| Military Tragedy |
[06 Nov 2009|09:18am] |
The shooting at Fort Hood is really fucked up and tragic.
And I'm bracing for how the event is going to be twisted and politicized by members at both ends of the spectrum.
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| Soapboxin' |
[02 Nov 2009|02:19pm] |
...I dunno why this is such a pet cause of mine, perhaps because it seems to embrace the laws of New Darwinism so thoroughly.
Brits crack down on people who kill while drivin' and textin'. Rightly so!
Don't fuck around with your phones when you're driving, people! Or be a drunk, for that matter. (while driving OR texting, kthx.)
Srsly. Christ.
More better fun Halloween redux to come... !
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[28 Oct 2009|08:59pm] |
Big birthday love goin' out to my lady down south, miss ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) satinwhispers.
May all of your wishes come true!!
<3
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| pie in the sky |
[27 Oct 2009|11:37am] |
R.I.P., Soupy Sales.
...I can only assume that St. Peter is wiping pie off his face right now.
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| dammit! |
[23 Oct 2009|04:05pm] |
Was hoping to go to see the roller derby double-header this Saturday, and DUH--of COURSE it was going to sell out, and I didn't get tix quick enough.
Apparently it's going to be webcasted, but it's not the same as bein' there.
ANYway, anyone have/hear of any extra vacant tickets floating around, do let me know... thx!
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| watch your drinks |
[19 Oct 2009|09:01am] |
Was out at a club with a friend, and her drink got drugged. Why, I have no idea--who drugs random drinks?--but this had happened to an old roommate of mine too, and I should have recognized the symptoms. (My friend does not get fall-down drunk after two jack and cokes, in fact she can drink me under the table.) Liquor should not induce sudden and complete loss of motor contol. Hadn't left her drink unattended for very long, either.
ANYway, I got her home and up into her apartment--she could barely walk--and at the time we both thought, for some reason, it was some sudden onset of drunkenness, but had I realized it I wouldn't have left her alone. She kept waking up in random parts of the apartment with no memory of getting there. And had no memory whatsoever of the night, but was fucked up residually all day.
So BE CAREFUL, kids! People do fucked-up stuff. Keep your drinks close, and if a stranger buys you one, get it straight from the bartender.
I swear. People fuckin' suck. ...keep an eye out for razors in your candy corn.
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| lunchtime braindump, sans edit. |
[28 Sep 2009|10:09pm] |
Odd habits.
I've always been a daydreamer. Sort of. My mind is always moving, going, searching, building. Not often focused on what's at hand. This sort of began manifesting itself right around senior year of high school; I think I just thought I'd had a case of senioritis. But it turns out that it was a more permanent condition. I made a sign for myself that looked a little like a movie frame from the 50's that said "focus".
( Read more... )
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[11 Sep 2009|01:10pm] |
--hm? Oh, hello again, September 11th. Right on time.
Hey, terrorists. WE'RE STILL HERE. Fuck you.
Love, New York.
Respect to those who suffered losses on that day.
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| really? |
[09 Sep 2009|06:23am] |
...texting while driving? Do people really DO that?
It keeps coming up in the Times as a topic. I assume it must be a reasonably large facet of reality for that to happen. Sounds bizarrely asinine to me, though. Like, a good idea in the way that playing Tetris while driving is a good idea. (Granted, I haven't driven in a long time, nor played Tetris in a LONGer time, so what the hell do *I* know, but still.)
Just 'cos of that whole, I dunno, car being a fast-moving large chunk of steel thing. And also that there are asshole urban pedestrians like myself in the world.
Thoughts?
It's getting light out. I need some fucking sleep.
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| PSA |
[04 Sep 2009|05:26pm] |
Some ask me, they say, "Russ--where do you get your AWESOME fly dance moves?"
Well, the answer is: here.
(Yeah I know half of you prolly already seen this. Just sayin'. The secret is out.)
And then to bolster my mad skillz, I review this.
And that pretty much sums it up.
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| damn straight, Brooklyn-style |
[31 Aug 2009|01:36pm] |
This guy is my new hero:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/31/nyregion/31judge.html
“If you are going to take away someone’s house, everything should be legal and correct,” he said. “I’m a strange guy — I don’t want to put a family on the street unless it’s legitimate.”
also,
“To the extent that judges examine these papers, they find exactly the same errors that Judge Schack does,” said Katherine M. Porter, a visiting professor at the School of Law at the University of California, Berkeley, and a national expert in consumer credit law. “His rulings are hardly revolutionary; it’s unusual only because we so rarely hold large corporations to the rules.”
Yep. Fuck 'em.
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| Counterpoint: |
[16 Aug 2009|11:49pm] |
random poetry from the back of a coaster at Lucky13 Saloon, Saturday night
(author unknown)
You Are
The only Resident
Of the Township of
Supersuckassville
Pop. 1 --> You
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[10 Aug 2009|09:23am] |
Happy Birfday IZZY!!!!
...you so old. ;)
<3 !
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| freezer fail |
[04 Aug 2009|10:07am] |
Our fridge is dying. Sadly, the poor bastard can't even make ice anymore. The temperature in the freezer isn't reaching below 40 degrees, and I've had to toss a mess of stuff that wasn't frozen anymore. (Much of which needed to be tossed anyway. Like the veggie dumplings of '04. Et cetera.)
So's I was reading online about refrigerators, in case there was anything that could be done before calling the landlords. I thought maybe I'd suffocated the condenser coils, but there aren't any on the back of my fridge--it's just a piece of cardboard back there. Then I read online that on fridges like mine the coils are on the bottom of the fridge. Under the fridge. In that 'under the fridge' realm that has not been cleaned out since, I dunno... '97? It's an easy spot to neglect.
So I gave it a look this morning.
Holy shit. There's like, fur and dust under there to make twelve revolting cats. No wonder shit's not be workin'; the condenser coils are for all intents and purposes completely insulated from the outside world. Hopefully the mechanism hasn't burned itself out trying to overwork itself. I cleared as much out as I could, but I think I need to get a little more ingenious to get up on top of the coils with something. I think they make a special brush for this sort of thing.
This is my fascinating life. Kids, clean out under your refrigerators. This has been a public service announcement. Don't do drugs, either. ...much.
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| the lingering aroma of romance. |
[27 Jul 2009|12:21am] |
...you know the honeymoon's REALLY over when your ex-girlfriend comes over for a visit and the very FIRST thing she does after walking in your door is POOP IN YOUR BATHROOM.
I am not necessarily saying that this actually happened or not. I am just SAYing.
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| kickass MAKEUP ARTIST, fo' hire. fo' rillz. |
[23 Jul 2009|02:34pm] |
I'm pimpin' out a new friend-slash-contact of mine, 'cos um a mutha-fuckin' pee eye em pee.
Also because she's mad talented.
ALSO, 'cos I know lots of talented performer and producer types on this site, and figured I'd spread the word about a new resource. I haven't been in the showbiz for some time, so I figure I may as well pass the talent on to y'all who are. (I also know that a number of YOU are talented with the makeup; maybe there's a way you band together or spread the word about work or whatever, but hell if I know.)
Her name is Sarah Graalman, and she gotz skills. Background includes work for theater, film, dance, bands, photoshoots, weddings and special events... prolly do your nephew's bar mitzvah if you ask nice. Face, full-body, special effects, and I think she does hairstyling too.
Check da shit out:
www.sarahgraalman.com
And she's delightful to work with.
Okay, that's all I got. (I'll probably annoyingly re-post this over the weekend sometime in case some o' y'all missed it.)
Hit her up if you want, don't if you don't, ain't no skin offa MY butt. But she's got a killer resume and reasonable rates. Just sayin'. Now back to work with you scabs.
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| Fanboy |
[23 Jul 2009|01:43am] |
Went to Reverend Jen's Anti-Slam tonight (also Rev Jen's bday), for the first time in, oh, I dunno... a decade? I forgot how much I enjoy it. I swear to god, it was the same band of freaks onstage as it was ten years ago.
I heart the Rev Jen... she's one of my personal downtown-freak heros, someone I could have gotten to know in various circles, but I somewhat consciously didn't so that I could maintain her LES-celebrity status in my head from the wayback when, my earliest days in NYC. I'm sure she's perfectly normal, if a little weird. But in my brainstem, she's magical. ...she ranks up there with the likes of Quentin Crisp and Jonathan Ames.
Whom, incidentally, I ran into in the bathroom tonight. (Ames. Quentin is dead.) And resisted the urge to tell him, drunken in the dirty loo of the Bowery Poetry Club, that he was one of my literary and moral heroes.
...another time, perhaps.
Shit, I have to work tomorrow...
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| GLORIOUS RAIN |
[30 Jun 2009|06:05pm] |
...sigh, thank god. I'm still spoiled to this summer's rainy/gloomy/cloudy/cool weather. Yesterday's (and this morning's) hot-and-sunny bullshit was starting to depress me.
I should have been born in London.
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