Friday, September 30, 2005

3am conversations tend to be one-sided

so sleep has now become the ultimate snodwrangle of this process. [yes, i like to make up words. snodwrangle - it's sweeping the nation]
i can take tremors and slowing down. even the freaky freezing doesn't really get me down, but wow. the sleeping really is starting to suck.
last night, i was still awake at 2:45am. i missed my window as the meds wore off around 10:45, and i really didn't feel like taking another pill just so i could calm down to go to sleep. what a mistake.
i was writhing pretty good by 11:15, and i couldn't even keep my fingers steady enough to use work the remote control kill the boredom as i waited for sleep. so apparently i did fall asleep at some point during the morning, because i woke up just in time to work through my 30-minute process of getting out of bed.
first, the pill goes down with a swish of warm water, or, like this morning, dry.
then, i wait for the glorious rush of "ahhhhh" to come - a solid 20 minutes later.
only then do i get to tug my withering butt out toward the edge of the bed so i can wobble onto two shaky legs.

when all goes well, i'm human by 6:45am.
when it doesn't, i'm cooked till 10.

and then it all starts again.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

list #2 : the chain

LIST TWO: top five ways to yank my proverbial chain
1 | make me watch a movie with juliette lewis in it. it couldn't be any simpler. all movies with JL in them are terrible. just like all songs by natalie merchant (post 10,000 M) sound exactly the same. go ahead, test the theory.
2 | put tomatoes in my salad. i know that tomatoes seem to be a logical addition for most people, but for me, they are an invitation for a week's stay at county general. so, while i appreciate the care and concern you have for broadening my horizons because the tomatoes at your truly-unique-and-customer-broadening-restaurant really are something special... i ain't sayin' no because of taste. the little red bastards will kill me. so leave 'em off, just like i asked.
3 | point at your wrist when you ask me what time it is. i'm pretty sure i can find my watch on my own, and if not, do you really trust me to give you the accurate time?
4 | call your product new & improved. it's simple logic, buddy. it's either new, OR improved. can't be both. don't make me call the darwin squad.
5 | make me take brain medicine eleven times a day. ok, i know i can't avoid this one, but my neurologist still pisses me off when he says it's no big deal. trust me.
BIG deal.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

so this is how it's gonna be.

every day. and i mean it. every day. i will toss together a list of absolutely no consequence to the world, and do everything i can to ensure that it remains useless.
that combined with a healthy obsession with the progression of fruitball music and rock-n-roll church should keep us all busy.

LIST ONE: top five movies with lists
1 | high fidelity
i know, it's based on a book, and doesn't hold a candle to it, but nothing beats a music list that comes from the mind of jack black.
2 | 10 things i hate about you
ok, we'll soon all learn that my love of teen flicks is almost unhealthy, but sometimes, it is validated by a poetic adaptation of a shakespearean drama featuring julia stiles. ok, let the laughing commence.
3 | se7en
yes, it should be tossed from any list because of the way it features brad pitt and gwenneth in the height of their screwed up relationtrip, but it's rare to find a film that can work an ancient catholic morality device into it's serial-killer plot.
4 | footloose
how long is the list of stuff these poor oppressed country-dancers can't do? but damn, isn't john lithgow beautifully imposing?
5 | say anything
"A career? I've thought about this quite a bit sir and I would have to say considering what's waiting out there for me, I don't want to sell anything, buy anything or process anything as a career. I dont want to sell anything bought or processed or buy anything sold or processed or repair anything sold, bought or processed as a career. I dont want to do that. My father's in the army. He wants me to join, but I can't work for that corporation, so what I've been doing lately is kick-boxing, which is a new sport...as far as career longevity, I dont really know. I cant figure it all out tonight, sir, so I'm just gonna hang with your daughter." - Lloyd Dobbler

and so it began.

and so it began

it seems everyone in america is blogging. and, contrary to the promise i make to myself each morning, it seems i read most of them. i don't really think i'm learning much, but heck, who is? i'm not really convinced that i have a tremendous amount to offer to the world in written form, but i'm more than willing to litter and see who picks up behind me.

in that vein, i have four simple goals:
1 | create a kick-ass list of lists
2 | force my brain to regularly expel the flotsam [i'll keep the jetsam] for someone else's use & enjoyment
3 | write down all the amazing reasons i love the folks that make my life interesting [take that how you may...]
4 | sound foolish about music

any objections?