Some things

It's odd that I'm posting for the second time is two days. I never do that.

But I've finally decided that I want to be when I "grow up." *drum roll* I want to be a cross between Amanda Palmer and Shawn Harris. If you've never heard of them, I'm not surprised. If you think I'm insane and need career help, I'm even less surprised.

Way to knee Bill in the nuts, Tony. Way to laugh at his misfortune, Jack.

Normally I wouldn't comment on things like this, because I could scarcely give less of a shit about most pop-culture, but I found out today that Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III and Ashlee Simpson named their son, born today, Bronx Mowgli Wentz. Seriously, guys? As if he isn't going to get enough shit for being famous people's kid, you named him after a section of New York City and the main character from the Jungle Book. Whatever, he'll be more rich than I probably ever will.

It scares me that there's a mini Pete Wentz out there. Next thing you know there will be little Alex Gaskarths. Then my world will explode.

I suck at waiting

Why is it not December yet? Seriously, I need some time off. Of course, by 13.00 tomorrow I'll be off for a week in honour, supposedly, of immigrants in the 17th century surviving a year or a winter or something by killing the natives who lived in this country after taking advantage of learning how to NOT DIE. This holiday is about America's obsession with food, let's face it, as well as Christmas Part 1.

I'm also still waiting on a call— any call— from one of the places I applied for a job. Maybe it's just that I applied to become a wage-slave for huge corporations (yeah, I'm ashamed of me too) but I would think that you'd want to hire and train new employees sometime before the week of Black Friday. But maybe that's just me.

This year isn't the first year that I haven't wanted anything but music, essentially, but it is the first year that my father said that not wanting big is a good thing. I hate that the economy sucks and that there have been a lot of expenses lately, but even more I hate hearing about it. As far as I know, I'm the only of his children to whom he talks— at length— about money issues. True, both of my brothers have moved out and my sister is the youngest, but I don't want to be stuck in the position of fucked-up middle child.

And just because I'm bored, I'll write out the things I really want for Christmas, but won't be putting on my list:
-World Peace
-end to World Hunger
-that purple Japanese-made stratocaster in the music store by my house
-Zack Merrick (or any sexy talented guy, really)
-money contributed to my concert-ticket fund
-money contributed to my tattoo fund
-more music (because I can't get enough and it's personal to me, dammit)

/emo. God, I'm a whiner.

It's days like this I hate everything.

Okay, put aside the fact that Obama got elected, because it is rather great. But what the fuck, California? Passing proposition 8? How is this any different from segregation? I agree with a good friend that the separation between marriage as a legally binding document and marriage as a religious institution is infinitesimal, if not nonexistent, in People's consideration of this decision. Nowadays it's more "oh noes! gay peoples! they want to do me and i'm not gay! don't give them any rights!"

Don't be so self-possessed. They don't want to do you. Don't want gay marriage? Don't get one. Idiot.

The only even vaguely humourous thing about it that I've found is this: http://www.bunny-comic.com/?id=1264 Because when you think about it, the rest of those aren't all that implausible for this country.

Also I'm sick, but that's less important than personal freedoms.

A Thought

Siobhan: [feels Brian's shirt] "Oh, it is velour. We were wondering what it was made of."
Brian: "Felt."
Pause
Siobhan: "Really?"
Brian: [grin] "Well, it is now."

"If you do something right, you should know it. If you do something wrong, you should be told about it." ~mio nonno

Wisdom from Neil Gaiman: "Writing... it's like the Roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote. The roadrunner can run off a cliff and keep going because it doesn't look down. Wile E. Coyote can never do it because he stops and contemplates the impossibility of it. To succeed at writing you can never contemplate the impossible. Otherwise you'll need to find an invisible ladder to get you back to where you were when you fall."

~

When did I start hating almost everyone I know? Theories would be nice to hear.

What the f**k is wrong with the world?!

1. Bitches can't drive. Some old Asian lady yelled at me this morning for crossing the street and then walking back to my car earlier someone almost hit me. I'm six feet tall with blazing red hair wearing a red hoodie. I don't think the "I didn't see her" excuse will stand.

2. Motherfucker from the company who charged a hundred dollars on my debit card hung up on me when I called to complain about them charging me. Guilty. Sentence: me punching you in the face and you reimbursing me. Asshole.

3. "Oh you" was the response I got from the woman at the bank to check in on how the investigation people stealing my money went. Well fuck you very nicely too.

4. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26970782/ You are an adult. Either have a child of your own or don't. None of this creepy-as-fuck halfway bullshit.

5. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26182276/ ...Your dumb ass shouldn't be allowed to have children. End of story.

6. Real baby names, I shit you not: Lust Garten, Greed McGrew, Leper Priest, Gamble Moore, Teacher Blackbear, Moxie CrimeFighter (thank you, Penn Jillette), Shamrock Hardeman, Rainbow Green, Guinness Dack, Lunch Magee, Bread White, Mayo Head, Mike Rotch. That last one needs to watch less television. All of them suck and I pity those people.

7. I have a fucking Anthropology test tomorrow and I'm supposed to go study somewhere, location undisclosed even to me, with some people in my class. Now I'm too angry to speak, much less socialise.

I feel like killing something.