The Breast of Humanity

And then there was cheese, and God said "It is good."

I am thinking about adding a special picture section, if I can figure out how to do that without having to create a new blog. I have some great pics of the squish that I want to show everyone.

I have been having an excessive amount of writer's block recently. There is stuff that goes on in my head that I just can't figure out how to transcribe into document form. I have been fiddling around with some artistic photography also. And I have been trying to figure out how to make a Yoda costume for Squish. And I have been trying to figure out how to finish a bracelet that I have a design for that I have started but can't finish because, apparently, one of the things that is required to make the bracelet they don't carry in any of the stores around here so I have to look online for it.

We went to Clarksville on Father's Day. It was a good visit. RC's mom recently had surgery and she was pretty doped up. She kept saying that she was going to call me because she wants to talk to someone. I feel bad now with how harshly I have treated her in the past. But it has been rather difficult trying to let go of the bitterness that I have felt for all these years since at first all she would call me was "that red headed bitch". I really do want to have a relationship with her the way that my sister's have good relationships with their moms-in-law, it has just been so difficult to do that. Probably because I am just best at letting things fester inside.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 12:10 PM 0 comments

Surrealism

You know how sometimes life feels so surreal? The dictionary definition of the word surreal is: Having an oddly dreamlike quality. Why does that always happen when something completely unexpected or shocking occurs? I feel that the definition should include that to be surreal it does not necessarily require it to be a good dreamlike feeling.

News Flash:
I just checked my hotmail inbox and the craziest thing happened, a bunch of emails that had disappeared ages ago just reappeared. This is almost like in Serial Experiments: Lain where dead people start sending emails through the wired. Crazy stuff.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 10:15 PM 0 comments

I was just looking through some old videos that my sister had sent me of my niece and nephew. It is so crazy to think that the little kid wearing only a diaper, gently kissing her brand new baby brother on the forehead, and saying in adorable baby talk "I love the baby" is going to be starting kindergarten this fall. She is such a beautiful girl now. Her bright red ringlets are becoming more tamed thanks to the use of styling products now. She is growing up so fast. I don't think that I ever had to use them, but with how curly her hair is she will be a pro at doing her own styling when other preteens are awkwardly attempting to imitate the latest craze. That little girl, who in the video imitates Princess Fiona from Shrek in the scene where she sings the bird to death, now stands there next to the pool dripping wet, ringlets crazily circling her head like a medeival harlot, and shakes her booty along with her brother (who does the booty shake better than her).
To do list:

• create anti-aging serum that will keep them this age forever

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 9:54 AM 1 comments

We just got home a short while ago. RC had been planning this benefit concert for a little over two months. It was fantabulous! I had to wait on the Squishy's final meal of the day before I could go so I missed the first two bands, Johnathan Dunn and Thursday Theory, but the third band, Micah Dalton, was really good. He had one song that sounded like Jamaraqui (or however you spell his name). Then it was Superchic[k]'s turn, and they rocked! It was the second best performance I have ever seen. The best was Disciple. Those girls are even better vocalists in person than on their cd's. I have always felt awkward when it comes to meeting band members. Sometimes I feel that it is just presumptous of me to try to introduce myself to them. So, I never actually "meet" them. Almost like I feel that they must be so much better than me, and it would be degrading to them for me to blather a non-essential introdution to them. Not that I fear a rebuff, I suppose I am a little scared that they would think I was just a "fan", instead of someone who has been genuinely moved by the music they create. After the concert ended, I still didn't have the guts to introduce myself (even though every one was on first name basis with RC). So, I did what I do best at concerts, I remained the anonymous loader. I really enjoy doing the whole roady thing. I wish I could do it more often. Oh yeah, after all of that, we went to Steak and Shake, and our server was a party chick, and she told me she was glad that she wasn't the only one after seeing me. It made me feel good.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 1:55 AM 1 comments