| keep your one eye open |
[Nov. 30th, 2005|01:55 pm] |
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There is a multi-million dollar budget adult film now on DVD. I have yet to see it. But I must. Not that I watch that much. Because I don't. But this one...MAN! "What's it about?" you ask. I'll tell you.
...Lady Pirates!
And it's called "Pirates!" Damn, that's good. You know someone ends up on the business end of a peg leg. |
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| I'm half kidding |
[Nov. 11th, 2005|05:42 pm] |
Look. We've known each other for _________ now, right. Well, I don't like calling people. Or emailing them back. You need to know this. It doesn't mean I don't love you. Even though I ___. I just don't like talking to people unless it's in person. The common reaction is "well, get over it." I'm here to say, "no."
I'll be extremely happy to see you next time we can arrange it. And I sincerely hope that'll be soon. But if its not, I probably won't call you. And I will most likely forget your birthday. Unless I happen to log on to Friendster that day. God bless you, Friendster. Again, don't take it personally. I don't call my family. And I love them more than you. But not in a bad way.
If all of this makes you upset or resentful, I am truly sorry. Just not enough to change.
your (G/g)od bless,
jim(james) |
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| I am not dead. In fact, I'm older. |
[Aug. 11th, 2005|10:36 pm] |
THIS IS NOT QUITE A HAIKU, THESE ARE THE WORDS SAID ALOUD IN THE SHOWER TO MY OWN SURPRISE by J.R.Asmus
I'm not looking for love
just something warm
that occasionally smells like it |
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| isn't it the way? |
[May. 13th, 2005|05:02 pm] |
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Yeah, I'm really good at giving advice I don't follow. Then I rack my brain on dealing with what I got, not realizing it's the exact same thing. Last night I saw a show in which a girl was saying she's going to start writing down all her decision making processes. Years later, when she reads it, she can look at herself as a character and pick it apart like text. That's the only way she can see the root of her own stupidity and the traps she sets for herself. Except I'm impatient. I want to figure it out NOW. I want to TIVO myself.
I'll be in New Orleans in June. Does anyone still live there?
XXkissesXX
(got free time? www.sputnik7.com/vod Then watch the Electric Six video. That's how I walk around in my head. All day, every day.) |
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[Mar. 19th, 2005|12:05 am] |
MIDNIGHT, 3.18.05: in haiku form
fourteen crickets scream,
caged in glass, as my girlfriend
takes bondage photos |
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| a life, in bullet points |
[Feb. 28th, 2005|04:14 pm] |
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| |  exhausted | ] |
| [ | music |
| | T REX | ] |
I find it funny that when I clicked on "recent" entries, it was from November.
...so how the hell are YOU?
I'm putting up a show Fridays in March and April 1st. It's with two guys from Cleveland. I think it's one of the best things I've been a part of. It's at least the closest to type of material I want to be doing.
I'm actually seeing someone seriously for the first time in almost two years. Her name is Michelle, and to absolutely no one's surprise, she's half Jewish. My mother can't catch a break.
On Saturday, I'm going to LA for about a week. Anything anyone can recommend?
Upon looking for ONE job that will financially (if not spiritually) sustain me...I came to the cold-hard realization that despite a full higher education and excellent grade-point average - I have no useful skills. Thusly, I'm doing a lot of artist modeling. (IE:nudage) I suppose that is what college prepared me for after all.
XOXO. I'll write in another 3 months. |
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[Nov. 27th, 2004|09:23 pm] |
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eep.
I just realized I ain't never mentioned this -
Me and the Boxaganga boys are trying to get back on the horse. The first three Saturdays in December. But we need a new name (not exactly the same folks, an unweildy name to begin with). The leading candidate right now is "The Meek". Though I'm still a big fan of "Sorry About Your Dad."
Plus I'm doing another sketch show with two guys from Cleveland in Febuary. More on that later. Back to work. |
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[Nov. 18th, 2004|09:29 pm] |
SO - I have been made a supervisor at Borders. Inventory Supervisor to be specific. This comes with only a moderate bump in responsibility, echoed by an equally modest bump in pay. (Though still at a level that makes restaurant work look almost appealing.) Between the quick promotion (having only been there for 8 months) and the health insurance, I fear becoming complacent in what is a comfortable albeit in NO way rewarding job. Please, please, Powers-That-Be, open up the Record Exchange already, and don't let it de-rail.
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2nd topic BONUS:
my two cents on the quickly fading election -
The most surprising part to me? "Not with a bang, but a whimper." Way to go. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2004|08:23 pm] |
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| |  curious | ] |
The debate rages on. Is it inappropriate for my halloween costume to involve - not 'blackface' per se - but rather make-up that would make me look black? Specifically, like Humpty.*
Is our society enlightened enough that going as another race is not misconstrued to be inherently a ridicule? Or did Ted Danson set that progression back half a century when he roasted Whoopie Goldberg? Fucker.
...
Or should I just go as Matthew Lesko? ("You can get FREE MONEY from the GOVERNMENT!!!")
* (from Digital Underground) |
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| I think I only update when I travel |
[Oct. 7th, 2004|08:57 pm] |
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I feel like thoughout the callendar year, I have ideas for great Halloween costumes. Now here I am, and I got nothing. LAME.
And I'm going to New Orleans again. Anthony is driving down with some of his teammates to perform in God's Been Drinking's improv festival. I just checked out the site - and holy crap! It's a damn fine endeavor there. (oh yeah, so I'm going with him and playing)
I do feel bad, though. I will have been back to New Orleans twice since the last time I saw my parents. For those who don't know, Sundays in October is the Angola Prison Rodeo (aka - "fucking awesome"). So I will do my damnest to go. Anyone up for it?
For those I haven't already whined to, I work about 70 hours a week now. SO I'm hoping for some serious revelry and debauchary that weekend. That's your charge, city of New Orleans. Can you meet it? |
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| From the mouths of babes... |
[Sep. 21st, 2004|10:14 pm] |
So I've been thinking about this alot lately:
The chants and shanties, poems and punchlines of childhood ("Miss Susie had a steamboat...", Johnny Deeper, Batman "jingle bells" lyrics) seem to have blanketed this country with little exception. For generations, and with very little regard for geographical limitations, the same kids' culture has been consistent.
"I'm Popeye the Sailor man, I live in a garbage can..."
But I guess what I keep thinking about, is that someone wrote these songs (or jumprope chants). Some person, some time came up with these stupid jokes that have been repeated and repeated (Pete and Repete go fishing. Pete falls out of the boat. Who's left?). They might have been little kids, too. But all I know, is that my aunt and uncle had a lot of the same playground catalogue. Some anonymous person tossed off a bit that has been more widespread - a part of more people's life - than almost any book, film or American artwork. It's like architecture. These things are there in all of our lives, but we don't know who put them there.
While I wonder how they got so widespread (some TV show or movie whose reference has outlived the source?) I am content to chalk it up to "the new kid" who just moved to your school from __________. But no matter how they infiltrated your hometown, we still won't know who penned these giants of our cultural library. Or whether they even knew how to read yet. |
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[Sep. 20th, 2004|10:06 pm] |
Trips I want to take soon:
LA in November
New Orleans for VoodooFest
And Inverness, FL for the Cooter Festival |
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| back |
[Jul. 13th, 2004|05:42 am] |
New Orleans was truly outrageous - truly, truly, truly outrageous. (Jem is my NAME!)
I had to pretend to cry in order to be allowed on my flight with my luggage (though I had to throw out my suitcase + keep the contents).
It was really good for heart and mind to spend time with Jennifer.
Nate and Katie had the best wedding ever. I didn't think I was going to cry...but lo and behold.
I also didn't think Sean Patton and I would be left on the dance floor all alone doing a dramatic dance interpretation of Cake's version of "I Will Survive"...but lo and behold.
It also reminded me of how much I dont keep up with some really great people. And that's lame. I'm lame like that. Hopefully we can make some progress. All I know is the heart's done good back there. |
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| Back to New Orleans |
[Jul. 9th, 2004|12:50 pm] |
Hello New Orleaneans -
I'm here till monday and would love to see you. I still don't have a cell phone...but Jennifer does! Or you could talk to Chico. Perhaps Nick Lopez? Um...I sure they would all be psyched to be my secretary.
Plus, it just would feel right if I didn't have a show to hassle you all into attending. So...
Sunday Night @ O'Flaherty's --- 8:30
God's Been Drinking (long form improv)
Free beers with admission (no joke)
(also feat. the aforementioned Chico and Nick Lopez, plus Sean Patton &more!)
So let's see eachother. |
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| Beep |
[Apr. 26th, 2004|06:40 pm] |
Tom and I went to "SPRINGER". It'll be on Thursday. Check your local listings.
My computer is only on for 1:30 at a time. So this is short. |
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| personal revelations in rerun |
[Mar. 20th, 2004|02:26 pm] |
So here I am convalescing with a bad back and bad reception. Of the few (English) television stations we get, the best option was reruns of THREE’S COMPANY. The strange thing is that I remember these episodes. When I was a kid, it was one of my favorites. HOW THE HELL DID MY MOTHER LET ME WATCH THIS??? She had to have known I watched it, because I watched it a lot.
It also reminded me that my favorite TV characters were all these blatant womanizers (Jack Tripper, Sam Malone, Ace from “Centurions”, Bob Barker, etc). My family always tells stories of me hitting on girls at 5 years old. So I wonder if I liked those characters because I was a pre-school playa’ OR if those characters shaped how I thought I was supposed to interact with women.
And I know that I am a relentless flirt. But I’ve only come to know it. It’s something so inherent in my life-long personality that I’m only aware of it after dozens of folks pointing it out and even more scenarios reinforcing it. There are times that I intend to flirt, but apparently the rest of the time, I still act as if I’m trying to pick up on friends, coworkers, law enforcement, automobiles, garden tools, and the like.
So if I’ve led you on out there, please, join me now. All of us can take the bold and original move. And blame television. |
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[Mar. 19th, 2004|04:39 pm] |
What is there to say? Not much. Tara and Bridget came last weekend, and it was greatastic. You can read about it in her journal (sharpshinyclaws).
My back is fucked up and I don't know why. Nor do I know where I can go and have my parents' insurance cover it.
A crazy woman has begun stalking me around Borders, mimicing my motions, pretending she works there, telling people she's with James, answering the phones, etcetera etcetera.
Which begs the question: Why am I so stalkable? I have been the object of several stalkings to varying degrees. What is it about me that encourages/perpetuates it? It's gotta be more than just my hottness - because my roommate Alex is hot, and no one's stalkin' him.
Kiss my grits. |
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[Mar. 5th, 2004|01:27 pm] |
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Hmm...I'm in a romantic mood. Maybe it's the sounds of "Waltz #2" wafting up through the floor boards. Maybe it's the soft lights of a bright day through white clouds. Maybe spring is dusting it's first aphrodesiacs in these warming days. But my bed seems bigger. And I couldn't throw a coin the distance between me and someone else's skin. But something has me feeling optimistic. Something I don't know still has me smiling. |
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| Indie Like Me |
[Feb. 28th, 2004|09:06 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  living a lie | ] |
| [ | music |
| | something not punk enough | ] |
I just wrote the longest journal entry I've ever written, only to be kicked off during the final sentence. So fuck that.
Long story short - I have a mohawk. Not a faux-hawk. A genuine last-remaining-legacy-any-white-people-are-familiar-with-of-a-once-proud-native-american-tibe-MOHAWK. It's 5 or 6 inches.
It's been a very "Black Like Me" experience. Total strangers are suddenly actively avoiding me/hitting on me/mocking me/or eyeing me to see if I'm an evil mohawk, or a good mohawk.
But the fact is, this mohawk is a lie. While not all of the mohawked must conform to the various stereotypes, I am inherently NOT cool enough to shoulder the social responsibility of being "the guy with a mohawk". I will be shaving the rest of my head soon. The question is whether or not I keep it till Monday...when I go to a taping of Jerry Springer. |
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