FOZZED

I have NO MOTIVATION TODAY. Really need to get up and start packing. Will be moving starting sometime next week. No, not to another city unfortunately. If I had a gazillion dollars I would move to Seattle or somewhere over there. Today is a lot like last Wednesday; I returned from my sister's fabulous wedding the previous night, proceeded to do absolutely nothing but lay around in bed, attempt to finish a crossword puzzle, and read the internets. Just can't believe how lazy my lazy bones are today. Jeebus! That one exclamation mark took all of my energy, actually.

Well, that and the sandwich I got from Fozzie's for lunch.

SO YEAH. Should probably get up off my butt and start putting stuff in boxes. That actually sounds kind of enticing. I don't mind moving all that much. The only thing I don't like much is trying to get stuff out of my car. Putting boxes in my car is easy and carrying them around is not so bad but trying to get things out of my car is so awkward.

Perpetually excited about living in a new place that is gggigantic and I can have a room ALL TO MYSELF and whatever it is that I do at home anymore. I don't even remember if I have any hobbies anymore. I did at some point but I don't know what there is to do besides look at the same 12 websites everyday. Oh, pathetic.

Have applied for about 4 jobs in the past few weeks. Have heard nothing back, of course. Start classes in a week or so? Wow. Should probably buy my books! Ha!

things are happening

OOPS

Totally just copied something and then forgot that I had something really important already copied that I needed to paste elsewhere. Whoops. That's just what happens when you've got so many important things surrounding you that need copying, I suppose.

In the meantime . . .


Few days until I leave for Seattle for big, important times. By the time I'm back in St. Louis I'll have a brother-in-law.  Not excited about surrendering my autonomy to a stranger, i.e. sitting on an airplane hoping to god that I don't die like that, because, really, that would suck more than anything yet. Maybe I should just take the rich old lady approach to it; don some oversize sunglasses and wrap my head in a silken floral-patterned scarf, take a Valium and drink a gin and tonic on the flight. Oh, if only I had the wontons, but my liver and kidneys get kinda pissed when I try to pull one over on 'em like that.

In a few weeks I go back to school to retake classes that I paid for at one point in time and then consequently never attended. It's nice to leave the house again, and be less of a fuck up. It's really nice, actually. Speaking of nice, the weather has been tolerable lately. Maybe I should go outside and shit.

LET'S GO TO THE BONANZA!

That actually happened to a friend of mine. Wowee zowee, there is quite a storm coming down out there today. Lovely. Stuck at the crappy alternative to Mokabe's during said storm, because . . . well, I don't need to take a shower right now and neither does my fancy internet box. But, it has become evident that I did indeed need to eat this gigantic brownie. I don't know what it is about tiny drops of water falling from the sky that is so hypnotizing; I have the attention span of a four year old hopped up on juice boxes most of the time anyway, but I can barely even focus on what it is I'm trying to convey to all three of you readers here. So nice to not be at work, and explore this series of tubes call the "internet," AND sit on my butt. I love America. ANYWAY:

So! Many! Things!

First, this guy who is incredibly funny. His inflection, diction, and syntax made my day. Yes, I'm that intense about my comedians.



Secondly, I keep getting this song stuck in my head every time I hear it (usually at the grocery store; thank you Schnuck's for keeping me in touch with today's hot music!).



Thirdly, so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so SO excited about seeing the Flaming Lips and Ariel Pink in September. So excited. So very very very very excited.

IT'S. NOT. WORKING.

Can't sleep. So hot. Must read more about Pete Shelley.

AGAIN!

He's just so fucking fantastic.

EVERYTHING'S GONE GREY

Doesn't this look like the face of an honest man? I think I'd enjoy a nice caprese salad or hell, even a hoagie with him. It's Philip Alston, an NYU law professor as well as the United Nations Special Rapporteur on Extrajudicial, Summary, or Arbitrary Executions. So, important dude who knows his shit.

Harper's Magazine released this interview with him about the use of drones in combat situations (particularly targeted killings), unsurprisingly enough, does not paint the most progressive picture of the U.S. government or the CIA.


Recently, there has been talk of using drones to track the actions of civilians.