invader Zim" on Nickolodeon. You won't be sorry.)


I'm rambling. I have a sammich and pink lemonade coming.

Ms Eff, who promises to be more productive...sometime...really really soon. No, really.

The Smell of the Day...

The fibrous smell of money...hold it up to your nose and inhale the inks. It has a distinctive smell, really.

Just try not to snort them, it's probably not healthy.

Ms Eff, who one day will smell All the Currency of the World...

Monster madness...

J and I have been making a man...(No not with blonde hair and a tan!)

Look here and see what we're cooking up.

Ms Eff...iiin just seven days..I can make you a maaaaaahahahahaaaan....:)

*Peeks out of the windowless room*

It's raining...
things are quiet.
I have lemonade.
I'm not very productive lately..but it's so quiet. I don't have to be.


Bliss.

Welcome to deep thoughts..

I've been thinking about some serious stuff today. (Which is a trick since I've been doing tons of paperwork, and it kills brain cells like you wouldn't believe.) Nothing I want to go into too heavily right now, but I'd like to address them at some point. Things like our violent culture and how stressed out our society is and such.

An lj friend of mine was talking about a time during and after being raped. The cops, hospital, judges and more than a few friend were less than helpful. I'd like to say it's an abberation, but I can think of half a dozen friends male and female who've been assaulted like that without even trying hard. I personally know one particular bastard who's still on the loose after assaulting the daughters of the woman he was living with. (The heavens help him if anybody he knows catches him in the Cities--because nobody else will, that's certain.) Dammit, it shouldn't have to be this way...(Yes, I know its far more complicated than that, but my human outrage still says it: It doesn't have to be like this. We can fix this. If we want to bad enough.)

Grim thoughts, I know. Be careful out there. Be supportive of one another if you can...

Ms Eff, who loves you.