Blast of Silence

That’s who I am. 

Having departed the aphrodesiac-drenched vales of The Satyricon, I’m now on to Hard Times by The Charles Dickens.  The only other story of his that I’ve read is the oft-parodied A Christmas Carol, which I read to my mother 2 Chistmases ago, of course doing all the voices (OMG! Off the gaydar!).  While I’ve looked at the pages of A Tale of Two Cities in sequentail order, to say I read it is to stretch the word to the breaking point.  French people get their heads cut off, this one chick knits a lot, and dude dies so that his beloved can be happy in the arms of his look-alike. That’s ATT2C.  I’ve also read Classics Illustrated: David Copperfield, which rules.  Hard Times is making me finally understand Dkkknz’s charm beyond postcard-ready yuletide ghosts and cripples.  Dkkknz iz just alright with me..

I delivered some Xmas postcard catalogues this morning.  The season of cheer allready has its battering ram at the gates of Fall, while Halloween cobwebs are scarsely on the walls.  The catologue in question featured a catoon courtroom: an exasperated judge calls to a smug lawyer while the defendant, Santa Claus, eyes a pack of elves piling into the witness stand.  "Counselor, how many character witnesses do you have!?"  Milk shot out of my eyes.  And I had drunk no milk. 

Another caption read: "Santa, when I said show me your briefs I meant your legal briefs!"  Guess what this picture was of!

Yesterday I had a great lunch with Annie Zipper.  We talked life, love, and shop over bowls of noodles from Tokyo Lunchboxes.  Consensus: our jobs are kind of rediculous, but thank God we have’em right?

My job.  I am reminded of how an soldier in the American Civil War described the battle of Fredricksburg.  To paraphrase: "Hours of sheer boredom punctuated by moments of extreme terror."

Last night I had dinner with Meredith at an 1930s Chinese restaurant called the Orange Garden.  Time spent with Meredith is really swell for a morose introvert like me, because you can always count on her to talk at length about her boyfriend’s staff infection while you silently shovel Kung Pao Chicken into your mouth.  The ambieance of the restaurant was nostalgically wonderful; a depression-era lunchcounter with a few dragony floureshes.  And yummy yummy tea! 

My chinese zodiac sign?  Same as my street name, player.  THE COCK.

Ben "My Parent’s House Just Got Destroyed By A Fucking Hurricane" Stiegler is getting the red carpet treatment tonight in honor of his 25th birthday.  I plan to get him drunk, well fed on vegan food, and take him to see some punx rox. 

If I see you this weekend, look out.

BEE TEE DUBZ listen to my friends Meg, Dave, Paul and Tony aka Descolada.  They are good music.

 

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