She glances up at the sky and asks, "Where did all the stars come from?" She is old and foolish, and yet she is right: Last night's stars seem to have drawn to themselves a new range of galaxies, and the night sky is not dark at all, except where there is a tear in the membrane of light.

- John Cheever (from o youth and beauty)

Current Music: maps - don't fear

Fionn, trying to elicit sounds from the broken foot organ in our backyard: "it's broken!"

me: yes, it's broken.

Fionn: doesn't have batteries!

I don't know whether to laugh or cry at my two-year old's concept of a battery-centered mechanical universe. Maybe we do need more Waldorf-type toys.

Current Mood: amused

it's weird how many different diets a single species can live on. i used to slightly be a Health Person, when i was employed full-time, and would eat sushi and $10 salads for lunch every day. now that i'm poor, i feel like a domino's oven-baked sandwich is a totally acceptable dinner. furthermore, i have a roommate who eats nothing but chicken-apple sausage and bell peppers, served in a big stir-fried pile that she calls "pile." H. P. lovecraft allegedly lived on coffee and hard candies for the last few years of his life. same story with elliott smith and ice cream. salmon would merrily eat nothing but chili and fried chicken if left to his natural devices.

meanwhile, i was flipping salmon all manner of shit last week when he didn't feel like buying more gerbil food and was trying to feed his gerbil 99-cent trail mix, because i was sure that the gerbil was going to eat it and die. gerbils are mysterious. what are you, a gerbil doctor? a rodent... ist? you can't just give them whatever you find on the impulse item rack at QFC. you can only feed them one thing, and that's whichever arcane and specific seeds that gerbil food comprises. you give 'em trail mix, next you'll be feeding them peanut M&Ms and fruit by the foot.

then the gerbil wouldn't eat it anyway. i'm not sure if this means he's stupid for refusing to evolve or smart for refusing to die.



salmon took over my trivia show at piccolo's last night, because i signed a non-compete agreement with the new company and was too pussy to ignore it and host them both anyway. it was fine. he's a pro. the crowd liked him. so that's a load off. i bristled a little when salmon was like "OK, bring your answers up to scorekeeper meg," and i was like um, they know me as hostess meg. this is my show. but it ain't no more.

i'm kind of hypersensitive when people refer to me in diminutives, though. it's not you; it's me.

what else is there to say. theater's still broken. i was gonna go to that house party at the art museum tonight but it's raining like a pissing racehorse out there, so we ordered greasy garbagedinner and watched one thousand episodes of "30 rock" in a row. doing laundry. being derelict.



i keep telling myself that i'm going to draw comics about all these sundry things but i have no idea what to draw in each panel. i can write the script all out, no sweat. maybe i should just do that part and make it up as i go along. that way, what am i gonna do? NOT fill in the panel? just leave it empty with just the caption and waste all that time?

(probably.)

a couple weeks ago, i mentioned this comic book about the life of freddie mercury that i bought in bellingham and that was very adorably illustrated but written by, like, the ghost of wesley willis. "freddie was rad! he was the world's biggest rock star! you rock forever in heaven, freddie!" terrible, terrible captions. so, i want to do that, but about, you know, J. M. barrie and with good writing.

the art part is where i'm rusty. my drawings are good and getting better, but i'm not confident about them yet, so i have trouble just trusting myself and sitting down and doodling whathaveyou. also, it's painful for me to mess up and throw things away. as though i didn't have like 40 empty sketchbooks to waste.

i think my issue here is less about creativity and more about having no balls. being afraid to suck takes up a big part of my daily routine. it seems so terrifyingly easy.



wow, blogging was much more enjoyable when i was pissed off about everything instead of depressed. back when i was funny. i need another desk job.

Here's a tricky one for you: after my Mac wakes up from sleep (either display sleep or full sleep, it doesn't matter which), Firefox will not start up properly. The icon will bounce, then stay "lit," but the application window never appears, and I have to force quit. The only way to fix it, so far, is to log out then log back in. As you may guess, that's a pain. Anyone else have this issue? And more importantly, how did you fix it? (The obvious choice - never let the system go to sleep - is not an option for me.)

PS - I'm running an iMac 21.5", 4GB RAM, OS X 10.6.1, and Firefox 3.5.5. Addons are Echofon, Adblock Plus, and NoScript.

Man, it is a weird week in the animal kingdom.

A 10-ton fishing boat has been sunk by gigantic jellyfish off eastern Japan.

Tags: news

Ever since I upgraded to the latest version of Safari, I've had these funny downloads automatically pop up called ch.ashx.
Does anyone know why this happens? Is it a virus? Does anyone know how to make it stop?

thanks

Polyamory in the News tracks the coverage of poly in mainstream and alternative media. Frequent updates, rich archive.

stole peanuthead from his girlfriend yesterday to watch the leaves change color,




but we ended up in lake tahoe instead with two bottles of wine, bread, cheese,
making stupid faces all afternoon,
reflecting on lousy career choices, mediocrity and glorious flatulence.


i may be ugly,




but you're ugly as shit.




straight chuggin' from wine bottles. some things never change.



homies 4 life.

getting excited for this! we added a meet & greet at hot topic in mankato as well. hopefully it won't end up like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0s2Tk-cbig

anyway, repost, tell all your friends! thanks!