Right so my sister is trying to get a promotion with a job she has been at for about ten years. They are putting her through the formal traffic of ... frankly bullshit. A background check..... like from birth. She is sweating this. To me, if she hasn't stolen or otherwise been a cunt in ten years this is a waste of taxpayer money. All the same, it's gone down and my advise, with a decent amount of law classes has been simple. She starts to break down her entire history as though I don't know her, conversation went like this.
"What about ..." she asks.... I stop her.
"You were a juvenile, inadmissible." I say before she has a chance to talk about shit neither of us want to.
"They asked if I ever went to parties."
"Like balloons and little kid shit or balls out heroin and bitches holding other bitches hair in the bathroom? Who are these people? You have to recount every huzzah you ever attended? How much this gig pay?"
"They also asked if I ever was in the presence of drugs."
I pause... then ask well, what fucking kind? I mean, just saying.... if you are going to bust my chops like I'm about to be arrested, please be specific, are you talking about snorting coke off a passed out hooker in a dimly lit bathroom or....aspirin, I need that distinction. But I know this will not not help her chances at the promotion and the most obvious reason I do not have state job, because yes I would have quite likely said the above because it is the dumbest shit I have ever heard.
She replied "Any drug."
I immediately advised she say she was Mormon and home schooled. Never seen a pill in her fucking life. Doesn't even have television so is only vaguely aware of western medicine. They eat roots and leaves for immunity to disease and ailments.
Throw a religious card, you are golden. I don't like it but in the face of stupidity.... counter it with something even more stupid, then stand by it so strong without blinking that the other person is actually considering the possibility of religious persecution charges in the legal world of "everyone hates me and my god." It might cost the job consideration, but in my mind....the last thing I would say on exit of interview would have been "My religious beliefs will not be an influence to my capacity to perform this job, and I hope that is not a part of your consideration." Just be extra fucking scary.
I also advised that if she did get the job and was caught throwing an F bomb around to simply toss herself to the floor and start conjuring Jesus, proclaiming an angry caller channeled the word through her, and beg forgiveness. Not no one will ever fuck with you again, but watch your mouth. Can't be calling Jesus like he has a hotline yo.
Now while I did tell her all of this, I did also say it's not the immediate go to, but as her minister I would gladly defend her rights. She decided that at no cost would she say she was Mormon. Lol, I understood but said "never know when your standards lower...."
Amen.
- JM
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Friday, September 25, 2015
Let her go....
I just like it. I like it many. Very many. Pulls on my heart strings in good ways, and also goodbye-ways. It's stabby bitter wonderful, and quite..... yeah. Lyrics my love as always. Much adore....
-JM
-JM
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Bonny Swan
Alas, I bring new. I shelter my love for this artist because.... just because. But Loreena is the most amazing story teller of the Irish. Below is a song that moves me always. It's a fable, and a very good one. please hear it out, Promise you will love. Twice, if not more. It's heavy and so gooooood. Start song then read lyrics as you go... (its at the bottom) Trust me, it has a fucked up twist. But so painfully beautiful. Start song then read, she sometimes hard to decipher.
A farmer there lived in the north country
A hey ho bonny o
And he had daughters one, two, three
The swans swim so bonny o
These daughters they walked by the river's brim
A hey ho bonny o
The eldest pushed the youngest in
The swans swim so bonny o
Oh sister, oh sister, pray lend me your hand
With a hey ho a bonny o
And I will give you house and land
The swans swim so bonny o
I'll give you neither hand nor glove
With a hey ho a bonny o
Unless you give me your own true love
The swans swim so bonny o
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
With a hey ho and a bonny o
Until she came to a miller's dam
The swans swim so bonny o
The miller's daughter, dressed in red
With a hey ho and a bonny o
She went for some water to make some bread
The swans swim so bonny o
Oh father, oh daddy, here swims a swan
With a hey ho and a bonny o
It's very like a gentle woman
The swans swim so bonny o
They placed her on the bank to dry
With a hey ho and a bonny o
There came a harper passing by
The swans swim so bonny o
He made harp pins of her fingers fair
With a hey ho and a bonny o
He made harp strings of her golden hair
The swans swim so bonny o
He made a harp of her breast bone
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And straight it began to play alone
The swans swim so bonny o
He brought it to her father's hall
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And there was the court, assembled all
The swans swim so bonny o
He laid the harp upon a stone
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And straight it began to play lone
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my father the King
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And yonder sits my mother the Queen
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my brother Hugh
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And by him William, sweet and true
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my false sister, Anne
With a hey ho and a bonny o
Who drowned me for the sake of a man
The swans swim so bonny o
A farmer there lived in the north country
A hey ho bonny o
And he had daughters one, two, three
The swans swim so bonny o
These daughters they walked by the river's brim
A hey ho bonny o
The eldest pushed the youngest in
The swans swim so bonny o
Oh sister, oh sister, pray lend me your hand
With a hey ho a bonny o
And I will give you house and land
The swans swim so bonny o
I'll give you neither hand nor glove
With a hey ho a bonny o
Unless you give me your own true love
The swans swim so bonny o
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
With a hey ho and a bonny o
Until she came to a miller's dam
The swans swim so bonny o
The miller's daughter, dressed in red
With a hey ho and a bonny o
She went for some water to make some bread
The swans swim so bonny o
Oh father, oh daddy, here swims a swan
With a hey ho and a bonny o
It's very like a gentle woman
The swans swim so bonny o
They placed her on the bank to dry
With a hey ho and a bonny o
There came a harper passing by
The swans swim so bonny o
He made harp pins of her fingers fair
With a hey ho and a bonny o
He made harp strings of her golden hair
The swans swim so bonny o
He made a harp of her breast bone
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And straight it began to play alone
The swans swim so bonny o
He brought it to her father's hall
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And there was the court, assembled all
The swans swim so bonny o
He laid the harp upon a stone
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And straight it began to play lone
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my father the King
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And yonder sits my mother the Queen
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my brother Hugh
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And by him William, sweet and true
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my false sister, Anne
With a hey ho and a bonny o
Who drowned me for the sake of a man
The swans swim so bonny o
Friday, September 4, 2015
Say say Say
Potential again repeat, but if so you needed it. A beatle and Micheal????? Jesus. You can't rate any higher for me, I got both my genre in one song - JM
-ps I miss you Michael. All the hearts.
Thursday, September 3, 2015
If I could....
Potential repeat. This the hippy Jeni in me. I could twirl all day in glitter and make belief rainbows. I do also highly agree with the sentiment all day every day. This song knows best. It's us. - JM
Because...
Because at full blast this will change your view and everything else. Lyric it up, powerful and might be good timing. To me light, is seeing a change. Really, listen to lyrics.
"No Light, No Light"
"No Light, No Light"
You are the hole in my head
You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between
What I thought and what I said
You are the night time fear
You are the morning when it's clear
When it's over you're the start
You're my head, you're my heart
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
No light
Tell me what you want me to say
Through the crowd, I was crying out
And in your place there were a thousand other faces
I was disappearing in plain sight
Heaven help me, I need to make it right
You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But it's a conversation,
I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation
Some kind of resolution
You want a revelation
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day,
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
No light
Tell me what you want me to say
Would you leave me,
If I told you what I've done?
And would you need me,
If I told you what I've become?
'Cause it's so easy,
To say it to a crowd
But it's so hard, my love,
To say it to you out loud
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day,
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
No light
Tell me what you want me to say
You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But it's a conversation,
I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation
Some kind of resolution
You want a revelation
You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But it's a conversation,
I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation, some kind of resolution
Tell me what you want me to say.
- JM
You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between
What I thought and what I said
You are the night time fear
You are the morning when it's clear
When it's over you're the start
You're my head, you're my heart
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
No light
Tell me what you want me to say
Through the crowd, I was crying out
And in your place there were a thousand other faces
I was disappearing in plain sight
Heaven help me, I need to make it right
You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But it's a conversation,
I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation
Some kind of resolution
You want a revelation
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day,
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
No light
Tell me what you want me to say
Would you leave me,
If I told you what I've done?
And would you need me,
If I told you what I've become?
'Cause it's so easy,
To say it to a crowd
But it's so hard, my love,
To say it to you out loud
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day,
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
No light
Tell me what you want me to say
You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But it's a conversation,
I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation
Some kind of resolution
You want a revelation
You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But it's a conversation,
I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation, some kind of resolution
Tell me what you want me to say.
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
How shit goes....One more night... no.
I was married prior to mister. For about five years. Never liked him and have no clue why I married or stayed. My mother was beside herself, and at one time came to our home because I'd called saying please help me. I ran her off that night because he said he was going to kill all my dogs, this was easily 11pm and she was scared for me. You know this story. I let it be, then left the following day with all my dogs in a tiny geo metro hatchback. the shit that followed I try not to remember.
Chris White, son if Michael Bianco told me one day that his girl had left him, but that she had written a letter saying he never once hit her. Because yeah, that's what battered bitches do under duress. I sorry Chris, but nonsense. No one does writes a he didn't hit me letter. My last night left me with three broken ribs and a case of anger I still haven't sorted out. We fought a lot more than I'll ever tell, I box better than I look. It was a sickness and that is when I decided I needed the sock. It's not easy being in an abusive relationship, from either side. I can say I hit him good enough that I earned those broken ribs. Bygones fuckers, I don't like to hit but I'll break my hand forever if ever hurt me that bad and say you gonna kill my kids, I flung at him hard, really hard for the little bitch I am. He was bleeding good, and that's when he hit my ribs. I regret nothing other than his stupidity to get aggressive. I would not have swung had he not threatened - and he MEANT it, to hurt the dogs. I'd had enough. I fully admit I went at him hard, full beat box, gorging eyes and swinging at nose. I am not a hitter normally, I do better by words, but I had simply been pushed too far and went at him like a banshee. He came back at me etc. Ribs heal, memories are a bit harder. I'm older now, handle myself better but heh, I'd box that fucker again, I know from experience he is a sloppy fighter. :) And no, I didn't win that battle but I fought my little wings out.
- JM
Chris White, son if Michael Bianco told me one day that his girl had left him, but that she had written a letter saying he never once hit her. Because yeah, that's what battered bitches do under duress. I sorry Chris, but nonsense. No one does writes a he didn't hit me letter. My last night left me with three broken ribs and a case of anger I still haven't sorted out. We fought a lot more than I'll ever tell, I box better than I look. It was a sickness and that is when I decided I needed the sock. It's not easy being in an abusive relationship, from either side. I can say I hit him good enough that I earned those broken ribs. Bygones fuckers, I don't like to hit but I'll break my hand forever if ever hurt me that bad and say you gonna kill my kids, I flung at him hard, really hard for the little bitch I am. He was bleeding good, and that's when he hit my ribs. I regret nothing other than his stupidity to get aggressive. I would not have swung had he not threatened - and he MEANT it, to hurt the dogs. I'd had enough. I fully admit I went at him hard, full beat box, gorging eyes and swinging at nose. I am not a hitter normally, I do better by words, but I had simply been pushed too far and went at him like a banshee. He came back at me etc. Ribs heal, memories are a bit harder. I'm older now, handle myself better but heh, I'd box that fucker again, I know from experience he is a sloppy fighter. :) And no, I didn't win that battle but I fought my little wings out.
- JM
Monday, August 31, 2015
Buttermoose and more.
Remember this is Mr's best friend. The lead singer and no he does not look like that normally. I recall when they parted ways because we were getting married I was cleaning his bathroom and he was crazy embarrassed of the piss laden floor. Was circling like a vulture as I scrubbed it to reasonable humanity. I kept telling him I was once a CNA, I've cleaned shit up the walls and... shit stuck to them with amazing accuracy.. It was nothing. So that's Ray. We tip toe around each other honestly. I like him a good deal but he is .... well he is Ray, so that's fair enough.
I feel I got in the way of their being happy male roommates and shit, but it was the natural progression. He asks me how I keep the house so clean. I imagine that is his form of a compliment so just come up with bullshit like it was Kylee's turn and she earned a bone.
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In more awesomeness.... Let's general it up. I picked the lyrics version because it is very moving to me. Get your hippy on baby, I will turn you sooner or later. It's wise my love. As always.... I mean my songs. I am not for war, this is a smart song,and extremity applies outside of war. Sometimes you just tilt a head and see that people are inherently flawed. We pick our battles, think outside of box. Be the wiser man.....
- JM
I feel I got in the way of their being happy male roommates and shit, but it was the natural progression. He asks me how I keep the house so clean. I imagine that is his form of a compliment so just come up with bullshit like it was Kylee's turn and she earned a bone.
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In more awesomeness.... Let's general it up. I picked the lyrics version because it is very moving to me. Get your hippy on baby, I will turn you sooner or later. It's wise my love. As always.... I mean my songs. I am not for war, this is a smart song,and extremity applies outside of war. Sometimes you just tilt a head and see that people are inherently flawed. We pick our battles, think outside of box. Be the wiser man.....
- JM
Friday, August 28, 2015
Double Friday
Ever lose track of the day of week? Sure we all have.
So my sister texts that she thought yesterday was Friday and was crazy bummed that she felt she was doing it again, like groundhog day and shit. I told her to use it as an awesome excuse, tell the office
"I already did Friday, and don't see any sense in doing it twice. I did it pretty good the first time and I'm sorry that I am from the future. It is not my fault that you are a day behind."
Heh. I'd totally roll that kind of shit out of my mouth. Step up your game and time travel like I did!
That will get someone either thinking you are nutballs, or funny. Picky chosey, I wouldn't care about either selection.
- JM
So my sister texts that she thought yesterday was Friday and was crazy bummed that she felt she was doing it again, like groundhog day and shit. I told her to use it as an awesome excuse, tell the office
"I already did Friday, and don't see any sense in doing it twice. I did it pretty good the first time and I'm sorry that I am from the future. It is not my fault that you are a day behind."
Heh. I'd totally roll that kind of shit out of my mouth. Step up your game and time travel like I did!
That will get someone either thinking you are nutballs, or funny. Picky chosey, I wouldn't care about either selection.
- JM
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Let me smell.....
It's so fucking ghetto I need it. I have been in the bath singing this shit and Mr like.... say what? Now he out there singing it to his friends while playing his .... Battlefield with his friends. Every now and then I just hear "lemme smell your dick". It's actually pretty good, she has skills, it's catchy beat with good vocals. Lyrics lmfao... smelling dicks no good. Or him aying thats how bitches get eyes swelled up. I may have posted this before but I actually bought this album. It was never sent. -JM
Saturday, August 22, 2015
50 Ways
Simon and Garfunkel huge in my world. Shame they got all fighty.
So uh..... yeah. I'm pointy, always am with lyrics.
-JM
Friday, August 14, 2015
Flashback Friday
At the time this song really upset people. Not only was jesus black, she brought in an entire black choir. That wasn't "normal" then, it confused fuckers.
This one more of my favorite....
And I love dobermans. One her ber best imo. The lyrics are very thoughtful.
Flashback Toys: These were huge in the 80's happy meal toys. Chicken nuggets in costume, rock! I had a few. - JM
This one more of my favorite....
And I love dobermans. One her ber best imo. The lyrics are very thoughtful.
Flashback Toys: These were huge in the 80's happy meal toys. Chicken nuggets in costume, rock! I had a few. - JM
Friday, August 7, 2015
Hustlin'
Potential repeat. After an all week job scrab and two interviews..... I feel like this.....one must keep their levity. - JM
- JM
- JM
In my Dreams...
No shit this week I dreamt of my hair falling out in chunks (horror!! I've nary a hair to start with!), chasing my way home and lastly giant mother fucking spiders. For fun I guess. I actually woke Mister up on the last one, and said, "Baby.... piders!!!!!! Big ones, black widow ones that grew bigger every time you stomped it." He rolled over and said "well, that happens."
It reminded me of a lovely tranny who took a Grace Slick (Jefferson Airplane, think White Rabbit) song to awesomeness. Play it out. I am never unintentional. Any idea how fucking hard it is go on pointe? Nary a toe survives, it's amazing. Plus I'm just into art, and this deserves a nod.
Weee......Go ask Alice, true Jefferson Airplane. The psychedelic era is always a good time and curious if you listen right.
- JM
Weee......Go ask Alice, true Jefferson Airplane. The psychedelic era is always a good time and curious if you listen right.
- JM
Monday, July 20, 2015
Everybody wants some
Better Off Dead is an epic 80's movie. Crazy epic. Find a way to watch it, won't be disappointed. - JM
Friday, July 17, 2015
I'm gonna burn one down
If you like don't like my fire, then don't come around......
We saw this man live with Jack Johnson. Outdoors in Reno. Even outside you could get high within a five mile sniff, it was fucking amazing. Not because of the pot consumption, just the hippy fucking attitude that if you didn't walk in with, was contagious.
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We saw this man live with Jack Johnson. Outdoors in Reno. Even outside you could get high within a five mile sniff, it was fucking amazing. Not because of the pot consumption, just the hippy fucking attitude that if you didn't walk in with, was contagious.
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Thursday, July 16, 2015
Used to know......
Life has no strings unless you make them. Can be sad when someone lets you down, but really..... it's not. It's honesty and love of who that person is and how they respect, appreciate or don't, you as a friend, family or what the fuck ever. Hurts sometimes, but it get's that simple and better to know now than after investing a gang of time and love into a one sided relationship, from anyone. I told you to go Anquarian, we give a shit, but also have the easy ability to not care and walk away when justified, come to the water side....
Don't think my sentiment here means I don't care. I do, grandly at times but also can't let my pasts haunt and fuck with my daily. I guess I think it best to compartmentalize those things or address them if they are being a nag. Can't have it both ways. I'm fine saying goodbye to those who can't be bothered. I am not in the habit of a rabbit chase. Sometimes it is as simple as someone you used to know.....
- JM
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Human Nature Remix
A lot more buzz flashing on Caitlin Jenner. Leave her be, it's human nature, everyone need to quit judging and the pickery. Anyone in this world perfect and uniform who isn't bullshitting? Not never. Stop the eating of others for simple boredom, it destroys lives. And ps - Miss you Micheal, you are a very odd bird but amazing and misunderstood. "Why why do they do me that way, I like living this way,I like loving this way"
- JM
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Atomic Forever
We've done this but, in the spirit of dog talk today..... 1982, atomic dog betch. This 80's in every way, look at fashion. Rock!! George Clinton and the Parliment Funkidelic /heart -JM
Undone
I believe I mentioned that my sister was insane about Duran Duran. I stepped on a record.... yes we had records, and she thought it quite intentional. I'm not certain it wasn't, but I do not recall aiming for it, was likely having clumsy Jeni twirl, I was I think about 8 years of age.
- JM
Monday, July 13, 2015
Flopping
Right. And yeah I often start that way because it is simply how I speak. So let's talk circa fuck all, 2000? Freshly married to a man I never liked and have no excuse for marrying. My mother literally cried.
His summer party was at Wild Waters in Sparks. I felt .... poorly and ordered the chicken cutlet inserts. With greedy hands and a wild accepting smile, I signed for said goodness and stole into the bathroom like a bandit with contraband thinking holy shit, I have boobs!
I had purchased an entire new bikini and all the pretentious shit to impress people I didn't know, never would and gave a single shit about. But there I was..... walking in like Jenna Fucking Jameson on crack...... bouncing in with those stupid things as if a photo shoot was happening.
Everyone having a good time, I know no one and make zero attempt to reach out and be fake. I have learned in later years to embrace this.
I still resent it.
So I am dared to hit a water slider called the Black Widow. Which means I had to climb a fucking mountain of angry stairs. I did so. Slowly. I waved braver fuckers passed me with no pissy at all. By all means, test that fucker out.
My turn. Let's examine black widow. It is a complete black out chute at like... mock 50 million. I shot out... about fifty million miles an hour, raft gone, and trying to get myself proper when I hear "Mommy what IS that thing!!!!!" as she covers her kid, my fake boob totally bobbing nipple up in the water.
In front of my ex husbands entire company, I plucked it out of the water and ran off. I gave no one an explanation.
His summer party was at Wild Waters in Sparks. I felt .... poorly and ordered the chicken cutlet inserts. With greedy hands and a wild accepting smile, I signed for said goodness and stole into the bathroom like a bandit with contraband thinking holy shit, I have boobs!
I had purchased an entire new bikini and all the pretentious shit to impress people I didn't know, never would and gave a single shit about. But there I was..... walking in like Jenna Fucking Jameson on crack...... bouncing in with those stupid things as if a photo shoot was happening.
Everyone having a good time, I know no one and make zero attempt to reach out and be fake. I have learned in later years to embrace this.
I still resent it.
So I am dared to hit a water slider called the Black Widow. Which means I had to climb a fucking mountain of angry stairs. I did so. Slowly. I waved braver fuckers passed me with no pissy at all. By all means, test that fucker out.
My turn. Let's examine black widow. It is a complete black out chute at like... mock 50 million. I shot out... about fifty million miles an hour, raft gone, and trying to get myself proper when I hear "Mommy what IS that thing!!!!!" as she covers her kid, my fake boob totally bobbing nipple up in the water.
In front of my ex husbands entire company, I plucked it out of the water and ran off. I gave no one an explanation.
Monday, June 29, 2015
Here, kitty kiity
Cat sitter (Carson City)
compensation: $10 per visit. part-time
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Language 101
New word in my house tonight.
Pussifitory.
My ears caught said word as my Mister was playing his online shit that he is wont to play and flat blasted another player, and accused him of being pussifitory. I immediately tilted my head into a world of "that's awesome" new accusatory statement.
Not just being a pussy, but the actual ENGAGEMENT of actively being one. I can't say I have heard, nor created anything that incredible in a long time.
I've heard pussification, or pussified, certainly. Those are both past tense, he ... I still can't stop laughing, called someone that AS they were in the process of his opinion, doing it. Best adverb like.... ever.
Not only did he create the word, he used his headset thing ----- whatever men children use to yap to their gaming buddies... it's like a one eared headset with a microphone, he totally lit this person up in a slur of anger that I could only at first blink at, my posture stopping me mid-stride in interest, brows raising, then began clapping immediately in pure glee and magic. That's the kind of word that will shut a mother fucker up. I married well. Really, how do you reply to that, I could but it would take a minute. My hat is off to Mr tonight.
- JM
Not just being a pussy, but the actual ENGAGEMENT of actively being one. I can't say I have heard, nor created anything that incredible in a long time.
I've heard pussification, or pussified, certainly. Those are both past tense, he ... I still can't stop laughing, called someone that AS they were in the process of his opinion, doing it. Best adverb like.... ever.
Not only did he create the word, he used his headset thing ----- whatever men children use to yap to their gaming buddies... it's like a one eared headset with a microphone, he totally lit this person up in a slur of anger that I could only at first blink at, my posture stopping me mid-stride in interest, brows raising, then began clapping immediately in pure glee and magic. That's the kind of word that will shut a mother fucker up. I married well. Really, how do you reply to that, I could but it would take a minute. My hat is off to Mr tonight.
- JM
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Agitation Nation
Ok..... so a lot of buzz this week about the confederate flag. It's an asshole, seriously a fucking cocking sucking asshole of a silent statement.. I do not recall the last time I saw one blazing that wasn't attached to a bigoted racist. At one time it was a symbol of the proud south.... but hm, with a sideways cringe.... what were they so proud of? Enslaving people they deemed less human on the simple, and I MEAN simple, thought that other races were lessor? I am happy it's being questioned and potentially gone, but realistically.... all the issue is doing is riling up those WITH the flags to fight and go all angry. "It's mine, I'll do what I please!" It's not all that different from the right to bear arms fight. It is equally my right to say shut the fuck up to both. You don't need to flare a flag of hate, or march around with a weapon just because "you can." It is shortsighted, ignorant, and really tells the intelligent people to simply avoid you with eyebrows raised in the fashion of "oh shit, we have one of THOSE here. Check please?"
In other news, the government is forcing companies to cool out the artificial colors in their food. Soooo expect Trix and Lucky Charms to go greyscale soon. Ya know, I'm actively dying everyday I wake up.... please don't tell me that I cant have color in my food. I am very aware a marshmallow doesn't wake up pink and purple. But as it floats in my bowl of rainbow bliss.... I'm buying it by the buckets. Sack off. Also quit picking on my transfat foods. If I am so stupid to kill myself in fatty goodness, let me. This is America right, because I'm not seeing much of it anymore. Everyone with a reason to be pissed. Be pissed, by all means, wave a flag and march it out, but don't make your pissed impact my personal rights because you deem it healthy, or moral, or whatever bullshit faction you make stickers for. Just sayin'. Song as always, quite intended.
- JM
In other news, the government is forcing companies to cool out the artificial colors in their food. Soooo expect Trix and Lucky Charms to go greyscale soon. Ya know, I'm actively dying everyday I wake up.... please don't tell me that I cant have color in my food. I am very aware a marshmallow doesn't wake up pink and purple. But as it floats in my bowl of rainbow bliss.... I'm buying it by the buckets. Sack off. Also quit picking on my transfat foods. If I am so stupid to kill myself in fatty goodness, let me. This is America right, because I'm not seeing much of it anymore. Everyone with a reason to be pissed. Be pissed, by all means, wave a flag and march it out, but don't make your pissed impact my personal rights because you deem it healthy, or moral, or whatever bullshit faction you make stickers for. Just sayin'. Song as always, quite intended.
- JM
Friday, June 19, 2015
Within You
1986 - Labyrinth. I have never been particularly into men in tight pants, but I do appreciate a good puppet and song. A very poetic movie if you study art and think too much about how things are applied in a subtle way, or are simply an insomniac until it takes on odd meaning. One of my favorite artists is MC Escher. This scene is so much his artwork I just curl into happy whenever I see it.
I recently was asked by my sister for a dabble of assistance with an art appreciation paper she had to write for a college course. Ok, not a problem, I did the same for an English course for her that pissed me off grandly because she said it was plagiarized. Hm, ok it was a piece ABOUT plagiarism, and how professors use software to detect it. Naturally my references would be picked up.... but I was really offended at the time because I have always had enough words for myself, I do not and will never, need to copy someone else.
All the same I agreed to write her paper on art appreciation because I took the classes, did the work and am very well versed in a topic not completely understood. When I started the course I thought how lame, staring at paintings all day and making poppycock, bullshit assertions about the color application and what have you. I was wrong.
Art appreciation truly wraps into history, another of my great loves and that is where I found the balance. People created expression in any given time in accordance to the fashion OF that time. So to look at a still of a puffed up woman in repose, was quite fitting to the time. THAT to me is where it became interesting.
So... I wrote her paper and she spat it back. Asked me for references from the web, I said.... um... me? Lol I seriously studied college art, I didn't need googles help. The topic was Impressionism. Easy as fuck and not my favorite genre but again - it represented a huge movement in artists' going against the grain and truly changed what was accepted as art until that time, that is history. The artists who started that movement were persecuted, totally shunned by the public, Napoleon III himself was who deemed it art and shut them up. I wrote a good paper, if she changes it without a lot of study she is silly as fuck. I absolutely know what I'm talking about. I think because I write with big words she thinks I copied it. No idea, but funny if she doesn't know me better. Anyhow MC Escher is batshit crazy awesome. Most of his work seems like it came out of mania, nay.... it is insanely clever. Take you an art appreciation course sometime. It's not nearly as drab as it seems. - JM
I recently was asked by my sister for a dabble of assistance with an art appreciation paper she had to write for a college course. Ok, not a problem, I did the same for an English course for her that pissed me off grandly because she said it was plagiarized. Hm, ok it was a piece ABOUT plagiarism, and how professors use software to detect it. Naturally my references would be picked up.... but I was really offended at the time because I have always had enough words for myself, I do not and will never, need to copy someone else.
All the same I agreed to write her paper on art appreciation because I took the classes, did the work and am very well versed in a topic not completely understood. When I started the course I thought how lame, staring at paintings all day and making poppycock, bullshit assertions about the color application and what have you. I was wrong.
Art appreciation truly wraps into history, another of my great loves and that is where I found the balance. People created expression in any given time in accordance to the fashion OF that time. So to look at a still of a puffed up woman in repose, was quite fitting to the time. THAT to me is where it became interesting.
So... I wrote her paper and she spat it back. Asked me for references from the web, I said.... um... me? Lol I seriously studied college art, I didn't need googles help. The topic was Impressionism. Easy as fuck and not my favorite genre but again - it represented a huge movement in artists' going against the grain and truly changed what was accepted as art until that time, that is history. The artists who started that movement were persecuted, totally shunned by the public, Napoleon III himself was who deemed it art and shut them up. I wrote a good paper, if she changes it without a lot of study she is silly as fuck. I absolutely know what I'm talking about. I think because I write with big words she thinks I copied it. No idea, but funny if she doesn't know me better. Anyhow MC Escher is batshit crazy awesome. Most of his work seems like it came out of mania, nay.... it is insanely clever. Take you an art appreciation course sometime. It's not nearly as drab as it seems. - JM
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Caitlin
What's the problem? I don't see it. Only issue I see is the sensationalism of it, which I suppose I understand as something that has been shoved under a carpet and shamed for decades but with everything going on this planet.... THIS is our issue??
If someone says they are female or male, who gives a shit. It impacts absolutely nothing on me. That the hierarchy of the Christian and religious facts are vulturing on people who feel how they do instinctively, instead of feeding the poor, healing the sick..... shame on you. It is well within the bible that God will judge, sack off and stop thinking he needs you to do his bidding, he is quite capable if you truly believe in him. Spread the word of acceptance, even if you disagree. Humble servants of the Lord - if you read the good book as they say, it is our only duty. Not our place to judge and condemn, please review the holy book and stop taking it so fucking literal. It only makes you look like a bigoted asshole who is missing the entire point the Lord tried to make. Rock on Caitlyn and all like her!
This dedication goes out most intentionally. Leave enough alone, there are bigger problems in the world. Get over yourselves, your self-contained and not invited judgements and have a cup of fucking tea. Be surprised how awesome the world is when you step off the soap box. (Ash of course this isn't at you, I am simply blogging here instead of where I used to. So you get it all lol)
- JM
If someone says they are female or male, who gives a shit. It impacts absolutely nothing on me. That the hierarchy of the Christian and religious facts are vulturing on people who feel how they do instinctively, instead of feeding the poor, healing the sick..... shame on you. It is well within the bible that God will judge, sack off and stop thinking he needs you to do his bidding, he is quite capable if you truly believe in him. Spread the word of acceptance, even if you disagree. Humble servants of the Lord - if you read the good book as they say, it is our only duty. Not our place to judge and condemn, please review the holy book and stop taking it so fucking literal. It only makes you look like a bigoted asshole who is missing the entire point the Lord tried to make. Rock on Caitlyn and all like her!
This dedication goes out most intentionally. Leave enough alone, there are bigger problems in the world. Get over yourselves, your self-contained and not invited judgements and have a cup of fucking tea. Be surprised how awesome the world is when you step off the soap box. (Ash of course this isn't at you, I am simply blogging here instead of where I used to. So you get it all lol)
- JM
Shack it up
Barely made it into the 80's, and far from my favorite song of theirs but they so fucking weird and throwback hipster ya just can't look away. I remember at the time this came out thinking "Holy shit!!!!.... Ginger from Gilligan's Island got out and became a pop star, right on sister!"
- JM
Your Love....
1986 - Your Love
I can't believe we embraced this style. I extra dig the fake guitar playing, were they even trying to bullshit? Long live the mullet yo. Keep the neon blaring babe, I miss ya. - JM
Monday, June 8, 2015
Til you get enough....
This smacks a bit of late 70's, but what do we care. Get your Michael on!!! I sure miss him and wear my shirt every year on the anniversary of his moving out, usually under my clothes.
So, don't stop 'til you get enough!!! Soul Train was bomb! /dances and prances!!!!
- JM
So, don't stop 'til you get enough!!! Soul Train was bomb! /dances and prances!!!!
- JM
Sunday, June 7, 2015
The Promise
Bouncing back to the 80s. Probably one of the most meaningful songs to me, although a contradiction.
I have never needed friends, I blink at social shit like it's an obligation, always have. I could care less how people are on the day to day, short of illness. That doesn't mean I am immune, it simply means I have no problem detaching myself from things that I deem not worth my time and emotion. Asshole-ism. I suppose I just go blank, I care but feeding that emotion when I know it's one sided makes no sense, I am not a counselor. I can give advice, perspective.... but I am no one's parent or mentor.
That said, when I do find a true kindred I am glue. I am the monkey wrapped with all legs around tightly, clinging and begging for a treat. Eternally. I don't think it's very odd to be estranged from most people, I can and do interact, but on a soulful level.... I picky. There are a handful, and I mean that.... one hand I can count them on.... I give a shit about enough to get jail time if the situation called lol. All else are moot and passing memories in the breeze. I don't think that is too uncommon, but probably some sort of diagnosis if I ever saw a therapist. Perhaps I am indeed a giraffe, we don't really "need" anyone, but it's nice if the right one introduces itself. I am grateful for those few I have. It's quite the test to get into my heart, but worth it, I'd as the lyrics say .... walk the world, and always be there........
- JM
I have never needed friends, I blink at social shit like it's an obligation, always have. I could care less how people are on the day to day, short of illness. That doesn't mean I am immune, it simply means I have no problem detaching myself from things that I deem not worth my time and emotion. Asshole-ism. I suppose I just go blank, I care but feeding that emotion when I know it's one sided makes no sense, I am not a counselor. I can give advice, perspective.... but I am no one's parent or mentor.
That said, when I do find a true kindred I am glue. I am the monkey wrapped with all legs around tightly, clinging and begging for a treat. Eternally. I don't think it's very odd to be estranged from most people, I can and do interact, but on a soulful level.... I picky. There are a handful, and I mean that.... one hand I can count them on.... I give a shit about enough to get jail time if the situation called lol. All else are moot and passing memories in the breeze. I don't think that is too uncommon, but probably some sort of diagnosis if I ever saw a therapist. Perhaps I am indeed a giraffe, we don't really "need" anyone, but it's nice if the right one introduces itself. I am grateful for those few I have. It's quite the test to get into my heart, but worth it, I'd as the lyrics say .... walk the world, and always be there........
- JM
Friday, June 5, 2015
Coccaine - Clapton
This is technically 1980's, but long before Eric Clapton lost his kid and what all.You can google a live version, but all that I found was lacking in quality that the song deserves.
My personal memoir. Coke was the shit! This all in much, much younger years, but a clean line has no comparison to the shit people are making in their sinks that leave you twitching for days like a manic on the hunt for more and more. Pure coke isn't that that way, not insidious, but certainly not a vitamin.
I have many a fond memory, one being holed up in a hotel room with half of Mr's co-workers, all in groups of varying levels throughout the suite. Some were at a table playing cards, some talking and talking and talking for the sake of it while chewing gum at super speed, others on the phone procuring more drugs, and the section of people in front of the television playing mario cart as if they had money on it, and others in the bathroom throwing up while another held their hair and swore they still looked pretty, and everyone.... everyone.... was chain smoking. It was a buzz in the ears of chatter and doings, over stimulation of all the senses at once and was truly a party.
I visited all stations.
I found myself corn rolling braids on a guy named AJ. He was fired soon after for doing heroin in the work bathroom, but still.... that night I rolled his hair as he played the mario game, it was an awesome head of unnecessary hair that my fingers couldn't keep out of. He looked like a sloppy Kurt Cobain brunette in dire need of hair help. AJ that night out of the blue screamed "School is for penguins!" That is where I got that phrase and have adapted it to many a thing. Work is for penguins, sober is for penguins, etc..... you get it. I have to agree, many a bullshit things.... are for penguins. Amen AJ. Too old for it now, but good times.
-JM
My personal memoir. Coke was the shit! This all in much, much younger years, but a clean line has no comparison to the shit people are making in their sinks that leave you twitching for days like a manic on the hunt for more and more. Pure coke isn't that that way, not insidious, but certainly not a vitamin.
I have many a fond memory, one being holed up in a hotel room with half of Mr's co-workers, all in groups of varying levels throughout the suite. Some were at a table playing cards, some talking and talking and talking for the sake of it while chewing gum at super speed, others on the phone procuring more drugs, and the section of people in front of the television playing mario cart as if they had money on it, and others in the bathroom throwing up while another held their hair and swore they still looked pretty, and everyone.... everyone.... was chain smoking. It was a buzz in the ears of chatter and doings, over stimulation of all the senses at once and was truly a party.
I visited all stations.
I found myself corn rolling braids on a guy named AJ. He was fired soon after for doing heroin in the work bathroom, but still.... that night I rolled his hair as he played the mario game, it was an awesome head of unnecessary hair that my fingers couldn't keep out of. He looked like a sloppy Kurt Cobain brunette in dire need of hair help. AJ that night out of the blue screamed "School is for penguins!" That is where I got that phrase and have adapted it to many a thing. Work is for penguins, sober is for penguins, etc..... you get it. I have to agree, many a bullshit things.... are for penguins. Amen AJ. Too old for it now, but good times.
-JM
Friday, May 29, 2015
Let's go back in time again....
Talk about!!! Too many obsolete yet fabulous lyrics here to care, (shovel with a shoe shine? why fucking not...) just dance! Weeee.... miss you betch!
-JM
Friday, May 22, 2015
Monday, May 11, 2015
Haters
Very apprehensive about new job tomorrow. My style is preppy, my hair too glittery, and my humor often incites blank stares until (or IF) it catches up to the person it falls upon. It often doesn't and I come off as a jerk, or aloof because my wit is many times fast and wrapped in rhetoric. Cats ..... are fucking aloof... I am not. I am however a slow burn and sneak up like a bed bug... except the good kind heh, not the ones you burn your house down to eradicate. I hope I am liked. If not well.....
- JM
Friday, May 8, 2015
Friday, April 24, 2015
Remix?
I don't always remember what songs I've posted in the past... ok I recall a few of them but I am consistent so if asked I am likely to give the response I did when I posted it, but whatever I repeat remains awesome.
This one seems applicable presently.... "the day that you stop running is the day you've arrived.... stop chasing shadows just enjoy the ride."
-JM
-JM
Reality
Regina sings as fast as we talk. Great song. My mom is sick again (still), and I know by her emails she is reaching for help but doesn't know what to do, and neither do I because know how it feels to be so scared but still lying in denial about what's wrong. - JM
Thursday, April 23, 2015
When I'm gone....
I already cry. Do not sacrifice ir make excuses. To those who loved you when convenient, they can suck a dick. I've been crazy in love with you for a good while, you deserve better than you allow. I dont understand it because you are ten times a harder bitch than I can ever be, but you let people walk on you. Stop it. I insist and know you will go everywhere you aim. But I already miss you. - JM
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Update to Jon's Not Giving a What
Ok, I tend to be a word fiend but I was on my playlist and I never actually noticed that he said "Step aside bitches because I give the lowest amount of fuck humanly possible."
If that isn't one of the greatest things ever to say I don't know what is. I GIVE THE LOWEST AMOUNT OF FUCK HUMANLY POSSIBLE.
That tickles me in a way I can't drag myself from under the bed in a ball of giggle. I can't count how often that line, or similar has ran through my head,. It smacks "I'm batshit crazy and about to pop off and I'm taking everyone with me."
Now, I know Jon wasn't precisely, or seriously planning to kill anyone's toaster but that is an epic fucking line. Lowest amount? Rock....
Between the below and this repeat.... balance. Squint, then get all peacified. Yes, I made a word! To be peacy-
- JM
Piss Pad
Ever have to hit the bathroom hard, felt the urine creeping up like a full on tantrum and "almost:" make it? If not, guess what, age is coming and it shocks you with sudden reality. Once finally in the loo, it is but a dribble of embarrassment, and you think all that rush for THIS???? This pitiful smack of a bathroom stop was so fucking urgent? Nervous pissing is the worst.
This is pretty, wish I knew sign language..... - JM
"Tomorrow we'll be free...... Let's not fight, I 'm tired can't we just sleep...... "
This is pretty, wish I knew sign language..... - JM
"Tomorrow we'll be free...... Let's not fight, I 'm tired can't we just sleep...... "
Saturday, April 18, 2015
I dont give a what what????
To lighten shit up...... this is mandatory theme song. Just wake up and roll this in in head with a beat to your stride as your stride into work........... lol. - JM
The Boxer
Absorb lyrics, please,. Heart, these new ones are very ones close to me. You are in love with a very different generation than I am, but both are interesting. Mine makes me cry lol, yours ... hairspray!!!! The Video does not depict lyrics, but is ...ya, close eyes and just listen. - JM
Friday, April 17, 2015
Hippy Time
This just me, I've always had a hippy leg tucked under the pants.. Posing... new perspectives. -JM
J fav carries on....
My turn for songs that I was into..... none are unintentional. Calculated as ever, but don't take it exactly literally perhaps, it's not a complete love song. Be a bit broad, that it's simply sometimes a simple distancing of self, or knowing a disconnection of life in some way. Listen, it says, I don't know that I will, but until I can find me, ...... I'll be what what I am. Promise it will resonate, I love you!!! -JM
Friday, April 10, 2015
If I were a Wealthy Man
So here is where we have a problem.
Below are two renditions. Both I like to a degree I feel like the first version is shitting on my lore. I am very apt to speedy fun music, but this one..... they went and took a monumental song and made it a likable mockery. Tevye, in the movie Fiddler on the Roof is making a statement about being quite poor, jewish, and in the underbelly of humanity scrutiny. I can't compare Gwens shit to it, it seems very bold to me to remake it, and in her wealth saying "if I were a rich girl" Fiddler on the Roof is one of my favorite top three movies. The acts against the jewish in all countries inexcusable. Gwen might have not picked that song if she really watched the sentiment of that movie.
Now the real deal........ Please ,see the movie.
Below are two renditions. Both I like to a degree I feel like the first version is shitting on my lore. I am very apt to speedy fun music, but this one..... they went and took a monumental song and made it a likable mockery. Tevye, in the movie Fiddler on the Roof is making a statement about being quite poor, jewish, and in the underbelly of humanity scrutiny. I can't compare Gwens shit to it, it seems very bold to me to remake it, and in her wealth saying "if I were a rich girl" Fiddler on the Roof is one of my favorite top three movies. The acts against the jewish in all countries inexcusable. Gwen might have not picked that song if she really watched the sentiment of that movie.
Now the real deal........ Please ,see the movie.
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Can I get a what what?
Circa 1999. I was working for a really cool civil engineer. I use the term loosely as I once watched an entire team of civil engineers argue over a crooked picture on the wall for a good thirty minutes. One went so far as to propose a self straitening screw to alleviate the problem. They were serious. With a mouthful of chips, I walked over and with a cheeto finger, straightened it, and returned to my desk,
One of the engineers was a Pakistani man named Imran. Potentially one of the smartest influences in my life. Another tale later of that, I really learned so much culturally there.
So Mr. Imran falls in love with a kindred, named Umbreen. She is most awesome... insanely smart but has muscular dystrophy. She needs the lower arm crutches to get about but gives two shits. Imran is royalty in his country so battles with staying with a woman who might not produce kids, which is quite important to their culture.
Umbreen opens a club in Reno. I know graphic design fairly enough so offered to help and designed her menu and a couple of flyers to drag people in, was paid, and given free pass to first show. Headliner was a male review.
.................
Yeah. My sister and I rolled in, got drinks. I immediately began folding my one dollar bills into stripper form and ling them on the table. This was my sisters first time and her eyes bulged and fingers began to follow the path of the fold before the music began.
Now let me say, male strippers and that environment aren't my ice cream. All men men flip flop it around back and forth as if to scream "look what I got!" , I can get that at home and it's impressive if we having a flip flap contest, we taking the gold... all the same, this many many years prior to mister and Umbreen was launching her club with ... not the worst of men.
My sister was a ball of blush, but it was dark so all could see was her with lips around a straw and eyes diverted. Her bachelorette party would prove quite different lol.
So a couple gents come and go, then the music starts.....
Dirty South. This giant black man comes outs flapping like a trapped seagull. Every jaw in the room hit the floor. My hand robotically reached for the saved folded dollars. He came over and happily winged his way into my dollars. I don't think my eyebrows went down for two days. My sister was hiding under the table, was shy then lol.
He came came back with full crew end of show to this song:
Again not my ice cream, but I went home broke .
Until next time.....
One of the engineers was a Pakistani man named Imran. Potentially one of the smartest influences in my life. Another tale later of that, I really learned so much culturally there.
So Mr. Imran falls in love with a kindred, named Umbreen. She is most awesome... insanely smart but has muscular dystrophy. She needs the lower arm crutches to get about but gives two shits. Imran is royalty in his country so battles with staying with a woman who might not produce kids, which is quite important to their culture.
Umbreen opens a club in Reno. I know graphic design fairly enough so offered to help and designed her menu and a couple of flyers to drag people in, was paid, and given free pass to first show. Headliner was a male review.
.................
Yeah. My sister and I rolled in, got drinks. I immediately began folding my one dollar bills into stripper form and ling them on the table. This was my sisters first time and her eyes bulged and fingers began to follow the path of the fold before the music began.
Now let me say, male strippers and that environment aren't my ice cream. All men men flip flop it around back and forth as if to scream "look what I got!" , I can get that at home and it's impressive if we having a flip flap contest, we taking the gold... all the same, this many many years prior to mister and Umbreen was launching her club with ... not the worst of men.
My sister was a ball of blush, but it was dark so all could see was her with lips around a straw and eyes diverted. Her bachelorette party would prove quite different lol.
So a couple gents come and go, then the music starts.....
Dirty South. This giant black man comes outs flapping like a trapped seagull. Every jaw in the room hit the floor. My hand robotically reached for the saved folded dollars. He came over and happily winged his way into my dollars. I don't think my eyebrows went down for two days. My sister was hiding under the table, was shy then lol.
He came came back with full crew end of show to this song:
Again not my ice cream, but I went home broke .
Until next time.....
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Etchin' a sketch
All I can say for this 80's toy is ..... what the fuck. Seriously?????????? On a fucking etch a sketch?? You ain't working. You home being mental on drugs, extendedly, to draw this piece of rock.
My shit be like:
Excellent toy, but I feel like etch was a set up. Very hard to do anything useful lest a fucker like above draw a picasso on it. Props tho... no hatin' but most us did tic tac toe.
My shit be like:
Excellent toy, but I feel like etch was a set up. Very hard to do anything useful lest a fucker like above draw a picasso on it. Props tho... no hatin' but most us did tic tac toe.
Lite Brite Weee
Ok, this was a highly coveted item. I refuse to call it a toy because to the child that received it, it was like Jesus dropped from the sky and delivered it in person, it was Holy Grail. Santa couldn't even be so awesome as to send this box of awe.
Lite Brite is a bag of pegs. A black chart of where to dart the said pegs and a box that made your art go OOOooooooo and light up if you didn't fuck your colors. Upside - kid totally gone for like two hours. Downside - animals eat the pegs, and kid never picks them up. It's a parents' peg nightmare but an insanely cool toy.
Lite Brite is a bag of pegs. A black chart of where to dart the said pegs and a box that made your art go OOOooooooo and light up if you didn't fuck your colors. Upside - kid totally gone for like two hours. Downside - animals eat the pegs, and kid never picks them up. It's a parents' peg nightmare but an insanely cool toy.
Rotary Distdain
THIS fucking thing, in the 80's was an asshole. Pure asshole and truly it remains an asshole, it was so slow it seemed to be an asshole on purpose and overflowing with asshole mockery. There were no other phone options then but everyone knew it sucked, stank of asshole, and we collectively hated it. Need police in a hurry? Best of luck. Ass out!
Friday, March 27, 2015
Semblance
I'm starting to post songs a bit more me, the lyrics in all of these are extremely intentional. This one, quite poignant. My mother recently asked me to contact my step dad's son on behalf of his dad. It's been about 25 years. I did such, but I felt at the time that if his son wanted to speak to his dad he would have. I remember meeting son once many years ago when my grandmother was alive and holy shit he was hot! I have no idea why he has disdain for my pop, lol god knows I have a millions more current reasons to. This isn't my business and no interest in making it so, but I find it sad to see a divide when we only live live once.
- DM
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Dont look at my girlfirend!
I get to play ...... this has always been amazing. Hoping to grow you new ears...... xo
Monday, March 23, 2015
Prophet
Below is Jude Chistodal. The most favorite thing Mister has ever had as a favorite. He is small time but massively talented. For our fifth wedding anniversary I wrote to Jude, I explained Mister's fondness and in return received a hand signed CD and poster that reads "Happy Anniversary Mr. Wolford" Lol.... yeah me and my mister shit. It was fucking awesome yet hard to trump in later years of gift giving.
Jude has many amazing songs, and I recall when we first began dating he was twitchy. He said "I dont know if I can share Jude with you" I was .... um.... ok? So obtaining signed shit from his jesus was most great. I rock that hard.
Crazy Game of Poker
I have many dedications related to the office... this a peaceful one. It truly was a crazy game of poker. I yet to fold.
Two Points for Honsety......
Heh. I have no words that it doesn't say. We moving from 80s a bit.... love you. This a good song, listen to words.
-DM
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-DM
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Let's Rasta Yo
We back baby......
I was lucky enough to this see amazing african group in person one year at Warp Tour about 13 years ago.. I'll add a better song but I tell you that I didn't leave that pit in dreadlocks was a shock. They are amazing!!!!! Fuckers were beating on turned over paint tubs. Absolutely rasta!
The next area is where I got my ass kicked by trashing fans, and smacked in the forehead with a water bottle. It was my first concert brawl, not my last. I'm small. but for mister I know how to crawl from danger.
- DM
I was lucky enough to this see amazing african group in person one year at Warp Tour about 13 years ago.. I'll add a better song but I tell you that I didn't leave that pit in dreadlocks was a shock. They are amazing!!!!! Fuckers were beating on turned over paint tubs. Absolutely rasta!
The next area is where I got my ass kicked by trashing fans, and smacked in the forehead with a water bottle. It was my first concert brawl, not my last. I'm small. but for mister I know how to crawl from danger.
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