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3.30.2004
i have what i consider a pretty substantial ass, one that actually prevents me from buying a lot of pants that otherwise fit me. so what i'd like to know is, how can an ass as big as mine fail to keep my damn pants up??
:: Shericat 7:12 PM [+] :: speak
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3.29.2004
last night we saw, with baited breath, the new Dawn, and might i just say hot damn! it totally delivered; great zombies - running, hissing zombies all the better, good gore, great makeup, decent amount of plot development, which is to say not much, and it didn't try to recreate the original film, it used the original storyline as a basis for another, seperate film and it did a good job. afterwards we were sitting around talking about it and one of our friends threw a hand in the air and coughed up that goddamn line about Romero's "social commentary", like the catch phrase is some kind of magic wand that you can wave over the conversation to put it to an end or place yourself in a league above and beyond everyone else. and much like every other person i've heard metion this "social commentary", he couldn't elaborate on this claim when asked. so what gives, what is Romero commenting on, and what exactly is he saying about it? i've read a lot of very thin, long stretches that center around consumerism and the incessant need to rack up as much merchandise as possible even in the face of impending doom, and i do agree that in the late seventies, with the rise of mall culture and yuppie-dom, that's totally valid for that aspect of the film, but what about the rest of it? sure, the consumer montage is one of the most celebrated parts of that movie, but it still remains only a small part, so what about the rest? the group as a microcosm of society, this is how they/we would behave if/when put to the test of recreating the population? possibly. i dunno, i just would love for someone to present me with a well thought out discourse on this subject instead of just parroting what they've heard other people say in passing.
:: Shericat 5:10 AM [+] :: speak
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3.26.2004
i just spent the past 20 min. on quizilla and this is the best i can come up with:
Nihilist Bear
Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
great, it doesn't even post right.
:: Shericat 7:37 AM [+] :: speak
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sad.
i just found out the other day that there is no way in all of hell that i'm going to be able to work a table at this year's MOCCA convention, all the tables are taken and they even had to put a cap on the waiting list. good for MOCCA, i'm happy it's such a bust, but sad sad sad for me, who hoped to peddle my lame, self-published comics to passers-by. i think i may have done it deliberately, waiting so long when the sign up began in January, and though i feel like poop about it, it is a bit of a relief, takes the pressure off me to finish at least one, hopefully two issues while at the same time i'm completely overworked during the busy season at my job, trying to plan this damned trip to Australia which would get me back to nyc just in time for the convention, not to mention still fighting the daily urge to stuff my head in the oven. so, whatever, i'll go next year, and in the meantime i'll keep working and send stuff to publishers and james kolchaka.
in the meantime, almost everyone i know is off on some sunny escapist jaunt now or in the near future, and i'm insanely jealous. certainly two weeks in Australia will make up for a lot of it, but it IS with my parents, so i have my doubts. morgan's dad was sweet enough to offer us a weekend at a cabin on a lake of our choice whenever we want as a super-late honeymoon, which is just about the most thoughtful thing i've heard of.
what else... i am still not smoking, though i have been cheating a bit, in three months i've had a handful of cigarettes amounting to five occasions that i've weakened. i'm pretty proud of that, especially considering the number of times i've been so upset and wanted more than anything to just go out and buy a pack and screw the whole thing but have resisted the urge because i really, really don't want to put myself and Morgan through quitting again. besides, i had to really look at our budget when i decided to go back into therapy and it was either smoke or go to therapy, which puts it into perspective. therapy is good, i really like my therapist, she's very quiet and reserved but nothing gets by her - she's very good at picking up on the things that we all try to gloss over and really needling you about it, but not in an offensive way. a lot of nasty shit is coming out, and one of the strangest parts of it is realizing who i can and can't talk to about it in the real world. two of my friends i originally thought would be ones to sit with over coffee or a drink or something and spill my beans to are totally unavailable. meanwhile a few others are more compassionate and willing to listen than i'd ever have given them credit for. i guess you just never know.
:: Shericat 5:50 AM [+] :: speak
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3.20.2004
i'm more than a little obsessed with America's Next Top Model. the other day i realized that Kat (see link to the left, i'm lazy today) is also a fan, and while i'm sad that i've been sitting at home alone watching it all season with baited breath when we could have been sharing the whole experinence, i'm super happy that now i have someone to share the last two episodes with. of course, then i start to realize that this is my idea of fun and i'm getting really worried that i'm turning into this old, boring married person whose idea of fun has gone from drunken fist fights with the shower curtain to watching television. whatever, i don't care it makes me happy. besides, if you lived in our apartment you be wanting the party to come to you all the time too, i know you would. in other news, my old hair-dyeing itch has come back, with a vengenance, and if you knew me oh, about 3 years ago or so, you know what this means... fucking rock your socks off flamingo punch is now glow in the dark, color me stoked.
:: Shericat 11:49 AM [+] :: speak
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3.10.2004
today i was thinking about this friend of mine, we'll call him Bob, and how even though he was one of the very first most amazing stupendifitious friends i made in new york, now i never see him. i'm not sure if it's just that drifting apart bullshit, (which i really don't care to credit much to by the way, if you're my friend then act like it dammit), or if he just plain doesn't like me anymore. maybe it's a bit of both. whatever the reason, it hurts. like hell. and it makes me think of all the people with whom i've made what seemed like impenetrable bonds, that only ended in petty disagreements over reasons why you shouldn't marry the wetback you've only been dating for six months. i wish the honemoon could just last forever.. is it just me?
:: Shericat 8:29 PM [+] :: speak
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yesterday i go into work and my medusa the manager is bee-bopping around about owls and pigeons, of all things. so i tune in, ask her what in god's name is she blathering about, wish that i could really say it that way, and she tells me that there's this pigeon problem in the stairwell at the new building so she's going to get a fake owl to put in the stairwell to scare them off.
ok, let me just repeat that.
SHE'S GOING TO GET A FAKE OWL TO SCARE THE PIGEONS OUT OF THE STAIRWELL.
this is what i work with.
:: Shericat 8:12 PM [+] :: speak
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3.07.2004
perfect new york moment - we find what seems to be a perfectly good printer on the sidewalk on the way home from brunch, only to turn the corner and find a parking ticket for $115 on our car for being 3'8" as opposed to 4' away from the fire hydrant.
:: Shericat 12:11 PM [+] :: speak
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3.05.2004
i have just received notice that this year's early bird sign up will soon be announced for the Williamsburg CSA. anyone who lives in here, in this city not just Williamsburg, should really consider it. we did it last year, and it was just fabulous, really made the summer much more worthwhile. it's quite a bit of cash to unload at once, but it works out to only $12 a week or something like that, for the best damn homegrown veggies you've ever laid your tastebuds on! last year we were up to our necks in fresh beets, lettuce, cabbage, potatoes, tomatoes, corn on the cob, carrots, and so many strange and new leafy green things that i don't remember, and we've been told that it was a really bad year due to the constant rain and lack of sunlight. anyway, great fresh vegetables plus you get the feel-goodness of knowing you're helping to support a local green farmer and his family, what more could you ask for?
:: Shericat 5:18 AM [+] :: speak
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3.04.2004
scary discorvery of the day: i'm almost positive this guy is for real. you have to be on friendster to look at it, so stop being a pussy and just sign up for the damn account already.
:: Shericat 1:08 PM [+] :: speak
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3.03.2004
last night was my first group therapy session, it went well but i think i talked too much. i have a real tendency to ramble anyway, and when you get my going on the dark side of my life story, well there's a lot there that i just can't tell a lot of people without them running away screaming so i get a little excited about the chance to unload it. so it's a small group, only six people, and they are all total introverts except for me and one other girl, so it was basically me and her having a converstation for a large portion of it, i feel kind of bad, i mean, what kind of first impression to make by taking up half the damn group time! oh well in a month i have another one-on-one with the counselor and if i'm a complete energy-sucker i assume she'll tell me nicely to go somewhere else with my troubles. in the meantime it feels really good to have somewhere to go and mention all my unmentionables. part of me wishes i could do that with all my friends, but then i'd probably have none. it has occured to me lately that a huge part of being an "adult" is keeping your shit to yourself, that's why i have to pay someone else $80 per hour to let me sit down and spill my guts. that kind of sucks a lot.
work is better, i wish i had something more interesting to say about my life right now.
:: Shericat 4:22 PM [+] :: speak
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