Month: March 2004

I knew that somewhere in there Bill Devine was a Tim Curry sexyghod nightmare of a fiend.

Glad to know it was justified.

In honour of Sophie finally asking Jack out on a date, I have creatd a list of CandyStore Boy pick-up lines.

“Hey babe, I can give you all the sugar you want.”

“Gimme some sugar baby.”

“Your kisses are sweeter than skittles.”

“Want a kiss, a Hershey Kiss?”

“Suck my sugar stick?”

“Want to dip my lick-a-stick?”

“Where’s your jelly bean?”

“I don’t know where that jelly’s been.”

“Want some white/milk/dark chocolate?”

“ever meet mister willy wonka?”

Where are my black wings tonight? I left them on the wall of the place I don’t live anymore. I should take them from that hollow house and wear them. Skip to the shoreline and play barefoot with the waves. 

 Tomorrow is the play. I’m to take the boy along, but that is no worry. I believe ,   and   are coming along as well. I must remember to call them and the theatre and reserve our seating. Cat and Mouse, Sheep. Grand Guignol. Sadly I think it shall be trite in comparison to the work that would have happened if Bill Devine hadn’t stepped down to be the lead.

Ranting theatre students, art students, posies of vile words and slander. Oh so shocking, I’m sure.

 

Oh – http://www.sparkology.net/otters/archives/001277.php – for a    moment with otters.

There are boys in the next room talking about succubi and bright lights blinding them in the darkness.

Bubba Ho-Tep Premiere 9.6/10
 Every day: 12:35, 3:00, 5:20, 7:30, 9:50

I say the 3 o’clock on Sunday seems to suit everyone best. What say you? We could do a later showing, but I don’t believe that it would be a matinee.

Headline:	Georgia House Bans Genital Piercings
Publication:	Associated Press Online – Top News
Date:	Wednesday, March 24, 2004 – 11:21:10 PM

Georgia House Bans Genital Piercings

Wednesday, March 24, 2004 – 11:21:10 PM

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Genital piercings for women were banned by the Georgia House Wednesday as lawmakers considered a bill outlining punishments for female genital mutilation.

The bill would make such mutilation punishable by two to 20 years in prison. It makes no exception for people who give consent to have the procedure performed on their daughters out of religious or cultural custom.

An amendment adopted without objection added “piercing” to the list of things that may not be done to female genitals. Even adult women would not be allowed to get the procedure. The bill eventually passed 160-0, with no debate.

Amendment sponsor Rep. Bill Heath, R-Bremen, was slack-jawed when told after the vote that some adults seek the piercings.

“What? I’ve never seen such a thing,” Heath said. “I, uh, I wouldn’t approve of anyone doing it. I don’t think that’s an appropriate thing to be doing.”

The ban applies only to women, not men. The bill has already been approved by the Senate but now must return to that chamber because of the piercing amendment. Both chambers of the Legislature must agree on a single version of a bill before it can go to the governor for final approval.

I’d be proud. And respect him in the morning. More than before, in fact.

I met this lovely lad named Ethan at SinCity this month and we’ve been exchanging letters. Well – I’ve been sending sad little lame things because I haven’t any access to my own berloody puter and so write things quickly when   isn’t really home or in the shower of cooking or something, and he’s been sending me beautiful essays. ANYWAYS, there’s a little snippert I thought I would share because it’s great.

Today I was reading the warning instructions on the back of my heating pad.
(It’s been a LONG couple of days; thank God for Humphrey Bogart movies.)
These instructions are prettymuch put there so stupid people can’t sue them,
and can be summarized as “Don’t use this heating pad for any of the purposes
for which people might ever actually want to use a heating pad.”  This I am
used to; it insures that no matter what goes wrong, they can say they told
you not to do that.  However, these guys had one additional clause to take
care of that particularly clever sort of stupid person who uses the product
for something completely nonsensical and THEN sues.  Like, I don’t know,
trying to eat it.  The clause read – I shit you not – “Do not use in oxygen
atmosphere”.  Great.  So now I have to go to outer-freakin’-space and THEN
try to eat the pad before I can sue them.

 

 I’ve actually been packing and I was brought three large boxes that I entirely filled with books. Importanty Books, Hardover, and Less Importanty Books. I have far too many books. Sci-Fi, philosophy and some fantasy. Mostly Sci-Fi though.

I think I would be a happier person if it weren’t for Sci-Fi. Cause now I want to see what’s next. Being here now isn’t good enough. We’re just BEGINNING to have technology that’s worth something, you know? I want to be a Listener. I want to have every moment recorded and passed along the internet. I want there to not be countries proper, I want there to be genmod as a regular occurance, I want there to be people on other planets.  I want to SEE IT! Cause we’ll get there. Some approximation, right? Maybe not like anything we’ve ever written about it, but that won’t matter,. It will be here. There. And I won’t get to be there. I’m stuck here, where there’s people who are scared of computers, who believe in religion, who look down on people who read, who beilve in astrology and not basic science. We are the start. We are the first. I want to see… Ah well. Whatever.

I wandered today in my mind to the beach. I watch the waves at sand and felt the hard wall against the soles of my feet. I dreamed about you last night. All of you. I went to the City and lived in sun: my eyes filled with gold.

Today I rediscovered a book I wrote in when I was fifteen. There’s a sixteen page section of multi-flavoured line thought. As many random facts as I could think of, trying, I suppose, for automatic writing. Scintillatingly private thoughts, blurred together, reminding me who I was then.  Another person would need a guide to read them. Some of it is hilarious.

It’s all about people.

Where is my angel now? He had golden hair then, it glittered as he moved. I think now he’s scared of me. Not a pity. It meant so much to me and so little to him. Liar. Perfect swirl of everything. The day I baked my feet playing hacky-sack in the back alley behind the house.

Gavin I miss you.