August 3rd, 2008


Go wild! Go WILD! Go Wild, In The Country.

Like I said before I know we technically don't live in the Country, but it seems that way when I go outside at midnight and encounter a large rabbit charging full speed down the sidewalk (not in the grass but right down the sidewalk) and a spider spins one of those cool webs over a foot wide on my side porch where it will hopefully catch some of the approximately 1 million gnats and moths that swarm the side light. I watched big spider doing something with a big white wad (wrapped dinner? Egg sac? Silk ball?) for a few minutes until a moth dinged me on the chin causing me to jerk my head almost knocking my glasses (on my head cuz my prescription currently sux0rs) into the webworks, which are just above face level. I decided to go in after that.

This morning the entire engineering masterpiece appears to be gone. I think it's weird how they spin a whole new one every night. You'd think they could just patch up the old one at least for a few evenings.

We are currently having some kind of bizarro weather pattern where the temp is about 90 during the day and plummets down to 70 at night. In other words, I go to sleep hot and wake up at about 4 am absolutely freezing and having an anxiety attack from being woke up too early. When it happened this morning I decided to get up and go watch the last 7 parts of "The Madness of Prince Charming," the documentary on Adam Ant's career and struggle with bipolar disorder, that I started watching last night before falling asleep. (I noticed the same person has "The Pet Shop Boys: A Life in Pop" up as well, which I should also watch as I had no idea the Pet Shop Boys had been doing anything much less staging "Battleship Potemkin" in Trafalgar Square with an orchestra.) I figure if you're gonna feel mental in the wee hrs then may as well feel mental in the good company of Thee Ant. I don't think I ever had a real appreciation for How Big He Was in England because in those days, most of the bands that were Big in England could only be heard on 1000-watt college stations in Cleveland, plus MTV didn't really get going till I was out of high skewel (and when they did, it's not like you saw tons of British-charts-focused shite on there) so something like "Antmusic" coming out of a little radio speaker in 1980 Lakewood with zero context was more el strange-0 than Top of the Pops. It's a little weird watching Adam go from skinny sexxay young dude to podgy bewildered bald looking old dude in the documentary, but he seems to have maintained way more dignity than Boy George, and at least Annabella Lwin is still purty cute.
john + yoko

When Mac Sez Cheese.

With Ted packed off to Beaverworld this weekend, I'm having a nice staycation and getting to do all the schtuff I normally don't enjoy so much with him barging around in my space. Such as looking at dumbass celebrity coverage on the Us Magazine site, helpfully linked by Yahoo. I wish I could figure out how to get the endless Barack Obama and "50 Ways to Tell if He's Cheating On You" stories off my Yahoo portal page and instead see no news other than weird grisly true crimes, odd stuff like bunnies who save their owners from fires, and cute rockstar piccies such as ex-Beatles in candy-patterned jams.

US! magazine had the flaming nerve to stick this under "Beach Blunders." Uh, how so? I personally think he looks damn good for his age - what the hell is he now, almost 70? especially since he's always gone for the "cute" rather than the "sex symbol" image. Most rock stars would kill to look that good past age 50. And even if he wasn't a single millionaire, I'd still say those candy jams were adorable! Would US magazine rather he be in the ground like George and John? I don't think so.

Of course, then we have this horror, which is apparently Tori Amos, who I did not recognize at all. Nice to see she is finally dressing to match the batshittery that makes up her fanbase. Gah. That makes me want to go look at Gerard Depardieu's great big nude belly some more (Frenchmen skip the jams when they go to the beach).

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