obfuscated girl

UP, DOWN, UP, DOWN, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT, SLEEP WITH YOUR YOUNGER BROTHER, B, A, START.

Article wherein the dude from Dinosaur Comics gets a question about video games answered in a column thing and it is Canadian so they spell savory "savoury!"

and:

pictures from that chick from season one of America's Next Top Model's livejournal:

Sunday: Not Just For Pretending You Don't Read People's Livejournals Anymore, Like You Are So Above That, Or Something.

everybody here comes from somewhere that they would just as soon forget and disguise

I have a work plant. Its name is Judy. This is another indication that I Have Arrived and will not lose my job for mysterious reasons because people who have work plants do not lose their jobs right? Right. Except I am not really scared that I am going to lose my job anymore, it is moreso that I like running into these circumstances where I go "huh, this is what people with real jobs do."

Today I am downloading listening to the new REM record because I wanted to decide whether it is worth buying next week when I get paid, and I am still on the fence about it (a couple songs are really strong, but I heard one and I was like "feh" and I do not want to invest $15 into a record if there is even one song that makes me go "feh" and I blame the internet) but this song is pretty good. Also: "Dear Newly Gay Michael Stipe?" Newly gay? I think I knew that Michael Stipe was gay before I even knew what being gay meant.

I think that I am going to skip Broad Vocabulary's book club this month because of two things: one: they are discussing The End Of America by Naomi Wolf and I liked the book, I did, but I'm really kind of tired of liberal dudes and ladies sitting around and talking about how smug and liberal and enlightened we are and like, discussion can lead to change and uprisings and shit and the sharing of ideas is what makes you educated or whatever, but it just overwhelms me, waking up every morning and hearing all this shit on the radio about how Hillary Clinton is ruining Tom Petty for me (side note: Dear Hillary Clinton, if you were expected to win Pennsylvania you can't really call it a comeback, can you? No. No you can't. Jackass) and how the price of rice is going up by 700% because of American corn consumption for biofuel and people in Haiti keep enrolling their kids in a school that can't feed the kids the one meal a day anymore and the Milwaukee police force has beaten an Asian dude this time and I don't see how sitting around and going "wow, things are bad." "Yeah." is going to make me feel any better about anything or effect any sort of sea change.
This is what makes me an American.

we only got 4 minutes to save the world

I am not entirely sure how Madonna and Justin Timberlake intend to save the world, unless it is through hair products, but pretty much the song rules.
This week I got rid of a million clothes that I never wear anymore, wondered what the hell I was thinking with the brown elastic waist old lady pants and the 47 tank tops which ladies of a certain level of endowment no matter if they are or were unhealthily skinny should wear, the Janet Jackson circa Rhythm Nation Coat from *Delia's (seriously? seriously?) and the fake-leopard-fur collared plastic looking coat that my mom gave me, which taught me a very important lesson, which is Just Because My Mom Gave It To Me Does Not Mean That I Have To Keep It.

They are playing Janet Jackson right now. Weird.

I also removed a 600 pound chunk of ice from my freezer and still haven't replaced the food I threw away 4 days later. And saw Children Of Men for the first time and got kind of freaked out because WHAT IF THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENS. And got back into making mix CDs. And am generally having a pretty good time.

We are approaching the time of year where I have my annual IT IS GORGEOUS OUTSIDE WHY AM I ON THE INTERNET rant and therefore probably will be writing in this thing even less, hold your tears, do not cry for me Argentina, someday my prince will come etc. And probably when I do update it it will be all stuff like HEY GUYS DID YOU KNOW I LIKE ICE CREAM I LIKE IT A LOT GO LOOK AT THIS PICTURE OF A SEAL TAPDANCING. Because it is a combination of me having absolutely very little to complain about and generally being pretty excitable and, you know, caps-y. The photojournal will be updated a lot more regularly because I am almost two-thirds of the way through the 365 project, which, if you don't know,now you know.

Now go take a walk or something. You look pale.

father, can i tell your congregation how a resurrection really feels?

Amy directed me to this:
Damn You, Barack Obama, You Pretty Motherfucker.
AND IT IS REALLY GOOD

I have had aching, horrible, blistered, painful, holes-all-up-in-them feet for about two weeks now and it is pissing me off because I have shit to do and work to be on my feet at and I am seeing the Hold Steady Friday and after I am done writing this I am going to Atomic Records to buy an MIA ticket, because seriously, Turner Hall, a $3.50 service fee to pick up tickets at the box office if you buy them online? What the fuck is wrong with you?

but anyway I need my feet for all of these things, and for some reason it took me a week and several bouts of callus stone thing scrubbings and layers and layers of gauze and tape and gel inserts and everything I could think of to just make it stop (one morning my foot hurt so very badly that I started seconds after waking up and trying to stand on it--shit was bad, bad bad, y'all) to realize that it is NOT the callus, it is the fact that there is a cut just BENEATH the callus, a fairly deep one, and once I figured that out and put some liquid bandage on it it started feeling much better, and I still need to see a doctor about my feet very badly, very soon, and but still it is doing a little bit better now.
Here is a picture from the photojournal that I really like:

I have reached the point where I have so many pictures of graffiti and walls and things that I think there may be some repeats, but I also don't think anyone besides me cares enough to find out, and I don't even actually care enough to find out.

Tonight, I will find out whether bowling on a foot that is imploding on itself very slowly and painfully is or is not a good idea.