haven’t been here awhile

i’m looking at old posts and thought lets do updates.

still getting married. still want to be married. the process of becoming married could be more fun. i plan on being piss drunk most of my wedding day so i’m sure i’ll enjoy it. that and i’ll have mad libs. maybe lawn bowling. how could it not be fun?

nope still haven’t gone to wal-mart, still can’t find any damn good fish around here, i want fish tacos really, really bad and alas no fish to be had, i must post pictures of the garden as it is quite jungle-like, rather sick of the pumpkins but those slow food folks seem to think they’re the best pumpkins ever and so they’re allowed to grow even though they can get up to 75 pounds!! oh dear. i used to like mario batali but i hate him now. i had a small grease fire due to him and his stupid cookbook. although the food tasted damn good. i can’t remember the recipe but it was something like shitloads of garlic in olive oil and then wine and saute it for ages. apparently i promised garden pictures last year and they never materialized. i’m one stop ahead of last year, i’ve actually taken pictures! david took some from on top the barn, i do hope they come out well.

Cezanne is still right - “The day is coming when a single carrot, freshley observed, will set off a revolution”. I had a carrot worthy of just such a revolution, grown by the amish as i’m incapable of growing carrots. they amish also sold me raw, unpasteurized honey, i was about out so i need not worry for awhile. they say people are something like 9 meals from a revolution. i’m thinking those 9 meals really should be up by now. instead i have my own little mini revolution at home. i also give people strokes at work when they smell what i cook and they wonder why my food is good and theirs is bad. my food is real and fresh and their food is icky and comes from boxes and jars and factories. yuck poo.

what else, yah pretty sure god still hates me. he probably hates you too. i listened to this dude the other day who was speaking at princeton talk about how martin luther was a terribly depressed person because he realized for god to be real he must really be fucking evil. at least i’m not complaining about a lack of rain this year.

i haven’t heard about people issuing death threats against the hedge funds anymore. they really should. if they were pissed a year ago, holy crap what are they now? oh yeah but the dollar is getting all better now magically right?!! at least people did lower their consumption of gas this year, although they only way to get them to change that behavior is to make them hurt. they won’t do it out of the good of their hearts and concern for the fucking planet that they keep insisting they have the right to overpopulate.

oh and i really need to return the god delusion, wow. i know right where it is. i kinda hated it. the guy was full of himself. couldn’t get through it. dawkins schmawkins.

the pretty picture i made in 5/07 is gone. sniff.

apparently many many many americans still don’t believe in evolution. why i live here i wonder. i think the only thing keeping me around is the fact that my house is paid for and i have great dirt. of course that great dirt makes some great tomatoes.

jerry falwell is luckily still dead.

i still love me some http://www.karmabanque.com/ and yeasty lesbians http://yeastradio.com/ and as terrible as this podcast is i love it too http://www.keithandthegirl.com/ even though it insults the greatness of the other two podcasts. something about those morons…

i don’t care to log on to myspace to find out if they brought the gay back.

i honestly haven’t bought pants in like a year. how weird is that? i do really want a pair of overalls though. i wanna be all farmery. plus you can wear overalls and like a sports bra and totally be set, no more clothes needed and you’re all airy and not confined and maybe not so sweaty.

still love this poem:

Razors pain you; Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful; Nooses give;
Gas smells awful; You might as well live.

-Dorothy Parker

the people that were dead a year ago are still dead now. then more people died too. it happens, like everyday even.

and i’m still not saying anything that anyone else isn’t saying. but more need to be saying it so that the morons can be drowned out.

the secret is still a pile of horseshit and apparently now people with whom i work even believe in it. people i like. i think they got the misguided belief that i like it, but maybe that is okay. i don’t need to tell everyone that they believe in horseshit, i could try to be nicer. it is so hard sometimes though.

i still love my geek, a lot. we started a blog together and we seriously cannot remember the name of the blog. at all. dunno where it went. probably for the best. i hate correcting his spelling. i love him, not his spelling. he knows that.

still a public radio member. can barely pay bills, i just wrote out a check for $800 for propane for the winter, but um yay i give money away to an organization that has a gazillion dollar endowment and probably doesn’t need the money.

rachel ray is still i cunt i hear, i haven’t had tv in a couple years so i haven’t seen her lately. i hope she’s getting fat.

i still don’t sew any of my own clothes. i started a purse, didn’t like it, quit. i still sew quilts! though how many quilts can one human being use really? still haven’t donated any. i’m a terrible person. what’s new. just as selfish as the rest of the country. we did donate stuff to the salvation army. i did also sell some crap on ebay. i think i might also be more patient with the boy, although who really uses 3 q-tips after a shower? i know they’re cheap, but 3??? wow.

oh i’m graduating! this week! about fucking time. someome gimme a social worker job that actually pays a bit more than i make now. please.

still havent’ fixed up spare room. but i have an excuse. spare room had a leak in the roof above it. so spare room had to wait til i could guarantee leak was fixed. spare room ain’t gettin fixed now til after wedding and gardening season are over.

i had this goal to find ways to support myself that don’t include working. honestly i’ve found a lot of ways that i could support myself pretty well i think, if only i didn’t feel as if i absolutely have to have insurance. i cannot responsibly live without it. with how things are, i can’t quit my job and lose my health insurance. no way. so i don’t follow my bliss. sucks don’t it? of course it doesn’t suck as much as people have it in say the sex slavery trade, people living in borneo (maybe, i dunno i have never been to borneo), i met people in paris that would give their right and left nuts to come to america (of course the french hate the africans, the africans are confused and think george bush really is going to save the world, the man better hurry up as he doesn’t have much time left).

oh and i still believe that sex cures all ills, be it physical or societal. however don’t share the details with your children. pleeeeeease. kthx.

i’m sad to report that 1/8/07 i found a new sexual position apparently and as of today, a year and a half later, i have no fucking clue what i was talking about. i also can’t believe some of the stuff i put on the interwebs. yeesh.

the fairmont sentinel seriously needs to get permalinks for stories and keep em there. i don’t think they get the idea of the internet. boo.

i actually got 5 comments on a post! wow.

yah myspace still hasn’t deleted the account. they deleted david’s for inactivity, but not mine. they just love my even jesus hates you picture i’m sure.

still haven’t gotten to norway to see the gay animal exhibition. boo.

i *still* don’t have the cone. i do have this plug in thing though, wow. maybe i don’t need a cone.

my underwear still means i’m bad apparently.

and i don’t have my own universe. really? boo. we’re so gonna fall behind the chinese. then they’re going to cut us up alive for organs to sell to the russians. i don’t like that picture. though we may all be too fat for that, the russians might not want our organs. hmm.

i’m engaged!

and it feels weird. good weird! but weird. i’m going to a wifiepoo and shit. wow. i have the most beautiful and tasteful ring. not cheesy or gaudy at all. the boy has good taste. plus he’s good in bed and cuts firewood. i’m pretty dang happy. now i hafta figure out how in the hell i’m going to go about getting married.

and by the way - i can see you’re reading this! leave a comment or a message. sheesh.

fish from china smells fishy

Yet again I cite the NYT for something. I’m sure there are plenty of other nice newspapers. oh wells. Here in my teeny tiny town the fish selection sucks. of course we’re in the middle of the continent too. i want good yummy ocean fish but i have no ocean nearby. so every damn time i go to the grocery store i look at the frozen fish (the fresh fish is just frozen fish that is now thawed and sitting in a case getting funky, yuck). however every time i look at the frozen fish they say they’re from china. this article was just more proof of why i won’t buy that fish. i want good ocean fish. but i suffer without.

food network & walmart

yup i still hate walmart. my absence wasn’t spent at the new walmart here. as a matter of fact i have yet to be there. quite proud.

mario batali had this great line in a NYT article i read today:

‘They [food network] don’t need me. They have decided they are mass market and they are going after the Wal-Mart crowd,’ which he said was ‘a smart business decision. So they don’t need someone who uses polysyllabic words from other languages.’

hah! so if you like what food network has become you are a worthless piece of shit that shops at a store that is slowly sucking away your soul. plus you can’t understand big words. teehee. now if only i got pbs. mario has a new show on there sometime i guess.

yah i haven’t been here in ages

maybe i’ll even write up an excuse soon. nah. probably not.

still busy…

still don’t have pictures cuz i suck.

one week left of summer class. yay.

the garden is going fucking nuts. seriously. now that it has finally been raining it’s on crack. my romas look like they’re taking steroids. hence why i’m busy - weeding, mowing, picking veggies, freezing and canning. i go to work to take a break!

thought for the day:

“The day is coming when a single carrot, freshly observed, will set off a revolution.” Cezanne

god hates me, but i think he hates you too

that or god is just teasing me. of course this all requires my belief in a higher power which is entirely up in the air. but i’m off the topic at hand. it has barely rained. two weeks ago we got 1/8th of an inch. last night we got 1/10th of an inch. plants need water. grass needs water. gimme water from the sky!  i can’t vary watering by plant. plus no one waters 5 acres of grass. perhaps i should listen to the prime minister of australia and pray for rain. that’s crazy when your fearless leader is like um yah, we’re fucked, go home and pray. but what good is the prayer of someone who does not believe? i know AA says that’s quite okay, that it doesn’t matter if you believe, but that going through the actions will actually do good too and in time you’ll believe in it. but just knowing that makes me have an even harder time believing in it.. i dunno. stupid, just rain already!

are people wising up?

mind you, this is not an endorsement, but that people are so pissed off at the big banks and hedge funds that they’re issuing death threats at these monstrosities, especially since it is the biggest one being threatened - goldman sachs - also the most connected to our government. i prefer the whole removing myself from the system as much as possible. threats and violence aren’t really my bag. however as long as i live in the united states i’m supporting them in that i continue to pay higher taxes through inflation caused by increases in the money supply that goldman sachs and their buddies get filthy stinking rich off of. oh well.

gardening blogs

i’ve often wondered how people with gardening blogs find time to blog. the amateurs of course. there are pros that work for newspapers, companies, what have you, that get paid to do it. but the amateurs have the most real stuff. i envisioned that happening here but omg i haven’t the time. working, going to school full time, and trying to stave off the hoards of weeds takes up a lot of time! i literally hung out in shit today. it is degraded shit, the best compost god ever invented. unfortunately weeds think so too. i’ve come to terms with the grass that grows in it, for now at least. i welcome the alfalfa. however the thistles and itchweed (yah it has a technical term, stinging nettles, but in my world it is itchweed, or itchyweed). i wonder if i’ll ever blog in coherent sentences. anyway, i itch now! but its a good itch. it’s an itch that isn’t an STD and shows how hard i worked. now i must sleep.

intimacy…

k so i hate oprah. i do. but i heard violet blue (yah her!) was going to be in this month’s issue so i got suckered and bought it. fuck oprah for sucking me in. i like her stuff on intimacy. she has a quote from the hitchiker’s guide to the galaxy:

“All it requires is simply the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight, and the willingness not to mind that it’s going to hurt … if you fail to miss the ground. Most people fail to miss the ground, and if they are really trying properly, the likelihood is that they will fail to miss it fairly hard.

Very, very true. I’ve never read this. I should. I should read a lot of things. I’m busy working on school books and The God Delusion. But anyway. I am happy to say I think I’m doing this now. I’m living in the moment. I have ever since my last relationship ended. I’ve let go and tried my hardest and if that didn’t work then so be it. Now maybe it is working. This boy rocks. You’re missing out people. But he’s mine. You have to find your own.