My name is Redsleeves, a now 30-year old Queens, NY resident and at one point a serial LJ poster.  I once posted every day, sometimes twice a day, for about 2 years or so.  The main themes running through my posts involved bitching about friends and enemies alike in long, analogic narratives; bitching about the horrors of my mundane office ( Read more... )

Being that I was flat broke this past weekend, I did little more than sit around the apartment, breaking up the doldrums with an occasional wandering of the 'hood.  Saturday night, such wandering led me the neighboring town of Forest Hills-- a posh and upscale community, by Queens standards at any rate.  There's a Barnes & Noble and some pizza ( Read more... )

It's been five years, and folks all over are still trying to shape my opinion on 9/11.  The flag-wavers tell me that I am being too unpatriotic.  The lefties tell me I am not feeling enough guilt about my country's policies that drove us to this point.  The pragmatists assure me that I am allowed to feel grief, so long as it is kept in perspective  ( Read more... )

It's raining like balls.  I might go home now, or I might go out.  While I decide, you can look at this sort of funny thing...


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Things have been fairly dull and quiet these past few days as I've been buried in work, saving cash for my trip (Thursday!), hiding out from the Endless Rain and generally avoiding people for whatever reason.  So instead of trying to come up with some directionless blah-blah-blah for today's entry I will simply post an interesting photo from today' ( Read more... )

This rain is freaking me out.

Normally I don't like to talk about dreams; I think that they are generally devoid of psychological or mystical meaning and are simply just a set of snapshots from things you saw on TV that night or just slightly-twisted verbatum of your day.  My dreams generally fly on the mundane side of things-- I dream of waking up ( Read more... )

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"Variety is the spice of death".

I am sure this is some grand quote from a Byronic scholar or something, but I laid eyes on it for the first time today in the form of a bus-side print ad for Raid roach motels.  No idea what exactly this is supposed to mean in relation to the featured product, but it's so ghoulishly eloquent, isn't it?  I love the ( Read more... )

"This is a difficult and unfortunate situation," said Bush in a statement. "I am glad this is being resolved sooner rather than later."

In a perfect world, this statement would be Dubya's closing address to the nation immediately prior to his abrupt "take the money and run" departure from the White House.  Sadly, however, it is merely a statement ( Read more... )

Here's a one question quiz for you today.  Friday night's trip to Soho's Apple Store "Genius Bar" was  A) a colossal waste of time , as in "on the seventh day God rested"  B) a platform for dramatic self-discovery regarding fear and loathing   C) a painless and productive episode  D) Both A and B.

"D", you say?  You know me too well.  Collect ( Read more... )