Saturday, February 18, 2006

"Sex by age eight, or else it's too late!"

I thought it was time for a post that was something other than me whining. Here are a bunch of excerpts from
the Best, Worst, and Most unusual: Noteworthy achievements, Events, Feats and Blunders of Every Conceivable Kind'

I shortened a lot of these.

Worst political action group: The Rene Guyon Society, based in Alhambra, California, claims a membership of 670 conscientious parents dedicated to stopping "our kid's headlong plunge toward drugs and crime." Their novel solution to these problems--as well as suicide, divorce, alcoholism, and gambling--is to turn children on to "healthy sex." In the dispassionate words of the encyclopedia of Associations, the Guyon Society serves as the voice for "those advocating child bisexuality protected with double contraceptives by age eight." This position is aptly summarized in their motto" "Sex by age eight, or else it's too late."

Most Unusual Traffic Violation:
In Jackson, Mississippi, in 1972, police flagged down a car that was zigzagging randomly through traffic and discovered that the driver was blind. He was being directed by a friend in the seat next to him who said he was too drunk to drive himself.

Most unusual cannonball: During a naval battle between Brazil and Uruguay in the middle of the 19th century, the Uruguayan vessel ran out of shot. Captain Coe, the commander of the sip, ordered the cannons loaded with Dutch cheeses. "The were too old and hard to eat anyway," he reasoned. In a few minues Coe's ship opened fire again. According to William Walsh, the first two cheeses went sailing over the mark, but finally one crashed into the mainmast of the Brazilian Ship, shattering it to pieces. Cheese shrapnel killed tow sailors standing near the Brazilian Admiral. After taking four or five more cheeses through the sails, the prudent admiral ordered his ship to retire from the engagement.

Most unusual autopsy: Andre Brazile, a French convict from Nantes serving as a galley slave, died September 10, 1774 after complaining of violent stomach cramps. When an autopsy was performed with fifty incredulous medical students in attendance, the coroner discovered in the stomach of the deceased, a knife, pewter spoons, buttons, and miscellaneous pieces of glass, iron and wood. (In his report, the coroner concluded that "it must have been something he ate.")

Most unusual Epitaph:
W.C. Fields: "I'd rather be here than in Philadelphia."
Alexander Woollcott: "Here lies Alexander Woollcott who died at the age 92. He never had imitation frui in his dining room."
George Gershwin: "Here lies the body of George Gershwin, American Composer. American? Composer?"
Dorothy Parker: "Dorothy Parker. Excuse my dust."

Worst toy: in 1968 a Japanese firm introduced a toy atomic bomb that flashes, bangs, and emits a cloud of real smoke.

Worst Vegetable: The rabage. In 1924, a Soviet geneticist successfully crossed a cabbage and a radish, produced an entirely new vegetable, the rabage. (An unfortunate name, but clearly more preferable to caddish.)

Best Proof that Californians are not like the rest of us: California is currently the scene of a mushrooming "gluers" movement spearheaded by people who like to glue things--small things, preferably, like costume jewelry, rubber mice, teeth, baby beads, tennis balls, bottle caps, plastic salt shakers--to bigger things, like cars and buildings. Dickens Bascom, a noted northern California gluer, looks forward to the day when he can join other gluers and purchase a large office building and decorate it in their fashion. "I'm determined to do it," he says. "I think it's something people need."

Most unusual euphemism: During WW II , overly demure members of the French resistance announced their need to use the toilet by saying " Je vais a telephoner a Hitler."

thats all for today.
Sorry, an interesting and funny post is coming up soon, but for now, you'll just have to deal with this.

My brother has always been an extremely negative, arrogant, sarcastic, and stubborn person, but the fact that he used to do so many drugs used to cover that up. Ever since he came home from the accident, he has gotten even more negative, arrogant, sarcastic, and stubborn; and to top it all of, he is now spiteful, and resentful. And what's worse, is that there's no longer anything to cover that up. And as glad as I am that he is back, and that he learned his lesson, it's getting to the point where I can't even have a conversation with him without getting so sick of him criticizing every little thing I do or trying to make me feel inferior to him, that I have to leave the room.

He is now also so used to my mom waiting on him hand and foot and treating him like royalty that he can't do a single fucking thing for himself.

My mom has always liked KK more than me, and i've accepted that, it's not a big deal, but now she expects me to wait on KK hand and foot and treat him differently because he's still in recovery. She pretty much thinks I'm a stuck up, lazy, bitch. When in reality, I just know that just because KK is in recovery it does not mean he is suddenly incapable of doing anything on his own.

I really think I'm kind of reaching my breaking point. I don't know how much longer I can just take this shit without blowing up at somebody.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Here it comes, a better version of me

Earlybird has been very effective lately. I've been waking up sore every morning from the last day. I like being sore, it lets me know im actually getting something done. I feel like i'm accomplishing something. I really do like earlybird quite a bit.

It's only Wednesday.
This week is going by far too slowly.

Ooooh Pirates auditions are on March 1st. I'm nervous just thinking about them. I know i will most likely (well, almost definately) just be stuck in the chorus (whether it be an issue of them type casting, or me not being good enough), but i can deal with that. i just get really nervous for auditions. Almost never for actually performing, which kind of sucks because that's where it counts. sdfkjhkjsdf. Oh well.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

As i was walking to my house from the bus just a moment ago, i was struck with the sudden fear that enow with KK back home, things will go back to the way they were before the accident. Now i know thats an irrational fear because im 900% sure he learned his lesson, but i can't help it. As happy and grateful as i am that he's back home, it's weird.

This is going to sound weird, but, i kind of am worried that my family will suddenly become a functional one. I'm so accostumed to things always being just a little fucked up all the time that i don't know if i'd be able to take it if things were always good. But considering that my mom is CRAZY, i don't think i have to worry.

I never really thought about the long term effects all of this would have on my life, and now it's all kind of caving in on me.