homicidal lesbian terrorist

i see your women caught behind windows
in their homes, behind rows and rows
of bleached and frightened children.
They speak men's words, not their own
except those languages they've
learned to speak in secret
and in dreams, if they've
not forgotten.

- Joy Harjo, From the Salt Lake City Airport '82

Sunday, November 30

learning terminal bash & alia

Yay! I'm learning to use UNIX for Mac!

I've been learning things bit by bit but then Mac went and reset the 'standard' Terminal type to BASH, which threw a wrench in things. I've restarted by work; in December 2003 O'Reilly will release the update of the book I was using under Jaguar, Learning UNIX for Mac OS X Panther, which should help clear things up for me.

Oy, I wish today were as nice in New England as it is here. Sun and fun, baby. Sunday is the day we wash our underwear and eagerly await another week of AdultSwim. I think the final episode of Carniv�le for this season is on tonight too. I gotta find out about my flight information from the 'rental units...

In the meantime, let's wash and clean our room.

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What I'm reading: Gene Wolfe, Return to the Whorl
What I'm Listening To: Radiohead, Hail to the Thief

Friday, November 28

friendster emoticon spluh

Hooboy. I really, really hate Friendster. I mean, I joined a while back and all my amice e amici are on it and it sucks. I hate it.

It is slow. It is 28k-modem-downloading-pr0n-back-in-the-day slow.

It is obnoxious. I try to delete a message sent to me from my inbox and it takes a day to disappear from it. That's right, kiddos: 24 hours pass before the "deleted" message removes from my inbox. The same time delay occurs fra a new message appearing in the inbox - those idiots email my home account to tell me I have a new message fra someone and yet it will not materialise therein for another, say, day. Sometimes longer. Gee, what a useful email service.

Not to mention I am cranky about the people I've found. I'm on Tribe.net and already I've gotten all this great service: posted a want ad, found want ads to reply to, met nice people and only four acquaintances of mine have joined. Understandably - who wants to join all these different clone networks? - but the point was rather that my "network" is comparably tiny in comparison to the legions of contacts I have on Friendster.

What offset this rant? Hm? Tryptophan hangover-fueled Krankheit? Low blood-sugar?

Nope.

I bookmark people who are interesting. They share interests or I run into them online somehow and they seem neat and so I bookmark them so I can keep tabs on what might come up that is interesting.

So this one girl I bookmarked sent me an email message. "i'm sorry. i am not a lesbian. you can unbookmark me now."

Now, you have to imagine the LEGION of assness boiled into that two-sentence acid burn. I am on Friendster for a million reasons, and am listed like that. I thought this girl was interesting. She doesn't have a clear photo up, so why assume I'm looking at her ass? I can't look at her ass, it ain't visible. Her interests are interesting. She's a friend of a friend of a greatly interesting person; she is in my area: I bookmarked her. Friendster is so annoying that I don't use it all the time, but I guess she must be online all the time because clearly my bookmarking her annoyed the fuck out of her.

I wrote her a note.

"Sorry, didn't mean to cause you offense. I just liked your page is all. I'm not campaigning for some poon. I have interests outside of sex and romance... Does it bother you that I had you on my bookmarks list as someone interesting? I actually don't use my bookmarks so often but I also didn't know it was visible fra your end. Consider yourself unbookmarked as soon as I can get Friendster to do it. (She's a touch cranky with me and sometimes it takes a while.) - [me], not rampaging for poon"

Suitably chastened, she replied, "i was harsh, for that i am sorry. peace, [her]"

What is up with that shit, man? It's not like I was emailing her lusty letters. Or even emailing her, for that matter.

I now quote my favourite Austro-Afro-Antarctico-Amer-Asian: "Spluh!"

Thursday, November 27

comix.dieselSweeties

i_do_it_for_the_ladies.diesel_sweeties.

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

Sunday, November 23

lynn fox collective:
bj�örk nature is ancient

nature is ancient is a new bj�örk from family tree. [lynnfoxcollective] built the video for her with their usual astounding effort... check out their other efforts, including the motion-sickness inducing dogpageflash.

Friday, November 21

How Far is It?

How Far is It from my parents' house to my current apartment?

As the crow flies: 2554 miles (4109 km)
As I drove the car the shortest route: about 3200 miles

lisachau: [Friday Five] 21 Nov 2003

FRIDAY FIVE (tip o' the nib to lisachau):

1. List five things you'd like to accomplish by the end of the year.

Have a relationship
Obtain netaaskee
Find a purpose in life
Find a home
Take a vacation far, far away

2. List five people you've lost contact with that you'd like to hear from again.

Su Suyin (Beijing U) - did it this week
Patricia Chu (Beijing U)
Hiou Kenji (Hita-shi, Ouita-ken, Kyuushuu: 11th Grade)
Jane Monaghan (high school)
Beth Moone (since I was four)

3. List five things you'd like to learn how to do.

Program in several languages (C, C++, Java etc.)
Understand minimalist syntax
Leave my house without having massive panic attacks
Defend myself physically from pig-men (knife, gun etc.)
Learn a few foreign languages well

4. List five things you'd do if you won the lottery (no limit).

Buy netaaskee
Live summers in Finland and then in New Zealand (cyclically)
Take my mom on vacation somewhere remarkable (longstanding lottery promise)
Go to graduate school. Frequently.
Take endless art and writing courses and open a bookstore

5. List five things you do that help you relax.

Napping
Blogging
Watching TV: AdultSwim, Angel, Enterprise
Linguistics & computing things
Listening to a wide variety of music

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I am currently listening to: Family Guy on AdultSwim

I am currently reading: F. T. Siebert Jr., Resurrecting Virginia Algonquian from the Dead: The Reconstituted & Historical Phonology of Powhatan, in J. M. Crawford, ed. 1975: Studies in Southeastern Indian Languages, Atlanta: U-GA Press

Tuesday, November 18

i be trippin'

0324 and i'm high on java, java & trance. that would be my usual late-nite mixture of zo�-tweaking as I try to learn java programming & sort emails, drinking strong espresso clean-booted into a icy mug & listening to the musical selection of the evening, which tonite is [matrix: reloaded]. say what you want about the movies, the soundtracks are born to program [or speed, if you are automobilically-enabled, which i currently am not].

of course i also got the fun juice from watching an eppy of [reign: the conqueror] earlier this evening, so it's partly thanks to peter chung that i be trippin'. my kitten is napping on the fresh-laundered & -aired bed; my roommate got tipsy, then bitchy, then fell asleep on the sofa; i'm just sitting here like a tweaking bastard click-click-clicking the laptop with psycho beats driving me on better'n real drugs.

my mind runs like an amazing machine sometimes, but only at night ever & only after twenty-three or so. i have no idea when i stopped being able to function in the daylight hours, but again i blame my troll grandpa.

dad, it's your fault because it's your mom's fault for marrying a troll. damp & cool places; bridges; an overwhelming desire to kill humans and eat their babies; some pale and even strange tone to the skin: the symptoms are clear. late-onset genetic predisposition done drug me back into the night.

these days people think nerds are supposed to look funny so i'm not worried about it. besides, i got the internet.

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I am currently listening to: [matrix: reloaded] soundtrack
I am currently reading: [return to the whorl] [genewolfe/book_of_the_Short_Sun3]

Alexander the Great? More like 'Alexander the AWESOME'!

Reign: The Conqueror is an animated, futuristic retelling of the story of Alexander the Great by bomb-ass dood Peter Chung of Aeon Flux fame.

Thanks to way, way too much drugs, I now end each evening of AdultSwim with some seriously trippy mythologised history. Wondering what it is like? Take Aeon Flux's appearance and animation and crack-smoking storylines and string them together along the lines of a messianic narrative story about an ancient Macedonian conqueror and his man-eating horse.

Particularly? Particularly I like the bizarre assassin cult from south Italy, the Pythagoreans. Who knew mathematics could be so dangerously seductive? "Knowledge is power!"

Particularly I also like the weird freakin' setting. It's fun, almost theatre-like, to put the story with cavalry, swords and horses as its cutting edge and its "universal truths" expressed in Platonic aphorisms about the five elements and the mystic 'Platohedron' in the, um, S&M-like harnesses Chung made Aeon's people wear. There are futuristic towers with python-oracles and slaves in them; it's a compelling mixture so long as you aren't such a na�f/ve as to inquire what the hell is going on.

A smart woman watches this show sober. Otherwise you'll be so off balance you'll get seasick. In fact, you might be high afterwards if you aren't careful.

Friday, November 14

Try This [Limited Edition w/ Bonus DVD] [LIMITED EDITION] [EXPLICIT LYRICS]


Try This
, Pink's latest effort, fucking ROCKS THE HOUSE.

No, I'm serious. Since I'm trapped inside the house because my neighbour's eviction hasn't finished, yes it stinks of cordite and fear, I picked up Pink's latest offering.

Hot diggety damn. It's amazing. Amazing. I've had "Oh My God!" on repeat for the last hour: featuring the �ber-raunchy Peaches, it's title is not an appeal to the Lord per se but rather the exclamation of the singers as they fuck the shit out of each other [with clear references to vaginal fisting], set to an extremely sexy melody & rhythm. One memorable exchange [tho there are so many] runs as follows:

Peaches: "I understand, now lemme show you where to put your hand."
Pink: "My little red entrance says, 'I think I can I think I can'."
Peaches: "I got your cootchie-coo, what about you?"
Pink: "I got your cootchie-coo too."

Well, it ain't poetry in the Homeric tradition, but sung in that husky fuck-me voice by two fabulous women it's certainly some kind of poetic voice.

Kissing Jessica Stein, kiss my ass. I guess Pink's laughing promise a few weeks ago that her new album would make Madonna's lesbiasploitation look like the crap it is when her new album hit the stores with its actual bisexual sex-n-love songs.

Some people actually are bisexual and write music. I'm just thrilled Pink is one of them... because she's fucking the bomb.

Wednesday, November 12

I'd Have Written Earlier, But What With All the Stabbing & Throat-Slashing...

Dearly beloved reader,

I am a whore who has let you down. I have not been writing insightful, clever, witty stories all about wonderful things.

It's just that, well, the bitch next door has been stabbing me in the eyesockets for the last few days with a shard of broken glass and so I've been putting my energy elsewhere.

It's my fault, you see; I just *had* to go & call the police fra domestic violence in her home and her boyfriend is a meth freak who left a full crack pipe in my roomie's car & so now naturally she's gone 'round the bend, so it's been a sort of "final episode of Buffy meets Apocalypse Now" around here.

Really, I'm fine. It's been fine. Well, so long as we don't fall asleep, anyway.

I'm sorry. I will try to do better in the future. For the moment, though, do you suppose you might reload my back-up .45 with the silver bullets from that box over in the corner while I try and drop the acid-squirting demon trying to burn through our security door? Thanks ever so much, darling.

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I am currently listening to: screams and howls of the meth-smoking nightmare beasts trying to claw into my apartment from outside
I am currently reading: the package of ammo to see if it is hollow-point or not

Monday, November 10

JFK Rumours & the Word

A slightly more amusing conversation with same friend today:

[me]
hey, guess what I learned from "K Street" yesserday?
Good old JFK
[her]
what?
[me]
well, he fucked around his whole life a lot, right?
so he liked to fuck his tricks/one-nites in the bathtub
[she]
hahahahaha
really?
[me]
here's why
when he was about to come, he'd shove her head under the water
she'd panic and cough and it would make the muscles in her cunt and groin spasm like crazy
[she]
what as an asshole.
[me]
to make up for saying CUNT
a word you hate
please refer to women's underwear
[she]
panties
[me]
EWWWW
EWWWWW
I hate that word
okay, now we're even

Drama Factory San Diego: Thursday

This conversation between a second party & me shall be my introduction, my first post on the Grand Nightmare that is the drama slasher-fest my life is at the moment. This report, issued very close to midnight on Friday, illustrates the joy of Thursday nite's events.

Further days' events will follow: there's a lot to cover. So much drama, darling. And this was only the semi-exciting beginning to an ongoing nightmare of drugs, violence & police actions.

23:25
[me] did you hear what i did last nite?
[her] no. i looked for you online, but you weren't logged in
[me] carried a shiv, stole a car, had arrested two drug dealers-pimps, called the police on neighbour's ghetto-boyf, called the police anonymously and turned in him for a stolen car &, finally, generally kicked some serious ass from here to gravytown
[her] hahaha
[me] i rode around to find shit
i rode around to get revenge
[her] you're gonna get yourself killed fucking with people like that.
[me] they fucked with me, i fuck back
[her] how did they fuck with you?
they're willing to kill you for revenge.
[me] graffiti, crack-selling, grand theft auto, attempted grand theft auto, domestic violence, hate crimes against queers, attempted home invasions
23:30
prostitution
so i got me a knife and we went and took back our car, took back our alley, took back our home
[me] motherfuckers
[her] they stole your car?
[me] [roommate]?s
[her] good god.
[me] different people
not all unified
[her] you need to get your honky ass back to cambridge and away from those ghetto bitches
[me] i just had a busy evening kicking all their asses at the same time
[her] no fucking shit
[me] those ghetto bitches is mostly white trash tho
[her] they're still ghetto.
[me] no, i know
[her] i wasn't implying they were of any particular race
[me] but my ass is considerable less honky than theirs
[her] i use honky in the not ghetto white ass person sense
[me] [roommate] is white and blackfoot
i'm an indefinable racial-sexual mutt
anyway, i was just sick of it
crime in this neighbourhood has gone through the roof in the last three months
the fire has made it worse
i'm fucking out of here
[her] no doubt
[me] even [roommate] is planning on leaving ? he's been here eight years
[her] yeah.
no kidding
[me] you can check crime stats online here - just "mapquest" it on their homepage
the police, i mean
you can see the crime booming
fuck. that. shit.
so the neighbour woman we were friends with, her boyf is like her 50
they been kicking each others' ass for days and also he's an ex-con
neighbour, she arranged to buy [roommate]'s car off him ? no one else to drive until she finished paying
she stops paying when she loses her job and this loser boyf takes it and is driving
so [roommate] and i get fucking mad as shit.
[her] good god.
[me] we go cruising in his car, looking for blue
two cars: red & blue
no luck. we think it's in her garage, but we already cracked that fucker open and it's not there. loser boyf must have it.
he hasn't been around in three days and [neighbour woman]'s hiding the car or he's got it
[roommate] remembers somewhere it might be hidden. we go there and no go
but there is this car there [roommate] is sure was stolen. obviously because tags don't match, window broken. [loser boyf] had it last time [roommate] drove [neighbour woman] to this place and [neighbour woman] acted nervous
so we take the info and call it in anonymously.
[her] damn.
they say they're sending a cruiser asap
[her] holy shit.
what a fucking riot.
[me] so we take off and see the car. i jump out and [roommate] races back to the house
23:40
i'm sitting on the car. it's still fucking a thousand degrees on the engine. [loser boyf] has just parked it. i'm afraid he's coming back and will fucking beat me, so i've got a big knife
police cruisers are boiling by, searching for some thug
[roommate] comes back and says they mutually beating again, also he sees two police cars and men in alley ? we also called in the crack dealers before we left
that's two police reports already
and it's only 1830h
we hide the car far away at a friend's house and go to a bar to chill.
i'm angry enough to kill and [roommate] is anxious ? belly is bothering him
we go back home, parking the car far away so walking
i take the lead with knife in hand: who is gonna kill us tonite? [loser boyf]? [neighbour woman]? angry gang members? the dood the police cruisers are looking for? who fucking knows.
we go inside and [roommate] freaks, he leaves to stay at a friend's
they're breaking heads next door ? they don't know the car is gone yet
so this morning i'm up at oh-six hunnert from the tension. i go buy coffee and come home to wait
[roommate] calls to check and i give him the all-clear
[her] damn
[me] but [neighbour woman] and [loser boyf] are still breaking things and screaming and i'm fucking well fed up
[her] you blogged about this yet?
[me] no
[her] this is a fucking riveting story.
hahahaha
[me] so i call the police. then i call the housing people
well, [neighbour woman] knows who called. she comes after us after the police show up. [loser boyf] is on probation
she tries to get in my face and i just give her that death stare and tell her i do what i fucking well have to
then the housing people show up and give her show & tell. i forget the real term
it means "three days to play nice or we kick your ass out without further ado or wait"
so she comes to play nice. i'm not feeling very nice and i fucking tell her what is what.
back before this, we heard [loser boyf] say, "those fucking queers upstairs." meanwhile, he's been driving [roommate]'s car. but i say nothing about the car because she hasn't brought it up; don?t want to open subject if [roommate] doesn?t wanna bring it up
has [loser boyf] not told her it's gone? he's already fucking done huge damage to it doing fucked-up whatever it is ex-cons do
so then she comes back because i called the housing. she's like, was that necessary?
[her] um.
yeah.
[me] i was like, "what the fuck? i called the police to register a domestic disturbance. of course i'm fucking calling them."
she's pissed and is trying not to be
i'm smarter than her by a thousandfold and really angry, so i see right through her.
that's three phone calls to the police
besides which, [roommate] also independently went to the housing office on his way home. i must have called them a minute or so later.
so we aren't thrilled about our safety but things are better than they were.
crack dealers 1, [me]-[roommate] 1
[loser boyf]-[neighbour woman] 1, [me]-[roommate] 1
[her] ahahaha
[me] i'm still not seeing a positive lean in those numbers so we'll see what is next
not to mention the dude next door now hates us for calling housing on his ass. not me, but [roommate]
and in the other direction i been in a tiff with the fucker there
the alarum dude
the one that used to go off at the crack of dawn for an hour?
well, when i moved in, everyone was pissed but no one said shit.
i wasn't having that shit. i walked over at oh-five hunnert and threw shit at his window. he leans out the window and i'm like
[her] because you're trans?
[me] wake the fuck up motherfucker! i know you are sleepy but your fucking alarum woke up the whole fucking neighbourhood and if we gotta be up, so do you! and tomorrow, the police will be awake with us if you do it again!
he stopped. i thought people were gonna give me a medal. i was like,
"how fucking hard was it to say something to the bitch?"
he also vacuums his car.
for an hour or two.
every fucking day
[her] fuck.
[me] when he plays his music loud i shut his ass down with my 50-yard stare. i don't say shit, i just go in the ally and stare at him
[her] i wonder why?
[me] because he's got the same tiny dick everyone else does in this town, at least to judge by the cars they drive
fucking toyotas with airfoils. what the fuck is that shit?
it's a fucking yugo!
jesus christ, people!
[her] ahahahaha
23:55
[me] seriously. i mean, jesus. what the fucking hell is wrong with people? must be like, i dunno, permanent sunstroke.
[her] hahahha
this is a funny ass story
[me] if it weren't for the panic attacks and the fact that there are enemies who want to slit our throats in four of the six directions, i'd be laughing harder
[her] fuck, man.
[me] yeah.
[her] still. watch your back though.
[me] no shit
but fuck, i already was in waist-deep, might as well make it mostly water instead of just plain shit.
[her] yeah.
[me] i worked hard to make those reports anonymous
or i gave hard-ass responses as well as filing them
[her] yeah.
it's pretty damned cool that you kicked so much ass in one day
[me] this pussy is a sabre-tooth
[her] hahahaha
[me] all of it unintentional
i thought i was gonna be bored and watch a dvd
but noooooo, i hadda open up the biggest can of whup-ass i owned.
i did get to watch the dvd tho
neo-ranga
[her] like i said, you seriously need to blog that shit.
[me] i just did. i cut'n'paste this conversation to an openoffice document for editing for posting.

Sunday, November 9

Storia dei Crackwhores

Do I have a story for you.

I can't get into the details right now, but I promise that when I get a chance I will, in fact, lay down the thickest, juiciest drama steak you evah done read.

See you soon, then.

[neogynotaler] : [red in face]

My first Deviation!

[red in face] ain't brilliant, but it's my first online art, so shut up and say nice things.

Saturday, November 8

Okay, So Fine. They are, in Fact, Related to Me.

The Onion today has news what strikes a little close to home for me.

Bunch of Hick Nobodies Sue For Toxic-Waste Exposure

SHREWSBURY WV ? A bunch of local, piss-ant, hick nobodies filed a lawsuit against the Allegheny Electric Cooperative Monday, alleging that the company exposed residents to dangerous levels of mercury.

"Just about everybody on the Kanawha [River] knows someone that's sick or died," some toothless rube told reporters. "It's all the waste they dump out the power plant. You can see it in the water, like liquid silver. We're not going to sit here and take it. No sir."

According to Allegheny spokesman Thomas Gill, the bumpkins were somehow able to scrape together enough moonshine money "to get theyselves one of them fancy, big-city lawyers."

Wednesday, November 5

Crime Maps for the Past Sixty Days....

Here's a map of recent crimes near my house in North Park - & then here is the same data for my old neighbourhood.

The trick is that my old neighbourhood encompasses gigantic tracts of land for which these statistics don't apply: three huge schools, multiple canyons etc. I also wonder how often the incidents aren't reported as well; I know for a fact that my old neighbourhood is dangerous because I was attacked there twice and I heard gunfire and saw SWAT teams almost every night. In comparison, my current neighbourhood is safe to walk in at night - although being female is always a danger at night.

Interesting maps, anyway. The scary one is the Megan's Law map. I'm not looking it up right now though. It's dark outside and that map is fucking scary.

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I am currently listening to: FLCL, "Full Swing" eppy

Tuesday, November 4

Moody Tuesday

Must be PMS-y. I'm watching Charmed, I'm depressed for no reason, I'm lying around in ge-mope-heit &, to take a note from my sister, "crying at fluffy kitties in commercials".

It'll pass soon enough. More irritating is the strange pain in my right thumb, which hurts under the nail and seems to have sustained a cut. Ew, pus. I don't know how it happened and there doesn't seem to be anything under the nail but despite my concerted efforts to fix said problem it's been two days and still with the pain. Oy.

Well, at least I'm enjoying watching Charmed. It's not rocket science but at least I'm not alone: apparently the final episode of Buffy has a bit in it inspired by the title of a Charmed eppy that Joss Whedon saw... you've come a long way, baby.

I'm most inadvisably learning to program Java all by myself. I don't know why. It just seems like I'd like to learn some programming and, well, it was there. I use Zo� for my email client as well as as Mac's native Mail.app: Mail for quick output and program c�ordination & Zo� for managing my archives. It's brilliant java but the Mail program is already integrated, so often it's convenient for composing brand-new emails (as opposed to responding to emails I've received).

This is such a damn boring blog. I have no life and nobody reads it anyway.

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I am currently listening to: Charmed, "The Wendigo"
I am currently reading: Birnbaum Solomon A. 1979: Yiddish: Survey & Grammar, Toronto: U Toronto Press (PJ 5115 .B52)