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I have a horrible, sinking feeling that my "Look" is somehow incomplete

Umbertos

For your information, achieving "LOOK" TOTALITY involves the completion of a complex, and only partially understood algorithm, consisting of:

Aquanet
5 gallons of AquaNet

+

Wetnwild
Generous application of Wet 'n' Wild Cosmetics

+

Ratt
RATT on heavy rotation

= THE TOTAL LOOK MUTHAFUCKAS!1!!!!!

heh.

Aaaaand speaking of things related to The Rock Music, which it seems like the kids are so into these days, I have another one of those awesome Sandisk Slot Radio players to give away! WOOT!

Slot_radio As you might recall, it's a wee thing that comes pre-programmed with 1,000  -- yes, that's ONE THOUSAND -- handpicked songs, so you don't have to bother with burning and transferring songs from CDs or downloading things from iTunes. Kinda cool, huh? Ideal for summer travel and throwing in with beach towels and sunscreen when you're heading out to the shore.

All you have to do to enter to win is leave a comment on this here post (here I'll give you a topic: what's your favorite Summer Jam, past or present?), and I'll randomly pick a winner this Friday, July 10th, around noonish. That's a tight time-frame, so get a-commentin', people!

. . . . .

Aaaaaand we have a winner! Congratulations to Sumo! You shall soon be in possession of delicious music player goodness! WOOT!

And thanks to everyone else who participated. Fret not, fair readers, for I'll have one last player to give away next month, so stay tuned!

Rollerbabies

I normally don't go for this sort of thing, having never really gotten over the creepy CGI dancing baby of Ally McBeal fame, but in this case I make an exception:

Babies + rollerskates + Old Skool Rap = AWESOMEZ. (Also, I love it when advertising *gets it right* and does something interesting.) Oh there's also a Making Of video!

PS: Thanks, Jamie!

Weather Report

Him: Are you surviving? I feel a need to airlift you things - booze, music, etc... I know that in your position I'd still be lying in a pool of myself, wondering where the sky went.


Me: Here's the thing. You think you'd be (as you perfectly put it) "lying in a pool of myself, wondering where the sky went." But you wouldn't. It's kind of amazing. I think it's having kids that does it. The 'lying in a pool of myself' thing -- I've done that before, and over comparatively insignificant breakups, losses, pains. But the truth is it's a luxury, being a mess -- something you can do only when you don't have someone relying on you for their sense of reality and stability. Right now, I actually CAN'T be a mess. It's not an option. At all. M caught me crying just a little the other day and that was bad enough, seeing how unmooring that was for her -- I don't ever, ever want her to see me really fall apart. It would crush her world. If I can hold it together I can help her hold it together, and if she comes through this okay I sure as fuck will. Does that make sense?

Which is not to say the falling apart thing isn't happening in other ways, different ways... it is. But it's circumstantial. I've been crazy before -- real crazy, actual nervous breakdown crazy -- and that's different, scarier. This is more like mental/emotional birth pains. It hurts like hell, I feel a bit out of control, I need an goddamn epidural. But then it'll be over -- it's an event. You can go crazy and be crazy the rest of your life, locked in the terror of disreality, but you can't enact this kind of dissolution for the rest of your life. Once you walk through the fire you walk through the fire, it's done. When I'm on the other side I'll be a bit burned, a bit tender, but it will be over. I'll have survived.

. . . . .
PS: I hope.

I swear by all that is right and good in this world that this isn't some kind of covert Disney plug

It's like motherfucking Wild Kingdom around here these days. WILD KINGDOM OF THE DAMNED.

So here's what happened.

I was sitting in my living room this morning trying to jump-start my brain with epic doses of caffeine, when I heard a very light scratching sound coming from behind our TV cabinet (if you'd like a visual aid to help you conjure an image of the setting for this story, the giant black armoire to the left in this photo is said TV cabinet, and I was seated in the chair visible in the foreground). The scratching sound lasted for perhaps two or three seconds and then stopped, so I shrugged it off. Our house was built in 1914, it makes all kinds of random and unexplainable noises, believe me. I mean, if I got freaked out every time I heard scratching, or the sound of rattling chains in the basement, or blood curdling screams coming from the attic at 3am, well, I'd be freaked out a whole lot of the time. Anyway, a few moments later I looked to my left and saw a teeny tiny gray baby mouse punch-drunkenly climbing out from behind the cabinet over the thick white satellite TV cables strung along the baseboard.

Right about this time, give or take a few stunned, horrified seconds, was when I began running around in circles like a cartoon character, hands flailing wildly, repeating over and over like a mental patient off her Very Important Meds: OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO. Yeah, so basically I'm real good in a crisis and stuff.

I then did what any sane person would do, which was find a bowl, plunk it down over the mouse to trap it, and then proceed to stand there for five minutes with my mouth hanging open staring at said bowl, as if awaiting further directives from the part of my brain containing Reason and Problem Solving skills. Sadly, my brain was all, Dude, I've done what I can. You're kind of on your own from here on out -- I have some equations related to wave-particle duality I need to be working through. I'M OUT! Stupid brain.

At that moment I was standing about two feet away from my desk (and I use the term "desk" loosely -- it's not so much an actual, functional workspace, but rather a shambolic dumping ground for bills and paperwork and other distinctly Not Fun things I don't really want to deal with (an appointment request card from my dentist has been sitting atop one of the several piles that comprise the mountainous terrain of my desk for well over 6 months; my teeth will surely rot and liquify before I make that goddamn appointment now that the card has been consigned to The Desk Of No Return)), so I grabbed the nearest folder and gingerly scooted it, inch by inch, under the now-mouse-filled-bowl.

On a motherfuckin' roll (I AM A WOMAN OF ACTION! TAKING CHARGE OF THE VERY SERIOUS AND COMPLEX MOUSE SITUATION! YEAH!!!!), I gently picked up the folder/mouse/bowl and took it out onto our broad front walk, so that upon release from its bowl-prison the baby mouse would instantly be vulnerable, exposed and clearly visible to birds of prey from the air.

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Yeah that's not very impressive.

Okay, how about this?:
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DINNER IS SERVED!

Okay, a couple of things to note here:

1. I swear by the power of Greyskull that it was completely by chance that I grabbed this particular folder. Disney had just recently sent an Imagination Movers CD to me (Imagination Movers exist within the 7th Circle Of Hell incidentally, named "Violence Against Art," located just beneath Circle 8's "Pimps, Panderers and Seducers." The more you know!), so it just happened to be conveniently laying atop the uppermost sedimentary layer of my deskscape. Still, that's some pretty sweet happenstance right there, you gotta admit.
2. OH MY GOD IT'S SO CUTE I COULD DIE, GAH! Why do disease-infested vermin have to be so cute, whhhhhy???
3. Okay, and this is the eerie part: it's a baby. Barely had it's eyes open. Was still unsteady as a newborn foal. So you know what this means, right? THERE IS A NEST OF MICE SOMEWHERE IN MY HOUSE. AIIEEEEE!!!!!
4. © Copyright Walt Disney Records, 2009. All rights reserved. OH I KEED!

(Sorry, got a little caps-lock crazy there. Deeeeep breaths.)

So after a few stunned and trembling seconds, baby mouse scuttled off under the ivy surrounding our front porch. Which probably means that baby mouse will be reappearing inside my house within 24 hours. But really, what am I going to do? Feed it to my cats? Flush it down the toilet? Create a baby-mouse-inspired theme park and animation studio and become a bazillionare? Oh, wait...

(The truth I'm trying very hard not to admit to myself is that baby mouse is probably done for. Poor thing could barely walk yet -- he's not going to present much of a challenge to nearby wildlife with the fever for the flavor of the mouses. Can't say I don't feel bad, I'm kind of a pussy about cute fuzzy mammals truth be told, but it's not like we could keep it...)

(Alright, fine, Circle Of Life and shit, I'm over it. Sigh. Stupid life circle.)

Saturday

There's a dead bird on our porch, he said.

He's always been overly repulsed by the sight of dead animals. And so from our earliest days together it was one of the few critter-related matters I had to take on in our relationship, as he, incongruous as it may seem, has no problem killing hideous eleventy-bajillion-legged alien bugs, or escorting by hand the odd lost ladybug that materializes inside our house back out to its proper place among our garden's hydrangea blooms. But I am the sole Person Who Deals With Dead Things around here, and as such have, over the years, had to dispose of a fair number of hapless former mice, tangible evidence of our retiring housecats' still formidable hunting skills. Anyway, the point is that I knew immediately he'd be of no help in dealing with the thing on our porch.

Where is it? I asked, grimacing.

His left arm flew up, gesturing broadly toward the front of our house. He winced visibly. Over there.

I peered out our front door and spotted it, laying beside our rocking chair. Indeed, that bird is no more. It has ceased to be. It has kicked the bucket, bought the farm, it's pushing up daisies. It is an ex-bird.

I have no idea what to do with it.

And so there it remains. Rife with symbolism so obvious it makes me want to punch whoever's in charge of dropping these metaphoric talismans into our lives squarely in the ethereal jaw for insulting my intelligence with such a ham-handed, amateurish trope. I'm mean come on, universe -- you can do better than that, can't you?

Bird

But what do you do with a dead bird? I honestly don't know.

 

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Don't Panic!

I'm posting both at Sweetney & MamaPop (sometimes more than once-a-day)! Do not lose your shit! Stay alive, whatever the cost -- I WILL FIND YOU.

Posted on November 7, 2007 at 8:12am —

sweetney

The plan, stan.

So I'll be posting every day, either on Sweetney or MamaPop (or both, as often is the case), thoughout the whole freakin' month of November.

The weekends will be the hardest part, I imagine.

How are you all planning to work your way through it? Those of you who did this last year: any tips or words of hard-earned wisdom to impart?

Posted on October 22, 2007 at 11:58am —

sweetney

Kool-Aid? DRUNK.

Ize skared. Hold me?

Posted on October 4, 2007 at 1:52pm —

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At 12:00pm on April 8, 2008, Aimee Greeblemonkey said…
Hey girl. If I wasn't bothering you about this in many other forms of media, I am here on NaBlo too! YAY! Kid Art Auction for Earth Day.
At 2:45pm on October 23, 2007, Belinda Miller said…
Grrrrrrrrr.
At 1:57pm on October 22, 2007, Eden Marriott Kennedy said…
Is the Blogrolling password not working for you, dear?
At 8:34am on October 20, 2007, sweetney said…
10 days until the world explodes.
At 8:42pm on October 11, 2007, Lala said…
Hi, I just joined the "Just Coz" group. I'm off to read your blog and find out why you are so famous!
At 8:38pm on October 6, 2007, Sue said…
Yours was the first blog I EVER commented on - 1500 years ago. Or whenever it was.

You are thrilled to find this out, I know.
At 6:58am on October 5, 2007, Kelly O said…
Hey, our profile pictures have the same expression: the ever-present half-scowl.
At 1:34am on October 5, 2007, birchsprite said…
Hooray for the Sweetneyess
At 5:46pm on October 4, 2007, Kelly D. said…
what are we doing here? I'm calling CPS.
At 4:54pm on October 4, 2007, AC said…
WORD.
 
 

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