May The Foof Be With You

THE FOOF HAS ARRIVED!

Yes, that's right. The long awaited and much discussed Foof has finally come to my door. I am currently enthroned on it's microfibrous bulk in the greatest of luxury and comfort. I no longer look in envy at my cat, curled up on my pillow, wishing, "If only there was a way . . ." For now there is! It is the way of Foof. And I shall happily follow it's fooftacular teachings. Teachings such as, take lots of naps and lay around ALL the fucking TIME.

Edit: The Foof has an evil side as well. As I wrote this, I holler and crash sounded from the stairs. Garin, carrying a computer monitor through the doorway, tripped over the Foof's fooforamic packaging, dropping the monitor on his hand and causing it and other parts of his anatomy great harm. The Foof takes vengence on nonbelievers.

Yes, I Keep It In A Box Under My Bed

It's a gray, drizzly day, the first really chilly one of the year. I bust out my favorite green pea coat and brown corderoys, and top my blue hair with my grampa's black and white checked woolen "cabby" hat.

As I entered the ground floor of my building after running a few errands, a man, fairly clean and sober looking, carrying a satchel and looking cold, passed by my front door. "Sweetie," he says, pushing back his own cap and smiling, "you look like you're the one who done gone stole the sunshine."

Currently Listening: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah "Clap Your Hands Say Yeah"
Currently Reading: The Amazing Adventures of Kavelier and Clay by Micheal Chabon

For All My Bitches

A nap and a cigarette . . .
I'm dangerous.
A quick glance behind me,
I remember where I've been.
Oh yeah,
I'm a conqueror.
If I choose to go out tonight,
I'm a cougar,
A tiger.
You don't scare me.
No, not even you.
I ash,
I strut,
You watch my back recede.
Who's that girl?
The one you missed out on.

Currently Listening: Spoon "Kill The Moonlight"
Currently Reading: Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

I feel so alive, I feel so alone

The people with the most confidence and the most independence are the loneliest and most scared. They don't need anyone, so they don't have anyone. They are so confident because they have nothing to lose. They have no one to lose. And they are forever fearing the formation of attachments, because that would be their downfall. They fear trust, and love, because if those processes were indulged in, then there would be something to lose. They must be lonely, they are afraid not to be, but in the middle of that pain and that fear, there is a balance, which is confidence. And contentment. And the ability to move through the world uninhibited, proud, strong and powerful. The ability to get shit done. To live your life to the fullest.

Currently Listening: Spoon "Girls Can Tell"
Currently Reading: Chimera by John Barth

A Very Internet Christmas

This year, I'm getting everyone a piece of webcomic merch for Christmas. Yes, even my grandmother and 5 year old niece. One stop shop.

So great, oh yes. You know it.

All This Is Not Ok and It Should Not Have Happened

On Clouet Street, where a days-old fire continues to burn where a warehouse once stood, a man on a bicycle wheels up through the smoke to introduce himself as Strangebone. The nights without power or water have been tough, especially since the police took away the gun he was carrying - "They beat me and threatened to kill me," he says - but there are benefits to this new world.

"You're able to see the stars," he says. "It's wonderful."

From this article.