Which would you rather do? : Blithely inform your mother that you want to see a psychiatrist about potential clinical depression or Blithely ignore your mother as she examines your roommates pipe and asks what she uses it to smoke.
Well, i’m a lucky little fuck, cause i got to do both today.
Personal
I have a pimple on my nose. A big, red, pimple.
I am not the most serious person in the world about skin care, but i am not a fan of pimples because i look silly enough without them. I used to have all sorts of hydrating things and alleviating things and concealing things for just such an emergency, but that was in high school. Sure, they all came with me to the dorm freshmen year, but i haven’t really had a big red nose pimple for years. And, here i am.
At least god can’t make me go through puberty again … (crosses fingers)
Farah Fawcett was on Letterman last night, and i am absolutely convinced that she was stoned off her gourd. As her behavior ranged to the more absurd and erratic during her chat with Dave i found myself mentally ticking off the things she might and might not be on: much too orderly and coherent to be drunk, much too collected for methamphetamines, not distracted enough for hallucinogens. During the first commercial break i pretty much decided on marijuanna.
You have to wonder what goes through Dave’s head when he has rowdy guests on, whether they’re drugged or not. I’d wager that first he weighs whether it’s even appropriate to continue interviewing the person, and then whether he should cut it short, and then whether their rowdiness (or substance abuse) makes them funny … in which case they should be booked again immediately. I’m not sure where he was in the decision making process with Farah last night… i don’t think she posed much of a threat to anyone between giggles and confused looks out into the audience, and Marv Albert happened to be there in case she came across the desk at Dave. Of course, there’s always the theory that she was overwhelmed by her desire for the Dave/Marv combo…
I usually don’t watch late-nite teevee, but my mother called me at quarter to midnite to inform me that Garbage was going to be on Letterman, because my mother is attuned to my tastes that much. Garbage was decent; they seriously need another woman on stage to do the harmony from the new album (and it could never hurt to have another instrumentalist around). As for me, i’ve been working on backend stuff, give me a day or two to get my act together. In the meantime, much thanx to joannou and tangled for their links. Attention is always appreciated :p
Trio: Season 2, #2
trio: season 2, #2
Over You, Tangling, (Until You) Awake
Over You, Tangling, (Until You) Awake
Whether or not you could tell from that last post, i was functioning at about three fifths of my typical brain capacity today. All day. It entailed not being able to see friends of mine from three feet away when Gina was already talking to them, and dropping my chai latté all over the punk cds at Noise Pollution, and knocking toys off the rack at Showcase comics, and hitting on our waiter something awful in China town just because i wanted to know the secret of his haircut. Well… that’s not the best representation of my day, but just trust me: it was nice to trade in intelligence for some happiness. Try that one on for size.