Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Why don't you start wearing the purple

  • Have you heard the song "Start Wearing Purple" by Gogol Bordello? This is my favorite song of the moment -- you cannot listen to it without wanting to drink and shout nonsense. I am particularly fond of the line "A purple little, little lady will be perfect for dirty, old and useless clown."
    That somehow sums up my marriage, I think -- myself being the old and useless clown, of course, and the child bride being draped in insanity for staying with me.

  • Bryn 'Meatloaf' Terfel. I can't quite explain why I think that is so funny. I wonder if people ever come up to Meatloaf and ask him to sing 'Cwm Rhondda.'

  • I got a rocking migraine headache in the middle of the day today. These damn things seem to be hitting me with more frequency in my old age. Whereas I previously never had them, I now tend to get them about twice a year. Today's felt as if my head was splitting open; I kept waiting for the full, soft sound of my skull cracking right along the top. It didn't, obviously. As dedicated as I am to blogging, I'm pretty sure I'd take a few days for myself were I to crack open my brainpan.
    Accompanying this pain was a happy, electric-rainbow-colored sunspot in the center of my vision, which made it impossible to see clearly the words I was supposed to be correcting. Inevitably, I missed something and the person complained. I think it's sort of funny when people complain to me about things I have missed, because it forces them to admit that they screwed up in the first place.
    This pain is a unique experience that is almost not bad, save the fact that I can't concentrate and I want to hurt anyone who talks.

  • Take a look at Joe -- I have trouble believing he really is this much of an idiot.
    "Hi, what's your name? No, wait. I see that you've written it on your neck -- you have got to be the dumbest kid alive."
    I can't get over it. The boy has tattooed his own name on his neck -- that is synonymous with stupid. It is a new metaphor: that kid is several bricks short of a load; his elevator doesn't go all the way to the top; he has tattooed his name on his neck.

  • Random quote from my fellow wage slave, Maggie, who is funnier than all the guys she works with: "Sometimes I like to curl up on the couch with some ice cream and a good porn movie; that's me time."

    Afe said...

    Tsk tsk, Joe. That poor bastard will be forced to wear turtlenecks for the rest of his life to hide his identity. At least he'll never catch cold.

    Goo said...

    i'd give anything to hear joe explain why tattooing JOE on his own neck was a good idea.

    it's probably similiar to the explaination of why he murdered those people, and starts with...

    "dar uh darrrrrr uh darrr" and ends with "....shhh, the voices are talking darrr".

    heatherfeather said...

    okay, you said
    and i perked right up - if there's anything i know about it's migraines!

    everyone has different reactions to different treatments, and if you're like me you know what works and what doesn't and why the people spilling folklore/cutting edge neurological treatments into your lap need to stick it where the sun don't shine.

    that being said, if you're looking for some things that have worked in the past, lemme know, and i'll share my secret bag of tricks with you.

    Astrid said...

    That is funny, I wanted to say exactly what Afe said. Shall I copy and paste or just post something new and refreshing some other time?

    Bethgun said...

    I know a guy that has his name written on the side of his neck, though his name is written much smaller and in a more attractive font. Let me tell you, there's some wisdom to the name-writing...I cannot recall even one of the other names of the people I met that night, but every time I see "Steve" around town, I remember him AND his name! I'd be willing to admit that the name-writing isn't super-smart in the event you'd like to remain anonymous, though, such as when committing a crime.

    Dave Morris said...

    Yep. Turtleneck.

    Makes you wonder.

    OldHorsetailSnake said...

    The shooter should have finished it off: "Joe Dunkel Donuts"

    Crystal said...

    yeah it is way cooler to tattoo someone else's name on your body. when i was in high school, a lot of girls thought it was cool for their boyfriends to spell out thier name - or at least their intitial on their girlfriend's body in hickeys. not nearly as cool as joe, but it's right up there with it.

    Thomas said...

    Chris, I am finally settled in with my new blog.

    Chris Cope said...

    So that "I'm taking a few months off to focus on the bar" thing was a lie, wasn't it? It was more of a "I've deleted my blog in a blind panic" thing.

    heatherfeather said...

    you nailed it.