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It was Dan’s Idea and Lia’s old photo from last year.

But yes, Lime Ernie is *really* not pleased.

I am so very very pleased.

Most gracious amazingment how a Monday turns right.

Generally sludgy headed from the meds and beating myself up for losing my wrist splints (Yes still going to physical therapy for the RSI. And why am I typing this now. Nag. Nag. Nag) J-man called me up re: trying to score some last minute tickets to Stereolab.

Booyah!

Tickets. Thai Food. And a phenomenal show.

The visuals were spectacular and this was quite possibly the most synesthetic musical experience I’ve ever had (sans …uh…vowels.) Granted, there was a heapload of secondary pot in the air. Ain’t my fault yo.

Amazing.

This made better by the best text message ever.
The lime on my head indicates both my displeasure and envy.

I was seriously considering spending some time photoshopping Dan with an actual limehead except a) I currently don’t have photoshop installed on this machine b) I don’t have any full face shots of Dan. Just coy sideways glances as the midwest charm is prone to c) he does not look displeased at all in any of the pictures I have from SXSW. I think it’s because he’s drunk in all my pix. Almost true.

Who would *you* put in a limehead?
Prove it!

My darling and well missed mother told you to.

Click it.

And then hit the button to fund free mammograms.

Ever have an entire weekend with a tune lodged snugly in your head?
You tilt your head sideways and give it a tap, hoping that maybe the song will tilt out. No such luck. You shake your head just a touch. Even, perhaps stand on your head. You take a shower and let the warm water slide in your ear and out again in hopes that it’ll wash the song out.

Nope. No dice.

My milkshake is still better than yours.

To which,
Limecat is not pleased.

In case you haven’t seen it yet.

The Details Magazine Petition

Way beyond Fucked up.

This is with regards to the April issue of Details magazine. Read for yourself.

I’m so apalled by the language in this ad I can barely speak.

“Delicate features: refreshed by a cup of hot tea or a hot night of teabagging”
“A bonsai ass requires delicate tending”

Jayzus. Who writes this shit? 13 year olds from whitey mc white town set in the 1930s who still think that this shit is ok to say and actually sells?

KB: Hey. Nice Work.
Moi: What? The kissing thing?
KB: Yeah. Laid some serious damage.
Moi: Yeah…well I try.
KB: Break any hearts?
Moi: Who me? Nah. We know I’m all talk and mostly well behaved.
KB: Unlike me.
Moi: You *are* the true mischief maker.
KB: I don’t even try.
Moi: Are you happy with your life and the most recent state of affairs? Embraced and unapologetic sluttitude?
KB: Delighted beyond measure. I’ve hit my sexual peak.
Moi: Haven’t you been using that excuse for what…the last 5 years?
KB: Well, when you’re lucky like me, you multiple.
Moi: Woo.

I held my hands in the gesture of prayer,
to my lips
head bowed
eyes sealed
as if I could sanctify and make clean
the stain of shame that had come forth
from our last exchange.

These were my thoughts last night
before casting out into the sea of dreams
where I reeled and made myself sick
with the tumult of lost chances

In the grinding twist of chance
Where once there was safety and comfort
In your hand, only chill, and ignomy remained.

The thing I’ve learned from the Devil
is that we share a trait in vanity.

The thing I’ve learned from God
is that I am too far from him.
And you.
Always you.
Too far from you.

Of course, that term taken literally is really a particular preference of certain Germans, from what I’m told.

If I hear one more gawddamn wedding/engagement announcement this week I’m going to puke.

a) This blogger chick I know (V. Cool, eh)
b) This guy I almost could have dated. (Oh, I once wrote a bad poem about him)
c) This other guy I almost could have dated from college. (We actually had lengthy discussions about porn and he’d call me up to ask if I’d cook him a steak)
d) This other guy I almost would have/shoudl have dated.

Mother.Fucker.

Considering that I have recently re-embraced singlehood (because I’m a coward and selfish and know too well my capacity for insensitive cruelty and ergo broke up with my most recent shmoo) I’m … feeling… oh wait.

I did this rant last year, didn’t I?

And the year before?

And the year before that?

And oh yeah…that one time before that.

Never mind. I’m fine. It’s like I’m sampling my own life for this year’s p-diddy remix.

Oy.

I was talking with Miss Jane the other day about the notion of talking to food.

She was having lengthy cooing conversations with her bbq.

I decided to speak lovingly to my glass of soy milk. Sweet and kind, soothing and understanding Soy Milk.

Gavin tenderly wooed his Crepe.

There’s more to this than Kogepan (burnt toast with abandonment issues).

Does food taste better when you anthropomorphize it?

Or does this make us more canibalistic in mindset?

Certainly when taking communion at church, I prefer *not* to think of it as actually being human flesh.

But then again freaky things have happened as such before.

Sorry, did that make your pastrami sandwhich seem less than appetizing now?
Oh poor sweet, lovely and tasty pastrami sandwhich. Come to momma. I’ll always want you.

I’m pooped and I have more drugs than Courtney Love.

This from the RSI and the root canal yesterday.
Vicadin + Ibuprofen = Vicaprofren. Who knew that they actually make this stuff cocktailed like that on purpose?

Anyways. My body and my heart are both weary and exhausted.

In good news, dear friend Jason has kindly helped me install some photogallery software.

Find all my goodies here.

I’m digging on the local music scene these days.

Got to see Highwire, Skyflakes, Goh Nakamura, and Annie Lin (from Houston!) on Friday and it delighted me to no end.

Some fun pix of Goh & Annie

I’m betting that more pix will be up here and here soon.

BananaEggy: I’m wondering how to install your networking application into my hardware … it seems like such a useful tool.
Mjkim1974: #1: apply bright red lipstick
Mjkim1974: #2: find friendly people to kiss
Mjkim1974: #3: document and publish using any standards compliant tool.
BananaEggy: so simple … how do you do it?
Mjkim1974: oh, style for miles & miles.
BananaEggy: genius! … amajing
Mjkim1974: amay-JJING!

Silly Aren’t I?
In terms of the aesthetics of my social network as demarcated with smooches, I’d say it’s a pretty hot looking group.

I’m back and *wooo* do *I have stories to tell and pictures to put up.

But first a few thoughts.

* My room currently looks like a tornado has wipped through it.
Souvenier match books, CD’s, Business cards, Chargers, Electrnoic miscellani, Media Storage, Panties & Brassieres. Ya know… the usual.

* Having flipped between using two different digital cams this past week, it’ll take me a bit to resort and order. Plus having been sequentially and serially drunk/hungover and snarky through the week, I may have some little blotches in my memory.

* I’m a kissing fool. I have proof. This will come shortly.

* Charm, good conversation and being a nice human being who listens to folks, cares, and connects ideas, concepts, and passions. Fuck. *I* am social networking application. More thoughts on this coming shortly.

* The rumors are indeed true. I did nearly get into a bar brawl with the founder of Friendster. I put him into a headlock and tried to flip him.