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new essay

On faith.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow is 80’s music. Sorry if I disappointed today. Because, you know..

I never want to let you down.
Or desert you.

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more new stuff

New (old to some) story: christmas, crackheads and a bad 70’s pop song

Also, contemplating the 80’s music thing below, figuring out exactly what I’m going to do with that last besides get really horrible songs stuck in your head.

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7 things

Before I get to the music thing I said I would do this morning, there’s a matter of a twitter/blog meme I’ve been tagged with. It’s called 7 Things You Don’t Know About Me, and while some of you may already know these things, the people who tagged me don’t so they still count!

1. I was with Anna Nicole Smith when she found out her husband died. I spent about a full week with her, and about a month later almost kicked her ass at a funeral. True story.

2. Despite my insistence on being an independent woman, I sometimes long for the days of old, when a woman stayed home and cleaned the house (wearing pearls and high heels) and prepared the meals and had tea socials, and when her man came home from a hard day’s work, she’d have dinner on the table and a martini ready and they’d sit around and talk about the children, who spent their free time at the malt shop or doing innocent children type things, and the most ambition a girl had to have was to marry a swell guy like Wally Cleaver or maybe learn how to sew. These longing moments are pretty fleeting when I realize that I’d have to get through life without the internet or wearing pants.

3. I don’t like Twinkies. Which may not seem interesting in and of itself, but I’ve been told over and over that it’s just un-American to hate Twinkies. Everyone loves Twinkies, I’ve been told. Only communists hate them. Well slap a mustache on me and call me Trotsky, then. I’m a commie. Because I loathe those little bastards. The texture of the sponge cake, the uber sweetness of the filling, the gritty feeling it leaves in your mouth…it’s just nasty. I suppose some day I will be running for an important political position and a reporter will say to me “Are you now or have you ever been a hater of Twinkies?” and I’ll be screwed.

4. I met Todd on Fark. TotalFark, to be precise. Telling non-internet people (yes, they do exist) that you met your boyfriend online is weird. Telling internet savvy people you met him on Fark gets you even stranger looks. We became friendly way before we started dating, bonding over a mutual love of the band Clutch. We realized we were a match made in heaven when I laughed at his juvenile jokes.

5. I hate shopping. I hate malls. I hate spending money on shoes or purses. In fact, I own only five pairs of shoes, and four of them say “Converse” on them.

6. Of all the articles I’ve had published and of all the things I will ever have published in my life, I will be most proud of the little story I had published in a tiny little zine called Macros2000. The story was called “Don’t Pee in the Millennium Falcon” and I was really thrilled because it was right next to a story by Evan Dorkin, creator of Milk and Cheese. Coincidentally, my dog ate my hard copy of that zine yesterday.

7. I’ve lived in the same time my entire life. I have moved four times, all within this town. I plan on moving some time in the next five years. Clear across the country. California, here we come.

And there you go. Seven things you may or may not have known about me. I would tag people, but I’m not sure which twitter people even have blogs.

I got this from @FanEffingTastic and @girlmonkey, so I tag whoever they tagged!

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7 things

Before I get to the music thing I said I would do this morning, there’s a matter of a twitter/blog meme I’ve been tagged with. It’s called 7 Things You Don’t Know About Me, and while some of you may already know these things, the people who tagged me don’t so they still count!

1. I was with Anna Nicole Smith when she found out her husband died. I spent about a full week with her, and about a month later almost kicked her ass at a funeral. True story.

2. Despite my insistence on being an independent woman, I sometimes long for the days of old, when a woman stayed home and cleaned the house (wearing pearls and high heels) and prepared the meals and had tea socials, and when her man came home from a hard day’s work, she’d have dinner on the table and a martini ready and they’d sit around and talk about the children, who spent their free time at the malt shop or doing innocent children type things, and the most ambition a girl had to have was to marry a swell guy like Wally Cleaver or maybe learn how to sew. These longing moments are pretty fleeting when I realize that I’d have to get through life without the internet or wearing pants.

3. I don’t like Twinkies. Which may not seem interesting in and of itself, but I’ve been told over and over that it’s just un-American to hate Twinkies. Everyone loves Twinkies, I’ve been told. Only communists hate them. Well slap a mustache on me and call me Trotsky, then. I’m a commie. Because I loathe those little bastards. The texture of the sponge cake, the uber sweetness of the filling, the gritty feeling it leaves in your mouth…it’s just nasty. I suppose some day I will be running for an important political position and a reporter will say to me “Are you now or have you ever been a hater of Twinkies?” and I’ll be screwed.

4. I met Todd on Fark. TotalFark, to be precise. Telling non-internet people (yes, they do exist) that you met your boyfriend online is weird. Telling internet savvy people you met him on Fark gets you even stranger looks. We became friendly way before we started dating, bonding over a mutual love of the band Clutch. We realized we were a match made in heaven when I laughed at his juvenile jokes.

5. I hate shopping. I hate malls. I hate spending money on shoes or purses. In fact, I own only five pairs of shoes, and four of them say “Converse” on them.

6. Of all the articles I’ve had published and of all the things I will ever have published in my life, I will be most proud of the little story I had published in a tiny little zine called Macros2000. The story was called “Don’t Pee in the Millennium Falcon” and I was really thrilled because it was right next to a story by Evan Dorkin, creator of Milk and Cheese. Coincidentally, my dog ate my hard copy of that zine yesterday.

7. I’ve lived in the same time my entire life. I have moved four times, all within this town. I plan on moving some time in the next five years. Clear across the country. California, here we come.

And there you go. Seven things you may or may not have known about me. I would tag people, but I’m not sure which twitter people even have blogs.

I got this from @FanEffingTastic and @girlmonkey, so I tag whoever they tagged!

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There’s a new essay up at life after all. It’s kind of depressing, but…eh. Some of them will be like that.

To counter that, I want you all to prepare for tomorrow’s post. Here’s a list of the 1000 top songs of the 80’s.

I’m going to ask you to pick you favorite one from each year. I’ll write about mine tomorrow.

Good luck with that.

And no one say “Total Eclipse of the Heart” please.

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Pie Wars

First, there is a new essay up at life after all. It’s called search and seizure and I wish I thought up a better title.

On this forum I used to belong to, we would occasionally have pie wars. The wars would break out mostly when the topic of discussion in a thread was becoming too troll rich. Unfortunately, the subject of pies is one that can also become volatile and full of trolls.

The arguments over what makes a pie a pie can get ugly. Do pies have vegetables? Is a sweet potato pie really a pie, per se, or more like a side dish stuffed into a crust? In the war of pies, is it fair to bring up something like Shepherd’s Pie, or can your only weapons be dessert pies? And what the hell is a rhubarb?

When having a pie war, it is important to make distinctions and draw lines. For instance, cheesecake is not a pie. It’s a cake. Pies have fruit, not meat, not veggies, though it doesn’t strictly have to be a fruit, as pecan and pumpkin are allowed. Pies are something eaten long after the turkey has been cleared and when the coffee is done perking. They are not served with the meal.

My favorite pie is the standard apple pie. Yes, I’m a true American. Ok, I don’t really watch baseball anymore and I don’t drive a Chevrolet, but my love of apple pie makes me a damn patriot. I prefer my apple pies to be on the tart side, and home made. Served warm, with a side of vanilla ice cream. I am a big proponent of the apple pie. In fact, it’s one of the things that started my friendship with Todd, when we discovered we would both fight to the death to defend the honor of apple pie.

Before I invite you all to take part in a pie war and state your favorite pies, please remember the rules: No veggies. Cake is not pie. Cobbler is not pie. Pies are dessert.

Ok, defend your pie. Bonus points for links to recipes.

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addition to the new place

Also will have a straight photoblog there, where I will transfer all my “lyrical photography” photos from flickr.

These are photos that were inspired by music, be it titles, lyrics, meanings of songs or whatever.

lyrical photography

About the project.

(feedback on either project would be much appreciated)

Also, it should be noted that the alifeafterall page will be updated daily, in the morning, and the lyrical photography will be updated often, as I’m trying to transfer all my “best” photos over there.

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