obfuscated girl

i never had a sister that you didn't like

This is a picture of a kitty fron the Dane County Humane Society.

This is a picture of a kitty from the Dane County Humane Society that may not have looked quite so satanic had I remembered to turn off the flash when I took the picture.

This is Camden, the dog who my brother will most likely adopt from the Dane County Humane Society.

This is the song that I can't get out of my head (right click, save as) that I rediscovered, as much as one can rediscover a song that one has had for two months and then forgot that one had the CD because it was a burned mix CD:
Oh No! Oh My! "I Have No Sister"
I am breaking my rule of inherently distrusting bands with ! in the title because this song is completely disarming and full of handclaps and lyrics about wanting to ride bikes and hold hands and being scared of buses.
These things are what they are.

you know a million tears are gonna fall

The hangover I incurred from starting to drink at 7 in the pm has lasted since SEVEN THIRTY IN THE MORNING UNTIL NOW.

Note to people who are drinking but do not wish to get drunk:

At no point should you put on Veronica Mars and play the Drink Every Time Veronica Makes An Age Inappropriate Cultural Reference drinking game. You may die. I am not paying your hospital bills.
It is getting colder here, and closer to next week, and I am scared/wait excited/wait more scared than excited/wait more excited than scared of pretty much everything right now. Not only have I discovered that I can't will my headache out of existence, neither can I stop time. I am failing in new and exciting ways every day.
Also, read this:
The president then - and this he said himself, he said: "I have come to speak directly to the populations in the Middle East, to tell them that my country wants peace." That's true. If we walk in the streets of the Bronx, if we walk around New York, Washington, San Diego, in any city, San Antonio, San Francisco, and we ask individuals, the citizens of the United States, what does this country want? Does it want peace? They'll say yes. But the government doesn't want peace. The government of the United States doesn't want peace. It wants to exploit its system of exploitation, of pillage, of hegemony through war.
OH HELL NO HE DI'INT

let me clear my throat

Last night I got a free haircut that involved me sitting in a chair for 2 hours, including the 20 minutes when the stylist took a call from her boss who had A Disciplinary Talk with her, and then afterwards taking my trendy haircut out to drink bottles (and bottles) Pabst for a dollar each, which either destroys everything I stand for or I am overthinking things yet again and am annoying for fearing that I am One Of The Hipsters (hi Brian.) If you see me please tell me that I look okay and not like a prison escapee or Mia Farrow before Jesus fixed what Satan did to her hair? thx
There are seven thousand pictures at the flickr and and AND and and there is a new top ten list for the first time in a very long time. I have links on the side of this thing! Look at em!
That's it.

i swear to GOD george, if you even EXISTED i'd divorce you.

In case you were holding your breath:
It was very good. It did not make me want to start a relationship with anyone anywhere ever no sir not if the end result is that you go crazy and hallucinate children and drink your liver into a tiny pile of compressed ash and pain in front of George Segal.
That, of course, is an exaggeration. But by the time we finished watching it we felt like we had either been awake for 24 hours or through a minor [psychological] war. And why did I not notice that Elizabeth Taylor was a fucking fantastic actress? Oh, because the only thing I had ever watched with her in it previously was National Velvet.
No. There are limits. I mean, a man can put up with only so much without he descends a rung or two on the old evolutionary ladder, which is up your line. Now, I will hold your hand when it's dark and you're afraid of the boogeyman and I will tote your gin bottles out after midnight so no one can see but I will not light your cigarette. And that, as they say, is that.
I thought that Canada didn't have any guns.
In other news, you really can't ever go home again.
I am not sure why I keep writing so much in this lately when I'm really not saying much of anything; each day is more or less the same, each day is like one of those pirate ship rides at the state fair when you start at the bottom and keep swinging higher and higher and you're convinced that something is going to break and you are going to plummet to your broken sad death and you hold on and try not to scream and then it comes down and you think you're safe but then you get on again due to temporary amnesia and you want to see what happens and this is the entire rest of your life.
This has been How To Write Poor Metaphors 101.
I am either going to be here tonight because it is free for me and I am so utterly consumed by this album that I am banking on the fact that they will play cuts from it. The DJs are unimagnative that way. Especially when girls are drunk and squealy on crap vodka.
There is also a chance that I will be at some feminist documentary thing or something, I dunno, whatever, at this place:

MY THEATER IS PRETTIER THAN YOUR THEATER HA HA HA
It is excellent that this place has no readership save three people in like Oregon who found me by googling, like, "Necrophilia Massachusetts" or something, cause my momma said that I don't want no people stalking me on the internets.

yes, virginia

Watching that tonight. Whether it elevates or completely destroys my perception of interpersonal relationships remains to be seen.
Got called into work (haha I say "work" like it's my real job) this morning after having specifically written down on my calendar that I was not to work again until Friday. This means that I may have like a paycheck this week that is over ten hours.
Someone please tell me what the sun looks like? I can't remember.
This is making me unbelieveably excited about where I am going to be two weeks from now.
Also, a testament to how gullible I am:
Friend had me convinced for five minutes straight that he had bought an 800 pound indian head and it was traveling with us to where we are going to be in 2 weeks and was donating it to the Brooklyn Museum of Natural History in the name of his special almost-ladyfriend.
why god.

let's roll

HEY DID YOU GUYS KNOW THAT TODAY IS THE FIFTH ANNIVERSARY OF SEPTEMBER 11TH I WISH THERE WAS SOMEONE ON THE NEWS DISCUSSING THAT OR SOMETHING
I have been at my parents' house for the past three days, so here is a song to commemorate that fact:
the Replacements--Nowhere Is My Home
Dramatic, ain't she?
It has been raining for the past three days. I would really like to know what the universe is trying to tell me. Maybe it is just trying to tell me that there is a high pressure front coming off the Great Lakes. It is interesting to say the least to spend so much time in a place where you don't live anymore, where all your friends save one moved away a long time ago, and where really to keep from going out of your mind with boredom you need either a car or adequate public transportation that does not stop running at 10:00 in the PM on SATURDAYS or for more people to be around in general, and they are not. It puts one in a very early Replacements mood and makes one think that things would be so much better if one had a Paul Westerberg of one's own.
See, it's like "A Room Of One's Own," except it's not.

bringing sexy back

Do you ever get the feeling that the world is just closing in on you and that of your MASSIVE $53 PAYCHECK THAT YOU GOT THIS WEEK THANK YOU TEMP AGENCY I HAVE BEEN WITH YOU FOR HOW MANY YEARS AND THIS IS WHAT YOU GIVE ME I COULD HAVE LEAST GOTTEN A TSHIRT $30 is going towards the groceries you bought last night and no matter how hard you try your petty cash keeps disappearing on stupid shit and you're tired of waking up with nothing to do and all the library books in the world and all the walks you can take and all the trips you plan and plans you make and friends you find and friends you talk to and boys you like and things you write and shows you see and songs you sing along to don't erase your student loans or the fact that there are people who you can't bring back and not only is your city feeling smaller it is getting more violent and you just kind of want to stay inside and drink hot chocolate and watch cartoons and hug your teddy bear and never leave again until they evict you because you have to go outside to pay your rent?

i know it all from diogenis to foucault

Basically I am never going to be able to sleep for more than five hours a night again. My sleep clock is broken. I am defective.
Meanwhile, staying at my parents' place for holiday weekends has taken on a whole new kind of significance, as I am suddenly able to access this fucking thing's server from ANYWHERE IN THE WHOLE WORLD (WELL ANYPLACE THAT WILL ALLOW ME TO PUT SHIT ON THEIR DESKTOP) WOO
and so, I have acted accordingly
and here are two (2) songs that have been knocking me out lately.
01 Gogol Bordello, "Undestructable"
You have probably heard of Gogol Bordello, as I am seemingly the last pearson on earth to hear about everything everywhere. It is impossible to be anything but gleeful with a slight anarchist bent when one is listening to these people. Also it increases one's need to drink vodka, wear an eyepatch and explain yourself to no one, and possibly shoot things. Why is Gogol Bordello on the Warped Tour?
02 Camera Obscura, "Lloyd, I'm Ready To Be Heartbroken"
ABSOLUTE OPPOSITE END OF THE SPECTRUM. I dunno if this is an old song or a new song or what (I am also the last person on earth to discover The Hype Machine), but I don't care, because I love it. I love it so. This is all girly and floaty and Scottish and melodic and may or may not contain a reference to Say Anything without being the band Say Anything.

That is all.

i broke the intraknob

There was supposed to be a post here--if anyone looked at this space between like 10 am and 12 pm CST there was a blank spot. FUCK YOUUUUUU, SYSTEM THAT ERASES MY SHIT IF I MESS UP ONE HTML TAG.
I am writing this from the library right now. I just got done speaking to a librarian about the fact that a CD that I returned like three weeks ago is still missing, and I know with every bone in my body that I returned it, and I am having a tiny freakout w/r/t YOU CAN'T BILL ME FOR IT I RETURNED IT I DON'T HAVE ANY MONEY FOR THIS SHIT. I am good at tiny freakouts.
I haven't worked steadily in about two weeks and I am having a slightly larger freakout about that. I am trying really hard not to. I am fiscally doing fine, I am not going to end up moving back home or into a cardboard box, I got a check this week for $65 because I covered the Foxiest Baptist Attorney Ever's sick receptionist for a day, I am working two more days somewhere else next week, etc etc etc.
I am also trying to get through listening to Little Earthquakes just one time without getting all emo.
I am furthermore today apparently trying to get through my record of Most Coffee Consumed Ever In One Day.
Additionally, I will be here in 26 days.

They call me Adam Yauch, but I'm MCA.