karot nazi

restless dreams.

I had a dream last night that I fused pomerganate juice with club soda to make a carbonated pom beverage, only to turn them into molotov cocktails.

Now that's just evil.
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    awake awake
kinder

easily amused by bright red birds.

I don't know why this made me so happy, but I saw a beautiful cardinal in the tree outside building a nest. Or maybe he just had gas. Do birds get gas? anyway, that is the second time I have seen one--first time was at the park.

Red birds are so pretty.
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    amused amused
pickle

Fucking Chuck

and his fucking getting me sick. LOL. Actually it's not that bad--just the bird flu *cough cough*. Seaweed soup makes it alll better though. Anyway--I find this shirt hilarious:

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and the caption reads something on the lines of "if you're a yellow bracelet wearing, paris hilton fucking, la la la whatever, then this is the shirt for you."

I laughed.
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    The Killer Barbies: dressed to kiss

Some Sculpey

I made the green one a while back and never named him. I made the yellow one a few Sundays ago and never named her either. You really can't tell, but her head isn't all the way there. Like I am after three on a Thursday or Friday. Anyway, anyone is welcomed to name these partners in crime ifya want. The one with the most interesting names will win a bagel and a creature made esp. for them. Inspirational, no? I thought about making little wretched creatures into chess pieces...but I was distracted by a squirrel with big nuts outside my window and forgot about it.


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Update: Here is a sideways look of the yellow wretched. Yes, I'm now calling my polymer creations "Little Wretcheds".

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    Fiest: Inside and Out

web crap

I just got though looking at horrid plastic costumes of the 80s that look like retro GI nightmares–they look like deflated intestines colored with lead-based spray paint:


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Oh damn I think that was homedude from Numbers
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Is this Ron Jeremy for Chrizzle sakes?

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Is it just me or does that look like corn on the cob?
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Oh damn I want one.
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    Juanes. Yes I like his music, fuck off.

dreamy dream

Last night my head was filled with surreal goodness. As I slept my mind was in overdrive and one dream consisted of C and I scoring tickets to a Ratzinger piano solo (I don’t know what the hell it’s actually called…and yes, Ratzinger). The cathedral was gorgeous and somehow we landed the best front row seats in the house. He was hunched over looking a lot like Pope John Paul in his later years, but played something fierce that filled the gaudy room with an underlining terror. I looked away from him playing and Chuck was MIA. Next thing I know he is giggling manically to himself with something clutched in his fist: he had a 1” button that read: DEFEND ABORTION RIGHTS. I was surprisingly embarrassed and told him to put it up and stop giggling so loudly and frantically. Which, if you know me outside of dreamland, I couldn’t give two shits. So he runs up to the stage, button in tow, and says, “Hey father, I have a gift for you I think you should wear”. I tried to run out of the room but I looked down and my feet were chained to the floor and my forearm was tattooed with tiny numbers. Ratzinger’s back straightened slowly and resembled Lon Chaney on an ether binge. He continued to play but the piano notes rapidly turned into the stomping noise of Nazi marches and yelling, the cathedral turned into an execrable boot camp but his cloak was covered in diamonds and glitter.

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Moral of the story? Don’t eat tacitoes and watch Bill Hicks before bedtime.
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    Blondie

Volunteer work

So it's almost official: I'm volunteering here at the hospital to help out the Acute Care for Elders team. So a few days after work I'll be busy with that, other nights are devoted to art. I'm excited but I hope I don't cry. Too much.
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    accomplished accomplished