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9:00 a.m.
well, here it is. the end. shawoo.
actually, i'm remarkably awake right now. i guess the caffeine that i've been practically mainlining has finally kicked in and now i'm just ready to go go go go go!!! good thing, too... i'm going to breakfast with my family as soon as i click the post button.
anyway, i have some people to send love to:
a) my sponsors: love. to. my. sponsors. (i heart you.)
14) people who kept me awake: krista & midnite, thanks for the chatter.
blue) commenters: thanks for dropping by and finding something to say. especially srah, who miraculously found all sorts of things to say.
pi*r2) those who had questions for the 8 ball. i thank you. but most importantly, the 8 ball thanks you.
one train leaves philadelphia traveling west at 45 mph and another train leaves chicago traveling east at 55 mph) litkickers, thanks for the suggestions.
f) diet coke, this wouldn't have been possible without you and your lovely, internal organ-eroding bubbly goodness.
29) amish people - you are truly mystical makers of delicious pie.
42) napster, audiogalaxy and kazaa: thanks for the mp3s that make up the mix cds i've been listening to.
okay, i think i've gotten everybody. i hope so. if not, feel free to berate me. also, a big thanks to the blogathon team for all the hard work they've done to make this event a reality. i'm glad i was able to babble my way through it.
i think i might take a mini blog vacation now. but you'll live. i mean, think about it. there are 48 posts here. that's more than i usually do in two months, so you've got plenty to keep you entertained for at least a week. i will eventually set this up as its own page, separate from the regular blog. i wish i had done this before, but live and learn.
anyway, i'm going to stop typing now. hasta la whenever.
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8:30 a.m.
one thing i constantly find myself wondering about is why america doesn't smell like anything. well, it can if you ever find yourself driving through farming country with your windows down on a hot day, but generally, this place is devoid of scent. when i lived in venice, there was a smell around every corner. it was perfectly normal while walking to class to think, "hmmm. poop. freshly baked bread. fish. canal." all within the space of a city block.
here, on the days when i walk to the museum, i don't smell anything. except occasional exhaust fumes from a passing truck.
it's weird. that's all.
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8:00 a.m.
questions for the 8 ball: (this time 8 ball answers in red.)
will weezer girl sleep tonight?
my reply is no. (sorry about that.)
will violet moon fairy win the contest?
yes definitely.
bananas: will they fly in the future?
as i see it yes.
will studiocoach be proposed to by the person who is not supposed to know about this particular question?
outlook good.
there you go. peace out.
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7:30 a.m.
looks like it'll be a cloudy day. good sleeping weather. except i feel like going for a walk. i am so tired of sitting. i didn't know that sitting could be such a taxing job for the butt, but now i know. it can. oh yes. it can. my shoulders also hurt. need to stretch. will stretch after posting this. i've been simultaneously zoning out and moping to jeff buckley. but now i'm listening to something else, so i'm better.
except for the sore butt.
and i'm sure you were so interested in knowing about how my ass was making it through this.
anyway, enough of this assiness. i've had sort of a running theme throughout all of this, if you can count me saying random things about australia every once in awhile as a running theme. but i remembered something else. see, when i was a kid, my favorite book was alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, because i was certain that this alexander boy was living my life. except for the brothers. i didn't have any of those. every time something horrible would happen to alexander, he would say that he was going to move to australia... so moving to australia was my purpose in life when i was about six or so. haven't lived up to that one yet.
but if that bridge ever happens, then perhaps.
yeah, okay. stretch time.
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7:00 a.m.
daylight! yeehaw!
i'm kind of surprised that i made it this far without ranting. i mean, yes... i have a couple of hours left, but i'm feeling remarkably un-rant-like.
and seriously, is there any better vocal than jeff buckley singing "hallelujah"? (any answer other than "no" is wrong, by the way.)
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6:30 a.m.
ok, i've moved on to jeff buckley. because apparently i feel like moping now.
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6:00 a.m.
i'm generally angry when i'm awake at this time. but right now i'm looking forward to the sunrise.
just had a good memory. don't want to tell the details, really. but it's about krakow. and buying lipstick. and that look in that boy's hazel eyes. ah.
oh, and there was another question for the 8 ball: (answer in bold.)
will hester get to sleep?
it is decidedly so.
there you have it.
now i'm feeling kinda hyper. annnnnd wheeeeee!
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5:30 a.m.
right, then... i keep finding these ridiculous pictures of myself when i was a kid.
here we go.... glamorous:
5:00 a.m.
do i really think that dancing and blogging are the two greatest things in life? not so much. don't get me wrong, i like dancing. a lot. and i like blogging. i might not like blogging so much for like, a week after this is over, but i just keep on typing, so that says something.
anyway, i'm on what now? my fifty third can of diet coke? cigarette number nine hundred and sixty four? i don't know. i've lost track. but i feel more awake now. i don't think my third wind has kicked in yet, but it's bound to anytime now.
so anybody still reading this? if so, i beseech you... say something to me.
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4:30 a.m.
i don't feel like i'm here anymore. i mean, i'm obviously here and listening to that bad party mix again, yet i am curiously absent. i'm not sure exactly where else i am.... but i guess i need to do some more crazy dancing to bring me back to the present.
and there's nothing better to dance to than the bad party mix! woo! dancing and blogging! the two greatest things in life. and i'm doing them both! well, not simultaneously, but still.
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4:00 a.m.
so it's 4:00. woohoo!
i forgot what i was going to say.
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3:30 a.m.
wow, keywords are entertaining. my current favorite search term someone googled most likely in the hopes of finding something completely different than my site:
"butt sticking out car window."
yeah, i don't know. well, actually now i do. i just googled "butt sticking out car window" and one of my stories about satan was the first thing on the list. hooray for my high google standing, i guess.
huh.
but anyway, the page with this story on it has gotten around 100 hits. and that's the top keyword. so does this mean that more than one person has actually gone to google and typed "butt sticking out car window"? really? and then they end up on my site? man.
wow. the internet is truly a magical place.
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3:00 a.m.
i've decided that i need to stop saying that i'm going to come up with something to say by a certain time. because then when the time rolls around, i realize that i've spent the entire last hour staring at the wall or something, which means that i've come up with nothing.
however, even though i have nothing, i'm going to pretend like i have something. i've probably posted this picture before, but not recently (like, not today) and it's funny... so... without further ado, i give you tony danza and his stellar advice:
2:30 a.m.
i thought my second wind had died, but i decided to start listening to this mix cd of all the pop songs i learned in italian class and suddenly i am full of energy again. it's all about the ligabue.
i'm trying to conjure a memory or a funny story or something for 3:00. we'll see.
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2:00 a.m.
first, the picture:
1:30 a.m.
krista donated these questions from dave (of bald sarcasm) to me:
who?
me, jacinda, sam and erik.
when?
1998. summer. sometimes it's shocking how long ago these things happened, even though they feel like they happened just the other day.
why?
i was in love with erik, so i had to be there. jacinda and i were inseparable, so therefore, she had to be there. erik and sam were always there, i think. this was just something we did in the evenings, and i'd always go home confused.
what?
oh, anything. sitting in sam's garage/room/shanty on the edge of his parents' property. listening to music. smoking too much. talking about what ginsberg meant. staring at each other. being bizarre and young and cryptic and thinking this was the only way to be. watching boys drink gin. waiting for boys to finish making ramen noodles. listening to the longest song in the universe. laughing. "maybe we should tape a bunch of thick phone books to our bodies and fight each other with samurai swords until we get to the yellow pages..." weirdness. tension. guitar picks. steve albini.
the most perfect way to spend a saturday night.
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1:00 a.m.
midnite, the australian wonder-artist (have i mentioned lately that i heart australia?) told me to:
talk to us of roses
and what you think of rabbits
and the last time you swam in the sea
and why books are good for kids
and i think i can do that. so, here it is.
talk to us of roses
i like roses. when i was a kid, we lived in a house that had a rosebush right outside of my bedroom window. i will always remember waking up in the middle of the night one time in june and looking outside and seeing a blossom against the dark sky. i can't even come close to describing how beautiful it was, so i'm not going to try. even so, my favorite flowers are from the chrysanthemum family: daisies, black-eyed susans, pink coneflowers.
and what you think of rabbits
rabbits are okay. when i was six, my neighbor had a pet rabbit. i was jealous.
and the last time you swam in the sea
hm. i'm not sure i've actually ever done any swimming in the sea. i've done plenty of swimming in lakes... including lake michigan, which is really frickin' big. i walked along the shore of the atlantic ocean when i was 11 and on vacation in virginia. i remember the way the sand would disappear from underneath my feet and how the sensation thrilled me (and made me fall over.) the last time i was anywhere near anything that could be technically called a sea, i was in italy. my friends and i hung out on the lido, soaking up some sun near the adriatic sea and being ogled by a fat italian in a black speedo. the next time i was on the sea, my friends and i took a boat around the island of capri. we spent the whole journey afraid of death. but at the same time, it was beautiful. we could've jumped out of the boat and gone swimming in one of the grottoes, but i think we were all too afraid of jerry's boating skills to leave our spots. so we stayed where we were. if i ever make it back to capri, though, i've promised myself some swimming time.
and why books are good for kids
books are as necessary as vegetables and vitamins for strong, healthy children. giving kids the tools to imagine is important. there is more to life than the physical.
okay, hasta la 1:30.
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12:30 a.m.
okay, not a picture of the jamelahfro, but still pretty good. this is from when i was three years old, and as i remember it, i was doing an impression of yosemite sam. my mother swears that i was trying to look like my dad. in any case, i made a handlebar mustache out of a balloon and stuck it to my face.
yes. i stuck a balloon to my face. because logically, that would be exactly like having a mustache.
how awesome and insane am i? see, it started when i was young.
12:00 a.m.
disappointment:
instead of blow drying, i decided to let my hair go curly after the shower, and my world-famous jamelahfro is failing to materialize. i'm like a shampoo commercial. i've got these fat, placid ringlets, instead of the chaos that that normally materializes. this is nice and all, but not nearly as funny.
but have no fear. i'm going to find a picture of myself when i was eight, sometime after i got that ill-fated mushroom haircut. oh, the hair woes of a fool such as i...
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11:30 p.m.
i'm back in business. i think it must be the eleventh can of diet coke that's breathed new life into me. thank jesus for diet coke. amen.
speaking of christ, it's about time he made an appearance on the blog. it's been awhile.
say hello to the lord:
11:00 p.m.
did i say i was going to have something to say at 11:00? i was just kidding about that.
the truth of the matter is that i'm sitting here with my headphones on... the cd stopped playing a good ten minutes ago, and so i'm listening to nothing. with my headphones on.
yeah. quirky, huh?
ok, i reached down and hit "play" so i'm not as much of an idiot as i was two seconds ago. the thing is, i can't help but wonder when i turned into such a pansy. i never used to sleep. my last semester of college, i went an entire week without sleeping. yes, by the end of it i was completely insane and i couldn't stop laughing about things that weren't funny in the slightest, but still. i stayed awake for a whole damn week. now it's 11:00 and i'm like "uh, yeah. bedtime?" and i'd better get over it because i have several hours left.
damn. getting old sucks.
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10:30 p.m.
so i was feeling all refreshed and everything from the shower until i sat back down in this chair. now i feel less than all refreshed. refreshed, yes. but not all refreshed.
there is an important difference.
it is obviously time to listen to james brown. uh huh.
at 11:00, i'll have something to write about again.
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10:00 p.m.
okay, i'm going to go shower. read this if you want to. the story about marlon brando is quality.
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9:30 p.m.
i'm currently only $10 behind my personal goal for this. (of course, going over the personal goal would be okay, too.) i was just looking at my site stats, so i know people are coming and reading. why not give a dollar?
you have a dollar, don't you?
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9:00 p.m.
i have recently been refreshed by a delicious, life-sustaining meal of vegetable lasagna and pie. i heart pie. this particular pie comes from a local amish bakery, and it is of the cherry variety. it is also of the sassy variety.
mmmm. i love it when pie is sassy.
now i am calling my grandma.
now i am hanging up the phone.
how about that?
does anybody remember the marcia brady dance from the brady bunch movie? because i was so doing that a minute ago.
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8:30 p.m.
a question from vaselina: (8 ball goes back to italics.)
am i ever going to clean up this apartment? cuz right now, from my bed to my bath, it's just a hop, skip, and a jump.
outlook good
yep. the 8 ball speaks the truth, ms. glamatron. at some point, your abode is gonna sparkle!
as for life... i personally recommend some happy tunes and loud singing. perhaps some crazy dancing. not good dancing. crazy dancing. there's a difference, and this difference is essential to the kind of goofiness that is an important factor in cracking through the black clouds of blahness that tend to overtake things.
yes, there's that. screaming at and/or throwing inanimate objects helps, too. sometimes moments of fleeting joy are all it takes.
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8:00 p.m.
11 frickin' hours. you know, people say things to me about how i spend all day every day in front of a computer, but it ain't true. because today i am spending all day in front of the computer (save for breaks where i get up and dance, dance, dance) and it's painful.
anyway. question for the 8 ball from srah: (the 8 ball chooses to answer backwards.)
what has 8 arms and 8 legs?
.tbuod a tuohtiw
there you have it.
by the way, srah, you're one of those albion people i never knew but would hear about. when i was in venice, a couple of the girls i went to school with (erin lewis & jillian longheier) hung out with you on one of our semester breaks, i think. yep.
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7:30 p.m.
a question for the 8 ball from alicia: (the 8 ball has decided to answer in underlined text this time)
why is an hour like a misshapen head that's just falling apart?
you may rely on it.
so there you go, alicia. the 8 ball has spoken. hope that helps clear things up.
in other news, i am listening to the theme from shaft and enjoying a cup of peach yogurt. well, i was enjoying the cup of peach yogurt until i found a couple of black specks in it. now i'm having nothing to do with the peach yogurt. i don't know why eating yogurt is so traumatic these days.
but you know, it's not a big deal.... because shaft is the black private dick who's the sex machine to all the chicks.
can you dig it?
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7:00 p.m.
okay, made the template a wee bit more blogathon-ish.
so now you should pledge a dollar, or something.
for this half hour, all i really have to say is that sometimes, there is immeasurable joy in listening to erasure.
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6:30 p.m.
i just stared at my right foot for thirty minutes.
and it's not even late yet.
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6:00 p.m.
since nobody else seems to have any pressing questions for my magic 8 ball, i've decided to ask it a few things:
(8 ball replies in italics.)
someone once said to me, "sometimes you've just gotta bury the bodies and keep on livin'." is this true?
most likely.
will there ever be a bridge connecting north america with australia?
without a doubt.
is it true what they say?
my reply is no.
say i wanted to be a geologist, but i thought plate tectonics was a big lie. would i still be able to achieve my dream?
better not tell you now.
well, i don't actually want to be a geologist. i was just asking. anyway, does it really get any better than "come on eileen"?
it is decidedly so.
is now a good time for me to eat that leftover kung pao chicken in my fridge?
as i see it yes.
awesome. peace out, yo.
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5:30 p.m.
while i'm in the mood for posting pictures...
*begin edit* by the way, that's a business card. it looks better in print than it does digitally, but whatever. still fabulous. could you imagine saying "here's my card" and then handing that to someone? oh, the wonder of business cards. *end edit* anyway, now that i'm in the graphic design business, i can make things like this, and call it work.
life truly is a surprising, beautiful thing...
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5:00 p.m.
shamelessly...
4:30 p.m.
ok, in the past half hour, i did some crunches. then i ate some pie. way to be counterproductive. woo!
i want to know why several people on my street are painting their houses beige. the same shade of beige, no less. i don't think houses should be obnoxiously-colored, but why beige? the most boring color on earth? and why the same shade? like there isn't a range of boring in the spectrum of beige?
what? was the paint store having a sale? "make your house as ugly as possible! now, for $49.95!"
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4:00 p.m.
okay. i've moved on to mudhoney. mudhoney makes me remember the movie singles for some reason. are they on the soundtrack? i can't remember. i have the soundtrack somewhere, but i don't feel like looking for it. anyway, the movie singles makes me think of high school (even though it came out before i was in high school). but not all of high school. just my friend gretchen, and gretchy's nasty-ass ale, and how painfully bad i am at mini golf.
i don't know why. but there i am, hit by nostalgia once again.
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3:30 p.m.
the look.... of blog....
3:00 p.m.
a request from his name isn't really jim vinny:
me: magic 8 ball, will jim vinny get lucky tonight?
8 ball: very doubtful.
me: ouch.
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2:30 p.m.
a sort of question for my magic 8 ball: (it was really something else, but i turned it into a question for my magic 8 ball)
me: magic 8 ball, what will the future be like, considering the fact that there will definitely be contact with an alien species within the next 20 years?
8 ball: it is certain.
me: the future is certain?
8 ball: ask again later.
me: yeah, it's later. so, the future is certain?
8 ball: outlook not so good.
me: right then... contact with aliens within the next 20 years is certain?
8 ball: you may rely on it.
me: neat. hey, magic 8 ball... did you know that to alien species, we're aliens?
8 ball: as i see it yes.
me: awesome. i'm glad we had this chat.
if anybody else has any questions for the magic 8 ball to answer... comment or e-mail me and i will be sure to ask them for you. because i'm a nice girl like that.
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2:00 p.m.
do you ever think you make up memories? like, i just had this memory of this time i was in munich with my friend melissa, and this turkish guy offered us 50 marks if we'd make a phone call and tell someone something about a necklace. and i'm not sure it really happened. i mean, i remember the guy really clearly, and i remember following him through the munich train station feeling like i was doing something illegal, but all the other details are too hazy. this could mean one of two things:
1. this never really happened.
2. it really happened, but all the beer i drank later that evening at the hofbrau haus obscured the memory to the point that i would never ever be able to recall it accurately.
some things i do remember about munich:
1:30 p.m.
a question/topic from litkicks:
what do books mean to you. now, then, and in the future. have you ever slept with a book under your pillow for comfort? how would your life be different without books, do you think?
quite simply, words are my life. books are full of words. i heart books.
more complexly, i can't think of a time when i wasn't reading something. well, except for when i was an illiterate two-year-old... but then i had people read books to me. books have opened all sorts of doors to me, have inspired me to think, have pushed me toward all of this writing i do now...etc. etc. etc. i don't think i've ever slept with a book under my pillow for comfort, but i have fallen asleep while reading too many times to count, because the words were the last thing i wanted with me before i drifted off to dreamland. i can't imagine my life without books, because books are precious to me. in my life now, they surround me... sort of like a worn, tattered security blanket. i never resold any of my books from college because i wanted to keep them always.
right now i'm on a return trip through on the road, and afterwards, i'm gonna need something to read. i guess i could finish the unbearable lightness of being, which is just sitting around making fun of me because i didn't read past part one. suggestions would be welcome.
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1:00 p.m.
okay, after writing that last post, i had to change cds. and it's not that all the songs on that cd are bad... it's just the combination of them together that makes for a truly "what the hell am i listening to?" experience.
anyway, now i'm listening to a cd by an australian band called the cruel sea. my friend jason sent it me a little over a year ago, and it's really good. and since i am apparently all about australia love in my blog today... i'll talk a little bit about jason and the fun things we send to each other in the mail.
see, jason is from perth, western australia (though now he's in some mining town where he can get these really classy beer holders depicting humping kangaroos) and last february, he was complaining about his girlfriend playing the macy gray song "i try" over and over and over again. so i told him i was going to make him a cd... and about a week later, i shipped off a package containing "jason's mystery mix" which consisted of "i try" 19 times. since that time, we've been sending things back & forth. he almost always sends me nicer things than i send him... like this cruel sea cd or the books about jesus by australian writer andrew masterson, which are absolutely hilarious.
about a month ago, i sent him a package with my copy of house of leaves and a poe cd in it, and in return, i got christmas in july with a huge envelope containing the aforementioned beer holder, a coffee cup, a keychain, a mousepad (with a monster truck on it), postcards and pictures. so to be nice, i sent him a copy of a beverly hills 90210 book. you know, so he'd have something to read after finishing house of leaves.
it's a bizarre kind of fun, but i enjoy our correspondence. and on top of everything, jason is an ace letter writer. it's nice to know someone who writes great letters.
speaking of fun mail... i just got a package from israel. it contains two handmade collections of poetry by a great lady and incredible poet named judih. (you can check out some of judih's work by popping over to the swiss poem account collection.)
hurrah!
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12:30 p.m.
bad music is the only way to go, i've discovered. i found my worst mix cd ever, and it's sustaining me. this is what's on it:
1. no diggity - blackstreet
2. where it's at - beck
3. get this party started - p!nk
4. hot in herre - nelly
5. mmmbop - hanson (yeah, i know. but it's catchy. shut up.)
6. the bad touch - the bloodhound gang
7. too funky - george michael
8. i want you to want me (or something like that) - letters to cleo
9. i think i love you - david cassidy
10. i'm not stalking you - andy dick
11. shake your bon bon - ricky martin
12. praise you - fatboy slim
13. bump bump bump - b2k
14. faith - george michael
15. intergalactic - beastie boys
16. new pollution - beck
17. too sexy - right said fred
18. supermodel - ru paul
19. devil's haircut - beck
so other than the fact that i was in an odelay phase when i made this cd... uh... yeah. i call it "the bad party mix" because let's face it: if someone played a cd with a track list like that at a party, everyone would leave.
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12:00 p.m.
three hours, yo.
now it is time for me to pay homage to the greatest t-shirt ever. yes. my writing shirt. here it is:
11:30 a.m.
the crispy golden hashbrown has to be the greatest invention known to humankind. why? because it is crispy. and golden. and made of potatoes. i haven't quite figured out how to make the crispy golden hashbrown in the sanctity of my own kitchen yet... something about always nearly burning the house down seems to prevent me from accomplishing this task.
anyway, my mother just brought me breakfast, and that breakfast included the crispy golden hashbrown, and oh, the joy of the potato. i'm not quite sure why potatoes are so delicious and life-sustaining, but damn, yo. i haven't found a type of potato food that i don't enjoy. (except for raw potato food. that is vomit-inducing.) i've said it before, and i'll say it again... the potato is to jamelah what the shrimp is to bubba. baked, mashed, fried, boiled, with gravy, with butter, hashbrowned, american fries, french fries, cooked in basil and olive oil... whatever. the potato is miraculous. all hail.
now that i have consumed a crispy golden hashbrown, i'm good to go for hours.
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11:00 a.m.
so what's the deal with having to fly to places like europe or australia? i wanna roadtrip, baby. i wanna load my car full of cheetos and embarrassing cds and cartons of cigarettes and important magazines like vogue and cosmo and drive all the damn way to australia. it couldn't take too long, could it? i mean, when i was a kid we had to drive to arkansas and that took two days (including a stop at a motel for the night). and arkansas is really far. (also pointless to travel to, but that's a different subject entirely.)
now, i like to fly. sort of. i like to look out of the windows. one of my favorite memories in life is flying home from poland and looking out at the ocean of clouds that were all sorts of fantastic colors (like persimmon. persimmon! really.) and feeling all cool and one with the universe and everything. granted, at this point in the trip, i hadn't slept for about 20 hours, and i sitting next to this annoying girl who wanted to chat and kept trying to read my journal. i hated that girl. seriously.
but i digress.
the problem is, there's no way to drive to australia. (i have a theory that i could drive across an ocean with relative ease if i could just go fast enough, because i'd get some awesome hydroplaning action going on. but there are no gas stations in the middle of the ocean, which means that i'd have to work out some fueling on the fly, and i haven't quite figured out all the logistics yet.) there is no bridge that connects north america with australia. why is this? australia is neat. they have kangaroos and stuff. the price of plane tickets to australia is prohibitive to my traveling there. so driving is my only option.
(side note: i'm listening to beck. i heart him.)
i don't think it would be too hard to build an intercontinental bridge. sure, it would cost trillions of dollars and would probably be very difficult to engineer it in a way that would make it structurally sound, but so what? i mean, the united states is spending trillions of dollars on the war in iraq, which is silly. and it's not helping me get to australia.
i propose that the people who would be in charge of this sort of thing get together and have a meeting. a really nice meeting, with fruit trays and fresh bakery rolls, and talk about what it would take to make international travel more of a reality to the people of the world who are either broke or hate to fly. or are broke and hate to fly. or just hate to fly. or are just broke.
you know. jesus, it's not like they're doing anything better with their time. it's gotta be better to build something than to blow something up.
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10:30 a.m.
i'm listening to b2k right now. oh, the p. diddy.
oh, the shame.
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10:00 a.m.
okay, something:
i don't really get the hype with dvds and why they're supposedly so much better than videos. why? because no matter how people try to convince me that scene selection is so cool, but really, it's not revolutionary or anything. i swear. see, because if i'm watching a video and then i stop the tape because i'm going to get up and do something else, or my grandma calls to talk to me, or whatever, when i press play, the movie's still sitting there, right in the spot where i left it.
i don't get it.
granted, all i watch now are dvds, but that's because when i hooked everything up, i had to do some fancy rigging and the vcr doesn't work anymore. but still. i remember watching the previews on the front of videos that would tell me how i needed to experience a movie on dvd. so i have. several times now, in fact, but... yeah. not really all that different.
i don't know. maybe i just don't love movies enough.
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9:30 a.m.
okay, yeah. still nothing good to talk about. i'm trying to jump start my brain. and the only way to do this, obviously, is by listening to rap. because nothing gets the synapses firing like nellyville.
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9:00 a.m.
well, let's get this blogathon started. after the (ahem) overwhelming number of write-ins with questions and requests for blog topics, i feel absolutely ready to write for 24 hours. yeah.
anyway, since only god understands the way my brain works, and i didn't sleep so much last night (due to distressing trouble trying to reach the exact perfect sleeping temperature) this should be a most interesting experience. stay tuned.
(i promise to come up with something good to say by 9:30.)
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