Some people are alive simply because it is against the law to kill them.
Bad dreams this morning. I dreamt I had a baby and Dirk's mother was living with us. Being the un-ideal mother I always knew I would be, I'd been ignoring the baby for quite some time before I finally decided to make sure he was still breathing. The room he was lying in was dark, with only a spill of light from the doorway to illuminate it. I looked towards the bed, where the baby was lying in the shadows and saw a green glow coming from his eyes. As I moved closer, I realized it wasn't his eyes glowing, but the entire inside of his head, and the light was shining out of his eyes. Picking up the baby, I ran to show Dirk, trying to avoid all the furniture that was suddenly in my way. I thought I'd managed to avoid hurting the baby, but when I looked down, his head looked like the back was smooshed flat, and his face had become the face of a fetus kept in a jar of formaldehyde for years.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the world, I've been keeping in contact with my ex-boyfriend, Roachboy. Right now he's entertaining. He went to one of those book companies that will publish your book if you pay them, and got one of his books published. Now, the last time I read this book I thought the plotline was pretty thin and his characterizations were two-dimensional, but he's edited it a few times since then (about 4-5 years ago?) and I assume it's improved. The book's called Punk Zombies. He needs to sell about a million copies so he can break even and start turning a profit. Since amazon.com doesn't give a rat's ass about whether or not his book sells, I had to copy the blurb below from the publishing site.
The year is 2015, and the wreckage of New York City is still home to teenagers with nowhere else to go. Four of them forge a brotherhood that marks them forever, and gives them super-human power. But when a young lady enters, and brings to light all of the ghosts they had run from for so long, will they persevere and allow this city to become all they had ever dreamed, or allow it to fall with them?
He also has a band now, called the Freakin Zombies (anyone see a theme?). His girlfriend plays bass for them. You can see the band and read the lyrics here. Roachboy did the picture on the main page himself!!!! The pictures are in the section entitled, "About the Freakin' Zombies", but the picture files are huge and Netscape won't load them. Sorry.
Thanks to MCI worldcom being a giant bunch of suckers, they gave me a $150 amazon.com gift certificate for signing up for their service. I went crazy buying stuff for Dirk and myself. I bought:
Become The Media
The Creature from Jekyll Island
Drug Crazy : How We Got into This Mess...
The Last Unicorn
Come Twilight : A Novel of Saint-Germain
Communion Blood: A Novel of Saint-Germain
Out of the House of Life
Writ in Blood : A Novel of Saint-GermainUnless you love good historical/vampire non-trashy romance novels as much as I do, all the Saint-Germain books are useless to you. They are wonderful, and I adore Amazon.com for giving me the ability to buy them again since fucking Borders doesn't carry her stuff. Fuck Borders. However, I recommend that you buy Jello Biafra's Become The Media. Its. All. Fucking. True. The bullshit that's going down in this country these days needs a big old fucking spotlight shined on it, and Jello Biafra is doing just that. I will go so far as to say that if you absolutely cannot afford this CD set, contact me and I will make arrangements to get you a copy. That's how important this is. Even if you don't believe everything he says, you need to think about it.
Pia sent me four bottle of nail polish in these adorable cat-shaped bottles. Purple sparkle, blue silver, purple pearl, and this odd reddish color. I'll post a pic tomorrow, maybe, so you can see if you want it. I don't like reddish colors anyway.
I don't know if any of you are familiar with the great monstrosity known as Potomac Mills, but I'm going to assume you do. I might take pictures later for clarification for those not living in the DC Metro area. Anyway, near the Vans Skatepark, there's this one large-ish area that wasn't paved over to be part of the parking lot. It has trees and a few graves (for those familiar with what I'm talking about, this isn't the fenced-in family cemetary on a hill next to all the construction). I've always been curious about those graves, and since I was waiting for Dirk to pick me up only a little way from them, I decided to check them out.
There were a lot more graves than I could see from the road. Some of them had fallen over, subsequently breaking. If I'd wondered before how the family of the people buried here could let their graves be so close to the mall, my question was answer: the most recent death was 1898. I wanted to explore some more, but Dirk drove up....I'm probably gonna check it out again tonight.
My mother went to the Philippines early last month to visit my aunt. As always, she brought me food (because the only filipino store here tried to sell me moldy pan de sal (rolls)) and other stuff. So, I got my dose of polvoron, ensaymada, and pili nut brittle. Up until now, this stuff was so hard to get that I would hoard my polvoron for months, inevitably hiding it from the cats (I think they like the milk powder) and my mother. With the internet, though, I can now order my necessary dose of fat online.
One day, I'm gonna go to the Philippines and eat so much they'll just float me back across the ocean.
