Beep beep. Bop bop.
My American friends and I are robots. Even dear Adrien Brody drives a Hummer.
We are all very much in robo-love with technology and quickness and now.
and it has destroyed us in ways we aren't even aware of. Some of my fellow Americans are like the Tin Man, big and boxy and heartless. (I hate to pile on the anti-American sentiment, but here's where I live and I can't speak on Norway because I do not speak...Norse...see how little I know about it?)
Someone once asked if robots dream of electric sleep, but I have a more important question: how do we recover hearts not even recognized as absent?
I did not use Babelfish.
Esta manana, hablado con mi Alby querido querido. Eso era un error, aunque el era muy bueno. Me había olvidado de cuanto lo adore.
Despues, yo hable con el Surfer también...un amigo de mi juventud y es muy guapo. Muy. Eh, no deseo conocer mas hombres. Voy a comprar el primer de los gatos; los gatos de la senora vieja y loca. El nombre del primer gato sera Bono.
Oh my lord, I hate writers sometimes!
I don't dislike reading though, which is curious.
I suffer from megalomania, but jiminy, it's like cut the crap already!
Republicans like to pull hair, except for when they're stomping your ass.
There's a picture making the rounds about a woman being lead away from either a Bush/Cheney/Laura thing and someone is pulling her hair. Because, getting arrested doesn't suck enough. The whole thing sounds punk until you see the tape of a young Republican kicking a woman protestor who has fallen down.
Heard around the way that someone showed up at a Cheney thing and just as he disrobed like a liberal Clark Kent in a phonebooth full of fire ants, compassionate conservatives pulled him to the ground and stomped his ass. That was on the evening news somewhere.
It would appear to me that Bush's pre-emptive world policy means perpetual violence, and why wouldn't his supporters harbor the same mindset? Yes yes yes, there are some liberals who stomp ass too. Sure.
Violence makes me so tired. Mostly because I'm forced into the judo stance of having to absorb that energy in order to deflect it. I'm even considering having the kid take up a martial art because she is a girl and there are scary men who hurt girls. Oh, but in the words of the curious Tori Amos, I believe in peace, bitch. I do.
Another day, another celebrity boyfriend. A curbside prophet no less.
Jason Mraz. Equal parts Jamiroquai and Dave Matthews (who he's been opening for recently).
He's my age exactly.
And he blogs--except he calls it a "Journal":
http://www.jasonmraz.com/journal.html
Plus, I think he's voting for Kerry too. (I tend to think this of all my celebrity boyfriends....uh, Jase, if you're not, keep it to yourn self, would ya?)
So everyone go out and buy his cute little cd. Unless you're waiting for the new one, which is understandable.
Or, unless you are like me and poor.
Which would beg the question, "gee, why do you pimp these guys you don't know and could bury you in money?"
Oh I don't know.
The value of devotion.
Maroon 5's cd is called "Songs about Jane".
And all three of their released singles so far do seem to deal with the same relationship--now, that's some kind of devotion. Would we say that supercute Adam was obsessed? Are the songs no longer about her, since he's been singing them for two years?
What the hell am I talking about? I don't know. I just have irritating residual feelings, as you all know.
What the stink?
I had a big ole post about girls dressing like skankeroos, and now it's gone? Hmm. Technology.
Hope you're all irie.
