mardi gras, nowhere in sight.
first off i will say DO NOT buy the new doritos -blazin' buffalo and ranch- chips. despite the ebonics they made the bag o so attractive for all us kiddies but their consumption will leave a taste not unlike a midsize leprichaun taking a dump in your mouth. power to the peoples in blog-o-truth.
so i was gonna write a lil sumpin sumpin for the grand ole holiday of mardi gras anyway, and then i get a note from my dear friend nikoma in italy that all that changes on this page are the pictures of the rockstars and god forbid the sung words themselves. so now i am meeting the needs of at least two people. which is how i like it.
my brother writes me about how the weather there down south has been perfect and so the parades and crewes have been well-attended. which makes me jealous of course. at the same time he is chomping on a piece of king cake, appropriately adorning his neck in mr t. fashion except in plastic not gold, doing a whole year's worth of glorious exhilerated peoplewatching in a few moments, i am up here in the city i claim is so new orleanslike stepping purposefully and slowly through the blackened snow dish called a street so as not to fall and resemble a pollack painting whilst wondering if i still actually have nipples. not that i actually need nipples, as a male anyway, but i'd prefer to have them, you know, for the pool parties.
my roomie alaine recently decided to bust a move and not the kind young mc prefers so the rowhouse here is quiet and swollen with metaphorical question marks. but there are about 18 items all gracing the to-do list of the type of piscean fellow who would have back in the day sliced a to-do list on a spike much like a completed order in a kitchen.
the big news i think kinda deserves its own post and that is the jellyfish news, so i will not write that. i will post it as 'jellyfish mayhem' or 'o my gawd you HAVE to read about this jellyfish like stuff!' or 'umm..huh? i just woke up. but there's jellyfish..' sometime in the near future.
but i am doing a fine job of making it out to see all the dear glove-wearing bundled-up peacoated yankee kids where there are music scenes going on, and other than that i have been caved up and taking in various media and trying to write what has been rattling inside of my ribcage for so very long. we shall see.
but thereafter i will do a little journeying to maybe west virginia and cinci and crazycold north ohio, and then i can drop south for my day of celebration of breathing air for the first time and the wonderfied grace of st patty's day, a baton rouge tradition. that will be just beeootiful.
but i have posted some little windows of video, that pretend on giving some sort of version of reality while you can't quite be at exactly the same location as me. you see the perks of this newfangled technological age of '07? anyway, maybe the 2 inch cubes are worth it, maybe they aren't.
and i put up a waay better version of subterfuge and a version of sitting on sides that was chopped down like some sweet ass raw piece of meat at the butchery. maybe some of that's worth the couple minutes too.
i hope everyone is well. i check on this shist sporadically but mostly just hate this mind-numbing tv-in-disguise. but thank you for always checking on me and making sure i am safe and alive and still eating home meals that are made from peasant flour and meat from rotating pig heads.