BECAUSE YOU HAD TO GIVE NAMES TO EVERYTHING YOU FOUND, AND MAKE LOGOS FOR BAD IDEAS, AND CHANGE YOUR CAR EVERY TWO YEARS AND WAKE UP EARLY FOR CONFERENCE CALLS, AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE NO PROGRESS AT ALL / JUST A SHADOW FESTIVAL / BECAUSE OF THAT YOU WILL HAVE TO LEARN TO LOOK AT THE SKY AGAIN, YOU WILL HAVE TO LEARN TO EAT FOOD THAT GROWS WHERE YOU LIVE AGAIN, YOU WILL HAVE TO LEARN TO TOUCH WHAT YOU MAKE

- Robert Montgomery

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

The REAL Yellow Pages

Obviously I learned how to upload pictures to my blog. Hurray for me!

My brother and his girlfriend Mattie have an ongoing 'feud' over Matties habit of playing with her hair and wadding the loosened strands into a veritable hairball. Stefan says Mattie puts them on the dresser or counter but they always end up on the floor and he has to vaccuume them up all the time. Mattie, Audrey, and i were discssing how much hair we lose since it's long. Sometimes I think surely I'm going bald b/c I lose SO MUCH hair every day, especially in the shower. They said it happened to them too, so i didn't feel so, you know, bald. That was when I learned about Matties hairball habit. The conversation at the bottom is from a scene that occurred later in the evening as Stefan and I joked about our neighbors who fuss at us for being loud outside or having backporch parties but when THEY had a party their friends were bragging about doing crystal meth? Can we say FREAKS!? Our neighbors are art/museum curators, big snobs, and they curb their stupid little chihuahuas in our front yard, even if we're standing right there. How RUDE! My only comfort comes from knowing surely one of them will be reincarnated as a clump of sod or a a weed, or a fire hydrant...you know, something attractive to dog urine. Mwahaha.

yeah, THEY tell US to shut the hell up at three thirty in the morning and they're up for 3 days strait...the only time they get pissed and yell is when they're crashing. haha.......
Oh my gosh--you dropped it--look! it looks like mr hankey!

It's my mister hankey!

Where did it go? Oh god! there! its a hankey!

It's a misses hankey!

It's a baby hankey! put it in the trash Mattie!

Look rachel it's a hankey!

PUT it in the trash!! oh no, where'd he go? is he on the floor? hey, what's in that hand? Awgh! Aagh!

Miss hankey!

Kill it! Kill it Audrey!

Miss hankey run! Run miss hankey run!

GOD you're so nasty (Stefan leaves the room)

(Audrey, a few seconds later after noticing the hairball had disappeared) What'd he do with it?

(Mattie) Dont worry therell be another miss hankey tomorrow...