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March 20, 2005FadnistaMany years ago, my father and brother started wearing a bracelet. It was a red metal one that listed a person's name and the date of their pow/mia status. Last year, Lance Armstrong started silicone LiveStrong bracelets in support of cancer. I don't know if the yellow bracelet came out of the idea of the pow/mia bracelet but it caught on fullstream. I remember watching the debates and seeing John Kerry wearing one, but not Bush. Several weeks ago, I was shopping at the Ghetto Chopper when I saw another yellow bracelet. It was a "Support Our Troops" bracelet and wondered how it didn't conflict with the Livestrong bracelets. If there's a fanatical support of one type of cause, spinoffs must occur. It's like those infectious ribbons all over again. Here's the rundown of those bracelets:
Those are just the rundown of the major players in this bracelet movement. There are too many; there are camo patriotic ones, there are "Faith" religious ones, and there are friendship ones. I saw some that were neon coloured and I would perceive them as being a slap in the cause face with such statements as: "Attitude", "Drama Queen" "High Maintenance" "Social Butterfly", "Spoiled" and "Princess". Clearly, these are not causes but a pathetic fad taken several steps too far off a short pier. The other night during my participation in television addiction, I saw a commercial for NOW (That's what I call music) vol. 18. Not only was I angered that this cd collection could continue to volume 18, but if you ordered then and spent too much money on the damn thing, you got a NOW bracelet. When infomercials start giving away these bracelets you know the fad has jumped the shark, because we all know that little Susie is going to get jumped in middle school for her trendy NOW bracelet (I should probably preface that statement with a note of sarcasm but I have too much faith in reading comprehension.) I'm going to make a new bracelet called COCK - Cease Our Cause Kick. The bracelets will come in red, pink, purple, and multicolor. I'll even make t-shirts and bumperstickers blazen with their acronym.
March 19, 2005Habitual yukipoosPoopoos, my lovely cat with the stomach issues of a buhlimic supermodel. It's 5 fucking thirty in the morning, I am wide awake after my cats last bought of throwing up, I'm angry and annoyed and making a great attempt at not killing the wee bastard. I brought him to the vet, a $260 trip to the vet to find out what in the world is wrong with him. I feared cancer, irritible bowel, liver dysfunction, death, etc. Numerous tests were run on the gentle kitty, and he was oh so great at allowing the doctor to take blood from him. One test was called FeBart that tested for some strange bacteria that caused his continuous pukipoos. One thing we found out is that our cat has a hair fetish, okay we just didn't find that out, we knew. He has this habit of roaming around the apartment eating balls of hair that have collected in the corners of furniture. Behind the futon, there's a hair buffet for poopoos, probably where he runs to get his midnight snack on of hair. He'll clean himself or his girlfriend Leeloo to pick up any loose (and there's always a lot of it even after brushing them) hair that he ingests. I give him hairball medication to help counteract the hairballs. Basically, I was told that there was nothing wrong with the cat, I had to spend $260 to be told by the vet that they couldn't tell me why it was happening. The treatment? Small meals, brushing daily, continue with the hairball medicine, keep him on one kind of food, and set up catnip stations. He was great for two weeks, only a couple of minor yukipoos in the apartment, but this week he's been yuking two, three, four times a day. Right now, all I want in the world is some sleep when I'm sick and for my cat to not yuke.
March 15, 2005Support our sane driversDuring the recent onslaught of those blasted for-claused ribbons, I noticed a trend. Those donning those magnetic ribbons on their cars have sent their driving skills to support the troops. These patriotic citizens are a threat to the sane populus and should be taken off the road. Whether it's doing a Crazy Iwan on I-90 during a blizzard or driving 15mph below the speed limit, these folks could kill more people in their gas-guzzling hummers than their in-service counterparts.
March 12, 2005Sonna BuonitchThere are days when I can't believe it's Friday and there are days when seven and a half hours seems like a fortnight. I am absolutely amazed at the fact that there hasn't been a slaughter at any of the places I existed in during this week. The mood has been more foul than this month's Martha's Living - wait, that's fowl, not foul. More foul than that movie clip I saw where a decapitated corpse is holding his once attached head as he ate out some chick on a gurney. Seasonal affective disorder rarily affects me, but I'm seeing the effects. Particularly when it's 57 degrees one day and blizzarding out the next. Monday brought hope and horniness when Tuesday brought depression but with the joy of getting let out of work at 1pm and no Eco-nommy. I should be thanking the snow gods for that present, but at the same time, it's almost the bloody middle of March and it feels like January. The creative juices are flowing again though, which is a definite good sign. I'm not dead yet. I'm propositioning my acting classmates to partake in some future cinematic endeavors and thankfully, they've all seemed interested. There's a wealth of talent in that class, from a girl that did wardrobe for an actual zombie movie, to a hip-hop producer, to several men who have no shame but willing to take chances. I've been talking to them since last semester about getting a project going, but have been failing in the going. I also found out that there's a local filmmaking group that meets at HVCC, which I might join especially in the summer. I must wake early and bake using my nanny's irish bread recipe. The entire apartment gets filled with the most delicious smell, it's a comfort smell. Any time there's a holiday, birthday, St. Patrick's day, I can find my mother in the kitchen baking the magical loaves. The smell soothes me like a security blanket. Since my olfactory sense is the strongest one I have, scents conjure up feelings and memories good or bad. Irish bread, apple pie, and dove soap are three that instantly come to mind when I think about what reminds me of my mom. Now, I just have to find out if Geiger can handle Irish bread or if I need to do it by hand.
March 07, 2005The dance of jack and sallyToday, my coworker discovered the joy of my windup Jack and Sally figures. I documented his obsession. It began with annoying another coworker with the sound, but turned into something that I found completely hysterical. Jack and Sally - 6.9M
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