Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
I was at the grocery store lastnight, and in the parking lot I saw this woman dressed from head to toe in pink. And, I noticed that the color of her clothes wasn't too far off from the color of her skin. I then imagined that her clothes actually were her skin.
The hood of her sweatshirt was the best part! It looked like a big scrotum on her back.
Yesterday was the 10 year anniversary of the day the Heaven's Gate cult members committed mass suicide believing that their spirits (or whatever their flesh "containers" held) could then hitch a ride with the spacecraft they believed was trailing the Hale-Bopp Comet.
I was watching the news lastnight, and the woman that was reporting on this story kept referring to the Heaven's Gate members' "Bizarre Beliefs" and their "Deranged Leader," and other similarly derisive comments. I certainly wouldn't argue with her assessment, but I wondered why other belief systems with reality-defying beliefs aren't treated with the same disdain.
I mean isn't it also a bit insane to believe in someone born of a virgin; who performed "miracles"; who died and subsequently rose from the dead? (I am, of course, referring to Mithraism...what did you think I was talking about?)
Saturday, March 24, 2007
This morning as I rode my bike to work I was passed in the opposite direction by this guy dressed in black riding a big, tough motorcycle and projecting this image of bad-ass motherf***er. He was so over the top that it seemed obvious that he must have been trying to cover up some kind of MAJOR insecurity.
It was at that moment that I came up with the idea of looking at people while holding in mind the mental image or the thought of a baby. It seemed like it made it easier to see what they were up to, if you know what I mean.
Come to think of it, I guess the very act of formulating of this exercise exposes MY little insecurities, too!
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
When they ask, "Where do you see yourself in 10 years?" I can show them this.
Sorry for the erratic posting lately. Things at work are hectic (I'm putting the final touches on that song sequence I'm art-directing-- among other things). And, Taffy's disappearance has me all messed up, too. Speaking of which, we got a call yesterday afternoon from a kid saying he'd seen a cockatiel in the trees at his junior high school (which is about a mile south of our house). So, we checked it out and didn't see him, but I spent a couple hours hanging posters in the area anyway. Maybe he's still out there!
Saturday, March 17, 2007
I think I was brushing my teeth this morning when I thought of all the time I spend doing things only because I need to do them in order to maintain my current
life-state (like brushing my teeth). Not much time is left over for doing what I want.
That's when this image came to me. It doesn't really illustrate the aforementioned thought, but it's sort of in the same vein: struggling to maintain the status quo.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Another sad thing about Taffy's disappearance is that he left our other cockatiel, Salty, alone. It's been 3 days now, so we decided to get Salty a companion. We got a really pretty white one (with a little grey on the wings). We don't know if it's a male or female. He/she is pretty nervous about being in a new place, too, but hopefully that will pass soon.
We cerainly aren't replacing Taffy (he is one-of-a-kind, believe me), and we're definitely not giving up on him either. We'll be more than happy to have 3 birds in the house!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
Taffy, one of our two pet cockatiels--the first one we got--escaped lastnight. It was awful. I've never felt so helpless as I did when I heard him calling out as he ascended higher and higher into the darkness. He must have been so scared. He has no experience flying outside, let alone in the middle of the night.
We did what we could to look for him. Nina took Cooper in the car and drove around the area, and I took my bike and rode for miles, but it was useless. Who knows how far he could have gotten and whether or not he could even figure out how to land being as disoriented as he must have been.
We're checking with all the animal shelters in the area, and Nina's driving around as I write this. Fuck. I don't know what to do.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Monday, March 05, 2007
Friday, March 02, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
I gave blood today, and the blood drive was held at the Burbank Elks Lodge. As I lay there bleeding, staring into the dead, glass eyes of a bodyless elk's head, I wondered "If you have a club named after a certain animal, why would you hang the severed head of said animal on the wall of your clubhouse?" I would think that you might want to show respect to, and admiration for, the namesake of your fraternity rather than take a buzzsaw to its corpse and display what you cut off on the wall!
Maybe they could change their name to "The Severed Heads Club."