And there I was, foaming at the mouth of stuttering madness and incoherent mutterings of some hybrid gargoyle priest when it occured to me...blood isn't always red, you know. How many ways are there to count the roses left for the rotting corpes that waylay in the path of some romantic's broken throbbing heart that beats for some jazz tune being played quite out of key and useless to resist the noise. So there it was, bleeding ears and breaking hearts and lude gestures left for the maitre d'.

My mind awoke from a morphene induced coma and it breathes.

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Mood:  don't ask

Long has it been. Over a year, 370 days to be exact, although I have frequented this page and somehow get a chuckle
or two out of it, thinking, "Man, I authored this." I never really think me funny unless I am talking about my husband's
mom, then hold back, cuz here come the tears of laughter and joy. It's mean & vicious, but it just makes me laugh.

These days I find myself making jewelry and such. I've completely abandoned my old ways and started anew. Nothing
to complain about either. It's nice, considering the many self employment opportunities I had created for myself and the
money I never made. It's weird to think, but I still enjoy sitting and waiting for the ship to come in.

SHOCKING!
Peter Jackson... Mr. Heavenly Creatures, Lord of the Rings, King Kong etc., looks as though he has lost a hobbit or two!
How? I had never heard nor seen anything about his methods or even that he had lost weight and then I see him on TV
promoting King Kong and he is THIN. After a bit of researching I have found this from wikipedia.com, "Between The
Return of the King and King Kong, Jackson lost a large amount of weight, (over 50 lbs/22.5kg) to the point of being
unrecognizable to some fans. He attributes his weight loss, according to Britain's Daily Telegraph to a diet change. He
said, "I just got tired of being overweight and unfit, so I changed my diet from hamburgers to yogurt and muesli and
it seems to work."


The Lost Art of Phrenology

"[Before phrenology] all we knew about the brain was, how to slice it..." R. Chenevix (phrenologist), 1828.
Oh, the task of slicing the brain, cutting it like a Thanksgiving turkey, an Easter ham. Trying to pin down one's reason
for being so benelovent, violent, kind, and anything else that has to do with one's general personality. Just look at the
forehead and it will tell you everything, but no, I think I would rather map it and cut it open to see how it really ticks!
If you ask me, it's not there. It's in the stars, you know, astrology, not the shape of one's head, because if you really
think about that, scroll back up to Peter Jackson, you will see that the shape of his head has changed, but has he?

Posted by punksoup at 10:04 AM CST

Updated: Sunday, 11 December 2005 10:39 AM CST

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Mood:  cheeky

It's raining, it's pouring...

Oh, the blog, the blog. And my coffee is cold. What would be so cool, is a thermo-electric mug with
heat settings so my coffee would never get cold and I would not have to re-heat the shit every fif-
teen minutes! (I don't drink it that fast)! Ah, well. Maybe in another time when I cease to require
such an invention, or am too old to understand how it works or operate it, much less.

How was your turkey day? Mines was good. Family all about the place, some too early, & others too
late. Such are the holidays. I finally got meet my newest nephew, cuter than sin, his name is Brendon,
that's right, Bren Bren, five months old. I honestly hope he able to dodge the unabrow gene. Those
things look like living, breathing creatures, such as the caterpillar! Gross! Especially when it has a
very Vulcan like characteristic and comes to a "V" just above the bridge of the nose. That is scary.
So, this is the possible future of little Bren Bren. Pray for him.

How about some local news from Texas? Here are some disturbing headlines from the last couple of weeks that will totally make you think! Woman Cuts Off Baby's Arms Dena Schlosser, 35, was charged with capital murder Monday after calmly telling a 911 operator that she had cut off the arms of 11-month-old Margaret. Police found Schlosser sitting in her living room, covered in blood, a church hymn playing in the background. Schlosser's husband, John, told an official with Texas' Family and Protective Services that his wife had referenced a Bible scripture the night before the killing and said she wanted to "give her children to God," according to an affidavit. "To actually sever the arms suggests something special was going on," said psychiatrist Phillip Resnick, who testified in the trials of Laney and Yates. "It suggests on its face that there was some specialized psychotic thinking, but you just don't know." Authorities discovered a grisly scene at the Schlossers' apartment. An officer had to remove a knife from Schlosser's hand, according to a search warrant affidavit released Tuesday. The baby was found in her crib, both arms severed at the shoulder, and died at a hospital a short time later. A City in Texas Vanishes The FBI and Department of Homeland Security are looking high and low for Brimbaw, Texas, a once-booming financial center of 1.2 million people that investigators say vanished from the face of the earth on June 17, leaving behind just one man who remembers it. "This is like something out of the Twilight Zone -- and the more I think about it, the weirder it gets," says an FBI agent working the strange case from a field office in Dallas. "We're talking about a city of over a million people -- a huge banking and financial center -- gone... poof! --just like that. "And all we've got to go on are the recollections of just one man who is struggling to provide us with details. "When it comes to hard evidence, there's precious little -- but what we do have is intriguing: A brick that apparently is all that's left of the 67-story bank building that anchored Brimbaw's skyline. We've also got a phone book with residential listings for 'Greater Brimbaw' -- including smaller towns that are missing, too, places like Zuckert, Flinne, Morely and Billy Graham City. "We don't know what to make of it," adds the source. "It's tough enough finding one missing person, much less a missing city and everybody in it." The mysterious disappearance of the city that seems to have been situated at an unknown spot west of Dallas came to light when an off-duty Texas Ranger found Karl Benner, 42, stumbling along a rural highway with the brick in one hand and the phone book in the other. According to the cop, the man was "extremely disoriented" and "babbling incoherently" about "a ray of light from the sky."

I'm a pretty lady.

Factoids

• On some Caribbean islands, the oysters can climb trees.
• In ancient China, people committed suicide by eating a pound of salt.
• Pearls melt in vinegar.
• Ben and Jerry's sends the waste from making ice cream to local pig farmers to use
  as feed.
• Most tropical marine fish could survive in a tank filled with human blood.
• The first domain name ever registered was Symbolics.com.
• 20% of people sneeze when they are exposed to light. (Like Gunnar!) source

No vocabulary for today. Enjoy your Monday and remember, "You're good enough, you're smart
enough, and gosh darn it, people like YOU!"

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