siv

so what you're saying is...um...wait a sec....i think you mean to say...you...OHHH i get it!
(apparently you did too)

-rozehead

honk honk

-rozehead

um. i can't think all of a sudden!

Washing your hands in an epidemic? Not crazy.

Phrasing a flu epidemic in terms of an Old Testament plague? A bit nutty, but not crazy.

Now if you splash the still-warm blood of a freshly slaughtered barnyard critter on your door, we might be talking crazy.

Alas, there is already a lady of my Dorkdom, and she, with her astigmatism and many, many allergies, is truly the fairest in all the land. Thus, I see no alternative to our dispute but a pitifully awkward three-way in which someone gets a rash, everyone winds up sneezing, and no one can remember which Lord of the Rings character they were supposed to be.

I would love a copy of the Hot Pants song.

Would they pay you in tattoos?

And yeah, I've been in that "any port in a storm" mode in the job and/or housing search.

Good luck.

(Warning: this response will derail this journal from the very entertaining "internet donkey punch" discussion. Please skip ahead to when the funny resumes)

Ooof...sorry to hear about the whole hero to zero dampening of your entertainment options. How long is the staying with the parents supposed to last?

And I feel compelled to encourage you to at least skimming some self-help books...and not just because it's a nice visual to contemplate on my end, no sir. Nope. Just trying to help make you a happy pony.

"i could give you some excellent spooky voodoo madame Sosostris rationalizational reasons, but maybe i should respect your connubial bliss-to-be?"

How can I resist spooky voodoo rationalization?

And the Brooklyn DMV was on some level a disappointment, since I was all geared up for hours and hours of waiting, and the whole process took less than 45 minutes. It was harder to find the damn place than it was to actually get a state ID.

"is there an application and a screening, or does one just declare their intentions via ancient indian smoke signal? i mean, howza howza HELLOOO. heehee."

Since I assumed that said request would meet with nothing but awkward silence, I really didn't plan ahead to the application and screening stages.

Even if you're just motivated by boredom and pity, I'd be a moron to reject your indian smoke signals (what is the smoke signal for "howza howza" anyway?), so I wouldn't worry too much.

(and now we return to "Punch Donkey Internet", already in progress)

[Edited on Jun 13, 2003]

thanks babe

Your staying with his parents?!
Such a good little girlfriend you are

If fridge decorating is the only thing cramped by living with your boy's parents, you're getting off very lightly.

(edited from "getting off very easily" to avoid any entendre-related issues)

I love the squinty spookyness!!! You rock as always!


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wow! you create some really beautiful art. i absolutely love your stuff. you're selling it, right? because you should. i'd buy it if i weren't fucking broke right at the moment. maybe later this year i'll have the funds for pretty pictures.

Yay! Rock da robot!

thanks sad pony. You've brightened my night.

I think Freedom Kissing and Crime Photography should be a song title or a film.

ha ha ha ha ha
my favorite italian sound is buu.

(yet more stuff that only makes sense in context)

I never thought I'd read "Locke", "tabula rasa" and "shameful nakedness" in the same series of paragraphs, but that's what makes you special.

Indeed, you're the reason I feel compelled to put "pseudo" before my intellectual, since while I think I can keep up with you in the obscure references department, you have the major advantage of actually knowing what they really mean.

(file compliment under "gawrsh, yer smart")

I do find snort-laughing to be endearing.

Yes, really.

Oh, and you should take another gander at my pics to answer your "where is that SB set" question...the answer is that nobody in their right mind wants to see me naked. Don't make me prove me right.

And now I sorta know what a sestina is. Now I can pass off my wanton perversion as someting educational...grad school here I come!

But thanks for the compliments...you're welcome to stop by if you're in the NY area, I'm sure I could talk my girlfriend into doing something other than nose chewing if given enough advance notice.

indeed
wanna go get a slurpy?

paradoxical, aint it? the intimacy of your/our photos/word word words is mediated by the internet which acts as a buffer. real people are kept at arms length.

sometimes its hard to make the leap from images/words to true friends as the web is the only social interaction.

but, i find that weirdsville only lasts until both internet personas meet (in person) and realize that they are real-live actual people. i mean we know youre a real person, but sometimes we dont know it.

nudity is nudity, whatever.

during the course of a former career i, at one point, dealt with a company run by a playboy centerfold. she and i conversed quite often and i went to visit her. sure, theres a weird second or two at first meeting, but after that, everything was cool and we moved past it. i mean we had things in common and had stuff to talk about. i think that's a similar situation here.

mayhap us locals should have a Get To Know Siv in Real Life party. would that make you feel betta? i know it would make me feel better!

-rozehead