Friday, March 28, 2008

someone else's memories

Natasha Lyonne watches herself on Pee-Wee's Playhouse.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

I learned something today

I learned about it here. (by the way that website has really loud music and will break your internet)
...In 1980, pictures of a "living unicorn" hit the United States newspapers. To skeptics the animal looked like a goat. But it was no ordinary goat. From the middle of its forehead there did indeed grow a ten inch horn!
Born in California, This goat like creature is an appealing animal, bred of Angora goat stock, so its coat is white and soft. Its name is Lancelot. Lancelot's creators are two naturalists, Morning Glory and her husband Otter G'Zell, who do not hide
the fact that they created Lancelot and that its mother
was a goat. They describe Lancelot as a true medieval - type Unicorn, with a silken plumed tail, who walks the Earth on dainty cloven hooves, and has a golden horn growing from the center of his brow...

...They believe so strongly that what they have created is something special that they want to share their unicorns with the world. "A live unicorn could be an international ambassador of good will," they say, "since the unicorn. is a cross-cultural symbol. Lancelot is also the ultimate symbol for endangered species that have made a comeback. "Controversy and outrage developed when Lancelot was put on display with Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus in 1980. John Kullberg, then president of the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, called Lancelot a goat which had been subjected to an inhumane implant of a bull's horn...

...The anger died down. The circus retained its right to show Lancelot as a feature attraction. Some people still said, "It's just a goat." They thought the public was being deceived. But, "As far as we're concerned," said Debbie Linde, a circus spokesperson, "It's a unicorn. A unicorn is an animal with one horn..."

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

catching up


sometimes I worry that all the best stuff just isn't around anymore




mysterious mose

I just got way too deep into reading about "energy attacks" on the internet. It reminded me of this (I can relate to this movie a lot because I'm really good at convincing myself that my house is haunted). I have this problem where it takes me way too long to realize people are crazy. I say it's a "problem" primarily because I take public transportation, not so much because it's a problem in my personal life. Do you need someone to take your problems with "enemy gases" and "white vans" very seriously - for at least the first twenty-five minutes of a conversation? I'm your girl.

Friday, March 14, 2008

the complicated friendship of Robin Hood and Friar Tuck

also, google image search "friar tuck"....I dare you.

TGIF dudes!!!

I feel that there is not enough creepy terror in my life

I guess I should buy this doll:


I'll put her on the nightstand so she can watch me sleep.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

escape to witch mountain

This movie used to really stress me out as a kid. Who knows why. Maybe getting chased by ghost dogs is a little too real?

nutty things on ebay I can't have

Someone is selling the "Queen Christina" set from the Movieland Wax Museum on ebay. For a dollar! Because, the thing is, you have to go to Irvine and pick it up yourself. I came sooooo close to getting it and organzing some last-minute trip down there because I need to have it for a number of reasons.
Except, not really. All I would really do with it is stand in it wearing a shawl and deliver Aimee Semple McPherson speeches to my cat about the perils of gin, more likely than not while drinking gin, and when you get right down to it I can do that anyway, without a fake fireplace to stand in. And...I probably will. For a long time I thought it was really important to have souvenirs of every goddamn thing in the world that meant anything to me because I thought it contained some sort of elemental energy of that thing, but then I just ended up with way too much stuff. Like....WAY too much stuff. And it's harder to get rid of than it is to say "no thanks, ghosts" in the first place. And it's not like I can sell the things. "Would you like this brown paper skeleton I found in my great-grandmother's bedroom after she died? It's 700 dollars".

When you take it out of the museum, it doesn't look so hot anway.
It needs some kind of Greta Garbo in it, that's for sure.

Thursday, March 06, 2008

it is impossible for me to feel shitty while listening to this album

Hank & Slim - "The World Turned Gingham":
This is haunted cowboy music. Actually it's described as "avant-garde country western", but since whatever this is is a genre comprised pretty much only by this album I'll call it it whatever I want. I've listened to it about 1,500 times. Hank and Slim are actually not-so-secretly Nigel Ayers of Nocturnal Emissions. Someday I will have listened to it enough times that it will always be playing in my head, constantly, everywhere I go, and I won't need an ipod anymore.

here, have some more

Oh my god, I'm having such a frustrating day. I'm going to go home and self-medicate with some french bread and chocolate - together! It works. And an artichoke. And I'm going to watch Lost.
Would you eat this pie?

Be honest.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008