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MiettesCity: you are disgusting
joeivanhoe: wha?
joeivanhoe: why you say?
MiettesCity: rough rider? ugh...i'm highly offended.
joeivanhoe: hahahhaa
joeivanhoe: its true
joeivanhoe: ugly girls fuck the BEST!!!!
MiettesCity: good, so you admit that she's ugly...because i think she's a DOG
joeivanhoe: she is sweet
joeivanhoe: and she looks interesting
joeivanhoe: she would try harder
MiettesCity: that's probably the most degrading thing i've ever heard
(Miettescity is BOOTED offline)
joeivanhoe: on or off. didnt chip teach you nuthin?
MiettesCity: you are still disgusting.
joeivanhoe: hey!
joeivanhoe: you be nice
joeivanhoe: you already said i was disgusting
MiettesCity: i know--because you are
joeivanhoe: did you get the nice thing i said?
MiettesCity: no, actually...i didn't
joeivanhoe: you said i was disgusting, and i said i was kidding, because here i am dating a beautiful lady...
MiettesCity: awww...
MiettesCity: uh uh..you didn't really say that
MiettesCity: you just feel guilty now
MiettesCity: because you are disgusting
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| I CANT STANDS NO MORE... |
[19 Feb 2002|12:48pm] |
tara, i am going to do it...
the siren call of GRAND THEFT AUTO 3 is too much for me to bear...
so if you want to go with me tonight, i am going to get one of those BEST BUY credit cards and get a PLAYSTATION 2.
i havent had a purchase of anything over 20 dollars that wasnt for bare essentials in over four years, and i say its about time.
so if i have to subsist on bagels and a big can of beans once again, i will do it...
it should be around fifty bucks a month or so, which i think i can handle with some sacrifices... its back to stealing toilet paper from HARDYS again...
but it will be worth it.
so after work, get ready.
its miller time.
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[14 Feb 2002|08:35am] |
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and a one,
and a two...
who's the red haired beyootch who's a sex machine to all the guys?
TARA!
DAAAAAAAAAMN STRAIGHT.
she's a complicated woman, nobody understands her but cooooony....
break it down!
TARA! HER NAME IS TARA!
she's really really sweeet.
TARA! HER NAME IS TARA!
she has tiny tiny feeeet.
she hates the mothman
and whenever she can
shes good for a hug
or a smooch on the mug.
as a lady shes not the dreeeeeeeeeeeegs,
even though she
thinks bats lay
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeggs!
TARA!
look for tara wherever fine broads are sold.
keep out of the reach of children.
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| TREACHERY THY NAME IS WOMAN |
[01 Oct 2001|03:01am] |
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by the fullness of the moon, tara and i are on the cusp of our nine month anniversary...
and how does she pay me back for nearly 270 days of good lovin, then by kidnapping a childhood companion and sticking panty hose all over his head!!!
let me clarify... when i was younger, i had a few stuffed animals. some came, some went, but one stayed with me, through thick or thin. i would make sure to keep him with me under the covers when i went to sleep, for comfort, and to make sure if some ravenous monster threw off the covers, he would have a choice of what to eat, long enough for me to make my getaway...
hey, cant let sentimentality get in the way of survival, can we?
this particular animal was a raccoon, unfortunatly named by a pure and innocent mind COONY... i know i know, the NAACP is probably sticking needles into my effigy but, I WAS A KID!!! AND HE WAS A RACCOON!!! ITS PERFECTLY INNOCENT!!!
of course times change and what not, and poor coony went from being my bedtime companion to being stuffed into some box for the next ten years...
until when i recently moved, i pulled him out for some reason. he was a little rough around the edges, missing his belly button, having his head dangerously close to falling off, and missing his tail, from when i used him to clobber my grandmother back in the day... woman shouldnt have trifled with me...
but he came back to life after tara started staying over here. to adopt the flavor of her fine potato-eatin kinfolk and lineage, i began to harrass her with him when we went to bed, using him to dance around like some drunken whimsical mick, a fairy dust sprinkling paddy to make her feel more welcome in my modest home...
then i got carried away with him, getting way too carried away with him, having him make all sorts of lewd advances, and making lewd comments during...you know... intimate times... loosing myself in his personae, tapping into some horny childhood id, like a mr. punch doll filled with liquid courage...
to a point that we began bad mouthing each other by talking to the coon, like when small children are given dolls to show them where the dirty man tried to grab them...
then the threats began...
"i am going to take COONY home with me and wash him... he smells DIRTY!!!"
'YOU BETTER NOT!!! HIS HEAD WILL FALL OFF!!! YOU LEAVE HIM BE!!!"
"UGGH!!! HE SMELLS!!! GET HIM AWAY!!!"
"i sprayed him with FEBREEZE..."
that was the last straw. unbeknownst to me, tara snuck him home, wrapped his head in panty hose, and warshed the hell out of him...
and she had the GALL to call me and brag about the theft of him...
luckily, he was returned, relatively unharmed, and admittedly smelling as fresh as irish spring.
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[22 Jul 2001|02:40pm] |
i would just like to post this to thank tara for helping me out the other night, for the compassion to help me open up, and the strength do deal with it.
its a shame that we forget to thank our loved ones on a day to day basis, to remind them that while me not constantly reaffirm it verbally, that they mean the absolute world to us.
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[14 Jul 2001|02:15pm] |
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I went snooping around through livejournal, and found this guy linking us as a friend. I added him without thinking twice about it, since it was just this account and not my own. Then I actually read his latest post, and found myself captivated with it. Needless to say, I've become somewhat addicted to reading his journal. To me, it's almost like reading actual publicized fiction. I added him as a friend for my own page as well.
Anyway, I spent my late hours working on the other website, and depriving myself of the sleep that I so obviously showed signs of needing. I don't know why I woke up more when you got sleepy--it seems to work that way for us lately. I had fun, though. And I'm glad we had that earlier discussion, since I was certain that you didn't notice the way your backpain has truly affected you. I want so much for you to feel better, because I know the difference between you when I first met you and you now. Pain makes you distant, often unreachable, and numbed to many things...good and bad. It robs you of your life, and I hate to watch that happening every day.
But I am being patient, and I will help you however I can.
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| V IS FOR VANAUSTINSOGEN |
[14 Jul 2001|02:00pm] |
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hello there tara. i finally got in touch with the apartment complex people, and they said they will be in touch with me by noon monday... so keep your fingers and your crackling toes crossed for that. its a nice area and i will be damned close to you, so thats two birds with one well placed stone.
and my mom asked me to go see CATS AND DOGS with her. i know you dont want to see this, so i dont even feel bad for going without you. but i dont know WHY you dont want to see it... normally you are all about all manner of cheesy, kid based movies, and i am the one sitting back, rolling my eyes, hoping beyond hope harvey keitel and chrisopher walken may jump out for no apparent reason and start playing russian roullete or some such.
the movie shouldnt be too bad. it even has ALEC BALDWIN in it.
"you know what it takes to clean the litter box? it takes BRASS BALLS to clean the litter box..."
so it will be nothing but me, my mom, and 1,000 screaming kids throwing popcorn, belching in my ear, and urinating all over the floor... why do you think it gets so sticky?
and speaking of kids, if we ever have one, i want to name it CHARLES... but only after we change our name to INTESTINE.
"thats my boy, CHARLES INTESTINE!!!"
there will be no stopping that intrepid young lad from taking over the world... and we could train him to say "get your hands off me you DAMN DIRTY APE" "you blew it up, damn you, damn you all to hell!!!" and "its a mad house, a MAAAAAAAD HOUSE!!!" at an early age...
oh well, just a thought...
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| just enough cheese to keep the lactaid flowin |
[13 Jul 2001|11:47am] |
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ever since i lost the ability to use my computer at home, writing emails is next to impossible. some j edgar hoover like bastard has eliminated the ability to check or send any electronic mail at public libraries. so now, if i want to send an email, i have to use the spark, which is known for its tirelessly failing servers.
so to solve this problem, whenever i want to write to tara during the day, i will fall back on this account.
ms. westerneyes and myself started this one a long time ago, right after we first got together. it was supposed to chronicle our correspondence from day one, since we met through the afforementioned spark. it worked out fine until they deleted all the old mail, rendering our little child a still birth...
that and the fact we cant stand each other anymore. we make elizabeth taylor and richard burton in WHOS AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF look like newyweds.
the last time her and i were in the same room, fists were flying and hair was being pulled out by the angry fistfull. i couldnt stand her millitaristic adherence to SCIENTOLOGY and stamp collecting, she couldnt stand my radical left wing politics and chronic womanizing...
the evening was a whiskey soaked blur, but ended after tara clobbered me with an empty bottle of CAPTAIN MORGANS SPICED RUM, and jammed the broken bottle into my kidney... the good one.
so the conselor is making us do this... its for our own good. i will start. notice my silver tongue with the ladies...
"hey there tara, i have some good news and some bad news. the bad news is that i wont be able to get my air conditioning fixed until 8 tuesday morning... so we are stuck with the sweat box until then.
the good news is that on the apartment complex that i lost out to the good looking girl, but defeated the fat one? well, the good looking girl quit, so i am now in the catbird seat for the apartment complex near your house with the affordable rates... i dont want to get my hopes up, but i already placed a call to get things started. wish me luck.
as for tonight, give me a call to tell me what you and amanda are doing. i dont have much money, but i might be able to afford a movie or some such.
but i might have to grab a nap before hand... this is the third night in a row that i have awoken to the sound of a large scafflolding aparatus danglind inches from the cabanna. usually it sounds as if it has exploded, and one time it literally bounched off the ground, and made a large electrical pop. every time i think the world is ending and wake up all wide eyed and crazy.
its always at eight oclock. i have had about three hours sleep, but what the hell, cant sleep forever.
talk to you later on.
love you,
bill"
i have laid the groundwork, lets see if she bites....
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| we used to be cute, too |
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(Writing as Tara)
Winston and I used to use this account to post our old sparknotes, but we ended up getting so behind in it that we had the unfortunate accident of losing a vast majority of them to the spark's inaccurate filing system. The rest are just misplaced, I guess. I still have a bunch of them in a folder somewhere in the bowels of my computer, but finding them is a challenge I'm just not willing to deal with. Besides, the idea has grown a bit stale by now. I have wanted to do away with this account for a while now, but Bill insisted that we keep it, for the sake of memory and sentimental value. This of course made me feel horribly guilty, having not thought of that myself.
This was, essentially, as cute as we ever managed to get. Even in our first months of the ever annoying, eye rolling, "gaga stage."
Anyway, we have decided to take a cue from Chris and Jenna, and start posting our new ones. Truthfully, the spark is entirely too hard to get on nowadays without losing one's mind. And in case you didn't know, Winston and I have carried on our correspondence through that source all of this time that we have been romantically involved, for the simple reason that it felt good to get a sparkmessage from each other (almost) every day. They were like letters written on familiar stationery, made comfortable by our meeting in that surrounding all of those months ago (half a year, to be exact). And well, because we felt we owed the site our gratitude.
Call it luck, if it suits your needs better.
Yes, I show nothing but love for the spark. Blessed be that accurate matchmaking device that exposed me to the likes of him in the first place. I shudder to think of where I would be, what I would be doing, and with whom would I be doing it with if I hadn't been so lucky to have met him.
Since we felt that it would be useless to allow this account to sit here collecting dust--adding it to several we both already have, I might add--we have decided to correspond through our saul_goode livejournal account, since it's basically the same thing, minus the annoying pop up ads and the frequent interruption of witty anecdotes such as: "your hot, wanna fuck?"
I ask you to bear with us. I have added some new people to our friends page, since we've met many newbies since we made saul_goode in the first place. I feel it is entirely more necessary to warn you about the tension and dirtiness factor than what little there is of mush, since Winston and I tend to affectionately sling insults around like my neice when she's armed with a handful of strained peas. When you're dealing with two devoted fans of sharing in maniachal laughter at unfunny things, as well as the need to frequently rent pornography...well, anything goes. So I'd advise you to expect the unexpected.
For example, lewd comments about the need to "stick it in" are something for me to look forward to, coming from the likes of Winston.
"Hey baby, I had to masturbate twice because I thought of what I did to you last night."
"Oh come on, you big walking hardon...you can talk dirtier than THAT."
Hehehe...I hope someone's cringing. Don't worry, if you look elsewhere for romance, you're bound to find plenty of poetry around.
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| of satire and celluloid dreams |
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at this point, i was really happy to hear from maudy every day. i was not doing too much, outside of drinking heavily, and trying desperately to once again become the master of my thoughts, to evade finding myself gnashing my teeth, chain smoking and cursing in the car. to loose myself in nebulous web of thought that was not angry or resentful, but relaxing and creative. to be able to feel things other than a dull grey void that couldnt be filled, but gave off one hell of an echo.
i was a bit skeptical, since nobody had ever seemed to have the online stamina i have. a few good days, and right as rain, someone would keep in good, regular correspondence, then... poof. you dont hear from the person in a few days, then a few weeks, then only on birthdays and bar mitzvahs... so it was nice to see someone as dilligent in responding, and actually taking an interest in me, and not afraid to swop info and trade stats.
To: miettescity (Remove from contacts)
Subject: the stuff indeed
Date: Nov 19, 3:46 PM
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the simpsons is a good barometer of how much i will like a person, sadly and shallowly as it seems... if someone cant fully appreciate it as the best satire on television, or more importantly, not catch the subtlety and spot on accuracy in deflating anything and everything pompous and self righteous, even itself, i dont think i can really relate to that person... its sad, but i am getting help for it.
bill
To: miettescity (Remove from contacts)
Subject: Thom Yorke, king of the inner ear
Date: Nov 19, 3:47 PM
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to be honest with you, I'D marry thom yorke if he promised to sing to me every night... hell, we are both libras, it should work out... i liked pablo honey when it first came out, but when the first song kicked on the bends, i knew they had a lot more in them. ok computer confirmed that, and kid a is in a class by itself. i listen to optimistic on a continual loop, and actually have the bulk of that album running through my head at all times... it helps a great deal.
more great lines in raising arizona are "and if a frog had wings, he wouldnt bump his ass a hoppin!!!" and the ex con with the menstral cramps real bad, simply turning his head and going "huh?!"... i really dont know why it is, but every time i see that i am reduced to a giggling little girl... i always laugh at the most inoppotune time in movies... like in movies that werent meant to be funny... just a certain line, or a certain clumsy line of dialogue, and i will be incapacitated for a good part of an hour. no matter how old i get, i seem to have retained that aspect of me that is a child and will giggle every time the word "poopie" is mentioned... it levels out my general cynicism nicely.
bill
From: miettescity (Remove from contacts)
Subject: telephone
Date: Nov 19, 5:17 PM
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God, that's so true for me as well, as far as the lines from a movie is concerned. I'll laugh at something that no one else thought is funny. Another scene from Raising Arizona that I love is where his prison cellmate is telling him the story of how when there was no crawdad to be found, we ate sand. I remember seeing The Big Lebowski in the theater with a bunch of people my parents' age, who were most likely just fans of Jeff Bridges. They laughed at the slapstick. I was laughing at:
"Do you like sex, Mr. Lebowski?"
"Sex?"
"Yes. Sex. Coitus. The physical act of love. Do you like it?"
"...Coitus?"
I also find myself laughing hysterically at people falling on their asses. God knows why, but I'm a sucker for that stuff. I used to love to watch America's Funniest Videos just because of people falling off or roofs and big fat women breaking through coffee tables. I will guffaw with laughter like a damned moron.
Anyway, thank you for being understanding of my situation. I am still a little hesitant to give out my phone number, mainly because I just dealt with one of my more current situations again last night. That guy that I made stop calling me was sending me a bunch of his poetry, insisting that if we met up it would totally work out great. Jesus. I can just tell from his sulky demeanor that I don't want to be friends with the likes of him. Call that rotten or whatever.
Plus, I won't be here most of tonight anyway. I have a meeting to go to for work, and they sometimes run a bit late. But most likely, I'll jump back on here afterwards and put it on later, so you can call me eventually. The number is my line, but I do live with my parents, and my sister tends to answer a lot. I don't know--I'm going to think it through a bit more.
One thing that I will do for you, if you're interested, is give you the address for my online diary. If you are interested in skimming through my daily ramblings and bitch-fests, you are more than welcome to. The web address is: Miettescity.diaryland.com. You'll need a code to get in, and for you, that will be:
user name: *****
password: *****
I warn you, though--it tends to get rambly and pretty boring.
i had asked maudy for her telphone number, in an earlier message that most likely didnt get posted, but i will dig up later, not as some junior player protocol, but simply because i didnt have a computer at the time, and of what i had read, i really liked her, and would have really enjoyed talking to someone new, that i could share interests with. honestly, i was pretty lonely at the time, not unhappily so, but just enough to crave human contact. i didnt realize that at the time, but in retrospect, i realize that i was.
and i understood maudy's reluctance at giving it out, and actually liked the fact that she didnt want to give it out so soon. that this wasnt some booty call, but two, mature, intelligent adults wanting no more than nice conversation. because i didnt want a relationship at the time. at least not one until i knew the person for a good while, and got to see them for a bit, to keep myself from repeating the same stupid patterns and pratfalls that i was oh so willing to fall head over heels into the year before.
but after reading some of her diary entries, i noticed that ignoring these embryonic feelings for her was beginning to take a bit more work than i initially had expected...
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Subject: thats the stuff
Date: Nov 19, 2:00 PM
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Maudy says:
Of course I like the Simpsons. How could I not?
My real name is Tara, by the way.
more later...I am out of here for now
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Subject: thats the stuff
Date: Nov 18, 5:57 PM
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no, i dont have an online diary, largely due to the fact i have to go to the library to check my mail and the like... i have moved about 5 times last year, and i always move to a place with a computer, and when i have to move i have to return to the library, head between my legs, hoping the system wont crash every fifteen minutes in the middle of an email i have been writing for the last 20 minutes or so, and hoping beyond hope that i wont have some big smelly fella sitting down next to me, who seems unaware that he could indeed breathe out of his nose... and with a great decline in the noise department too.
i have heard nothing but rave reviews about bottle rocket, so i must rent
it soon. and i saw the big lebowski the first day it came out. i love the coen brothers, and i believe i have seen everything they have done. barton fink was fantastic, i have raising arizona, and i think it is a white trash masterpiece, with the line "her womb was a rocky place that my seed could find no purchase" and "not unless round is funny" being the height of poetry to me.
millers crossing is ok, but i saw it when i was really drunk, so i would have to see it again to give a fair representation of it. jennifer jason leigh was great in the hudsucker proxy, and what can you say about fargo that hasnt been said already. steve buscemi is worth the price of any movie he has been in, and i actually enjoyed an adam sandler movie that i was dragged into because of his brilliant cameo...
so yes, i loved the big lebowski, and its busby berkley-esque interludes were nothing short of brialliant...
there is a lot more i want to write, but some surly library guy just walked by telling me to get out.
what is your real name by the way? if you ever want to talk, you can call my cell phone. the number is ***-****.
i will write tommorrow, but one quick question: please tell me you like the simpsons... lie if you have to.
bill
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As I continue the post of sparknotes, I should warn you that this is the point in which they get confusing, because we wrote to each other several times a day. I was completely excited to get a message from him, and he was as well. And I've discovered that it's hard to get them in the exact order that we wrote them, now that I'm trying to do it in retrospect. We must be missing a message where I ask Winston if he has an online diary, because all I have here is his reply. But we will manage without that message, and continue on with the soap opera saga of how we began to talk by phone...
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Okay, by this point I had a GIANT crush on him. The whole thing seemed like someone was playing a joke on me or something. Intellectual ramblings about Kids in the Hall, Disney, and Radiohead? Come on! This is Amanda, using things that I'd told her and creating the beatnik character I've always fantasized about. I was skeptical, but I wanted to know as much as I possibly could about him. I decided to take the "I'm interested...but this is what I like physically" route. Appear uninterested by naming how cute other guys are...
Subject: Thom Yorke
Date: Nov 19, 1:50 PM
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Radiohead is actually my favorite band of all time. I have been a loyal fan of theirs since Pablohoney, mostly because Thom Yorke's voice can give me goosebumps. The man has a wonky eye, and yes--looks like an "extra for deliverance." But I don't care--I'd marry him as long as he promised to sing to me on a nightly basis. Kid A is a wonderful album, and I hear very mixed reviews about it from fans. My quote on here is from the song "idioteque."
Another artist able to do that was Jeff Buckley, whom I had a crush on that was so deep I was seriously infatuated with him. The guy was beautiful, but he could sing in a way that would put me in real MOODS. I think I could cry from the sound of his voice.
I have unfortunately not seen all of the Coen brothers' movies, but I did like The Hudsucker Proxy and Fargo. Raising Arizona is my all-time favorite, and I think it's because I grew up among redneck slang like that. I can't tell you how many distant relatives of mine are in that movie. I think they are all represented. Some of my favorite lines:
"Sir, what was the child wearing?"
"How the hell should I know? He was wearing his damned jammies."
"Could you describe the pajamas?"
"I don't know! They were jammies--they had Yodas and shit on them!"
another:
"Raleigh! You take that diaper off of your head--you put it back on to your sister!"
yet another:
"Me and Dot went in to adopt on account of something went wrong with mah semen. They said we had to wait five years for a healthy white baby. I said, healthy white baby...five years? What else you got? They said we got two Koreans and a negro born with his heart on the outside. Crazy world."
I could name a million of them.
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Subject: synchronicity and a ball of cheese
Date: Nov 18, 5:17 PM
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oh jeeeeses, that is great!!!! i dont know if you will believe this, but i have a similar story concerning that van halen classic, but mine goes way back into the painful haze of youth.. i was at some summer day camp that my mom was helping out with, that gave underpriveleged, and obviously mentally deranged children, the benefits of being around like minded kids away from home. anyway, there was some little gathering of the consolors and i was stuck there waiting for my mom to hurry up and get me out of there, when THAT song came on, and i began to sing away... when they stopped and looked at me, with disgust in their eyes
"its panama, stupid.."
i fought back the shame and lowered my pre pubescent head in shame... shit it sounded like "cannon-ba-lllllllll!!!!!" to me. i knew nothing about geography, dammit!
and yes, i too was all about the grunge thing, i will admit it freely. and i still cherish some of the albums. i will still listen to pearl jam's vs. every now and then, as well as nirvana unplugged... but dont worry, no mother love bone for me.... but areosmith is indeed a guilty pleasure on the radio... ditto bohemian rhapsody, which i loved before it was forever tainted by waynes world.
speaking of music, i am sure you have heard radioheads kid a? is it just me, or it that what its all about? if they can make two to three more albums like that, i can keep my faith in mankind. and thom yorke has my birthday, which i get a huge kick out of... even though he looks like an extra for deliverance. the boy can sing, dammit!!! missed the whole goth thing, though. but bela legosi's dead still gets me. tortoise, modest mouse, catherine wheel, flying saucer attack, and spiritualized are great, too.
and if you havent heard them, you should really hear godspeed you black emperor! and their spinoff works, like do say may think. its like the chronos quartet with a more modern sensiblity. great stuff by the way.
you are far and away now my favorite sparkmatch person, especially after the van halen story. keep the mail flowin, and pop in 1984 in the tape deck for me.
bill
Subject: thats the stuff
Date: Nov 18, 5:20 PM
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you are right about kids in the hall... its the finest thing lorne michaels has slapped his name on, thats for sure. if the saturday night live people had more creative freedom, and hell, more creativity, they could attempt to make something that good, but would easily fall short of
the pure, deviant, surrealistic purity of the kids. even their recurring characters seemed fresh after repeated exposure. the annoying little kid with the backpack, the gay lounge guy, david foley's evil businessmen were worth veiwing again and again.
but my true favorite comedy central mainstay was mystery science theatre 2000. it had such an intoxicating blend of post-modern critique, with the innocence and fun of a kids show for grown ups. it is simply the best.
and you dont have to mention star wars. when i was younger, it was my life. i had about every figure i could get my grubby little hands on, and so did every other kid on my block, to the point that my mother had to put a drop of fingernail polish under the foot of all of mine... i would always pretend they got shot in the foot or something... and i will never forgive myself for selling them all at a garage sale, where i got about 100 dollars, which was like the lottery jackpot for a young kid. christ,i even had a jabba the hut figure.
the new star wars was a big letdown, and unfortunately that wise-cracking, rastafarian space monkey will probably be in the next two as well... while they killed off dark maul, the boba fett of the new series...
i will get off the subject before i rupture too many more brain cells. the old disney movies were great, they seemed to have an element of wonder and danger in them, the way children see the world, but the new ones try too hard to be hip. i loved the lion king, though. there is a new one
coming out, with some weird title, along the lines of "how the pharoh got his groove back" or some such... dunno about that one.
with the other movies you mentioned, you have good taste. rushmore is the best comedy of the last ten years, in my estimation. but i never saw bottle rocket, the director's other movie... oh well...
you wrote me something else, so i will continue the rambling in relation to that one now.
bill
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Subject: ah, the sweet taste of spite
Date: Nov 17, 11:51 PM
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Winston says:
thats good stuff... i know what you mean completely with the psychotic reaction every now and then, right after you think your heart and mind are your own.... blammo...
in music and movies i have really eclectic tastes... i like the velvet underground, beatles, built to spill, neutral milk hotel, stereolab, prince, third eye foundation, cornelius, tori amos, pj harvey, liz phair, but if you turn on rock 105 i will probably know half the lyrics... its musical osmosis, it has to be. you cant live in the south without instinctively knowing the lyrics to acdc and metallica, even if you dont own or listen to the albums... its terrible!!!
as for movies, my favorite is citizen kane. i dont care how times i see that movie, orson welles redefined the genre in that. i like most any movie that has a compelling storyline, or a unique point of view. being john malkovitch, eraserhead, network, and the movie crumb would round out my favorites. i try to catch the more independent fare when it comes to town, but usually fail. i did see the tammy faye baker movie at san pablo, and despite myself fell in love with it.. it was pandering and had sock puppets narrating the different segments, but it seemed to escape irony free, and i actually started feeling for the woman...
anything, movies, books, or music, that really grabs my attention, and makes me think in a different way, and most importantly leaves me with a sense of empathy with the characters or the artist, i am an absolute sucker for...
how about you?
bill
ps
feel free to vent about anything and everything. you have a good nack
for turning it into something humorous and entertaining, while venting your
spleen.
Subject: a lesson in the ways of eighties hair metal
Date: Nov 18, 2:42 PM
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YAAAAY! You like the same stuff I do. I LOVE built to spill. Like you, I like a WIDE range of music, including a lot of indie, alternative, and techno stuff. Some of my favorite picks: Radiohead, Elliot Smith, Jeff Buckley, Portishead, Bjork, Muse, Weezer, Moby, Orbital, SDRE, Far, Blur, U2, and a lot of older alternative stuff. I also love a lot of eighties new wave, classical, grunge, and ?gothic? music that I won't bother naming. Yes, you are right. I guiltily own an Aerosmith album and I probably know every Metallica song there ever was. But I will tell you a story regarding a former headbanger that I dated around Christmas time last year, which explains some of my ignorance about metal music, and reveals the fact that I slept through that timeline of the late eighties.
I was TOTALLY into the grunge thing, though.
Anyway, he listened to Rock 105 a lot, which I didn't object to unless we'd been in the car too much that day. He didn't like anything I listened to--yes, big mistake there, dating such a moron--and so I felt that since I could tolerate metal that it was the closest thing to a compromise that we were going to get. He would amuse himself by quizzing me on whatever song was on, and I'd rarely know the answer. I mean, they play a lot of Pink Floyd on that station, and although I'm familiar with old seventies rock, I tend to mix up the groups. He was older than me too, which gave him an unfair advantage.
So one day, we're riding along...listening to his metal classics. A Van Halen song came on that I recognized immediately, so I started murmuring along with it. Maybe I was trying to impress him a little, who knows? When it came to the chorus I sang aloud, because we were at the point in our short-lived, doomed relationship that I felt I could do that without bothering him.
"WHAT did you say?" he asked me, turning down the volume of the radio. He almost sounded pissed.
I trailed off, and looked at him. I think I said something like "I was just singing" because he said he knew that and that he wanted me to sing it again.
"Animal," I sang, shyly at first, then with normal pitch in my voice. "Anima-hal."
At this point we were to my house, as I remember. He pulled into my
driveway and ordered me out of the car. "It's Panama," he snapped
finally. "They are SAYING Panama."
Subject: i forgot to mention movies
Date: Nov 18, 2:28 PM
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Maudy says:
As for movies, I love a lot of the independent ones as well as anything with good acting and a decent story. Some favorites: The City of Lost Children (which is where my "nickname" Miettescity comes from, and it is also my aol screenname), The Last Unicorn, The Big Lebowski, Bottle Rocket, Rushmore, Legend, A Room with a View, The Star Wars trilogy (I'm a bit of a Star Wars nerd, to be honest--but only the ORIGINAL trilogy), The Secret of NIMH, and about a million others that would take me forever to name.
I like a lot comedy, sci-fi, romance, and drama. I also like a lot of
animated stuff, including Disney. This would annoy a lot of my guy friends,
especially when it is a MUST that I see almost anything new and animated, being someone who loves to draw myself. When I was a little kid I used to tell grownups that I wanted to be a "Disney artist" when I grew up. Ah, foolish pipe dreams...espcecially when I was later told I had no real talent.
Oh, and my favorite show of all time is The Kids in the Hall.
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Subject: ooooooops, i did it again
Date: Nov 17, 1:57 AM
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Winston says:
that young lady is quite shameful, is she not, the way she prances around... sinful.
actually its an ingenious marketing strategy: get the prepubescent teen girl market (titanic will go down as the sign that young girls rule the entertainment dollar over any oscars or aplomb the over-hyped claptrap may have received) and add to that the perverted male market, and you have yourself a powderkeg of a sellable item... the "i think southpark is sacreligious" angle, and the jailbait in training side... sorry, i am rambling...
i also have stayed in touch, and on very good terms, with all of my exes, except for one, who i dont know what happened to. on one hand, it is nice to keep friends, since if i was going to be linked with them romantically, i have to care about them as friends, but then you have to see them with new partners, and the comparisons start kicking in...
my ex is now courting what seems to me a short, fat, ugly clay county sheriff ten years her senior, with frightening, bulging eyes, and the iq of the organic matter i just scraped out of the bath tub... and she gives him the respect she never gave me... at first its funny, then insulting, then i lose interest very quickly and am happy to be rid of the whole scene.
you are not missing too much with the art bar. its simply a place i go with friends, not anything special. trust me. you could get better conversations with the kids you work with... i used to work at a toy store, and i decided then and there that my loins would never produce such beings... time and distance have levelled out my feelings for children, so it will fade, but i know the feeling.
i am off, but i will write to you tommorrow.
bill
From: miettescity (Remove from contacts)
Subject: music and movies
Date: Nov 17, 6:29 PM
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Maudy says:
Well, actually I wouldn't say I'm friends with ALL of my exes. The two involved in the Camelot saga have become enemies. Both musicians (of sorts, anyway), they don't speak to me or each other anymore, and my only relief was that the one who is actually my ex-boyfriend ended up moving to Kansas City.
Although I don't hate him, I am no longer his favorite person in the world, and he fled to be rid of me and any memory of our past together. The other one is unfortunately still here in Jacksonville, parading around with his ridiculous band in hopes that he will become the next Big Thing. You may have even seen them, if you happen to be the type to catch a live show every now and then. They play at some of the local clubs. My goal is to stop hating him and not give a shit at all, but it has not been an easy feat for me, and I find myself still occasionally wishing the bastard dead.
On better days, I just wish him ill, very ill.
Why am I talking about all of this? Because asking you what kind of music and movies you're into seems like trivial conversation now.
So...um...what kind of movies and music are you into?
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Alright, my honest opinion of Winston's message?
"Yeah, all of my friends are girls. You're right, guys suck, I totally agree with you."
Please. How many times have we heard THAT line? But I played along. There may be more to this...perhaps he knows some of my friends. Perhaps our groups are connected. Perhaps he knows someone who is single and cute and doesn't mind red afro-like hair...
I'm kidding, of course. I was still interested in getting to know him. Guys can't help the simple fact that they're stupid.
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at this point, i thought i might know who maudy was... from what i could gather from her nearly indescipherable pictures, she really reminded me of a girl i met through chris s., or c. short, as to not give away his identity...
but it was not her.
she did have the gift of gab this one, and a nice cynical stance that i really found engaging. it was like the innocence of a bright little girl with a sharp tongue, that just learned there was no such thing as santy claus...
and despite the fact that she tried hard to be cynical, the fact that she was a sweet and affectionate person came shining through...
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some names and numbers have been changed to protect the privacy of the innocent, while others have been intentionally added to incriminate the guilty.
To: miettescity (Remove from contacts)
Subject: after effects
Date: Nov 16, 6:10 PM
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Winston says:
dont worry about going to college.. the people i know that did go to college are just scraping by, but the ones that skipped the whole process are making anywhere from 15 to 20 dollars an hour. my brother in law never finished college, and now is making in excess of 100,000 a year, while i am hand to mouth.... and i am not bitter, no sir.
and men are cruel bastards, really... i would say something along the lines that so are women, and i have been lied to and manipulated many a time, and recently... but no, guys are worse, and i can never blame a woman when she gives them the bad mouth, since i hate the majority of guys myself. i have about 6 guy friends, and i think that should cover me for the rest of my life. it always pays for girls to be skeptical and wary of them, since a lot of the times it turns out to be correct. so none of that "hey, guys are alright" stuff from me...
and you mentioned going to the art bar... do you know a guy named chris s----? because if you do i might have met you before... i cant really tell from the picture, however. i used to go by the art bar quite frequently, but it has become a bit too much recently. the last time i went there, a girl tried to hit a guy with a beer bottle... if i wanted stuff like that, i would go to sherwoods. the people are a lot less pretentious and friendly, to boot.
bill
From: miettescity (Remove from contacts)
Subject: college, man hating, and the art bar
Date: Nov 16, 7:32 PM
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As far as college and making six figures goes, I could care less about that. I don't give a shit about money...I never really did and I don't think I ever will. My issues are more along the lines of "what the hell am I supposed to do in life?" As for being a man hater, I admit to exaggerating a little. I still have a lot of guy friends. There are a few decent ones left over from my ex-boyfriend's circle who loyally sided with me, and some I've met (even dated briefly) since. It appears I'm the type of girl that guys want to remain friends with after we realize we weren't meant to be. This can be annoying. Alright, I'll be honest--I can't fucking stand it. One of my exes actually wants me to come to his wedding, which is extremely awkward for me. Especially since I only dated him four months ago. I'll skip the story (again) but it apparently took dating me for him to realize he was actually in love with his best girly friend.
Anyway, I do not know a Chris S---- from the Art Bar. I wouldn't know anyone there, to be totally honest. I haven't been but a handful of times really, and I was usually there with a group of girls that drank heavily until we all ended up somewhere else. I have never really socialized with anyone. I have a few friends that go there a lot (one of whom I used to work with), but I don't really like going out much lately. Once an easygoing, naive, music lover, my job has horribly transformed me into a child-loathing, spinster-like witch, who is also as close to being an athiest as one can get without actually being one. I fear I'm becoming old and set in my ways. I watch Britney Spears on television and (besides noticing that she's a total redneck posing as a Neo-Slut) I yell at the screen for her to put her goddamned clothes back on. Shit, sorry. Didn't mean to ramble so much. It's been a long day at the child factory, and I think I need a nap or something. I haven't even the strength to read.
Miettescity
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