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they call me mello yelloooo.... or something like that.
so i was going to take a break from you.. for at least a month i thought. but i got sucked back in by some ridiculously articulate kids? these ones were born in the late 80's. like, a full 10, 11, 12 years after me. i started getting that yearning feeling, the one that tells me that i don't know enough people, and i don't expose myself to enough things. i started feeling narrow. so i quit reading. but i will sneak back for another peek. if i remember to. if it still seems as important tomorrow or next week as it seems right now today.
in the meantime, i will celebrate the fact that i have 3 days, 4 hours 30 minutes left in purgatory. tick... tick... tick... i woke up this morning. i did stuff. i got dressed. i drove myself here. here i will sit, vegging in front of the computer, desperately searching for something to do to pass the time more quickly. i won't find anything. i'm all talked out to my friends. i'm all emailed out, too. that is why this is called purgatory. it is not supposed to be enjoyable. and by god, guess what. it isn't.
Mama talked to Wali yesterday and by sort of three way, we worked stuff out. yes, he does have a washer and dryer. no, he does not like cats. no, he does not have cable modem or dsl. that son of a biscuit eater is still using dial up! i called him a couple of names and then let it go. he is still in hospital, after all. missing a toe. he got bigger fish to fry believe you me. Mama suggested that we maybe might wanna sell the current house and trade in for another somewhere that is not in South Central. because, try as we might to fight the snob in us, the only problems that the two of us can identify with moving back to California is the lack of a second bathroom, and the fact that the home in which we will live is located in South Central. well, call me a snob goddammit, but i've earned it. i lived in Gary, Indiana for ten years straight. Gary was plenty South Central enough for me. i can afford to be snobbish. oh well. South Central or not, the move should still be fun. and fun, we all know, is the whole, entire point.
so. we will drive from San Antonio at noon on November 11th to arrive in Las Vegas by 3pm on November 12th. we will drive from Las Vegas at 11am on November 17th to arrive in San Antonio by whenever on November 18th. we will drive from San Antonio for the last time at noon on November 22nd to arrive in Los Angeles by whenever on November 23rd or 24th. we will collapse. and then we will regroup for a two-family pagan Thanksgiving dinner celebration on November 25th. yes. we are doing this on purpose. i am not dreading it nearly as much as i should be.
we voted yesterday. it took us one full hour. we saw Jen's Mom, and we both felt appropriately ashamed that we still do not know Jen's Mom's name. until we realized that Jen's Mom does not know our names, either. there were only 100 people who voted with us. it should not have taken an hour. however, the volunteers were a tad bored and so felt the need to share with us. no problem. one does what one has to do in order to be a responsible citizen.
"Why the fuck are all of these people voting so goddamned early?" said Barb in irritation.
"Because we have been told repeatedly for the last six months that if we do not vote, we will die. Apparently, nobody wants to die."
"Oh. Well they should hurry the fuck up then."
but voting was fun. Mama and me did what we do best in crowded situations that require us to be quiet. we made noise. we were silly. and at one point, we even proved that we have a frightening amount of power over sheep people (Republicans). we redirected an entire line of sheep people (Republicans) into oncoming traffic. it was inadvertent. i swear! and the sheep people (Republicans) proved to be surprisingly stubborn once they realized that they had been had. bamboozled. hoodwinked. led astray. run amok. no no, these sturdy voters stuck to their convictions and remained in harm's way. all to spite us, the inadvertent leaders. there is hope for the American public yet. not really, but it sounds optimistic to say so.
i tried to catch Janet on the Radio thingees last night, but i just kept catching glimpses of these young White people with guitars and dyed hair and bared midriffs. and of course, there was the ubiquitous Elton John. god forbid i ever miss one of his performances. i wonder if Michael ever resents Sir John. i know that i do. i missed the first 45 minutes of the show, so it occurs to me that Janet could have opened. i missed the last 45 minutes of the show, so it occurs to me that Janet could have closed. i am so sad. ten years ago, i would have been crushed at the thought that i'd missed a performance. now... not so much.
tonight, there will be a stunningly bad show to celebrate Smokey Robinson on BET. i am sure that i will catch glimpses of young Black people without guitars (except for India.Arie because she always has her guitar) but they will still have dyed hair and bared midriffs and the music will sound just as bad as the White people sounded last night. Usher will be there. and New Edition. and Christina Milian. and they will all be attempting to sing Smokey and The Miracles songs. it cannot help but be bad. we had hopes last year for Aretha Franklin. and the year before that for Stevie Wonder. i feel like Jesse Jackson looked at the Democratic National Convention. i ain't got no more hope.
so i was going to take a break from you.. for at least a month i thought. but i got sucked back in by some ridiculously articulate kids? these ones were born in the late 80's. like, a full 10, 11, 12 years after me. i started getting that yearning feeling, the one that tells me that i don't know enough people, and i don't expose myself to enough things. i started feeling narrow. so i quit reading. but i will sneak back for another peek. if i remember to. if it still seems as important tomorrow or next week as it seems right now today.
in the meantime, i will celebrate the fact that i have 3 days, 4 hours 30 minutes left in purgatory. tick... tick... tick... i woke up this morning. i did stuff. i got dressed. i drove myself here. here i will sit, vegging in front of the computer, desperately searching for something to do to pass the time more quickly. i won't find anything. i'm all talked out to my friends. i'm all emailed out, too. that is why this is called purgatory. it is not supposed to be enjoyable. and by god, guess what. it isn't.
Mama talked to Wali yesterday and by sort of three way, we worked stuff out. yes, he does have a washer and dryer. no, he does not like cats. no, he does not have cable modem or dsl. that son of a biscuit eater is still using dial up! i called him a couple of names and then let it go. he is still in hospital, after all. missing a toe. he got bigger fish to fry believe you me. Mama suggested that we maybe might wanna sell the current house and trade in for another somewhere that is not in South Central. because, try as we might to fight the snob in us, the only problems that the two of us can identify with moving back to California is the lack of a second bathroom, and the fact that the home in which we will live is located in South Central. well, call me a snob goddammit, but i've earned it. i lived in Gary, Indiana for ten years straight. Gary was plenty South Central enough for me. i can afford to be snobbish. oh well. South Central or not, the move should still be fun. and fun, we all know, is the whole, entire point.
so. we will drive from San Antonio at noon on November 11th to arrive in Las Vegas by 3pm on November 12th. we will drive from Las Vegas at 11am on November 17th to arrive in San Antonio by whenever on November 18th. we will drive from San Antonio for the last time at noon on November 22nd to arrive in Los Angeles by whenever on November 23rd or 24th. we will collapse. and then we will regroup for a two-family pagan Thanksgiving dinner celebration on November 25th. yes. we are doing this on purpose. i am not dreading it nearly as much as i should be.
we voted yesterday. it took us one full hour. we saw Jen's Mom, and we both felt appropriately ashamed that we still do not know Jen's Mom's name. until we realized that Jen's Mom does not know our names, either. there were only 100 people who voted with us. it should not have taken an hour. however, the volunteers were a tad bored and so felt the need to share with us. no problem. one does what one has to do in order to be a responsible citizen.
"Why the fuck are all of these people voting so goddamned early?" said Barb in irritation.
"Because we have been told repeatedly for the last six months that if we do not vote, we will die. Apparently, nobody wants to die."
"Oh. Well they should hurry the fuck up then."
but voting was fun. Mama and me did what we do best in crowded situations that require us to be quiet. we made noise. we were silly. and at one point, we even proved that we have a frightening amount of power over sheep people (Republicans). we redirected an entire line of sheep people (Republicans) into oncoming traffic. it was inadvertent. i swear! and the sheep people (Republicans) proved to be surprisingly stubborn once they realized that they had been had. bamboozled. hoodwinked. led astray. run amok. no no, these sturdy voters stuck to their convictions and remained in harm's way. all to spite us, the inadvertent leaders. there is hope for the American public yet. not really, but it sounds optimistic to say so.
i tried to catch Janet on the Radio thingees last night, but i just kept catching glimpses of these young White people with guitars and dyed hair and bared midriffs. and of course, there was the ubiquitous Elton John. god forbid i ever miss one of his performances. i wonder if Michael ever resents Sir John. i know that i do. i missed the first 45 minutes of the show, so it occurs to me that Janet could have opened. i missed the last 45 minutes of the show, so it occurs to me that Janet could have closed. i am so sad. ten years ago, i would have been crushed at the thought that i'd missed a performance. now... not so much.
tonight, there will be a stunningly bad show to celebrate Smokey Robinson on BET. i am sure that i will catch glimpses of young Black people without guitars (except for India.Arie because she always has her guitar) but they will still have dyed hair and bared midriffs and the music will sound just as bad as the White people sounded last night. Usher will be there. and New Edition. and Christina Milian. and they will all be attempting to sing Smokey and The Miracles songs. it cannot help but be bad. we had hopes last year for Aretha Franklin. and the year before that for Stevie Wonder. i feel like Jesse Jackson looked at the Democratic National Convention. i ain't got no more hope.