Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Here are those things

I should be riding my bike but I started talking on the phone and one thing led to another and I gave up. I will work on that tomorrow.

Here are the things I wanted to talk about.

Iconoclasts and Austin and Fiona Apple and Quentin Tarantino: If you haven't heard of Iconoclast it is a series on Sundance. The formula is huge famous influential celebrity + huge famous influential celebrity= inspiration and friendship and good programming. The celebrities get together and talk about their careers, art, the town they are in, etc... I saw the commercials for season two of Iconoclasts months ago. I saw a clip of Fiona Apple and Quentin Tarantino in Austin at the Fiona Apple concert that Corley and I attened. I thought, "OOOO!!! I want to watch that!" Sundance was having a marathon, the season is over or something. I tivoed it. Hooray! Good show. I heart Austin! I heart Tarantino! Fiona and Quentin went to the bat bridge they went and hung out at different bars in Austin and she looks so pretty on TV (Austin not Fiona). Quentin was super cool. When he turned back to look at people on their segways they yelled something at him (in a good way) and he yelled back hi and gave them a piece sign. It made me really happy. I have no idea why this makes me happy. It is the little things I guess. Fiona was really excited to see the bat bridge and asking all kinds of questions. Quentin has an office in Austin. He is filming a movie here (or was I don't know if it is over or whatever). When Quentin Tarantino talked about how cool a town Austin was it made me go gooey inside. I did enjoy the clever ways in which they obscured the shots in just a way so that it looked pretty full at the Fiona concert, when in fact it was not very full. They did show her dancing crazy and beating her chest. They didn't show her hiding. And they also did not show clips of her awful singing. It was very false the stuff they showed of her. It felt that way to me anyways. A very spit and polished version anyway.

Second thing that man who was busted with the gay prostitute and the meth who turns out was a religious leader of some christian denomination cult or other. I know this is old news, but I haven't got around to talking about it. Tell me, cause I have a hard time understanding this. Why would being in a loving gay relationship in which you are the only two be worse than gay prostitutes and doing meth to deal with your fucked up double life? Why? Also, aren't Christians supposed to love everyone? Isn't that the message the Bible was supposed to send? How did it get to, "Love everyone except fags"? And when your religious leaders completely fall on their face because, well, because repressing your feelings, your animal urges if you will in the name of morals or god or whatever doesn't work you totally deny him ever having an influence. Shouldn't the Christianly thing to do is say, "He is having a hard time right now. He has gone down the wrong road and we are doing everything we can to help him"? And maybe actually mean it and help? This is a prime example of why I will never want to associate myself with a group such as this. Christianity doesn't sound like a bad thing on paper. It actually sounds kinda good as in Christianity as a way of life, not Christianity as do as I say not as I do. But I never see that in action or mainly a small percentage. Sometime I think of doing surveys . Anytime I see or experience someone being vicious for no reason I always want to ask, " Do you consider yourself a Christian?" I think most people would say yes. The next question wouldn't have to be ask it would be implied. "Do you find what your doing now to be very Christianly?" The sad part is I don't think people would be embarrassed, at least they wouldn't be as ashamed as I think they should be. I think misrepresentation is pretty low.

Okay, now that I have gotten off my soap box I will talk about work a little bit. My job is TOTALLY mindless. Totally. Which sounds like a bad thing. Especially for someone who likes to think and learn. Well this is false all the smart people should be in the mindless jobs. I have so much time to think it is unbelievable. I have never heard myself think so much. My job is so mindless that I can use my brain to think of whatever I like instead of them telling my what to think. It is so refreshing. Yesterday, my job was to get a tall ladder and take garland down off the high wall. This is exactly how it sounds a very high wall. When I am on top of the ladder I can see the whole store. I am a good, say 6 to 8 feet over the isles. I find this incredibly relaxing. I mindlessly dropped the garland from the ladder into a big wheelie container and dispersed it though out the land of glitter. When that was down I moved on to something equally as mindless and relaxing. I really enjoy my job when it doesn't include being backup cashier or trying to sell things to old people. We all know old people are cheap and they don't want to let go of their money. Maybe we don't all know that custom framing is expensive, but now you do. So when you are old you won't harass some young girl trying her damnedest to be friendly and completely and totally wear her out.

P.S. from here on out my craft store job will no be referred to as "The Land of Glitter".

Lastly, FUCK eyelash yarn. Do yourself a favor. If you are a knitter DO NOT BUY EYELASH YARN. That was my warning if you don't care to heed it that is your decision, albeit a poor one. I have probably knit enough for a scarf only I have had to take it out so many times that I have nothing. You just can't see your stitches. It is so ridiculous and infuriating. I still haven't given up yet. I am bound and determined to knit the damn thing. It is for my mom. I really think she will like it if I don't give up.

The problem with thinking is that I have more rattling around up there. I have more to talk about now. I will spare you. There is just nothing to weigh it down. It is incredible.

1 comment:

Mark Brown said...

I understand the feeling totally.
My brains are just rattling around in MY skull, and I am having problems thinking of topics for my blog, or my poems